Liam flicked his gaze toward Makos, brows arching upwards. He understood what the man meant, but he was not sure he wished the responsibility of First Blade upon any child of his.
"That is a long time off," he remarked. There was no use in worrying about such a thing now, when his child was only taking his or her first breaths.
"Indeed it is," the older man agreed with a smile. "And with Shaye exploring healing, your children will have several options just in their own home."
"Perhaps we should wait to see if it's a boy or a girl before planning their life for them," Liam suggested, though he was in agreement with the man. He didn't know what the future held in store for them, but he was hopeful their children would at least know peace.
Makos chuckled again. "Good point," he agreed. "For now ... to your child, and all their siblings to come!" He raised his own glass, downing the firewater in one swallow without even a wince for the burning as it went down.
Liam raised his glass, too, but as he brought it to his lips, he realized with a scowl that it was empty. He might have gotten up to refill that glass if his gaze hadn't swung to the creak of the bedroom door as it slowly opened, his mother emerging with a smile on her face. He held his breath a moment, as he waited for her to speak, but that smile on her face was a good sign.
"Congratulations," Meara said, as she turned her smile to her son. "You have a beautiful, healthy daughter."
From the room behind her, there was no more wailing of the newborn, but Shaye was just visible, sitting up in bed with a blanket-wrapped bundle in her arms. Makos' smile softened, glad to see the fierce little troublemaker from all those years ago so well settled these days.
"Is-is that her?" Liam asked tentatively, almost shyly, as he peeked past his mother into the room. He caught sight of Shaye, looking healthy and well, with a tiny wrapped bundle in her arms, and he felt his heart swell with pride and joy and something else he couldn't quite put a name to just yet.
"Unless your mother's smuggling her first grandchild under her skirts, I'd say it is, lad," Makos pointed out, flashing a teasing grin toward his wife.
Shaye looked up, weary eyes bright in a smiling face, one hand reaching out to invite Liam to come and meet his daughter.
Meara went to Makos' side, stepping out of her son's way. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked him, with a grin. She knew Liam well enough to know he was a little terrified of being a father, but she had a feeling he'd be amazing, if he could just get over his fears.
In the end, it was Shaye's summons that made him move to his feet. He handed the glass to Makos and stepped forward to join his wife and meet their new daughter.
Wrapping an arm about Meara's shoulders, Makos leaned down to murmur into her ear as Liam stumbled away from them. "Should we stay in case he panics, or do you think he's got this?"
Meara smiled, looking more than a little weary herself. "He'll be fine. They need this time together," she told him, turning to brush her fingers against his cheek. "Take me to bed. I'm tired."
"Those two sentences just aren't compatible," Makos teased her as they turned away, closing the bedroom door to let the new parents find their feet on their own.
Inside, Shaye's smile warmed as Liam approached. "She's finally here."
"So, she is," Liam murmured as he moved closer, pausing a moment to look Shaye over and make sure she was truly well. He touched a tender kiss to her lips, the worried look on his face fading. "May I see her?" he asked, almost shyly again.
Returning his kiss affectionately, Shaye gently adjusted the little bundle in her arms, twitching aside a fold of the blanket to show him the sleeping face of his newborn daughter. "Come here and you can hold her."
"Hold her?" Liam echoed, looking slightly panicked at the thought. He supposed he was going to have to do it at some point, but he hadn't really given it much thought until now.
Shaye laughed gently at his reaction. "You're going to have to do it eventually," she pointed out. "Come and sit on the bed beside me, and cuddle your little girl."
He scowled a little at her scolding, but did as she asked, settling himself beside her on the bed and looking over at the tiny bundle in Shaye's arms. "Are you well?" he asked, returning his attention to that of his wife.
"I am very sore, and very tired," she admitted with a smile. "But also very proud of myself. Here." She gently maneuvered the baby girl in her swaddled blankets over and into Liam's arms, relaxing her head onto his shoulder to look down at the sleeping infant.
"I, uh ..." Liam mumbled as Shaye deposited their daughter in his arms. He looked down at the small bundle, obviously in awe of the miracle he was holding in his arms. She was so tiny, so fragile, and so perfect. "She is ... small," he observed aloud.
"For which I am very grateful," his wife said in amusement. "She's bigger than the prince and princess were when they were born."
"Yes, but they were twins," he argued, presuming that was why they'd been smaller and also why there had been two of them. There was only so much room for them to grow inside the womb - or so he assumed, though he didn't like to think about it too much. "I heard her crying," he said, as he peeked past the blanket to see if she had ten fingers.
"I'm not surprised she cried," Shaye mused. "Meara gave her a good smack to get that started. Apparently babies who don't react to the smack are usually close to death, so the crying was a good thing."
"There is nothing wrong with her lungs," Liam agreed. "Such a loud ruckus from such a tiny creature," he murmured, still looking the newborn over, not quite believing she actually belonged to them. He'd had nine months to get used to the idea, but it still came as something of a shock to him to know they had created this tiny creature.
"According to your mother, she's perfect," Shaye told him, lifting her head to kiss his cheek. "We made a baby. I can't quite believe it." Like Liam, she was a little in awe of the whole concept of being a parent.