Author's Note: This part contains M-preg, angst, violence, gore, and I'm about to make Gaelrick as a permanent warning...the male should be one... Eyadei finally manages to do as Gaelrick demands and feels both frightened for the cub he carries and pleased that it might mean that the male will leave him alone. However, once the cub is born and it is indeed the son the other wants, Eyadei realizes that it might not be what he should worry about most when his defiant stance nearly costs him everything.

Part Two: Bringing Light into Darkness

He slumps feeling a sense of both accomplishment and dread as he stares at the current results. Gaelrick would be pleased, of that he had no doubt. He just wasn't happy to have an innocent anywhere near the other though he has a sneaking suspicion that if the child is another girl that it won't matter anyway. He heard very little about the male's daughters only that their unfortunate mothers had "vanished" and that the only reason they hadn't gone the same way was that they could be mated when they were older. That was definitely not something he'd wish on anyone sharing his bloodline. Sliding his hand down to his stomach, he rubs the flat expanse of skin before whispering, "I'm sorry...that you're coming into such a hell, little one."

He was also sure it was going to be hell on him as there was no one else there who could help him through what would be a very painful labor if he didn't manage to find something to ease himself that didn't knock him unconscious. Part of him is just sure that he's going to have to grit his teeth and bear it as it would probably amuse the bastard who sired the child. Actually, he was pretty sure it would amuse him. Gaelrick did get off on others pain especially if he was the underlying cause of it. However it turned out, Eyadei would manage. He was becoming frighteningly good at that. Necessity made it unavoidable.

The door opens signaling Gaelrick's return and he merely sits there not feeling the need to try and avoid the other considering the circumstances would be to the others liking this time around. He wasn't expecting the other to be kind; far from it but he was pretty sure that he wasn't getting another set of scars to add to the two sets that already disfigured him in his mind. The male steps into the doorway and raises an eyebrow seeing him merely sitting there with the results. "I am suspecting that you don't think the results are going to displease me since you aren't cowering in another room."

"I'm pregnant," he says simply as he slides the results closer to the edge of the table nearest the other.

"It's about damn time, Eyadei. Let's hope for your sake...that it's a boy."

He would make a not so subtle threat out of it which comes as no surprise to the medic. Eyadei merely nods his head knowing that arguing with the other was pointless and only brought pain. Hopefully, this pregnancy would be easier on him than the male was though he wasn't looking forward to any sort of hormonal inclination that could even be slightly described as desire for the other. That would just be the most disturbing thing about this because there was no way in a million years that he would want the other to touch him. He despised the other touching him even in Heat but that had more to do with the fact that the other was a sadistic asshole who had no compassion in him. He'd rather have no sex than endure what the other put him through. Unfortunately, the other didn't seem to like giving him a choice in the matter so he hoped his body would give him a break. It would be nice. He's just not about to hold his breath for that.

Three months is all it takes for Eyadei to decide that fate was enjoying making him miserable as the mood swings get to the point where he was pretty sure that he was going to spend a lot of time either on the floor bleeding from a blow to the mouth or being shoved against whatever surface was around because Gaelrick just did not see the point in being understanding of his condition. If that wasn't enough, the changes that were taking place, and his over-active libido were making him just wish that he'd slit his own throat before he'd allowed this. However, being a medic meant following what they stood for and that was healing and helping others which meant letting as little harm befall the cub he carried as he could. Gaelrick just didn't make it easy on him. In fact, part of him was thinking that the child would be lucky to be carried to term though the other part was quick to point out that Gaelrick knew what kind of pain could be inflicted before he'd miscarry and stayed inside that limit.

Starting to lactate is even more embarrassing and listening to the brunette's amused, snide commentary about it or when he would tug and pull a swollen nipple until milk would dribble out before making a caustic joke about it made Eyadei quite tempted to sock him but he refrained and just took the teasing in stride knowing that there was nothing he could do without harming himself or the cub though it was mostly him who would pay for that. He just watched the calendar and prayed for this to be over soon as much as he prayed for the cub to be healthy. However, there were nights that would find him in the kitchen staring at herbs that when mixed together would mean imminent death for the child he carried. Those nights were the worst as he wondered how he could even contemplate such an act of cruelty before he'd remind himself of who it was that had helped make the small being. He never did it, his nerves and guilt always won out but it was becoming a tug-of-war with his conscience over this that he didn't like at all.

Finally all the enduring, praying, hoping, long nights, body changes, moods, and serious contemplations of murder come to an end as his water breaks early in the morning. Having to handle this by himself was excruciating but he closes his eyes and focuses on what he needed to do to get his cub safely into the world. It's just hard to handle as every nerve flares with every contraction. Sweat soon slicks his skin as it seems to take forever for the cub he carried to decide that it actually wants to come out. An agonizing four hours would pass before he'd finally get the chance to cut the cord and clean up the wailing bund before wrapping a blanket around the naked form. "H-hello, son," he whispers, "I'm just...not sure this was a great time to come into being." He cradles the small form close and knows that things were going to be a lot more complicated now that Gaelrick had the son he sought.

