Lucky Witch Magic

There Is No Such Thing As Happily Ever After

Marinette's POV

The pain was unbearable. My whole body felt like an inferno, and I stank like I hadn't bathed in three days. They told me to breath and relax, but I couldn't. I could slowly feel the life in me drain away. I wanted it to end, to be over. No more pain. Everything was a blur of blond, green, and red. Someone was trying to talk to me, but all I heard was a muffled mess. A cool cloth touched my head, whipping way my sweat, but was then replaced by more. I didn't know what was going on anymore.

It was the middle of the might when I first show signs of pain, and I knew when it happened it was to early. I wasn't due for another month. Adrien's mother was with me at the time because Adrien was out trying to restore Paris to it's former glory, but I was afraid I'd lose the baby and he'd come back to me with a flat stomach and no baby.

I prayed that me and the baby would both make it, but if it came down to it, I would tell the doctors to save the baby instead of me. People would save we could always have another baby, but you haven't been through what I've had. With familiars, they had to be replaced every few years to prolong a witch's life. I tried not to make a connection between them, but always failed. They had something that always caught my attention. With Tikki, it was that she was kind and wise beyond her years. I hated it when I got a new familiar, it felt like I was replacing them. Even if I survived and my first child died, I'd never forget them.

The pain was letting up when I felt something I couldn't explain. My vision and hearing clear at the sound of a waling baby. Above me was my husband sweating as much as I was, and was looking towards the end of the bed where I lay. I wanted to rest and fall asleep, but I wanted to see and hold my baby even more.

Adrien's mother swaddled my child in a pink blanket and then laid them in my arms.

"She's totally fine."

My baby was fine. I was fine. Adrien was crying, but fine.

We were fine, and living happily ever after.

But there is no such thing as happily ever after, because you have to make it that. So let's just call it out ever after.

"Yeah." I sigh, kissing my daughter on her head. "Mylittle Emma is a Fighter."

"Emma?" Adrien asks while caressing her small head. "Our little warrior. She survived, and I thank the Gods."

I giggle slightly.

"It must be the witch blood."

The End