xxix. Birth
He holds her in his hands, eyes full of awe and amazement. She seems so small to him, so fragile. His fingertip is the size of her entire hand. He smiles as she coos, falling asleep. He rocks her a bit in his arms.
After countless hours, innumerable screams, and incoherent death threats, here she was. He could hardly believe it. His eyes flitted back and forth between the two, both sleeping peacefully. The first was beautiful and strong, and the other was beautiful and frail. And he was caught in the middle. Right now, he didn't care at all.