Wife of Ivar the Boneless

Chapter 6

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I screamed and gripped the blanket under me with both fists as another contraction came.
"I see the head. Another big push and I can help." I took a few deep breaths then dug my nails into the floor and screamed harder as I pushed with all my strength. I felt my baby leave my body but still felt pregnant, which probably meant twins.
"It's a boy!" The midwife yelled and Ivar shouted in joy. I sat up and turned around, seeing for the first time my beautiful son being held by his Father. Ivar cut the cord and then simply stared down into the blue eyes of his son.
"He should be named Sigtyrgg." He looked at me and smiled, "Perfect," he looked back down, "a perfect name for my perfect son." We stared at little Ivar for a little bit before I felt more contractions and got back into the most comfortable position I could. Ten minutes later I gave birth to a healthy baby girl and named her Helga. I was sad that Aslaug hadn't lived to see the birth of her grandchildren, but beyond happy that I had given birth to children who were half my favorite man. There was no doubt in my mind that the gods had a great future in store for my husband. If they had wonderful things waiting for him, how much better would my children's future be?
"You have made me the proudest Father and husband to ever exist. It is an honor to be married to you." I smiled at Ivar's words. He was a very prideful man so giving me a compliment that wonderful had to mean he was genuinely happy and not just showing off. Right then all of Ivar's brothers came in and I knew they were going to say something that would make me angry.
"Ivar, we must avenge our Father. Lets go." I knew Ivar could see the look of jealous anger on Sigurd's face at the sight of his brothers wife and new born twins, so when he went to kiss me to further anger him I went with it and kissed him as deeply as was possible in that moment. Then Ivar lifted himself up and followed his brothers to the docks. All I could do was pray and make sacrifices to the gods, in the hopes that he would've brought back safely to me. My biggest fear was losing him when we had barely started out lives. If he died, I would raise my son in such a way to make Odin himself proud of his descendants and then my son would take vengeance on the descendants of the man or men who had killed his Father. I would make sure of it.

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Honestly guys I'm bored with this story. If you want me to continue you'll have to give me ideas for the next chapters