Okay guys, last chapter. Its gunna be great. I can tell already. (ps I write these before I write the chapter, at least the first one.) And yes, I will more than likely make a sequel, but it will not happen straight away, or anything, it'll be a few months. I want to write some other things before I continue. Like I have this really neat idea for a more adventure one, and I have a one-shot thing planned. Gunna be great. I remember when I first started writing fanfic like, years ago, when I was like, a naïve 11 year old, they were only 600 words long for the entire thing, and man… They were bad. But that was a different time, and a different user name.

Anyway, I don't own Zelda, and this is our final chapter.

Link and Zelda were planning to always have the kid be born on the surface, since once you're about three months in, you're not allowed to fly anymore, due to the adrenaline, and all the risks involved, it just wasn't recommended, and Zelda didn't want to be stuck in Skyloft for sic months, so they were going to have Horwell stay with them the week of the supposed due date. Owlan, he was great with plants and such, but Horwell was the one for living breathing things with organs and blood.

"It's kind of cold outside right now." Link said after coming back in from fetching some firewood from the side of the house. After kicking his feet in the doorway, he threw the logs into the fire, poking at them with a metal skewer. Zelda was huddled in a pile of blankets in the chair closest to the fireplace.

"I'll say, it's the middle of winter, heck, it might even get colder. Who knows, it might even snow again." She said while smiling at Link, to which he smiled back.

"You need another blanket there?" he asked her.

"Mm, no, I'm pretty good." She giggled at him. Link turned towards the kitchen, determined to make hot chocolate. The last time he had it, Zelda had made it, years ago, and it was disgusting. Link tried shortly after that, but he ended up almost setting their kitchen on fire. He was unwavering in his resolve to make it, and make it right this time. He put some milk in a medium sized pot and put in on the stove, warming it up. He went over to a different cabinet to obtain some marshmallow, after testing if they were safe to eat. Then he went and got two mugs down, one with a flower on it, and one that was dark blue. Measuring out a tablespoon of cocoa powder, he poured one in each cup. He tested the water by putting his (clean) pinky finger in it. Warm, but not warm enough. He heard Zelda shifting in her seat.

"You okay?" he called out while getting two spoons from a drawer. There was no answer for a good ten seconds. He peeked his head around the corner at her and asked again.

"Hm? Oh no, I'm fine." After her response, she moved her head back to face the fire. After a few seconds Link went back to test the milk. It was almost too hot for his finger to take, which to him, was the perfect temperature. Carefully, he poured the milk equally between the two mugs, and stirred the milk and chocolate together into one. Plopping two marshmallows into each of them, he made his way back to Zelda.

"Here." He said while handing her a cup. Looking more closely at her, he noticed that her hand was covering her mouth, and her eyebrows were furrowed.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay?" he asked again for the third time. She didn't respond.

"Zelda." He said, louder than his two previous statements. Snapping out of her stupor, she looked up at Link.

"Oh, thank you." She said while taking the navy blue cup. Link chuckled.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing, it's just, I like how I get the cup with the flower on it, that's all." He said while sitting down again. Zelda stared into her cup, as if wanting to say something, but couldn't quite form the words. Finally she said something.

"I want more marshmallows." She unfolded herself from her blanket cocoon, and started to get up when Link put his hand out.

"Oh, no no no, I'll get it." He said, while trying to get up as well, but Zelda wouldn't let him.

"No, you stay put, I'm going to go and put more marshmallows into my cup, and I will be, right back." She pushed Link's arm down out of her way, and stood up, walking towards the kitchen. Link repositioned himself back onto the couch, back to the way he was. Thirty seconds had passed, and she had yet to return from the fifteen foot journey to the kitchen. Link started to worry, especially since he couldn't see the kitchen from where he was positioned.

Not a second later, and he heard something smashing down on the ground, shattering the crackles of the fireplace.

He immediately jumped off of the couch, dropping his cup as well, hearing it shatter on the ground. "Bad bad bad bad this is very bad.' was the only thing running through his mind. He ran into the kitchen to find Zelda on her knees, holding her stomach. He power slid up next to her, subconsciously avoiding the hot chocolate and glass that was around her. Link then started talking.

