Reincarnation

Preface

He yawned. This was boring. It was much better to go back to sleep. Could he go back to the dark place? No. He couldn't. He was already outside, hence there was no going back.

He felt his body being wrapped in a soft cloth. Protecting his body from the bitter cold that touched his skin. The world around him shifted 'till he felt that the hands that now held him were smaller and gentler, and he could see a woman that looked at him with pride shimmering in her eyes, possibly because of the threatening tears.

Again he had yawned, this time closing his eyes. Now he's really gonna return to sleep. The outside world disappointed his expectations that it bored him to the point that he would rather remain asleep forever. Unless, someone woke him up to fill the void that broke him.

A soft gentle hand brushed over his forehead, startling him for a bit. But it didn't prevent him to succumb to sleep.

"Meruem" that was what he heard before everything went blank.

Pain. Unbearable pain.

That was all there is.

It rippled throughout her body, from her core to the tips of her feet. Her loud screams echoed and filled the room, squeezing the hand she held. Not bloody caring if it was her husband's hand and if it was at the brink of loosing it's blood circulation caused by the deathly grip she had on it.

"Seyla, Love. Just calm down" her husband murmured through gritted teeth. Obviously enduring the pain inflicted on his hand.

Another wave of pain shot through her. This time she howled in pain.

Calm down? The heck?! How could she calm down in this situation?

"Seyla, just breathe dear!" they all said. Who? The people around her, who were supposed to help her get her daughter out into this world. But no! Instead they just stood there, cheering for her. As if that would help.

"Shut up!" she snapped at them. She was about to give another smart remark when she felt another wave of pain from the contraction coming from her bloated stomach.

Whoever said that giving birth was easy? Screw them! This was not easy! Why don't they try bringing a person inside their body for nine months and push it out after, then say that it was easy.

No! The pain was unbearable beyond words! Never again would she let her husband touch her again, no matter how pleasurable it may be.

She screamed again, pushing at the same time. But the child didn't budge inside her.

Oh holy Gods!

She wasn't going to make it. She felt tired already, almost to the brink where she wanted to faint. This time, it was her hand that was squeezed.

"Seyla, you have to push Love. Please." her husband whispered to her, taking her full attention.

"I- I ca-" she tried to say but he shushed her. Nodding with determination, she forced herself to push one last time. Ignoring the pain and summoning all of her remaining strength, she tried to keep in mind why was she in this situation. To finally bring her daughter in the world. To finally hold her child in her arms and watch her grow.

Breathing in slow deep breaths. She pushed.

Her groans were overpowered by the loud wail that filled the room. Coming from one tiny infant covered in blood. She raised her head, looking at her newborn daughter being wrapped in a baby pink blanket.

Her heart swelled with joy, tears pooled her eyes before they finally trickled down her face. She could barely notice how her husband had gently wiped the tears away, neither did the aching pain in her body.

She could only focus on the tiny creature that was now being passed on to her husband's strong arms. The child never stopped wailing which now earned a few chuckles from the crowd.

Slowly her husband drew nearer, the tiny bundle he held wiggling in the process. Her husband flashed her a warm smile while tilting his arms slightly, showing the tiny infant in his arms.

Blue teal eyes sparkling with fear and confusion stared unfocused, blood still covered her tiny pale face. She couldn't help a chuckle as she beckoned her husband to come closer, reaching out to take her daughter in her arms.

The wail subsided, replaced by coos of resilience. The tiny body wiggled slightly in her arms before she shied away, closing her teal blue eyes.

Her husband sat on the bed beside her, placing an arm over her shoulder. She leaned on him, focusing on the now sleeping infant. Raising a hand, she swiped a light sheen of blood away from her child's forehead, nuzzling her nose on the child's cheek.

All the pain that she had gone through, all the months of having a rollercoaster of emotions while carrying her child inside her, were nothing now that she saw the result of her hardships.

Her first child.

Her daughter.

"My Komugi" she murmured, tracing a line down her daughter's nose in a sign of affection.