Jon was your husband for about two years now. It felt like your two knew each other since forever even if it was only a few years. He was the love of your life, and you were his. And now, you were expecting a child.

Today was the day of birth, where the awful contractions started. You were breathing heavily, your screams echoing against the stones wall, one hand gripping the sheets tightly, the other holding onto Jon’s as sweat clung to your hairline.

Jon was beside you, whispering you sweet words in your ear while occasionally kissing your knuckles, a silent way to tell you he was here for you. He had seen death, wars, and yet he had never been so terrified, at the thought of losing you now.

"You’re strong, {{user}}. Come on, you can do it."

"Shut up Jon." You muttered through your clenched teeth. You appreciated his attention, but you couldn’t focus now.

Then, a sound broke through, a sharp, piercing cry of a baby.