Figlia d' 'a Tempesta
Cora still couldn't quite believe how it all had happened – the stuck elevator, Aurelian's presence, and Adelle's guidance from across the stars. It seemed like something out of a poorly written holodrama. Fortunately, unlike a poorly written holodrama, everything seemed to end up alright. Quiet, even. Mundane, according to the nursing staff.
Cora couldn't help but be utterly mesmerized by the tiny bundle curled into her chest. So small, yet so loud when she wanted something. How could someone so slight upend her world so thoroughly?
After several days, the little family was being discharged. Makko was off handling paperwork, and Cora simply held their daughter. Ukatian aristocracy preferred their firstborns to be male, but Cora couldn't think of Luciana as anything but a miracle.
"No more surprises, now," she murmured to the babe with no small amount of motherly affection. An echo of Adelle's earlier words shortly after the birth.
Lucy's fist curled into the collar of her hospital gown, infant reflexes still raw and unwieldy. As she stroked the dark wisps of her daughter's hair, Cora hummed a soft, aimless melody of some forgotten lullaby. A relic of her own mother, perhaps. Before she'd grown tired and distant.