(Arata)
We took our daughter ho the following day. She was healthy and there were no complications, so we were discharged.
Caysir gladly carried her inside from the car while Karsten remained by my side, guiding , holding my hand.
"She is too cute, Mrs Karsten," he lovingly smiled at her, his eyes filled with affection, holding her with such care.
"She is." I smiled.
Her grandma Camilla had brought a bassinet for her. Caysir placed her inside, and she slept peacefully with a red flower headband on her forehead, which her father insisted on keeping on her.
We had decided to hold a naming day party the next day and invite all of our friends and relatives from both sides of the family.
Olphi and Asbela were here to help us out with the preparations.
"Welco ho and congratulations," Asbela excitedly hugged .
"Thank you! Glad you are here." I returned her affection and she turned towards the bassinet with a hand on her mouth.
"She is like a cinnamon roll."
Caysir, Olphi and Asbela gathered around our little one, watching her with love and discussing who she looked like.
Everyone had a different opinion about that.
Karsten and I settled on the sofa watching them in peace. Mom had gone to her room to change.
Karsten’s fingertips slowly rubbed my scalp. "So we agree on the na?" He tenderly asked.
"We are. Let’s celebrate the birth of our daughter." I relaxed against him; his arm kept close, enjoying his warmth.
"Let’s!"
***
The next day began and everything had been arranged. We had chosen our vast garden to be the place to hold the celebration.
Grandma, Baba and Zaylen were the first ones to arrive.
Grandma hugged and kissed my forehead. "My child, I am so happy for you. Thank you for making a great-grandmother."
"I love you, Grandma." We held each other for a while before I helped her to settle beside Mom so she could et our little one.
"Such a doll, she is." Mom placed her in Grandma’s lap and I turned to et my Baba.
"Arata Chan! Welco to motherhood." Baba affectionately hugged , his smiling face saying it all.
"I am glad you are here, Baba." I hugged him for a long ti, letting my heart feel his closeness.
"Where is my niece? I want to hold her first." Zaylen zood past , looking for the little one. We burst out laughing at his actions as he spotted her in grandma’s arms.
Instantly he plucked her from her arms and brought her closer to him, gently kissing her forehead.
"She is so cute and looks just like ."
Baba, Karsten and I laughed while Mom shook her head and said, "No, she looks like her father."
Baba stepped closer to Zaylen and gently took her from him. He sat on the sofa while holding his granddaughter. Their beaming faces revealed the love they held for my little one.
"Nah! She looks like Arata and she has my hair," Baba declared with finality.
"Old man is never going to like ," Karsten huffed in my ear, making thump his arm in pity.
"There there, maybe soday." I had to bunch my lips so I wouldn’t laugh at my husband’s crestfallen face.
Now that Baba had our baby in his arms, Zaylen finally hugged .
"I am going to spoil my niece and there is nothing you can do to stop ."
I separated from him and held his shoulders and squeezed.
"Brother dear, don’t forget you are going to have babies too soday. I will take all the revenge." I winked and he just rolled his eyes at .
"When is Stella getting here?" I asked.
"In a few hours, she had an important eting, so she would co after it with Aunt Huria." I nodded.
Asbela served refreshnts while all of us sat and had a family ti.
Grandma Martina was next to arrive along with Camilla.
"Arata dear, how are you? You have no idea how happy you have made us all by giving this family a baby." She seed emotional as she balanced herself on her walking stick.
I held her hand and guided her forward, seating her beside my grandma.
"And you accepted with open arms. I am blessed to have you." I smiled at her and she just held my face and placed a loving kiss on my forehead just like Grandma ena.
"Stay blessed, child."
"Here." Grandma ena handed her our little bundle of joy.
"My great-granddaughter is so adorable. She has Karsten’s features for sure." Grandma Martina held her in her wrinkled hands. Her thumb rubbed against her soft cheek as she slept peacefully.
I couldn’t help but observe that four generations had gathered under the sa roof.
Olphi gathered all the gifts in the garden on the special tables we had arranged for the purpose.
The decorations were all set. A huge banner with ’Welco Baby Girl’ in golden colour had been displayed on the glass window. Tables and chairs had been arranged for guests to be seated. The food was here and so were drinks.
I took the little one to our room and changed my daughter’s clothes. A fancy frilled red frock her father had brought especially for this occasion, along with red boots and a headband.
"Baba’s girl. She looks so pretty." Karsten carefully took her from my arms once I was done feeding her and dressing her up.
"The frock suits her." I complinted while getting up.
Taking my own dress off the hanger I held it in my hands. It was a red gown Karsten had arranged for . My belly still bulged out, the extra fat had accumulated and I knew it would take ti for it to go.
Seeing stand there with the dress in my hand, lost in thought. Karsten took a step towards and said in a comforting voice.
"You will look beautiful in that dress. Don’t stress, you have just given birth. Plus extra fat ans more skin for to kiss and ravish."
A smile his words brought to my face.
"You always have the right words. But after we are done with celebrations you are going to help get back in shape. Hit the gym with you. I might not eat the bland food you love, but I will have a healthy body."
He pulled into himself his lips brushing against mine. "Whatever you need Arata, I love you the way you are and will always do."
I kissed him back, sharing this mont with him before getting ready.
Then I held his arm and said.
"Let’s get this party started."
We headed outside in the garden, where everyone was gathering now, and t the guests that had arrived.
Roshra and Rahsir had arrived. Roshra automatically took the little one from Karsten’s arms.
"OMG! Look at her, she is a ditto copy of ." As usual, Roshra dramatically gasped while chucking her Chanel bag away as if only her niece mattered to her.
Rahsir congratulated us and watched the little one over Roshra’s shoulder.
"Nah! She looks like her father. Sorry sister." He shrugged his shoulders, trying to burst Roshra’s bubble.
"Haw! Jealous much. She looks only like ." Roshra placed her cheek alongside her and just rocked her, insisting Rahsir captured plenty of pictures.
Karsten and I watched with satisfaction as the garden began to fill up with everyone we cared about.
Soon it will be ti to reveal the na of our daughter. The one I had chosen because of how resilient she had been to co into this world and be a part of us.
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