Hello everyone! I'm so sorry that this update was late, but I've had someone special come and visit me for the past week and didn't have time to post it. I know that's a lame excuse, but at least I updated in a timely manner.
Anyway, this chapter will contain what I described as "the shocking birth scene." Every aspect of the symptoms and birth I have taken from the show "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant," so if you find them hard to believe then you should watch the show. This stuff is real. (Well, except for the mpreg part, of course).
I've introduced a minor character of my own, Ekkehard, as a friend of Wolfram's. His name is ancient Germanic and means "brave edge/point." Don't worry, he's not important to the story and he only appears in this chapter.
Oh, and too my reviewers:
Sorry if I hinted that Yuuri thinks Wolfram looks like a girl. I was trying to find a stupid excuse Yuuri could use for not acknowledging what he had done with Wolfram, and that just seemed like the perfect excuse. I know that Yuuri considers Wolfram "prettier than any girl" but also never states anything to hint that he believes that Wolfram is feminine. If I have time I'll go back and alter the story, but since it's the end of the semester I'm really busy right now.
Also, I know that Wolfram forgiving Yuuri for what he'd done in the last chapter was a little unbelievable, but I tried to explain the motivation behind his actions in his conversation with Celi. Wolfram loves Yuuri, he wants to be with Yuuri, and even though he's stubborn and prideful I honestly believe he would forgive Yuuri his sins if he believed that there was a chance they could still be together. I know it might sound pathetic, but it's true, when you really love someone you forgive them, (as long as they don't continue to do horrible things to you, then you kill them J ).
Oh, and yes, the Maoh does like Wolfram, but I didn't make him a significant character in the story. I can't tell you why, but it all works out in the end.
Enough talk, here's the next chapter to "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" !
I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant:
Ch. 1- A Nighttime Surprise
**********************Three Months Later**********************
Wolfram was having a particularly good morning this morning. The reason behind this was because he wasn't throwing his guts up, as he had been every morning for three months in a row, ever since he had started sleeping in Yuuri's bed again.
Perhaps his body was trying to tell his mind something about how he should allow himself to be treated.
"Bernard! Keep your arms up!" He screamed at one of his blue clad soldiers, who blushed in embarrassment and nodded his head frantically, raising up his arms. The solider next to him then brought his sword down to slash at his body, but Bernard was able to stop it, partially because he had his sword raised up and ready. Wolfram smiled at his handiwork. "Very good Bernard, keep blocking. In half and hour we'll rotate and those who are offensive will switch to defensive and vise versa. Until then, continue as usual."
Wolfram's men all nodded their heads to his words without ever taking their eyes off of their opponent. "Yes sir!" They called out, the sync of their beautiful voices sounding very much like a song sung by the Vienna boy's choir. Yuuri would be laughing if he was there watching them.
Wolfram smiled, thankful to be here on the training grounds within the castle with his men. It was a good way for him to vent some of his emotions, and it was nice being around a group of men who were all madly in love with him, as compared to the one man he was usually around who he wanted to be in love with him. Wolfram's men were also happy to have their captain back and training them. He'd been absent for their morning sessions for three months, and they had been left to the ruthless ways of Sir von Voltaire until early afternoon, when Sir von Belfield was well enough to train them again.
Wolfram could hear the gentle clacking of boots on the ground coming towards him, and even before the person spoke up Wolfram knew who it was. "Yes, I'm feeling fine this morning, and no, I do not need for you to take over so that I can sit down." Wolfram stated, answering the man's questions before he even asked them. The brown haired blue eyed man now standing next to Wolfram smiled, bowing politely to him. "Of course, Sir von Belfield."
Wolfram smiled and turned around to face him. "It's nice to see that you can address me properly, Ekkehard." The man named Ekkehard nodded his head, bringing his attention to Wolfram's troops. Wolfram turned his attention back to them as well. Ekkehard von Brandt had been a close friend to Wolfram since he was only 45 years old, and he had been his second in command for over 20 years now.
"Are you sure?" Ekkehard asked, causing Wolfram to look back at him. "What do you mean?" He asked, curiously. "Are you sure you are feeling well? I noticed that you limped a little as you were walking around the yard, observing the men from different angles." Wolfram frowned a little bit, then looked back at his troops. "I'm sure. My ankles are a little swollen, that's all."
