Zita's pregnancy reached its end, and she and Eryndor anxiously awaited the arrival of their little one. The palace was filled with excitement as the king and queen prepared for the birth of their grandchild.
One morning, Zita woke up feeling a gentle flutter in her belly. She smiled at Eryndor, who was sleeping beside her. "It's time," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement.
Eryndor's eyes snapped open, and he jumped out of bed, calling for the midwives and the king. The palace erupted in a flurry of activity as Zita's labor began.
Hours later, in a room filled with love and anticipation, Zita gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Eryndor held her hand, tears of joy streaming down his face as they welcomed their son, Aiden.
The king and queen cooed over their grandchild, and the palace erupted in cheers and celebrations. Zita and Eryndor were overjoyed, their hearts filled with love for their little one.
As they cradled Aiden in their arms, Zita looked at Eryndor, her eyes shining with happiness. "We're parents," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
Eryndor smiled, his eyes locked onto hers. "We're a family," he replied, his voice filled with love.
As they sat together, basking in the joy of their new arrival, Zita knew that their love had created something truly special. She and Eryndor were meant to be, and now they had Aiden to share their love with.
The days that followed were a blur of happiness and sleepless nights, but Zita and Eryndor wouldn't have it any other way. They were lost in the wonder of parenthood, their love growing stronger with each passing day.
As they sat in their nursery, watching Aiden sleep, Zita turned to Eryndor and smiled. "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
Eryndor's eyes met hers, filled with love and adoration. "I love you too, Zita. Forever and always."