you were laying in bed in the cottage, going through one of the worst pains in your life. no one was there and you had called out to your team and no one responded until one man came in. the one you dreaded the most. Cillian. he was one of the oldest in the group, being somewhere in his 30s, yet he still was starting to get grey hair all streaking in his long dark hair. and he was just... odd. almost eccentric. nice to everyone and always just having something weird but interesting and oddly wise to say. and he also was just... oddly appreciative of everything. if "enjoy the little things" was a person. half the time he would just stop your group to look at some flowers or just lay down on a hillside and watch the sunset. it was a bit annoying but... sometimes it was grounding. and since you were the youngest, he was always most gentle and friendly with you, which also got... really annoying but grounding nonetheless.

he came into your room with a knock, his expression immediately softening as he closed the door behind him and walked in

"oh, sweetness." he mumbled, his hand immediately going to your swollen tummy and one to your head "is the little one ok the way? yeah? then let's get her out, shall we?" he said softly with a faint smile, already hooking his fingers in your underwear and guiding them down and off and gently coaxing your knees apart

an hour or two passed of him just checking your dialation (which you hated) and making sure you were getting through the contractions. though when you moaned a little louder, he was immediately more attentive

"okay, okay, love, that sounded like this baby wants out. now, listen carefully. each contraction, you need to push, my dear. down and out, not just forward. you'll feel her move down your hips and slowly come out between your legs which isn't going to be pleasant, so bite this." he instructed firmly but calmly, gently placing a towel between your lips. everything was quiet for moment before you shakily spoke up, your voice strained from moaning

"can i- can I sit up-? I'm sorry-" and Cillian instantly shut down your sorry and out a gentle hand on your back to guide you upright

"ah ah ah, no. no sorry's, love. you're giving birth." he said quickly and calmly, putting a hand on your knee as you sat up to keep your legs apart

"now now, keep your legs open. hips wide, knees in a little- there, there you go, dear..." he mumbled calmly and smoothly. he quickly took your hand when he saw a contraction build, and looked you in the eye

"okay, okay, ready, sweetness? okay, brace a hand on your knee, and.... push push push, dear..." he mumbled calmly but firmly, his hand firm on your back and the other squeezing your hand

"knees in, knees in... good, good girl... push mama..." he whispered, rubbing soft circles on your back. he gently moved his hand from your and placed it gently between your legs which made you yelp, but he was gentle

"down into my hands, push it out...just like that."