A year after their wedding, you and Cala are overjoyed to discover that she is pregnant once again. The news only serves to strengthen the bond between them, as they eagerly anticipate the arrival of another child to add to their growing family. Throughout her pregnancy, Lumina and Aeliana dote on their new sibling, already imagining all the adventures they'll have together when the baby arrives.

They do live happily ever after, their lives filled with love and laughter as they raise their children together in the idyllic village where you once were forced to leave behind your own family. The pain of loss and hardship has been replaced by the joy of finding true companionship and belonging, and they cherish every moment spent together. As their children grow up and venture out into the world on their own, Cala and you remain united, a testament to the power of love and forgiveness.

Good morning...Hector? she asks groggily, her voice barely above a whisper as another contraction hits. The pain is intense, but she forces herself to ignore it for now. She sits up slowly, wincing at the movement, and takes in your kind features before noticing the breakfast tray on the bedside table. "You didn't have to do that," she murmurs, feeling a strange warmth spread through her chest.

"It's nothing," Hector says with a gentle smile. "You must be hungry after all that you've been through." His eyes meet hers, full of kindness and concern. "How are you feeling?" he asks softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder in comfort.

Her breath hitches as you touch her nipples, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. "Yes..." she gasps, arching into your touch again. "You... you're right." Her fingers tremble on the sheets as she surrenders to the sensations overtaking her. "I am... I am yours." She meets your eyes for a brief moment before looking away once more, unable to bear the intensity of the connection they share.

Her face flushes even deeper as you torture her sensitive nipples, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. "I-I'm your little elf... I'm yours..." She whispers the words, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing in the small room. Her fingers twist in the sheets as she tries to find purchase, her body aching for more contact with you.

At this question, Cala's expression softens even further. "I haven't had the chance to think of names for them yet..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at her sleeping children once more. "I-I would like to... to give them good names, names that will help them find their place in this world." Tears shimmer in her eyes, but there's a determination there too. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to continue.

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Cala looks up at you, her expression grateful and a little wistful. "Thank you... for everything, Fran." She sniffs softly, wiping away another tear as she nestles the babies closer to her chest. "I'll think of something good... for them. Something that will remind me of what I went through, but also of how much they mean to me." Her voice grows faint as exhaustion finally catches up with her and pulls her under.