Whoever said childbirth was a miracle, was either an imbecile or a man. Mary has felt that supposed 'miracle' six different times now, all of which ended in tragedy, that's not even mentioning the pain. Despite becoming practically used to it, Mary still screamed as she felt the future child slowly and painfully lowering inside her, until it crowned into the world. The Queen put her head back, ready to hear those familiar tragic words, instead her ears suddenly perk in surprise as the midwife gently placed the child on her chest "Baby?" Mary said in a mix of weakness and confusion, she jumped slightly in surprise as the child grabbed at the top of her dress "Oh! It's moving!" Mary then brought her arms more securely around her child, tears of pain turning into one's of joy "It's moving... it's alive."