Ekkehard nodded his head. "Have you spoken to lady Gisela about this?" Wolfram was beginning to get annoyed. Yes, Ekkehard was his senior by nearly 30 years, but Wolfram was still his commanding officer. "I do not believe that is any of your business, lieutenant von Brandt." Ekkehard scowled. He knew Wolfram was right, but he was worried about his friend and commander. Sir von Belfield had been acting overly tired lately, and with his bought of stomach illness Ekkehard just wanted to make sure that he would be ok.
"Of course, captain." Ekkehard responded. He knew he wouldn't be able to convince Wolfram to see Gisela right now, (Wolfram had always been one to ignore his own medical issues until the last moment), but maybe if he played his cards right he could convince his friend and superior to visit the healer in the next couple of weeks.
Wolfram ignored Ekkehard, then left him when he saw that one of his men was doing a downward slash all wrong! Whatever was ailing him would go away, just as his bought of throwing up did. There was absolutely no reason for him to become worried.
**********************Three Months Later**********************
Wolfram sighed for what must have been the hundredth time that day. He was so tired! And his ankles were so sore!
He couldn't believe that his ankles were still ailing him. The swollenness and soreness comes and goes, but it seemed to be staying longer and longer. Not long since after his ankles had begun being swollen and sore he had started becoming physically exhausted. He slept well throughout the night and rested as usual throughout the day, but this tiredness never seemed to leave him. He had to cut training sessions for his soldiers short everyday now, just so that he could sit down for an hour and get a breather.
"Captain?" Ekkehard asked from beside him. "Damn…." Wolfram thought, realizing that he must have been showing his exhaustion too openly again. "Yes, von Brandt?" Wolfram asked, using Ekkehard's last name to show him that he wasn't in a particularly good mood this morning. Ekkehard sighed in response.
"Captain…Wolfram, you're tired again, aren't you? And it's only been just over an hour! Sir, I think you really need to see lady Gisela." Ekkehard stated, hoping that maybe if he kept encouraging his friend to go see the healer then maybe one day he actually would. Wolfram had other ideas in mind, though.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, lieutenant von Brandt, I am feeling fine. If you're tired then feel free to sit down and take a breather." Wolfram then walked away, as un-limp like as he could with two swollen ankles, to the other end of the training grounds to get a better look at his men in the back. Ekkehard gave a deep sigh. "How long are you going to keep pretending nothing is wrong?" He asked, knowing if his friend had a choice that it would be for eternity.
**********************Later That Night**********************
"Urg…" Wolfram grumbled as he sat down slowly on the bed he shared with Yuuri. His back hurt him so bad that even bending it so that he could sit down caused him terrible pain. Across from him, Yuuri watched with a concerned look. Wolfram hadn't been feeling good for six months now, ever since that night….
"Wolfram, is it hurting you again?" Yuuri asked, knowing that Wolfram knew what he meant. Wolfram grunted, then conjured up all of his strength so that he could slide his legs onto the bed with him and slip them underneath the covers. When he was done he sighed and laid down, finally deciding to acknowledge his annoying double black fiancée.
"What are you talking about wimp?" He asked, faking being clueless. Yuuri frowned. "You know what I mean Wolfram. Your back, is it hurting you again?" Yuuri asked, making sure that Wolfram could hear the displeasure in his voice. Wolfram scowled. "My back is fine, you're the one who's annoying me." He replied, wanting nothing more than just to sleep and forget about all of this physical exhaustion and pain.
Yuuri would have none of it. "I want you to go see Gisela in the morning." He stated, having enough of Wolfram's ignorant behavior. What if Wolfram was really sick but he let it go too long and it couldn't be treated? He would not allow that to happen, even if that meant driving his blonde fiancée to burn him.
"I don't need to go see Gisela, Yuuri, I'm fine!" Wolfram responded, trying to raise himself up so that he could lean over and smack Yuuri but finding that he was both too sore and tired to do so. Yuuri saw this happen, and it was the last straw for him. "No Wolfram, you're sick, and I'm not just going to sit here and watch you get sicker and sicker as you have been for the past couple of months. I want you to go see Gisela in the morning, and Wolfram, this is an order, not a request."
