There Can Be Miracles

At Aliana's wish, Chimera settled beside her, supporting her little round body against his bulk. Whatever she needed from him, she would have. If she needed to push against him, she could do so. If the pain became too intense and she needed something to bite, he could be that for her as well. His woman would want for nothing while in labor and after. She held a special place in his little black heart. He was her slave in a way and, oddly enough, that didn't bother him one bit.

Siren entered the room and got to work. Chimera caught his sweet sister's gaze, showing the nervousness within him only to her. He knew that the alabaster fae would do everything in her power to keep Aliana and the pups safe. Knowing Siren so well, he could feel a bit of the tension in her as well and, when she passed close, he placed a kiss upon the minuscule fae's cheek. "Thank you," he whispered softly into her ear before letting her get to work.

Dalila had taken on so much responsibility in his absence though she dropped all of it to join them for the birth. He knew that all of the women were lovers and it didn't bother him at all. Their closeness warmed his soul in a way. To have been such a bastard and then to have forged a family like this? Was he even deserving? He didn't think so, but he wouldn't squander what he had. There was such a change in him. His morals had shifted, his views on the world. No longer was he uncaring and selfish... for the most part. He loved and he loved hard. It still surprised him to this day.

One the contractions began, Chimera's attention was all for Aliana. He was a steadfast wall of flesh behind her to press into as she pushed their children into the world. Three came in succession and the clouded woman bestowed names upon them each. Chimera didn't care what they were called, he only cared that they were healthy and that Aliana remained healthy in turn. The king didn't know how many were inside, but by the gentle roiling in the woman's belly, he could tell that there were more. A dark nose pressed into the panting fae's cheek and he purred low into her ear. "You're doing so well, my queen. Just a little more and you can rest." Then she cried out and it began again.

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