Even as things still started to progress with her finally giving the go-ahead for the healer to come and assist, everything seemed to move at a snail's pace. The room was too hot, the bedding was uncomfortable and itchy, the pain was becoming unbearable. And yet she was not even half way there yet?!
Apparently, most of the birth had taken longer than average. Lucky Astrid. Right now, she was a mess, the most unkempt she had ever allowed herself to get. Sweat on her brow, hair frazzled, limbs shaking. It was over, but she felt like she had just had a close call with Hell itself. But finally, finally, Soren was born.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, a small smile on her face as she heard the baby cry. Music to her ears. She felt tears starting to well up inside of her.
"It's a girl!"
Astrid's eyes snapped open at the healer's words. She stared at the ceiling, a tear trickling over her cheek. Her chest heaved as it began to set in. All of that...all of that effort for a girl...she felt sick just for thinking that way. She wanted to love and be proud of all her children...but the first born was always supposed to be a boy.
The image of Viola with her firstborn son flashed in her head. How had Viola managed to do it but not Astrid Lundstrom!? The horror began to envelop her; if Dorian was Nathan's first born son...
She needed a cigarette.