DGG: Oh my goodness! Could this be? Is this really the final chapter? It is, Lovely Readers. I feel bad that it took so long to finish this story, especially when I literally didn't have any good reason to not be working on it, but...we have finally made it through the darkness. It is here!

Thanks to those of you that stuck with me through the whole thing. You da real MVPs. Haha.

I'm also not the best artist, but I drew pictures of the baby at one point. Uh...I just have to remember where they are. But when I find them, I will post them to my tumblr page. And also probably my Deviant Art page, even though I don't really use DA anymore, but whatever. It's art. So if you were interested in seeing vaguely what the baby looks like, keep checking my other profiles. Links are in my bio!

Anyway, thank-you all for reading! And I hope everyone has a safe and happy New Year!

A week had gone by since the birth of Blonda's daughter and the poofarazzi were having a field day. By now, word had gotten out that the baby was living with Cupid, and theories about why were plastered onto the front of every tabloid magazine. There were stories about how Blonda didn't want the baby. Another idea was that the baby wasn't cute enough, so she wanted nothing to do with it. There was even one that suggested that god and fairy DNA didn't mix well together, and so the resulting baby was a horrifying amalgamation of the two. A few other ideas suggested that the baby didn't even exist, that the whole pregnancy was fabricated just to garner attention. After all, Blonda was very svelte for supposedly just having a baby – a tidbit that Blonda was excited they noticed – and they combined that fact with the other fact that the baby was still yet to be seen by the general public. No pictures had surfaced of the new little bundle. Was it all just a clever ruse put on by both Cupid and Blonda? The tabloids didn't know, but more and more of them were starting to lean toward that possibility than any other.

Blonda had dealt with negativity and disparaging remarks from the press for most of her adult life. She always held her head high amidst the rumors that circulated, but this time she couldn't bear any of it. Her days were spent hiding out in her extravagant home while her nights were spent being consoled by Juandissimo. He begged her not to read any of those headlines, yet every day she continually found new theories about herself and the baby, causing the woman to sink deeper into her pit of despair.

When he asked her why she kept reading these stories, her response was that she was just waiting to see when the attention would die down, yet he knew better. It wasn't the rumors she was truly interested in…

"Blonda, your agent is on the phone," Juandissimo spoke to her one morning. "He said the Billy Crystalball Show is willing to offer you triple what their competitors are offering for you to come and interview with them."

"I don't care," Blonda frowned as she half-heartedly applied her make-up.

Juandissimo sighed.

"She said no again…Yes, I know…I know…She knows…Okay…" he hung up the call. "Your agent is not happy."

"So?"

"Blonda," the male frowned, "are you all right?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You are just very distracted is all…"

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, for one you just applied eye liner around your lips…"

"What!" the actress checked the pencil in her hand before throwing it down and staring at her reflection with pure horror. "Oh my gosh!"

"Relax, mi amor," Juandissimo waved his wand and fixed her make-up, poofing it on perfectly.

A relieved smile crept onto her face as she checked her reflection.

"I love that you can do that."

Juandissimo smiled as he hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Blonda," he began, "you are unhappy."

"I…I don't know what you're talking about," she cast her gaze to the side.

"I think that you do."

"That's ridiculous, Juandissimo. Why would I be unhappy? I still have fame, fortune, and a killer body. What could be out there that could possibly distract me from the limelight?"

"Your little niña, perhaps?"

"What?" she shrugged the male off with a nervous laugh. "You mean the baby? That's a laugh. I'd already practically forgotten about it."

Juandissimo raised an eyebrow at that.

"You have been scouring tabloids and other news sources for days for any trace of her, Blonda. She has been the only thing on your mind as of late. You cannot honestly deny that."

Blonda rubbed her lips together.

"Yes, I can…"

"Blonda, if you honestly want to see her, then go."

"Go? To Cupid? And say what?"

"That you want to see your baby, maybe?" Juandissimo shrugged.

The female unconsciously began scratching at her arms – a stupid nervous habit she thought she had outgrown by now.

"Well…suppose that I did. Would he even let me?"

"If he does not, I will make him reconsider, mi amor," the male flexed, causing his shirt to rip, then poofed on a new one.

"Juandissimo, I just…I feel so empty," her shoulders slumped. "I've never felt like this before."

He embraced her again.

"Perhaps you should stop denying the truth then."

"The truth?" she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Blonda, you do not want to just ignore the baby. You want to be in her life. That is why you are hurting."

"I…um…"

"Blonda, por favor. I do not want to see you like this. You are not yourself. It's all because you keep trying to convince yourself that you still want nothing to do with your own daughter whilst sitting around and checking the news every three minutes for anything official about her."

Blonda sighed.

"But if I let her in, then Cupid would be there, too," the actress pointed out. "He wouldn't just disappear."

"I am aware," Juandissimo spoke with distaste. "Be that as it may, I still think you should go back for the little one."

"But I'm not the mothering type…"

"I think you are selling yourself short, Blonda. Just look at the way you are acting," a smile spread onto the male's face.

"But I told Cupid he could have her…"

"But that does not mean you cannot see her. She is half yours, after all. Just stop denying it, mi amor. You will feel better. Do not make yourself miserable just because you are choosing to be stubborn."

The female sighed as she took in his words. He had a point, she supposed. The baby was all that was on her mind.

"I don't even know her name…" Blonda slumped again.

"I'm sure you are allowed to go and find out, mi amor."

"What if he won't let me?" she pouted.

"Blonda, you are that child's mother. Demand to see her if you must. And if that still doesn't work, I will persuade him for you."

