Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Love Unbreakable
Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Poor Billionaire Wife: Who Is The Real Boss?
Love After Divorce
Tears Of The Moon: A Dance With Lycan Royalty
The CEO's Runaway Wife
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
24 YEARS BEFORE THE CRIMSON WAR
The labour was long and overwhelming, and with each passing diminutive, Helda's strength disappeared. The total moon, which was a source of spiritualist vitality in Chanthorn, appeared to cast a strongly and unforgiving light upon the couple. Geralt, torn between his human and werewolf instinctual, battled to stay by his wife's side, battling the internal encourage to reply the call of the moon and transform.
Dr. Larson, a prepared doctor in Chanthorn, talked with urgency as she directed the restorative group. "We got to speed up the method. We can't let her persevere this torment any longer. Plan for a C-section."
Geralt gestured, his eyes glinting with a primal encourage. "Do anything it takes to spare her and the baby."
As the therapeutic group worked resolutely, Geralt paced restlessly. "If you don't mind, rush! Helda, remain with me. You're so strong."
Helda's cries of misery filled the room, and Geralt's heart throbbed with weakness. He clenched his clench hands, feeling the monster inside him clawing at the edges of his consciousness. Finally, after what felt like an endlessness, their daughter was born, but it was a minute that came at the edge of life and passing. The room appeared to breathe out a collective breath of help as her cries filled the discuss. Helda, although depleted and debilitated, clung to awareness, her eyes filled with love and alleviation as she looked upon her infant daughter.
Geralt stooped by Helda's side, tears of help gushing down his confront. "You did it, Helda. You're amazing." Helda overseen a powerless grin. "We did it, Geralt."
A small young lady with a tuft of curly brown hair and shinning green eyes, was a confirmation to the mettle and strength of her guardians. She had arrived in this world during the most challenging of circumstances, an image of their persevering adores and the unwavering soul of Chanthorn. In the repercussions of the birth, the healing centre staff assembled around, advertising congrats and bolster. Dr. Larson talked with adoration. "You both showed strong resilience and quality today. What will her name be?"
A moment of silence fell upon the room.
“Nora...her name will be Nora. Just like her grandmother”, Helda’s tired voice said.
Geralt gestured, his eyes never clearing out his spouse and infant girl. "Thank you, Doctor. Thank you all."
And as they looked upon their precious girl, Geralt and Helda knew that Nora's birth would until the end of time be carved into the chronicles of Chanthorn's history as a confirmation to the persevering control of adore, assurance, and the enchanted strengths that formed their lives. It was no coincidence she was born on the same night as the moon goddess celebration.
After Nora's birth, Geralt and Helda were at long last able to take off the healing center and return to their cozy domestic in Chanthorn. The moon was still tall within the sky as they strolled hand in hand, their steps overwhelming with the weight of fatigue and the bliss of parenthood. As they entered their curious bungalow, Geralt made a difference Helda settle into a comfortable chair by the chimney. The warmth from the crackling fire filled the room, casting moving shadows on the walls. Helda let out a moan, supporting Nora in her arms.
"She's so lovely, Geralt. Our small miracle." Geralt grinned, his eyes filled with pride. "Yes, she is. I can't believe she's at last here."