Eira removed her clothes as she got on her hands and knees. She could feel her son moving down within her, forcing her to push him out. Not hearing the door open and close, Eira face planted into the blankets and grunted out loud. Brynjar got on the bed and moved behind his wife, massaging her back. Eira stopped pushing, groaning and gasping for air before she continued. She clawed at the blanket, pulling as much as she could towards her.
“Oh my god!” She cried out.
Brynjar leaned down and pressed his lips against his wife’s ear.
“Calm down, my love.” He said to her softly.
Eira stopped moving for a second before she moved from his grasp. She turned around and tears had fallen hard as she saw her husband right behi
