Category: Winx Club

Rating: T

Couples: Faragonda/Baltor

Warnings: AU

Chapter: Darina & Daria's Birth

Copyright: © characters and places by Iginio; © Plot and OC by me

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Cian had told him an important call had come in. Baltor had answered it, to find that it was Sven on the other side of the line: Faragonda had gone into labor. His heart had stopped then. Despite the fact that the Dragon had assured him she was in no danger from dying in childbirth after the strange occurrence when he had revived her, Baltor had been worried she would still be lost to him. And that was a thought he never wished to entertain again.

The worst was that he couldn't actually teleport there. He was quite literally on the other side of the States, since his children had apparently decided to come early, and it would be strange if he appeared not ten minutes after receiving the call. He was forced to take the plane. At least Cian let him leave once he told him.

It was many terrible hours later that he arrived at the small hospital where Faragonda had been brought to when she had started to have contractions. His usual calm had long gone out the proverbial window as he entered the white building. Thankfully Claire was waiting for him in the foyer, because he doubted he'd have the patience to actually ask someone where his wife was.

The blond led him through the hallways, before stopping in front of a door. She led him enter first.

He stop dead in his tracks at what greeted him: Faragonda was resting in a pristine white bed and held two little bundles in her arms. When he entered she looked up and despite her exhaustion, she smiled that wonderful smile at him.

He hesitated, only slowly approaching the bed. He didn't even notice how the others rose and left the room. He carefully sank down on the side of the bed, his eyes shifting from the fairy to the two babies.

"You're a father, beloved." She softly said. "Two daughters."

"I…" He couldn't speak and opted to pushing the warm blankets down, looking into those tiny faces.

"Do you want to hold her?" Faragonda smiled at him.

"Hold her?" He echoed, looking uncertainly at the tiny human in his wife's arm. So frail…

"I am certain you won't drop her." She carefully laid one of them on her legs, before offering the other to the man at her side. "Come."

So frail. The little girl was so frail. One wrong move and she would be broken forever. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"It's all right, you're here now." Faragonda smiled warmly. "Do you have a name-preference?"

He tore his eyes away from the sleeping child to look at her. "I… no, I do not…"

"I have some: Daria and Darina."

"And who is who?" He looked down again, carefully touching the small, soft cheek.

"Darina is the one I'm holding." Faragonda leaned towards him a bit, her voice becoming a low whisper. "She has my power, Daria has yours."

He nodded, more focused on the now moving child in his arms. And then she opened her eyes and Baltor knew he was hopelessly lost. She had her mother's eyes: those deep, deep oceans into which he could stare for hours on end without growing bored or tired. And those very same eyes now looked at him, before the child started to gurgle in joy, her tiny face becoming one big smile.

How could he, a demon of the darkest kind, have created something so utterly perfect? No jewelry could compete with the treasure he now held in his arms. Not even the Dragonfire could match the warmth that now so thoroughly flooded him.

His eyes, normally as cold as the ice whose color they shared, shone with warmth as he looked up at the woman who had done what no one else had done before: truly conquered him. And more importantly, had given him gifts unlike any other he could ever receive.

He might never be able to show his emotions, but he would love all three of them with his entire being, he could already tell as much. His daughters, his little girls, would want for nothing.