Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 62: Episode : Mara’s Trauma.

After one final push.

Two massive eggs slid out in a rush of fluids, landing in Roxy’s waiting arms.

The momentum knocked her flat on her back. She slid a good three feet in the mud, clutching the precious cargo to her chest.

Roxy sat up, wiping slime from her face. She looked down.

One egg was a deep, midnight blue with streaks of silver lightning. The other was a vibrant, shimmering gold. They were perfect.

"Three," Roxy whispered, her chest heaving. "Three dragons."

She scrambled up, her legs shaking, and carried the eggs over to the pile of furs where Mara was guarding the first one. Frozen in place. She placed them together.

The moment the eggs touched, they leaned against each other.

Lyra let out a long, shuddering sigh. Slowly, she shifted back. Bones rearranged, scales retracted, and moments later, Lyra lay on the furs in her human form.

She was naked, pale as a sheet, and trembling violently. But she was alive.

"My babies..." Lyra croaked, reaching out a hand.

Roxy helped her sit up, guiding her arms around the three massive eggs. Vorian shifted back as well, crawling over to them on his hands and knees, weeping openly. He wrapped his massive arms around his mate and his unhatched children, burying his face in Lyra’s neck.

Roxy was not a fan of watching men cry, but watching Vorian do this made her heart thump. Was this world a chance for the redemption she never had on earth?

That was the question that swelled in her head.

"You live," Vorian sobbed. "By the Ancients, you live."

Roxy watched them for a moment, a small, tired smile touching her lips. But the adrenaline was fading, and she knew she had one more step to take before she was finally done here.

"Okay, enough crying," Roxy said, forcing her voice to be steady. "Vorian, move. We are not done yet."

Who knew giving birth to dragon babies could be this taxing?

Vorian scrambled back, looking at Roxy with the eyes of a devotee looking at a Goddess. "What must I do?"

"I need to patch her up," Roxy said, opening her medical bag. She pulled out a jar of [Regenerative Salve - Tier 3] and a clean cloth. " If we don’t, she’ll get an infection. And with the amount of blood she lost, an infection will kill her."

Roxy moved to Lyra’s lower half. It was a gruesome sight. The transition from dragon back to human hadn’t magically healed the trauma of passing three boulders.

"This is going to sting," Roxy warned Lyra. "But then it will go numb. Grit your teeth."

Lyra nodded weakly. "Do it."

Roxy worked quickly. She cleaned the wounds with antiseptic water, ignoring the flinch from Lyra. She applied the thick salve liberally. Maybe it was because she was a dragon, but the angry, torn flesh began to knit together before her eyes, the bleeding slowing to a stop.

Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better if I woke up in this world as another beast; would it have made it easier?

[No.]

Fuck you!

[...]

"Done," Roxy sighed, wiping her hands on a towel. "That should hold. But she is weak."

"Vorian." She called for the dragon man.

"Yes, Moon Mother!"

"Remember everything I am about to tell you now. Remember, you are a father right now, so you have to behave like one."

Vorian looked confused. "There is more to do?"

"She lost a massive amount of blood," Roxy explained, her tone brooking no argument. "She needs iron. I want you to hunt. I want liver, kidneys, and hearts. No lean meat. And bone broth. Boil the bones for six hours until the water turns white. Force her to drink it."

She was sure he still remembered her cooking methods.

"I will hunt the stag," Vorian vowed. "I will bring the hearts of ten beasts."

"She needs water, too," Roxy pointed a finger at him. "Gallons of it. If her skin is dry, you are failing her."

"I will bring the river to her feet," Vorian promised.

"And absolutely no flying," Roxy added, her eyes narrowing. "Her pelvic floor has been damaged. If I see her lift a single wing off the ground for the next two weeks, I will pluck your scales off one by one. Understood?"

"Understood!" Vorian bowed low, his forehead touching the grass. "You have saved my world, Queen Mother. The Dragon Clan owes you a debt that blood cannot repay."

"Just feed your wife," Roxy said, turning around to walk back. She felt a wave of dizziness hit her. She needed to sit down. She needed a bath. And she definitely needed Zarek to hold her.

"I’ll check on you tomorrow," she mumbled.

She turned to leave the clearing. Mara was standing by the treeline. The female wolf was shaking.

She hadn’t moved since Roxy handed her the first egg. She was staring at Lyra, at the blood on the furs, at the sheer size of the eggs, at the exhausted, broken look on the Dragon female’s face.

"Mara?" Roxy called out softly.

Mara didn’t answer. She was gripping the bark of an Iron-Wood tree so hard her claws were splintering the wood.

Roxy frowned. She walked over, her own legs heavy.

[TheMotheroftheWorld says maybe she is terrified.]

Roxy nodded, it was expected, that is why she wanted Mara not to be anywhere near Lyra while she was delivering her eggs.

She sighed.

Well, there was nothing she could do now.

"Hey," Roxy said, reaching out to touch Mara’s shoulder. "We’re done. It’s over. Let’s go home."

Mara flinched at the touch as if she’d been burned. She turned her head. Roxy gasped. Not expecting the look on Mara’s face.

Mara’s face was filled with terror. Her eyes were dilated, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She looked like a trapped animal.

[TheSassyGoddess says she looks like someone who had just seen a ghost and was found by the ghost. Welp, she has lost her mind.]

Roxy groaned in exhaustion.

I am not rewarded enough for this...

"Mara?" Roxy asked, concern flooding her voice. "What is it? Did you get hurt?"

"I am scared," Mara whispered. Her voice was trembling. "I saw... everything..."

"That’s why you shouldn’t have come," Roxy said gently. "It’s part of—"

"I don’t want to give birth to my pups!!"

A/N: BRUH!