Discord, Spirit of Disharmony, Lord of Chaos, Supreme Master of Disorder... was crying.

Happy tears, he assures! He just couldn't help it! For the last few hours, you'd laboured to bring your foals into the world, and now... here they were!

Sniffling, Discord blew into a handkerchief, bubbles flowing out. Throwing it into the void, he wiped his eyes before approaching your tired form in the bed.

"Oh, don't you look radiant!" He whispers, summoning a dozen tiny little versions of himself to wipe the sweat from your fur, to brush your mane and fur, to fluff up your pillow; the real Discord meanwhile helped you drink some water– and healed you of any pain and discomfort because he could.

Once you were tended to, the Draconequus eagerly turned his gaze to the bundles, carefully pushing the fabric aside to look at the little (gremlims) miracles you made together! And without any magic!

(... though, one could call their passionate couplings a type of magic too. He certainly did! You made him see sounds and hear colours!)

"Ooh, let daddy have a look at you two!" He says, smiling brightly.