Au Pair

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Month Three

A week after I told Luca about my pregnancy, the doctor confirmed that I was two months pregnant. I still wasn't showing and if it hadn't been for the urine and blood tests, I would've been a little sceptical.

The third month, I was graced with everything that was associated with pregnancies. Morning sickness was the worst. The toilet was practically my new home. I couldn't eat anything without wanting to regurgitate it back a couple of minutes later.

Through it all, though, Luca was as sweet as I expected him to be. As soon as I would sit up on the bed, ready to dash for the toilet, he would walk in and hold my hair. He'd rub his hand up and down my back, murmuring comforting words whilst I cried over the bitter taste of my tongue.

My emotions were all over the place. I was extremely sensitive. He couldn't even look at me without making my eyes water. Sometimes it was happy tears because I now had him in my life, but most of the time it was over stupid things.

Month Four

The most dramatic reaction I ever had was entering my fourth month. Luca had to wake up early for work and thankfully, the morning sickness was slowly subsiding. However, the emotional hormones were through the roof.

I watched as he got ready for work. He pulled a blue buttoned up shirt on and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. Normally, it would turn me on, but I began thinking of how handsome he was and how lucky I was for having him by my side.

I started sniffling, unable to hold back my tears as he brushed his hair back. The moment he realised I was crying, he quickly turned back to look at me and rushed to my side.

"Cariño?" He frowned, tucking my hair behind my ears, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He wiped my tears away with his thumb and caressed my sticky cheeks.

"You're so hot," I sobbed, closing my eyes as my shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Luca chuckled softly, pulling me into his lap and tucked my head under his chin. "Ay, cariño. It's okay."

"No," I shook my head, sniffling, "these hormones are killing me. I shouldn't be crying because you're hot." I let out a quiet hiccup and held tightly unto him before I realised that his shirt was now stained with my tears. "And I ruined...your shirt."

He laughed quietly and pulled away to look at me. "It's just tears, cariño. Don't worry about it."

I breathed in deeply, trying to calm myself and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he kissed my forehead gently, "are you going to be okay or do you want me to stay in today?"

At his sweetness, my eyes began to tear up again and I immediately shook my head before I turned into a dramatic pendeja again. "No, it's fine. I'll be fine, I have Toby with me." I pointed at the little feline fur-ball sleeping in the corner of the room and wiped the wetness under my eyes. "You can go to work."

"Alright," He sighed and stood up. He kissed my forehead again and smiled sweetly. "If you need absolutely anything, give me a call and I'll do whatever I have to do, okay?" I nodded and held back the next wave of hormones that threatened to take over when he tucked me in. "I love you." His lips brushed against mine gently and he placed his hand over my small bump. "And you too, sweetheart. Be good to your mom today."

The moment he locked the door behind him, I cuddled up to his pillow and tried my hardest to sleep. I woke up again around lunch time and when I realised that I was craving ice cream, and that there was none, I started to cry like an idiot again.

Like if he knew, Luca called to check in on me and the sobs that came out of my body worried him enough to leave work and buy cookies and cream ice cream.

Needless to say, we stacked up on tissues and ice cream.

Month Five

Luckily for us both, the fifth month was much nicer. My hormones seemed to level out and I didn't cry as much. My stomach grew a bit more, which made my back and feet hurt like crap.

It seemed like the worse had passed.

"You'd think that a bunch of old men wouldn't act like they're in high school," Luca ranted, rubbing my feet gently. He squeezed the points that hurt the most, alleviating the pain and kneaded the arch of my feet with his fingers.

I grinned, relaxing against the couch and ran my fingers through my hair. The other hand was over my bump. I was obviously pregnant now and I was totally in love with my baby bump. I had taken so many pictures and drawn on it so much, I was borderline obsessed.

"It sounds like a badly written episode of the Hills," I rubbed my bump lovingly.

Luca sighed tiredly. "If Erikson hadn't slept with Hugo's daughter, we wouldn't have so much animosity on the board. I seriously can't believe they brought their personal lives into this."

"Wasn't Hugo the one that made a big deal when you had to leave a meeting early for my first ultrasound?"

