[birth] holding the weight of your world
ft hanni, lucretia, etc
if she were in a right state of mind, Dutch would have snapped at every fucking person here except for Hannibal and his daughter. it really wasn't their business why she was here - he was their father and as such he had a right to see her birth their kids. as much as it was their pack and their land, she remained cross. she had tried to keep the contractions controlled until he asssured a safe place, and Ashen had been that safe place. ignoring the looks of disapproval and whispers, she tried to focus on her breathing. luckily Deathbelle wasn't here yet - the dwarf felt awful that Valkyrie had taken her lovingly crafted armor.
hell, she just felt awful. a white-black woman would crouch down, with a young girl nearby. the healer folk, Dutch suspected. she was told to control her breathing, and she gave a weak nod before closing her eyes. "t-thanks" she gasped as another contraction made her grit her teeth. she could feel the end of her body begin to push something - one of the pups - out against her will. a large man was with Hannibal that she could see, but Dutch did call softly to the not-so-new father to go see his child as it entered the world. she wanted him to be there to make sure the pup was breathing. she didn't trust the healers. it was hard to trust much of anyone after the wool had been pulled from her eyes.
but Hannibal had rescued their kids, and she was forced to trust him.
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