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First Daughter of Pip Bernadotte and Seras Victoria
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First Daughter of Pip Bernadotte and Seras Victoria Written: KittySkywalke
He’d never known it could be like this. When Seras had given Pip the opportunity to be a father…He hadn’t known.
He hadn’t known it was possible to love someone in their entirety without ever having seen them before. He hadn’t known that once those bright innocent eyes looked upon him for the first time his heart would no longer be his own. He hadn’t known it was possible to be so attune to every detail of another person.
He loved Seras more than anything. He was in love with her—hopelessly, devotedly, and endlessly. They’d be together forever.
But their child…he was discovering an entirely new level of love. One he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams. He drowned in it willingly every time he laid his emerald eye upon their daughter. Every time she cooed, grasped his finger, or played with their hair…he gave another piece of his soul to her.
Lina. They’d named her Lina. She had his eyes and her mother’s blonde hair. She was beautiful. She was small and sweet. She was perfect.
Pip liked to take care of her in the early mornings. It let Seras get the sleep she needed. Giving birth was no easy task after all. And he’d always been a bit of a morning person. When the baby’s cries broke out through their house, he’d kiss Seras back asleep before rushing over to the nursery. He’d change and feed her. He’d sit in the rocking chair by the window, and sit with her. She was bundled up in his arms as they both gently swayed back and forth. Bright little eyes took in the world around her. Little fingers grasped his long adult size fingers or played with his loose hair.
Pip would always find himself laughing and grinning ear to ear when he was with her. Same as her mother, but in a completely different way. Sometimes Pip would find himself crying. He could never explain it. He didn’t want to. He was happy.
He would always lay a kiss on his daughter’s brow. And he would whisper, “Je t’aime.”
