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Claude was a wreck pacing back and forth outside his chambers. The labor had been long and intensive and his friends had held him back several times from intruding and making a scene. He had never known such worry, he thought battle was hard but at least Byleth could defend herself, however knowing that she might be lost to him for a number of reasons as well as his child was nerve wracking to say the least
He heard the room on the other side of the door quiet collectively before the shrill cries of a child could be heard. He could no longer be contained and pushed through the heavy doors to see his tired bride resting deservedly as someone mopped her brow. His son's wrinkled face cried out for him as the nurses gently wiped him clean of blood and swaddled him in a linen cloth
Carefully they passed him his infant son who cooed softly up at him with soft chartreuse eyes. He shared his father's olive skin and dark hair but had the piercing eyes of his mother. He sat down beside his sleeping bride, offering her finger to the babe who reached up jerkingly and attempted to grasp it while his heart sang in his chest.
He struggled with a name but as Byleth reminded him, there was no rush. He brushed damp hair from her forehead as she held the giggling bundle who now wiggled his arms freely and kicked softly when she would look away. Her soft smile filled him with burning pride as his son followed his mothers eyes to look up at him innocently
"Jeralt." He beamed, looking upon her softened face. A few small tears left her eyes and Jeralt cast him an accusative glance
"You're always such a romantic." She sniffled, blowing the baby kisses to calm his frenzied hands