The transformation had been breathtaking, a rebirth in the truest sense. I had shed the limitations of mortality, embracing a power I had never known was within me. But with this new life came something even greater—something that connected us, bound us, as we stood in the vast expanse of the cosmos together.

Months passed in what felt like an instant, and with it, a new presence began to stir within me. A divine energy, small yet infinitely powerful, pulsed beneath my skin. The connection between us deepened, the bond between god and goddess growing stronger every passing day.

The night arrived when the stars themselves seemed to bend to our will. I felt his touch again, this time more insistent, more loving, as his hand rested gently on my swollen belly. His molten golden eyes met mine, the same as ever but now carrying a deeper tenderness.

“It is time,” he whispered, his voice reverberating through my entire being, as though the universe itself was holding its breath.

I closed my eyes, allowing the power of the stars to flood through me, letting the cosmic energies pull and shape the child inside me. I could feel the life growing, the balance of his divine essence and my own radiating outwards. This was no ordinary birth; it was the creation of something timeless, something destined for greatness.

With one final, shuddering breath, the world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the glow of the stars, the heat of his touch, and the life we had created together.

And then, with a cry that echoed through the heavens, our child was born.

A being of light and power, their skin gleaming like the first rays of dawn. The baby’s golden eyes opened, and in them, I saw the same ancient fire that burned within his father. The universe seemed to bend in reverence, the stars themselves shining brighter as they welcomed the new celestial heir.

He cradled our child in his arms, his gaze never leaving mine. “Our legacy,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe. “Our child, born from the stars, born of us.”