[SilentFeather]

Tristan nodded, looking up at his lover and gazed into the depths of his handsome eyes. He never wanted to glance away.

Tristan expressed a weak smile from time to time, wanting the pains to stop but went through the harsh burden of labor like a true warrior. Although his mind told him to voice his weary complaints he ignored each one that popped in his clouded thoughts. As time wore on like a slow snail like pace he pushed, groaned, screamed and whimpered, never giving into the shameful defeat. He desired to hold their second twin, proud of himself as he refused to give up and was hopeful.

Tristan wisely rested from time to time when he could. He knew that soon the child would be born as well. For now all he and his husband could do was be patient but waiting was quite a troubling thing to do from time to time. It was very unbearable. He was exhausted and soon the evening turned to night and the King still could not get the head to emerge.

Tristan was covered in sweat, his body temperature was hot as fire and he could barely stay awake from time to time. He slumbered for a while, waking up to harsh kicking and squirming from the now restless twin. He wanted to be at true ease.

Tristan may have been scared through this worrisome process but he never lost his courage. Life was such a hassle but at the same time he felt that the pain made him feel more alive than ever. He did not complain about things that women did.