「 you're the joy of my life 」

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[ VOLUME FIVE ]

CHAPTER 147;
you're the joy of my life

[ DECEMBER EIGHTEENTH, 98' ]


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'Unsure of what the balance held
I touched my belly overwhelmed
By what I had been chosen to perform
But then an angel came one day
Told me to kneel down and pray
For unto me a man-child would be born

How beautiful if nothing more
Than to wait at Zion's door
I've never been in love like this before
Now let me pray to keep you from
The perils that will surely come
See life for you, my prince has just begun

And I thank you for choosing me
To come through unto life to be
A beautiful reflection of his grace
See I know that a gift so great
Is only one God could create
And I'm reminded every time I see your face'






CW: chapter contains childbirth






          Hera stood to join in on the applause, but found herself nearly doubled over from an intense surge of back pain.

She held her breath, ignoring the terrible ache and clapped her hands together.

"Can one of you help me to the bathroom?" she asked George and Ange quietly.

"Yeah, I'll come— " Ange began, but faltered as she realised the bathrooms were on an entirely different floor, requiring her to walk across the length of the Atrium and up two flights of stairs in her stilettos.

"I'll help, " George shrugged, saying to Ange, "the floor's slippery. "

She nodded appreciatively, profusely apologising to Hera.

"It's fine, " Hera said resolutely, taking hold of George's arm, "let's go... "

They passed the rows of the audience, now filtering out of the seats and into the main room of the Atrium towards the bar.

"George, " Hera began slowly, "don't panic. I think the baby's coming. "

"Sick!" He roared. "What do I do, then?"

"Erm — nothing... " Hera replied, confused.
"I just need you to take me to the bathroom and have a look at my back. "

"I can't go in the ladies' room, though, " George's face appeared puzzled.

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