6 months later“Push, Ava! You’ve got this, girl!” Liam shouted holding one of my legs while I screamed out in pain. This was the worst pain I’ve ever felt. I feel like I’m being ripped in half and no way to stop it. I just have to let it happen. Cursing the man that put me in this situation, I continued to try to listen to the doctors and push. It was hard to concentrate on pushing when all I could focus on was the unbelievable agony that I was living in right this moment. It was a searing white pain that blinded me, but I kept chanting in my mind that it was all worth it. I was getting a sweet tiny little human in return.
A few pushes later, I heard the wonderful cry from a tiny set of lungs as the pain subsided and the precious baby was placed on my chest. “Congratulations on your beautiful baby girl. You did wonderful.” Breathing heavily, I looked down into the slightly swollen face of the most adorable baby girl I’ve ever seen, granted I might be slightly biased, seeing as I just pushed her out. The nurse was trying to clean her up while still leaving her on my chest to get that little bit of skin to skin contact. I stared down at her, tears flowing down my cheeks, wondering how in the hell I have managed to make something so fucking perfect. Granted that none of this could have been possible without her father.
Looking up to him, I reached out my hand. “Come say hi, daddy.” He was standing back, after just cutting the cord, tears threatening to follow the ones that escaped while he watched me push our baby out. He moved over next to me taking the hand I offered, gently stroking our baby girls face with the back of his pointer finger. “She’s beautiful, Ava.” He whispered. I knew he was in love with her already and from this moment forward, she has him wrapped around her little finger. I beamed up at him, grateful to have him with me through the delivery of out daughter. Evan bent down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead while moving over so Sean could get a look.
Sean was beyond happy, even though she isn’t biologically his, he loved her more than anything already. Over the past few months, Sean, Evan and me have grown so close together. We are basically family, and after finding out that Evan was the father of the baby, we bought a house close to Evans, so that our daughter was always near both of us and could go to one school the entire time. While this isn’t exactly how I imagined having kids, I’m happy with how things have turned out for all of us. Evan has settled down with a lovely woman named Karmann, she was completely thrilled with the news of the baby, apparently she was told she was infertile, so the thought of becoming a step mom was a blessing to her.
Sean bent down, kissing me sweetly while whispering sweet nothings into my ear while the nurse had to take the baby to get her cleaned up. Sean helped me up and into the shower so I could get washed off. Labor is exhausting and so gross. The amount of sweat, blood and tears that goes into pushing a tiny human out is unimaginable. By the time Sean helped me back to bed, Liam was in the corner yapping away on the phone to Ruby and Gemma about how good I did and how he is so glad he is gay because if he wasn't, then watching a baby being pushed out of a vagina would surely turn him gay. I chuckled at that last part before turning to Sean, “I know you want a baby of your own, but I might need a few years to get the memory of immense pain I just went through out of my brain.” He belted out a hearty laugh before placing his lips on mine. “I think I can live with that.”
When the nurse brought our girl back, everyone took turns holding her and admiring her. Both of her fathers, and her uncle Liam along with Karmann who just arrived. I sat silently just taking it all in, basking in the whole moment. There was no drama, just family enjoying the brand new addition to our lives. Life was perfect, and I was one lucky girl to have all of these people in my life. While I was off in my own mind, Sean nudged me softly. “Yes?” I questioned, leaning into his side as he sat beside me. “We were all wondering what is our new princess's name?” I smiled, meeting Evans gaze. We had talked about it, and haven’t told anyone what we decided on. He nodded his head in a go ahead manner, before I cleared my throat. “Her name is Aurora Lynn.”
The group continued on talking as I continued to assess my life. Who would have thought that this is where I would be. When I decided to quit on love, I never thought I would find someone that would be able to break down my walls. I also would have never imagined I would ever have a baby. Let alone with someone I’m not with. But with all of that, I wouldn’t change a thing. I have amazing friends and family, a wonderful husband, and a beautiful baby girl. I am truly blessed.
Sure, I was technically a slut, definitely not the biggest one out there but I did whoever I wanted, whenever. In movies and stories, normally the labeled ‘sluts’ and ‘whores’ don’t ever get their happily ever after. But I have found my happy ending. Sure it isn’t exactly like I pictured it, nor would it be what most people would be okay with. It’s not a fairytale ending, but it is my ending to my story of my life. And honestly, as long as I'm happy with it, then who the hell cares.