Chapter Eight: Life

Michael heard the screams upstairs. The midwives were there with Riya. Arthur continued to wrap Michael into his arms as they cuddled on the bed. "Arthur your wife is in labour" he reminded.

"So?"

"What do you mean so? She is your wife. She is giving birth to your son. Your heir. The heir to the kingdom. You should be there."

Arthur kissed Michael's neck. "Too kind. "

Michael did not understand people telling him this. He wasn't kind just sensitive to things that happened around him.

"That woman has midwives looking after her she is going to be fine. Plus I married her because she is strong enough not to die in childbirth."

Michael breathed holding his stomach. "Auh..hn"

"What is wrong?" Arthur asked quickly. Worry on his features. He and Michael sat up on bed. Michael held his hand.

"Arthur call my mother."

"What is happening? Are you okay?"

'Ahh!" Michael screamed again. Squeezing Arthur's hand. "Call my mom! "

Mona was a midwife. Michael didn't want anyone else helping