He had to be strong if he was going to protect his friend, even if Wolfram didn't want him to be. And yes, Wolfram definitely did not want him to be. "Fine, your majesty, whatever you want." And with that Wolfram turned himself around so that he was facing away from Yuuri, (managing to only make a little eep noise from the pain), and pulled the covers up to his neck, going to sleep.
Yuuri sighed. "I know that you're angry with me right now, Wolfram, but you'll thank me when Gisela is able to figure out what's wrong with you and make you feel better."
**********************The Next Morning**********************
"I have absolutely no idea what is wrong with you, your Excellency," Gisela stated as she walked cheerfully up to Wolfram and handed him a glass of water and a small pink and a small blue pill. He looked down at the three items she had handed him, then back up at her. "If you don't know what's wrong with me, then why are you giving me medication?" He asked, figuring that the question was fair.
Gisela smiled. "The medications are to treat the symptoms, not the illness. The pink pill has an herb in it that causes the body to loose excess water. The reason why your ankles are swollen is because your body is storing to much excess water in them, though I don't know why. The blue pill is a light muscle relaxer, I believe the reason your back has been hurting you so badly is because the muscles in it are too tight, though I also do not know why. Take one of each of these pills once a day, in the morning would be best, and you should be ok to go for the rest of the day."
She said it so casually, as if she tells people she has no idea why they are having strange symptoms everyday. Then again, maybe she does. Wolfram looked back down at the little pills in his hand. "So…just take these pills and everything will go back to normal?" He asked, looking back up at her. She nodded.
"Yes, in a way…" She stated, then walking closer to him and looking him directly in the eyes so he knew that she was serious, continued, "but these are not a long term solution to what it wrong. I still do not know what is causing the symptoms, as I mentioned before. If you have any idea what could be causing them, it's important that you tell me right now so that I can treat it."
Wolfram shook his head in response. "If I had any idea what was wrong I would tell you. I don't like being sick, Gisela." She narrowed her eyes. "You haven't had any change in physical routine lately?" "No." "No change in diet?" "No." "What about an extreme emotional distress?" "….."
So that was it. Wolfram's silence to her question gave her her answer. "What happened?" She asked, her tone getting more serious. She was going into crazy sergeant lady mode. That's the last thing Wolfram wanted to deal with right now. "Yuuri…his majesty and I had a…. very bad fight a couple of months ago and I haven't been feeling exactly myself ever since."
Gisela's eyes softened, and she nodded her head. "That could be the cause. Sometimes an emotional trauma can cause strange symptoms in the body. Is there any way you and his majesty could talk about it? That might help ease the stress and stop the symptoms." Wolfram chuckled. If only it could be so easy with Yuuri.
"No, I don't think so. He refuses to talk about it." "What if I told him that this issue might be the reason you aren't feeling well?" "No, I don't want that, that'll only make him feel guilty…" Gisela sighed. Things never seemed to be so easy when it came to his majesty and lord Wolfram. "Ok then, I'll give you the pills to treat your symptoms, but I will NOT prescribe them for over a six month period. I don't want you to become dependent upon them, and if there's another way for your symptoms to be treated then I want that exhausted before we fall back onto the medications."
Wolfram nodded. He wasn't happy about what she was saying, but she was right. "Don't worry," he stated, "I'm sure that the symptoms will go away on their own soon enough."
**********************Three Months Later; Around 7 a.m.********************
"Aaaaah…." Wolfram groaned, pacing slowly back and forth across the floor of the infirmary, his hands on his back. His back, Shinou it was killing him! He felt like someone had reached their hand inside of it and were squeezing his spine and muscles as hard as they possibly could. He wouldn't have come to Gisela if the pain hadn't been excruciating, and it had only been hurting him for a little over an hour.
The lady healer walked back into the room with a pill bottle in hand and an apologetic look on her face. "I'm sorry, your Excellency, but I still can't figure out what's wrong with you. When I scan over your back I sense that the muscles are very tight in the lower back area but I really have no idea why. Perhaps you pulled a muscle?" She asked, wondering if that could be the cause. Wolfram shook his head. He had pulled muscles before, the pain was nothing like this.
