Novel Full Chapter 1558 - 1558: Get Comfortable
Archer was dragged to a nearby chair and pushed into it by the white-haired Elemental, who had a bright smile on her pretty face. She sat beside him and clung to his arm, catching the other women’s attention. Nefertiti’s eyes narrowed. ”Looks like someone is happy, considering she was moaning about the pain five minutes ago,” he said in a knowing tone.
Ari giggled just as she waved her hand, revealing a stream of mana entering all four of their bodies. When the group realized this, Teuila commented. ”Is this your energy, Arch? What are you doing?”
”Removing the pain and aches.”
Their heads snapped toward him as Nefertiti spoke. ”Isn’t that using too much mana? You can stop, I was just being dramatic and teasing Ari.”
”I know,” Archer replied, chuckling. ”But it’s the least I can do, if it makes the delivery better.”
Following that, they began chatting about everything going on in the empire and beyond, only for Teuila’s water to break first. The maids and nurses rushed in only to usher the blue-haired woman into the nearest room like a well-oiled machine. Archer sat stunned just as Nefertiti, Sera, and Ari started laughing, leaving him confused.
”They’ve been training for this day since Sia gave birth to that she devil,” the dragoness commented, a wide smile crossing her face.
”She’s just like you, Seraphina, and that baby loves you,” the Elemental woman interrupted.
”I know, and Freya knows it very well,” Sera responded as a smirk crossed her face.
Just then, the door burst open, and Mia swept into the room, her radiant blue eyes locking onto Archer with fierce affection. She crossed the space in a heartbeat, her steps light but purposeful. Without a word, the older woman enveloped him in a warm, heartfelt embrace, her arms trembling with gratitude.
Drawing back just enough to meet his gaze, she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, ”Thank you, my dear boy. You’ve brought such pride to the Silverthorne family and pulled my idiotic daughter back from the shadows that threatened to claim her.”
”Oh no problem grandmother,” he replied, baffled. ”But the girls are going into labour at the moment, would you like to stay if it’s alright with them?”
Nefertiti, Sera, and Ari agreed, welcoming the older woman who began fussing over them. This put a smile on Archer’s face as he walked toward the door from which Teuila’s scream echoed. He entered the room only to be stopped by one of the nurses, who gave him a stern look.
”My Lord, she needs support,” the woman informed. ”Go hold her hand, but it may hurt.”
Archer chuckled at this and joined Teuila, who was gritting her teeth while pushing as she spotted him. An exhausted smile appeared across her pretty face. ”I look like a mess, handsome, don’t judge me.”
”Never Teu.”
Moments later, Archer clasped the young woman’s hand; his touch was reassuring. The woman, her rich brown skin glistening with sweat, let out a raw, pain-filled scream that echoed through the delivery room. Her grip tightened on his hand; the force was a testament to her strength as wave after wave of contractions surged through her.
For nearly an hour, the air was thick with her struggling breaths and cries, each one a step closer to the miracle they awaited. The nurses moved around the room, their voices full of encouragement, weaving through the tension that filled the space. Then, a new sound broke through, a baby’s sharp wail, announcing their arrival into the world.
The room seemed to pause, the chaos calming down as the nurses bustled around, tending to the newborn. Archer’s gaze fell upon the tiny form cradled in the nurse’s arms. The infant’s skin glowed with the same deep brown as her mother’s. But what stole his breath was the shock of snowy white hair crowning the baby’s head and a pair of wide blue eyes that seemed to hold a universe of their own.
His heart thudded wildly in his chest, a rush of love overwhelming him as he took in the sight of his child, a perfect blend of himself and Teuila, forever changing his world. Teuila couldn’t help but smile as a nurse handed the little girl over and the baby nestled in her arms.
Following that, she gazed at him, her eyes shimmering with love and memory. ”Arch, meet Selina,” she said, her words carrying the weight of her family’s legacy. ”I chose her name to honor my grandmother, who passed long ago. She was a fierce warrior, the one who first taught me how to stand tall and fight for what matters. She was a remarkable woman, and I want our daughter to be just like her.”
Archer remained silent for a moment as he lifted his seventh daughter into his arms, cradling her. Selina gazed up at him, her wide blue eyes locking onto his with an unspoken connection. The world seemed to fade as father and daughter studied each other, a quiet understanding passing between them.
Then, a bright smile broke across his face, illuminating the room. ”Selina Wyldheart,” he said, his voice warm and steady. ”It’s an honor to be your father.”
Just then, the little bundle of joy erupted into a string of babbles, shocking her parents as she was already chatting in baby language. Archer couldn’t help but smile while casting Cleanse over the newborn and Teuila. When the blue-haired beauty felt this, she sighed in relief just as Nefertiti screamed.
His head snapped in the succubus’s direction. Distracted Teuila took Selina so she could feed the newborn as her little stomach rumbled. ”Go see her, but come back when the others have given birth. I think this little one wants to see you more.”
”Thank you, Teu,” he said, leaning over and kissing the young woman.
Moments later, he vanished only to reappear next to Nefertiti, who gave him a strained smile as one of the nurses nervously informed him. ”My Lord. She’s having twins; this birth will take some time. So get comfortable.”
”Huh?”
Nefertiti grabbed Archer’s hand, turning his knuckles white thanks to the intense pain coursing through her. The room erupted into controlled chaos, nurses springing into action, their voices steady amidst the storm. The pink-haired woman let out another scream as her body trembled.
Sweat dripped down her forehead as her other hand grasped his collar, and her pink eyes glowed thanks to the mana running through her body. ”Give me some of your energy; these little devils are using too much.”
Archer sent a stream of pure mana into the succubus’s body, making her sigh in release, and this went on for half an hour until the first baby popped out. He stood up only to see wavy pink hair, big violet eyes, and light brown skin just like her mother’s. A smile appeared on his face as Nefertiti tugged on his sleeve.
”What does she look like?” the young woman muttered, exhausted.
Without answering, Archer handed over the little girl, who shocked Nefertiti as she stared at her daughter with so much love that he even felt it. His smile widened before another scream echoed out, but the nurse’s next words made him stiffen.
”It’s a little boy!” one of the older women exclaimed.
”Oh my goddess!” another muttered, shocked. ”The first Draconian Prince has been born!”
Caught off guard, Archer stood frozen as the head nurse gently placed a small bundle into his arms. His gaze dropped to meet the curious, pink eyes of a tiny boy staring up at him, with a tuft of snowy white hair. The infant’s light brown skin mirrored Nefertiti’s, yet his son had all his features, putting a smile on his face.
‘He looks like a little brown version of me and Nefi,’ he mused.
Seconds later, the boy’s tiny hand stretched upward, latching onto one of his fingers. A broad, heartfelt grin spread across Archer’s face, his chest swelling with a rush of love. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to his son’s forehead, earning a smile from the newborn, their bond sealed in that fleeting moment.
”So I had your first son?” the succubus questioned, a knowing smirk crossing her pretty face.
He laughed before shaking his head. ”it’s not a competition Nefi but yes, you gave me my first little boy and look how cute he’s.”
Archer carefully passed the tiny boy to Nefertiti, making sure she held both newborns securely in her arms. the pink-haired beauty’s gaze softened, her pink eyes shimmering with love and pride as they darted between her two children, each a perfect blend of them. Her voice, steady yet filled with emotion, broke the quiet hum of the hospital room.
”This little beauty,” she said, gently cradling the girl with snowy white hair and luminous blue eyes. ”Is Isis.” Her eyes then shifted to the boy, his pink eyes sparkling with curiosity. ”And you, my husbands little double, are Tarek.”