Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction Baby Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Shsssh it okay We're here for you. Whatever you decide to do." Mara squeezed my hand. "Always." Elara smiled gently. "You're not alone in this, Mira. You never were." I looked at my friends, my heart aching with gratitude and grief. "I don't know what I'd do without you." That night, I lay in my bed in the servants' quarters staring at the ceiling. My hand rested on my stomach. There's a baby in there. His baby. His child. I couldn't believe it “hey baby if you're listening, just know that mommy loves you and my love is enough for you ok? We don't need daddy we will be fine just on our own”

Clove went and sat next to Mira on the bed as Alpha Bastion sat on the other side of Mira, he dabbed the cool cloth along her forehead, devotedly taking care of her in the only way he could think of. "Have no fear, your pup has two Alphas as its parents, you... are a descendant of a Lycan and a Light Oracle. You must remain to have faith." She whispered as she pressed a gentle kiss on the top of Miras' head. "No... I need to push!!" Mira cried out. Clove arose and raced to the foot of the bed, where she placed the sheet over Miras' bent knees. She could see that the pup was crowning, its little head wrapped in jet-black hair.

The thought of them having new families almost made her cry, they deserved all the love in the world and they were finally getting it. She smiled and sang to the baby, hoping she’d fall asleep. If there was any reason she believed in miracles, it was because of baby Milagra. She was brought into the orphanage when she was only ten weeks old, her mother had abandoned her. She was terribly sick and the doctors were scared she wouldn’t make it. Jeanine met her during one of her visits to the children’s wards. Her heart melted at the pink face, the rise and fall of her little chest and her tiny hands. Baby Milagra was a good fighter and Jeanine had confidence that she was going to make it, every

I’d held her close, rubbing soothing circles over her back, whispering reassurances I wasn’t even sure I believed myself. But it wasn’t until her breathing finally evened out, her lashes damp against her cheeks, that I let my own guard slip. I lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling as the moonlight filtered through the curtains. My muscles were tense, my mind racing in a million directions. Mira’s words kept echoing in my head. “Your baby possesses powers of his own, even before birth. But there’s still an existing magic somewhere... something old, something dark... it must be destroyed before it finds its way to your child.”

It stirred a beautiful feeling, a memory that never surfaced. Luna Mira had grown so attached to me or rather the baby in me. When I had visited their home along with Apollo for the first time after she had come over to our place, she took me upstairs to a new room that she was getting added to. It was near Apollo’s previous room. When she opened the door, I still remember the shock I had felt. Luna Mira was making a nursery for my baby. It was purple themed with stars on the ceiling and a beautiful baby crib in the center.

I just nicknamed my three-hour old baby as Beth. "What are you standing there Hugo?" Ned notices. Hugo pulled his finger off his mouth and slightly smiles. "C’mon see Miranda and Landon's baby!" Leon added. Miranda and Landon's baby. "She's lovely!" Scarlet says as she slowly sways her around. "She is, isn't she? She's an angel." Paris cooed right away. Hugo glares at Landon then at me. "Come a bit closer mate. You're too far from the circle." Zachary tells Hugo too while chuckling.

Mira and Anne-Marie cuddled with the lambs while John, Matthew and Ursula sat in the cart with the piglets. Three brothers walked shoulder to shoulder leading the cow. It was definitely a sight to watch. “You were right about the lad.” Matthew watched the boys walking shoulder to shoulder. Ursula just smiled. She was happy as long her baby was fine. Although Mira was not born to her, she became Mira’s mother when she was two. She fell in love with the little bumble bee. Over time she forgot that this was not her baby… No that’s not right. This is her baby!

"No, that’s not right. I don’t live here. I’ve never been here before. And why are you calling me Luna?" "Because you are my Luna. Dove, I am your mate," I said, cupping her face. A sharp cry cut through the room. Aurora. Lilac’s head snapped toward the sound, her body tensing. "Whose baby is that?" "Ours," I said softly. Her eyes widened. "That’s impossible." Mira made a small, distressed noise. Liora pressed her lips together, thinking. "Luna," Liora said gently, "what is the last thing you remember?"

And inside the mirror— I wasn’t standing. I wasn’t grown. I was— A baby. Swaddled in deep red cloth. Eyes open. Screaming silently. And someone was holding me. Not my mother. Not my father. But her. Sybilla. In ceremonial robes. Blood on her hands. Eyes that did not blink. She stared at the baby in her arms—me—with a smile as still as stone. A smile that didn’t know mercy. I stepped back. The mirror didn’t change.

He smiled at Miranda, who added to Milo. “It was ball because she became friends with Council Precious. She learned there was a way for Sally to be turned into a Lycan after all, the blue rose. But when I learned I went into labor, Milo was the only one around to help me deliver my little Miracle. Still, others around us wanted what Sally found out; she promised them they too could be Lycan’s, but during our imprisonment, I learned something that Council Precious carelessly spoke out loud. She must have believed I was knocked out from the beating.”