I wrote this while listening to South Park and "Jump On The Ground" on repeat. Explicit humor and techno rave music don't work for fluff chapters.
Sorry.
Chapter Five-
Macon paced back and forth in his study, his face in a frown.
He was worried.
He was nervous.
He was afraid.
He hated being unsure about things.
He hated chance.
He had brought children into the world. Well, not yet- but soon. Within two months he'd be a proud father. Within the past month he had learned he'd be a father of two, actually.
His breathing quickened as he paced quicker, going over situations in his head.
What if she went into labor in daylight, when he couldn't leave Ravenwood?
What if she wasn't capable of birthing Supernatural children, and the children died?
Or worse- what if she died? He couldn't take care of two kids alone- his childhood had been so abnormal she had pretty much had to show him how to be a caring, loving, and accepting father. He was already most of it, but he needed a little nudge of reassurance from his wife.
He was too lost in his thoughts to realize he had stopped pacing and didn't hear the creaking floorboards.
"Honey?"
His head turned, eyebrows raised questioningly.
"Lila? What are you doing up this late?"
She walked into the room further, showing off her very large stomach. Her eyes were heavy with sleeplessness. "I can't sleep. The kids think i'd be cool to 'Bend It Like Beckham'." she said, rubbing her stomach as Macon's eyes grew wide in his state of awe, ushering her down to the couch, cradling her around her stomach. Sure enough, he felt a few kicks.
"Any day now-" he said, smiling. Soon, the sickness and the mood swings would be over. Thank god for that, he thought.
She snuggled into his shoulder. "I'm worried about you, dear." she said, Macon was dumbfounded, looking at her with wide eyes. "Me? I should be the one worried about you!"
"I'm sure labor will be just fine." she said "If it's in the daylight, I might just have to have a home birth. Or we can play the skin card-" she was referring to the metaphorical card of telling her doctor's her husband had a skin condition where he had a drastic sensitivity to sunlight and UV rays, so he never came to appointments for her and the babies.
"No. You're going to the hospital and that's final. I'd give up seeing you give birth than risk your life in a home birth." He said sternly, yet showing her with his kind eyes that he was doing it only because he loved her.
He stroked her hair lovingly, the silence becoming full of warmth and love. Second turned to minutes, and as soon as he thought she had fallen asleep, she bolted upwards, a hand on her stomach, her eyes staring right at Macon.
"I think my water just broke."