You screamed as you pushed.
The labor was hard, but Bálor was by your side the entire time doing what he could to make you more comfortable. Thankfully, he took away most of your pain with a soft chant of a spell but it was still exhausting what your body was being put through.
Finally you had to push one more time and then you heard a baby's cry followed by:
"It's a boy, your highnesses."
"Finton," Bálor said softly, a smile playing at his lips.
Surprising yourself, you reached your arms out, "Let me hold him, please?"
Bálor took the baby from the midwife's embrace and gently passed him over to you. "Our son." He looked at the midwife then. "Give us a few moments alone."
With that, the midwife turned and left the chamber.
"Love, why did you run from me again?"
The baby cooed as you thought over your answer. "I was scared of being a mother. I was afraid I wouldn't be a good one. I wanted to leave the baby with the nuns. I figured they would be a better option than me."
"That church was filled with evil people, Y/N. You have no idea what you were leaving our child behind with."
"I'm sorry," you whispered, gazing down at your son. "I won't do it again. I'm just... I'm so scared I won't be enough for him."
"That proves you will be," Bálor smiled at you kindly. "You care enough about being a good mother. You will be a good mother. I can see in your eyes already, you love him dearly. As I do."
You looked up at Bálor with a smile on your lips and tears in your eyes. "He's beautiful, isn't he?"