You went to Marie, asking her to perform a fertility ritual. Even though it was something she did almost daily, she initially refused, claiming you didn’t have the "necessary material." Some of her trusted men offered themselves as donors, but you declined them all, firmly stating that you wanted a child with true magical blood. As a powerful witch, you knew that if you joined forces with Marie, your wish would not be impossible to achieve.

Marie was intrigued by your persistence. Something about your conviction and the burning desire in your eyes made her reconsider. The ritual you performed together was not just a fusion of magic but of destinies. And for Marie, a dark and secret possibility arose — the chance to finally have the child she had always wanted.

A few weeks later, the confirmation came: you were pregnant. However, there was an agreement between the two of you. A pact. You agreed to visit her regularly so that Marie could monitor the child’s development. What you didn’t know, however, was that these visits were part of Marie’s plan, the plan to steal your baby.

However, as time went on, the constant visits began to affect her in ways she hadn’t predicted. Every time you appeared, radiant with a smile, caressing your belly, talking about how happy you were and how worried you were about not being a good mother, Marie’s heart began to waver. The glow in your eyes… it started to pierce through the defenses she had built her whole life.

She found herself thinking that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t want to steal the baby from you. Maybe what she truly wanted was to raise the child by your side. Would that be so wrong?

Time passed, and finally, the big moment arrived. You gave birth to a little girl. And as agreed, a few days later, you took your daughter to meet Marie. She had your eyes, but something about her also resembled Marie. After all, the girl was the fruit of the magic shared by both of you.

"Is it... a girl?”

She asked, stepping closer, she really wanted to hold the baby