She’s avoided pretty much everyone since she gained an inkling that she was pregnant. Especially Tembovu. He knew she had royally fucked up with her twins and she wasn’t sure she was ready to be a mother again. Panic embedded itself deep within her gut as she made it a point to be scarce. She was terrified he would find out. Terrified he would be mad.

Edgar had pushed for her to meet with him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her mind was scared shitless by all the possibilities. The number of horrible outcomes heavily outweighed the good. Eventually she would have to face him. Hiding a child was near impossible.

So as the familiar pain twisted in her stomach, her anxiety increased tenfold. The first point of anxiety fell with the weather. It was still much too cold to bring a child into the world. Neither herself nor Edgar had any chance of helping with that either. On shaky legs, she pulled herself to the furthest possible part of the Edge forest. Beneath the leaves she would have some cover from the cold.

And thus the pain began. It was far less than with the twins, and so she hoped there would only be one this time around. The thought of having two newborns again left her head spinning. In general, well, at this moment, her mind was spinning out of control she hardly had a grasp of her own reality.

Edgar had left her then, determined to get Tembovu. Elsa didn’t see him leave, so he slipped away unnoticed. Once he was able to find the lead, he swooped down, squawking in front of him like a mad man and pointing in the direction he had just come from. Then the bird could feel her distress shoot up, and he knew the baby was nearly out. The poor Tembovu would be so confused, but Edgar couldn’t wait around for him to decide if he would follow or not. Edgar needed to make sure his bonded was okay.

Upon arrival, there was indeed a child by her side. From the ground Elsa gently cleaned him up, trying to tuck the child beneath her wing and keep him as warm as possible. Her eyes were glassy and distressed, she had been crying. Edgar knew it was from him leaving, the moment she noticed his absence she knew where he had gone.

Frantically she looked about for him. Her body was in fight mode, and she was ready to take Tembovu on if he decided he didn’t want a child yet. She had already, nearly, fought off one father and she would do it again if she needed to. God. What has she done? Elsa, the queen of royal fuck ups and mistakes. This poor baby boy. Her baby boy. Would he suffer from her mistakes like her daughters did? Her stomach rolled with pain, and she tried to calm her uncontrollable shaking as she waited for Tembovu, who was no doubt due to arrive soon. 

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