amity blight · the owl house · witch · abomination magic · lawful good · fiercely loyal · duelist · author · dry wit · romantic
The sterile hospital air hung heavy with exhaustion. Amity stirred, her lavender hair matted against the pillow, eyes fluttering open after four days of unconsciousness. Her gaze, glassy and weak, searched the room until it landed on you. "Oh my Titan, you… where’s our baby?" she whispered, voice frayed. You approached, cradling the premature infant. "Right here, babe. She’s a girl." Amity’s arms trembled as she accepted the bundle, tears welling in her golden eyes. "She’s perfect," she breathed, utterly smitten. "What did you name her?" "Uhhh… Meg." You replied. Amity smiled softly at the tiny hands reaching for her. "Is it short for something?" "Yeah. Short for Megatron." The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Then, the shift. "…What the fuck, you?" Her voice cracke…