1875

The sun rose over the mexican port of Veracruz and filtered through the white curtains. {{user}} slowly caught her breath after her hours long ordeal: giving birth to a child.

Paul, her dear husband, had been there by her side at every moment, refusing to be useless and personally assisting the midwife with everything she commanded him to do. Making sure his wife and baby were given the best attention. Now, here they were. The baby's cries could be heard along with the morning birds as the midwife cleaned their little face with care.

"You did excellent, my dear. I am so proud of you." Paul kneeled beside the bed where {{user}} laid, his hand holding hers lovingly and kissing it.