Bella (The Wanted Child))

Chapter 1: The Divine Birth

''She was born divine, her eyes as blue as the sky, her lips as red as strawberries. She is the most enchanting child I have ever beheld, and she shall be named Bella'' Mrs Johnson said.

Bella was born on a gentle autumn morning, the air filled with a soft, golden glow. From the instant she arrived, she seemed like a blessing sent from above—a child whose beauty and grace were otherworldly. Her eyes sparkled like the blue summer sky, deep and endless, and her lips glistened like strawberries in the morning dew. She was, as her parents often said, a divine gift.

The Johnsons, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, had waited many years for this blessing. They had dreamed of having a child, someone to carry forward their love and laughter. When Bella came, it felt as though their deepest prayers had been heard and answered in the form of this enchanting child. Her arrival was marked by a hush of awe that seemed to fall over everyone who saw her, and her family knew, even in those first hours, that she was no ordinary child.

Bella's early days were filled with warmth and joy. Her mother, Elaina, doted on her endlessly, wrapping her in love that seemed to have no bounds. Her father, too, found a new sense of purpose. He would spend hours just watching her, captivated by her gentle coos and infectious smile. Her older brother, Oscar, was equally smitten. From the moment he first held her, he declared he would be her protector, her lifelong friend, and her confidant. To the Johnsons, Bella was the center of their world.

The sun cast a golden hue over the garden, where the gentle rustle of leaves and the sweet scent of blooming flowers created a serene backdrop for the afternoon. Oscar knelt in the soft grass, his heart racing as he watched his baby sister, Bella, clutch her bright yellow ball. Her little face was a picture of determination, cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Come on, Bella! You can do it!” Oscar encouraged, his voice trembling with anticipation. He had dreamed of this moment, the moment when his little sister would take her first steps. He remembered when their mother had shared the news of Bella’s arrival. He had been filled with both excitement and curiosity, wondering what it would be like to have a sister.

Bella, still unsteady on her feet, drew in a deep breath. She looked at the ball, then at Oscar, her big brother, her protector, and with a look of sheer determination, she pushed herself up. The world seemed to hold its breath as she took a shaky step forward.

“Oscar!” she called out, her voice filled with joy and surprise.

In that instant, the call rang through the house, pulling Elaina and her husband from their tasks. As they burst into the garden, time seemed to freeze. They saw Bella, arms outstretched, smiling wider than they had ever seen, taking another tentative step.

Elaina's heart surged with a mix of pride and tenderness. “Oh my goodness, look at her!” she gasped, her voice thick with emotion. She remembered the sleepless nights spent rocking Bella to sleep, the worries that came with parenting, and the overwhelming love that filled her heart as she watched her children grow.

“Go, Bella! You’re doing it!” her husband cheered, tears of joy welling in his eyes. He felt a rush of memories flood back—the moment he first held Bella, her tiny fingers wrapping around his, and the overwhelming sense of responsibility that came with being a father.

The family gathered closer, their faces beaming with love as Bella took another step, and then another. Each step she took felt like a miracle unfolding, a testament to the bond they shared.

“Mummy! Daddy! Look!” Oscar shouted, his voice a melody of pride and joy. He jumped up and down, his heart bursting as he danced around his sister, clapping his hands. In his eyes, Bella was not just his little sister; she was his best friend, and he vowed to always protect her.

In that moment, the garden transformed into a sanctuary of love. Elaina reached for her husband, their fingers intertwining as they shared a glance filled with unspoken gratitude. Together, they sang a joyful tune, their voices rising in a chorus that enveloped Bella like a warm embrace.

“Walking! Bella’s walking!” they sang, their hearts swelling with joy. As Bella took her final step, she felt the warmth of her family surrounding her, their cheers echoing in her ears. She knew, without a doubt, that she was loved, cherished, and safe. In the midst of the celebration, she beamed at Oscar, who was her biggest fan and protector, and in that moment, the world felt big and bright, full of endless possibilities.