Alistair wasn’t sure when Evelyn had left their bed that early morning, but when he finally was coherent enough to push himself up from the mattress and push back the blankets the sun was barely peeking over the horizon and spilling into their room. He could hear her in the washroom attached to their royal chambers, the sounds of her retching a familiar one for the last several months.
It concerned Alistair to no end—he didn’t think her morning sickness would last this long into her pregnancy. Over the last few days she had been feeling progressively worse and even though Evelyn was stubborn and claimed to be alright, Alistair was worried there was something wrong. Ever since she had announced her pregnancy he had been overly protective, caring for her every whim and want so that she would have an easier time. The fact she was carrying his child was a miracle, and he wanted to make sure their child arrived safely.
When he heard her soft sobs echoing from the other room he pushed himself from the bed, pausing when the door swung open to reveal his wife.
“Shit!” It was rare for Alistair to ever curse without reason, but as he watched his wife exit from the washroom he was instantly worried about her appearance.
Evelyn was holding her nightdress up around her thighs with one hand, the other resting against the doorway as she struggled to keep herself upright. Alistair nearly leapt from his spot near the bed to his wife’s side as her face contorted in pain, her lips quivering as she let out a low groan. He could tell she had been crying and he regretted not waking earlier when she needed him.
Alistair wasn’t sture what was wrong, but his heart couldn’t stop racing as he glanced down at her rounded stomach before trailing his gaze further to where he saw a streak of pink and red along her thigh and knee.
“Are you bleeding?” He asked, panic rising in his chest as he gathered her in his arms, Evelyn quick to grab onto him tightly.
“Y—yes.” She barely got the words out through a series of pants and Alistair noticed a sheen of sweat gathering on her brow. “I’m…in labor.”
“B—but it’s too early!” Alistair exclaimed as he helped his wife cross back over to the bed. Evelyn sat down, her hands snapping to her stomach as she groaned out in pain once more. “Evelyn…”
“It’s going to be ok Alistair.” She breathed as he hovered over her, unable to calm his anxiety. “Just…” She trailed before nodding once more. “It’s going to be ok.“