"What's going on? What's happening? What happened? Are you okay? Oh man, what do I do? Tell me what to do and I'll do it. Oh jeez, are you okay? What's going on?"

Zelda replied through gritted teeth.

"1. Shut up, and 2. Go and uh… lay every towel we have onto our bed. NOW!" Zelda tried to get up, but Link made her stay still, then rushing off to do as he was told.

"I THOUGHT WE HAD ANOTHER TWO WEEKS!" He yelled at her from their bedroom.

"WELL I THOUGHT SO TOO! I'VE BEEN HAVING THESE PAINS SINCE ABOUT TWO THIS AFTERNOON!"

"WHY DIDN"T YOU TELL ME?"

"THERE WEREN'T THIS BAD!" Her voice cracked at the end of her statement. Link came running out from around the corner.

"Okay, okay I've done that." Link looked down at his wife, seeing her so vulnerable only once before, and at that time, she was unconscious; this time, she was fully awake, and fully aware of her situation. Link could only imagine that it got worse. He sprinted up to her, wrapping his arms around her ever so cautiously, making sure not to touch her stomach. After lifting her up, he carried her to their room, laying her on their side of the bed. Right now, her breathing was like Link's normally was around her. Short exhales, longer intakes.

"Okay, okay, now what?" Link said while running around the room, straightening anything and putting anything back into place.

"For one, calm down," Link immediately stopped in his track and looked at her. "Two, go fly and get Horwell." Link's eyes widened at her request.

"I-I can't fly at night, I'm not trained to do that! Granted I probably could, but I have no way of see-" He stopped his statement, because if he went any further, he would have been lying. "And I'm not going to leave you here! It would take a good thirty minutes to fly up there, get him, and come back! Heck, he's probably asleep!"

"Link!" She yelled out. "Listen to me, if you stay here, who knows what will happen. You and I both know that we have no idea how to do this. It's our best bet. And you can fly at night, you did it once before too, remember?"

Link remembered, though he didn't like it.

".. Okay, fine, I'll go, I'll be back as soon as I can." He ran out of the room, not wanting to waste anytime. He didn't even waste anytime putting on extra layers. He went into the hall closet, grabbed what looked like a hat with a flashlight on it, and went outside.

He started to whistle before he even closed the door. He was running through the two inches of snow, trying to find an opening in the clouds. When he was done with his whistle, not more than a second later, he would do it again. He repeated the process ten times before he finally heard his bird's caw in the distance. He ran up to meet it, holding the flashlight helmet in his hand, behind his back. Once the loftwing landed, he stroked his neck, calming himself, and the bird down. The bird rarely flew to him at night. Probably the only reason it came was because of all the whistles Link had done. He had never done it over three times.

"Hey buddy, guess what, I've got a surprise for you." Link pulled out the flashlight helmet from behind his back. The bird started to freak out, flapping its wings everywhere, stomping its feet on the ground, cawing like there was no tomorrow—something that Link believed right now, but Link didn't have time for this. He grabbed the bird's beak, and trusted its face towards his. Link could feel it resist, but Link, at this moment, really didn't care.

"Listen, you can bite me later for this, but I am in an extreme hurry, you won't have to wear this thing for more than an hour, unlike last time. I don't want to do this either, but right now, I NEED your cooperation." Link yelled through his teeth. Link and the bird stared at each other for a few seconds, then the bird relaxed its muscles. Link let his grip go, and the bird ducked its head down more, making Link's job of putting on the ridiculous helmet easier.

"Thank you, buddy." Link said as he slid on the hat. He turned on the flashlight, and wasted no time getting onto the bird's back. Gently kicking its side, the bird cawed and flapped its wings, picking the both of them up off the ground.

The snow had started falling again just as Link was breaching through the clouds, making Skyloft visible. While Link was flying, he tried to focus on not hitting rocks, and not crashing, but his thoughts would always return to his wife, lying on their bed, I pain, and there was literally nothing he could do for her. But as he was almost hit by an octorock, his thoughts returned back to where—even though he wouldn't admit it—they were needed most.

