well wow apparently gods exist (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

"You okay?" She whispered, brushing his hair back into place.

Havenwood grinned at her. “Yeah, you just have cold hands, love.”

"Okay. Good." She grinned back.

Havenwood relaxed into the bed again. “You tired at all?”

"No. Are you?" She asked, looking up at him.

He shook his head. “Not really.”

"Good." She smiled. "Guess I won't be bored all night, then."

Havenwood chuckled. “I guess not, huh?”

"Nope." She grinned.

Havenwood stretched out luxuriously, inhaling deeply.

Elise exhaled with him slowly, closing her eyes contentedly.
(what if she had a ring (not a wedding ring) but Haven took it the wrong way for like 20 seconds?)

(Scuze?)

(like so
She has this little metal ring right, on her right ring finger? And it was from a time in the city when she was going to get engaged, but the guy died in a gang fight before they could. But she still had the ring. And she'd never thought to take it off. So when Havenwood sees it he takes it the wrong way for a few minutes and then he gets over it because of what'll happen next…tehe)

(but no. you never mentioned another person)

(it's just this completely random dude that died in a gang fight and elise barely even remembers him anymore)

(but…that’s something you’d have to mention in an ‘other’ section)

(I just came up with the idea
it's fine if you don't want to
but
something to stir up some big juicy drama)

(I’m a weird writer, okay. How am I weird, you may ask? Well, I don’t like drama very much. I especially hate writing the tacky drama.

Not that I don’t like the idea… it just doesn’t appeal to me, especially in this RP.)

(okay, that's fine. just a random idea.
your turn)

(Thanks for understanding. So do you wanna skip to when the smol is born? I’ll start us off if you want to.)

(oOF okay yes please. Like a couple minutes before.)

(I was actually thinking a couple minutes after since giving birth is surprisingly grotesque and not child friendly.)

(Why do I keep forgetting these things. Of course.)

(Thankfully you have the ninth grader who took family life and saw a video on child birth rping with you, and not some dud. xD)

Finally, it was over. After hours and hours of Elise screaming in agony as her body worked to give birth, Havenwood finally was holding the smol boi in a bundle of blankets hastily snatched off of the bed. Havenwood sat down next to Elsie (on the couch, where he moved her from off of the bed, so she’d be more comfortable), holding the healthy boi. He’d washed the mucus off carefully, dried off the boi, and diapered him, now to be wrapped up in a blanket.

(dude im in seventh and I forget this like WAT is wrong with me XD
also the smol boi lol)
Elise smiled weakly, tears still running down her face - perhaps of pain, perhaps of joy, perhaps of both. She held out her arms weakly to hold the boi.

Havenwood handed him over, wrapping his shaking arms around her. Even as the God of Childbirth, knowing it’d be a successful birth, he was still scared out of his mind. He pressed his forehead against Elise’s head and whispered, “You did such a great job…”

"So did you," She whispered shakily. "Guess that parentage of yours wasn't too bad, eh?" She managed a soft, shaky chuckle.

Havenwood kissed her cheek and looked at the smol. “Isn’t he beautiful?” His voice was still in a whisper.

"He is." Elise shut her eyes and exhaled slowly, opening them owlishly.

Havenwood stood up. “I’m going to change the sheets, and you can get some rest, okay?”