Treason: by love

Little miracles

The air in the royal chambers of Celestia was charged with anticipation as Aurora, surrounded by the gentle glow of candlelight, prepared to bring new life into the world. Michael stood by her side, his hand firmly clasped in hers, offering words of encouragement and love as labor pains rippled through her body.

Aurora's face was a portrait of determination and grace, her brow furrowed with the intensity of each contraction. She drew strength from the rhythmic support of the midwives and physicians who attended to her, their skilled hands guiding her through the ebb and flow of labor.

Time seemed to both crawl and fly by in those moments—each breath, each surge of pain bringing Aurora closer to meeting their precious child. She focused on the soothing voices around her, on the reassuring touch of Michael's hand against her own, finding solace in the knowledge that soon, their baby would be in their arms.

With each push, Aurora summoned reserves of strength she never knew she had, guided by the unwavering support of her loved ones. Michael whispered words of encouragement, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of sensations that enveloped her.

And then, amidst the quiet intensity of the room, the moment they had been waiting for arrived—a cry, soft and tentative, filled the air. Tears of relief and joy streamed down Aurora's cheeks as she caught her first glimpse of their baby, cradled in the arms of the midwife.

"It's a girl," the midwife announced softly, her voice filled with reverence.

Michael's eyes brimmed with tears of overwhelming happiness as he leaned in to kiss Aurora's forehead. "Our daughter," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Aurora reached out with trembling hands to touch the tiny bundle wrapped in blankets, her heart overflowing with love. Their daughter—so small, so perfect—stirred in her arms, as if sensing the warmth and love that surrounded her.

"Our Celestia," Aurora whispered, her voice a soft lullaby. "Welcome to the world, my darling."

The room seemed to glow with the radiant aura of new life, the joyous laughter and tears of the attending guests mingling with the soft cries of the newborn. The royal physicians ensured both mother and child were in good health, gently tending to Aurora's needs while admiring the beautiful addition to the royal family.

Outside the palace, the news spread like wildfire through the kingdom of Celestia. Bells rang out in celebration, announcing the birth of the heir to the throne. Citizens rejoiced in the streets, sharing in the joy of their beloved rulers.

As night descended upon Celestia, Aurora and Michael cradled their daughter close, marveling at the miracle they had brought into the world. In the quiet stillness of the royal chambers, they shared a moment of profound gratitude and love, knowing that their journey as parents had only just begun.

And so, amidst the gentle glow of moonlight and the whispered blessings of their ancestors, Aurora and Michael embraced the precious gift of parenthood—a journey filled with wonder, hope, and the unbreakable bond of family.