Evaline:
The last twenty-four hours of my life had been nothing short of a whirlwind. One moment, I was tumbling down the stairs, terrified for both myself and the little life inside me. The next, I was drowning in the most agonizing pain I had ever known. And then finally… he was here. My baby.
Now, as I lay propped up against the hospital bed, my eyes fixed on the tiny figure wriggling beside me, everything felt surreal. He was real. He was here. Mine.
His little hands were balled into fists, opening and closing as though testing the air. His nose was small, perfectly shaped, and his cheeks looked so soft and chubby I couldn't resist brushing them with my fingertips. He had the same silver hair as me - fine and silky. His skin was pale, delicate, almost translucent, as though the world hadn't yet fully painted him.
Every breath he took felt like a miracle.
Without a doubt, I knew he's the best gift the Moon Goddess had ever given me.
