Sapphire sobbed as her mother brushed her hair off her face.
“You’re doing so well,” she cooed as Sapphire struggled with the pain of childbirth.
“I never want to do this again,” she wailed as her contractions felt they were coming one on top of the other.
“You don’t have to,” Luella patted her hand gently. “At least not for another hundred and fifty years.”
Sapphire panted through the contraction and Amethyst, looking over the midwife’s shoulder gave her a thumbs up.
“He has dark hair,” Amethyst grinned at her. “Although considering you both have black hair, it was unlikely he’d be blonde.”
Sapphire screamed at the top of her lungs as another contraction racked her. The midwife was encouraging her to use the energy towards pushing instead of screaming and Sapphire yelled at her to