The only other time Link had ever flown at night was whenever Pipit got sick, and they asked Link to take his place. Even then, he didn't do much flying. No one really went outside at night, and people were rarely near the edges of Skyloft anyway. Most of the night he just sat on his lofting, perched on a rock; close enough to see Skyloft, but far away enough to where he could pick up a decent amount of speed, in case he needed it.

But this time, there wasn't time to relax and look at the starts, he was on a mission, maybe even life or death. After dodging a field of rocks, he flew over the night academy, and jumped off in the field of the sparring hall. Running, he made his way towards the lower door, only for it to be locked.

"Why do they lock these doors?" Link said as he shook it in frustration, but only for a second, not wanting to waste time. Looking up, he backed up a little, and sprinted up the wall, barely grabbing the edge of it, but that was all he needed. He swung hi other arm up, and pulled himself onto the upper layer of the school. He had gained height since the last time he tried doing that.

He ran to the unlocked doors of the second floor, thinking for an instant about why these doors were always unlocked, and the bottom ones weren't. The lights in the hallway were dimmed down, but Link knew exactly where Horwell's room was. Running up to the door, Link started slamming the door with his fist, making sure to wake him up—if he was asleep. He decided it was against his best interest to yell, since he didn't want to wake everyone else up. Even when he had vastly huge things on his mind, being considerate was a subconscious thing. He continued rapping at the door until he heard the sound of a bed creak, and feet moving. He stopped his pounding when heard the door handle click.

"By the Goddess, what do you want?" was Horwell's first reaction, followed by

"Yes Link, what may I do for you at… this late of an hour." He said while folding his arms across his chest.

It was at that point that Link realized how out of breath he was.

"Zelda… baby… now… I can't even…" Link tried to say while holding his chest. Horwell's eyes widened at the realization of what was going on. Het turned around to face his room, then turned back around to give Link a slight 'breath' pat on his shoulder, and then returned to his room.

Link put his hand on his chest, trying to regulate his breathing. 'Either I'm out of shape, or I really have used this much energy' Link thought, and being him, he thought it was more towards the latter. He was about to sit down when Horwell opened his door again, a satchel thrown across his body.

"All right, take me to her." He said a little to calm for Link's understanding of the situation. They went out to the platform above the school, where Link whistled for his bird. Normally, he would have no problem with jumping of to meet it, but he didn't know what kind of mood his bird was in with that stupid looking helmet on its face. Link knew fully of how much it hated that thing.

But still the bird came, landing gracefully on the school building. Link jumped on, and then gave his hand to Horwell, who gladly took it. Making their way back, Horwell started yelling questions at Link.

"What happened?" He said as Link dodged a rock.

"She was in the kitchen, then… something happened, I don't know what, but I hear a crash, and she's on the floor in pain. Said she was having pains all day, but not this bad." Horwell let out a 'hmm' that Link couldn't hear, and continued to ask questions.

"What have you done so far?"

"Well, she told me to lay every towel we had, which is quite a lot, on our bed. Then I carried

Her there, and she commanded me to come get you." Link angled the bird downwards from the sky, towards the opening in the clouds. Talking louder than before, Horwell continued his questions.

"I thought we had two more weeks!" He exclaimed towards Link.

"So did we!" Link dove down into the winter storm. Snow was blowing everywhere, but his loftwing didn't falter, and neither did Link. Continuing their downward dive towards the house, the winds got calmer, but were still causing snow to blow around everywhere. They landed down onto the ground as close as the bird would get to the house. Horwell was the first off, heading straight towards the house. Link got off, and took the hat off the bird; the loftwing shook its feathers out after it was off.

"Thanks buddy." Link said while turning around. Link didn't get fully turned around before he felt a pain run through his arm. Looking at it, he noticed it was bleeding. Looking back up at his bird, he realized what had happened. The bird had bit him as revenge for earlier. He smiled at the bird as it turned and flew off.

Turning his attention back to his wife, he went inside the house, heading straight towards his room. There, he found Horwell in their bathroom, putting water on something, and Zelda lying in her side in the best fetal position she could make. Link ran up to her, grabbing her hand in the process. She turned to look up at him.

