âOkay, cherie, youâre almost there! Just a few more!â
Mariah could hardly hear her grandpapa over the ripping, burning pain, her hands gripping the sweat-soaked bedsheets as her bare chest heaved, the air feeling like a life preserver and acid at the same time.
The vampiress lay in one of the many fancy Pointe Du Lac beds, her papa Lestat at her end to catch the little one inside of her, and her mamas on both sides of her, being her rocks as she let out screams of pain.
She had already had strange feelings about the child inside of her, and how she and the childâs sire had left off didnât help. She didnât blame it of course, but she was terrified- would it remind her of HIM? Would it end up like him no matter how she tried? Every kick and movement had felt like a blessing and a curse, a reminder of the sweet one inside her, and what it could become- and the pain of this birth was not helping.
A contraction knocked Mariah out of her thoughts as she let out a groan and began pushing once more.Â
âOh! The headâs here! Just one more cherie, push with all your might!â âCome on honey, youâre almost there!â
The words of encouragement from her grandpapa and mama Bonny hit and with a grab of her mothersâ hands and crushing squeeze, Mariah let out a scream as she gave her all into the last push-
And a loud wail filled the air.
âITâS A BOY!â
The vampiress collapsed against the satin pillows behind her, exhausted but relieved that it was overâŚ
And curious.Â
She peeked through her eyelashes as she heard her grandfather and mother coo over the squealing infant, wiping off some of the afterbirth and cutting his cord. All she saw of hin was a shiny blue- what was that?
Her eyes fluttered open in shock as the infant was then laid upon her chest.
He was cold, freezing, like a tiny popsicle right ot of the freezer⌠But this didnât seem to bother him, because the moment the babe was laid upon her, he quieted.
Maria peered down at the little one and justâŚ. Stared in awe.
He wasnât a snowperson like his father, but he wasnât quite frostbitten either. His skin was white as snow, and soft to the touch. He was tiny too, was this little one really the one that had sent such powerful kicks throughout her body?
Clearly, because she noticed his limbs. They werenât snow- they were ice crystal shards of hands and feet! One of her fingers gently touched one of them out of curiosity and admiration- they were smooth and sharp.
His hair was a light brunette, in adorable little tufts, and his faceâŚ. His eyes had dark circles, darker than hers or any sheâd seen, and a little cute nose similar to her own, and a mouth full of sharp fangs that could rip through anything with ease.Â
He wasnât your average newborn, but he was hers. He did have similar things with his father but they werenât exact. AndâŚ., who was to say heâd end up any cruel like his father or his family because of that? You inherit your parentsâ looks, not personality.Â
And as this tiny one nestled against her bosom, his mother just placed her hands upon him and held him closer.Â
He was perfect. How dare she think such a precious child would automatically be like him? How dare she think anything about this little prince?
With just one look, this baby had taken over her very soul, and it would forever be his.
And as she felt tears well up in her eyes as she held her son close, Mariah cooed to him.
âHi Charlie. Welcome home.â
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The birth of Charles Lee Ray III or Charlie! He is the son of Mariah and FrostCorpsClub 's character Justin, who broke up because of Justin's toxicity and cheating.
Justin has no idea she's been pregnant or that he has a son with her until later.
Meanwhile Mariah loves her new son with all her heart
Mariah is the daughter of Bonny Ray and Angelique Pointe Du Lac and is the grandaughter of Chucky and Tiffany and Louis Pointe Du Lac and Lestat De Lioncourt
