In a town called Gravesfield, deep in the woods not too far off from the town, there was an old cabin which had been sitting there for centuries back when Gravesfield was founded. It had belonged to the two Whittebane brothers. It had been refurbished and fixed up that it hardly looked like it was ever abandoned. It was passed down to another relative and his new wife.
Inside the home, in the kitchen, a young woman, was hovering over a piece of paper. Her stomach was rounded and extended out with a huge noticeable bump. She was pregnant. Heavily pregnant at that, like she would pop at any minute. She was struggling to draw with her left hand on it, by making a plant glyph. The circle came out wonky and the glyph looked like a child had drew it, lines were all over the place. She tapped the glyph and smiled as a sharp vine with thorns shot out from it. It lifted her up a little, like a step stool, so she could reaching the top shelf to grab a box of flour. She was planning on making flapjacks as a surprise for her husband, since he didn't know what it was.
A young man, with red fushia colored eyes, a small scar on his right cheek and small nick on his left ear, happened to walk into the room, at the same time as she did so, seeing her. There was a small red cardinal perched upon on his shoulder. The little red bird chirped happily and flew off from the man's shoulder and landed into a small nest, that was sitting on a window sill. In it was also blue jay, who was laying on three eggs, their babies. One was starting to crack open.
Suddenly, the man's eyes widened a little as he noticed the vine starting to wobble before he quickly darted forward and caught the woman before she had fell backwards, and not smacked the back of her head on the counter behind her. She blushed, embarrassed, realizing that she was caught.
"Azara, if you needed help, you could've just called me. I would have gotten it for you."
"Hunter Whittebane, stop worrying. Just because I only have one arm now doesn't mean I'm completely helpless. I have to learn how to do this on my own, eventually. It's just going to take some time to get used to." Azara told him. "And what are you talking about? You did help me!" She grinned and popped off her left arm, shaking it in front of him. Hunter stared at it unamused, rather disturbed actually. "By making me this awesome artificial prosthetic arm. It's great for scaring kids, especially my brother! Although, King seems to find it rather enjoyable, seeing the look of terror on their faces."
"I know, but-" He trailed off, thinking.
Azara narrowed her eyes, concerned, as she stared at Hunter seeing that same worried expression on his face she's seen every day. Since the Titan was defeated along with Belos, which resulted in losing her left arm due to over use of magic and nearly dying. He's scared of losing her again.
Azara sighed. She placed the prosthetic arm on the table and cupped his cheeks with her hand. She stared directly into his eyes and Hunter, in return, held her hand, tightly with his. The two pulled in closer resting their foreheads against each other. Azara smiled and leaned up, kissing him on his lips.
"I'm fine. The baby's fine. We're both fine and here with you. Safe and sound."
"But, what if something happens and-!" Hunter started to panic. "You're due any day now!"
"Nothing's going to happen, yet." Azara assured him until she saw him starting to pace back and forth.
"You don't know that! How can you be so sure!?" He argued. Azara watched, as she tried not to laugh. It was too cute. She could tell that Hunter was worried about being a father, since he never had parents of his own. He was not a normal witch, a powerless one at that. He was an artificial clone of Philip's dead brother. However, Azara could see what Hunter was coming from. She was a little scared as well. Neither of them were exactly ready but it was a little too late for that. They were going to have to face it like all of the other obstacles they've faced together.
"Hunter, I'm telling you-" Azara's eyes widened as she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She felt something wet drip between her legs. Her eyes widened more in shock. She was going into labor! Azara looked up, seeing Hunter still pacing around, nervously.
"Hunter!-" She tried to call out to him, but a sharp contraction hit her like knives piercing her lower body. Lil Rascal had noticed that something was wrong and tried to get the young witch's attention. But, Hunter was still rambling on, still panicking.
"And what are we even going to name them?! We've haven't been able to pick out one out yet!"
Azara groaned and gritted her teeth, painfully. She was holding her stomach and started to slump a little to the floor.
"Hunter, the baby's coming!"
"And, the baby's coming!" Hunter completely stopped in his tracks. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened as he quickly turned his head back, looking at his wife who was now in a ball of pain with contractions on the kitchen floor.
"THE BABY'S COMING?! N-NOW?!" He exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yeah, it's coming. I can defiantly tell..." Azara moaned, painfully as another contraction hit. Hunter quickly ran over to her, helping her up. He lead Azara into the living room and placed her down on the couch. "Better to get Eda and someone from the healing coven, fast!"
"R-Right!" Hunter stammered, hysterically. "I'll be back, soon!"
He grabbed little rascal as he flew to him, transforming into a staff. Then Hunter quickly ran to the door that was under the stairs, opening it. It was a portal to the demon realm and quickly flew in to it, slamming it behind him. Azara sighed as she sat down on the couch and smiled softly as she looked down at her bulging stomach.
"You certainly have timing." She laughed until another wave of contraction came and yelped. "You almost made your dad have a heart attack."
