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"Mother Night, that hurts," Surreal gritted out between clenched teeth. Women did not do this every day. It was impossible to think that anyone went through this much pain for something that was supposed to be a joyous event.

Of course, said joyous event was weeks early, which had to mean it wasn't even the actual pain she would have later. She squeezed her eyes shut, fingernails biting into her palm until she drew blood, trying to deflect the pain from her abdomen and the tightening there. She had held off her moontime before, and knew how horrid it would be the month she let it come, and somehow she had expected it to be like that, not this.

She had fought. She had been beaten. She had been raped. And, possibly, if she really cast her memory back to the latter she would admit that pain was far worse than this, but that wasn't somewhere she liked for her memory to go, and so right now she clung tightly to the thought that this was possibly the worst pain she had ever felt. Making it worse was that laced over the pain was fear, cold and clutching at her in a way nothing had since possibly that night at Briarwood.

It was too soon. She didn't know nearly enough about babies and how they were supposed to come, but Morghann had said not until the beginning of March, at least, possibly the middle of the month, and it was not anywhere near that yet.

Another contraction clutched at her, and she felt tears seep out from under her squeezed tight eyelids.

Scared, and hoping he could somehow stop this betrayal of her body of her and the baby it carried, she sent for Samael, and then she did something else she never thought she would do.

She prayed.

Date: 2007-02-01 11:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fireofspirit.livejournal.com
Morghann leaned over to check again. "Not yet, but soon." Small, encouraging smile. "Very soon."

Sam was thinking that it was a damn good thing he wasn't human, nor subject to human injury.

Date: 2007-02-01 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com
Surreal growled, trying very hard not to push, to remember how to breathe properly.

"I don't think this is going to work," she said, slightly panicking. "There's no way this is going to work."

Date: 2007-02-01 11:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fireofspirit.livejournal.com
"You're doing fine, Surreal..." Morghann told her. "You're almost there." Her Jewels were out again, though she didn't seem to be worried.

Date: 2007-02-02 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com
Surreal just whimpered, turning her head to bury it in Sam's chest.

Date: 2007-02-02 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fireofspirit.livejournal.com
Minute by excruciating minute. It took a little while longer for Morghann to say it, but finally.

"Now! Now you can push..."

Date: 2007-02-02 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com
Surreal pushed with everything she had in her, not caring if she nearly broke Sam's fingers in the process. She was fairly certain nothing as big as a child was going to come out of her, but she was going to try.

Date: 2007-02-02 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fireofspirit.livejournal.com
She nearly did, too. Thank god, again, he wasn't human.

Morghann made all the usual encouraging noises, knowing that 'its over' was probably what Surreal really wanted to hear right now. Also knowing that it would be several more very long moments before it was over.

And then, suddenly, in a rush of fluid and sticky, it was.

Date: 2007-02-02 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com
Surreal cried out softly, collapsing back on the pillows in relief.

Date: 2007-02-02 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fireofspirit.livejournal.com
"Samael..." Morghann smiled. She loved this part. Julianna assisted with the cord and the blanket. They sponged the child's mouth and nose clear, much to the girl's loud objections. "Surreal."

"Meet your daughter."

Date: 2007-02-02 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] birthrightgreen.livejournal.com
The cries were a relief, a great relief. She sounded healthy, strong. Surreal smiled weakly, head a little spinning as she looked at her.

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