Leah - Capital city Arcada, Empire of Haltia, palace, bedroom -

It was late in the afternoon when her eyes slowly fluttered open. She was completely alone in the room; no surprise there as she had yelled at everyone the night before to get out. That is, until she passed out of course. She was lying in a bed with silk blankets, though thick and warm that sent a chill up her spine when she tried to move. Her mind played over the events that had happened the night before as her eyes fell back closed.

The pain, the horrible pain that ripped through her. The many people that were rushing around the room, holding towels and blankets. One woman was at her head to her right, one at her feet while two others were holding her legs apart. They were all wearing short white dresses, nurses. The woman at her head smelled of lilies. Her hair was red and curled outwards at the ends. She held a pale yellow cloth and was dabbing her forehead. All of them were yelling one simple word to her at the same time: push. Her breathing was off, her hands clutching the blankets underneath her as she burned between her legs. Then everything grew fuzzy, and then black. It had to have been only a few minutes later when she had awoken, but the next thing she knew she was holding a small, fragile form wrapped in a blanket, a little boy. She did not remember anything after that beside the child being taken away from her after uttering the name it would be. Damien.

Her eyes slowly opened, she had not remembered seeing Aaron in there, only a bunch of women. Then again, she had not been too focused on who was in there and only getting the child out of her. Taking a deep breath, she turned her head against the pillow to see a child's crib a few feet from the bed. It was wooden, glossy, with a pale blue blanket inside. It was a struggle, but she managed to get up from the bed. The sheets were absolutely clean from all blood and other fluids, as was her form and her nightgown. They must have changed everything, and washed her off as well as the child. Moving over very slowly, for she was still very weak, she got to the side of the crib and looked down. Her right hand reached over, thumb brushing across the baby's left cheek. In an instant, the child's eyes opened and gave her a look that made her want to cry. He had Aaron's eyes.

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All that I'm after is a life full of laughter.