"Yeah," He scowled, "grumpy ass old man."

I opened my mouth to respond, but stopped when I felt something moving in my body. At first, I thought it was part of my imagination. I mean, I had been reading countless of books that said that the fifth month was usually the one where the baby began to kick – I could have easily transferred that information into the movement.

But then it happened again.

I widened my eyes, placing my hand over my stomach where I felt the little kick. "Don't move."

Luca frowned, watching me curiously and I held my breath, hoping with all my might that I hadn't imagined it.

"Did your stomach just move?" He blurted out.

I let out a laugh, tears brimming in my eyes and I nodded excitedly. "He's kicking! Look!" I held my breath again and creepily watched as the baby kicked again.

Luca quickly placed his hand over my stomach and I guided him to the place where he was kicking. His eyes widened and he quickly got up from the couch to shower me with kisses. I laughed and he moved down to my bump, whispering sweet-nothings to the kicking baby.

We still didn't know what the gender was – I didn't want to find out until he was born. However, the doctor assured us that the baby was healthy and growing normally. Despite the crazy first trimester, Baby Valenté was a strong one.

Month Six

I quickly learned just how strong this baby was.

Not only did he think my womb was a karate dojo, he also loved to move up to the side of my ribcage. It was extremely painful and the tears that I hadn't produced for the past couple of weeks, quickly made an appearance. Now I was crying because I was in absolute pain.

Baby Valenté seemed to love his dad more than me, though. The moment Luca began to whisper soothingly, he'd stop kicking and calm down a little. I was a little jealous that he had such a connection with him, but it was heart-warming at the same time.

I absolutely loved the smile that lit up his face when he talked to the baby. It was like falling in love with him all over again.

Luca didn't miss a single sonogram or baby appointment. It was all I expected and even more. He was supportive and caring, and unbelievably sweet. I couldn't have asked for a better man to father my children.

Month Seven

The seventh month was the scariest.

Luca took me out to eat for my birthday. Everything was going splendid. The food was delicious and Baby Valenté was being a good one. He didn't move much or kick as much or as painful.

Whilst we shared a piece of pineapple cake, I began to feel terrible. The heartburn hit me like a ton of bricks. I had to drink a lot of water and I was sure that I was seconds away from vomiting.

Luca walked me to the restroom and ignored the sideway glances he received from the women when he waited for me outside the stall. "Are you alright, cariño?"

My eyes watered and I breathed in deeply, trying to ignore the fire fuelling the pit of my stomach. "I don't know."

"Do you want to go home?"

I breathed in deeply, trying to calm my fears. Baby Valenté was okay. He was still moving and the check-up today had assured his healthiness. "No, it's okay. I'm okay. Just...a little nauseous."

"We can go home," Luca said softly, "you might feel a little more comfortable."

I shook my head, opening the door and walked into his opened arms. I pressed my face against his chest and breathed in deeply. He smelled so good. It always calmed me.

Luca tightened his hold around my waist and kissed the top of my head. "Do you want water or ginger ale or anything?"

"No," I mumbled, "I'm o-" I abruptly pulled away from him and rushed into the bathroom stall as the familiar sensation of vomiting made a quick visitation. I groaned, gagging at the acidic burp that rasped out my throat. "I feel like shït!"

He walked in, brushing my hair back and whispered, "I'm sorry, cariño, I wish I could help."

"It's okay. I just need fresh air."

He nodded and gingerly grabbed my hand to walk me out of the restroom. He quickly explained the situation to the hostess and promised to return in a second to pay the bill. Once we were outside, I sat down on a nearby bench and breathed in deeply.

The cool air felt amazing against my face and the nausea subsided a bit. However, I didn't expect it to be replaced by dizziness. I groaned, hiding my face with my hands and hoped with all my might that nothing would happen while Luca was inside paying.

I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing and dizziness, but nothing seemed to help. My ears began to ring and the moment Luca walked to my side, I passed out. Not only did I faint, I also threw up while blacked out.

It was probably the worst experience ever.

