(From Blue's Perspective)
When I opened my eyes, my body still felt weak. A lot weaker than before actually. I had used too much of my power, especially when my body was still recovering. The fact that I had fought a freaking war right after giving birth was still surprising even to me. But, I, in fact, did just that. It was a story my son would have to hear a lot, growing up.
Ah, was he not hungry? I had fed him quite a long time ago.
I tried to get up and ask Ruby to bring him here.
And what about Dem? I was pretty sure he had talked to me, he had been awake. Did I imagine it?
"Slow down, my love. Don't get up."
I looked beside me. He was there. My so precious husband had been there, sitting on the bed, right beside me. He was holding Dion in his arms.
"… I am not dreaming. Tell me I am not dreaming," I said. My voice was shaking. Hell, I was shaking.
