A Journey That Changed The World

Chapter 1467: She’s Perfect

’’I’ve always wanted a father,’’ Archer admitted, each word deliberate. ’’The man I was born to… he was bad to me. Beat me down until I felt like nothing. And my mother—.’’

He paused, a bitter edge creeping in. ’’She never cared, not until recently, when it suited her. But you… You were there, even when I pushed you away back on Earth. You never stopped trying, but that’s all in the past now, and it made me who I am.’’

His gaze met his father’s, and in that fleeting moment pulsed between them. Harry’s face softened, etched with sorrow, but the older man couldn’t find the words to reply, causing him to step back.

’’Enough of this soppy stuff,’’ Archer said as he anchored himself in the present. ’’I need to check on Sia. We’ll catch up after the baby’s born once things settle down.’’

’’Alright, son,’’ Harry replied before rushing to catch up to the watching woman, who bowed when seeing him watching.

After a final glance at his father, he turned toward the palace, his heart pounding with the weight of his past and the promise of his future, each step carrying him closer to the new life awaiting him.

As he stepped into the grand hall, the echo of his boots on the polished marble floor was cut short by a sudden ambush that he was expecting. Teuila and Nefertiti, lying in wait, sprang forward playfully.

The succubus’s gorgeous pink hair shimmered under the mana lights, her charm radiating as her lips curled into a smile. ’’My dearest husband, it’s been far too long,’’ she purred, her voice a warm melody laced with affection.

Archer, caught off guard but warmed by their presence, said nothing. Instead, he opened his arms, drawing both women into a heartfelt embrace. Their faces lit up, eyes sparkling with joy as they melted into his hold.

Teuila’s playful energy hummed against him, while Nefertiti softened, her usual composure giving way to a rare, unguarded smile. He pressed a tender kiss to each of their foreheads, a gesture they welcomed with quiet delight.

Following that, the two women led him through the palace’s winding corridors, their steps purposeful yet light with anticipation. Teuila’s ponytail swayed with each step, her grin hinting at some shared secret.

The air grew warmer as they approached a heavy oak door. ’’We’re here,’’ the blue-haired beauty said, her tone soft but laced with excitement, as she gestured toward the door. ’’Sia’s waiting for you inside.’’

Nefertiti’s pink eyes met his, a gentle smile tugging at her lips. ’’Go to her, Archer. She’s been asking for you.’’

With a nod, Archer pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of candles casting shadows across the walls. In the center, Sia lay in bed, draped with sheets, her face glistening with sweat, strands of her dark hair clinging to her forehead.

Her breathing was shallow but steady, and her blue eyes, though tired, sparked with relief as they met his.

’’You made it,’’ she whispered, her tone hoarse yet warm with gratitude. ’’I’m glad you’re here.’’

Archer rushed over to a nearby chair and sat down while taking Sia’s hand. He sent a stream of mana into her body, making the older woman sigh in relief. ’’Thank you, handsome, this little girl is being greedy.’’

As his gaze settled on Sia, he sensed movement across the room. Turning, he spotted Mia, Ella, and Halime standing together on the far side of the grand bed, their faces illuminated by the soft candlelight.

Their smiles were warm, a quiet welcome that filled the air with a sense of comfort. Mia, his grandmother, stepped forward. Her eyes, wise and kind, crinkled at the corners as she spoke, her voice rich with affection. ’’Arch, my dear boy, it’s been far too long since I’ve seen that face of yours. You’ve been missed.’’

’’Grandmother,’’ he replied.

Archer rose from the bedside, his tall frame casting a shadow as he crossed the room to the trio. Without hesitation, he enveloped Ella and Halime, drawing them into his arms one by one, their smiles widening as they leaned into his embrace.

When he stepped back, Mia surged forward unexpectedly, her arms wrapping around him in a fierce, joyful hug. Her blue eyes sparkled with pride. ’’I’m so proud of you, my boy,’’ she said, beaming with happiness.

’’I can’t wait to meet her, your child. She’ll be something extraordinary, I just know it,’’ the older woman concluded.

