Where do all stories start? Well I would say the beginning of course and that's the problem.
Which part of the story is the beginning? Does a story start when something tragic happens, or does it start when the world goes to shit.
Nobody truly knows, but the beginning is when you decide something must change, or start to take place.....
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Pov:
As I watched my son being born, I couldn't help but smile. I had struggled to get here, and this moment is worth all the suffering I had to endure.
" Honey, for such a strong man to cry, isn't it embarrassing, " my wife slowly said to me through tired gasp, as the nurses held push.
"It would be if I was a strong man, but right now I'm really weak and I want to enjoy this moment. "
My wife didn't reply as the baby heard slowly came out and I could finally see the trouble maker who's been struggling to come out.
" His a healthy bouncing boy, and there seems to be no problem," the midwife said as I tried to take a good look at the boy.
The boy come out crying, then his eyes slowly changed color and everyone in the room was shocked.
" This is quite surprising, to awaken your powers at birth is simply extraordinary, I see why you wanted to have the baby the old fashioned way, it's simply unheard of. " The midwife said as she was done cleaning the boy and my wife was being taken care of.
As I slowly thought of the implications of this, my mind started to wonder and my face regained it's cold indifference as different thoughts run through my mind.
" Honey, stop looking like your about to murder everyone in the room, it's disturbing." My wife said as my expression loosened as I looked at her.
For a woman who just gave birth, she looked fantastic and there seemed to be no problem with her whatsoever.
Her light blond hair was still, a mess but you could see the striking beauty of her oval face, large sapphire eyes, and gorgeous generous lips, as the smiled to me, melting me over for gently as I looked down. Though she was still in a medical gown, her figure was still showing. I almost intended to make another baby with, but before those thoughts could generate an actions..... The midwife spoke to us.
" The baby is strong as healthy, but we have noticed a strong mental abilities with the boy. We have no clue what they are, but it's a very strong ability." The midwife sounded concerned as she told us the news.
" Will their be any trouble of secrecy on your part, cause you know what will happen if the news of this get out to unwanted ears. " My wife slowly said as a dangerous light surfaced in her eyes.
" No need to worry about that since secrecy is the reason you come here right, I can imagine both your families could handle the child birth but you didn't use their facilities and still opted for a more natural approach. " She said as I was about to say something.....
" I don't care to know your reasons and the facility is still trying to get back up as your wife is still destructive as ever." It sounded as an insult but it wasn't.
Keeping my wife's powers in check is very taxing, and with the added labor of trying not to die from her power fluctuations made the situation even harder.
My thoughts calmed down as I saw the baby in my wife's hand. He wasn't our first but he was certainly the most troublesome.