Peony Gives Birth
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Getting her bearing in her grandfathers palace deep under the pressure of the sea was short lived for Peony when labor pains started. She didnt want to cry, or call out, she had a firm concept of being strong and handling it all without alarming anyone. But that as a short lived notion. When breathing alone couldnt calm the sharp throbs of pain she screamed out for her mother, her cries drawing Philip to her room who went to get the others. 

She spent hours, squeezing her mothers hand, and cursing every single painful breath she had to shudder without the support who should have really been there. But her family didn’t leave her alone for an instant. She moaned out pains, and struggled with pushing with her mother was by her side, her brothers close by. Her grandfather had a healer called right away and his wife sat on Peonys other side so she wasnt left without hands to squeeze. After she would feel badly for the pain she was sure she caused them as she strained through but just then it was what grounded her in the actions. She screamed and squeezed and cried, there was curses and plea's for help as she struggled on. 

And then, when she was positive she wouldn’t be able to do it anymore, consigned to be a failure she gave one final push and intense relief was completely eclipsed by the sound of watery cries. The baby, an abstract idea for her till now was cleaned up and laid on her chest, inspiring a new very fresh onslaught of tears for Peony. She was helped to settle, both mother and daughter cleaned and comfortable, for some bonding time alone. Curled on her side, facing a tiny face relaxed in sleep she smiled, for the first time since leaving New York alone and dejected she felt a bubble of hope, a small sliver of happiness. She would ensure this little bundle never knew a moments worry, no pain, nothing bad would touch her because Peony would protect her from it all. “My little Anahí. Everything will be perfect for us from here on out.”

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