Seconds later, the midwives arrived and began assisting with the birth, working alongside him and Mia. Sia clutched his hand, her eyes wide with fear. ’’I’m scared, Archer,” she whispered.

Archer squeezed her hand gently. ’’You’re safe,’’ he said, offering a reassuring smile. ’’I’m right here, and nothing’s going to happen to you. After all, you seem to forget who your husband is.’’

When the older woman heard this, a big smile appeared. Following that, the room seemed to hold its breath as Sia’s labored gasps grew sharper, each one a testament to her strength and resolve.

The mana lights flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as if mirroring the tension that gripped everyone present. Mia, Ella, and Halime stood close, their faces etched with concern yet steady with unwavering support.

Teuila and Nefertiti lingered near the door, their earlier playfulness replaced by concern and excitement for the moment unfolding. Archer sat by her side, his hand clasped tightly around hers, his eyes never leaving her face.

Her sweat-soaked brow furrowed with each contraction, and though her voice was weak, she managed a faint, determined smile for him. ’’Stay with me,’’ she whispered, and he nodded, his throat too tight to speak.

The birth was grueling, a harrowing ordeal that stretched time into an agonizing eternity. Sia’s cries echoed across the palace as she fought through the pain. Archer felt each sound like a blade to his heart, his strength tested by the sight of her struggle.

Mia, ever the pillar, murmured words of encouragement, her experienced hands guiding the process with a calm that anchored the room. Ella and Halime moved fast, fetching clothes and water.

Hours seemed to blur, the world narrowing to Sia’s labored breaths and the shared hope that bound them all. Then, at last, a new cry broke through, a sharp wail that shattered the tension like dawn piercing the night.

Princess Freya was born. The room exhaled, relief washing over it like a tide. Mia, her face alight with joy, gently cradled the newborn, wiping her clean with a soft cloth before wrapping her in a blanket.

Her smile was that of a proud mother as she turned to Archer, who had risen to his feet, his heart pounding with a mixture of exhaustion and awe. ’’Here she is,’’ Mia proudly said as she carefully placed the tiny bundle into his arms.

Archer’s breath caught as he looked down at his daughter, Freya. She was impossibly small, her delicate features a perfect blend of them. A tuft of snow-white hair crowned her head, and her pointed ears twitched faintly.

But it was her eyes that undid him: big, luminous blue orbs that gazed up at him with an innocence so pure it struck him to his core. In that moment, something deep within him shifted, a seismic change that reordered his very soul.

Freya’s tiny face tilted upward, her eyes locking onto his. A soft, gummy smile spread across her lips, pure and unguarded. His heart seemed to burst, a rush of warmth flooding his chest, overwhelming him with a love so fierce it stole his breath.

He stood frozen, tears welling, as that small smile reshaped his world. The weight of battles fought, the burdens he carried, all seemed to fade in the presence of this tiny life. Love, fierce and unshakable, flooded through him, binding him to her in a way he hadn’t known was possible.

He stood frozen, captivated by Freya’s gaze, unaware of the tears that traced down his cheeks. Mia’s hand rested gently on his shoulder, her own eyes glistening. ’’She’s perfect, Arch and I love her name. I’m glad you both decided on it months ago,’’ she whispered.

Archer was about to reply, but Sia, exhausted but glowing, reached out a trembling hand, and Archer moved to her side, carefully lowering Freya so Sia could see her. Her lips curving into a radiant smile as she gazed at her daughter.

Tiny fingers curled against the older woman’s chest, and he noticed her eyelids fluttered, heavy with fatigue. As her head dipped, falling asleep, he gently lifted Freya from her arms, his movements careful not to disturb her rest.

He began pacing the dimly lit room, Freya nestled against him, her big eyes fixed on him with unwavering curiosity. Her soft coos filled the quiet, and his heart swelled, though he fussed softly, adjusting her blanket, unsure if he was doing it right.

Ella, Halime, Teuila, and Nefertiti appeared beside him, their faces alight with anticipation. They gathered around, peering at Freya, whose gaze briefly flicked toward them before returning to Archer.

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