I woke up a couple of minutes later, covered in chunks of food and had to hold back the urge to throw up again. I wanted to burst out crying as I realised that a group of people had gathered around to watch the lovely spectacle.

"It's going to be okay, cariño," Luca murmured softly, a hint of panic in his voice, "the ambulance is on its way."

"I feel gross," I whimpered, closing my eyes as I slumped against the floor. I didn't even know how I got there. "And I have vomit in places that vomit should never be in."

He cracked a smile, nodding and whispered, "I'm sorry, I wish you didn't have to go through this."

I breathed in deeply and sighed, "Baby Valenté better start being a little nicer to his mommy or he's going to be grounded the moment he's born." Luca chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to my temple. I grimaced, trying to scoot away. "I'm covered in vomit. You shouldn't be so handsy."

He rolled his eyes. "You're my wife and carrying our child. You've been going through hell because of it, the least I could do is comfort you when you need it most."

I smiled. "You say the sweetest things at the right moments."

"I love you," He murmured.

"I love you, too," I whispered and sighed, "happy birthday to me!"

Month Eight

Most people made pregnancies out to be beautiful and happy – which, in part, was true. However, they all seemed to forget the terrible effects that came with it – and by terrible, I mean constipation. Then excessive bowel movements to finally be finished off with haemorrhoids.

I wasn't expecting my body to return to the shape it was before. My hips had expanded a bit and my breasts were full and heavy. Stretchmarks began to adorn my sides and leave little silver lines behind. I didn't mind them – I just didn't think I was going to stay stuck with discomfort whenever I sat on my ass.

That's what they should have mentioned whenever they spoke about pregnancies.

I was up eight times during an hour to pee. It was ridiculous. I'd sneeze? Pee came out. I laughed? Pee came out. I cried? Pee came out. I breathed? Pee came out. I blinked? PEE FÜCKING CAME OUT.

I couldn't stay standing for extended periods of time, but I also couldn't sit for prolonged periods of time. I couldn't lay on my side because Baby Valenté always liked to climb my ribcage like a ladder and I couldn't lay on my back because it was always in pain.

To say that I was ready to give birth was the understatement of the year.

Yeah, pregnancy was a beautiful thing, but I now fully understood why good mothers were angels. I especially gave props to single mothers.

Without Luca, I would have probably cuddled in my bed and never moved.

He took care of me beyond comprehension. Baby Valenté was eight months old, which meant that I wobbled around the house because my stomach was so big. And just because I was pregnant, didn't mean that I wanted to walk around the house looking unkempt and hideous.

So, like a terrific husband, Luca painted my toenails and shaved my legs. Up until I couldn't reach my knees, I shaved the hair between my legs. However, Luca took up the position happily.

There was something so erotic and sweet about the way he concentrated on not pricking at my skin and just how gentle he washed the shaving cream away. Through most of the experience, I giggled at his concentrated expression, but he'd get revenge by rubbing my clĭt to an orgasm.

My laughs would quickly choke in my throat and turn into breathy gasps and encouraging moans. And, as expected, our sexual life did not falter or waver during any of the past months. He still looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world and worshipped my body the way, only he knew how.

"I wish my nipples would just stop leaking," I sighed, wiping a baby wipe against my breast.

Luca chuckled, looking up from his laptop. "It's not a terrible sight."

"Yeah," I glowered, slightly grumpy, "well, I'm running out of shirts to wear. And there's nothing sexy about seeing my nipples through my shirt because they're wet."

He stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist. His lips brushed against my neck gently and he whispered, "Everything about my wife is sexy."

I smiled. His comment was sweet, it even made my cheeks heat up. "I'm glad one of us still thinks so."

"You are," he murmured, nipping at my neck.

More colostrum leaked from my breasts and I groaned, wiping them quickly. "Still think that when I'm leaking like a damn cow?!"

He chuckled, shaking his head and kissed my skin gently. "Ay, cariño. I wish you could see how beautiful you are to me."

"I'm sorry," I pouted, sighing and pushed my hair behind my back. I was wearing a sloppy ponytail and my little hairs were sticking out in every direction. I probably looked crazy as hell. I was wearing an oversized t-shirt and one of Luca's grey sweatpants. "I just," I groaned, "it feels like I've been pregnant for decades! I'm ready for this baby to come out!"

