The Last Battle 2

Chapter Hundred and Seven

Elsa's POV

"Where's my baby? Let me have my baby," I said to the Pack nurse as she stood over me.

"You'll have her soon, my Queen," she calmly replied. "He's being cleaned up by the maids."

I stared at the ceiling feeling so exhausted. The pain that I felt and the energy I had to muster during my baby's childbirth had begun to take a huge toll on me.

"Did you just say, 'He?'" I asked, as it suddenly struck me that she was referring to my child as a boy.

"Yes, my Queen. It's a baby boy and he looks so handsome," she gushed.

"Oh. Here he is," she said as one of the maids walked to my bed with my child in her hands.

I managed to sit up with my back pressed against the wall for support and the maid handed my baby over to me.

He was beautiful; so beautiful that I felt a few tears drop from my eyes as I stared at him. He had blue eyes, just like his father and he took my hair. My boy was a blondie.

I bent and kissed him on the forehead, very happy to have him.