Disclamier: I own everything but anything that is Harry Potter, or anything from the books. That belongs to the lovely Miss JK Rowling. I own the Hearts, including all of them and the setting plus plot. enjoy :P

Prologue:

November 20th, 10 months after…

"Arkady!"

Dark blue eyes opened a painful look in them as he glanced up at his wife before another pain wracked him, and he groaned. Just as a glare worked its way onto his face, making his eyes turn half cold lidded with his pain throughout those dark depths. He was doing all the grunt work, so to speak. What the bloody hell did she want from him now? His body was sensitive to the pressure that was contained only to his stomach at the moment. One of his pale hands was gripping the blanket beneath his laid down form, the other hand was resting on his stomach. This to his wife was considerably stretched tight, and round from the growth of his son inside of him. Arkady Heart was indeed pregnant, near ten months to be exact.

"What Victoria?" Arkady added in a growl a cold glare fixed in his blue eyes. His wife's eyes narrowed in silent anger. Victoria was set on her temper, yes but jealousy rang inside her head. She hadn't liked that growl in his voice nor that she was the one who was supposing to deliver their son alive and healthy. Well…try to help her husband give birth as she tried to coach him was more like it. Pushing her black hair out of her face as she flicked a finger to make it twirl and stay put up. She needed to help ease her Kady, as well as herself…it was bad enough she was freaked about this too. ""It's not like you're dying or anything. Just try to relax," Victoria said with a soft smile, pushing aside her jealousy. Making sure it didn't rear up again.

Dark blue eyes swiveled to look at his wife, a critical look in them at her. Was she insane or something? "Oh oui, you tell me to relax. How am I supposed to do that, when its feels like I'm dying!" He said his French accent mighty thick as he spoke. Victoria shook her head as she slowly brushed Arkady's face with a cold wash cloth dabbing away the sweat from his forehead. Taking a long glance down into he husbands eyes, she calmly said: "Yeah, yeah. But you're not dying are you? You're just squeezing something the size of a melon out of an opening the size of a lemon."

Arkady set a dark to kill for look in his eyes, making his Victoria. Yes HIS, Victoria shrug like she had said something that was the most common thing to say in the world. Hardly! Before he could speak a word out to her, he could feel his belly muscles tensing up as a contraction was about to hit him. His brows rose down knitting together as he grimaced before he let out a sound of pain. His head jerked back silently, for whatever his wife had done to him. Arkady hoped he didn't have to do it for along while, it hurt like a bitch. But finally he managed to curse out at her, as he gritted his teeth as that one pain continued an assault as his body prepared to remove his son from his own body.

The curse, of course was in French much to the annoyance of his British speaking wife. Who he had only taught bits and pieces of his own language. "Ma Cherie, vous faites un pas au-dessus de la ligne. Douleur d'Oh…the. Oh Mon dieu! Douleur, vous femme sanglante!" Kady cursed out at his wife, not bothering to care as she continued to dab at his forehead. Victoria shook her head, as she washed the sweat that had beaded on his forehead more. She was frantic as she watched him grip tightly onto the blanket beneath him, as well as that she could see that her little son didn't like the sensations of getting pushed.

She cold feel him moving beneath the skin of her husbands taunt skin tight belly, but she still couldn't help the thought of love that was in her chest. She would finally be able to greet her little one in a few short hours, or so Victoria hoped. "I'm sorry sweetie, but I don't understand what you said," she murmured softly to Arkady. She knew he was in a world of pain, because simply…he was a guy. And even though he had told her male pregnancies occurred in the wizard world she was worried. Arkady made a look up at her and pursed his lips in a tight line, as he tried to control his breathing.

He was going into thought of how he had ended up in this mess in the first place, which he remembered all to well. And like that day he could feel the weight of his fangs in his mouth; his vampire side was appearing from the all too known pain. But it had dimmed, but as nature was taking its course he knew those contractions would become faster and more painful. He groaned and let his head flop back onto the pillow behind his head. Until then, they had to wait and his eyes flashed wide as he felt another one coming, but it was a lesser one. Thankfully.

He began to think about how he'd ended up in the mess he was. But even to Arkady it wasn't a mess. No, this isn't a messy thing. Its my son being born, a happy day as well as wonderful thing to happen, He thought to himself on a happy note, smiling slightly as he looked at Victoria. Now Arkady remembered, as it had begun….or as what he had seen from his wife's thoughts and memories as well. But he knew it pretty good as well.

French:

My dear, you take a step above the line. Pain of oh...the. Oh my god! Pain, you bloody woman!

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