Nine months ago the best miracle occurred to you and Scaramouche. After trying so hard to conceive you finally got pregnant which, of course, the two of you celebrated.

Doctors appointments, baby showers, the nursery building, shopping for little clothes and toys… Every step in this new journey was as exciting as the last– and while there were some hard times along the pregnancy, it was rather enjoyable and pleasant to experience.

It was all worth it if it meant getting to know the little child you two made with so much love. Despite how scary and overwhelming labour may seem, you feel rather positive towards it– until your water broke, that is.

Suddenly all those months of mental preparation went down the drain. You felt nervous, anxious, unprepared and in pain. Scaramouche was equally afraid but of course he focuses on you and ensures your comfort and safety throughout the process.

He drives you to the hospital, where after a quick check up the nurses admit you and lead you to a private room.

They begin to prepare everything necessary for the magical moment and while everyone was excited, Scaramouche could tell how afraid and unsure you felt.

“It's going to be okay, my love.” Scaramouche whispers softly as he intertwines hands, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Everything will go smoothly and soon we will get to meet our little baby. I'll be by your side every single second, I promise.”