***Darius POV***
I received a call from Persephone.
"Darius, Aubrey is in labor. She's headed to the hospital." Persephone announced.
"Well, what should I do?" I questioned.
"We wanted to see if you would go to the hospital and be with her during the birth." Persephone suggested.
"Sure, I love guts and gore" I snorted.
"Just be there for her, pose as a midwife and help her." Persephone requested.
"Give me a few to round up Jackson and I will be on my way" I promised.
"Thank you sweet man" Persephone cooed.
Once I got off the phone I mind linked Jackson.
"Jackson" I called.
"What's up Commander" he asked.
I rolled my eyes at his creative terms for Alpha.
"Aubrey's in labor." I announced.
"That's great, soon she will be so happy." Jackson stated.
"Can you look after everything? I mean I know you can. But, will you please?" I asked.
"Sure thing Alpha." He promised.
Finally! Respect! I thought.
I descended to the human world and ran to the hospital. On the way, I conjured up some scrubs and an "authentic" ID badge for labor and delivery.
I snuck in the back door and acted nonchalant as I entered the Emergency Room to intercept our angel.
Aubrey smiled thru the pain as she caught a glimpse at her new midwife. I smirked.
Glad to see she still has her wits. I thought.
She's beautiful. Ultor cooed.
What the fuck? He sounds so mesmerized.
Shaking off my wolf, I hurried down the hallways to get Aubrey settled into the delivery room.
"Good evening Ms. Aubrey" I greeted her.
This is the first time I ever actually talked to the angel who held me captive for almost two decades.
"Hi" she grunted out.
"What's your name?" She asked after the contraction passed.
"Darius Knight" I exclaimed giving her a comforting smile.
"Will you be with me the whole time?" She pleaded.
"I'm right here sweetheart. Don't worry. I won't leave your side." I promised.
Aubrey started giggling.
Maybe they gave her the good stuff for pain.
"What's so funny Angel?" I inquired.
"Your last name!" She smiled.
"Oh" I said a little bewildered.
"I'm not trying to be offen-sive" she gritted out the last word as a contraction hit her hard.
"It's okay. Breathe. Squeeze my hand." I cooed as I rubbed small circles over her hand.
"This is intense" she sighed.
"I can only imagine." I concurred.
"Anyways, your last name is Knight and you're my Knight in shining armor." She stated.
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The Weeping One (MXW)
WerewolfHow could so much be placed on one soul? What could she have done to deserve her hand of fate? Would she ever know the kindness, a being such as she deserved? Aubrey Winter's had lived too much in her 22 years in the human realm. The hands of fate h...