You looked at the three of them — Miya glowing with quiet joy, Liora shy but radiant, and Lukas filled with proud determination — and spoke from the heart.
"I am happy for both of you. This family is growing, and I want these children to come into a world that is safe, free, and full of possibility."
You raised your hand and gently placed it first on Miya's belly, then on Liora's.
With a soft, warm surge of your unrestricted power, you gave each pregnancy a personal blessing:
For Miya's twins (the boy and girl):
You blessed them with excellent health, strong bodies, sharp minds, and the potential to grow into kind yet powerful individuals who would never be bound by unnecessary rules.
For Liora's boy:
You blessed him with robust health, a gentle but courageous heart, and the strength to stand beside his father and cousins as a protector and leader when the time came.
The blessings were subtle but profound — the babies would develop perfectly, safely, and with bright futures ahead.
Then you continued:
"To welcome them properly, let's have a small, private family ritual tonight. Nothing grand for the public yet — just us. We'll light a lantern for each child and speak our hopes for them. When they are born, we can celebrate with the whole city."
Miya's eyes softened with emotion. She placed her hand over yours on her belly.
"I would love that, my lord."
Liora smiled shyly, tears of happiness glistening. "Thank you… that sounds beautiful."
Lukas nodded, voice thick with feeling. "A family ritual… yes. Let's do it."
That night, the four of you gathered in a quiet corner of the garden behind the longhouse.
You created three small, beautiful lanterns — one for each expected child. They floated gently in the air, glowing with soft starlight.
One by one, you each spoke your hopes:
Miya spoke for her twins: "I hope you grow strong, free, and kind. May you always know love and never be afraid to protect what matters."
Liora spoke for her son: "I hope you grow with a gentle heart but the courage to stand tall. May you find joy in this city your father and uncle helped build."
Lukas spoke with quiet resolve: "I hope you three grow up knowing you are loved and free. I will teach you strength, responsibility, and how to lead with fairness."
You spoke last, simple and sincere:
"May all three of you grow up healthy, happy, and unbound. This city, and this family, will always be your home."
The three lanterns glowed brighter for a moment, then floated upward and faded gently into the night sky — a quiet promise for the future.
Miya leaned against you, content. Liora rested her head on Lukas's shoulder. The night felt full of warmth and hope.
The next morning arrived peaceful and bright.
The city continued its steady growth. Construction moved forward. The guilds were active. The people were happy.
Miya was resting comfortably, hand on her belly. Liora was helping with light duties, glowing with quiet excitement. Lukas was already meeting with city planners