She nodded her head, watching his shift back and forth in pain. "Here," she stated, handing him the bottle of pills, "take two of these now." Without even asking, Wolfram did as he was told, praying that they would help him with his pain. After he had swallowed two of the large white pills Gisela handed him a glass of water to wash them down.
"These are pain killers, they are very strong and should help very much." Wolfram nodded his head, happy to hear what she had said but still in too much pain to acknowledge that happiness. She nodded her head, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder, leading him to one of the beds in the infirmary. "Here, sit down for now until they begin working, when they do we'll move you too your own room."
Wolfram passively obeyed Gisela, laying down on his side and scrunching himself up into fetal position. Gisela frowned and shook her head. "This much pain could not have been cause by a fight that you had with his majesty months ago unless it's been bothering you everyday since. Has it?" She asked, Wolfram shaking his head in response. Yes, what had happened between them had caused him a great deal of pain, but he had chosen to listen to his mother's advice and had forgiven the wimp with the hope that maybe they could still have a future together.
"Ok then. That didn't cause this pain, but that still means that I don't know what has." Gisela was becoming frustrated. Lord Wolfram's mild symptoms had now blown out into a perhaps life threatening condition, and she needed to figure out what was wrong with him very soon or something bad could easily happen. There was only one other thing she could do at this point, and that would be to call in a specialist to come and check on his Excellency.
"I'm going to send a pigeon mail out into the territory of von Wincott. There is a healer there who specializes in fire demon anatomy. I know for a fact that lady Julia studied under him for a number of months, and he is an excellent healer. I'm going to request that he come to the castle and examine you. Perhaps he can figure out what is wrong." She told Wolfram, taking notice that he was becoming less and less responsive.
Wolfram hadn't wanted his elder brother to know how bad his condition had become. Gwendal would probably obsess over finding out what exactly was wrong so that everything could be turned back to normal and poor Wolfram would be poked and prodded by a hundred healers before Sir von Voltaire was satisfied. At this point, though, Wolfram cared very little about how Gwendal would feel and react. He only wanted the pain to stop.
Gisela stroked through Wolfram's hair affectionately. She had always considered him a little brother; they had grown up together at the castle and had both trained under Julia, even though he had always been a little bratty to her. But she knew that it was the way he treated everyone, especially the people he cared about. "Ok then, I'll send the pigeon out immediately."
Taking hold of Wolfram's shoulders, Gisela helped lift him off the bed, (much to his annoyance), and slowly began walking him to the door. "The medication I gave you should cause you to fall asleep for the next couple of hours. I want you to go to bed and take a nice nap. When you wake up, if you're still in pain, go take a nice long bath to relax your muscles. Do not take any more pills unless absolutely necessary, and do not take any more period until at least tomorrow morning."
Wolfram nodded his head weakly at her, allowing her to lead him out the door and in the direction his room was. While he was sick he would be staying alone in his own room so that Yuuri could get some rest and not have to worry about him all the time, even though the selfless wimp probably would anyway.
"Oh, and if you do take a bath make sure to use one of the smaller baths, one that's made for only one person. It should be harder for you to drown in should you become unconscious." Gisela smiled playfully at Wolfram, who raised his head enough to give her an angry scowl.
What a terrible time for her to be telling jokes.
**********************That Night, around 3 a.m.**********************
Wolfram awoke to the most agonizing pain he had ever been in in his entire life. His body felt like it was being split in two, and his lower back felt like it was being ripped inside out. If it wasn't for his high pride persona, Wolfram would be in tears right now.
Everything had gone well since he had left Gisela's office up until now. He had been extremely drowsy as she walked him to his room, and by the time he was changed into his nightgown and helped into his own bed he had been nearly unconscious. Since then he had slept well and deeply, without any pain whatsoever.
But that had changed the moment he opened his eyes. Now his entire world seemed to be consumed by pain. If it didn't stop soon he would probably just take the pills Gisela gave him and risk overdose from taking them too early.
