Bleeding Heart - 140 Prince Quertiz

Arrion was both worried and excited at the same time. Mostly excited though. The priests were currently with Dawn as she gave birth to their firstborn child.

They had had him wait outside, one of the older ones had made that call. Apparently, his father had not behaved when they had let him in when he himself had been being born. And they did not want to go through that again.

He had not been able to say anything. The truth was he was actually quite like his father had been, and he could see himself misbehaving. Not that he would do anything drastic but he might try to cuddle his wife…

So, yeah. They had banned him from the room. Which served to make him more nervous. He wanted to see his wife. Wanted to be the first person to hold his son.

He stared at the door, feeling more than a little frustrated. And what if his queen needed him? Dawn took great comfort in his presence. He doubted she would even have minded if he had climbed up and attempted to hold her as she gave birth. Well, maybe a little. And she would be vocal about her displeasure.

He sighed and then sent another prayer up to Xi’Eli. This was probably the most he had prayed in a single day. Not that he didn’t pray frequently but his nervousness over Dawn’s condition translated entirely into prayer. He had been praying continuously.

Finally, Geris came out and smiled at him, “You can come in and see your son now, and don’t worry – your wife is fine.”

Arrion shot into the room as soon as he was told it was okay. Dawn was smiling, though she looked exhausted. But she was almost glowing in happiness. No, she was actually glowing. It was just faint but she was actually glowing.

He ignored his wife’s strange, barely understood, powers and went over to her. Their child was in her arms, a healthy looking boy who was crying heartily.

Arrion looked at the two of them for a moment, his heart trembling with happiness. It was so good to have this, the love of his wife, and a child. He stepped even closer to her and just gathered her into his arms as words failed him.

“Oh!” Dawn let out a little gasp but then she squirmed a little, “Loosen up, your squishing me and be a bit more aware of the child!”

Hearing the worry in her voice as she mentioned their child made him smile. She already sounded so protective of their little cub.

“She’s right, Your Majesty.” Geris sounded a bit exasperated, “You need to be gentle with her at the moment. She just gave birth. And don’t squish your son!”

With that the old and wise priest followed the rest of the priests out. Arrion watched him go and then turned back to his wife. Dawn gave him a beaming smile that nearly blinded him. “You can hug me, my king, but do be gentle.”

He wrapped his arm around his lovely wife and gently pulled her into his side as he climbed up on the bed with her. She snuggled into him, her eyes closing as she relaxed from the ordeal she had just gone through.

He took their son out of her arms and looked down at him, “So, Dawn, my little flower, whatever shall we name our son? Can’t escape this conversation now, dear.”

A soft laugh escaped her beautiful lips and she opened her eyes and looked at him, “Didn’t we already discuss this?”

“So you were paying attention!” He kissed her nose affectionately. “I thought it was odd you didn’t run out of the room. But you didn’t really say anything.”

She nestled into him, “Well, why would I run when I was already pregnant. Silly man. And besides, I was willing to talk about children ever since we got back…”

“I see. So which of the names did you actually like the best?”

“…Quertiz.” She smiled at him, ���I liked that name.”

“Prince Quertiz of the Kingdom of Lumna. Alright then, sounds perfect to me.” He tapped his little son’s nose. “If he is anything like me, expect him to be mischievous as all get out. Sorry about that.”

“I think that I can handle a little mischief maker after dealing with the big one so long.”

She had a point, so he left it at that. She was used to him, so how much worse could their child be? Other than the fact that he had to learn what was okay and what wasn’t. But that would be taught in a few years.