Quince al'Pillan
The Upcoming Father Realizes His Duties


“Put me down, I’m not in labor! I’m not going to have the babies. I’m not ready yet!”
Her husband chuckled as he dumped her on their bed. “I don’t think the baby cares if you’re ready or not. He’s coming out weather you want him to or not.”
“I’m not ready yet! I refuse to have these babies! Go away!” She picked up the nearest thing, a paperweight, and chucked it at her husband. “Go away, go away!”

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Quince ducked the paperweight. "Rash, get Raven. Now. And Jerad too," Quince added as an afterthought. He had just remembered what Asha'man Ryalin had told him about Jerad and his Talent. The Dedicated looked at his suspiciously at him. "Now Dedicated! RUN!"

"I am NOT having this BABY! Do you hear me?!"

"Yes, love. I hear you, but it doesn't help." Quince winced at a particularly powerful contraction as his wife moaned in pain.

"No..." his wife said panting, "I am not..."

"I'm sorry, love, but you are. Now. What was it that Raven said to do when you started going into labor?"

"Quince, I tell you, I am not going into labor! Go away!" Tanya chucked a candlestick at him. Quince barely dodged. Where is she getting this much energy?! Just yesterday she was complaining of being tired...amid being hot, cold, and hungry...She's getting better at her aim, too. I just hope she doesn't decide to grasp the source and start heaving furniture at me.

"Damn you to hell, Quince! You did this to me! How dare you do this to me! I said go away! Can't you give a pregnant woman any respect?!"

"Yes, love. Whatever you say love." Quince dodged another pillow as it flew through the air. Quince ran forward and sat next to his wife and grabbed her hand as she tried to hit him. Tanya then tried to bring his fist next to her mouth so that she could bite him. Quince easily held back, keeping his hand out of reach.

"I don't want to have the baby now!"

"I'm sorry, love. Neither of us can help it. The baby wants out - now."

"I don't car-ooOOH" Quince winced again as he felt the pain in his loins and as his hand was crushed. He didn't want to know what his wife felt if he felt that much. Where was Raven when you needed her?

"Damn...you....Quince....How....dare...you......me..." His wife said between pants. Her hair was wet with sweat.