Anger
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"Get the hell out of here!"
"I'm paying the bill."
"Then I'm leaving."
"I can't let you do that."
"Why?"
"Because I love too much."
She breathed heavily. She could have said a lot more, but the pain eclipsed her anger. It hurt, no doubt about it. She wanted to take it all back; at least it would hurt less. But even if she had the choice, she knew she would never take it back. She would survive the pain, but she would be very angry afterwards.
"This is all your fault you know!"
"I can't take all the credit."
"Damn you!"
"Would you calm down?"
"NO!"
"Just push."
"You wouldn't be so calm if this was you."
"No, but that is not me, I'm here to keep you calm."
He couldn't tell her just how angry he felt; he couldn't bear to see her in pain. But of course she wouldn't believe him. She would build up a little fury and run around like an angry kitten that thinks itself a tiger. True, she was powerful, but he was only ever afraid of her hurting herself.
"I'm not calm!"
"Shhh, it's going to be okay."
"How can you know?"
"Because I'm holding our baby girl in my arms."
"Let me see her!"
"She's beautiful."
"Of course she is; she's ours."
"Are you still angry?"
"No, I'm happy."
"Good."
"I love you."
(A/N Not great for the prompt, but it's the best I could do.)