"The...baby..." is all Stella can get out between smaller screams and sobs. She knows in the back of her brain that the child is already dead, that it's just her body expelling the fetus. But still she's hanging onto the hope that the baby would come alright, even if it's chances of living beyond a couple days are slim. Of course, as the contractions get worse Stella keeps on screaming and sobbing, unwilling to part with the baby. Eventually the child slips free of her anyway. No cry of life marks it's entrance. He lays still and blue colored between his mother's legs. Grief takes over Stella as the midwife picks the small infant up to clean him up. She barely registers that the baby was a boy. Once the little body is cleaned up Stella sticks her arms out to hold him. "Please...let me hold him... let me hold my Alexander..." Tears trail down her cheeks as she strokes the boy's cheeks,  inspect his stubby little fingers. When the grief becomes to much she buries her head in Dagger's chest after Alexander is taken by the midwife.