The pains had started in the early hours and had grown more hour after hour that had passed. Darkness had fallen upon the city once more and as Ingrid clutched the ropes that had been hung from the top of the bed to help her brace against it through the pain, she couldn't even tell what time it was any more.
She was tiring, drenched in sweat, and felt as though there would be no end. Caught up in another wave of pain, she didn't hear the door open and the midwife and physician greet the King in surprise.
"Sire, It's not a place that a King should be..." Ingrid looked over, seeing the midwife now trying to convince Steve that he should leave and 'let the widow do her work'. Another pain followed strongly, causing her to cry out and groan through it.
"If the King wishes to watch his son be brought into this world then you will do well to allow him the honour". She now glared at the midwife through gritted teeth and was helped to the birthing chair by the physician.
"I'm staying". Steve stated and came to kneel next to the chair that Ingrid was sat on, the midwife pulling up her nightgown to check for any progress. "What do you need me to do, tell me. If there's anything you need then you'll have it". He asked, brushing back some hair that was sticking to her brow.
Ingrid groaned out and then took his hand, clasping it tight. "I feel something..."
"I can see him, you need to push Ingrid..." The midwife instructed. "Now. Do it now!"
With a pained cry she bared down, the pressure mounting between her legs and the pain at it's worst. "Again! Harder! That's it, keep pushing he's half out".
Yeah. She could feel that he was.
With a strong push down her own cries were replaced by different ones, the midwife now holding up the baby to show her and the King. "A boy. You have a son your majesty". She beamed, ushering the baby away to the other side of the room to clean him up and wrap him in the waiting blankets.
Steve couldn't stop staring, a wave of euphoria hitting him hard.
He had a son. A prince. An heir to everything he had and more. All made possible by the woman beside him who's grip now loosened in his own.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have grabbed hold of your hand like that and without permission sire". She was catching her breath as her eyes now travelled towards the midwife bringing the baby over. As she went to hand the boy to Ingrid, the widow stopped her. "Let the King be the first hold his son. He has waited for this long enough".
If anything he was still surprised that she had apologised for something so innocent, but stood up and took the swaddled child in his arms. He was perfection. Staring down in adoration, he took in the baby's features. A small nose, wisps of light hair, lips that were clearly like Ingrid's. "You are the finest boy I've ever seen".
Looking down to Ingrid, he smiled broadly and then knelt back down beside her again. "He's everything I'd hoped for".
She nodded. "I am glad, sire".
"Don't apologise for grabbing my hand though. You needed support". He told her as he now passed the baby to her,
Her hand gently stroked his head, hushing him for a moment before the midwife expressed that he would need to be fed. "Then let her feed him". He instructed, knowing that she had told him that only widows were strictly allowed to feed their babies, unless they found that they could not. "I'll give her privacy".
She stopped him as he went to get up. "I think after watching the Prince come into this world, I do not need it. You are welcome to stay, unless you are needed elsewhere of course".
Steve shook his head. "Apart from telling the messengers to tell the city the news? I'm needed nowhere at this hour".
Ingrid unlaced part of her nightgown and latched the baby onto her breast, the boy now feeding happily. "Do you have a name for him?" She asked.
He'd given some thought potentially to it, but duties had prevented him from thinking about what would be suitable. Now as he looked at him, only one came to mind that he'd briefly considered.
"Kitt". He told her. "He looks like he could be called Kitt, unless you have any suggestions?"
Ingrid shook her head now smiling down at the baby in her arms. "Kitt is a fine name for a fine Prince".
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The One Shot Chapters (18+)
FanfictionA collection of one shots that include characters from stories that I have already published, as well as new ones. Warning! 18+ - Will contain sex, swearing and other mature content.
