“Cecilia, control yourself. You are a bride of Christ, not a common whore,” Mother Teresa scolded, her voice sharp. Cecilia shot her a withering look, “And yet, here I am, giving birth to the devil’s child, thanks to your precious Father Sal.”
Mother Teresa’s face paled, but she quickly regained her composure. “You brought this upon yourself, Cecilia. You will suffer the consequences of your sins.”
Cecilia grunted as another contraction hit her. She squeezed the hand of the midwife, who stood on one side of the bed. “Can’t you give her something for the pain?” she asked the midwife.
The midwife shook her head. “I’m afraid not, Sister. We must let the Lord’s will be done.”
Cecilia rolled her eyes. “Of course, we must. But can’t the Lord’s will include a little less pain?”
Mother Teresa narrowed her eyes. “Cecilia, you will show respect.”
Cecilia ignored her and focused on her breathing. She felt the baby’s head crown and pushed with all her might.
The baby slipped out, slick and screaming. The midwife quickly wrapped it in a blanket and handed it to Cecilia.
Cecilia looked down at the baby, her heart swelling with love. “Hello, little one. Welcome to the world,” she whispered.
Mother Teresa approached the bed, her face softening as she looked at the baby. “May the Lord have mercy on us all,” she muttered.
Cecilia snorted. “I wouldn’t count on it. But I’ll do my best to raise this child to be a force to be reckoned with.”
Mother Teresa raised an eyebrow. “A force to be reckoned with? You should be praying for the child’s salvation.”
Cecilia shook her head. “No, I’ll teach this child to be strong, just like me. And who knows, maybe one day, they’ll even give the devil a run for his money.”
Mother Teresa sighed and left the room, leaving Cecilia and the midwife alone with the baby. Cecilia smiled down at her child, already planning their future.
“You and I are going to turn this world upside down, little one,” she whispered, brushing a finger over the baby’s soft cheek. “We’ll show them that even the devil’s spawn can rise above and make a difference.”
The midwife chuckled softly. “You always did have a fire in you, Sister Cecilia.”
Cecilia grinned. “And I’ll make sure to pass it on to my child. Now, let’s get you both cleaned up and ready to face the world.”
As the midwife set to work, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. She may have been forced into this situation, but she was determined to make the best of it. She would raise her child to be strong, independent, and unafraid to challenge authority.
And who knows, maybe one day, the devil’s child would become the devil’s advocate. It was a devilish delivery, indeed.
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