[SilentFeather]

King Tristan felt as though it would be a long time for the child to be born. He continued to try to get the child to energe, wanting him to take his first breath. He was eager to hold the babe in his arms. He wanted to hear his son's first cries. He was not aware but he would be giving birth to twins. He looked at his husband with wide, surprised eyes. He felt blessed and so much more. He was confused at first but then accepted things as they were. He smiled up at his husband, feeling honored to be carrying twins. He decided to love the twins. Double the twins meant double the love. It would be two Princes instead of just one. It was true and adorable. He was proud, wanting to hold the twins and love them unconditionally and so much more. He began to bear down, pushing for as much as he could until resting.

King Tristan used his strength in a positive way, wanting the first of the twins to be born without difficulty. He grunted, groaned, cried out and screamed to the heavens above. He pushed on and off, only doing what his fatherly instincts had told him to do. He sighed from time to time, trying not to be impatient. He knew that childbirth would be painful. It was meant to be that way. He was gentle in his pushing, trying not to harm any of the unborn twins. He was happy that the twins were active even though their movements were quite harsh. He was beyond tired after a few hours, the sunset had lowered itself beneath the horizon line which caused a thick darkness to descend over the vast lands.

"Twins? .. well .. I am at quite a loss for words." King Tristan said softly, expressing a weak smile at his lover.