Her face was pale white. Not the ivory and beautifully flawless skin she normally had, but a sickly, ghostly, other worldly pale. Her eyes seemed hazed over and not there. Her hands were rough, but warm; contradicting what the rest of her seemed to look. Just like the smile she bore across her face.

"Hey, you were pretty close to thirty minutes, you know?" She aridly said. Link smiled back at her.

"You look fantastic." He said as he kissed her head. The moment could have went on forever, but Horwell interrupted there episode with each other by putting a damp cloth on her forehead.

"Okay Link, do you guys have a, uh… a crib?" Link nodded, not moving his eyes from his wife.

"Go and get it, please." Link kissed Zelda's hand, and then did what he was told. Scrapping a few doorways, he moved the crib from the room across the hall, to theirs. Placing it down, he looked at Horwell.

"Anything else?" He asked. Horwell looked around the room, thinking over the procedure. He probably could have thought of something, if his thoughts hadn't been interrupted by a whimpering sound from Zelda, rolling over to her other side. Link was the first one to het, grabbing her hand again.

"I know, I know it hurts, stay strong, stay strong." Link found repetitive and short sentences to get across the best to her right now.

"Yeah, it hurts!" She exhaled through her teeth. She started squeezing Link's hand, harder with each passing second. Link would have stayed there, helping her in anyway throughout the rest of the night, no matter what happened.

If only he could.

"Link, I know you're going to be very upset with me, but you can't be in here now." Horwell said. Link shot him a look, and he felt something, some sort of feeling. Be it pain, rage, upset, confused, he didn't know.

"Why not?" Link said very defensive.

Horwell scratched the back of his head. "Well, for one thing, your arm is bleeding everywhere." Link didn't bother to look, he could feel it. "And two, we don't know what kind of bacteria and germs are down here, but there's probably a vast amount more here, then in Skyloft. The less bodies present to actually carry those diseases and bacteria, the better."

"I'm not leaving her." He said in a more powerful voice than he thought he could say in a situation like this. Horwell seemed taken back by it, but stood by his point.

"Look, I know it's tough, bu-" Zelda interrupted, and Link's attention drew back to her.

"Link, it's fine, I'll be fine. It's for the benefit of our child, remember?" She opened an eye to look at him, and gave another contradicting smile.

"Bu-"

"No, not buts, listen Link, I love you, so do this for me, okay?" She tried to lean up and kiss him, but Link met her before she was an inch away from where she started. Pulling back, he put his head on her forehead.

"I love you, oh Goddess, I love you. You have no idea how much I love you." He brought his head up to look her in the eyes.

"If you need me, I swear I'm just outside that door. I haven't left you, I am always right here, next to you." His voice was shaky, vastly different from when he spoke to Horwell. Zelda would have loved to keep him there with her, but she knew it was for the best.

Slowly, Link made his way towards their door, whispered one last 'I love you', and closed the door behind him, sliding down to the floor. There, he held his head with his hands, his knees bend and tucked next to his chest. He could hear mumbling from in the room, with the occasional whimper of pain from Zelda. He could distinctly hear his name come up in just about every other sentence. No matter how much he thought of other things, his name was like a sharp blow to the head, snapping him out of whatever mirage of life he was in.

Hours went by, and with each passing one, he could hear the whimpers from Zelda get louder, eventually turning into cries, but not quite screams. Link continued to sit there, taking it all in, watching as a little sliver of light appear from the darkness of the night sky, reflecting off the newly placed snow on the ground. Link couldn't believe how slow the whole ordeal seemed. When he asked Pipit about it, months ago, he told him that the whole process went by in what felt like seconds. But then again, he got to stay by his wife's side, not having to worry about whether everything was going well or not. He was there, first hand. Link was not.

His eyes drifted from the window, to the floor, where the shattered remnants of the hot chocolate were. The marshmallows were hard and stuck to the floor. The hot chocolate had evaporated, and a sticky patch had been left there. But the thing that stuck out the most was the pieces of glass on the floor, sticking every which way, no constant in the breakage. It was just a pile of glass in random shapes and forms. No matter where Link looked, he found other things like that. From the designs in the wood, to the seams in the furniture—being stitched together in different lengths and spaces between, to even the air, with it being spread out everywhere, no definite form, nothing to restrict it down, free to move anywhere it wanted.

