Her body screamed. Everything below her navel was a single point of pressure, of too much, and she heard herself make a sound she didn't recognise, half sob, half growl, as something shifted and gave way. The relief was immediate and enormous, a flood of sensation rushing out of her, and then.
"He's here, it's a boy."
Felicity closed her eyes, breathing out a long, controlled breath as her core muscles contracted perfectly under the influence of her fortification buffs.
She forced her eyes open, blinking sweat from her lashes, and found his face. Those sharp, calculating eyes were wet. Voss. His jaw worked, and he swallowed hard before looking down at what he held.
Felicity pushed herself up on trembling elbows, desperate to see. What Voss cradled in those massive, scarred hands was...
