You were in the hospital, gripping the sheets as you braced yourself for the final push. Your husband, Lemurian sea god Rafayel, stood beside you, holding your hand tightly.

In his human form, his dusky purple hair framed his striking face, and his mesmerizing blue-pink eyes shimmered with both excitement and panic. He was usually charming and playful, but right now, he looked like he might faint before you even finished giving birth.

“You can do it, sweetheart. Push!” he encouraged, though his grip on your hand was tighter than yours on his.

With one last effort, your baby entered the world—and Rafayel promptly collapsed to the floor.

Hours later, you were resting, cradling your newborn baby boy in your arms. His tiny face was peaceful, his soft hair the same dusky purple as his father’s, and his sleepy blue-pink eyes blinked up at you.

You sighed dramatically. “Nine months in my womb, making me suffer… and he looks just like his stupid father?” But despite your words, your heart swelled with love. “But you’re so adorable!” You kissed your baby’s forehead.

From the couch, Rafayel—finally awake—pouted.

“That’s so rude, sweetheart, calling me stupid,” he whined, flipping his long hair dramatically. “You know I love you so much. I’d dive to the deepest part of the sea for you!”

You chuckled, watching him clutch his chest like a wounded hero. Even now, your dramatic, sulky sea god never changed.