You and Hvitserk were struggling in the beginning of your marriage, as you were trying to have children. Some would think with how insatiable he is, you would already be with your 4th child by now. But no, that was not the case. A year later, and here you were, having twins.
Since you were trying so hard, the Gods had decided to bless you with two little ones. Both boys, who resembled their father undoubtedly. They were not too whiny as some babies were, but they were almost constantly hungry, which explained why you were eating more than usual when you were pregnant. They got their fathers insatiable personality.
You sat on the bed, three weeks after giving birth and held your first born to your chest for him to suckle as your other son sat in his father's arms, having already ate, close to sleeping.
"They are so beautiful, my love." Hvitserk spoke softly. Your smile widened as you stared at the little one in your arms.
"Yes they are. All the pain in the world would be worth to see this day." You said just as softly. You pressed a kiss onto the baby in your arms as Hvitserk sat his son down into a cot and some furs. He then took the son from your arms and laid him beside his brother and instantly they latched hands, making Hvitserk smile.
The boys slept on as Hvitserk crawled into bed and pulled you into his chest.
"You have made me the most proudest and happiest man." He spoke into your ear.
You smiled, not saying anything but pressing a kiss to his lips.