A/N: Wrote some self-indulgent angst for my second run through this beautiful man's route.

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Prompt: Rain

A thundering boom shook the walls, nearly drowning out the sound of your cries from beyond the sliding doors he'd been forced to wait outside of. Exhaling a slow breath, Shingen closed his eyes against the tears blurring his vision, a steady stream of silent prayers escaping slightly parted lips as he curled in on himself. Yukimura stood nearby, tapping his foot without a word. The older man could tell he wanted to speak and was grateful that he didn't. In all his years of fighting, he had never been so terrified before, and all he wanted to do was shut down if he couldn't do anything to bring an end to your suffering.

He just felt so useless.

Had it been days or hours? Shingen couldn't tell when each pained scream wrenched at his heart and made him tremble. He had already left bloody crescents in his calloused palms from how hard he'd been clenching his fists, yet he knew the agony he was feeling was nothing compared to what you were going through.

The rain had started last night, the beginning of what promised to be a serious summer storm making its way across Kai, and had continued through the night, gaining intensity. Just that morning - or was it yesterday morning? - Shingen had been sitting with you, watching it drench the garden and the rest of the castle from your shared room. He'd held you safe and sound, sitting between his legs with his arms wrapped around you and your hands covering his as they rested on your pregnant belly.

You had mentioned you'd been feeling pangs when you woke up that morning, but had dismissed them as false contractions. They had occurred a few times in the past few weeks as your due date loomed closer, but you were still a good month away from giving birth. You didn't seem overly concerned so Shingen decided to trust you on it, but he was still a little concerned, so he insisted you let him pamper you, massaging your sore body from time to time.

Since you had found out you were pregnant, the love and affection he liked to shower you with had increased exponentially. Every spare moment he had was spent with you, to the point that Yukimura liked to grumble that he was attached to you at the hip. You could barely walk a few steps without Shingen at your heels, asking where you were going, if you wanted anything, if you were feeling okay. It annoyed you sometimes when you were trying to sew in peace, but you couldn't deny him when he was practically buzzing with joy.

"My goddess is pregnant with my child." Every time he pressed his ear to your growing belly, listening to the sounds of his child moving within, a gentle smile would spread across his handsome face, and he would look up at you with so much love it made your heart swell for the man you'd fallen in love with, for the life you'd created together. "I won't jinx it by wondering if I deserve to be this happy."

Neither of you could wait to meet the child that had been born of your love, a little Takeda prince or princess to love and fawn over and fill Tsutsujigasaki Castle with the sound of little pounding feet. Shingen may have been more excited than you actually. He'd been waiting for a family for so long and now he only had to wait a month longer until his angel added another blessing to the list.

That morning he was holding you as he usually did when your back was aching or your feet hurt, letting you lean into his chest as his hands rubbed gentle circles into your belly and he pressed kisses into your hair. Every time the baby kicked, he would smile and tap back, chuckling into your neck. "Restless today, huh?"

"Mmm," you hummed in agreement, leaning your head back against his shoulder and exposing your neck to him for kissing. "It feels like they're trying to fight their way out. Definitely a warlord's kid."

Laughing, he caressed your stomach soothingly, murmuring, "Calm down for mama, huh? There'll be plenty of fighting later when Kenshin decides you're old enough to hold a sword."

You grimaced and he laughed some more. Of course, you knew he was kidding. There was no way Shingen wasn't going to let the battle-obsessed war god anywhere near his child for a long time. The thought of Kenshin's bloodlust rubbing off on his precious baby...

Suddenly, you gasped and he flew into serious mode, his grip on you tightening protectively. "What? What's wrong?"

"Shingen, I - my water broke!" Narrowed gaze snapping to your stomach, he felt you jerk in his arms, a pained yelp escaping your lips. "The baby's coming!"

He didn't waste a second, even though he was panicking inside. Wasn't it too early? There was still a good month left before the birth was supposed to take place. Had something suddenly gone wrong? 'God, please no.'

Lifting you in his arms, he took you back inside and settled you onto the futon, pressing a quick kiss to your head before unwinding your fingers from his and running into the hallway. His booming voice filled the hall, rising above the pounding rain and thunder, and soon enough your shared room was filled with other people, Yukimura trying to pull him out even as Shingen remained rooted at your side, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from your forehead and letting you strangle his hand.

"Shingen-!" you gasped, eyes wide. You knew it was too early and you were scared, scared for your life and the life of your child.

It took every bit of his rapidly fraying composure not to give you the same terrified look in return, pressing his lips hard against your temple instead. It was a wonder he was able to keep his voice steady as he said, "You're amazing, my love. You can do this. You're stronger than anyone I know. It's going to be okay. You and the baby are going to be okay."

"Lord Shingen, we can't stay in here!" Yukimura insisted, tugging harder. The maids and midwife echoed him, but he barely heard, feeling his heart throb painfully as another contraction wracked your pained form.

"I love you," he managed before finally letting himself be pulled away, his eyes never leaving you until the sliding door slammed into place before him. It echoed the sound of his heart snapping into pieces, and a sudden flash of lightning made him jump.

