…At once, all in the room were stunned. The pain not subsiding, the young bride mewed under the pressure of nascent life. She breathed life into it, and it took shape, burgeoning and beautiful. It grew in form, and fiber, and character, and when it grew too big to stay contained, she let it go. She knew it could not stay this way forever. She knew it would never understand. Learning to love something once a part of her grown to be somehow separate and unique. It would return some day, older, dirtier, but still beautiful...

This is my first post. Because its never as vivid as I want it to be later.