Ok, here is my new fic, Songs Of Kyralia (as you probably guessed from the title :P). This will basically just be a collection of unrelated one shots, all based on a song, either the title of the lyrics. I may have an idea and match it to a song, or I may just be listening and suddenly be inspired, who knows! All these songs will probably be off my iPod, so you may gain an idea of what I listen to, and I will warn you in the A/N (like this :P) if there is any slash or swearing etc. Happy Reading!

Song - Heaven for Everyone by Queen

Lyrics – We should bring love to our daughters and sons

Characters – Akkarin, Sonea and a sort of OC, but he does exist in the series, although only briefly, I'll let you work out who :D

When – This is slightly AU, but probably about 7-8 months after the end of The High Lord.

Warnings – None

Akkarin paced nervously outside of the door. The clock ticked loudly, as if to taunt him. He could hear noises coming from inside, voices, the shuffling of feet, and Sonea's screams. Every time he heard one it seemed louder, it went deep into him, wounding his soul. It was all he could do not to rip the door off and run in there to comfort her. He remembered how peaceful it had been, just an hour before now. It felt like an age ago...

Akkarin lay next to Sonea on the bed, his hand on her oversized stomach. He felt her chest rise and fall with her breathing, as she gazed into his eyes. It was moments like this that he treasured. There was no need to speak, the invisible connection that was always between them shining bright and strong. He felt their child kick his hand. Sonea smiled at him, and he smiled in reply.

"Are you okay? Do you want anything to eat? Drink maybe?" He asked her, worried as he always was. It was a huge thing, being nine months pregnant. The baby weighed down on her heavily, she was finding it difficult to walk, and barely slept. Her seemingly constant cravings for anything sweet made sure that he was always busy. She chuckled and rolled her eyes, but he didn't change his anxious expression. "You know I worry about you..."

"And you know that I'll tell you if I need anything!" She cut him off, smiling smugly. He sighed with defeat.

"If our child is anywhere near as stubborn as you, the next few years could prove rather difficult!" Akkarin chuckled.

"Well, with your genes in the mix we weren't going to have it easy were we?" She retorted, and she started to giggle with him. As they lapsed into silence, Akkarin reached up to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"I love you Sonea." He told her, and she smiled.

"As I love you." She placed her hand on his cheek, and they lent in to kiss each other. Suddenly she gave a cry, and doubled over, clutching her stomach, managing to head butt Akkarin in the process.

"Sonea!" He cried, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head. She groaned.

"I'm... okay..." She told him through gritted teeth. She was obviously in pain. "But... I think... we'll... have to... get..." She stopped for breath and gave another groan.

"Do you need me to get Lady Vinara?" Akkarin asked her. She nodded. He paused for a millisecond "Is it...?" He asked her, knowing that it probably was. Again, she nodded, but this time her face was less strained, and it seemed as though it had stopped. He took a deep breath. She wasn't due for another week at least, but it looked like the baby had decided to come early. He put his hand in hers. "It's going to be okay..."

Akkarin flinched as another cry brought him back to the present. She had said she wanted a more natural birth, with no painkillers, either magical or not. She'd also suggested that he should be there, and he had been with her; for most of it. As soon as Sonea had shown the smallest sign that things were going to pick up a bit however, he had been told firmly to get out.

Then, everything quietened down, and all of the noise subsided. He pressed his ear against the door, desperate for a clue as to what was going on. A lone cry rang out, freezing him to the spot. It did not belong to Sonea, it belonged to their child. After nine months, he was finally here. Akkarin felt himself welling up, but quickly blinked back his tears. The door opened, and Lady Vinara smiled as she led him to Sonea. Her face was red and sweaty, and she looked exhausted, but she was smiling at him. In her arms, wrapped in a white towel, was their child. He went over and sat in the seat next to the bed. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered the sounds of people exiting the room, before the door closed.

"You look rather shocked!" Sonea chuckled softly placing her free hand on his arm. Akkarin blinked a few times and breathed a sigh of disbelief. "He's beautiful," She sighed, and moved the towel to get a better look at him. Akkarin gazed at his newborn son for the first time. He lay there with his little eyes scrunched up, and one hand by his face. The thin coating of soft brown hair covered his little head, and would probably darken to black as he got older.

"You are amazing," Akkarin put his arm around her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She smiled.

"Would you like to hold him?" She asked. Akkarin simply nodded, before taking him in his arms. He fitted perfectly, and barely stirred. This time Akkarin could not stop the powerful emotions, and tears rolled freely down his cheeks.

"He's perfect." He whispered. Sonea leaned into his side, and they sat there, all together, a family. He wouldn't have changed a single thing.