It was all his fault.
He had promised her that he would not hurt her. Each of her screams cut him to the core.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. It just wasn't.
They had been so happy together. They had so much more to be happy about. But not right now.
He paced up and down the hall outside the closed door as another scream pierced the air. He leaned on the door with all his weight, not budging it an inch.
"Master. Worrying will not help anyone, least of all you. Should there be any complications, and I'm not saying there are going to be, they will come get you."
Adam looked at his trusty mater-d'etat. He was right. He was always right.
"But why is she screaming?" he growled.
Lumière shook his head. Now would not be an appropriate time to laugh at his master. "I would not think that it would be comfortable to push a baby out of her body."
"It's all my fault," Adam mumbled his head in his hands. "I promised that I would never hurt her. Now look at this. Well, hear it."
"It's not all your fault master. You love her. She loves you. She'll understand after it's all over."
The door of the chambre opened. Adam jumped back in fear that something was wrong.
"Come in sire," Mrs. Potts told the prince.
Adam walked in to find his wife smiling and holding a tiny bundle in her arms.
"I was right," Belle said smugly. "A boy."
A head rested in her arms. A tuft of red hair stuck up in a strange fashion that could only be explained by his recent birth. A small fist poked out of the blanket as well.
"Amazing." Adam hardly even recognized his own voice.
His world had changed. This was his son. He would not make the same mistakes that his father had made with him. Not that Belle would have let him. But he was going to be the best parent that he possibly could be.
The first thing he had loved was his wife. Now he saw the entire world differently. His wife and new family would come first, always, but now he could love everything around him more.