Tsubaki
Ayame was more than a little concerned when Rira went into labor. Her sister was still weak in a few ways; she had no idea what something like giving birth would do to her body.
“Did I miss anything?” a voice asked.
“Kazuo? You’re here?” Rira asked.
“Of course I am,” he said. “I wasn’t going to miss the birth of my first litter.”
“What about the hunting party? Weren’t you supposed to join that?” Ayame asked.
“I don’t care if they tease me for missing it. My family is more important to me than some male bonding thing. What do you want me to do, Ayame?”
This was new. From what she understood, the men usually went as far away from a birthing mother as they could manage.
“Could you bring us some water,” Ayame asked.
“I told you so,” Rira said. Even though she was exhausted, her voice carried a hint of smugness.
“You were right,” Ayame said with a smile. “You got a good one, Rira. You’re doing great, just keep it up!”
Things were going surprisingly smoothly. There weren’t any complications with the birth.
“Just one?” Rira asked.
“Yep, just one.”
“She’s so cute.”
She was so tiny. Her little tuff of white hair shone bright like snow.
“She?” Rira asked. “Kazuo, I’m…”
“Ah, she’s the cutest little thing! I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world!” he said.
Rira smiled. “Never mind. Tsubaki. Do you like that name, Kazuo?”
“You wanted to keep the flower theme, I see,” he said. “I like it. Wow, we’re really parents, huh?”
“I guess that means I really an aunt,” Ayame smiled. “Isn’t that right, Tsubaki-chan?”