Bella didn't want to see Amanda, not while she was in all that pain. She'd seen her share of movies and TV shows of women screaming at the top of their lungs while a tiny human being ripped its way out of them. Bella cringed at the thought, automatically crossing her legs. It must be bloody awful. Why did women put themselves through such torture anyway?
The thought crossed her mind for a moment. Did she ever see herself being a mother? Hell no. She drummed her fingers against her knee before she decided on heading to the gift shop. What did little babies need anyway? She searched and searched until she found small knitted hats, pink, with pop-poms like little mouse ears. Grinning, she took them to the counter for purchase. An eternity seemed to pass by before the baby was born and most of the family was gone. The baby was still asleep, but Bella took that time to peer into the bassinet and whisper, "Hi Emi, I'm your cool aunt, Bella." She grinned, winking. "We're gonna have a lot of fun once you're a little older... And not so... teeny..." She chuckled and tossed the hat to Niels. With a quick congratulations, she waved and left the hospital room. So that's why women put themselves through all that pain.
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