Dies? The word swarmed viciously inside Hunter's mind leaving no room for any other thought. Morgan is too strong to die in childbirth, though this particular case seems to be breaking a lot of rules. We should have exterminated the risk while we had the chance! I haven't been able to really get back together with her. What if she dies thinking that I don't care? What if the time I held her as she told me she was pregnant was the last time I ever hold her? And what did I do? I pushed her away coldly. She CAN'T die.
Hunter marched back into the room where everyone crowded anxiously around Morgan. To him, she was still so beautiful, covered in sweat, hair all over the place, and delivering the child of his brother. Wait – delivering!
Hunter rushed over to the couch. Liam was back into professional mode and besides Bree, who was muttering calming words to Morgan, the room was silent as everyone held their breath.
"Waaaah!" The silence was broken by the first cry from surprisingly normal looking child that emerged. As everyone's eyes were drawn to the new arrival, Hunter noticed two figures collapse – Liam, in complete exhaustion, and Morgan, who he hoped was just resting. Running to her side, he felt for her pulse.
"Morgan!" Hunter cried, despairingly. "She's not breathing!" Upon a closer look, Hunter noticed her life force pouring out. "What's happening!"
Ciaran, who had taken his granddaughter into his arms, swallowed deeply. "It's being absorbed by the baby."
Accusing eyes fell on the child, Robbie spoke out, "She's killing her?"
"The child just needs more energy and is taking it instinctively," Ciaran said, trying to calm his panicked voice.
"What is she, a succubus!" Bree shrieked. "Can't you do something?"
Cal's voice entered the conversation, "She just needs to feed." Cal took her in his own arms and placed a hand over her chest. In awe they watched as a steady stream of white steam passed between the two.
Liadan cried softly as she watched Cal's stance become weaker. Eventually he sat down, too tired to stand any longer. When at last they saw the connection break and the baby close her eyes, Ciaran went to pick up the baby from the limp arms of Cal and passed him to Killan.
Approaching Cal's unconscious form, he sighed in relief. "He'll survive." Then turning to Morgan, he placed a hand over her temple and shot sparks of purple, jolting her body. Morgan's eyes opened sleepily, "Is it over? Thank the Goddess!"
Everyone laughed in relief. Killan brought the baby to rest in Morgan's arms and she looked into the innocent face of her daughter.
"What are you going to name her?" Bree asked, wiping the tears of fear and relief from her eyes.
Morgan gently extended her hand to clasp Hunter's. Smiling shyly up at him, she asked, "What do you think?"