elliot baby

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Most coders think debugging software is about fixing a mistake, but that’s bullshit. Debugging’s actually all about finding the bug, about understanding why the bug was there to begin with, about knowing that its existence was no accident. It came to you to deliver a message, like an unconscious bubble floating to the surface, popping with a revelation you’ve secretly known all along. I don’t know why I’m saying all of this. […] Usually it’s because there’s a sense it’s coming. A bug buzzing its way towards me to gum up the works until it forces me to make a call. Kill me or embrace me.

Pain In The- (The One Who Worries Part 2)

Writer - @dammntwilightsaga

Requested - Yes.

This was good, could you possibly do a part 2 where the baby is born.  I’m curious to see how Paul would react. - @xoxoronanlynch

Disclaimer - I do not own any of The Twilight Saga’s characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Twilight

Summary – Paul’s imprint, (Y/N), is officially overdue to have their baby but it finally decides it’s ready to be apart of the world and no one knows what to do.

Warning(s) - swearing, delivery of a newborn, mentions of breastfeeding (this really shouldn’t be a warning.), fluff, horribly written birthing scene lol

PART 1

A/N - Request are open :)

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A/N: I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, I have the feeling that my writing skills are not the same as they used to be. I also have the feeling that my imagines are no good anymore in contrast to those I wrote at the very beginning. I’m very sorry if you don’t enjoy my imagines or are confused because you don’t understand them. English isn’t my first language and I try to express myself in the best way I can. That doesn’t mean I will give up but I really do need your feedbacks to find out how they are. Enjoy this one! Hope you’ll like it!

Word count: 1,082

It was in the middle of the night in Egypt. A young man was standing on the huge balcony, his eyes were fixed on the beautiful night sky, covered with tons of stars which were shining bright and illuminating the whole city in front of him. Completely silence surrounded him, he heard nothing but the comforting sounds of the wind. Everybody was sleeping peacefully in their beds, secured by the warmth of their blankets over their bodies or even the by the warmth of their beloved ones. But this young man couldn’t sleep. He didn’t mind though. He would rather spend his time watching the stars instead of falling asleep. He loved looking at the stars. They were fascinating and magical to him.

Whenever he had a stressful day or bad mood, the stars always cheered him up. It was like they knew exactly when he needed them, and appeared then.

The young man’s gaze fell down on his arms where carried a little baby, covered with fine cloth. The little girl was quietly snoring in her father’s arms, her tiny chest lifted an fell peacefully. Her little fingers were wrapped around her father’s forefinger and she didn’t let him go since the moment she fell asleep.

She was pretty like her mother once used to be. She had emerald eyes like her, her lips and her nose. A smile was plastered on the young man’s face. Ahkmenrah, fourth King of the fourth Kings, ruler of the lands of his fathers, couldn’t be happier in that moment.

Of course some days were rough. Raising up a child took a lot of responsibility and energy. Especially when you were a single parent. The whole burden was on your shoulders and you needed to see how you got along with it. He could’ve got help from his servants but refused any helping hand.

This was his baby, his little princess and only he would take care of her. He promised to his queen, wife and soul mate to take care of their baby girl and to guarantee a secure life for the future princess.

Unfortunately, his wife died after she gave birth to their daughter. Her heart was weak and there also appeared some complications during the delivery. Luckily, the princess made it but the young queen needed give up her life.

Ahkmenrah felt a sting of pain in his chest as he thought about the love of his life. It was hard for him to accept the absence of his wife. He didn’t leave his chamber during the first weeks. He wanted to be alone with his grief. He cried every single night, pressing his face into her pillow where her wonderful scent was still present. The fact that he would never be able to see her lovely smile, to run his fingers through her soft curls and to touch her elegant body tore his heart apart.

Then he thought about his daughter and that he had to stay strong for her. She needed him after all.

“I love you, my little princess.” He whispered to her tiny ears as he stroked her soft, pink cheek. “And I love you my queen.” He said a little bit louder and his eyes were fixed on the stars again. He knew and felt that his wife was watching over him and their daughter.

Sometimes he could sense her presence and also her scent was lingering in the air. A few times he caught his baby laughing in joy when no one was around, even when he left the room for a few minutes. He assumed that she could see her mother’s spirit and wished from the bottom of his heart that he would see her too.

“She looks like you, my queen. Her beauty, her eye color, her hair… everything she has from you.” Ahkmenrah continues talking, weighing the infant in his arms back and forth. “Sometimes it hurts to even look at her, because every single thing of her reminds me of you. But then I think about how lucky I am because it was you who gave birth to her. She is ours, yours and mine, our product of love.” He gently kissed his daughter’s cheek.

“And I promised to take care of her. I’ll protect her with my whole being, my beautiful lotus.”

Suddenly, the glass doors were opened and Shepseheret entered the balcony. She had a worried expression on her face. “My son,” She spoke. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” She came closer to the young pharaoh and saw the little girl in his arms. “She’s going to have a cold if you stay outside any longer.”

“She’s going to be alright, mother don’t you worry.” He said, offering the old queen a gentle smile.

“According to the stars, I guess your wife is watching over you?” Shepseheret said amused. “She’s always watching over us, mother.” Ahkmenrah said determined. She knew how much you loved the stars as well and used to believe that whenever the stars appeared on the night sky that you were around, taking care of them.

“I know, son.” She patted her son’s shoulder. “I know. I’m just worried about you. Are you okay?”

Ahkmenrah stared at his baby girl for a moment before he spoke. “I’ve never been better, my queen.  Nefertiti is my little joy of life. She’s my shining star. And I love her so much.” He said, pressing the little infant closer to his body. Shepseheret looked at the young pharaoh wit adoration.

Never in her life had she seen someone who shared so much love and passion for a child. She was proud of the young man in front of her. “You are the best father she could ask for, Ahkmen.” Before she left to leave father and daughter alone she added, “And I’m sure your wife is also proud of you.”

Ahkmenrah smiled happily and gave his attention back to Nefertiti. “You’re my angel, princess. I love you to the moon and back.”

Then he stepped into his room, closing the doors behind him carefully so he wouldn’t make any noise that would wake up the little princess. He went to her crib which stayed next to his bed and slowly laid her down, covering her tiny body.

A wonderful scent of flowers was lingering in the air and a small laugh escaped the Pharaoh’s mouth. “Good night, my sleeping beauty.” He said to Nefertiti.

“And good night, my precious queen.”