It was like a moment in the movies.

One minute I was frustrated about wanting to give birth – and the next, water was sliding down my legs.

I gulped, looking down at my legs and then up at Luca. "I think I just summoned the baby."

He frowned. "You what?"

"I think my water broke..."

"But you're only 8 months..." He visibly paled, glancing around the room like a lost puppy. "I-I-"

I bit my bottom lip. "Maybe I peed myself?" He nodded, agreeing – because it had happened before, and walked off to search for towels. A sharp pain startled me out of my tranquillity. "Luca!" My eyes widened and I placed my hand on my bump. "Luca! I don't think I peed myself!"

He rushed back to the kitchen with towels and handed me two, then threw the other two on the floor, over the puddle of water. "What? What do you mean? Are you in pain?"

I nodded, gulping. "It's not really bad, but it hurts."

"Okay, okay," He breathed in heavily, almost hyperventilating, "let me get the keys and we'll go to the hospital."

I didn't move, a little afraid that if I moved, I'd keep gushing water like a waterfall. The cramps weren't extremely painful, but I was uncomfortable.

The drive to the hospital was a bit of a rush. One second I was groaning over the water seeping through the towels and unto the leather seats, and the next I was in a gurney flying through the corridors of the emergency room.

I was scared, but Luca was terrified. It was obvious in his face and it squeezed my heart. I wanted so badly to reach out and tell him everything would be okay, but I wasn't sure I even believed it.

I had read somewhere that most preemie babies that were born on the eight months, usually didn't make it. Supposedly, it was an old wives' tale, but with my luck...well, it would happen.

I just prayed that nothing would go wrong and that Baby Valenté was as healthy as he had been the past couple of months.

"Okay, Mrs. Valenté," The nurse smiled sweetly, after stepping away from my opened legs, "your cervix is three centimetres dilated."

I frowned, gnawing on my bottom lip. "What does that mean? Is my baby going to be okay? I mean, I'm not nine months yet..."

"It's okay," She assured me, "everything actually looks up to par. So far, there seem to be no complications."

I nodded and breathed out in relief. "Okay, so what happens now?"

"We just wait for the contractions and your cervix to dilate."

"Okay, thank you."

Thirteen hours.

I was in labour for thirteen-frickin' hours.

During that time, Luca rubbed my back and fed me. He brushed my hair and kissed me gently when the contractions began to pick up speed. They were painful, but I was too focused on the pain on my lower back. It was like someone was stabbing me with a machete. I was ready to die.

I laughed and screamed and cried. I think I went through every emotion known to man as I pushed with all my might. I cursed Luca for putting me through this pain, then I apologised profusely because I loved him and I loved our baby – and then I laughed because I was sure I was going to shït myself from all the pushing I was doing.

My hands were shaking, my legs felt like jelly and my throat and mouth hurt from all the screaming and gritting I was doing. I didn't know if choosing to opt out of taking the epidural was a stupid or smart idea.

At the time, I was pushing and screaming, I regretted not taking all the medication available, but squeezing Luca's hand seemed to get me through it. I was in so much pain, I had the urge to throw up, but I fought through it and kept pushing like my life depended on it.

"He's almost here, Dani," The nurse coaxed, "you're doing absolutely wonderful!"

"You said that ten minutes ago!" I cried out, looking up at Luca with desperate eyes.

He grimaced, kissing my sweaty forehead and whispered, "Just breathe, baby."

"Don't tell me what to do!" I hissed before taking a deep breath and pushing the moment the contractions came. "Come on, baby!" I groaned, exasperated, "Just come out of my vagina already!"

The nurse chuckled and I groaned, throwing my head back in exhaustion. Physically I was seconds away from collapsing. This damn baby needed to get out of me immediately or I was going to pass out. I couldn't do it anymore.

"Come on, Dani," She said excitedly, "I see his head."

"About fücking time, puñeta!"

