15. Breathing (Mila/Nash)
"Just breathe," Nash repeats, squeezing Mila's hand. "You'll be fine."
"Why – are you here, Lord King?" she gasps through the combined haze of labor pains, the healer's drugs, and Fire's power. "You are not a healer – or the father – "
"I'm a friend, and I wish to be here for you. And for the hundredth time, won't you call me Nash?"
She glares at his winning smile – "Rocks, this is not the time!" – but keeps hold of his hand anyway.
By the time her son arrives and the healer hands him over, Mila can breathe again - and smile back.
"Thank you … Nash."