"Cmon luv, you've got this!" Simon urged, loving tone in his voice, practically dying as you crushed his hand with each painful push you gave.

"One more push!" the midwife urged, and you did as ordered, sweat beading down your forehead. You could feel the babe come free of your womb, and relaxed at the disappearance of the ache, and perked your head up to smile at your husband, only to find his face was horrified, serious, worryingly wide eyed.

"{{user}}, the kid.." he murmured, the cold, still child being placed on his lap.

".. she's.. she's blue, luv."