"That's not what you were saying a few hours ago." Which made perfect sense because he'd known child birth wasn't gonna be easy but watching Ava like that had been really hard.
He kisses her again and settles on the edge of the bed. "You'll pick exactly what you want and after we say the I Dos, the three of us can go to Italy or something and eat all the pasta and make sure Isabella gets to have the start we didn't."
She laughs, and it's easier to laugh now that it's all over with, rubbing at her brow with the back of her hand. "Yeah, well, it's different now that she's out. And thinking how big she'll end up." Her eyes well up slightly at that thought, and she's not used to being so emotional, not sure why because she's not sad.
"I'd like that. All of that." She reaches out to tenderly brush her fingers over her daughter's soft hair, already vowing to figure out how to style it once it's long enough better than she ever bothered with her own.
"Do you think she's going to... turn out like us?" she asks, and she's asked plenty of times before the chances of their child being born with powers, with no real definitive answer.
"Yeah, it's crazy to think someone so tiny and perfect caused you so much pain." It's probably the first time Ava was ever in pain that Diego didn't want to kill the cause. Diego wipes a thumb underneath her eye and smiles softly.
"Yeah? Perfect. We can start planning when you feel up to it." Diego presses a soft kiss to Isabella's forehead before leaning over to place her in Ava's arms once more. "What, you mean awesome?" He knows what she means but he'd rather keep it lighter for now.
"I'm pretty tough," she remarks, even as he wipes the tear away. She has no idea how she ended up so lucky, after everything. She takes Isabella back, studying her sleeping features, and she supposes she can see a bit of a resemblance. She has no baby pictures of herself to compare, but vows to take plenty of Isabella. She never thought she'd be one of those parents, though Ava didn't even own a social media account to post any of them to. But she'd have to send some to Bill later.
"Mm, yes, awesome," she agrees, accepting the gentle steering away from the heavier topic.
"You're the toughest, novia." Diego's also ready to take hundreds of photos of their daughter, especially when she's sleeping in Ava's arm and he can get the both of them at the same time.
"She's going to be the most amazing thing in the world, powers or not."
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He kisses her again and settles on the edge of the bed. "You'll pick exactly what you want and after we say the I Dos, the three of us can go to Italy or something and eat all the pasta and make sure Isabella gets to have the start we didn't."
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"I'd like that. All of that." She reaches out to tenderly brush her fingers over her daughter's soft hair, already vowing to figure out how to style it once it's long enough better than she ever bothered with her own.
"Do you think she's going to... turn out like us?" she asks, and she's asked plenty of times before the chances of their child being born with powers, with no real definitive answer.
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"Yeah? Perfect. We can start planning when you feel up to it." Diego presses a soft kiss to Isabella's forehead before leaning over to place her in Ava's arms once more. "What, you mean awesome?" He knows what she means but he'd rather keep it lighter for now.
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"Mm, yes, awesome," she agrees, accepting the gentle steering away from the heavier topic.
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"She's going to be the most amazing thing in the world, powers or not."