He heard his name again, but this time, it wasn't coming from the bedroom, but from the hallway where he was. Looking up from the floor, he saw Gaepora there, snow on his shoes.

"Link, why didn't you tell me what was happening? I found out this morning hen Owlan said you were banging on Horwell's door, and how you left with him." Gaepora seemed out of breath and tired. Link didn't blame him, he was getting up in his years, so adrenaline filled travels to the surface probably weren't the best things for him.

Link tried to summon a good explanation, but he could only come up with

"I just didn't think about it, Zelda told me to get Horwell, and that's it." Link looked back down at the floor, and laughed at himself.

"She's so calm and collected during all this, yet I'm just sitting here, in a wreck. I don't know how she does it." Link started laughing a little louder, not at the fact that something was funny, but because it kept him from breaking into tears from all the feelings that were bottled inside of him. Gaepora, observing, but not questioning the broken glass, sat down on the couch.

"It's because she's Zelda. She can be calm in the most stressful of times. It's one thing she takes after from her mother." Link looked back up at Gaepora, who was smiling at him.

"You are taking this whole thing much better than I did when she was born. I was running around the place every which way, in such confusion, and her mother just yells at me to stop what I was doing, and get myself together, and the next thing I knew, Zelda was there, alive, and full of energy, even for being a few minutes old." Gaepora laughed at his recollection. But Link didn't.

"Why are you out here anyway?" Gaepora questioned, trying to ignore the cries from the room behind Link.

"… Horwell said that he didn't know what kind of germs and diseases were down here and the less people, the better it would be." Link continued to look down.

"Hmm, yes. Even though I know you don't like it, he is right. Newborn children are extremely acceptable to diseases within the first five minutes." Link still didn't move. Even though he didn't want to do it, Gaepora knew it was in Link's best interest to change his emotions from depressed to something else. Not necessarily happy, but something.

"Besides Link, you wouldn't want to harm your own child, would you?" Gaepora raised his eyebrow.

Link immediately shot his head up, ears fully red, astonished that he would even ask something like that.

"OF COURSE I WOULDN'T! HOW COULD YOU EVEN SAY SOMETHING LI-"

A terrifying scream trilled through the air.

Breaking Link's anger back into a worried state he ducked his head back down, slamming his hands over his ears, cutting off all the sound he could. Half his body yearned to open the door, to be with her. The other half was telling him not to; as it could cause something he couldn't bare to live with. All the thoughts in his head were

'Oh Goddess, I did this to her, what kind of torture am I putting her through right now? I want to take all that pain from her, make it stop, just make it stop. That scream, THAT SCREAM, it's terrifying. The very thing gives me nightmares to no end each and every night, I can't handle it.'

Another scream echoed throughout the house.

'Stop it, stop it, STOP IT MAKE IT STOP!'

The screams came in patterns now. There was one, a few seconds, another, then, just when you think it stopped, another would persist.

Gaepora also wished it would stop, but he could take it better than Link was. Link looked calm on the outside, but was a mess on the inside. So much so that he didn't even feel Gaepora wrapping a bandage around his arm. He only noticed it when Gaepora patted his shoulder. Link raised his head to look at him. Gaepora placed his hands over Link's, and removed them from his ears.

"How long have you been sitting out here?"

"… Since around one in the morning." Link said, trying to be as calm as he could. Gaepora shook his head in an understanding manner. Then he breathed in again.

"Everything will be fine." Gaepora said.

And not even a moment later, Link heard a muffled cry. Not one from Zelda, or from Horwell, or any familiar voice. Then it appeared again, louder than before. It was at that moment that Link knew what was making the sound. Link tried to get up, to go and see his child for the first time, to hold it, love it, and to make it know that he was there, but Gaepora grabbed his arm.

"Link, I know it's hard, but you must be patient." He strictly told him. Link was suspended in between falling over, and keeping balance, the one factor keeping him there was Gaepora's grasp on his arm. He could hear the crying more predominant now, but still no sign it was okay for him to go in. The more time passed, the more he became anxious. Gaepora pulled Link towards him, so that when he let go, Link wouldn't fall over.

