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Everyone helped her get settled in her hospital bed in her room, going at her pace. |
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Sera laid down in the hospital bed, glad to be off her aching feet |
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Finn stayed by her side, holding her hand, his hands glowing blue as he used his magic to take away any pain he could. |
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After hours of contractions, and pushing, Sera gave birth to their child. The nurses quickly took the baby to clean up. They helped Sera clean up too before bringing their crying baby. "Congradulations! It's a girl" the nurse says, handing their daughter over to Sera, who was crying happy tears |
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Finn stayed by her side the whole time, holding her hand, his hands glowing blue, using his magic to make her as comfortable as he could. When they handed over their daughter, Finn was crying happy tears, gazing down at their baby. He smiled, kissing Seras head. "You did so well, sunshine," he whispered. |
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Sera leaned into him, exhausted but overwhelmed with love, her eyes misting as she looked at the tiny bundle in her arms. Their daughter’s soft cries filled the room, and Sera reached out, brushing her fingertip gently over the baby’s cheek. “She’s perfect,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Her gaze shifted to Finn, her chest tightening at the sight of his tears. “We did it, Finn… she’s really here.” She nestled closer to him, laying her head against his shoulder while keeping her arms securly around their daughter. “I’ve never been so happy in my whole life,” she admitted softly, her heart bursting with love for both of them. |
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Finn smiled down at their baby girl. "Me neither..." he whispered. |
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Sera holds little baby girl close to her chest, allowing her to eat. "there, there, Violet" she says as baby Violet calms down. "She's perfect" she comments softly. After Violet finished feeding Sera looks up at Finn. "Babe, would you like to hold her?" she asks |
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Finn smiled and nodded, taking his child. God she was perfect. He loved this little baby with his whole heart, she was everything. He held her like she was the precious little baby she was, holding her gentle and close. |
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Sera couldn’t tear her eyes away from them—her husband cradling their newborn like she was spun from glass. The love on Finn’s face was so raw it made her chest ache. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
