To say Lambdadelta, the Witch of Certainty, was excited would be an understatement. She was completely ecstatic as she looked down at the small infant in her arms. The cooing tot had purple/blonde hair, and looked up at his mother with bright blue eyes. Lambdadelta smiled.

"Auuu! You're so cute!"

A voice laced with coldness made its opinion.

"Could you keep it down, Lambda? I'm trying to read."

Lambdadelta allowed herself to scowl at her lover and then she smiled.

"Lovely Bernnn." she sang. "Instead of reading, you should be with our son."

Bernkastel, the Witch of Miracles, rolled her eyes. "You act as if I want to participate."

The blonde Witch pouted and then changed her expression as she turned to look back at her son.

"Don't mind Mama, my sweet. She's just being a big fat meanie, as usual."

Bernkastel merely gazed at her immature lover in complete boredom. Lambdadelta smirked anyway.

"What should we name him Bern?"

"Hmm? How about stupid? Brat? Or weakling?"

Lambdadelta scowled. "You're such a meanie, Bern!"

Her emotionless partner ignored her, and went back to her reading. Lambdadelta softened her expression and looked down at the child.

"Hmm..." She noticed her son's characteristics, and she smiled excitedly. "I've got it! Belta!"

Bernkastel had the decency to look up.

"That's right." Lambdadelta smiled warmly.

"You're our little Belta."

She hugged Belta gently and rocked him back and forth. Bernkastel scoffed.

"A combination of our names? How unoriginal."

Lambdadelta looked back and frowned. "As if you could do better!"

Bernkastel then shrugged. "I could. But I won't bother. It's better than 'super paper'."

Lambdadelta's frown deepened, until she felt Belta move around in her arms.

"Hmm?"

She saw Belta waving his tiny arms and follewed his eyes. Her eyes widened when his direction was towards Bernkastel. Lambdadelta smirked. "Ohhhhh, Bern!" Bernkastel, to her credit, didn't respond.

The Witch of Certainty's smirk widened, and she walked over to her lover and started to place Belta in her arms.

"Place the child in my arms, and I'll dip both of you in hot molten chocolate."

Lambdadelta gushed happily, and placed Belta in his second mother's arms anyway. Bernkastel slightly tensed and slowly looked down at her and Lambdadelta's offspring. Belta looked up at his mother curiously, and cooed. Bernkastel narrowed her eyes.

"Stupid naive child."

Lambdadelta frowned. "Bern-" She was cut off when Belta opened his mouth.

"Pi-pi-" Lambdadelta's eyes widened, and Bernkastel rasied a cool eyebrow.

"Pi-pi- Pipah~!"

Silence

Bernkastel's soulless eyes widened with shock, while Lambdadelta shook with happiness.

"Aaaauuu~! He said his first word!"

She took Belta from Bernkastel's arms and started to cling to him.

"So KAWAII!"

Bernkastel stared at her son in shock, and a blush crossed her face. After a few seconds, her face reverted back to her emotionless expression, but the blush remained.

"Baka offspring."

Lambdadelta didn't even respond to Bernkastel's insult, and continued to wash Belta with motherly adoration.

"So cute! Your first word!"

She rocked Belta back and forth and kissed him on the forehead. She turned to her lover. "Bern..." Bernkastel coolly stared back.

"Do not expect me to touch him. You already placed him in my arms."

Lambdadelta pouted. "Come on Bern. He's your son too. At least give him a kiss or something."

The cruelest witch of all looked down at her son. Her tail twitched with irritation and her eyes narrowed. 'Stupid, worthless... innocent, naive, precious, idiotic child.'

She slowly placed a cold hand on Belta's head and gently rubbed it. Lambadelta's eyes widened. Bernkastel then bent her head down and placed a cold but soft kiss on Belta's forehead. She retracted her head and stared in front of her. Lambdadelta looked at her in shock.

"Bern.."

The Witch of Miracles stayed silent. Suddenly she disappeared in a flurry of shadows. The Witch of Certainty's eyes widened but then softened. A soft smile formed on her face.

"My lovely Bern. You say you're the cruelest Witch. But.."

She looked down at the now sleeping Belta.

"Not even you can be this cruel. Especially to an precious creature like this."

She caressed Belta's cheek gently and placed another kiss on his forehead.

"My sweet Belta. You certaintly are our Miracle."

Miracle and Certainty