I pushed and pushed until Baby Valenté finally decided to make an appearance. The nurse called Luca over to cut the umbilical cord and I laid back on the bed, trying to regain my breath as I listened to the crazy noises filling the room.

I couldn't concentrate on everything, so, I just looked up at the ceiling until my eyes drooped closed.

"Daniela," Luca whispered softly, "look."

My eyes snapped open and my mouth dropped open at the little guy in his arms. He was tiny as hell, there was no reason why it should've hurt that much!

Then realisation hit me like a sack of bricks and my eyes watered. The emotions ran me over like a truck and I sobbed uncontrollably, smiling through the tears as I held him. His little head was covered in fuzzy hair and he was still slightly wet, but I didn't care.

I held him in my arms gingerly, just watching him in awe. I wanted so badly to squeeze him into my chest and cry, but I was too terrified of hurting him and totally in love with what I saw.

I looked between him and Luca, the tears in my eyes making it a little hard to make out their faces clearly.

"He's so tiny," I whispered, watching as he squeezed my finger tightly.

Baby Valenté forced his eyes open and I gasped at the beautiful colour. They were blue, just like Luca's and I hoped that they would stay bright and striking.

"You did it, cariño," Luca murmured, wiping his tears silently. He kissed my cheek, nuzzling his face against my neck and we both cried like idiots.

Sadly, I didn't get to keep him in my arms for much longer. The nurses had to run some tests on him and make sure he was healthy. I pouted and fought the protective urge to keep him in my arms, but reluctantly gave him up.

The moment he was gone, all the exhaustion – mental and physical – caught up to me. I barely managed to stay away during the wave of family and friends that entered the room to congratulate us.

"So," Eddie cleared his throat, a couple of hours later, "where's little Eddie? When do we get to meet the handsome fella?"

I grinned, lazily. "Sorry, Eddie, but I named him something else."

"What?" He gasped, dramatically and pouted his lip, "What did you name him then?"

"Yeah," Luca nodded, looking down at my curiously. "What did you finally choose?"

"Wait!" Killian raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me that you're the father and you don't even know your child's own name?!"

"I gave birth to him," I muttered, "I think I have the right to choose his name. Besides, he has Luca's last name. The least he can do is let me choose his name."

Luca kissed my cheek, chuckling. "Of course, you can, cariño. I was joking."

"Well," I sighed, "if you all must know, his name is Lucas Daniel Valenté." I blushed, waiting for their expressions and bit my bottom lip anxiously.

Mrs. Maggie was the first one to speak up. "That sounds lovely, Dani-love. I absolutely love it!"

The room broke out in a chorus of agreements and I grinned, happy that we were all in the same page. Luca, however, just stared at me with ardent eyes. They glistened in happiness, but he didn't say anything.

Shortly after, they returned little Lucas with a warm blue blanket and a little hat. He was the most beautiful human being I had ever seen. I cried like a hormonal mess. All the pain I went through the past eight months totally forgotten as I stared into his little eyes.

I was smitten beyond comprehension.

"You're amazing you know that?" Luca whispered in awe as I hissed quietly, whilst Lucas desperately tried to attach his little mouth to my nipple. It hurt like a mother, but I was so enraptured by my child's beauty, that I didn't care.

"You are, too," I whispered in return, "and I love you both more than anything in my life."

Luca kissed the top of my head and then placed his hand over Lucas' blue hat. "I promise that I will spend the rest of my life making sure both of you are happy; no matter what."

I was certain that things would definitely be okay. All the worries over my mother making influences on me and my baby were totally thrown out the window as I realised that Luca and I loved each other – Lucas would be surrounded by happy, loving couples and that's all I cared about.

After all, Luca always kept his promises.

The end.

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I'm so sorry if this felt rushed or anything, but MAN! I was falling asleep as I wrote this. Eventually, I'll edit it and make it all pretty!

Okay, so that's the end BUT THERE'S AN EPILOGUE! As well as a bonus chapter, so don't freak out too much. The epilogue will be cute and short and the bonus chapter will be short and a little crazy.

I'm not saying any goodbyes because we still have two more parts. Plus, I'm not ready to say goodbye lol

xo, Luna