I hope you dance!

Rhyme worried less about his own comfort and fully on that of Samara, she leaned into him as labor progressed. Time seemed to warp and the self named man felt like her was forced to watch the woman he love writhe in pain with nothing he could do. Finally there was a shift of finality, as their first son was being born Samara latched her teeth onto his paw. Rhyme stifled any noise he might make and made no move to stop her. He couldn’t fathom the pain, but he got an idea from the way she contorted and rolled her eyes back. There was much excitement leading up to these moments, but now that they were here they were filled with pain and uncertainty.

Their first pup was a monster, but relief came swiftly as he took his first breaths and Rhyme nudged him to his mother’s side as she leaned back against him in another heavy contraction. This time her body showed its agony physically and through the painful sounds that left her throat. Rhyme took her teeth and held tightly to her as he was nearly convinced that these would be their last moments together. As their second made his arrival she was still able to clean him and usher his tiny form to her side. Rhyme grit his teeth and hid any discomfort as he was unable to pull his eyes from the tiny children at her side.

He started to breathe more easily as the birth continued and another was born, their first daughter. Already they had his heart and as Samara was able to lean back for a moment he could feel relief, until the last. He felt the same as his mate, she was so tiny that life wasnt likely. For a moment devastation took his heart but her cries soon filled the den and Rhyme let out a heavy sigh of relief. This was the final pup, the runt, but she lived.

Rhyme loomed protectively over Samara’s tiny form and their newborns as the dark she wolf looked up to him. She looked exhausted but content and Rhyme felt like they would all pull through. ”They are, and so are you.” He praised her work as he leaned down to kiss her forehead before turning his attention to his older daughters. ”We invited you three because we wanted to ask you to name your brothers and sisters.” Rhyme told them their surprise softly, eyes glancing from them back towards the mewling bundles at Samara’s side.