The birthing chamber was quiet now. The chaos that had consumed it for a full day had finally passed. Everyone else had left the room, aware that this moment belonged to the new parents to bond with their baby.
Circe rested against a pile of pillows, exhaustion lingering in every muscle of her body. She still felt drained to her very bones. Yet despite her fatigue, she had found herself unable to sleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, she ended up opening them again moments later to look at the small bundle nestled against her chest.
Their son.
Even now, hours after his birth, the reality of it felt almost impossible to comprehend.
She glanced down at his sleeping face and felt the same bewilderment she had experienced since the moment he had entered the world. He was so perfect. His tiny fingers curled loosely against the blanket while his chest rose and fell with soft, steady breaths.
