The pain had been intense and the labor hard. Her body had never fought so hard a battle before in all the time that she'd been alive. Only the strength of her lover had kept her going, that and the tiny cry that finally echoed in the wee hours of the morning. The wail of a newborn child.
Her battle finally over, Lyn lay quietly in bed, her infant son cradled by her side. Tired eyes gazed with wonder at the child laying there, the downy fuzz of hair making the mother's heart melt. One tiny hand rested outside of the blanket that his father had wrapped him in, his fingers having reflexively grasped the material in a tiny fist. Exhausted from his first adventure and already having been fed, the little one was sleeping, his mouth open and tiny nostrils flaring with each breath.
Inside the room, Fiora gathered together the supplies that remained unused after the birth. Teran had already gathered up the items that required disposal and taken them away. Fiora disappeared out of the room, and Lyn could hear Kent speaking with her in the background. Both knight and cavalier had been traveling with young couple as they returned to the plains of Sacae, and decided to remain for a time. Throughout the pregnancy, Fiora had supported her with daily presence, and Kent had kept up a constant guard around their home.
Soft footfalls alerted Lyn of her husband's return. Teran blinked back tears as he stopped beside the bed and brushed the bangs away from his wife's face. "You're beautiful, Lyndis."
She glowed at the compliment, her eyes meeting his. "He's perfect, tiny and perfect."
Teran smiled as his gaze turned to the child. "Yes love, he is. Perfect in every way."