Third Person pov :
The sharp, loud cry of a newborn baby cut through the heavy, terrifying noise of the breaking steel door.
In the center of the chaotic medical bunker, Dr. Alistair held the tiny, squirming life in his shaking hands. The baby was covered in blood and glowing faintly with a warm, beautiful silver light. He had a full head of thick, dark hair.
Dr. Alistair cried out, tears spilling down his tired face, "The first Prince is born!"
Helen burst into loud, happy sobs, kissing Aria’s sweaty forehead. "You did it, my brave girl. You did it!"
Aria fell back against the pillows, completely exhausted. She looked at her tiny son. He was crying loudly, his little fists waving in the air. The moment she saw him, a massive, overwhelming wave of pure, unconditional love filled
