“Emma really was their miracle.
The greatest, truest miracle.
No bleeding.
No premature contractions.
No pain.
Only the joy, relief and love that fell on her and Adrien when they heard the loud cry of their miracle daughter. Marinette cried with her, holding her daughter to her chest. Emma was warm, healthy, flushed, and loud. She was alive.“
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