Not the moment, not the place

With Maeve's words echoing in the room, Lucien braced himself. His hands were shaking but he was ready to catch their child, no matter what. I won't let you down, Maeve, he promised. And I certainly won't drop our baby.

With a soft, encouraging whisper to Maeve, he prepared himself for the final stretch of her labor. You're almost there, love. You're doing amazing. We'll meet our baby soon, and I promise I won’t drop him, or uh, her…. He said nervously. He winced again as he looked at things, the gravity of the situation starting to truly sink in. Not only was he about to be a father, but he was about to be the one to deliver his own child.

@Rosalie Rutherford
@Maeve Valathrian