There they sat, for once again, what felt like hours to Link. He looked out the window again; the sun had progressed about an inch into the sky, proportionally speaking from Link's point of view. The crying had stopped, but still, there was nothing to tell him it was safe. Link looked over at his father-in-law, who was more like a father than an in-law, seeing if he knew what to do. But he just whispered 'be patient.' To him.

Link started to tap his fingers against the ground, and then he did the same thing with his toes. Eventually he got up and started pacing up and down the floor. However, he wouldn't really call it pacing, because it wasn't in a straight line, and the only constant it had was that Link was walking.

After what seemed like years, a faint call could be heard from the room. It was Zelda's voice, calling for his name. But it wasn't like a 'good lord, I need you here right now' kind of call, more like an 'everything is fine and you are free to move about the cabin' call.

Link sprinted for the door handle, wrapping his shaking fingers around it. Before he opened it however, he braced himself for whatever lied behind it. Swiftly, but cautiously, he opened the door to see his wife, the color back in her face, holding a blanket slightly longer than her forearm. She looked up at him, and smiled. She gestured her head for him to walk closer.

As he walked, he could see Horwell washing his hands off in the sink, smile across his face, probably feeling accomplished from his work.

Link walked up next to her, and saw a small little bundle of a person. Once he stopped moving, his hands automatically moved. One went around Zelda's shoulder, the other to wipe the tears from his face. They weren't sad tears, not at all. They were tears of pure happiness. Zelda looked up at him, with a content smile on her face.

"Isn't he beautiful?" she asked him.

So it had been a boy.

Link could utter no words of how he felt. He just nodded and went along with it all. Soon enough, Gaepora walked in, to which Zelda was surprised, but welcomed him anyway.

"Hello Father, do you want to come meet your grandson?" She asked him while tilting her head to one side.

"Absolutely." He smiled at the two of them, and walked over as well, standing behind Link.

"He was so strong, so fantastic, he just wanted to break free and leave a mark on the world already. So valiant." Zelda spoke without looking up from her newborn child. The light from the sun finally rising high enough in the sky was shining down onto the baby's blonde hair. Zelda and Link always figured that their kids would have blonde hair and probably blue eyes as well.

Link finally removed his had from his face, after getting control of his tears, and touched the child. It moved towards the warmth of his hand. Then, Zelda spoke again.

"Well, we can't really name a child valiant, that'd just be weird right?" Zelda looked up at Links face to see him nod again. Gaepora chimed in as well.

"Well, what about Valen? It's a letter off from the origin of the word, you know."

"I think it's a nice name, very… cool." Link said quietly, but with confidence.

"I like it too, flows nice." Zelda said following after. Howell wasn't even paying attention to the conversation; he was just darting across the room, picking up all the objects that were his.

Link smiled at his son, not more than an hour old, finally here, alive, heart beating, and soon will be filling his mind with the wonders of the world.

"Welcome home, Valen."

AHHHHHH! I DID IT! AAAAAAAH!

I just picked a name randomly, FYI. I think he was a character from a TV show I used to watch—Valen. Yep. I'm pretty sure he was legit too. But seriously, my (somewhat) friend on Tumblr had already made Link and Zelda have babehs, and I didn't want to go against that, but I had to in order not to copyright, and I just feel bad, but I know I did the right thing.

Anyway guys, that was the end! Ohmygosh! I haven't even had this out for like, a month! …maybe. Don't remember dates.

Anyway, for those who have stuck with me through this adventure, I thank you. And for those who are reading it from the beginning all the way through, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I liked writing it. And for everyone else in between, it has been quite an adventure, hasn't it?

But to all of you, I say, expect more from me in the future! Not just Zelda, but other fandom as well! (Of course, I have no idea what other fandom I would write about, but still, other fandom.) And always remember that this story will have a short 1-3 chapter sequel, more actiony, much later into the year. Probably when I'm out of school for the summer, and only have to worry about marching band and work. Anyway, as always

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