Miracle
December 25, 1914
The early morning sun shone in through the window, its rays tickling the child's little button nose. They light only served to enhance the happy glow on Cora's cheeks as she traced a gentle finger over the baby's features. Every now and then, she glanced up to the doctor and her lady's maid by the washbasin.
Hearing the door open, she tore her gaze away from the baby in her arms to see her husband entering the room, his face completely aglow with happiness. Without paying any mind to Dr. Clarkson and O'Brien still by the washbasin, he moved directly to his wife lying in the bed. A gentle kiss was pressed to Cora's forehead as he sat beside her before his hand gently ran over the small amount of dark hair on his son's head.
Son. His son. The son who had been very hard to come by, and the son they had nearly lost shortly after discovering his conception.
Letting out a happy laugh, he pressed the gentlest of kisses to the boy's head. When Cora had awoken him just before midnight the night before, he had been beyond worry. It was too early, and yet their son was perfectly healthy…he was more than perfect.
"Our perfect boy," Robert whispered, looking up to his wife who was smiling down at him.
It was only then that he heard a tiny cry, but not from the boy in his wife's arms…it was from the corner of the room. He looked up at her again in confusion and then moved his gaze to Dr. Clarkson. The man's back was no longer turned to them and he now saw in his arms another baby, this one smaller than the boy. His eyes widened and he moved his gaze back to Cora—his beautiful Cora who had just given him not one, but two more children.
"Two?" he whispered, a slow smile now growing on his lips as he watched his wife nod and then let out the tiniest of laughs.
Shaking his head, another laugh fell from his lips and he covered her lips with his own in a soft kiss. Pulling away, he looked up to Dr. Clarkson as the baby girl was gently placed in his arms.
A son and a daughter. He didn't think he had ever been happier in his life than he was at that very moment.
"I don't think anything could compete with the gift you just gave me, my love," Robert told his wife with a smile, kissing the little girl's head as she settled into his arms and let out a shaky breath. "You have given me two little miracles."
A/N: I know this is very brief, but I figured something short and sweet was appropriate for this. I apologise for the amount of time between my updates; university has been very busy. I think I'm going to try getting up another chapter sometime soon, hopefully longer this time. In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this!
The prompt for this was: an unexpected gift.