He's not alone long before Gaelrick returns and stills seeing the state of the sheets and small form in Eyadei's arms. "So?"

"You have a son," Eyadei says evident tiredness in his tone before he'd level a glare at the other, "And I don't care what you think; he is MY son, too, so I'm naming and taking care of him."

"You think so do you?" Gaelrick asks as his eyebrow raises.

"No, I know so," Eyadei retorts curtly, "I didn't spend nine months carrying him to let someone else nurse him. No, Gaelrick. He is MINE." He'd known that a wet nurse had been needed for each of the male's three daughters but he wasn't letting someone have that right when it came to the boy he cradled.

"You sure you want to make that much of a fuss, Eyadei?"

"I'm sure," he replies.

The feel of the other lifting the infant from him has him startled but that doesn't compare to how he feels when he's hauled from the bed and dragged outside naked, slick from sweat and blood, and weakened from the ordeal of pushing the male out. "Then I tell you what; if you're alive in about twelve hours then I'll let you breastfeed and name the brat." Eyadei is about to demand why he thought that would be such a hardship when the other forms a KI-blade and slits his throat open on the same side of the scars across his eye and smirks before stalking away.

Eyadei presses his hands to his bleeding neck and closes his eyes struggling to calm his breathing and his pulse. He had no materials to use as a bandage thanks to having been naked while giving birth and flinally slides his own tail up around his neck pressing hard struggling to staunch the blood flow and to give it time to close on its own. Dizziness soon overtakes him and he wonders if when he'd wake up, he'd be dead and really things wouldn't matter anymore before the darkness wraps around him and drags him under.

It's a strange pressure that he wakes to and his vision clears slowly before he figures out what it is as pain greets him which clearly spoke that he was alive even if the sight of the small brunette against his chest didn't. The soft sucking sounds have him blushing as he slowly becomes aware of the sensation of the other as he feeds. "Well, what's his name?" Gaelrick's voice makes him turn his head slowly to look at the other.

"His...Oh...R-right...I earned that didn't I?" he manages before adding quickly, "Lygoren...His name is Lygoren."

"Well, I guess it could be worse," the other replies snorting, "You're far too compassionate, Eyadei. However, there is a compromise to be had in all of this; You are allowed to breast feed him until he's weaned. After that, he NEVER knows who you are. Ever. Or you die. That goes for anyone who may come after. You are the medic and NOTHING more. Do I make myself clear?"

Eyadei stares at him wondering how the other could demand such a cruel thing. "If I refuse?"

"You die," comes the cold reply.

Eyadei stares down at the cub he carried, the child he would never be able to claim and feels his heart break. "As you command, sir." It was the hardest agreement he'd shown in a long time and it hurt. Oh did it hurt. Tears form and he gently brushes his fingers through the others brown hair. He'd never get the chance to be called 'mama', never be able to watch him take his first steps, say his first words, or protect him from the devil his father was. Struggling to keep from crying, he starts humming a soft lullaby his own mother had used to ease him when he'd been fussy as a child. Soon he would go from humming the soft lullaby to singing softly.

"Strong be your steps, my child.

Gentle your fists when not at war

Firm be your stance on all things

Honor bound you are, my son.

Follow the path you choose

Whatever bitter ends may come

Remember the lessons taught

Know, son, above all, you are loved."

"Whoever wrote that should be strung up somewhere," Gaelrick mutters.

"It's just something that soothes to a calmer state if not to sleep," Eyadei replies curtly, "I don't know why it bothers you so much."

"It's complete crap."

There was just no winning with this male and it made Eyadei angry to hear his caustic commentary about things he saw as trivial or paltry. He goes back to just humming the tune ignoring the other as he had a limited amount of time that he would get to spend with his son and he didn't want to waste a second of it on being angry with Gaelrick.

Lygoren is tucked into his crib before Eyadei stares at himself in the mirror and sighs softly at the cut. "Yet another lovely reminder," he sighs as he goes about bandaging it. He was a little surprised that he'd managed to get it to close before he bled to death. He tightens the bandage before staring at himself in the mirror. He might not be able to watch his son grow up but he could be here if he played his cards right and played the game Gaelrick had set before him. It wasn't perfect but as the medic, the ONLY medic it gave him reason to see the other periodically for illness and whatnot. He could give what strength he could to the other. He could just hope that Gaelrick wouldn't be too hard on his own flesh and blood. Deep down, however, he is pretty sure that Lygoren's road will be a hard and bitter struggle. He turns and stares at the sleeping infant before walking over and gazing down at him and whispering, "If you are out there...listening, watching, whatever, then please hear me and protect my son. He doesn't deserve to grow up knowing fear and terror. Please...have some mercy on him."