Breathe
The little girl was born. Althalus held her with crying eyes.
She was not breathing.
'How is she?' came Emmy's tiered voice.
'She… She is not breathing.' He told his wife, looking at her.
Emmy just stared. Their first child was still born. Why! She was the goddess of fertility for crying out loud!
'Can I hold her?' asked Emmy.
'Of course,' came Althalus' reply.
'Breathe, dear girl, Breathe for me!' She cried.