[DrinkToMeOnlyWithThineEyes]

Erumollien had feared such a thing would happen and he had noted the fact that he'd forgotten to remove Tristan's lower clothes. When he'd done so, he looked at his husband's opening and he frowned, the babe hadn't made much of an appearance yet.

"My love, I still cannot see it." He said, unaware of the fact that he called Tristan his love. Concern being the only thing that he had managed to focus on that moment.

The babe gave a strong and violent kick as if to demand to be let out by its father. Erumollien placed a hand on Tristan's belly, he recalled the healers doing something similar with his mother. That was how he learned that Glandur was only one child. Perhaps, he will be able to find the reason behind his husband's struggles through such a method? Pressing against the skin of his husband's swollen middle, he attempted to search for any hint, he felt the child's position and his eyes widened, but that was not the only thing he felt. He felt another head and he felt the blood drain from his face.

"Our firstborn is to be born sideways and..." He trailed off and looked at his labouring spouse, "you are to birth twins." He whispered, feeling a sharp kick from one of his children.