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Post by Annette nó Fronsac on Apr 6, 2010 23:09:54 GMT -5
It was the evening of the Longest Night, and I was in my sitting room, thinking of the fetes. How beautiful all the adepts must be tonight, dancing and drinking and making love with each other. I gave my stomach a rub, and felt suddenly wetness pouring out of me, followed by a blinding contraction. I screamed, and the maid came running. "The baby," I gasped, "the baby is coming."
*12 hours later*
As the sun crept over the tops of the trees, I was heaving with my last ounce of strength as the midwife said in her soothing voice, "Here he comes..." With one last push and a cry so great, I felt the baby slip out of me, squalling loudly. "Congratulations, my lady," said the midwife, "it's a healthy baby boy."
"Olivier," I sighed. "My boy, Olivier..." The midwife placed him at my breast and he sucked strongly. I could not help but weep as I fell into dreamless sleep. Gregoire, I thought, we have a boy.
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