Caught~

Month 9: birth

I'm going ahead and skipping all the way from the 2nd month to the 9th month... (I'm also running out of images for the parts oopsies)

It is now the day Kind gives birth, in a hospital instead naturally. Striker was outside in the waiting room, while Kind was already giving birth to both twins.

Striker would be waiting outside... and he couldn't help but feel super anxious and filled with worry for his wife as she gave birth... the fact that he had to just wait while she went through something that could be life or death for her didn't sit right with him... and it was enough to make his heart race and his face start to sweat because of this. He didn't care if he looked like a total mess, he just wanted Kind to be okay... and for their children to be born and be okay...

Soon enough, the heavy and loud grunts of labor in the delivery room seemed to halt, and they turn into joyful pants. Seems like the birth was a success, for both parties. A female doctor walks out of the room, and goes to Striker, saying he could come into the the delivery room if he wanted to. Striker would nod and then rush right along into the delivery room, his pace being slightly faster than a normal walk... as he entered, his face was filled with so much relief, but at the same time, so much joy and happiness, that he was almost crying...

Tears of joy started to roll down his cheeks, as he looked at Kind laying on the hospital bed... her face looked tired, but she was smiling. And then he saw the two babies in their little boxes besides her, and that's when he nearly broke down... as he approached the babies, his knees were starting to shake... Kind watched as Striker had tears welling, and running down from his eyes to his cheeks. And smiled softly, seeing how much care for the babies Striker had displayed in those emotions of his. It made her day.

Striker would then get closer to the babies, as he looked at the small little children... they both seemed to be healthy, and they were both just adorable... Striker would stare at both of them, before leaning closer to their baby-boxes to get a closer look at them... he then started to softly tap both of their baby-boxes, gently caressing them as he smiled and tried not to cry. Both of the Half-German baby imp boys both took some looks from their father- white hair, very pale redish skin, and something near his tail- only one took the imp tail gene (that baby imp would be named Cain).. the other one...(who was going to be named Hex) took most of Kind's genes as well; same white hair, but Hex had a small fox tail, and ears, while Cain had Striker's horns and imp tail.

Striker would notice how both of the babies were so similar to him in some ways... their hair was white... their skin was red... and one of them looked to have taken his tail, while the other took Kind's fox tail... it was cute... adorable... and Striker couldn't help but just find both of them cute as he looked at them... but he couldn't just keep staring, he needed to go closer... he needed the babies to be closer to his touch... he wanted to hold them... And so, Striker would approach Hex... he reached out, gently grabbing the baby-box and pulling it close to his chest... he would then start to slowly hold Hex, and then pick him up... holding the baby close to his chest as he smiled softly at him... Striker felt something inside of him just... melt... it was like everything felt perfect now that he was holding his son in his hands for the first time after waiting for him for months...

Striker couldn't resist himself anymore, he was so happy... and he wanted to feel even more happy... and so, while still holding Hex with one hand, he would then reach out and pick up Cain as well... as he held both of his babies close to him, Striker started to tear up again... all four were together again, for the first time since they were conceived, after months of separation... Striker was simply filled to the brim with happiness as he gently rocked both of the babies in his arms, one in each hand... Kind watched, her eyes droopy with tiredness from giving birth, at the adorable and sweet sight of her husband holding both of their babies. It was heart warming, and his happy tears made it even more sweeter. Kind smiled and nuzzled her head down against the pillow and dozed off; too tired clearly. She needed rest from pushing.