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Jarai was content with keeping herself and her daughter-in-law amused and occupied that day, especially considering that the young woman was fit to burst with her newest grandchild any time. Not that this was the only reason she enjoyed spending time with her, Cydney was a near black hole of constant energy that she couldn't help but marvel at. Plus she lived just a hop and skip away unlike all her other children. Sure Joseph and the boys sometimes came over but Tanna was gone most of the year up at the school and who knows what Tassy and Nell were always up to over across the pond. With Cydney around she had her quota of mother-daughter time without bunching in on her other children. That didn't mean she wouldn't but it meant it would be postponed probably much to their satisfaction. The Haitian mother had been walking back to the living room to suggest a physical activity for them to do to help possibly quicken the birth when she saw her crouched down on the floor obviously in labor pain. Well, it seemed the activity wasn't needed now! Jarai ran over to the young woman and slowly eased her to her feet and began leading her over to the guest bedroom she had already set up for the birth. "Come now my pitit fi, we've done this before and we can do it again. Deep slow breaths remember, keep breathing no matter how painful." she instructed knowing firsthand how difficult it could be to try and breathe when a football sized object was attempting to push its way out of a miniature teacup opening. Once she had her daughter in the bed she went about helping to change her into a birthing robe and quickly sent her patronus to her husband to alert their son of the newest arrival.

Jarai felt for her daughter as she griped in pain and hoped that the contractions sped up so that she could safely administer her pain lotion. After she had gotten her in the dress and in the bed she began to heat the basin of water and grab all the towels they would need. Just as she was going to grab another tub for ice she heard the question to also send a patronous to Nan before growing teary eyed from the pain. She quickly shot out the ghostly image of a Saw-whet owl before going over to Cyd and lightly massaging her back to ease the pain. "Breathe pitit fi, breathe. Don't think of the pain, think of how you're going to greet your beautiful little baby soon." she told her soothingly. She felt the wards flare up as someone stepped out of the floo and hearing the Scottish brogue heavy with cursing as that person apparently tripped out of the fireplace she could only assume it was her husband. Gerald made his way into the bedroom briefly thankful none of the physical aspects of the birth had happened yet while still concerned about the tears he saw streaking down Cyd's face. She alrecht? Och, an' Ah floo'd loki at his shop, he shoods be haur onie second he informed his wife and as if being summoned they both heard the telltale pop of apparition before a the thundering of steps before Loki's face popped into the bedroom. "Everything alright? Do I need to grab anything?" he asked worriedly looking over his wife. "Yes, come over here and take my place while I get everything set up for the birth. Also time her contractions, she just hit one about two minutes ago and when they start coming only a minute or two apart keep her propped and call for me." Jarai instructed before she stood up to go and gather the ice from before. Gerald, for the most part, just gave his son a pat on the shoulder and his daughter a comforting grin before walking out rather quickly. He could barely stand his own kid's birth, he wasn't about to chance his luck on his grandkids.

Loki really would have liked to just take the entire week off to be with Cyd so close to her due date but it would seem that he was an idiot when it came to planning. Not only was he getting new, and extremely volatile mind, ingredients being delivered all. Fecking. Week. He also had a list of potions needed by patrons a few feet long. Gods sake, there were freaking potion masters practically crawling around this city and none of them were available? And half this shite could be brewed by even a novice! Tassy could brew some of this crap and she had the attention span of a fruit fly! But, most of these people had also paid him upfront for the work so he couldn't not do it. So he had a worker actually manning the shop part while he stayed upstairs in his old loft which he managed to convert into one large potions lab. He had actually been bottling one up when his floo had gone off and his father's face had shown up on the hearth quickly telling him that his wife was in labor before leaving just as quickly as he had come. It took him probably three seconds longer than it should have to register what was said, but when it had he quickly ran down to the shop telling the his employee he needed to leave and that he could lock up early after unloading their last box of ingredients then popped off to his parent's home. The fact he managed to land upright rather than flat on his face or worse splinched was in itself a miracle of epic proportions, as well as something he truly didn't have the time for. Loki just appeared in as his mum was chuckling about something before she told him what he needed to do. He could only nod before he went over to Cyd's side and took her hand in his own, his left this time remembering how sore and painful his right had been last time as well as how hard it had been to attempt to write with it. "I got you zanj, I got you." he told her comfortingly as he mentally clocked off how long each contraction lasted and how much time passed between them. Hours went by with his hand slowly turning into a bag of pudding before Cyd was telling him to get his mum, and judging by how close the pain was coming he could only assume it was time. He yelled for his mother and the older woman quickly came and after taking in the young woman's state she handed Loki the pain potion to rub into her lower back while she propped the pillows up to a higher position and opened the woman's legs to take a peek in between. "Bon moun deyès, the baby is nearly starting to crown. Cydney, when I say so I want you to push with everything you have, ok? One.....two.....three, push now!" she spurned her daughter on while Loki just hoped his wife wouldn't really try and kill him during the labor. Mainly hopeful she'd remember that she'd be a single mother of two if she did manage to take him out.

Loki wiped away any and every tear that fell and did his best to not cry out in pain and agony with every bone crushing squeeze of his hand. After his mum had given him the cream to rub into Cyd's back he was only given a brief look of warning before his wife's hand left his own and moved to his thigh. He wasn't even able to say "wait" before she dug into him as his mother instructed her to push and while he was sure his pain was nothing compared to hers it still hurt like a shagging b***h! The pain was seemingly endless before finally she and it relented when they heard their new daughter's cries as she entered the world. He grabbed one of the few towels that hadn't been used in the actual birth and wiped away the sweat from his wife's face while also looking over at his mother who was checking over the babe with a critical eye. When she asked how the baby was he wasn't able to say but judging from the smile on the older woman's face he could assume she was fine. At her pawing, he chuckled a bit and helped prop her up on her pillows so that she could rest a bit easier. Jarai then turned from her sheet holding the measurements, date and time of her first granddaughter's birth and smiled brightly as she handed over the baby to her son as Cyd looked as though she would need a moment to gather her bearings. "She's just perfect, Cydney. Now what was the middle name you chose for her?" Loki hadn't really heard anything spoken or otherwise the moment his daughter was in his arms. He thought he'd be feeling the same way he had when he held London for the first time but it was way different. And a lot scarier. He had a daughter, a little girl, a little princess for him to love and protect until he gave the job to some probably undeserving fool she fell in love with. Was this how all father's felt? He only came out of his stupor as his mum called his name once more and asked her question again. "Simbawarshe. Her full name is Mahalia Simbawarshe Ellis. It was the closest I could find to 'Simba' that Londy would accept." the potioneer explained at his mother's questioning glance with a small proud grin on his face as he resumed staring down at his daughter. She had thankfully stopped her crying but was still huffing as if just waiting for another reason and her tiny fist was balled up by her mouth but she hadn't opened her eyes just yet for him to see their color. With his luck they'd end up just like her mother and then he'd really be screwed. "Hey, I'm your dad. I'm the guy you'll probably go to when your mum says no and I'm sorta ok with that." Loki told her with a watery chuckle. Goddess, nine months still wasn't long enough to get used to having a little girl. "You ready to meet your mum? 'Cuz I know she's dying to meet you." he looked over at Cyd to make sure she seemed decent enough to hold the baby before gently passing her off into her arms. This was it then, they're tiny family was finally complete.