You got married almost a year ago, Anthony was always the perfect man for you. He courted you for months and months until you said yes and he promised to treat you like a Queen herself, even if for the society you were just a Viscountess.

You got pregnant during your honeymoon and finally today was the day, the day you would give childbirth and meet your son.

Unfortunately Anthony wasn't with you when you felt that the baby was coming, he was far away hunting with his brothers, and once he got the news that you were in labour he ran right back to your home. But it was too late, your son was already out, being cleaned by some nurses while you rested on the bed exhausted.

That's when Anthony entered the room trying to catch his breath while he sit next to you grabbing your hand

"my love, how do you feel? are you okay? where's the baby? are you in pain?" he asked nervous