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I held the tiny child in my arms. Rocking her in the rocking chair in the corner of the nursery. She was clean now. She smelt of soap and baby power. I now had the chance to look at her more. She looked like me, she also looked like Jackson when he was a baby. Before my husband died we were trying to have another. I always wanted to have a girl.
She had puffy red cheeks, a button nose and round face. Oh, just how beautiful she was. Such an innocent thing born of two monsters. She was our love from hate.
She was crying and I was trying to settle her, while Pennywise made a bottle. No doubt she was hungry.
“Shh... its okay, its okay,” I brought her up so her head was level with my shoulder. She only had on a diaper. She was extra warm like Pennywise. I didn’t think she would she appreciate the layers. Especially now. She quite her screaming and started to nub on my neck. I laughed at the sensation, she wanted blood and the poor thing couldn’t even get it herself. She had no teeth. Her gums gnawing at my skin and her saliva sliding down my shoulder and chest. The apple didn’t fall to far from the tree there. I hum at her in response. Silently giggling at her effort and determination. I wish I could breast feed her, sadly I cant give her what she wants the way I want. The bond from breastfeeding or feeding-as in Pennywise’s case- was like pure fusion.
Im glad she at least had something to keep her quite.
Pennywise returned with a couple infant sized bottles full of blood. He placed them on the dresser and then handed me one.
“Warm? Did you heat this up like milk?” She lifted her head, no doubt smelling it. She began to cry. I adjusted her to a cradle in my arms.
“Well, the person just died...” he was watching up with amazement. He sat on the foot stool-that matched the rocking chair-in front of us.
The bottle he gave me was fresh. She would be in for a treat. But the only dead one was Julia, I knew of. And wouldnt have time to kill another. I laughed again at the irony. Pennywise’s daughter was consuming the blood of his enemies daughter.
“It only seemed fair” he chimed in. Smiling wickedly.
She rapidly sucked on the bottle. Her little sucking noises were too cute. As she ate her eyes shifted from gold-yellow, to a more normal color- green. The same color as my own. It was interesting finding out she had this quality. A trait Pennywise always possessed. I look forward to finding out what else she could do.
Pennywise was content watching her and he pet her head.
After the third bottle, her eyes got heavy. Soon she fell asleep still sucking on a bottle. It was to adorable. I pulled it from her lips and sat it down on the dresser beside me.
“Have you thought of a name?” Pennywise asked.
“Hmm. Well I had thought about Lilith. She is considered a demon in human religion. The name can roughly translate to night-monster. According to folklore she refused to be sub-servant and she was powerful, she was thought to steal babies or feast on human flesh in the darkness.” I explained.
“Its perfect, for the daughter of the devil, she will grow to be strong, she will be fearless.” He added petting her head. Approving of the name.
“She was also know to have red hair” I gave him a wink.
“We can call her lily for short though. Rolls off the tongue easier.” I got up and gently walked over to the crib. Pennywise had cleaned and set up the area while I bathed her. Thinking back, this was Jackson‘s room. How it was empty when I arrived my first time back to the house. Pennywise not only stripped my memory of him but of all the evidence he even existed.
I laid her on her tummy and gracefully put a thin pink blanket on her. I rubbed her back before I blew a kiss to her. So peaceful, the little monster looked. Pennywise stood behind me, his arm wrapped around my waist.
“She’s just as perfect as her mother,” he kissed my cheek. I took in the moment that was happening. We were a family. I was a mother again. Time seemed to stand still as we watched our daughter sleep. Everything was calm now. We didn’t have to worry anymore.
“Lily...” he whispered.
I turned on her mobile and baby monitor. We quietly seeped out and went into the living room. I brought the spare monitor with me.
I sat on the couch and put on the tv to relax a bit. Pennywise had went MIA. I still savor in the moment.
Since it had been Christmas, only about nearly all the channels were themed. It was hard to get away from so I turned off the TV and pick up a book from the shelf.