Ark One: Fate of Eostia Part Seventeen
(Uta POV)
Out of all the times my water could've broken, it had to be when Typhon was unconscious.
Even though I know Olga isn't at fault for what happened, I still wanna bash her fucking skull in for it.
I need Typhon with me, and I need him now!!!
Oh well, no use in bitching about it.
I have to focus on getting three miniature Lunarians, after all.
I can't believe I'm really gonna be a mom. I'm excited but terrified at the same time...
What if I'm a terrible mom?
What if I hurt them by accident?
What if one or all of them die?
What if they don't love me?
What if I die giving birth to them?
So, possibilities came to mind, my head started spinning, my heart started pounding like a jackhammer, and I felt my fear skyrocket to overwhelming levels.
Is that what all women felt when they were about to bring new life into the world?
If so, I can understand why so many would be terrified of the prospect of giving birth.
Yet, I can also understand why so many would willingly go through this.
Bringing another life into the world, especially if it's out of love, is a beautiful and precious thing...
But why did it have to be so fucking painful!
"Fucking cunt!" I cursed as I felt an indescribable amount of pain. "IMMA KICK TYPHON'S ASS FOR PUTTING ME THROUGH THIS! FUCK!!"
God, Ulti's really rubbing off on me.
"Uta,I know it hurts, but I need you to calm down and take several deep breaths," Celestine instructed, and I did as she said.
I felt the pain lessen by a significant degree, it still hurt like a bitch, but it was far more manageable.
"Did you use a spell?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Indeed, I lessened the pain you should feel, and it'll quicken the birthing process," she smiled.
"I see," I smiled. "Thank you...it won't affect the babies, will it?" I asked worriedly, feeling my motherly side kicking in.
She shook her head. "No, the babes will be fine," she replied, making me sigh of relief.
"That's g-good," I grunted in pain. "Fuck."
"Come on, keep pushing!" Olga demanded.
I don't know how long I've been pushing or screaming, but after what felt like an eternity, I heard.
"It's a boy!"
(Crow POV)
"Typhon, wake the fuck up!" I heard, but I felt a painful, stinging sensation on my face.
"Ah, what the fuck?!!" I yelled groggily.
"About time you woke up!" King huffed.
"W-what happened?"
"That's not important right now," King lifted me, bringing me back to my feet. "Uta is in labor," he revealed, shocking me.
I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
"WHERE IS SHE?!" I demanded, surprising him.
"She's in your guy's room."
When he revealed that, I rushed towards my room at blinding speeds but stopped when I saw everyone in the hall where Olga's room was.
"How's she doing?" I asked.
"Why don't you go see for yourself?" Ulti suggested. "Olga said nobody besides you was allowed in."
Doing exactly that, I opened the door to my room, and my breath hitched at what I saw.
In Uta's arms was one of our children, with the others being held by Celestine and Olga.
When Uta saw me, she gave me a loving yet tired smile.
"Hey, love."
"Hey," I replied and made my way over to her. "Sorry I wasn't here to support you..." my tone was filled with shame.
"It's ok, love; it wasn't your fault," Uta replied with a soft and understanding tone. "What matters is that you're here."
I looked at our child. I was overwhelmed with happiness and disbelief.
He was a big one, probably weighing below or around eleven pounds...god, I feel terrible for Uta having to push him out...
Anyway, he had a mixture of my and Uta's hair. His right side was black with red highlights, and his left was red with white highlights. His skin tone was a lighter shade than mine, and he had multi-colored eyes. His right eye was bright purple, and his left was fiery red. He was a perfect mix of both of us...
"Isn't he beautiful?" Uta asked with a loving tone.
"Y-Yeah is...can...can I hold him?" I asked hesitantly.
"Of course," Uta smiled.
She carefully handed him to me, and I gently took him. I looked into my son's eyes, and he looked into mine.
"Hi, little guy," my voice was low, strained, and filled with emotion. "I'm your father..." the babe smiled and giggled, making the feelings I felt stirring into me harder to control. "I promise I'll be the best dad ever and always protect you guys..." I felt a tear run down my cheek.
Fuck I broke. But I didn't care. How couldn't I when I was holding this little guy?
"Do you have a name for them?" Olga asked.
"Yeah..." I smiled. "We agreed our firstborn son will be named Ragnarok, our other son will be named Fenrir, and our daughter will be called...Genesis..."
"Those are some unique names," Olga complimented.
I smiled at her. "Thank you," I looked back at my boy. "So, is this one the oldest?" I asked.
"Yep, and the biggest," Uta said with a proud and happy tone. "Fenrir is the second heaviest, weighing eight pounds, and Genesis is the lightest, weighing six pounds."
Fuck!
That's twenty-three pounds right there...
Now that I think about it, Yamato is carrying five kids, and due to her heritage, they'll obviously be larger...
God, I don't envy her...
"Damn, we made some big kids," Typhon chuckled.
After holding Ragnar, I bit I gave my other kids some attention before I let the others meet them.
Fenrir had black hair with prominent red and white highlights, his eyes were red with hints of purple, and his skin color was the same shade as Ragnar's.
Genesis's hair was like Uta's, with her right half being red, her left half being white, and her eyes being bright purple with hints of red. The only thing she got from me was my skin tone.
Once I spent enough time with them and Uta was taken to our room to rest, I allowed the others to meet the newborns.
And, of course, everyone loved them and took turns holding them.
Currently, Ulti was holding Ragnar, Yamato was holding Fenrir, and King was carrying Genesis.
"So, how does it feel to be a father?" Mikasa asked.
I smiled. "Terrifying," I said honestly, making Mikasa chuckle lightly. "But it also feels...right, you know. Like I'm supposed to be a father. Does that sound stupid?"
"No, it doesn't," she smiled at me. "I think you're going to make a wonderful father."
"Think so?"
"I know so," she rested her head on my shoulder. "I might've only known you for a few months, but I know you're a good and reliable man. You have your flaws, yes, but who doesn't?" she said rhetorically.
"You're right," I sighed and rested my head on hers.
"Of course I am," she joked, making me snort.
After a few hours, I took the kids to our room so that they could rest.
End.