It was a typical day. I woke up and got ready for the day, made breakfast, shared dreams with Thorn at the table, everything was going as it usually did. How I loved it.
Thorn was so amazing. He did everything he could to help me out.
It wasn’t until that day that I had realized how big i was getting! My stomach had grown soo much bigger, the baby was sure to be due anytime.
Thorn loved talking to the baby. “How’s my little guy doing in there?” He”d say. “Thorn honey, we don’t even know what the gender of the baby is yet!” “No, it’s a boy. I can feel it”
The sun went down and Thorn and I turned in for the night. Or so we thought.
I awoke to sharp pains in my stomach and instantly knew it could only mean one thing. I had to be in labor.
I couldn’t help but cry out, which woke Thorn up. “I’m..ughhh…in…ahhhh….labor!”
He wasn’t quite…prepared for this news to say the least. “How?! You weren’t due for another..what’s today again? Oh no! What are we going to do?! I’m not ready!”
It was the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life..
But it was so worth it.
After a while, I gave birth to the second love of my life. We named her Emerald.
Emerald Ivy looked exactly like her father.
He was so infatuated with her, it was so beautiful.
We had made her together. Emerald was our creation.
My life was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for any better.
I loved Emerald’s nursery. Especially the rocking chair inside. I loved rocking her to sleep in it, talking to her. I couldn’t believe I was a mother. The feeling was surreal.
After her birth, I started getting back into painting. I had an easel out on our balcony, and it gave me such a view while I painted. It was great inspiration.
Like I knew he’d be, Thorn was a great father. He adored Emerald so much, I could see it in his eyes every single time he looked at her.
A few months later I found myself back in front of a toilet spilling my guts, literally,
I was getting much better at painting now, as it was a great stress reliever. Thorn was so amazing. If Emerald was crying, I’d start stressing and Thorn would say “I’ll figure this out, don’t worry about it. Whatever it it I can handle it. Why don’t you go get some fresh air?”
He was just so good with her. I was almost afraid she’d grow up loving him more than me.
But whenever I felt her warmth in my arms, knowing she was my living breathing masterpiece, I fall in love all over again and know that it will be alright.
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About two years had passed and Emerald was getting so much bigger! She looked exactly like Thorn. In fact, I don’t think anyone would be able to tell that I’m her mother unless I show them her birth certificate.
She definitely preferred Thorn over me. Whenever he held her she giggled and smiled. When I went to hold her, she screamed and cried.
Thorn was so protective over her. We still haven’t even taken her out into the town. “Too many creeps” according to him.
I decided I’d better start taking some initiative in our bonding. I started teaching Emerald to walk.
She was a very quick learner. It didn’t take long at all.
She was finally beginning to look at me the way she did her father.
It seems as if she can now trust me, to catch her when she’s falling.
I began to experience pride for the first time, in something other than my paintings.
She was my most beautiful creation.
Later, I had noticed that my clothes were fitting way too tight. I thought it could’ve just been weight gain from Emerald’s birth, but then I remembered the vomiting, and back aches. There was no doubting it, I was pregnant again.
I also taught Emerald to talk.
She was the first person I announced my pregnancy to, and she seemed to completely understand.
I decided after a while it was time to tell Thorn.
I knew he’d be ecstatic. He was so good with Emerald.
Emerald would know what it’s like to be a big sister, I found this so fascinating. I never had any siblings.
My paintings were getting so much better, I decided I wanted to start hanging some of them.
I placed the first to hang in Emerald’s nursery.
Thorn loved reading Emerald to sleep. He read to her of colors and shapes, I hoped she’d learn to love art too.
As I painted at night, I loved to look out at the stars. They mezmerized me in a way I couldn’t explain. I needed to learn to paint the night sky sometime.
It seemed like all that was left to do for Emerald was potty train her. She seemed to take to this very well, as she did everything else.
She still seemed to mostly look up to Thorn though. Maybe this next baby would be different.
I would spend more time with this one.
I remembered I hadn’t seen my friend Saturday in a while. I called her up and asked her to meet me in town.
There I told her all about Emerald and how I was expecting again.
“I can’t wait to meet them” she said.
When I returned home however, some sharp pains hit my stomach and I knew just what that meant.
This baby was coming right now.
Thorn reacted per the norm.
And with that, I gave birth to my second girl, Jade Ivy.
She looked just like her father as well.
But I knew the drill, I wasn’t letting this one become distant from me as well.
Colors of the Wind 