Tucker Cobblepot, the current head of the Cobblepot family, once one of Gotham city's most wealthy and highly respectable families now one of declining desirability, sat outside one one of the lesser used rooms of his families manor, a over used pipe in his hands which he was stuffing with fresh tobacco, hands shaking as he tried to light it.
He glanced at the door to his right where the moans and groans of his wife Hermione echoed from, the soft voices of the medical staff barely audible over it as they tried to calm her. He removed the pipe from his lips, his brow creasing slightly as he sighed, closing his eyes. This was to be their fifth child, another heir in line to what was left of his families fortune and wealth. It had been two years since the birth of their youngest son William which had nearly cost his loves life, after this he had agreed to her please to wait rather than keep up the rate of having a new child every year, something he had done since their first son had come into the world.
He shivered, sneering near snarling at the thought of that thing which had crawled out his wife, if he not been there to witness it himself he would have claimed there had been a mix up between their boy and some deformed freaks child. Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, his wife had all but demanded they name their first baby after both of their fathers, he had only given in out of pity of her having to nurse and birth the child, all wet-nurses having refused to coming up with one reason or another yet still trying to remain polite as they fled their home quickly. It had not been till he had gone to break this horrible news to his beloved that he had realised that she actually loved the creature, as she lay in bed, holding it close as she let the thing nurse from her bosom. To this day near five years later he could not comprehend why or how she could look at never mind treat such a thing so lovingly.
He was so wrapped in his thoughts he had to be near shaken for the doctor to get his attention.
"Mr Cobblepot? Sir, are you alright?" His families physician asked. Tucker cleared his throat, nodding as he pocketed the unused pipe, slowly rising to his feet. "You're wife is fine sir, the nurses are just finishing in tending to her as we speak... She would like you to come in."
He nodded, following the doctor into the dimly lit room, his eyes filled with concern for both his wife and what she had given life to. Her hair was tied back, the stray pieces that had come loose stuck to her sweat drenched face, her face was practically alight she was beaming at the bundle at her breasts so brightly. Hearing the door close she looked up, her eyes finding her husbands as she beckoned him over. Tucker walked to her side slowly, swallowing hard, feeling more boy than the man he was.
"Tucker, I would like to introduce you to our newest family member, our little girl."