The birthing took forever as O Melhor listened to the pain in his lover's voice. He forced himself to continue skimming for danger, only turning to look when she called. Drifting towards her, he peered down at the colt she was cleaning. It was still laying on the ground and he was afraid that it was dead. But he was breathing, and the coffee colored stallion almost yelled out with joy. Their son was the best colt the stallion had ever seen, with white spots covering his black coat. Gently he reached down to inhale the scent, carefully bumping the bundle with his muzzle. He couldn't believe he had finally sired a child, and in his own home! Lifting his head back up, O Melhor turned towards Tallynne, nuzzling her.

"Tallynne," the stallion breathed, "he is beautiful. He will have a lovely home here in the Paradise, and he will have you and me to take care of him. Hopefully, though, the birds will not be his only playmates." It was a simply joke they had shared, nothing more. Although there were no mares with foals coming to the Paradise, he hoped they could go to the Falls with him someday soon. Moving forward, careful not to bump the bundle, he looped his neck over her withers, drinking in her scent.

This had been as perfect as he had wanted.