-Six year later

"D-Dane," she whimpers.

She's panting. "It'll be okay, baby, I promise you. Nothing you can't do," I smile. She scoffs. "You don't know how much this damn thing hurt," she snaps, then cringes again.

I give her my hand. "Let's stay calm, baby. You've done this already, I'm sure you won't die. Squeeze my hand if you need-- aw, okay, yes, like that." I almost squeal from the force she's squeezing my hand with, but stop myself. She's hurting way more than me right now. I can't even imagine the pain she's feeling.

I park at the parking of the hospital. Today, Willow is having our baby. Our second, actually. Little Emmy is with her grandparents right now. She was a big surprise. We've found out Willow has a fertility problem, so we didn't really expect we'd be able to have children. but here we are, on our way to our second child.

"Today I'm marrying my Willow. I saw her earlier, just a glimpse, but it was the happier I've ever saw her. She had this big smile on her face, and was lightning up the room."

I smile. It was a perfect day. 

"She smiles at me and runs to me. Her arms find their place around my neck, and I hug her around the waist. "Look at the new  couple!" someone yells. I smile. " Hello wifey," I smirk. She rolls her eyes, but that big smile doesn't disappear. "You're such a cliché." 

"But you love me like that," I pout. She giggles and gives me something. It's a small bag, and I frown, confused. "What's this?" I ask. I don't get it.

She shrugs, but I see anticipation in my eyes. I smile nervously and open the bag. A white cloth is in it, and I take it out. Something else is still in it, but I ignore it for a second.

I gasp as soon as I get it.

"Y-you're pregnant?" I mutter. She nods, laughing. I pull her in a hug and let my tears run free. When I look back in the bag, I see the positive pregnancy test.

Smiling, I take it out. "Oh gosh, I can't wait to meet our little creature.""

And now, our second is coming. I carry her inside, and she smiles at me through her pain. "I love you," she whispers. I kiss her forehead. "I love you too, baby. We're gonna do this, yes? Well, yeah, you're doing it, but..."

She shakes her head. "We're doing this together." I smile and carry her to the delivery room. the doctor takes it over, but I stay on her side. They yell at each other, and maybe at me, but I keep my eyes on Willow. I know from the articles I've read and her first experience that this hurts like a bitch.

But my Willow can handle this.

She starts pushing, and squeezes my hand. I keep supporting her. It may not help, but at least I'm here for her. "Good job. You're doing the best, baby. I'm so proud. I can see her little head. When we get home, we'll have two little children. Can you believe it? Two-"

"Shut up!" 

I gulp, staring at her in shock. And then, I hear crying from somewhere else. And I know our little baby is born, but I keep staring at Willow. 

And as I expected, she breaks down sobbing. She hides her face in her hands, and her shoulders are shaking violently. I hug her, softly calming her down. "Shh, it's okay, Willow. You did it. I know you're tired, but look at our little wonder."

She looks up when I get the girl in my arms, and I kneel down next to the bed so she can look at her. Willow's face immediately lights up, and I smile. She reaches fro the baby, and I carefully lay her in her arms. 

She looks in love, just as she was with Emmy.

Then, she looks back at me. "I'm sorry, Dane. I was just very-" "It's okay, baby. I understand. You're tired, you were in pain. Are you okay now?" 

She nods, seeming relieved. I kiss her forehead, and watch two of my three favorite girls in each other's arms. 

"I'm glad you hated me back then," I tell her now. She rolls her eyes. "You stupid." I chuckle and kiss her forehead again. Then, I pull away. "I'm going to call your parents, okay?" She nods, smiling at our girl.

We'll give her a name later. For now, I just want Willow to rest. I call her parents and tell them to pass by with Emmy. She has to meet her little sister. She's been rambling on and on and on about it, and I totally loved it.

When I come back in the room, they're both sleeping. I smile softly and sit down on the bed, half above them. I play with a tuck of hair of Willow, and grin when I see she's drooling. She always does that when she's too tired, and it's cute as fuck.

I wipe it away and play some games on my phone when I wait for Willow's parents and Emmy. I hear her from faraway and get up, rushing to them to not wake Willow and the baby.

"Hey, Princess," I smile and Emmy giggle. I pick her up and set her on my hip. "Hey, I'm so glad you're here. That little girl is the cutest," I say to Nora and Stan. Emmy groans and my eyes widen.

Shit. I look at her, pouting. "Oh, Princess. She's the cutest baby, you're the cutest toddler, alright?" I try, and she frowns. "What's a toddler, daddy?"

I sigh and look back at her grandparents. "Come in. I'll explain later, sweetheart. Now, we have to be silent to not wake up mommy and your little sister. Can you do that? If we make noise, she'll cry."

Emmy's eyes go big with anticipation, and she glances behind me. I carry her into the room, where I hear ahw's and oh's. I roll my eyes. What happened to 'silence'?

And of course, Willow wakes up. I glare at her parents, then approach to her. She looks around, confused. "Where's Dane?" 

I smile. Somehow, knowing she looks for me makes me happy, as if she needs me as much as I need her. "I'm here, and I have our Princess," I say and then she sees me. She smiles.

"I think I have a name," she tells me. I raise an eyebrow, sitting at the same spot as I was earlier again. "Tell me."

"Riley."

And that name is perfect. I smile. "Hello Riley." Nora squeals. "Picture! Picture!"

And finally, my life is fucking perfect. I have a good job, two cute kids and the best wife ever.

All because of a diary.