'Take a breath sister.' Hvitserk encouraged you. You rested your head against his shoulder, squeezing your eyes together. You thought pregnancy was heard, getting into labor probably would be twice harder. 'How can I take a breath when I'm going in the worst pain of my life.' You huffed. Lucky for you there were your brothers pulling you through this pregnancy, your husband died a month after you told him you were pregnant. He left you alone and it was hell those first weeks. Giving birth to his child was something you were looking forward to, despite the pain said otherwise. 'Where is my brother?' You asked. 'I'm sitting right beside you.' Hvitserk chuckled. Your eyes traveled up, angry and his smile died away. 'He will get here.' He whispered, stroking the hairs out of your face. You squeezed his hand to get through the next cramp. And then the door flew open and Ivar crawled in. Being him your twin brother you needed him every bit of the way. 'What took you so long.' 'I can't exactly run here sister.' He said right back. Hvitserk placed a kiss against your temple before he left your side and Ivar took his place. You looked up and he stroke his finger under your chin. 'Ready?' 'No.' You answered afraid. 'We are here.' He said. You looked over to Ubbe and Hvitserk and took a deep breath, you got this.

Long hours ... a whole night before you gave birth to a daughter. You were exhausted but the scream of your daughter pulled that sleepiness away. 'Congratulations Y/n, a beautiful daughter.' The woman assisting you said, handing over a little bundle into your arms. You looked down, smiling tired on seeing the dark hair, the tiny little fingers. 'He would be proud.' Ivar commented on her beauty. 'I miss him.' You whispered tired, putting your finger onto the tiny little hand while the tears started running down your face. If your husband could be only here to see this, his daughter. 'We all do.' Ubbe said. But that died all away in the silence embracing that little bit of life lying in your hands. 'She looks like me.' Ivar noticed. 'You want her to look like you. She looks like Y/n.' Ubbe fired back, placing himself on the bed beside you. 'And who is her twin brother?' 'Don't start.' You said tired, looking aside to your brother. He looked at you before he looked down to the little girl. 'She is already so beautiful.' He admired, pulling a bracer of to touch her little nose. 'You did good sister.' Hvitserk praised you. You smiled tired, looking how Ivar observed your daughter. 'Hold her.' You suggested. And surprisingly enough he didn't protested. You handed her over to Ivar and he was so careful in touching her it broke your already emotional heart. It was silence, while you, Ubbe and Hvitserk looked at Ivar and your daughter. 'I would know what I would do without the three of you. Protect her like you protected me.' You said, looking up to Hvitserk who smiled, nodding. 'Off course we will.' Ivar said, consumed by the little newborn in his eyes. He stroke his finger over her forehead, she wrapped her around his thumb and he smiled. 'Nobody will tough her.' He whispered, smiling on the little yawn. 'Don't get to possessive.' You smiled towards him. 'To late.' Ubbe reacted. Ivar looked up from her to you, smiling with some kind of proud, determination. 'I will protect her with my life.' He promised. 'Thank you brother.'