Chapter 3

I was so exhausted. Nigel told me to get some sleep, but I couldn't.I was so worried about my baby. I just wanted to see her, to hold her, to know if she's alright. Nigel went to see her a few minutes ago. I really hope that she's alright. "Hello love." "Oh Nigel, is she alright?" "The doctors said she has a tough road ahead of her, but she has a fighting chance." "What does she look like?" "Like a little angel. She has your blond hair." "I want to see her. Please take me Nigel." He helped me into a wheel chair, and brought me to see my baby. "Oh my gosh. She's so beautiful" I whispered as I looked at my little angel. I slowly placed my hand in the incubator and began to carefully rub her arm. She was sleeping so peacefully. "She looks so much like you", a nurse said to me. "Do you have a name for her?" "Nigel, I know we discussed Hunter, and I love that idea, but I really don't think that name suits her. Do you have any other ideas?" "Well, I still think we should name her after you." "She is not going to be named Marianne, or Mary, or Anne, or anything like that." "Can it be her middle name?" "Maybe. Wait! I've got it! Let's name her Angela!" "Angela?" "Yes! It means Angel. And she's our little angel. We can call her Angie." "I love it. It sounds so adorable." "And can we make her middle name Sophie? After my mother?" "Angela Sophie. I think that's beautiful. But I have a minor suggestion." "What Nigel?" "Okay miss", Nigel said to the nurse, "Our child's full name is Angela Sophie Marianne Hunter Thornberry." "That's adorable! And quite a mouthful", the nurse said as she left to fill out Angie's birth certificate. I looked at Nigel with tears in my eyes. "Nigel, I love that name. But why did you give her my entire name?" "Well, I assumed that if our little angel looks so much like her mother, and shares a birthday with her mother, she should have the same name as her mother." "I completely forgot that it's my birthday. I think Angie is the best present ever." "Happy Birthday love", Nigel said as he kissed me.

*normal POV*

A few weeks later, after a couple of close calls that left Marianne in tears, Angie was finally strong enough to be taken home. Marianne was a little nervous, and she hardly ever let anyone other than herself hold Angie. After what happened when she was born, Marianne couldn't risk anything happening to her little angel. Debbie, who was 8, somewhat understood her mother's protectiveness of Angie, but Eliza, who was only 4 at the time, didn't quite get it. "Mommy I want to hold Angie!" Eliza whined. "Eliza, Angie is very delicate." "But please mommy! I'll be really careful! I promise!" Marianne glanced up at Nigel, who smiled and nodded. "Okay", Marianne said, "But I have to help you." She handed Angie to Nigel and pulled Eliza into her lap. "Okay, hold your arms like this" Marianne said positioning Eliza's arms. Nigel gently placed a sleeping Angie into Eliza's arms. "Oh she's so tiny!" Eliza said. Angie yawned, and opened her eyes. When she saw Eliza, she smiled. "*gasp* She smiled at me!" "Debbie, why don't you go sit next you your mother and sisters. I want a picture of my special girls" Nigel said while getting the camera. He took the picture and said, "How beautiful. The first picture of my girls all together."