The first thing that hit Nuit was the pain; it felt so familiar as if he was back at the Bratva Clan.
Lying on the bed with his legs spread was really nostalgic. This brought back traumatic memories of his previous life, giving birth to his babies and having them snatched away from him.
Kion panicked.
'We're fucked, fucked, fucked.
"I can't bandage a wound, let alone help deliver a baby. A Bratva baby for fuck sakes.
Hnnnnnnghhhhhh
Nuit's painful moans filled the room.
"Get this thing out of me.
Kion gripped his hair. Panick was eating him alive. Maybe he should call his master.
'No! He might call his brother, and master Nuit wouldn't like that.
Kion watched as Nuit gripped the bed with sweaty hands. His jet-black hair was matted with sweat on his forehead. He was in so much pain.
"Okay, I got this. You can do this, Kion. Just think. This is…..
HNNNNNNNNGGGHH
"I can't take it anymore.
Nuit screamed so loud that the room vibrated.
"Oh my goodness,' Kion exclaimed in terror. The butler was nowhere to be seen, Tan was at the control panel, and his master was busy with his sick wife. And Carl is unconscious.
What should he do?' He can't really deal with this.
"Step aside.
Kion turned to the owner of the voice.
"Tan~ thank the stars you are here. I didn't...
"Save it,' Tan walked urgently towards the bed. "Sir, I need you to do something for me, and that is to take a breath nice and slowly.
Nodding Nuit blindly took heavy, hurtful breaths before gritting his teeth in pain.
Tan turned to the confused adjacent.
"I will need some towels, a bowl of hot water, and a sharp pair of scissors.
Kion gave a frantic nod, staggering as he made his way out.
Hnnnnhhh
Nuit felt as if a planet was pressing down on his abdomen, causing him so much pain he felt as if lightning had struck him.
"I want you to take a deep breath and push,' Tan urged softly.
Tan observed Nuit's thin body and wondered if this delivery would be a success. However, he had to make sure that the baby was safe. The Bratva Clan doesn't take chances with their offspring, especially heirs from the direct lineage.
The last thing he needs is the Bratva Clan breathing down his neck for revenge.
The baby first, mother second.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Roars escaped Nuit's bleeding lips. A primal scream of defiance against the tearing of his own flesh. His frail body ached off the bed, his toes curling so hard they cramped, his fingers digging and pulling into the bedding.
Hnnnggggggggghhhhhh
"Push, keep pushing, I can see the head.
Tan encouraged sternly.
His voice was higher now, thinner, laced with the panic of a dam about to burst. He was panting between pushes, ragged, desperate breaths that sounded like a wounded animal.
Hah… Hah… hah…
"I can't…
Tan's eyes widened. 'Shit
"You can't give up now, the head is almost out,' Tan persuaded.
"Fuck it,' Nuit snarled between heavy breaths. "Look for a way to get that thing out of me, dead or alive.
Tan swallowed. And here he was looking for ways to save the precious offspring of the Bratva Clan.
'Where is the motherly love that was supposed to show on his face.
Tan thought deeply.
Hnnnnnggggghhhhhh
Tan snapped back to the situation at hand. He looked at Nuit with a final resolve in his eyes.
"Sir, you must push.
Nuit gritted his teeth as he gave a push that made his eyes roll back.
"The head is out, sir. You're doing well. Now all we need is one final push.
HHnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhh
It was a long, drawn-out groan that seemed to last an eternity. Nuit felt his soul squeezed out of his mortal body. He felt the infant he had carried for months slip out of his body into Tan's hands.
W-W-W-W-Whuh…
A weak, reedy noise filled the room.
Waaaaaaaaaah…
"It's a boy,' Tan announced, his eyes on the Bratva birthmark on the infant's left chest.
Nuit lay limp on the bed, drifting in and out of consciousness.
At that moment, Kion walked in with the bowl of hot water, towels, and scissors, looking like he had fought a war to acquire them.
Tan cut the cord connected to the mother and child. He wrapped the infant up and placed him by his mother's side.
What Nuit did next stunned both Tan and Kion beyond their imagination.
"Take that thing away from me,' Nuit subconsciously yelled, startling the infant to wail.
Tan was confused. "Sir, this is…
Waaaaahhhhhhhhh
Nuit grabbed hold of the child furiously. Kion ran up to him and snatched the infant, fearing Nuit would harm him.
Nuit weakly fell back into the bed with a satisfied smile on his pale face.
"Don't bring that thing near me or else it won't look good,' Nuit threatened, his eyes heavy with sleep.
The two stood watching the once pregnant man, now looking thin and frail, sleep as if he had not just threatened to kill his own child.
"Let's pretend this never happened,' Tan stated casually.
The infant was still wailing loudly.
"What?' Kion turned to him sharply. "We can't act like this never happened?' He kept calling his baby a thing…
"It happened with my boss when Misha was born, yet the boy is still alive,' Tan gave a calm smile. "Not everything is for the worse. It's just hormones talking.
Kion couldn't believe what he was hearing. The only person whom he thought was normal on this ship turns out to be as crazy as they are.
Kion was about to leave the room when a sudden thought flashed in his mind.
He turned to Tan almost sharply.
"Who is controlling the ship?'