-yawns- I'm getting tired. I hope we've established what I do and do not own by this point.
"Talking"
'thinking'
-Hours-
8 hours, 17 minutes, 32 seconds.
That was how long she'd been in that room now. Grunts and screams emitted from behind the closed doors and he walked back into them with the cup of water in his hands that his wife had oh-so-forcefully requested.
Taking his seat near her, he began spinning circles on her hand with his thumb, lifting the cup to her lips, he blocked out the itchy feeling of his hat and the horrible hospital scents. He ignored the shouting nurses and Kagome's uncle, the doctor, the only one able to deliver the hanyou without alerting the, as Kagome's brother had put it, "AUTHORITEHS!" with some odd accent on the "teh." Instead, he leaned down into her ear and murmered, "One more push Kagome."
She obliged. Soon, husband and wife met each other's gaze with grins when a child's cry reached their ears.
8 hours and 20 minutes, even.
Hanyou babies! -squee- You all understand that I had to make her uncle the doctor or else this would be getting media coverage, right? And Souta was begging me to put that in there about the 'Authoritehs.' xD