For now, though, there was another option. Before Gisela had brought him to his room she had told Wolfram that if the pain got bad again to take a hot bath to sooth his muscles and help relax him. Though he doubted a hot bath would be enough to stop this amount of extreme pain, it was worth a try. Perhaps it would help a little.
Slowly pulling himself up off the bed, Wolfram slid his legs off the side and tried his best to stand up. He needed to use the side table next to his bed at first, but eventually he was able to support his own weight. Agonizingly, he made his way to his door, stopping to squeeze the handle extra hard to give himself a little relief. He then opened the door and made his way down the hallway to the maoh's private bathroom, grasping onto any table he saw on the way there to help give him support.
By the time he reached the baths Wolfram knew that he couldn't take standing up much more. There was a pressure beginning to form in his lower body and it made him just want to lie down, though he wasn't sure why. After closing the door to the maoh's baths behind him, Wolfram quickly stripped himself of his nightgown and underwear and made his way to the smallest tube in the room, one that was made to fit only one person. The reason such a bath was built inside the maoh's bathroom was because his mother, the previous maoh, had thought it was romantic to have two people bathing in a tube meant for one. Wolfram was not very pleased by having to use this bath, but he really didn't have any other choice.
Once he reached the tube he immediately began turning on the hot water. Unlike the maoh's larger bath this small tube wasn't kept full at all times since it was hardly every used. Wolfram waited impatiently until the tube was filled about 3/4ths of the way before he turned off the water and slowly slide himself in, allowing his body to adjust to the high temperature.
Once inside Wolfram did his very best to try to relax his body, but this was very hard to achieve with the excruciating pain he was feeling. Shutting his eyes, Wolfram tried to concentrate on the warmth of the water as it enveloped his body. Even though it didn't help a great deal, Wolfram did note that the warm water did ease the pain in his back just a little bit.
Wolfram wasn't sure how long he had been in the bath before he had a strange feeling, like water was leaving his body, but not in the usual way. Looking down into the water Wolfram noticed that it remained clear and didn't seem to change, so he decided to overlook the odd feeling he had had.
It was less than a minute later that everything changed. Before Wolfram had time to think, the pain in his body became even worse, though he didn't think it possible, and the slight pressure he had been feeling before he entered the bath became ten times worse. It was as if his innards had decided that it would be a good time to leave his body, and his body must have agreed because even without his willing it it began to push along with the pressure.
Wolfram had no idea what to do. Something was obviously wrong, something very serious. He needed to get help but there was no way that he could stand up and make it outside the bathroom at this point; his body was in too much pain and the pressure he was feeling was paralyzing him in place.
How should he react to these strange feelings? Should he push along with the pressure and his body or should he try his best to relax and hope that he could wait whatever was happening out? As he was debating this issue a massive amount of pain and pressure hit him like a rock and he couldn't help but cry out and grip the sides of the tube. His body was demanding that he push along with it, and as worried as he was about the consequences of listening to his body, Wolfram was in too much pain and was too weak to object.
So he pushed. He pushed as hard as he could, tears streaming down his eyes. The pain and pressure lessened for a few seconds, then it was back. He pushed again. He continued on with this ritual, pushing when the pain and pressure returned and trying to relax and take deep breathes when it was absent, until he felt something that completely threw him off balance.
Something was leaving his body. He could feel it, he could feel something coming out of him. Something big. "Oh Shinou," Wolfram thought, "what is happening?" The only thing that came to his mind was that one of his organs must have been falling out of his body. He had never heard of any such thing happening before, but it must have because it was sure happening right now.
Reaching in between his legs, Wolfram felt for what was coming out of him, hoping that maybe he could push the organ back inside. Lightly touching it, Wolfram noticed that whatever it was it was round and was just the slightest bit fuzzy on top.
"Fuzzy?" Wolfram thought, again completely baffled. What organ was fuzzy? Before he had time to think about it any longer another wave of pain and pressure hit his body and he involuntarily pushed, removing his hands from the thing coming out of him to grip the sides of the tube again for support and crying out into the room again from the pain and from the extreme fear that he was experiencing. Whatever it was it had come out even more, and before he could try to push it in again his body forced him to push it out even more.
