Judar Scenarios and One Shots

Little One

Summary:

anonymous asked:

Judar scenario where he meets his newborn son for the first time?

Rating - Teen; Cursing

Judar yawned from his place within his tree, tossing the remains of a peach down to the earth below. That morning, he had been in serious need of some alone time, the crankiness of his pregnant wife having gotten on his last nerve. Though she had been driving him crazy, he wasn't upset with her, knowing it wasn't exactly her fault. She was at the end of the pregnancy, her stomach so swollen she could barely even get around, and he knew she was extremely uncomfortable. But, as she slept in that morning, he decided to take some time to himself in his beloved tree. Since it was the middle of summer, it was fully bloomed, and he felt at peace in the shade provided by the leaves. He knew he must have been up here a few hours already, the sun higher in the sky and the activity of the people in the palace increasing. Still, he did not move, perfectly content to rest in the tree until he was called away.

Stretching, he adjusted his position to lean back further, deciding to try and nap for a moment. His arms resting behind his head, one leg dangling down from the branch, Judar closed his eyes to try and drift off into slumber. Listening to the sound of the wind rustling the leaves and the soft chatter of people below began to lull him into unconsciousness, the warmth from the sun-

"Lord Judar!!"

Judar was snatched out of his slumber by the sound of the screeching voice, causing his body to jerk. He gripped onto the branch tightly, nearly falling off from the shock. Breathing heavily, he peered down through the branches, seeing a woman frantically searching around the garden. She looked like a servant, and he became annoyed that someone of such low stature would be calling to him like that. He watched silently as she called his name again, picking up on the fact that she was in a huge hurry. With a sigh, he decided he had better respond, even though he dreaded the thought of being pulled away from his tree. Pushing himself off the branch, he lowered himself easily with magic, landing with ease on the stone ground. "What is it?"

The woman instantly jerked around when she heard him, quickly scurrying her way over before she bowed down in respect. "M-My Lord, I'm sorry to disrupt you, but it's your wife!" Judar felt a chill run down his spine as his stomach churned, immediately realizing why the woman was so frantic. Without responding, Judar turned and took off running back towards his quarters. His mind was racing with all sorts different scenarios, both bad and good. Had she finally gone into labor? Had she injured herself? Had something happened and she lost the baby? Did she die while giving birth? What if something had happened and he hadn't been there to help?

By the time he reached the room, he was completely nauseated, his stomach threatening to release everything he had eaten that morning at any instant. Before he could open the door, his ears picked up on talking, noticing that there were many different people in the room. He placed a trembling hand on the door, glaring at it as he tried to control his fear. He couldn't hear her voice, but he could still feel her rukh, so everything must have been okay, right? Taking in a few deep breaths, he slid open the door, instantly met with the eyes of multiple people standing around his bed. His lover was blocked by their bodies, however, and he grew immediately frustrated, waving his hands at them to move as he walked towards them. "What the fuck is going on, get out of the way!"

Intimidated by his presence, a couple of them quickly scurried away, finally revealing his lover resting on the bed. Judar felt himself freeze as he finally gazed upon her, seeing that she was sitting up with something bundled in her arms, her entire body completely coated in sweat. She looked up towards him as she heard him approach, a soft smile crossing her exhausted features. "Why'd you stop? Come here." Swallowing the lump in his throat, still trying to control his nausea, Judar forced his body to move forward. He glanced at the people around the bed, finally noticing that they were medics and healing magicians. By the look of things, including the bloody mess on the bed, he assumed she had gone into labor soon after he had left, and they hadn't been able to find him for the hours she was giving birth.

As he stopped next to the bed beside his lover, he felt guilt rising in his chest. He had wanted to be there for this, but his selfishness caused him to miss one of the most important moments in his life. Though he was never one to admit fault in something, he knew this time he had messed this up, and he forced the hoarse words from his throat. "I didn't realize, I had been up in the tree, I just-" "Shh, it's fine." His lover shushed him, adjusting the bundle in her arms before she reached a hand out to Judar, taking his hand gently. "Sit down." Judar gripped her hand tightly as he took a seat on the bed in the spot next to her, feeling his stomach beginning to tighten more violently. Before he could speak again, his attention was drawn to the blanket in her arms. He finally noticed the tiny body within the blanket, watching as it wiggled about, tiny grunts of frustration coming from the small figure.

Judar pointed at the baby as he leaned over a bit more to see it better, trying to speak through his nausea. "It's a-" "It's a boy, yes." His lover took the small form in her hands, carefully holding it out towards him to take. "Here, you can hold him." Judar could only stare down at the small figure as it struggled, becoming uncomfortable at being pulled away from the warmth of her chest. He felt fear spark up as he saw it struggle, as if he were scared the child might fall. Carefully, but still very awkward, Judar took the child in his hands and held him to his chest, mimicking the way he saw his lover holding him. Immediately, the child began to calm, resting himself back into a comfortable position. Judar glanced from his lover to the child, anxiety covering his features. "Am I doing this right?" His lover smiled, resting into the pillows she leaned on. "You're doing fine, don't be so nervous."

Though Judar felt sick and terrified, he felt pride beginning to well up behind the fear. This was his child, and though that thought scared him, he was already feeling excited about raising him. Though, he wasn't able to be excited for too long, as his anxiety began to peek. He carefully began to hand him back to his lover, who looked up at him in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"You're going to have to take him back."

"Why?"

"I'm going to puke!"