[SilentFeather]

King Tristan nodded in understanding, wanting to walk but let his lover hold and carry him. He soon was in the comfortable bed that the two lover's shared, falling into the depths of a light slumber. He rested, feeling comfort by his lover's body heat. He slumbered, sensing his own body relaxing and becoming calm. He was tired, not minding the harsh kicks, stretches and other harsh, rough movements from the babe. "I would love if you could hold me." He said softly to his lover.

King Tristan was proud of having a loving husband, knowing that he was figuring when his son would soon be born in the world. He did the best that he could, not ever wanting to be a nuisance like some women because of pathetic complains. He carried the fully grown babe, his instincts told him that the babe would soon be born but knew that he needed to be patient. He was proud about that. The child would be a Prince. He could see it now, a wailing newborn taking first breaths.

King Tristan wanted to have a strong name for the babe. He and Erumollien could discuss about that topic at a later time. For now he dreamed in slumber. He stayed still but in his dream he was running after the child who was soon to be their newborn son, smiling. He sighed softly in his slumber, it was a breath that held true happiness and content. This was bliss.

King Tristan would ignore the pain and bring a child into the world for the first time. Soon it would be time.

King Tristan smiled with a happy glow, feeling as if he was able to be a true father just like his beloved husband would be as well. Truly he was blessed indeed. He smiled at his husband, never wanting to leave his husband's side, he was safe there. He was his happiest whenever his lover was close by him. He did not regret being in a relationship with his beloved. He wanted to never end, staying in his lover's open arms. He would never ever leave. He smiled, yawning as he awoke. He took a bath and put on new silks that were the colors of his own kingdom. He was blissful with each slow, sluggishly passing day. He was so very happy, wanting this to never end. Never. He looked at his stomach, noticing how large it was.

"Indeed my love, our son certainly is." King Tristan said, looking into his lover's eyes. "He is strong like you."