A special time for Daine and Numair
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Disclaimer: It breaks my little heart to say this but I don't own the characters. I own a bit of the plot. It's Daine in labour and so far I am the only one here who has written that sort of thing. Or at least I think I am. I haven't read much FanFiction for a while.
Numair pushed past the throngs of soldiers at Mastiff. It seemed to him that people only got in the way, and wanted to converse with him, when he was in a desperate rush. His wife was in labour. For Mithros' sake, MOVE! He finally made it to his wife's rooms. He rushed to her side.
Baird stood there, attempting to calm the crying woman.
"Numair!" she saw him. He kissed her perspiring forehead.
Alanna had trained him in what to do if Daine went into labour. They had constructed several spells to make it easier and less painful.
His hand went to her lower ribcage and he muttered the spell. Her body melted back to full human. Daine lay back with a sigh but then sat bolt upright as another contraction rippled through her body.
"Baird, the spell will only last an hour." Numair said.
The duke was looking from Daine to Numair, his eyes holding the slightest bit of awe and envy. He broke out of his daze and stepped towards the bed.
Daine was now crying from the pain of the spasms. Numair put his hand to her stomach and black fire glittered around his palm. He whispered the spell and the magic raced through Daine. The muscles inside her, relaxed. As each spasm came he sent forth his magic to relax her. All that mattered was her and their unborn child. Because of the spell, the child was born in less than an hour. For a whole twenty seconds the child was human. It was a blissful baby girl, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Daine lay back with a laugh into Numair's arms when the child started shape shifting. Numair kissed his wife on the top of her head and said "Love you. You did it. We have a baby."
I'm a Da! He shouted exuberantly inside. When he spoke to his love again, he discovered the wildmage was asleep in his arms, her head resting on his chest.