The Birth

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Third P.O.V

Isabelle was holding her new born godchild tightly as she was rocking in her rocking chair, humming softly to her. She was having flashbacks on what happened 2 hours ago, trying to control her shaking. Her blond, shiny, streaks of hair seemed to hypnotized the dark chocolate eyes that belonged to the brown child. Isabelle had seemed to calm down after glancing down into the child's eyes.
She sighed. " Well, I told your parents that I will protect,care, and love this child with all my life, and I planned to." She kissed her on her soft forehead.
" Well, your parents named you Blossom, so that will be your name." She thought.

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