Page 33 of Minotaur's Secret Baby

“What can I do?” asks Zy, looking at her with desperate eyes.

“Take a place by her side and hold her hand. She’s going to need you.”

Zy rushes to my other side and grips me.

“You can squeeze my hand as hard as you need to,” he says.

Phemes quickly gets everything else ready and gives me the cue to start pushing. My first push feels like fire is ripping my body apart. Zy’s face winces in pain as I squeeze his hand but he never takes his eyes off of mine.

I continue pushing, concentrating on Zy as I do so. His presence alone relaxes me, knowing I’m in good company. In such a pivotal moment in my life, all his good dreads flash through my mind despite the endless waves of agony flowing throughout my body.

This man has really been here for me throughout the entire process,I think as I look upon his face.For that, I’m so grateful.

The worst contraction occurs, rocking my body with terror.

“Agh! Fuck!” I yell, almost breaking Zy’s hand.

“Keep going Kyra,” says Phemes encouragingly. “You’re halfway there, keep it coming!”

“Do you hear that?” asks Zy. “You’re almost done Kyra, just a few pushes more.”

“Push!” orders Phemes.

The pain is so much to handle but I know I’m close to the end with each passing moment.

“One more push will do it!”

I scream with my final exertion of force. Suddenly, a wave of tension releases from my body as the pain leaves. Dizziness rings in my head. In the distance, I hear crying which soon becomes louder as my head clears up. I p[eer up, letting go of Zy’s hands.

Phemes strolls over. In her arms she holds a rolled up blanket. Poking out from the top of it is the top of the baby’s head. I hold my arms out as the healer lowers my child into my arms.

“It’s a boy,” she says.

I gaze down into his eyes, green like emeralds. He has human skin and brandishes horns, short in size. Cascading over the sides of his face is silver hair, akin to his father’s.

“He looks like you,” I say to Zy who looks on in astonishment. He gestures for our son, holding his arms out as I hand the child over. I then lay my head back down on the pillow, breathing a sigh of relief this is all over.

17

ZY

Itake my newborn son into my arms, watching him in disbelief. Is this really happening? Is this child really mine? Am I a father? My mind runs rampant with endless questions as I cradle him.

I couldn’t wrap my head around everything. I simply can’t fathom how just a few months ago I was a lonesome city guard, now here I stand holding my baby boy. Turning to Kyra, she lays with her head reclined against the pillow, overcome with relief as she simply breathes.

“Kyra,” I whisper, stroking her forehead. “You did a wonderful job. Thank you so much.”

I lean in and kiss her on the cheek.

“Zy, I couldn’t have done it without you,” she sighs in exhaustion. “I mean it, you made it all so much easier than I expected. Thank you for having my back.”

“It’s my duty. What shall we name the boy?” I ask.

“I had the task of carrying him so I’ll leave the naming to your hands.”

“Hmm… How about Traisius?” I suggest.

“Traisius? I like it.”