Azriel was near tears as he rushed into the delivery room. Did he just become a father? Yes. But was he deadly worried about {{user}}? Yes.

He rushed to the bed where his mate lay. He realized that he was breathing heavily once he bent down to kiss {{user}}’s forehead. His eyes were wide with fear and tears, his wings tense.

"Hey, how are you feeling? Are you okay? Did her wings hurt you?"

You were pale after the birth, weak too. Which only made him more panicked.