Using all of the willpower he had left, Wolfram reached in between his legs again to try once more to push the organ back in when he was able to get a better feel of whatever it was. It was roundish, just the slightest bit fuzzy on top, had two small flaps of flesh coming off the sides of it, and had two small groves, a tiny lump, and a soft flap of skin that was split in two in the front of it.
That's when it hit him. The organ that Wolfram had just felt was not an organ at all; it was a head. The fuzz on it was hair, the small flaps on each side of it were ears, the two small grooves in it were the eye sockets and eyes, the tiny lump a nose, and the flap of skin that was split a mouth. There was a tiny head coming out of his body.
Wolfram was having a baby. Before he even had time to contemplate this fact, the pressure in his body began to bear down on him again and he pushed, finally the entire head of the baby coming out of him.
He didn't know what to do, how to react. He was giving birth to a baby, a baby that he had no idea he was carrying inside of him. He had no way to go for help, and by the way things were moving along this baby was going to come out fully any minute now. Throughout all of this shock and confusion, there was one thing that Wolfram's mind was able to conjure up.
He needed to get the baby out. Without even thinking about it, Wolfram spread his legs wide and let go of the baby's head so that he could grip onto the sides of the bath again for support and began pushing as hard as he could. Every time the pressure hit him he pushed, more and more of the baby coming out. When he thought that at least half of it was out of him, he again reached down between his legs and took hold of it, gently pulling.
The next push did the trick. Wolfram kept a good hold on the baby as it came out, making sure not to let go or drop it. Once it was out all of the way, he quickly lifted it out of the water, worried that it might breath some of it in and choke.
Holding his baby up in front of him, Wolfram almost couldn't believe that he had produced such a beautiful creature. She was tiny, probably only just over five pounds, and had the tiniest little head that Wolfram had ever seen. She had beautiful black hair, just like her father, and little curious green eyes, just like Wolfram.
She stared back at him curiously, wondering why he appeared to be so shocked. Wolfram smiled wildly, more tears pouring out of his eyes as he looked at his new little daughter and said the only words he could think of, "hi baby, hi." She gurgled in response, and it suddenly occurred to Wolfram that she hadn't cried yet. He wasn't sure exactly how to do it, but Wolfram tilted her so that she was leaning forwards and gently smacked her back, a small amount of fluid leaving her mouth as she chocked up whatever was left in her lungs and wailed out loudly, declaring her presence to the world.
Wolfram laughed lightly, pleased that his little girl had such a strong voice. This was a sign that she was healthy. Pulling her forewords, Wolfram rested her up against his chest and rubbed circles around her back, soothing her to quiet her down. He kissed her little head lightly, resting his cheek against it and taking in her scent.
"I just had a baby," Wolfram thought, "I just gave birth to a little baby." That's when the urgency of the situation hit him. He had just had a baby, a baby which he had carried inside of him for months without having the proper care to ensure her health. He hadn't eaten as healthy as he needed to, he exercised a lot more than he should have, and he also continued his painting hobby which likely caused him to breath in toxic fumes. Though he couldn't remember, Wolfram also likely drank some alcohol during his pregnancy.
He needed to make sure that she was ok. He needed to get help. Looking around for any clues on what he should do, Wolfram immediately took note of the stack of towels resting against the wall farthest for him. Slowly lifting himself from the tube while still holding onto his daughter, Wolfram made his way towards the towels and took one from the pile. He sat it on the ground and sat the baby on top of it, then took out another one and used it to gently dry her off.
By the time he was done she was very well cleaned, the water from the tube helping to remove most of the birthing fluids from her body. He then took another clean towel and wrapped her up in it, allowing her to lay gently on the ground as he pulled out a bigger towel from the pile and used it to dry off himself.
Once he was done with that, Wolfram lifted up his daughter and held her tightly against him as he made his way back to where he had left his nightgown and undergarments. He again sat her down on the ground so that he could get dressed. Once he was clothed, he picked her up again and made his way over to the door.
Once he had reached it, he stopped. Where would he go from here? Who would he ask for help? Staring at the door knob, Wolfram's mind raced until it landed on the one person he knew he could count on. The one person who had always been there for him and had always protected and loved him, ever since he was born.
He and his daughter would be safe once he reached them.
