for all the things my hands have held the best by far is you [birth]

Birth wasn’t what she expected, but as her lilac gaze fell on her two tiny daughters the whole world stopped. Belle almost growled and took over from Luce as she hurried to tend to the babies, but they were suddenly at her belly and more perfect than she imagined. She only had eyes for her daughters, but Hannibal made his presence known as well. She smiled up at his before leaning over to kiss her two newborns. Luce and Archon offered their praise as the latter gave an accompanying kiss. She breathed softly as Luce offered her a bit of wet moss. Deathbelle performed as she was bid as the next pup began his arrival.

Belle’s body contorted in pain as she bit down hard on the moss and leaned heavily against Archon’s huge frame. She almost missed that the first two were girls. The thought carried her through the most painful contraction thus far and with extra effort Deathbelle brought forth her son. She took in her breath in ragged gasps, her body tired from the effort. She let her head lay against Archon’s shoulder as she sipped his quiet strength. Belle allowed Luce to do what she needed without action this time. She didn’t have the energy to fight her, and she knew she wasn’t finished yet either.

After the mostly white pup two more girls followed, both dark pelted and white marked like their sisters before them. After much effort and even more exhaustion Belle knew that her litter was complete. Five beautiful, perfect babies. ”Archon, just look at them.” She said adoringly as she gazed down at their tiny forms. ”Luce, what do you think?” Were they as perfect as they looked?