wis·dom
/ˈwizdəm/
noun
the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.
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"We can't learn without pain." - Aristotle
England, 1927, 1931, 1943
Thunders illuminated the night.
The wailing cries of a woman in pain echoed in the entire Kirke mansion, grunts of pain and heavy steps of a worried Garrett Olmore. Rain poured hard in the windows, the sky wailing with its tears reaching the soil.
When the screams of pain suddenly stopped and were replaced by a gentle crying, the man barged inside the room, deciding he wouldn't wait any longer. Lianna Kirke had marks of fresh tears on her face, but he knew she didn't care. Their infant child rested on her arms, crying gently with a pink blanket wrapped around her.
He kneeled by her side, resting his head on his wife's shoulder. She slowly stopped crying, cooing with curiosity with her fingers in her little mouth. Outside, another lighting struck, illuminating the room in white for mere seconds.
"She's beautiful," Garrett whispered, running his thick hand gently across her forehead.
Daughter. It sounded so unreal to him, despite having prepared for this moment for over nine months. But he knew his daughter would grow strong, a powerful woman who would conquer everything and anything that came in her path.
"Well, she still looks like a knee to me," Lianna said semi-jokingly, a devilish smirk spreading on her face.
Her husband looked at her with a grin and a raised brow, gently nudging his wife. The little girl cooed again, trying to reach her arm up, as if she wanted to reach the sky. And Lianna knew she would, one day.
Everything was peaceful. The doctors were talking with Lianna's father, Digory, but the couple didn't care. It was their little bubble, their new family, that would last forever.
Another lighting struck, and Lianna screamed. Her body seemed to be shooting up in flames, like her womb would burst. She hurried and handed their little daughter to her husband, the doctors hurrying to see what was causing so much pain in poor Lianna.
"Another one!" Exclaimed the first doctor. "Another child is coming!"
Garrett placed his little girl in Hillary Kirke's gentle arms. She and her father, Digory, left the room, leaving it to the doctors and the couple.
They hadn't expected twins; they had planned a single room, which was decorated with beige walls and a white crib, toys already lined up for their daughter to grow with; elephant plushies, stuffed giraffes, little dolls.
But, whatever came down, even if Lianna would have four, five, six babies, Garrett didn't care. He would be there for his wife and his family, because they were the most important thing in the world.
Lianna screamed, the doctors telling her to push. Her nails craved Garrett's open palm, which resisted the pain. If he thought it hurt to have his wife's nails craving in his skin, he couldn't even imagine what was the pain of labour like.
