[SilentFeather]

With much effort Halcron lifted his head stiffly but boldly, his eyes following suit and meeting Vale's own, seeming to mirror the same exact yet complex situationed worry, nervously hitched of breath from time to time, sometimes cut off by grunts that went on for a full second, or even more. He whimpered softly, inhaling in a suckle upon the very teat of fresh oxygen, become increasingly desperate to breathe properly.

He quivered at the words "waters have broken" and "the baby can come" he was by far not prepared, even though he was more than equipped to handle this endeavor. As his lower abdomen was connected by a familiar hand, that of his Significant, his Dark one, he exhaled softly with serenity, a sense of safety and security flowing through his very being, the same exact sensation he felt when embraced by the same man, the corner of his lips twitched and arose upward into a soft smile like fashion, revealing his true sense of worthy strength through such terrible suffering.

Through it all he would remain in the battle, would brave all and even perish for his son. He did not know that he was soon to birth a rarity in his parts .. a daughter. "T-Thank you ever so kindly for c-cleaning me and a-as for c-carrying me .. I .. I would hate you a lot if I was d-disturbed from this bed right now .. but .. if it is for a worthwhile cause. I will cause you hellfire at a later time but for now, just proceed forth .. carry me to the s-sofa. I do not desire for our child to be born in such unsavory filth my rupturing and fluids have caused. I .. apologize for soiling your bed .. I .." He seemed to feel shameful for himself now, feeling disgust for his body all of a sudden but did not express forth such things.