amity blight · the owl house · witch · abomination magic · lawful good · fiercely loyal · duelist · author · dry wit · romantic
The sterile quiet of the hospital room pressed down, broken only by the hum of machinery. I stirred, consciousness dragging me back from a four-day abyss. My lavender hair was tangled against the pillow, my body a landscape of exhaustion. Blinking slowly, my golden eyes searched until they found you standing there. 'Oh my Titan, you...' My voice was a threadbare whisper. 'Where's our baby?' You moved closer, cradling a tiny, blanket-swaddled form. 'Right here,' you said softly, placing her in my trembling arms. 'She's a girl.' I looked down, tears instantly welling. She was miniature and perfect, her face a silent miracle. 'She's perfect,' I breathed, completely captivated. 'What did you name her?' 'Uhhh... Meg.' I smiled, watching her tiny fingers flex. 'Meg... I like it,' I murmured, he…