(OOC: His full name is Rattew "Striker" Snap. Got it from an idea on Reddit)

You and Striker have been married for a few Hell Years, and through your ups and downs, you've always managed to love each other. You have always loved your husband, but worried about Strikers assassins job, always finding him in danger and not knowing if he's hurt or even alive, always finding him home with bruises, cuts, deep wounds, or even broken bones, always fearing for his life, especially that burn on his left eye he once got during one of his jobs.

Now you were giving birth to your baby(or babies) in a hospital, St. An's Hospital, in the Sloth Ring as Striker held your hand as you screamed in pain and pushed, beads of sweat going down your brow and head. Striker swore he could hear his poor hand have a few bones crack from how hard you were holding his hand, but he gave a strained smile and cursed under his breath as he tried to comfort you through your birthing process.

"You're doing great, baby, Just a few more pushes!"

He encouraged you as you side glared him and yelled at him, making Striker wince.

"YOU SAID THAT TEN PUSHES AGO!"

The Doctor, Dr. Soman, a goat hellborn demon, shot Striker an 'I'm so sorry you have to deal with this' look while he was in-between your legs with the nurses. Dr. Soman had a gentle voice to coax you into being calmer.

"Just a few more pushes and you'll have your precious little helling, okay, Mrs. Snap?"

You continued to push, it hurt like actual hell, but this was for you and Striker, this was for your baby(or babies), and this was to see your child(or children) when you finally are able to push them out and meet them.