From the brain of yours truly
Isolde bounced a small child in her arms, weeping. It was hers, she had a child. She didn't know which one was the father and she knew she'd never elect to know. She finally had a child, like she had always wanted. This little girl was all her own, she knew it as she whispered softly to it, "You are mine Amelia Mirabelle."
She had named the bundle in her arms, her arms rather weak though. Childbirth had been more pain than she would have ever anticipated, but it was worth it for this bundle of a miracle. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat and tears. She glanced over at the feral brothers, one of whom had fathered the child. She was glad she had remained with them, even if she was the black sheep. With this child she felt complete. For the third time in her life, she whispered, "Thank you."