Heartbeat

I awoke with only one thing on my mind, making it through the day without impending sadness. I wasn’t entirely successful, but there was an undying bright moment that saw me through, listening to the heartbeat of my daughter.

It had become habit with each appointment of reading or whereabouts that I left such information at the desk of the inn, so that Lucian would always know in which direction I was headed. Perhaps it was the words Physician’s tent that set his feet in chosen path, he entering shortly after my reading with the woman in green.

Instead of compensation in coin I had opted for another form of payment, one that father and I would both benefit from. I had asked to hear the heartbeat of my unborn daughter, or rather, I had asked for us both to hear the heartbeat, quiet assurances that all was well, something I believe we both needed confirmation on.

The magical moment of hearing new life passed all too quickly, but we were both rewarded with the reassurance that the heartbeat was strong and healthy with no pending complications.

I love this child, as I have since the moment of realized conception. I want only the best for her, a perfect life filled with laughter and joy. She will not be like me, or Charm, or those that will follow the line of descendants doomed to see the fleeting images of what future holds.

And I am so thankful for that.