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(A few) Noctyx and Luxiem boys react to you having their baby!
Note: I only picked the first three I had ideas for, because these are longer than usual. I might do some more another time!
>Sonny
Sonny has been slightly too attentive as the due date draws closer. You have to remind yourself not to laugh at him for being so jumpy - it's only because he cares, and oh does he care, but it is a little funny when you make the slightest groan of discomfort and he freezes in place, wide eyed. That being said, he's extremely competent when the time does come, even if he does go as pale as a sheet as soon as you tell him you need to go to hospital.
He's quiet, on high alert. Your every need is accounted for - to the point of pestering sometimes, but frankly you are occupied and not paying too much attention - and the only times he leaves your side are for necessities. He has to be coaxed into eating by a kindly nurse as the hours draw on, although he's so anxious he feels as if he might throw it all back up.
All those hours of fretting over you and building nausea are washed away as soon as he sees his baby for the first time. Something in his face softens as he hears them cry, looking between you and the baby in an joyful, awed state; he doesn't know where to look, or what to do with himself, or what to say.
When Sonny holds them for the first time, he finally manages to choke out a couple of words, trembling as if he's trying not to cry -
"They're beautiful."
>Fulgur
Fulgur is markedly more relaxed... Possibly slightly too relaxed by most people's standards, but it's a comforting presence. Since both of you knew ahead of time that there's no feasible way you could get to a hospital in time, you've already contacted a midwifery ahead of time.
When the time comes, Fulgur greets it with raised eyebrows and a little "Oop, here we go!", picking up the phone to contact the midwife - in truth, he's not that worried at all. You're competent, he's competent, the midwifes are competent, what's there to panic about?
The one thing that does concern him is the sheer amount of pain you're in. He asks several times if you're really okay without painkillers, reminding you that it's not too late to arrange transportation to the hospital if you need an epidural, but you'd rather stay put. There's nowhere you feel safer than where you are... At home, with professionals helping you and your hand in Fulgur's, squeezing around his thumb.
He otherwise stays light-hearted throughout, and although you could almost slap him when he makes a joke about billing you for damages to the bed linen and mattress it's all in good faith. He has confidence in you, and when the baby is finally delivered the first thing he does is stroke your hair lovingly. He tells you well done, planting a kiss on your forehead.
Nestling into your shoulder as the baby is handed back to you, laid in your arms, he now understands what it's like to feel complete.
>Ike
In all truth, the pregnancy was a wholly unexpected but pleasant surprise, the result of heat of the moment passion at Ike's work desk during what should have been a safer day. You were slightly nervous about what his reaction might be to the news of your pregnancy - what if he wasn't ready, or didn't want kids?
But your worrying was for nothing. He was ecstatic. He thought you were joking at first, not even looking up from his manuscript, but upon realising you're serious he went completely giddy. The next nine months were spent reading every parenting book he could get his hands on, going to every class going, and preparing a little "nest" for you where the guest bedroom was. Ike does insist you give birth at home, in the area he's prepared for you, and scouts out someone he considers the perfect midwife. He gets protective easily, and this is no exception.
When it's time, he leaps straight to his phone without another moment, sandwiching it between his head and shoulder as he helps you to the nest he's so lovingly made. Although you initially thought it might be too over the top, now you're in active labour it's suddenly a very appreciated gesture. Ike's worrying, but he hides it well under a veneer of confident calmness, stroking your hands as you white-knuckle grip him. Secretly, despite the inelegance and viscera of it all, he finds the way you endure the immense pain for the sake of him and his baby to be rather beautiful. He watches you, entranced, cooing gentle words of encouragement.
Ike is rarely the type to completely melt... But when he holds his baby for the first time, gets to behold their face, he all but collapses into love.
"Hello, little one."
Looking into his baby's eyes, your baby's eyes, he knows that from now on he has a new muse.