**********************That Morning, around 5 a.m.**********************
Conrart awoke the second he heard his door open. Being the well trained and skilled soldier that he was, he knew how to recognize when a possible danger approached, even while asleep. Quickly sitting up in bed, just before he reached over to the nightstand to grab his sword, Conrart took notice of the features of the person who had entered his room and relaxed.
It was Wolfram. Conrart knew that Wolfram hadn't been feeling very well, so he figured that it was likely that that had something to do with why he was coming into his room so early in the morning, but he still had to be sure that it wasn't about Yuuri. "Wolfram, is his majesty ok?" Conrart asked, suddenly taking note of the bundle Wolfram was holding. Whatever it was, Wolfram had it wrapped up very well in a large white towel so that Conrart wasn't able to tell exactly what it was.
"Brother…." Wolfram whispered, standing completely still, looking absolutely terrified. Conrart immediately became concerned. "Wolfram, what's wrong? Are you ok? Is Yuuri ok?" He asked, getting out of his bed to go over to his little brother. When he reached him, Conrart looked down into Wolfram's face. It was filled with fear and anxiety. Wolfram's eyes were even a little red, indicating that he had been crying recently.
"Little big brother…." Wolfram whispered again, staring deeply into Conrart's eyes. Now Conrart was certain that something was wrong. The only other time Wolfram had called him that name after he found out that he was half human was that one time months ago when Wolfram had gotten drunk.
"Wolfram, what's wrong? I can't help you if you don't tell me." Conrart stated, wrapping his arms around Wolfram but not hugging him too close. He wanted to make sure that he didn't touch whatever it was wrapped up in the towel, who knew if it was delicate or not? "Brother…." Wolfram whispered again, his eyes tearing up. "I…I just….I just had a baby…."
At first Conrart stared at Wolfram in confusion, then his eyes softened and he smiled. "Is that all there is? Oh Wolfram, you've just had a nightmare. Don't worry, everything will be alright, I'll take you back to your room and…" That's when whatever it was wrapped in the towel began to make a noise. A crying noise.
Conrart eyes suddenly became blank. He couldn't believe is ears. It couldn't be true. Wolfram couldn't have just had a baby, he wasn't even pregnant for Shinou's sake!
"Brother…." Wolfram whispered again, breaking Conrart out of his trance. That was when Wolfram lowered the bundle he was holding in his arms down just enough so that Conrart could get a good look at it. It was a baby. It was a baby with black hair and green eyes. It was a living, breathing, crying baby.
"Wolfram…." Conrart whispered back, slowly reaching out to lightly touch the baby's head as if to reassure himself that it was actually there. As he did the baby calmed down, seemingly becoming comforted by Conrart's touch. This seemed to calm Wolfram as well, as the tears that had been forming in his eyes had dried up and disappeared.
"Wolfram…" Conrart whispered again, "what happened? Where did you get this child?" Wolfram shut his eyes, suddenly feeling exhausted. Conrart took note of this, easing him towards the bed so that he could sit down. "I…" Wolfram began, "…gave birth to her. In the bathtub. I didn't….I didn't know…" The tears returned, "….please, Conrart, believe me, I didn't know!"
Wolfram was becoming more distressed, and this was upsetting the baby. She made little grunts as if to complain about the amount of negative energy that was surrounding her. Conrart had no idea how to react. His little brother had been pregnant, for months, and never even knew? And how is it that he didn't even notice? He was a soldier trained to detect changes in his surroundings, how is it that he couldn't have detected his younger brother being pregnant?
Conrart was broken out of his chain of thoughts when he felt Wolfram's head rest against his shoulder and he began to cry lightly. This broke Conrart's heart. Wolfram was a strong, talented and skilled soldier and man, and it was a very rare instance when he would ever cry. The only times Conrart could actually remember him crying before were when his father died and Yuuri left for earth after defeating the Originators.
But this was a completely different situation. Anyone would cry after giving birth to a baby they didn't even know they were pregnant with. This was not a sign of Wolfram's weaknesses, it was a sign of his strength for being able to deal with the situation he was handed in the best way possible. He had delivered the baby all by himself and had had the good sense to go for help immediately afterwords. He had earned the right to cry a little.
