***Months Later***
Synn felt the pain crash over her womb. She didn’t need a doctor to tell her she was in labor. Her body was being twisted to accommodate the very large young. She knew the male was strong she had felt him kick. She and Rhage had already picked out a name. He would be called Anarchy. He would be a great warrior and male of worth.
“LEELAN?” Rhage yelled as he stalked down the hall in his shitkickers. “Leelan, you’re in…” Rhage’s legs gave way when Synn almost fell to the floor from the next contraction.
He hurried to her and caught her body. “We have to get you to Havers’s.” He breathed frantically.
Synn only nodded because the next contraction was slamming down atop the next one. If Rhage had not caught her she knew for sure she would have fell on her face. She had only been in labor for thirty minutes and she felt like she was going to die. She breathed through her nose and mouth like he mahmen had showed her. Rhage headed to the garage and picked the most reliable vehicle he had. The GTO revved to life with the press of the button on his keychain. And even though he was in a hurry he gently placed Synn into the passenger side of the car. Once she was secure he got in and took off out of the garage, down the drive and out of the gate.
Synn breathed through the pain and realized that Rhage’s hand was intertwined with his as she fought. She squeezed as the pressure became worse on her pelvis.
“Rhage!” She screamed. “Hurry please!”
The car suddenly bolted through the traffic. The cars were merely smudges against the glass.
When Rhage looked over at Synn he wanted to take the pain. He wanted to be rid of everything that was causing her harm. And even though she had broken his pinky and second finger he didn’t take his hand away. She could break them all and still he’d let her hold on. The sight of her face made him want to cry. Her once glowing bronze face was now flushed red and the line of tears ran down her face. Her other hand suddenly gripped the door of the car and he heard the twisting of metal. Rhage’s eyes widened when she saw just how strong his shellan was. Synn opened her eyes to the door and then slowly turned to him. She winced as if she was in trouble.
“I don’t give a fuck if you tear this car to pieces.” He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed. “Do you understand me?” He knew he had to reassure her that nothing she could do would anger him. The car meant nothing if she was not the passenger in it. After glancing at the traffic and seeing the turn to the clinic he looked back over at Synn. She had braced her body down and he knew another contraction was hitting her. He even felt part of each one was so eerie to him. Rhage swerved into the drive and before Synn could gain her bearings she was in her hellren’s arms and the lights above her flashed past her. She heard the calling of nurses and then she was on a bed.
After the nurses tried to strip Synn Rhage took over. No one was going to take the clothes from his shellan’s body but him. After he had placed the hospital Johnny around her and helped her back down on the bed, he held her folded clothes and turned to the closest nurse.
"I DON’T GIVE A FUCK HOW YOU DO THIS, BUT YOU’D BETTER NOT LET HER DIE!” Rhage’s voice reverberated in the room. And the female nodded with the most feared look on her young face. Synn knew she could not get through it alone and Rhage was what she needed, but if he were riled up he’d be no good to her either. She extended her hand and called out for him.
Rhage dropped to the floor and look her in the eyes as they prepared the room. “What is it leelan? Do you need something else? Another contraction? Do you need my…” He held up his right hand and then he switched giving her the left. He smiled to try and not let her see that his hand was a bit swollen.
Synn was panicky but once Rhage’s hand took hers it all faded to the back of her mind. The male did something to her. Something she could never explain.
“So,” Havers came in with his clipboard and dressed in dark blue scrubs, “how long have you been having contractions?”
Nurses followed behind him with a small clear cradle for after the young was birthed. There were hazmat containers and a lot of medical equipment that Synn had not noticed before. There was a large bright light above her.
“About…about an hour now?” Synn answered but looked to her mate for assurance.
Rhage nodded. “That sounds about right.”
Havers nodded and wrote something on the clipboard before handing it to another nurse.
A nurse placed her legs in the stirrups at the end of the bed and then she approached Synn and made sure her IV was in place. She looked up at Rhage and nodded. Rhage returned the gesture and then she came to him and took the neatly folded clothes from his grasp.
“I think you’d prefer to hold her hand right now.” She stared at him over the mask she had on that covered half of her face.
Rhage slowly let the clothes go and nodded. He reached and took her hand. Synn smiled and pulled him to her.
“We’ll be fine nallum.” Her voice was raspy. Rhage turned to the same nurse and noticed that she held out a small Styrofoam cup of ice chips.
“Here you go.” She placed the cup in his hand and hurried to Havers’s side.
Rhage placed a bi of the ice into Synn’s mouth and watched as it soothed her throat.
“Mmmmm, thank you love.” She said softly.
Suddenly she sprang forward with a yelp. The ice dusted the floor.
“You may want to hold her!” Havers yelled as he positioned himself at the end of the bed.
Rhage growled, “And you may want to do your job so I don’t feel the urge to kill you.”
“Not…now…Rhage!” Synn screamed. Strength came from somewhere because Synn couldn’t take I any longer. “Doc, you need…to do you fucking job! This young…is wanting out and I…greatly agree with him!” She sighed on the last word.
Havers looked at Synn. “Okay Synn I’m going to need you to push when I say okay? Not a moment sooner. Alright?”
Sweat glistened over Synn’s face and Rhage placed his arm behind her to keep her upright. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Come, nalla. I know I’m not helping you but I’m here anyway. I need you to be strong…for me?”
Synn’s eyes opened from the words and the fact that a contraction was barreling down on her fast. She grabbed her legs and pushed. Havers looked and noticed that Synn was moving way too fast ahead of him.
"Synnister!” He yelled but it was cut short when a growl deafened them. But it wasn’t Rhage this time.
Synn had had enough and wanted the young out. Her body was telling her to push so she pushed.
“Listen here “doctor” my son is coming now!” She said in breaths. “Now…you can stand there and be a a doctor…or you can move the fuck over and let someone else catch him when I’m done!”
Rhage couldn’t help but smile. Through all that pain she was still talking like a warrior. Like the female he had fell in love with.
Havers looked in shock and then nodded.
Synn took another breath and then warned them. She sat up and Rhage held her weight as she pushed again. Determined, Synn didn’t stop till she heard the sound of a young crying. She laughed breathlessly as she fell back into Rhage’s arms.
“A healthy male.” Havers announced, but Synn and Rhage had already known that. He handed the screaming young to the nurse who in turn handed him to Synn.
Synn, whose breath was steadier giggled as she held the heavy bundle. He was a healthy son and she had so many dreams for his future. Allowing eagerness to get the best of her she unwrapped the swaddled young and scanned his body. Synn checked the count of his toes, and fingers. She made sure to run her hand over his soft smooth skin and then caught glimpse of a red birthmark on his upper left thigh. She smiled and with a free hand she pulled Rhage down to her and the young.
“Look nallum.” She traced the mark. “What does that look like to you?”
Rhage did a double take of the small red dragon on his son’s upper thigh. “That’s so…” He couldn’t find the words because he was still shocked that he was a father. That he had a son, someone that held his blood within his veins, and someone that would look up to him. “He’s so…”
“Beautiful?” Synn nodded, “I agree.” She smiled as she ran her hand over his curly brown and blonde hair that was ravaged by curls. “That he is.”
After a few more minutes for admiring their young, Synn allowed the nurse to take him and clean him up. Then they weighed him and took all the necessary blood work.
She then handed him back but this time Synn directed her to give him to Rhage.
Rhage hesitated but then took the cooing young. He looked right into Rhage’s eyes. “Synn!” He turned to her, “He looked at me.”
“Name?” The nurse asked as she held the clipboard.
“Anarchy.” They both answered.
The nursed began to write, “Anarchy, Blooded Son of Rhage and Synnister.”
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