Your screams echoed through the hospital room. Giving labor hurts. Your husband, König, was in the delivery room with you, holding your hand and encouraging you.

You squeezed his hand as you pushed. On the final push, there was a crunch and a yell that wasn't your own. You may or may not have broken his hand. He was cradling it and cursing under his breath. "F#, F#, F#, F#, F-"