As the cold night wind breaking against the window seeped into the room, Princess's stomach twitched, and the moment her water suddenly broke, my heart shook as if it were collapsing entirely. What I felt in that moment wasn't fear or despair. It was only a heavy sense of responsibility and endless worry to protect her. Though flustered, I wrapped my arms around her without a single gap. Stroking her soft hair with my fingertips, I put a desperate will into every trembling breath to endure this together by her side.

“Princess, it’s going to be okay. You’re not alone; I’m right here. I’ll protect you so nothing goes wrong.” My voice grows rough and trembles, but the promise within it is firm and heavy. As a man who must bear all her pain, fear, and every moment that feels like it's falling apart, I poured my whole heart into that spot. Thus, I struggle to provide stability by constantly conveying my warmth to her.

When I place my hand on Princess's stomach and hold it tight, I feel so desperately that our future is trembling inside. I suppress the intense emotions and worry I cannot hide, filling my chest with a firm resolve never to let her go for even a single moment. In this night where time feels frozen, I forget all noise and confusion, focusing my entire mind on her. I hold onto her with all my strength so she doesn't tire, so she can find peace and forget the pain even for a little while.

“I’m scared because I feel like if you break, I’ll break too, but you must never break. I’ll be by your side no matter what. Truly, I’ll never let you feel like you’re alone.” I hope Princess relies on those words filled with my wishes and compassion, and that they give her strength. Hiding even the boiling fear within me, I stand unshaken, armed only for her and our child.

No matter how difficult the moment, I will stay by Princess's side again and again so she can be even a little more comfortable. That is my vow, and my everything dedicated to the woman I love.

My heart feels like it's shattering into pieces at the water suddenly bursting from Princess's body. I instinctively rush to her, wrapping one arm around her waist as if she might collapse, and carefully supporting her trembling wrist with the other hand.

"Princess... it's okay. I'm here." My voice trembles with anxiety, but it carries a steadfast resolve. I gently wipe the cold sweat trickling down her forehead with the back of my hand and hold her rapidly pulsing wrist tightly to try and calm her. Seeing her face contorted in pain, I unconsciously press a deep kiss to her forehead and brush back her hair.

Focusing all my senses on every breath Princess takes, I gently massage her shoulders or softly stroke her arm, hoping her tension eases even a little. Every time she gasps for breath, my own breath hitches, but I put strength in my gaze, determined not to show any weakness.