“UUUGGGHHHH!!” Tamara groans. Her face drenched with sweat contorts, visibly expressing her anguish as she contracts her muscles.
Tuskany is in the midst of chaos but that is the least of her worries for her primary concern is getting the baby OUT of her and fast!
“Push more!” orders her friend, Thilil but currently Tamara’s midwife. Thilil, a powerful witch was a newcomer in Tuscany. On her first day of arrival she joined Tamara’s coven and the two became instant friends.
“UUUGGHHHH!” Tamara utters in pain.
“HARDER, you’re not pushing hard enough!” Thilil says sternly.
“I AM but the bloody baby is too damn stubborn to come out!!” Tamara cries.
Thilil grins at her friend’s snippy remark. When she smiles she has an uncanny resemblance to Faisal former lady companion
“That’s because you are not trying hard enough. It’s not difficult! You can do it!”
After a sudden cry while she pushes, she finally retorts,“Easy for you to say! You’re not the one in labour. ARE YOU!!”
Tamara then briefly closes her eyes wishing Nicholas were by her side providing her support and comfort but instead he was on a mission heroically risking his life to save the world. Granted at this moment, she would even settle with switching places with him.
“UUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Tamara gives one last push before the arrival of their new visitor. A surge of relief flood through her. She immediately heaves a sigh of relief and closes her eyes.
Thilil cuts umbilical cord and carries the crying new born away for washing.
“AWW! He is sooo devilishly cute! And he looks so much like Nicholas!” Thilil exclaims wrapping him in a blanket.
However the new mother was too exhausted to respond. Her eyes remained closed while she quickly drifts to sleep.
“Tamara, Tamara”, Thilil says awakening Tamara from her much need slumber.
“Would you like to hold your son?”
Tamara slowly opens her eyes to a vague vision of her friend holding a reddish discoloured baby with curved leathery ram horns wrapped in a blanket. His half-opened black orb eyes looks innocently at his mother.
As Tamara’s vision clears, her eyes widen in horror at the sight of the little devilish creature that had been inside of her womb.
With a yawn, he bares his prematured pointy teeth and begins to fall asleep.
“It will soon be time for his feeding” Thilil adds.
Instinctively Tamara lets out a shriek and then passes out.