River
The baby was here–his baby.
Their baby
Ellie was holding their baby on her chest, and River couldn't even believe how amazing it felt to see this teeny tiny person and know that he and Ellie had made her.
Her.
They had a daughter.
They’d made a Luna.
At the moment, he couldn’t even process that because he was too busy thinking about how beautiful she was. Her hair was light blonde like her mother's, and her eyes were a crystal blue. She was also incredibly red and angry the way that her mother had been just a few moments ago, though Ellie didn’t seem mad anymore (and he couldn’t blame her for being angry when she was so unbelievably uncomfortable.)
“Alpha River, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?” the midwife asked, holding up some special scissors.