Arkarian.
It's finally here. The day I get to meet my little girl. I'm all nerves, pacing backwards and forwards wringing my hands, while Isabel sits looking totally relaxed. The others are on their way – she's having the baby here at home. She requested Neriah, so Matt is coming too, along with Ethan. I was confused at the last part, but then she shrugged and said "well, he delivered you." Oh yes, that fateful mission.
"Arkarian?" She says, her eyes following me backwards and forwards as I pace.
I turn to her with a smile. "I don't know why I'm so nervous! Are you sure you feel ok? You're comfortable? Not too much pain?" I move over to her and rest my hand on the side of her face. She grabs my hands and pulls me down to my knees in front of her.
"I'm fine, Arkarian. The contractions are not too close, and the pain is okay." She squeezes my hands and presses a quick kiss to my lips.
It is does go fine. Isabel's healing abilities mean that the birth is quick and easy – she can manipulate her own body to a degree. She rests for a while immediately after. Neriah has cleaned up the baby and wrapped her in cloths, and then turns and hands her to me. I take her in my arms and look down at her, completely in awe of the amazing little creature before me. She starts to cry, and then opens her eyes, and they lock with mine. She immediately stops crying and makes a gurgling noise. Her eyes amaze me. They are the same as mine used to be when I was younger, but I see flashes of violet in there, too.
"How is she?" Isabel's voice calls out to me and I turn to her, smiling, and pass the baby to her. I smooth Isabel's hair down and press a kiss to her forehead.
"She is perfect, Isabel. Just like her mother."
In the corner, Neriah clasps her hands together and looks over at Matt and Ethan, who are hanging back, mouthing something along the lines of 'how sweet!' I gesture them to come over.
"Do you have a name for her?" Ethan asks. Isabel nods at me and I turn to him.
"We wanted to ask your permission for that, Ethan. We would like to name her Rochelle, if you would allow it." His face is shocked for a second, and then breaks into a grin.
"That's great, Arkarian. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He looks at Isabel and they grin at each other. Matt comes close then, and Isabel holds Rochelle out to him. He takes the baby in his arms, and looks down into her eyes. I'm startled for a moment, feeling a shock of power coursing between them, but it fades as quickly as it appears. He hands her back to her mother, who gets on with feeding her.
"What was that?" I ask curiously.
"I had planned to make my gift to you that of agelessness for your child, which I would present to her before her 18th birthday." He starts, and my eyes widen. He must have been thinking about this for a while! "However, she's sort of scuppered my plans. You see, little Rochelle has been born with agelessness as her own power. She must have inherited it from you guys. I'll have to think of a better present for my little neice."
Neriah grips his arm, and everyone is all smiles as we watch Isabel and little Rochelle. I have never been happier than I am in this moment. My little family, all together. What a perfect life.
Author's note – I feel that it is important for me to say that this story was written all at once, finishing it at 4am. cue maniac laughter...
Once I've recovered and feel sane again, I plan on writing an epilogue (as well as fixing any mistakes in the main story – feel free to point anything out!)
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