The pale white woman would tend to the newborns protectively, she knew these would be the very last of her babies and she wanted to enjoy every single moment with them. They were still so small, but every one of them incredibly beautiful. The birth was more difficult than she'd expected, she hoped that she hadn't caused Novella much stress, though she would have to endure the experience no matter what. Novel would do what she could for her older daughter, but the end result was up to her. She'd push future thoughts from her mind for now, wanting only to live in that perfect moment with her still so very innocent children.
