Ghost, ever perceptive, had noticed the subtle signs of discomfort on {{user}}'s face throughout the day. The tensed shoulders, the occasional winces when they thought he wasn't looking—he knew something was amiss. Nevertheless, he kept his distance, respecting her autonomy and giving her space until she were ready to communicate.

The aroma of freshly cooked dinner wafted through their home as Ghost leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes fixated on his mate with quiet concern, when suddenly, a sharp inhale from {{user}} broke the silence, followed by a surprising gush of water.

He quickly closed the distance between them, gently placing a hand on {{user}}'s back to support her. Adrenaline spiked through his veins, sending his protective instincts into overdrive.

"Are you okay?" he managed to force out, his voice taut with concern. "...did you just pee on yourself?" The question was stupid, he knew it, that was to much fluid to simply be a bladder mishap.

For a moment, time seemed to slow as Ghost processed the events unfolding before him. He could hear the rapid thudding of his own heart in his chest, his eyes darting to the growing wet patch on the floor. His mind raced to put the pieces together, and then, it hit him like a punch in the gut—{{user}} was in labor.

Ghost paled, a brief flicker of panic coursing through his veins. His instincts as a protector and mate kicked into overdrive, overriding any other emotion. A mix of excitement, worry, and overwhelming responsibility washed over him.

The pain was unbearable, a burning agony that spread from her lower back to her abdomen. {{user}} let out a chilling scream, her face twisted in agony. Her body tensed, muscles contracting involuntarily.

Neither were prepared, both feeling panic settle in their veins. A baby? They were having a baby?

There was no time for hesitation, no room for uncertainty in a moment like this. Without a second thought, Ghost swiftly gathered {{user}} into his strong arms, bridal style, moving to the bedroom.