2 Years Later

"Fuck, Dylan. I will bury you alive if I make it through this," Rosalie roared.

"Come on, Mrs. Pierce. One last push," the doctor ordered.

Rosalie screamed as she squeezed Dylan's hand so hard, he almost felt his bones crack.

"It's okay, baby. You're almost done," he tried consoling her but he knew she hated him in that instant.

From the moment Rosalie had gone into labor, she had been yelling profanities at him for doing this to her.

"I will chop off your balls so you can never do this to me again," she had yelled.

Suddenly, the room was filled with the cries of a baby.

Rosalie finally took a breath of relief. The doctor wrapped the baby in a blanket and handed it to Dylan.

"Congratulations! It's a girl," she announced happily.

Dylan looked down at his daughter. She had his blue eyes but she looked exactly like her mother. He held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. "She's perfect," he exclaimed, almost tearing up.

"Let me hold her," Rosalie said, bringing him out of his daze.

He gently handed the baby to her.

"So, have you guys thought of a name," the doctor called out, causing them both to look away from their daughter to her.

"Delilah," Dylan answered with a smile.

"That's beautiful," the doctor remarked and then left the room.

Dylan looked down at his beautiful daughter. Rosalie was cooing at her.

"Isn't she amazing," she finally said as she looked up at him.

"She's perfect, baby. Just like you," he assured as he kissed Rosalie on her temple.

He knew for a long time that he had wanted a family with her but it had taken a while to get her on board. She wanted to spend some time with him alone before bringing a baby into their relationship.

Dylan's stare shifted from his daughter to his wife. In this moment, he was the happiest man on Earth.

And to think, all of this had only been made possible because of one dumb deal between two horny adults.

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