Her hand gripped his, “What took you so long?”
“Your father wanted to come with me. He and my father are downstairs waiting.”
“What the hell are they waiting for?” She was almost shrieking in her frustration at her body being out of her control once again.
He began to laugh at her. “They are waiting for the baby, love.”
She blinked in consternation, “Oh. Well, now that you are here, I can get this over with.”
“You can indeed.” He pressed a kiss on her forehead and moved behind his wife to support her as she began to push.
She was fully dilated and had been for an hour. A few hard pushes and some more cursing later and the heir to the Adonai-Avedis fortunes slid into the hands of the mid-wife as the baby took its first wailing cry. The child was wrapped and given to its mother as it was, all sticky and flushed.
Ceres looked down at her baby, then up at her mate. “He’s beautiful. Kirlus Adonai-Avedis . Our little boy.”
Tears were running down Raanan’s face as he touched the soft cheek of his son. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
* * * *
As his parents kissed and their minds shared their joy, a tiny fist waved in the air as red eyes opened in the wrinkled face. A perfect blending of Nyal and Azon genes, he would lead the empire into a new golden age.
But first he needed a clean diaper.
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in
Manitoba
, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. Her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work , beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain maille , and a few others that have been forgotten.
Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature.
A brilliant mind, with a twisted sense of humor.
“Your father wanted to come with me. He and my father are downstairs waiting.”
“What the hell are they waiting for?” She was almost shrieking in her frustration at her body being out of her control once again.
He began to laugh at her. “They are waiting for the baby, love.”
She blinked in consternation, “Oh. Well, now that you are here, I can get this over with.”
“You can indeed.” He pressed a kiss on her forehead and moved behind his wife to support her as she began to push.
She was fully dilated and had been for an hour. A few hard pushes and some more cursing later and the heir to the Adonai-Avedis fortunes slid into the hands of the mid-wife as the baby took its first wailing cry. The child was wrapped and given to its mother as it was, all sticky and flushed.
Ceres looked down at her baby, then up at her mate. “He’s beautiful. Kirlus Adonai-Avedis . Our little boy.”
Tears were running down Raanan’s face as he touched the soft cheek of his son. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
* * * *
As his parents kissed and their minds shared their joy, a tiny fist waved in the air as red eyes opened in the wrinkled face. A perfect blending of Nyal and Azon genes, he would lead the empire into a new golden age.
But first he needed a clean diaper.
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in
Manitoba
, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. Her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work , beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain maille , and a few others that have been forgotten.
Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature.
A brilliant mind, with a twisted sense of humor.
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