It was long past midnight when Drizzt felt somebody kicking him. Still in his dreams he opened his eyes and saw his wife turning around (in the measure she could- the enormous belly impeding her to lay face-down) and moaning aloud. Suddenly he felt like something was spilled over the bed. His head working fast counting months…Ches-one, Tarsaskh-two…now its Uktar so…so…
"STUMPED!" in a jump Drizzt was near the door, and in a few seconds he was running down the halls screaming like a crazy.
When he finally reached the right door he started to knock so furiously that when the cleric opened it with the intention to kill Wulfgar (she thought, he was the only one in the entire mine who was capable to kick out her door) and found just a skinny elf…
"What in the Nine Holly He…." She didn't manage to finish the phase, because the skinny elf was dragging her down the corridor. Few minutes later she found herself in Catti-brie's and Drizzt's room. Catti was trying to get up supporting her stomach and moaning at every movement. Stumped didn't need any more explanation. She turned around and tried to make a step but stumbled at Regis, who woke up owing to the dark elf's shouts and rapidly understood what was going on. By this time in the room were more people than it was necessary including Bruenor, Wulfgar and Pwent whose odor made Catti feel even worse. Finally the cleric came to her senses and started firing out people giving orders to Regis (as he was the only one in this chaos who could think…at least a bit).
After some time of screaming, crushing in the room remained just three persons – Stumped, Drizzt and of course the-soon-to-be mother. After some thinking Stumped let the halfling enter- her task was helping Catti-brie, to her mind the drow was also in need.
To Drizzt it was difficult to stay calm. His wife giving birth to his first child and she was suffering. And she was giving birth to HIS first child. He would be a FATHER.
Regis slapped his friend in his face (to do that the little halfling had to jump) as he saw that Drizzt was floating somewhere in his thoughts.
"She needs you…"he said.
"I know, it's just…"
"Ye'll be a great father, don't doubt that. But if ye'll stay here with that dumb face I'll give ye such a slap ye'll remember it for the rest of yer life!" It did sound like a slap…
'He spends too much time with dwarfs' Drizzt thought as he was holding Catti's hand.
"Ok, honey, it's time you should start pushing" Stumped said.
"What!" Drizzt's eyes widened.
"Not you! Calm down! Catti, dear, the last effort…" She inclined near Catti and in some minutes Drizzt was holding a little nubbin with white hair and dark skin.
"It's a girl, congratulations!" Stumped said with a smile.
"A…a…g…gi…girl?" Drizzt's tongue flatly refused to move correctly.
"Ok, don't relax yet – the second is coming…" the cleric was serious again.
"I'm sorry what did you say? The SECOND!" Drizzt tongue woke up in a moment.
"Yes, yes the SECOND! Or ye suddenly lost the art of counting!" Stumped growled.
"N…No" The elf muttered 'stupid tongue!' he thought a second later…
"What takes them so long!" It seemed like Bruenor had a couple of needles stuck in his bottom – he spent the last hour going back and forth and mumbling curses to everyone.
Wulfgar gave him a puzzled look. What the Hell did that dwarf wanted him to answer!
"Sometimes giving birth to the child takes hours, even days" The barbarian tried to calm his impatient friend. In vain…
"You, humans are so difficult!" Bruenor grumbled.
Another puzzled look crossed Wulfgar's face. He was about saying that in such things dwarfs and humans were very similar, when suddenly the Drizzt appeared holding two nubbins.
"Finally!" Said Bruenor- he wasn't facing the door at the moment so when he turned around there was no end to his surprise "Two?"