Novel & Cerita Newborn Eyes Bloodshot

"He really is adorable. He's perfect…" He suddenly realized I was still standing there, and his smile stiffened. "H-Honey, look, the baby kind of looks like… like Mia, don't you think?" I let out a cold laugh. "He is pretty cute." Then I acted slightly surprised and joked, "Oh wow, Hudson, the baby's eyes and eyebrows look a lot like yours too, don't they?" Hudson's face went pale, and he forced a smile. "Honey, you must be joking. Newborns are all wrinkly when they're first born. You can't really tell who they look like…"

Sniffling, I adjusted the blanket a bit, and she cooed as she stirred awake in my arms. "Hi," I whispered as I gently touched her small hand. "Oh wow, you were born with so much hair," I laughed as I wiped away my tears. She slowly opened her eyes, and I was not exaggerating when I said she took my breath away. "Are you crying again?" The nurse asked as she looked at me, holding my baby gently against my chest. I sobbed into her blanket; she must think her mom was a crybaby since she was so quiet. "I'm sorry," I rubbed my eyes with my arms. "She has his eyes," I said as I stared into her light purple eyes that looked at me intently.

His eyes were bloodshot, and they even seemed to glimmer slightly with tears. However, the look in them was nothing short of murderous.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

"And very eager to see his parents." She carefully lifted Aiden and placed him in my arms. The weight of him, so small but so real, made tears spring to my eyes all over again. "Hi, baby boy," I whispered, looking down at his scrunched-up face. "I'm sorry Mama wasn't awake for your first few meals." He was more alert now than he'd been right after birth, his eyes open and trying to focus on my face. They were still that newborn blue, but I could already see hints of the deeper color they'd eventually become.

“Yes, Alpha.” Yoren looked at Halden and said, “Tell me everything from the beginning.” 'The baby was born normally,” Halden explained, swallowing. “His cry was strong, and everything was stable. But after fifteen minutes, the colour of his eyes shifted to a full gold, as if resonating with primal energy. Then his heartbeat spiked and his muscles contracted, almost resembling a shift reflex.” Yoren’s brow furrowed. “A shift in an infant?” he asked in a low, anticipatory voice. “Impossible.”

Every passing moment intensified my worry, my longing for Shana to be safe and for answers to ease the anxiety I was feeling. Finally, a doctor emerged, his expression somber, eyes filled with concern. I braced myself for the news, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. "Shana is stable, but her condition is perplexing," the doctor began, his voice laced with empathy. "We are conducting further tests to understand what happened." I exchanged a worried glance with James, our eyes reflecting the shared nerves that gripped us. "What about her eyes?" I asked, my voice laced with a mix of fear and curiosity. "Why are they bloodshot?"

Inside lay the baby—skin still flushed from birth, dark hair damp and curling at the edges, eyes squeezed shut against the light, tiny fists clenched near his face. He was crying—small, fierce, determined cries that filled the room. Elena stopped at the glass. She stared. Daniel stood beside her. He stared too. The nurse lifted the baby carefully. She wrapped him in a soft white blanket. She brought him to the window. Elena reached out instinctively—palm flat against the glass. The baby’s cries quieted for a moment. He turned his head slightly. His eyes opened—just slits, but enough. Dark eyes.

“Is he blind? Is there something wrong with his eyes?” “He’s fine,” Edric says. “He’s just small and the doctor is afraid that the lights will hurt his eyes.” “Oh,” Winston says. “I didn’t think…we can probably take his blindfold off.” A jolt of excitement runs through me. I can’t wait to see my baby’s eyes. The doctor leans over and very carefully undoes the soft blindfold. The baby startles when the muted light hits his eyes, his arms and legs flailing uncontrollably, then he quiets down and opens his eyes, looking straight at me. They’re grey, like mine. “Hello little boy,” I say and lean over to kiss him softly on the forehead. “Look how beautiful you are.”