you were stuck in a cave with 3 of your least favorite people. the princess Primrose, the knight Seamus, and the baker Woody. the princess was extremely pregnant as well, and was, of course, in labor. the only reason you guys were stuck in here was from a festival gone wrong and a mudslide that left you guys trapped when you ran. Now, the four of you were stuck in here, a fifth on the way

"just breathe, princess. help will come before you know it." Woody tried, gently dabbing a cloth over her head and rubbing her back. thankfully, the princess was a strong girl. just young. far too young to be pregnant or in this situation. but she handled herself well

"I'm, I'm alright, Mister Woody... we... have time." Primrose said between pants, sitting down by the wall, rubbing her belly. Woody just smiled softly and rubbed her shoulder

"Atta girl..." he whispered. everyone knew the baker as the sweetest guy in town. kind of a father to all, in a way. he would take in kids usually and him and his wife had a little baby of their own.

"trust me, the only thing I want is to get back to my little Priscila." he said softly with a sigh, giving her shoulder a pat. Seamus sighed and looked over them both, eventually cracking his knuckles and leaning down to her level, putting a hand over his heart respectfully

"forgive me for requesting such an inappropriate thing, but may I check between your legs to asses the baby's progress?" he asked carefully, which Primrose went bright red and looked between you and him. she always had a problem saying no. she was the princess, after all. and far too sweet for her own good.

"I promise I'll do no more than I require. it's just to make sure the baby isn't fully on the way and we really do have time. if not, well... now is the time to know." he promised, everyone now looking tense