The actress remained silent as she weighed her options. She didn't want to leave Fairywood, but she also couldn't deny that she did have an overwhelming need to – oh, what was the word? – nurture? It was a foreign word to her. She had never nurtured much of anything in her life, and yet here she was wanting nothing more than to actually hold her baby in her arms. She thought back to when Wanda had her try and hold Poof and how that had been a huge bust. Wanda had said it would be different with her own baby, though. Why was it that Wanda always had to be right?

"Blonda," the buff fairy broke her from her thoughts.

"There's, um…I need to…I should…" she stammered.

"Yes?"

"I…I want to…"

"Want to what, Blonda?" he urged her.

"I want to see the baby!" she cried, causing Juandissimo to smile.

"Then go to her."

Without further hesitation, the actress took out her wand and poofed herself out of the room. Juandissimo continued to smile to himself. Perhaps now, Blonda could figure out just what she wanted. Maybe now she could finally start piecing her life back together.

"Blonda," Cupid smirked when the fairy poofed into his foyer, "I was wondering when you'd finally come here."

"You knew I'd be here?" she furrowed her brow.

"I can sense all sorts of love, Blonda. Remember? I know how you truly feel about our daughter. I've been waiting all week for you to come to your senses."

"Hmph," Blonda folded her arms over her chest.

"Come now, Blonda," he shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with admitting that you love her. Don't regress when you've made it this far."

"Shut up. I just want to see her."

"Are you sure?" the god spoke with a facetious tone. "Because I'm pretty sure that just one look will make you fall completely in love with her."

Blonda gave a flippant shrug.

"I guess that's just a risk I'll take."

Cupid smiled.

"I knew you would feel differently about it once the baby was here. I was right, wasn't I?"

"Oh my gosh! Yes! You were right!" she cried in frustration. "Wanda was right, Juandissimo was right. Every body was right, okay? Are you happy? Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yes," he chuckled.

"Okay. Well, you heard it. Can I just see my baby now?"

"Of course. She's upstairs. Follow me."

The diapered male led the blonde up the staircase, but the higher they ascended the more Blonda's stomach twisted itself into knots. She was actually going to see the baby. She was going to meet her. What would her daughter look like? Maybe she would have natural blonde hair! That would be exciting. Hopefully the baby hadn't inherited her dull hair. There was a reason she bleached it blonde. What would the baby be like? Would the baby even like her? Would the baby know how she initially wanted absolutely nothing to do with it? That she hightailed it from the hospital as fast as she could? Did babies have any concept of time? Did she know how long Blonda had been away?

The questions rattled around in her mind to the point where they were making her nervous. So much so that she actually thought that she couldn't do this and nearly poofed herself back to her home; however, the two had already arrived in Cupid's room where she spotted the crib that Big Daddy had gifted him; however, it had been re-painted pink.

"She's right there," he smiled as he motioned toward the crib.

Blonda stared at the male for a moment, her emotions still running rampant. Almost timidly, she floated toward the crib, gingerly touching the bars as she cautiously peered inside. Blonda let out an awed breath once she caught sight of the round baby nestled under the blankets. She couldn't believe it. It was really her baby!

"She's beautiful," the woman admired before blinking in surprise. "And she has a crown."

"She is half fairy," Cupid chuckled as he joined the woman.

"Yeah…"

"Do you want to hold her?"

"Yes," the actress blurted without hesitation.

Cupid reached into the crib and gently picked up his baby girl. Blonda couldn't help but notice how similar she looked to her father. She had his wings and she had a small, pink swirl on top of her head that resembled Cupid's bangs. So far it seemed the only thing she truly inherited from Blonda was her crown! But instead of being jealous, she felt oddly all right with that. It didn't matter who she resembled. She was perfect.

"Here," Cupid gently passed the baby to Blonda who cradled her protectively as if afraid she would be snatched away at any moment.

"Oh," Blonda gently bounced her. "She's so tiny."

"Mhm," Cupid smiled.

"So what did you name her?"

"Amora," he gently played with his daughter's hair.

"Really?" Blonda sneered.

"What did you expect from me? I am the god of love," the male gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Does she have a middle name?"

"Did you have something in mind?"

"Maybe."

"Let's hear it."

"Sapphire."

"Sapphire?" Cupid raised an eyebrow.

"Blue is my favorite color, Cupid!"

"Yes, but she's mostly pink!"

"So?"

"So she…" the man stopped, realizing his arguments would be futile. At least Blonda was actually here and wanting to contribute to their daughter's life. "Nothing, I guess. I suppose we can call her that."

"Amora Sapphire. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful baby."

Cupid smiled as the baby stirred in the actress' arms, yawned, and opened her large eyes.

"They're blue," Blonda smiled.

"Mhm."

"Like sapphires. So ha!"

"Okay," Cupid rolled his eyes.

Amora giggled in Blonda's arms as she snuggled into her chest.

"Oh! She likes me!" the blonde hugged her, which caused Amora to giggle even more.

"Very much so," Cupid smiled proudly. "See? This isn't so bad, is it?"

"Shut up," Blonda snapped as she happily snuggled the baby.

Amora giggled as she wriggled out of Blonda's grasp and flew back to her father.

"Hi, Sweetie," he tickled under her chin, causing her to giggle again.

"She's a giggly baby," Blonda noted.

"Very," Cupid kissed Amora on the head.

"And…you're serious? I can see her whenever I want?"

"You're her mother, Blonda. Of course you can. She can visit you and stay the night and everything."

Blonda let out a contented sigh as she watched her baby daughter zip around the room. She'd never expected to be a mother, that was for sure, but she felt she was going to like being one. All her fears and worries seemed to have melted away. The emptiness she'd felt for a week was now replaced with so much love. Amora was adorable and Blonda just couldn't ignore her anymore. Things were going to be different, but she now knew she wanted to be a mother. There was no longer any doubt in her mind.