09-17-2008, 05:25 AM
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Styx had read somewhere that men were traditionally sent to boil water during labour. Not really because it was needed, but because it gave them something to do. And while part of him wished he would be sent to needlessly boil water, he didn't want to leave Hel's side either.
Watching from the doorway for a moment or two -- due to that part of him that didn't know what to do -- he then padded inside, going up to Hel. He didn't want to miss this. He had no idea how things were done in Hel's childhood pack (not that she'd ever had a childhood), but they weren't there. They weren't even in his childhood pack. They were in Phoenix Valley, and they would make their own traditions. And one of those traditions, Styx decided, would be that it would be the father's right to be present.
Crouching down next to his mate, Styx reached out and offered her his paw to hold. Not his main paw, of course; he was quite aware of her strength and guessed that he'd lose the use of it for at least the rest of the day. Did it matter? Not really. Not in the face of this.
"I love you, cariad," he said softly. "You're doing so well."
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Styx had read somewhere that men were traditionally sent to boil water during labour. Not really because it was needed, but because it gave them something to do. And while part of him wished he would be sent to needlessly boil water, he didn't want to leave Hel's side either.
Watching from the doorway for a moment or two -- due to that part of him that didn't know what to do -- he then padded inside, going up to Hel. He didn't want to miss this. He had no idea how things were done in Hel's childhood pack (not that she'd ever had a childhood), but they weren't there. They weren't even in his childhood pack. They were in Phoenix Valley, and they would make their own traditions. And one of those traditions, Styx decided, would be that it would be the father's right to be present.
Crouching down next to his mate, Styx reached out and offered her his paw to hold. Not his main paw, of course; he was quite aware of her strength and guessed that he'd lose the use of it for at least the rest of the day. Did it matter? Not really. Not in the face of this.
"I love you, cariad," he said softly. "You're doing so well."