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She gives birth to our daughter at the mark of her 39th week of pregnancy after spending nearly two weeks at the hospital, arrested for bedrest all thanks to me and my stupidity.

Me, of all people, know how high risk is her pregnancy but of course I have to screw it up by being immature myself for her immature actions. I should've shut up instead of screaming at her when she was obviously scared, her whole body trembled with blood drained from her face. I fucking owe it to her if anything happens to our daughter.

Thankfully we're blessed with a healthy dark-haired, clear blue eyes baby girl, or should I say, she gave birth to a mini her. I'm officially a father to three girls.

I make it possible to fly her best friends as soon as possible and plan a video-call with our parents and siblings to share this happy news. Though I did consult with her first if she's okay to let them know about Ivana, after all their negative reactions towards our infertility struggle.

Because honestly, I really want my daughters to get to know their extended family, to forget the past and try live in harmony. Life's too short for hatred and revenge.

I'm also thankful to the doctors and nurses for making sure Estelle and Ivana are both healthy and happy during our stay here that I decided to treat them food catered from my restaurant on top of the overflowing goodies I sent at the obstetric and paediatric wings. If it's possible, I even wanted to make a donation but let's be real, they already charged us a bomb with the suite we occupied so I stopped with the sweet treat.

My heart blooms when she breaks into tears on their first day home; I throw them a surprise welcoming party, the one I've planned with her best friends since before the birth. It's small but intimate, definitely everything she wished for.

Right now the apartment is quieter since her best friends left this morning for a shopping trip after being cooped up here for five consecutive days, helping us get settled. Pao is also missing since she's spending time with Hugo until tomorrow.

We're left with just the two of us to deal with our newborn, but I do plan to hire a nanny soon since she'll be having her daily therapy session starting next week while I'm gonna have to leave the baby to send Pao to school and her extra classes.

So far things have been easy, though I know the storm will come in one week when the first growth spurt hits. I had a bad one with Pao, hopefully Iva would not repeat the same thing though I'd say she's even a more demanding baby. All the newborn tricks I've applied to Pao before, well, Iva is so much smarter that she doesn't fall for any of that.

"Papa can you take meee," her baby voice fills the silence, signalling she's done nursing the milk monster.

I leave the kitchen and walk to the couch, to be blessed with a view of her right breast hanging out next to Iva's small head. It's fascinating how her head is much smaller than the breast itself.

"I'll burp her," I offer, already taking the small creature and kiss her face that smelled milk and baby scent, before putting her to my chest and gently tap her back.

Smart move, because a second later a small amount of milk poured out of her mouth staining my white shirt. Estelle makes a knowing look, after she has repeated so many times not to burp the baby without the napkin.

"Small matter," I roll my eyes back at her and remove my shirt while holding Iva with one hand.

"You can shower first if you want," she says while adjusting her nursing bra, finally covering the breast.

It's a skill I've mastered nowadays, to keep a straight face while talking to her, eventhough her bare breasts are right there staring at me. One, her nipple crack episodes have made her shameless by letting them free to avoid contact with any clothes. Two, she'd just flaunt one out whenever she wanna nurse Iva. Three, it's not like I've never seen or played with them before so whatever, she can do whatever she wants and I'm not gonna drop even a tiny comment on that.

"It's okay, I'll shower after the next milk spill." Because if I shower every time she does that, I'd be spending a lot of time in the bathroom, on top of the hours to take care of myself after lusting over her mother.

"At least wear a shirt." She murmurs as she takes off the hairband and re-do her bun.

Day by day Ivana's hair has lighten and she's looking a lot more like her sister now, including the eyes that have evolved to mine and Pao's. Looks like mini Estelle is becoming mini-me.

"On my way." I reply her then bring Iva to the room, to the one drawer that she clears for me to put my stuffs since we've decided I'll be with her full time until she's comfortable handling Iva by herself.

We've taken turns since Iva was born last week. She'd nurse while I handle all other stuffs, because I want her to have as much rest as possible, not wanting to overwhelm her that might lead to postpartum depression, as what we suspected had happened five years ago when she went quiet and wanting to be alone all the time.

***

"Good morning, Papa." Her voice greets me when I open one eye.

Like I said, Iva is one demanding baby. I had a rough night with her because she wouldn't stop crying unless I rock her while standing. If I sit, she'd scream her lungs out as if she was beaten badly.

"Uhh morning," I rub my eyes then turn to her, "What time is it? Did I sleep too long? Is she okay? Do you need me to take her?"

She chuckles while shaking her head, "She's with Beatrice, no worries. You can continue sleeping in bed if you want."

She must've just been back from her therapy session because she looked damn good in a floral dress, with her strawberry blonde hair curled and light make up highlighting her features.

Every day it's the same thing for me; spending the entire night dealing with Iva, then send Pao to school, and finally after making sure the nanny's here, I'll be off to bed for a nap. Sometimes on the couch if I'm too tired to move to the bedroom, like this morning.

"Nah, I'm good," I sit up and fix my hair with my fingers, "Think I'll cook us lunch then pick up Pao from school."

"I can pick her up. You look like you need more sleep."

I wish I can slap myself with make up too to cover my tired look. We are both on sleep deprivation because she also has to breastfeed Iva every two to three hours, then it's up to me to deal with her until she falls asleep.

Though these days she's crankier because of the growth spurt. And Estelle's bestfriends have all flied home since they also have commitments so no more extra hands to help us. Thank God for the newly hired Beatrice to take care of Iva during the day.

"Do you think she'll feel better if I take her for a walk?"

"Like a walk to Pao's school?"

"The weather's perfect for a walk," I shrug, "Maybe she'll sleep better tonight after breathing the fresh air. I did it with Pao when she was three weeks old, and she definitely slept better. What do you think?"

"Can the milkmaid tag along?"

I laugh at the name she called herself, "Sperm donor says sure."







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