My daughter. Mine.

Lenox pov

Is it normal to be this stressed? To feel this out of place and desperate that I’m ready to fall to my knees to get inside that room if nothing else works?

I tried to bargain, bribe and threaten, but none of those approaches worked. What am I supposed to do now? I’ve never faced a situation that didn’t have an exit, especially when I used the three things that have always granted just that for me.

“I fucking hate this!” I groan in annoyance right when demon dad steps aside. 

I get it, he’s trying to be supportive and ensure I don’t make the same mistakes, but sometimes he’s too much. Since he has joined the fatherhood rows thanks to our mom, the bastard thinks he has the right to play the daddy role as much as the rest of our fathers. 

I mean, he does, but doesn’t at the same time? Is this me talking, my annoyance, or is this the spoon mindset that keeps driving me closer to slitting throats? 

Oh, how I wish I could thrust the goddamn spoon into someone’s neck and watch life slowly fade from their eyes. If only I could do just that. 

Yet, at the back of my mind, there is this nagging voice that keeps reminding me that there’s no use in doing anything violent. I’m surrounded by medical staff, and my victims will be saved. 

My eyes scan the faces, and I don’t bother to hide how aggressively my eyes roll at them. Laz and Luka keep whispering something to each other while demon dad keeps glancing at his watch. 

“For fuck’s sake, do I really need to whip out my dick for anyone to notice my agony? I’m fucking struggling here. I mean, come the fuck on, guys, I’m in pain!”

My voice is ignored as my brothers pretend I don’t exist, and the demon next to me starts glancing at the door. I know he’s waiting on mom, and the baby being born right about now is like a small extra for him. 

Will anyone ever take my life seriously? This is a damn milestone for me. My sperm created a child! An actual, beautiful and freaking perfect child! They should drop to their knees and kiss my feet because Laz and Luka are losers and didn’t manage to knock up the kitty cat before I did the deed. 

I start pacing the room to get rid of the amazing, murderous urges. At one point, I need to find a way to sneak in the spoon I made for our little monster. 

Good thing Alister isn’t around; the little dude would get burned again if he tried to touch it. I used the magical branch to make that thing, and suuuure, it might be a little uneven or crooked, but I made it. With my bare hands- there’s even a little of my blood as an extra. 

Not that I cut myself trying to figure out how carving instruments work. I definitely didn’t do that. Not me. I’m good at shit like that. 

“Can you stop? Your pacing is giving me a headache, and whatever you’re planning- drop it. We can see the steam coming for your ears; you’re overworking yourself, brother dearest.” Luka speaks up, but once I glare at him, the smartass raises his hands in surrender. 

“He has a point. We get it, you’re worried, but once the baby is here and Sarah approves visits, we will see them. Until then, we can’t do anything. Why don’t you find something to distract your mind? Read the medical magazines.” Lazarus adds. 

Now, I have more questions than I had before. Is it normal to want to murder siblings because I wouldn’t mind seeing their heads on freaking sticks right about now?

Listening to Laz and Luka feels like listening to a broken record. It doesn’t matter if I show my frustration using words or actions, they won’t get it. 

It’s my fault that I made a few remarks, but I never told Sarah I’d breathe down the doctor’s neck to watch how the baby exits her body. To be clear- I’d do that; I just didn’t want her to know. 

My remarks were harmless, and the stubborn woman decided to rob me of the chance to see a child break her vagina. Life’s so darn unfair to me. 

With a loud sigh, I drop my body on the chair and lean my head against the wall. Maybe staring at the ceiling lamps will distract me a little. 

Nope, an entire second later, I understand how wrong the assumption is, and I’m back to plotting murders. Maybe tonight, I’ll enjoy an enthusiastic walk through the woods. 

The door to the delivery room creaks open, and mom slides out, closing the door behind her. 

All of us notice the tear stains on her cheeks, so when I jump back to my feet, I’m ready to bring unholy carnage upon this place. If any of them hurt my queen or princess, help them God, or whatever they chose to believe, because I’ll make sure those deities turn their backs on everyone who bears even a hint of guilt.  

“They’re resting now.” Mom whispers, holding her eyes set on me. 

During the time I spent here, waiting, and aimlessly planning to kill everyone who might cross me, I didn’t bother to think of the reaction I’m supposed to show once it’s over. Once my baby is here. 

I feel like something grows in my throat and prevents me from breathing. Suffocating? Pfft, that’s a death I can take and enjoy, but the other feeling is so foreign that I don’t know how to express it. 

Something grows in my chest and explodes inside without a sound. The love I feel for Sarah can’t compare to whatever I’m feeling now. 

I’ve never met the baby. I haven’t seen the baby. But I know that if there was something that might happen to that child, any level of freaking danger; I’ll sacrifice my spoon. That’s how much I already love our child. 

I break eye contact with mom to look at my brothers. Both grin like fools as they step closer and grab me before I can react. Laz and Luka throw me in the air as if I’m their new ball and cheer. 

By the time my brothers release me, I want to kill them. Again. For good. Like kill them, dig their graves, bring them back to life, and kill them again. 

“Approach me like this ever again, and we’ll have a problem,” I warn the grinning idiots. The only reason why I don’t punch their smug faces is mom. She’s still watching me. So, I turn around to look at her and smile, “When can I see them? Surely, there has to be an exception for me. I’ll behave, I promise.” I hide my hand behind my back and cross my fingers at the last statement. 

Technically, I’m not telling a lie now. All I’m doing is being a little dishonest because I know I won’t be able to restrain myself from acting like a fool the moment I get to see the baby. 

Mom rolls her eyes, but I can see the hint of understanding in her eyes. “Lazarus and Luka will join us for a cup of coffee downstairs. Lenox, I need you to stay here and ensure Sarah and the baby stays safe. Behave,” she winks and grabs Than’s hand to walk down the long hospital hall. 

Laz and Luka don’t seem too happy but still oblige, and once they disappear from the view, I sneak inside the room. First, my eyes scan the surroundings, and I notice the extra door next to that of a bathroom. Sneaky fucks have two entrances, and I knew only about one. 

Then, my eyes land on Sarah’s frame. She’s asleep with a small bundle of blankets next to her. Slowly, I top-toe to her bed and gasp once I realise those aren’t blankets. It’s our baby. 

Sarah doesn’t react to me reaching for the baby and carefully taking her in my arms. The baby opens her eyes, blinks, and falls asleep again. Is it possible to fall in love at the first sight? Because I think I just did. 

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Sarah’s voice is a mere whisper, but I can’t even look at her, too mesmerised by the beauty I’m holding in my arms. 

To my surprise, a tear escapes my eye. I don’t remember many times I’ve cried, but I suppose this moment has to carry many emotions, so it’s understandable. “She is,” I answer Sarah’s question in a whisper. I can’t believe she’s here. I’m holding my daughter. Mine.