"Keep your hands off me you drunken winged rat!" Winter screamed at Qrow. Another wave of pain shot through her body with another contraction and she quickly grabbed Qrow's hand.
Qrow kissed Winter's temple. "You're doing great, sweetheart."
"Qrow, I don't think I can make it."
"Shh," Qrow soothed, petting Winter's sweat soaked hair. "You've got this."
"If I don't make it…"
"You're going to make it, and you're going to be a great mom."
Winter sat up, writhing in pain. "Oh, god. I can't do this."
"You can," Qrow said.
Winter glared at him. "This is all your fault. You just had to fly into my room with your stupid charming smile and your warm strong arms."
"Those aren't exactly things I can leave behind, dearest," Qrow said, grunting slightly as Winter's grip on his hand tightened.
"But you don't have to suffer for it!"
"You don't think it hurts me to see you in pain? Besides I'm pretty sure you broke my hand."
Winter elbowed Qrow in the gut. "Well, enjoy that because it's the last time you'll get to touch me."
"We'll see about that," Qrow said grinning.
"Do you want to die tonight? Cause I can make that happen?" Winter groaned. She blew what seemed like all the breath in her body out.
"It shouldn't be too much longer. You're getting closer."
"You said that exact same thing six hours ago," Winter moaned.
"Well, you're closer to giving birth now than you were then."
Winter reached back and slapped Qrow with the back of her hand. "You're lucky I'm not wearing my ring right now."
"Alright, let's check and see if you're ready," one of the nurses said, reentering the room.
"Oh, gods please tell me I am," Winter groaned.
"Looks like you are," the nurse said with a smile. She motioned for the doctor to come in.
"Are you ready for your baby to come, Mrs. Branwen?" the doctor asked.
"I've been ready," Winter huffed. "I've just been waiting for…AHHH!"
Winter screamed once more, nearly losing consciousness from the pain. She barely heard what the doctor was telling her, but somehow her body naturally knew what to do. Suddenly she felt a rush of relieve and heard the sound of a baby crying.
"Congratulations," the doctor said at last. "You have a daughter."