Thus began what felt like the longest wait of his life, the only news to go off of the sound of your cries. He ached to be in there with you, holding your hand and supporting you through the pain, but he didn't want to get in the way, especially if something really was wrong.

Yukimura attempted to talk to him a couple of times as Shingen paced back and forth, but stopped when his lord crumpled to the floor, his strength leaving him as he trembled and prayed to whatever gods were listening.

He'd been sitting there for hours now, his pain numbing to a blinding ache as the seconds, minutes, hours crept by, each cry chipping away at him in a way he hadn't known was possible. It was fear and pain and despair sharpened to knife-point and steadily being used to stab away at his hope. The storm made it worse, lightning and thunder adding an ominous sense to his terror and bringing out his worst fantasies. Something was wrong. It must be. It was taking too long, and there was no way he was just going to sit here and let you suffer alone.

He stood with a snarl and Yukimura startled, reaching for him as he moved to tear open the screen doors.

"Lord Shingen, no!" The other man wrapped his arms around his lord's waist who rounded on him with a glare.

"Something's wrong, Yuki. Don't you dare stop me."

"I'm worried too!" he tried to insist, grip tight around his lord's wrist. "(Y/n)'s my friend! She's like a sister to me!"

"And she's my wife!" he growled, the rumble of thunder answering as he turned to the door again. "Giving birth to our child! I can't sit here anymore!"

"I understand, but please wait a little longer!"

"For her to-?!" he cut off abruptly. He couldn't say the word, he couldn't even think it. Instead, he ripped his hand out of Yukimura's grip and reached for the door again.

A cry interrupted him before he could open it, however, making him freeze. It wasn't a cry from you, tiny and new instead of the pained groans he'd been listening to for hours. His fingers closed on the door before he fully realized it, yanking it back with a resounding slam.

Shingen was so scared of what he might find, he practically collapsed in relief when his gaze landed on you. You were a mess, covered in blood and sweat, but you were alive, blessedly, wonderfully alive.

He was at your side in a split second, scooping your exhausted body into his arms and cradling you against him. For the first time in hours, he felt safe, holding you safe and sound where you belonged.

"Sorry. Did I scare you?" you panted, a breathless chuckle wracking your limp form.

He tried to laugh back, but a choked sob came out instead. The tears he'd been trying to hold back for hours suddenly rushed forth, streaming down his face as he pressed it into your hair, shoulders shaking. Shingen was so grateful that you were still alive, he couldn't think of anything to say. All he could do was hold you.

"Would you like to meet your daughter?" you murmured softly, reaching up to stroke his hair.

His watery eyes shot open, his mouth opening and closing before he regained his voice. "A daughter? We have a daughter?"

You were so tired and weak, but there was a beautiful sparkle in your eyes, a smile on your lips as your gaze shifted away from him and to an approaching nursemaid. He looked as well, and more emotion and anticipation rose in his throat as his eyes fell on the squirming bundle in the other woman's arms. He couldn't tear his gaze away as your outstretched arms embraced the bundle, laying it against your chest as he finally beheld his child's face.

She had been crying before, but she quieted now, nestled against the familiar warmth of her mother. Shingen could see that she had inherited his coloring, maroon fuzz covering her head and large grey eyes blinking up at him, but he recognized your nose and jawline. He took a shuddering breath and reached out, smiling through his happy tears as a tiny hand wrapped around his finger.

"You couldn't wait a month, huh?" he chuckled, to which she just blinked at him, cooing as she wiggled. "Is she healthy?"

"Yep," you replied, stroking your thumb across her head. Looking up at him, you asked, "Do you want to hold her?"

He blinked owlishly at you and nodded, his heart jumping in his chest. Fussing at being handed away from you, she quieted as soon as Shingen had her steady. She looked so tiny in his large hands, little limbs kicking in her swadlings, and he could feel her heartbeat, fluttering like a bird. His tears dripped down his face onto her as his heart swelled in his chest, love for his family drowning the last of his fear.

Holding the new Takeda princess in one arm and his goddess of a wife in the other, he pressed his lips to your hair. "Thank you."

Leaning up, you kissed his cheek in answer before settling back against him, closing your eyes as 20 hours of labor finally got to you. You felt yourself being laid back onto the futon, and heard the maids ushering your husband and child out again to clean you up before settling to sleep, a smile on your face.

At the same time, Shingen was still gazing down at the baby in wonder, watching her take in the world around her with pride. There was so much more inside him now, the final pieces falling into place. She'd broken his heart coming into the world, but put it back together just as easily. How amazing was that?

Sitting down, he smiled as the tiny life in his arms yawned and closed her eyes, tucked safely against his chest. Looking up, he noticed the rain had started to let up, bits of blue sky peeking through the grey. As he watched, a rainbow flared to life, making his smile grow even wider as he reached out to catch the last few raindrops in his hand.

This day could have gone so much worse. The rain could have been so cold, drenching him as he mourned the loss of what heaven had so graciously given him, but it felt warm instead, life-giving. The future he dreamed of remained perfectly intact, his heart blissfully full.

A/N: Kenshin up next, yay!!!\(^o^)/