The others shifted closer, forming a gentle ring around the new life they'd created. The golden light that still clung to their skin began to gather, soft and slow, drawn like threads of honey toward the sprout. Jude watched as the energy seeped into the ground, not drained, but offered - willingly, lovingly. The earth responded with a low hum, a bass note that resonated in his bones.
Stella reached over and touched his shoulder. "Do you feel that?"
He nodded. "It's feeding from us."
"Not feeding," Emma said. "Bonding."
Grace tilted her head. "Like it needs our love to grow."
Natalie leaned in, her breath cool against his ear. "It was born of us. It's one of us."
The sprout trembled, then slowly stretched upward. It wasn't fast, not like magic in a storybook - but steady, sure. Jude felt it in his chest again, that blooming warmth that made his breath hitch and his eyes sting. It was like watching a miracle happen one heartbeat at a time.