Aria didn't know what had happened to her babies. She was too tired and closed her eyes for a while. She could hear her son crying and laughing, signaling that both were healthy.
"Let me carry him."
Aria heard Lyod say to someone and was curious about her babies. She opened her eyes to see Lyod holding the babies.
The one with black hair in his right hand, while the one with white hair in his left hand.
"How are they?" asked Aria weakly because her body was still weak.
She had heard that childbirth was excruciating and strenuous. But she never thought it would hurt more than she thought.
Plus, Aria felt that something of her had been forcibly taken away by her two children. Be it strength, essence, and her lifespan; it felt like her sons took them away. But nothing matters as long as both are well.
"They're beautiful," Lyod replied as he knelt to lower the two newborns so Aria could see them.
