Maleficent quickly sat up in bed. She placed one hand on her stomach and used the other to push herself off of the mattress. "Now, kid? It's 4 in the morning." The mistress of all evil scolded her unborn child. She wobbled her way to the door, picked up the bag she had prepared a month ago, and slowly made her way to the bathroom. Maleficent's body was shooting with pain, but she made herself climb into the bathtub and slowly set herself down. The room was always cold, hell, the whole damn castle was cold, but it felt colder than usual. Perhaps it was the fact that she was no longer wearing her nightgown or maybe, for the first time in quite a while, she was completely alone.
"Alright, just you and me, baby." Maleficent muttered to herself after she had everything ready. Several months ago, Maleficent had sent a minion out to find her a book about pregnancy and/or about childbirth. Naturally, after the minion brought her the few books that they could find, Maleficent had to kill him so the secret wouldn't come out too early. She didn't need the child's father to know that Maleficent was carrying his kid or else the baby might have ended up with an awful name like Gabby or Gaston.
Maleficent quickly pulled out a thick strap of leather and put it between her teeth. Instead of waking the entire island or just proving she could feel pain, she decided to muffle the screams she knew were coming. She glanced down at the mirror between her legs and estimated how far she had dilated; not enough. Maleficent groaned in frustration. This was definitely taking far too long. What felt like hours (maybe even days) passed by in the slowest way possible. "That's it! I'm done!" Maleficent decided mentally.
She started to push. She kept pushing, occasionally stopping to take a breather, and then continued pushing. The leather came in handy, but Maleficent felt like her yells of pain were still too loud. Another push, another push, another-
A tiny cry rang through the freezing bathroom. Maleficent slowly lifted her hands with the new weight and looked at the screeching creature. After cutting the cord, she looked at its genitalia; a girl. Maleficent had given birth to a little, baby girl. The child had a little hair, which was purple, soft pink (sorta bloody) skin, and a powerful voice. Not even on her deathbed, Maleficent would never confess to have fallen in love with her daughter. "Oh, Mal, shhh. I'm new to this mom thing, go easy on me." Maleficent said softly, tears forming in her eyes. "Little villain, it's alright." Maleficent hummed and began to rock the child. Mal began to calm down and fall asleep in her mother's arms. Maleficent spent another hour sitting in that bathtub, silently crying, and holding her newborn.