My Name is NOT Cupcake

Chapter 60



Chapter 60

Taking Kennedy Estella home was a relief. I felt like the doctors and nurses at the hospital worried a

little too much over Kennedy and I because of our titles. It was nice to get back to a quiet and peaceful

home. Kennedy was a beautiful baby. Apparently, while I was still in the hospital, Mathias, Peter,

Mason, Nolan, and my dad got together and finished the baby room. Elias was always either with me or

Kennedy so he didn't help them. I was excited to see it, but first I had to get inside the house. I closed

the door to the car and started shuffling quickly to the front door. My lower regions had to be sewn back

together after giving birth to Kennedy so I was definitely sore in that department and it made me walk

slow.

"Take it slow. You're going to rip your stitches," Elias said as he held on to my waist to help me walk. I

chuckled and swatted his hands away even though I probably needed the help.

"I'm fine Eli," I said as I walked to inside and to the living room. Elias had been coddling me since I

started walking again.

"You should be babying Kennedy, not your mate, dear. She's as stubborn as a mule. I'm sure she can

take care of her own. Child birth is just something us women have to endure. We're built for it, dear.

Leave her be," Alexa said as she walked in behind us holding Kennedy in her seat. I sat in the couch

and looked for Kennedy immediately.

"I'm just trying to make sure Nova is being careful, Ma. You heard what the doctor said: 24 hours watch

afterwards to be safe," Elias said to his mother. I rolled my eyes, They were talking about me like I

wasn't sitting right here. I was still wearing a maternal sundress because with the baby fat, I still looked

pregnant. I planned on getting rid of that as quick as possible, but Kennedy was worth it. Elias and

Alexa sat in the living room with me.

"I'm a little sore but I'm fine, Eli. Stop worrying," I assured him. He didn't look convinced but he let it go.

After Kennedy's birth, Elias and I got closer if that was even possible. I understood his constant

worrying over me a little better, too. I felt the same way about Kennedy. Alexa picked Kennedy out of

the seat and cooed at her as she cradled my baby in her arms.

"Hi Stella. It's glam-ma," Alexa cooed. Alexa had gotten in the habbit of just calling Kennedy Stella, In

fact, everyone had their own little nickname for her. Nolan and Dad called her Kenny, Mason and

Jessica called her Noodles-- I have no idea where they got that from, and Taylor, Minnie, Mathias, and

Peter called her Stella as well. Elias and I called her by her birth name, Kennedy.

"Glam-ma?" I questioned. Alexa only smirked at me.

"I'm too fabulous to be called grand just yet," she explained. I laughed heartily as Elias rolled his eyes.

"Mom, can I have my daughter please?" Elias said amused. Alexa rolled her eyes before she handed

Kennedy over.

"Don't be fooled boy, I'll get my Glam-ma time, " Alexa scolded him jokingly before she sat back in her

seat on the couch. We chuckled at his amazing and crazy mother. Elias smiled and cradled our

daughter in his arms.

"She's going to be a pale little red-head," Alexa noted. I chuckled.

She is very fiar. She may even get my freckles. When do we find out if she inherited the Lycan gene?" I

asked curiously.

"There are typically signs early in in childhood, but we won't know for sure until she hits puberty if she

will shift or not. There have been rare cases where a girl can have Lycan qualities and senses but

never shift," Mathias said as he came into the living room from upstairs. He kissed Alexa gently before

he sat next to her. Kennedy's cry kick started and Elias handed her to me almost immediately. I had to

hold back a laugh. Elias always freaked out and looked like a kicked puppy when Kennedy started

crying. I think he always got nervous that he did something wrong. Kennedy's little face grew red as it

scrunched adorably. For a small baby, she had a echoing cry. Her arms and legs squirmed as she

screamed.

"Someone os going to be feisty," Mathias said as wrapped an arm around Alexa. Alexa practically

swooned as she leaned into her mate. They were so cute. I smiled to myself because I knew Elias and

I would be the same way one day as we look at our grandchildren.

"She is, and something tells me she's going to be a diva, too. Just like her mother," Elias joked. I stuck

a free elbow out and jabbed him in the ribs.

"Hey!" I protested. Mathias and Alexa only laughed.

"She's probably hungry. Now is a good time to show you the nursery. There's a rocker for you to feed in

if you want to use it now," Alexa said. I smiled and nodded.

"I'm excited to see it," I admitted. Alexa cradled Kennedy in her arms as Elias helped me up the stairs.

Considering I really needed the help this time, I allowed it. When we got to the nursery, I was stunned.

The walls were a light lavender color and there was a mural of a pack of wolves howling at the moon

on the back wall with Kennedy's full name writing across it in cursive letters. There was a crib, rocking

chair, baby rocker, changing table, and play pen all corresponding with the theme of the walls. I felt my

eyes water on their own accord. They didn't have to do all this. At the moment, I just felt so grateful that

I was surrounded and supported by so many loved ones.

"This is... beautiful. This is way more than I expected," I said hoarsely as a lump took over my throat.

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"We all wanted to make sure it was perfect for when Kennedy arrived, " Mathias explained. In that

moment, I felt like everything would be okay. Sure there were going to be bumps ahead, and Elias and

I wouldn't get along one hundred percent of the time, but at that moment, all felt right in the world and I

knew whatever happened, I would get through it with my mate, my daughter, and my pack. They were

all family, and I fully accepted my fate.

"It is perfect," I smiled.


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