Next to the last chapter, peeps. Sorry about the shortness of the entire fanfiction. As soon as I finish this one, I'll be sure to start on my second Eragon/Arya fanfic, so don't get peeved.

Arya squeezed Eragon's hand as a healer came into the room. Kneeling at the end of the bed, she began to speak quietly to Islanzadi. Arya screamed, though Eragon calmed her every time. Islanzadi came to them after the first hour, kneeling beside her daughter. And though the room was loud, everyone-except Arya, of course- was smiling in anticipation.

Arya's labor went on for what seemed like hours. Later on, the healer cried in glee that a head was coming out. After that, she said that the baby's torso was beginning to come out, and Islanzadi screamed in excitement and went to the healer 'To Watch' as she said.

Eragon muttered comforting words to Arya as the most important event of both of their lives carried on. Everytime that she gasped or cried out in pain, he would pull her forehead to his and say, "Come back to me. Come back," which was the only thing that could keep her calm enough to keep pushing.

The entire happening reminded Eragon of the time that he and Roran had talked about having a child. Roran said he was a 'Ninny' for being excited about having a child, yet Eragon had insisted that having a baby meant that he was married to the most beautiful woman in the world. Even anticipation could not have formed Arya in his head, her being the most beautiful, mouth-opening, breath-taker that must have ever existed.

"You're such a ninny, Eragon. Why would you want to have a baby?" a 10-year-old Roran asked as he played with a small leather strip in the fields.

"Because, Roran, that means that I'm married to the most beautiful women in the world. And that beats having to wait, doesn't it?" replied a 8-year-old Eragon as he sat cross-legged in the grass.

"If I have to get married, I want to marry Katrina." Roran said, dreamily staring at the grass.

"You mean the butcher's daughter. I wouldn't do that if I was paid. Sloan scares me." Eragon shivered.

"Yeah, but Katrina is so pretty."

"Now who's the ninny?" Eragon taunted with a laugh.

Smiling, Roran pounced on him. That started the wrestling match that went on until sun down.

After a while, Saphira poked her head in the window and watched. This must have been the most exciting and prolonged moments of Eragon's life. It seemed to be endless, though he stayed with Arya.

Finally, Islanzadi screamed loudly and the healer held up a small baby that squirmed in her arms. The healer washed the baby off lightly and wrapped him in a cloth, handing him to Eragon.

Eragon held the child firmly, yet did not look down at it. The baby was everything that Arya had dreamed about. So, without looking, Eragon handed the child to Arya. Arya took the baby without a question, and looked down at it laying pitifully in her arms.

She looked down at her son, and he looked back at her. They stared at eachother for the longest time. The baby was everything that she had dreamed about, and she started crying after a while.

Finally she said, "Hello, Beroan. I'm your momma." She continued to hold him for the next few minutes, then, finally, handed Beroan to Eragon.

He took his son into his arms lovingly and stared down at him. They say babies that young can't smile, yet Beroan smiled up at Eragon with the widest grin that his father had ever seen. Eragon rubbed his forehead softly, and soon, the baby was asleep.

Sitting down on the end of bed, Eragon handed the sleeping baby to Islanzadi, then walked over and slumped in the bed next to Arya. The two looked at eachother, smiling broadly. Eragon put his arms around his soon-to-be wife and continued to smile. As the healer left and Islanzadi introduced Beroan to Saphira, Arya and Eragon were soon fast asleep, leaving the baby to bond with his father's dragon.

The next chapter is the Wedding. YAY!! I hoped you like this one. The next chapter is absolutely going to be the longest one yet. Should I make Beroan be the ring-bearer. Message me if I should.