1Reyah opened her eyes, the effect of the powerful herbs she had been given to chew on having worn off. She blinked a few times then sat up, instantly noticing the dramatic reduction of weight around her stomach. "Gaara?" she muttered ponderously, looking around.
Her husband leaned forward and kissed her first thing. "I'm here, my Reyah."
Her uncle came into the room, holding a giggling little bundle. He smiled and knelt next to her bed, holding it out to her. "It's a girl. The first thing she did when she came out was laugh and snap at me. She has three sharp little teeth!"
Reyah took the little creature, smiling and laughing as it recognized her and cooed enthusiastically. "Hello! Hello my little friend-- my daughter. Isn't she beautiful?" She looked up at her husband, beaming. "Look, Gaara. This is your daughter."
The red head looked as though he didn't know what to do when the squirming bundle was offered to him. He took it into his arms, looking down at the creature with more affection he had ever felt for a living thing. A long smile spread across his face as he teased her with his finger, touching her nose and talking to her softly. "My little girl! You have a fighting spirit to you. I'm proud to be your father." He looked up and offered her back to his wife, noticing the possessive color in her eyes.
Reyah took and bounced the little giggling girl gently, smiling at it fondly. "I wonder what to name you? Gaara, help me." She stroked the little ones head softly, impressed with the dark, reddish hair and the deep brown eyes.
It blinked at her, tilting its head to one side and staring for a long time. Reyahs eyes widened when the eyes lightened a little bit, going a green color. Even Gaara leaned forward a little more to watch as the eyes slowly changed shades.
Her husband laughed, a beautiful sound. "She has your eyes, Reyah!"
Reyah stroked the top of the bundle gently. "And her father's hair. Either it will darken to my color, lighten to yours, or stay right in between as it is."
Gaara angled his head to look at the tired face of his wife. "And her name shall be . . .?"
Reyah bounced the giggling bundle thoughtfully. "How about Isako? It means, 'this sand child.' She is definitely a child of the sand." She leaned forward and kissed her husband again.
Gaara withdrew and smiled at her, reaching down to stroke his tiny daughter's hair. "Isako is perfect. Welcome to Sunagakure, our little Isako!"