Reincarnation.
The concept of reincarnation is an absurd notion, with some believing in it fervently while others dismiss it entirely.
Atticus did not believe in rebirth.
He thought that death was the end.
However, as if trying to laugh at his face..."Congratulations, it's a baby boy. He looks like Avalon"
Atticus watched as the doctor wrapped him gently in soft blanket and passed him to a woman siting weakly on a lavish hospital bed.
The woman possessed an ethereal beauty that captivated all who laid eyes upon her. Her hair, a cascade of flowing golden strands, shimmered like sunlight, framing a face that radiated warmth and grace. Her sparkling cerulean eyes held depth that seemed to whisper secrets of thousand stories.
Her features were delicate and perfectly proportioned, with high cheekbones that accentuated her flawless complexion. Her rosy lips curved into a captivating smile, revealing a row of pearly white teeth that gleamed with a joyful expression.
"He is not crying. Why, Xiomara?" Anastasia's voice was laced with concern as she leaned closer, her brows furrowing in worry. Her maternal instincts were on high alert, and she couldn't help but wonder why her little one was unusually quiet. "Is something wrong?" she muttered softly, her gaze fixed on her baby.
Xiomara, the experienced doctor, met Anastasia's gaze with a thoughtful expression. "There are instances where infants may not cry immediately after birth," she explained gently, her professional demeanor helping to soothe the worried mother.
"Please continue to rest for a couple of days, and if you notice any unusual changes or concerns, do not hesitate to inform me." Xiomara's own curiosity was piqued by the rare occurrence; despite her medical knowledge, encountering such a situation firsthand still managed to be a perplexing anomaly."Are you sure?" asked Anastasia, while staring at her little sunshine with genuine affection, still not convinced.
Xiomara maintained her composed demeanor, offering another comforting nod. "I truly believe he will be just fine," she reiterated, her tone soothing and reassuring.
Anastasia finally relented, albeit with a lingering trace of worry. "Alright. Thank you for your help, Xio," she said gratefully, her eyes never leaving the bundle in her arms.
"Anytime, Anna," Xiomara responded with an affectionate smile, her own concern masked by her professionalism. She turned to leave the room, her steps gentle and purposeful. "Let me go inform the others that everything is alright. They must be quite worried," she added, her smile widening.
A few minutes passed, and Anastasia's heart warmed as she observed the entrance of two women and a man into the room, their smiles exuding warmth and care.
Zelda, with her radiant presence, look down at Anastasia and the newborn with a mix of worry and affection. Her golden locks framed her face elegantly, and her concerned eyes held a reassuring gaze. "Oh, baby, are you okay?" she inquired, her voice full of maternal concern.
Anastasia managed a tired but content smile. "I'm okay, Mom," she reassured, her voice soft but heartfelt. Bringing a new life into the world had left her weary yet exhilarated.
Ethan, beaming with pride, chimed in playfully, "Hahaha, he looks handsome just like me!" His grin was infectious, and his distinguished presence was evident in every word and gesture. His hair, a seasoned shade of black, held a lifetime of experiences and wisdom. Gently lifting his grandson, he made silly faces in a determined effort to elicit a laugh from the infant.
Anastasia's gaze shifted to Freya, her mother-in-law, who wore a more somber expression. "He is not here, is he?" Anastasia's voice held a tinge of sadness as she inquired.
"Sorry, honey," Freya replied, her tone sympathetic as she shook her head. Her aura radiated undeniable power and strength, and her flowing blue hair symbolized the wisdom that came with age.
Anastasia's heart sank, her worry about her husband's safety evident in her eyes. The absence weighed heavily on her mind.
"I'm sure he'll come back once he hears that you've given birth to a son," Zelda's attempt to uplift Anastasia's spirits was met with a muted response.
"Hm," Anastasia replied softly, her thoughts still clouded with concern.
Ethan shifted the conversation to a happier topic. "So, what have you decided to name our grandson?" he asked, hoping to bring a smile to her face.
Anastasia's eyes lit up with joy as she seized the opportunity to share her decision. "I want his name to be..." She paused, her mind racing to find the perfect name. Suddenly, a name emerged, carrying a sense of strength and significance.
"Atticus. His name will be Atticus Ravenstein."
"Atticus, what a beautiful name! It suits him perfectly," Zelda exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration.
Anastasia agreed wholeheartedly, her smile radiant as she reveled in finding the ideal name for her son.
Before long, Xiomara entered the room, bearing a bottle of deep blue liquid. "Alright, I think you better let her rest. Giving birth clearly drained her," she gently suggested, her expertise apparent. "Here, drink this and rest a little, Anna." Xiomara's words were accompanied by a comforting smile. "I think 'Atticus' is a great name," she added warmly.
"Thank you. I'm a bit tired," Anastasia replied appreciatively, accepting the bottle and sipping its contents. As her weariness began to lift, she entrusted her newborn son to Zelda's gentle care.
Zelda cradled Atticus with tender care, placing him in a meticulously crafted crib adorned with ornate carvings and a regal canopy. The crib exuded an air of majesty, a fitting resting place for the newly named Atticus.
As they left the room, well-wishes and hopes for Anastasia's swift recovery echoed in their wake.
Meanwhile, young Atticus found himself grappling with an existential whirlwind. 'What the heck is going on?' he pondered, bewildered by the unfolding events and the weight of his newfound existence.
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