A scream broke that cold, thinning silence. A woman laid, legs spread, and in terrible pain. She was birthing her first child, and she couldn't take it. The pain of bearing that life, was tearing her inside and out. Pale white hands gripped at the bed sheats, the womans nail managing to rip small holes.
Bright blue eyes snapped shut as another scream escaped the womans mouth. The man that stood next to her, gently stroked the womans hair, churring at her. Even seeing his wife in pain, he remained calm. His curly, black hair had been pulled back into a high ponytail, making his hair stop at his mid-calfs.
Hearing her husband churr, made the woman a tad calmer, and with one final scream, she had given birth to her first child. A nice healthy baby girl. The nurse that had been by her side the whole time, quickly sniped the cord that had connect the two, and hurried off to get the baby cleaned.
The mother lay, legs dropping to the bed, tired as hell. Her husband simply leaned over and gently placed a kiss upon his wifes lips.
Within a few minutes, the nurse returned. The child was in her arms, fast asleep. Odd for a child, but then again, the parents themselves weren't normal. Holding her arms up with all of her strength, the mother took her child in her arms, and held her close. Blue eyes watching the child.
The nurse only simply watched her, and gave a smile. "Congrads Mr. and Mrs. Rousseau. What's her name?" Mrs. Rousseau only nuzzled her child, mutter one word. "Anna." Mr. Rousseau only smiled, giving a small glimpse of his beautiful white fangs, repeating his wife.
With that, the man turned on his heels, and headed out of the bedroom. He had bussiness that he had to return to, and Mrs. Rousseau had to be cleaned up. |