The ocean palace shimmered with soft, bioluminescent light as Amphitrite lay upon a bed of sea silk, her breath steady but weighted. Her long, turquoise hair drifted around her, adorned with pearls and gold chains that caught the glow of the water. One hand rested on her swollen belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

Beside her, Poseidon knelt, his deep blue robes lined with gold, the swirling patterns mirroring the ocean’s currents. His calloused yet gentle hand covered hers. "They are strong," he murmured. "Like the tides themselves."

A deep ache coursed through her, and the sea itself seemed to stir in response. She tightened her grip on Poseidon’s hand as the waves of pain crashed over her, the water around them pulsing with divine energy. The currents carried her cries away, yet Poseidon remained still, grounding her through the storm.

And then, after one final, powerful surge, the waters calmed. A small, weightless form drifted into her arms. Their child. Tiny, perfect, their presence vast as the sea itself. The ocean hushed in reverence, pearls and seafoam spiraling in blessing.

Poseidon’s gaze softened as he reached out, his fingers brushing over their child’s cheek. "They are beautiful," he whispered, awe in his voice.

Amphitrite pressed a kiss to their forehead, her heart swelling like the tide. "They are the sea," she murmured. "And they are ours."