This is a series of slice of life shorts. One day, if I ever get enough written, I might release them as a short story. However, this is written more for fun.
“Breathe dear, just breathe!” holding his wife’s hand, Alexander Lim plasters the best, most comforting smile he can on his face. A rail thin 6 foot, brown haired man with a pair of glasses that covered surprisingly clear blue eyes, Alex was doing his best to hide the pain in his hand as his wife squeezed again, nearly crushing his hand.
“I hate you!” his wife grunted, bent over as her body was wracked by another contraction. It hurt worst then the time a manticore had managed to bite into her shoulder, worst than the bear trap that had caught her leg when she first started Adventuring. It was the worst pain she had ever felt bar one.
“Yes dear,” Alex replies automatically. He reaches to the side, holding up the cup as she slowly releases his hand, offering his beautiful, sweaty and angry wife the cooled rosehip tea. As she releases his hand, he exhales gently, careful not to bother her. “The contractions are coming faster now, it shouldn’t be too long.”
“You said that two hours ago!” Faye says, leaning back on the bed as she wipes her damp blonde hair from her face.
“I know…” Alex leans over to kiss her forehead, an act that has her hissing at him. He stops, still smiling at her. “You are doing well.”
“… aaarrgh!!!” again she squeezes on his hand as the contraction hits her.
Achievement Unlocked! Create a Family
Title Unlocked: Father
New Ability Gained: Dad Voice
“Mr. Lim?” the midwife finishes the baby away, offering the creature to him. A bit dazed, Alex dismisses the notifications and takes hold of the child, staring at the little brown haired delight in his arms. Oh god, what if he dropped it. Panicking, he holds the creature as if it could break with the slightest jar, his eyes wide. His son was staring at him!
He only moves when the midwife pokes him to shift as she cleans up his wife. When the sheets are changed and Faye cleaned, the midwife takes the baby away from the reluctant husband to transfer to his wife, murmuring “He needs to feed.”
“Oh… okay,” Alex nods and slowly takes a seat, wringing his hand slightly. The midwife looks at him and comes back a moment later with an enchanted pack of ice which he gratefully wraps around his arm.
Baby and mother are resting, the child absently sucking on her breast as it sleeps. Smiling, Alex leans back, his own eyes drifting shut. 30 hours of labour was a bit much