"Wolfram," Conrart soothed, wrapping his arms around his little brother gently, "everything is going to be ok." Wolfram lifted his head from Conrart's shoulder to look at him in the eyes. There seemed to be only honesty in them, and this comforted Wolfram. Conrart then looked down at the baby again, for the first time really taking in her presence as another little human being in the room.
She was absolutely beautiful. She looked a lot like Yuuri did when he was a baby; Conrart had actually seen him not long after he was born. But she did have some of Wolfram's features. She had his green eyes, for sure, and his cute little pout. She also had his beautiful long eyelashes. She looked like a little angel, a gift handed to them from Shinou himself.
After staring adoringly at the baby in Wolfram's arms, it suddenly occurred to Conrart that he needed to make sure that both she and Wolfram were healthy. There was only one way to do that. "Wolfram," Conrart stated, bringing Wolframs attention, (which had also gone to the baby), back onto him, "we need to go to Gisela." Wolfram looked back down at his baby, as if debating Conrart's words, then nodded his head.
Conrart lifted himself off the bed, then he helped Wolfram up as well. Next, he scanned his room for something he could wrap around Wolfram and the baby to keep them warm; it was cold in the castle at night after all. He walked over to his armoire and opened it up, taking out a long poofy robe his mother had gotten him for his birthday many decades ago that he had never worn and took it over to Wolfram and wrapped him up in it.
"Ok then, let's go," he stated, and that was it. Carefully wrapping an arm around Wolfram, Conrart lead the way out of his room and down the hallways towards where the infirmary would be. On the way there they came up to a passing soldier, likely one of the night guards. "Your excellencies," he stated, immediately bowing in respect to Wolfram and Conrart but not backing down from his duties, "may I ask what you are doing in this part of the castle so late at night?"
Wolfram immediately became annoyed at this man. He was the fiancée of the demon king, and both he and Conrart were high ranking soldiers in the army. What right did this man have to question their behaviors, however strange they might be? Conrart saw it in a different light. This soldier was just doing his job, and by doing so he was ensuring the safety of his majesty. Besides, he could be useful to them right now.
"We are going to visit the infirmary," Conrart stated, deciding to take charge since Wolfram would probably only yell at the man, "please wake up Sir von Voltaire and his majesty and have them meet us at the infirmary as quickly as is possible." The soldier nodded in response, satisfied with Sir Weller's answer, and quickly ran off to wake Gwendal, (though he really wasn't looking forward to it).
Conrart watched him leave, then continued to lead Wolfram along. They were lucky he had wrapped Wolfram and the baby up in his old robe so that she was completely covered, otherwise the soldier might have seen her and asked about here and within a few hours the entire castle would be buzzing about rumors where the strange black haired child that Sir von Belfield was carrying came from.
"Conrart," Wolfram stated, speaking up for the first time in a couple of minutes. Conrart stopped their walking to look back at him. "Yes, Wolfram?" He asked. Wolfram then brought his gaze down to the floor. "What…what should I say to Gwendal and Yuuri?" He then stopped for a second to take a deep breath before continuing. "Yuuri, he's….he's her father…."
"I would never have thought otherwise," Conrart replied, causing Wolfram to look back up at him with a little bit of shock evident on his face. After a few seconds it relaxed into a smile. Feeling Conrart pull on his arm, Wolfram began walking forewords again, once again being lead by his little big brother.
"I don't know, Wolfram," Conrart began again, keeping his eyes straight ahead of him. It was important that they reach Gisela as soon as possible. "I don't know what you should tell them, but for now all that really matters is that you and she are taken care of." Wolfram sighed and nodded his head. He knew that Conrart was right. He should be worrying about his baby right now.
"But," Conrart began again, just as the door to the infirmary became visible, "I do know one thing, Wolfram, and that is that both Gwendal and Yuuri care for you very much and love you in their own ways, and I am certain that no matter what happens they will continue to care for and love you for the rest of their life. And I also believe, once they meet her, they will care for and love the baby just as much."
With that they reached the door to the infirmary, Conrart knocking loudly on it to make sure that he got the attention of the lady healer sleeping inside.
