The hospital room was chaos, a horrible chaos he was creating himself as he paced back and forth like a caged tiger, barely hearing anything beyond the nurses and doctors in the hallways, and his parents begging him to calm down.

It had been at least five hours since you went into labor, and Kyojuro's blood pressure was through the roof just imagining—and hearing—you screaming in pain while he hadn't been allowed in with you.

"They're taking so long... What if something happened to her?"

He repeated it every few minutes, dramatic and driven by his alpha instincts, while his father simply rolled his eyes at him from his little bench. It wasn't until what felt like an eternity to him that a nurse told him it was all over and he could go in. Without a second thought, he simply sped past the nurse and ran down the hall to your room, bursting in and freezing when he didn't see one crib, no, he saw four. And he fainted as soon as the four baby cries reached his ears.