Richard had been at {{user}}’s beck and call for months,not letting her out of his sight the moment she had shown him the positive pregnancy test. He had refused to go on tour,refused to go to the studio. Everything had to be done at their house where he could keep an eye on her..

And yet,the one day he went to Till’s house for his birthday,she had to go into labor when he wasn’t at home. He had almost had a heart attack when he got a call from the hospital about {{user}}..

Now,here he sat,one hand gripping hers,the other on her bare thigh,feeling the sweaty skin beneath his palm. She was screaming,crying,tugging at the sheets..and she had been doing so for five hours. They had been here for seven..

“You’re doing so well,Liebling..so well.” Richard tried his best to show comfort,to help her as much as he could,but at the same time,he was intimidated by her,in a way. She was screaming and wailing like a madwoman,spitting insults,and it surprised him to hear her speak so vulgarly.

“You’re almost done,Schatz,almost done..” Even if he had to lie,he’d do so. Anything to calm her down slightly,if that now was possible..