Through The Storming….To Parenthood

In Recovery….

Angelica was in her hospital bed, holding her daughter. "Aren't you the cutest thing in the world. I can't exactly wear you or anything, but you are cute."

At that moment, the door opened and Chuck came in smiling. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

Angelica looked back at him smiling as an answer. He sat on the side of his wife's hospital bed and smiled at them.

He kissed his wife, then he looked at his daughter, "Well, aren't we a beauty, huh? Next to your mother, I mean."

Angelica looked at Chuck, "Chuck? Do you think we can do this….raise a child? I still remember how much trouble I was when I was little."

Chuck smiled, "I remember too. You were a brat! You still kind of are, but that doesn't matter to me. You and the baby matter to me now. And to answer your question, yes. I think we can do it. You are going to be a great mother. I will be a good father and husband."

Angelica looked at him and smiled, "I know you will. You know, you still owe me a honeymoon."

Chuck smirked, "Already took care of it. During a hugfest, I asked my mom and dad if they would look after the baby. They said they would."

Angelica smirked, "During the what?" Chuck blushed brightly. "Relax, Hubby. I still love you."

She looked down at the baby, "And you." Chuck sighed and said, "You know what this means. We're getting old, fast!"

Angelica and Chuck both laughed while nurturing their daughter.

They named her, Ana.