Thankfully for Zarkon Bellatrix and  Zanthea were oblivious to the mother's brief death, if they had been told through a message, there'd be hell to pay for Zarkon, they're basically their mother's twins when it came to fury, but the news did get around the empire of how Elara somehow cheated death. As of right now, Elara's blood levels were back to normal and she was in her bed resting, however, Helthena, Farah, and Koltor have to meet their new baby sister. Soon the three were in the room in awe of their baby sister.

"Tiny toes." Farah giggled.

"She does have tiny toes." Elara said, giving a tired smile.

"Is she daddy's too mommy?" Helthena suddenly asked.

Elara and Zarkon shared a looked for brief moment.

"No shit sherlo- uh! Of course she's mine too Helthena." Zarkon said.

"Shit?" Koltor mimicked.

"Shhh don't say that. That's a bad word." Elara said seriously, sending a glare to Zarkon.

"Sorry mommy." Koltor said, frowning shamefully.

"It's ok just don't do it again." Elara said.

"Her hair is like mommy's." Farah said.

"Lucky..." Zarkon huffed.

"You look good with no hair, hair is a hassle." Elara said.

Soon enough a tiny squeak was heard and Delilah started fussing.

"What was that?" Helthena asked.

"She just tooted." Elara said, quietly laughing.

"She probably blew up her diaper." Zarkon said.

"Most likely." Elara said and sniffed her diaper and gagged.

"Dear gods, that's lethal enough to bring back my morning sickness and I'm not even pregnant anymore..." Elara said in disgust and shock.

"What's pwegnant?" Farah asked.

"That's when a mommy has a baby in her belly." Elara said.

"Remember when Koltor was in your mommy's belly?" Zarkon asked.

"How did the babies get in there?" Helthena asked.

"How does the baby get out?" Farah asked.

"These questions are getting outrageous it's time for you guys to go to sleep. Say goodnight to your mother and sister." Zarkon said.

"Goodnight mommy, goodnight Dewiwah." They said at the same time and scurried off to their rooms.

"Of all the questions they could to ask, they chose to how babies are made. The audacity!" Zarkon said in shock.

"Change her diaper please." Elara said, handing Delilah to Zarkon.

"Alright then, don't be difficult like the rest of your siblings please." Zarkon pleaded as he changed a diaper that smelled as if it was capable of burning a house down.

"Mother of the gods... That was despicable..." Zarkon gagged as he threw out the dirty diaper and gave the tiny kit back to Elara.

"At least you got it over with." Elara yawned and laid Delilah in her bassinet with a pacifier in her mouth.

"It came with a cost." Zarkon said.

"And that was?" Elara asked, already amused.

"My ability to smell." He shuddered.

"Oh well... Now how the hell am I going to sleep comfortably with a massive, painful, fragile, C-section scar?" She sighed.

"Oh we'll figure it out woman." Zarkon said, half asleep.

"Douchebag... I nearly, no! I DID die after I got C-section, and got my tubes tied and cut, and this is what I get?" Elara said with a scoff.

"Nice now I'm going to have depressing nightmares. Thank you, you lovely, scary, little angel." Zarkon said sarcastically.

"Wow, stop hogging the bed, I've had it a thousand times more rough than you." Elara said only to be ignored by a now snoring Zarkon.

"I'll fix this the hard way... Oh my God I'm bleeding again!" She faked whined.

"WHAT?!" Zarkon leaped up and tumbled off the bed.

"Thank you... Now I want the left side of the bed tonight." She said and got herself comfortable and fell asleep.

"It's better you be comfortable than dead." He said and flopped back onto the bed to sleep only to woken up two hours later by a screaming Delilah.