Thorn's Baby (Damien: Omen II)

The Arrival Of Baby Becky

Richard's P.O.V.
"I want a baby." My wife, Ann, said. She wanted a child of her own, but she isn't sure if she wants to be pregnant. My first wife, Mary, died in an accident a few years after Mark's birth. If Mary was still alive, she would've wanted another child and she would've gotten pregnant again. "We could adopt." I suggested. Ann smiled at the suggestion. "I like that idea. Adopting a child would be better than getting pregnant." So we went to an adoption center so our son, Mark, could have a new sibling and of course, our nephew, Damien, could have another cousin. We searched and searched for a baby, but none of them would fit in. We gave up until we found a newborn that was sleeping. The newborn was wrapped in a fluffy pink blanket and it had a pink heart shaped pacifier in its mouth and a pink flower headband on its head. "Richard, do you think this baby would fit in?" Ann asked. I nodded. When we filled papers to adopt the baby, it was accepted. We also found out that the baby is a girl, so we thought of names. I thought of naming the baby either "Angel", "May", "Richelle", or "Roberta", but Ann thought of naming the baby "Becky". I agreed to name the baby "Becky" because why not? When we came home, called Mark and Damien's names and informed to them that "someone" wanted to meet them.

Mark's P.O.V.
I wondrously came into the room Dad told us to go in and we saw Mom sitting on a rocking chair. She was holding a baby. The room was pink and decorated with pink baby stuff. It had a table, a dark pink rug that had pink elephants on it, and my old crib decorated with pink blankets and pink animal plushies. The baby yawned, then opened its eyes. I asked Mom if I could hold the baby. She nodded and handed it to me. "The baby is your new sister. Your father and I adopted her and we named her 'Becky'." Mom said as I rocked the baby. I looked at Becky, caressing her cheek. Her skin was white, her hair was dark brown, and her eyes were grayish-blue. I played with the flower on her headband, then kissed her cheek. She cooed happily, then looked at me with her grayish-blue irises. I asked Damien if he wanted to hold Becky. He nodded and held Becky. He rocked her, then kissed her cheek, which she cooed happily again. He handed her back to me. I hugged Becky, my face rubbing her face. I placed Becky in my old crib, which is her new crib, and kissed her forehead. "I hope the bed bugs won't bite." I say as Becky closes her eyes, hiding her grayish-blue irises.