The Heir is Born Pt 2

Writers: Avery, Paula, Suzee
Date Posted: 25th January 2016

Characters: Telemon, Bryvin, Zelah
Description: Lady Xeladrie has her child.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 3, day 23 of Turn 8
Notes: Pt 2 of 2

Bryvin

Zelah

Bryvin had been back for some time when they finally reached this
stage. He'd spent most of the hours sitting, standing, and pacing but
now he moved forward to take her hand. "What can I do," he asked
Telemon.

"Lend her your strength, milord. You can also support her back,"
Telemon instructed. It sounded so much better than: try not to whimper
when she'll crush your fingers. He felt Xeladrie's muscles turn rock

hard under his touch. "Take a deep breath, milady."

Xeladrie took a breath and tensed up again. Every time she thought she
was able to handle the contractions the next one happened and she was
proven wrong. She was trying not to pant embarrassingly. She reached
for Bryvin's hand and squeezed. "Please just come out," she begged the
baby.

"Oh, the baby's coming whole the time," Telemon encouraged her.

Bryvin clenched his jaw and his eyes widened as his tiny wife almost
crushed his fingers. "You can do it," he ground out.

She was sweating and panting now. As the contraction ebbed her hand
loosened around Bryvin's. "I want to push. Please."

"Then fill your lungs and push. Your body knows what it is doing,
trust it," Telemon said.

Bryvin adjusted his seat and prepared mentally for the next crushing
grip from his wife. She was doing all the work, the least he could do
was support her as she did it. Afterwards he might decide to
celebrate in a different fashion. Drinking came to mind as a very
strong possibility.

Xeladrie took a deep breath, just as instructed, and pushed down.
Everything hurt. Her whole body felt involved in it and she was
panting. She just needed the baby out. This needed to be done. Her
hand gripped Bryvin's again as she felt the contractions. Something
was happening, something big. A few tears dripped as she focused.

"One or two more pushes and the head is out. Keep breathing," Telemon
encouraged her.

She had a precious moment of rest and breath before the next one. She
just wanted this to be done and over with. The baby needed to be
_out_. Another contraction happened - she pushed down - felt a tearing
and burning sensation. The pain was most intense now. She shifted
slightly and whimpered and pushed down again. Now she wasn't able to
talk or ask for anything. Everything was focused on the baby she was
bringing.

Telemon reached to help the baby out. "Hold on a moment, don't push.
The shoulders seem to be stuck," he warned them. He worked to turn the
baby around so that the shoulders would fit out better. If she pushed
when the baby was in wrong position, there could be damages to the
baby's shoulders, possibly paralyzed arm.

**_Don't_ push?** she thought in horror, fighting her body's urges.
She just wanted it done. But he was the Healer and he must have known
what he was doing. She had to trust him. "Tell me when."

Telemon got the shoulders free. "Okay, now. One more push and the baby's out."

"Almost done sweetheart," Bryvin whispered in his wife's ear.

One more push. She could handle that. Xeladrie bore down with her body
and with her will, concentrating on the breath, the push. Her hand
squeezed Bryvin's for strength, not that she noticed exactly how hard
in all of the effort that she was putting in. And then she felt it.
Something happened. The baby slipped free.

Telemon gave the baby a preliminäry, quick exam before dealing with
the cord. "Congratulations, my lord, my lady, you have a son," he
declared.

"A son?" Xeladrie gasped. An heir for Bryvin. Exactly what he wanted.
Surely he'd be thrilled.

The midwife reached for the baby. "He's so precious. What will you
name him, my lord?"

Telemon trusted the midwife to do her job without any instructions from him. His concern now was Lady Xeladrie. He examined her for damages. "I think we need a stitch or two here. And you still need to push out the afterbirths," he said and went to get his supplies.

Xeladrie felt exhausted and was leaning back. She wanted to sleep but her body was still contracting. She felt strange. Weary and drained. "Stitches?" she asked.

"Small amount of tearing. It's normal for a first timer. You might find sitting slightly uncomfortable for few days. Pillow on the seat helps," Telemon replied and get to work. Thanks for the numbweed, she wouldn't feel a thing.

Bryvin smiled and kissed his wife. "Brylex," he said proudly in answer to the healers question. Then his eyes followed the midwife until she brought the tiny bundle back. "There he is my dear," he nodded.

"Brylex. Our son," she said.

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