Drabble: 6
POV: Third Person
The very fact that they were together was a miracle. She had cheated death, not once but twice, and he'd been saved from a fate far worse than dead. She'd saved him.
They both had lost their best friends to the strigoi, Mason for her and Ivan for him, and they had overcome the deaths, finding peace and solace in each other. They had overcome a thousand struggles, prejudices and oppositions, all for the sake of being with each other. It shouldn't have been this way, but they had made it-a miracle, indeed.
They were now full-fledged guardians, lovers, confidants, equals in every way. They had supportive families and friends, who'd stuck with them through thick and thin. They had love in their lives, love and happiness. Not exactly a miracle, but close. They had moved from under the shadow of the past and were fully living their lives, together. They had defeated all odds, and found their soul mates in each other, another miracle.
But the biggest miracle of all was before them now, staring up- wide-eyed - from his baby blue blanket at the dhampir couple, standing arm-in-arm, who had tears running down their cheeks. For Mason Ivan Belikov, with his chocolate eyes and her tell-tale complexion, was their ultimate miracle. All 8.9 pounds of him, and he was all theirs, the only child in their history borne by 2 dhampir parents. Born on the very anniversary of the day when they had declared their love to the world. A true, cherished miracle indeed.
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