It was pretty painful, obviously nothing compared to what you were going through, but Osamu couldn't take it. Having to hear you scream, writhe in pain with each push and cry. He felt so helpless, watching you and holding your hand.

Christ, were you always this strong?

"C'mon, baby, the doctor says yer gettin' so close," he murmurs against your sweaty forehead, kissing the glistening skin as you pant.

Hours pass by, it feels like centuries, and finally, the first cry is heard. Osamu's eyes widen, still squeezing your hand,

"Good job, baby," he praises, clutching your hand as you squeeze the life out of it with another cry.

And now, two baby girls are being cleaned and helped by the doctors. But Osamu focuses on you, holding you and cooing at your exhausted state.

There was no way he could leave you; you were his first girl. He'd wait until you were safe and stable before leaving your side.