April 25th, 1925
"Congratulations, you have a beautiful daughter," Challenger said to the new parents. Veronica took the newborn over to a basin of water and began to clean off the mess from the birth, holding the baby in a blanket with one hand and sponging her off with the other.
"Can I see her?" Marguerite asked, exhaustion beginning to overcome her tired body.
"You certainly can," Veronica said once she was done. The little girl with silvery green eyes was wrapped in a white blanket. "Here she is. She's just beautiful, Marguerite." She laid the baby in it's mothers arms.
The beautiful heiress looked down at her first born child and love beamed from her eyes. She would never have guessed that she could feel so much love for one person. "John?" Her husband stepped to her side and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Yes, my darling?"
"Look what our love has created." John smiled at Marguerite's words. Two years ago she never would have admitted that there was even love between them. But a year later she was saying her vows in front of all her friends at the Treehouse. Yes, life had been kind to them on the Plateau.
"She's as beautiful as her mother," the hunter said leaning down to kiss his wife on the forehead. Pride filled his every movement, and when he smiled at his friends they could see how utterly happy he was. "Now, what are we going to name her?"
"Do you have any suggestions?" Marguerite asked him.
"I think her name should start with an M…and maybe we can use my mother's name for her middle name. How about Margaret?"
"No, that's too close to Marguerite, I don't want her named after me. What about Morgan?"
"I think that's perfect. Morgan Elizabeth Roxton…what do you think of that little angel?" Roxton asked looking down at his daughter. She cooed, and he took that as an affirmation.
Lady Roxton smiled, "Morgan Elizabeth Roxton it is then. Would you like to hold your daughter?"
"Very much so," John said, gently taking the baby from her arms. "She's so tiny." He looked down at the little human in his arms and was overjoyed that she was finally here. "She looks so much like you, she has your eyes."
"I think she has your constitution, did you hear her crying when she entered the world. Kicking and screaming like her father."
"Not unlike her mother as well, my dear. Would you like her back for a little while before I make you rest?" Marguerite nodded and John laid Morgan back in her arms.
"Oh, my little Morgan…you are the luckiest little girl in the world. You have so many people who love you. Your father and I do, and so does Aunt Veronica, Aunt Finn, Uncle Ned and Grandpa George…and I'm sure your Grandma Roxton would love you so much if she knew you. We all love you so much, Morgan…"