And baby makes two. [Open for all; tw for mentions of birth but nothing graphic]

[chasingtwisters]

Moira wakes up in the middle of Thursday night with severe pain and the certainty that she's in labor. Her maternal and witch instincts come together as one to tell her so. She spends a few minutes freaking out before she has the sense to call her midwife, a local witch she met through one of her customers soon after she remembered herself. Lila, prompt as ever, arrives nearly thirty seconds after Moira hangs up, teleporting into her living room as they agreed upon.

She spends hours in labor, clutching at the sides of her tub as Lila helps her through it, with magical and comforting words both. Above all else, Moira is terrified. Terrified that she'll be an awful mother; terrified at the sorts of powers her daughter will inherit. Terrified that anyone might try to harm her daughter because of who she is and where she comes from. It sends shudders running through her just as much as the pain does.

"You're almost there," Lila shouts at her. "Come on, girl. Push!"

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Now the middle of Friday afternoon, Moira sits on her porch, cradling her beautiful daughter in her arms, bundled up in a lilac blanket and dozing. She's texted family and friends, of course, and she's waiting to see who shows up. Moira can't bring herself to look away; her daughter is so precious and small. She's perfect. She's still worried, of course. But more than that, Moira is entirely overcome. She has a daughter. A beautiful, wonderful daughter. And she loves her the way she's never loved anyone else before. She knows that deep in her heart.

"Welcome to the world, Bronwyn Rose Coombs," she whispers for what feels like the millionth time that day.

[ooc: Moira's daughter, Bronwyn Rose! For those curious, this is what Bronwyn looks like. Feel free to have Moira texted your pup if they're close, or to see her on the porch with Bronwyn! Open to all!]

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[aoife_coombs]

It was embarrassing how flattered Aoife was with getting a text from her oldest sister, telling her that she was an aunt now. Maybe it hadn't even been a conscious decision from Moira, just a Send-All.

She was unsure if the Coombs family had had a Bronwyn before, Aoife would have to look it up. It definitely wasn't a name of the recent generations. It was a lovely name, one you could easily shorten in endearment, and something that would come with a spelled explanation throughout her life. Aoife knew from experience.

Aoife had hoped for more people present. There was Moira, and there was the child. No-one else, not visibly, anyway. She should have called Amelie, Cecilia, Fabrice, even. She should have waited another day, maybe two. She should have brought Thor, for comfort.

"Hi", she greeted softly, a few steps away from the both of them. "Hello."

[nomadic_cam]

Cam was on his way home from the garage when he spotted a familiar face out on the porch enjoying the beautiful afternoon. With his hand poised to raise in a wave as he passed, the sight of a second face stopped him completely.

He pulled his helmet off after kickstanding the motorcycle and walked up towards the pair.

"You seem to have doubled since is saw you last," he said in greeting.