The room was a flurry of activity as Brigitte, her light pink hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, pushed with all her might. Her dark eyes were squeezed shut in concentration, her delicate hands gripping the sheets as if they were the only things keeping her tethered to reality.
Apollo, her husband, stood by her side, looking pale and on the verge of fainting. He had always been a strong and capable god, but the sight of his wife bringing a human into the world was almost too much for him to bear. Still, he tried his best to support her, whispering words of encouragement and holding her hand as she labored.
"Come on, Brigitte," he urged, his voice strained. "You can do this. You're the strongest woman I know."
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