Alison Ciela Phantomhive came into the world came into the world kicking and screaming. In a white room, filled with doctors and nurses and equipment. Elizabeth's pained screams mixed with those of her baby as she pushed, tensed, and gasped. She was grasping the metal railing above the bed for support. Just the cold metal rail. Her white nightgown stuck to her sweaty skin, golden locks tangling, bangs matted to her face, her cheeks flushed. Mind was void of all thoughts aside from being aware of the cool metal in her hands. The metal felt nice against her flesh, but she felt empty. She wanted to hold someone's hand. Ciel's hand. She wanted his comfort. His soothing voice, his blue eyes, his gently yet firm grip on her hand, his face contorted with worry and anxiousness.

But when she looked to the chair at her side, it was empty. Tears slipped down her cheeks from equal parts of sadness and pain. Her body was aching all over, making her grit her teeth, but it didn't compare to the ache in her heart. Never before had she felt as incomplete as giving birth alone. Without her husband by her side. Without Ciel.

She screamed for the last time, and felt her child leave her body. The nurses began to scurry about, the doctors urgently calling for tools and blankets. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply for the first time since it had started. The next thing she knew, a bundle of warmth was being placed in her arms. Wrapped in soft blue blankets, with a tiny face peeking out from underneath. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth opening and closing slightly to emit soft gargling noises, little fingers poking out from the side. Elizabeth could only blink in awe at the small human that was her child.

He opened his eyes.

Elizabeth gasped.

Striking blue eyes, with more depth than the ocean, more swirling hues than the sunset. They were Ciel's eyes. No room for questions, those were surely the glistening eyes the Earl of Phantomhive had sported all his life.

Elizabeth cried.

Her child was beautiful, the most so of anything she had ever seen in her life.

Her child looked like Ciel, who she had loved more than anyone in her life. Ciel who would never see their child. Ciel who she would never see again. He would have been proud. Anyone could see that the baby's currently soft face would someday change into one of high cheekbones, a straight-bridged nose, and strong jawline, complete with silky blonde locks and those blue eyes Elizabeth had fallen for in her childhood. The newborn was clearly a Phantomhive.

Elizabeth sniffed as she knew soon relatives would be entering, to congratulate and comfort her. She didn't want her mother to see her such a crying mess.

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