Kahlan Amnell (
mother_confessor) wrote2013-08-10 04:33 pm
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forward dated to august 19
Having a baby, it seemed, was long and thankless work. Kahlan hadn't exactly been prepared for the pain of labor but having endured other pain in her life, she endured that with as much grace as she could manage. Besides, in the end, she was rewarded with a beautiful daughter with dark hair and what looked to be big, dark eyes.
Richard had been there the entire time, even though Kahlan was certain she'd said some unspeakable things during the worst part of it, and she was finally feeling well enough to have visitors come in to see both her and the newborn.
"Well, little Cara, are you ready to receive an audience? Everyone's been waiting to see you."
Richard had been there the entire time, even though Kahlan was certain she'd said some unspeakable things during the worst part of it, and she was finally feeling well enough to have visitors come in to see both her and the newborn.
"Well, little Cara, are you ready to receive an audience? Everyone's been waiting to see you."
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This, baby, though is different. Her mother has become very dear to Aphrodite, and on top of that, Kahlan has named the baby after her, which is totally bitchin'. Sure, it's her middle name, but that's fine with Aphrodite. She wouldn't really want someone else on the island who went by the same name. And she likes Cara; it's very pretty.
Once she's sent for, Aphrodite comes in a hurry, eager to see that both mother and baby are doing fine. She walks in and immediately lets out a coo, though hushed in case the baby's asleep.
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"How are we feeling today?" I had flowers and a couple of books and magazines in a bag for her if she wanted.
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"She looks like you," Richard declared, gently stroking a fingertip over Cara's little eyebrows. It was most likely untrue, as Cara was a newborn baby and currently looked very red and wrinkled and slightly grumpy, but Richard was looking at her through the fog of New Fatherhood.
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"Hullo," he said, almost nervously from the door.
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