This will be a short chapter (although most my chapters are short...)

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I had finally gotten pregnant. All my years of wishing and now I can give birth. Due to my low social standing, I could not become the legal wife of Tir, but instead had to settle for the title of mistress. I endured through the humiliation and the pain, I even endured the sadness that was brought upon me when Tir married some noble girl befitting his rank. Now I could safely give birth to my darling baby. I honestly didn't care if it would be a girl or a boy, but the baby would have the blood of myself, and my husband, and undoubtedly become my most precious treasure.

On the day of the childbirth, I felt like dying. It was difficult, very difficult. The birthing process took what seemed like ages, and the doctor feared I, nor my child, would make it. I refuse to accept. I would give birth to this child, not even if fate was against me.

It was a baby boy. When he first came out, he did not cry, nor did he even seem to breathe. I was devastated. I sobbed and cried until the midwife suddenly exclaimed he was breathing. Quickly snatching my baby away from her, I leaned in close to his small tiny body, watching his chest rise and fall in relief. Yet he still did no cry nor open his eyes. Worried, I let the nurses take him away to clean him up and wrap him in a blanket. Tir had also left the room, his face dark. Was there something wrong with my baby? I fretted throughout the night, but as dawn approached I finally let exhaustion take me and fell into a light sleep, tossing and turning in my bed.

I slept throughout the entire morning, and the moment I awoke, I rushed to the room my child was in, not even putting on proper clothing. I looked down at him and he seemed to be sleeping carefully. Soon a maid walked in, shocked when she saw me. I blushed, remembering my attire. Then my thoughts drifted back to the child. "H-how is he...?" I asked her, voice trembling.

She looked down, but not before I caught that look of pity. I fell to the ground, my knees giving out from under me. Why wouldn't my baby wake up or cry? Thoughts of confusion assaulted me and I had to be helped back to my room, Tir telling the servants sternly to stay by my side.

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I snuck away from the servants to my babies room. I had to see him; the fact he didn't wake or cry was killing me a little inside. Was he wrong in the head? I couldn't bear leaving him alone for another minute. "Please be alright my baby." I said aloud to myself as I entered the room, reaching the crib to look down at him. He stared at me curiously with big dark blue eyes filled with intelligence. I trembled a tear sliding down my face as I quickly looked away, forgetting to breath for a second.

Footsteps resounded from the hallway and I quickly wiped at my face, Tir entering the room soon after with a servant struggling to keep up with him. He shot a quick glance at me and my eyes slid to my baby boy. His eyes also turned to the crib and he walked up to it, his face grim. Seeing the child staring up at him, he lifted up the boy high over his head, studying the child for any deficiencies.

The child gurgled something in baby gibberish before giggling, his hands struggling to reach to Tir's face. I let out a sigh of relief at his normalcy and my legs turned to jelly, threatening to give in under me. Tir laughed loudly, a hint of relief in his voice. He turned to look at me, his eyes shining a bit with tears.

"What should we name the little man?" He asked, turning back around to make funny faces at our child, who giggled in turn. I had a start, realizing that I had been so worried I hadn't even named my child.

I thought for a moment before answering him. "How about Raine?" I said. Raine was the name of the Water Spirit King. I recalled my child's deep deep eyes that seemed older than him; they had been a swirling mixture of blues, the dark blues of the ocean.

"Raine it is." Tir nodded, satisfied as he looked to his firstborn with a smile.

I felt all my troubles and stress wash away as I looked at my son- our son. I thought at that moment that nothing worse could ever happen to us. Oh how wrong I would find that I would be...