It was the carrot harvest. Link and Ilia were both out in their field near Ordon village, separated by rows and rows of carrots now ripe for the taking. As Ilia inspected one carrot, pain shot through her like a lightning bolt. She supported herself with one hand on the fence next to her, and her other hand she pressed on her baby belly.
“Link!” she shouted. Link immediately looked up from his work and dropped the shovel he was holding.
“Oh my goddess Nayru! Ilia!” he shouted as he ran. He scooped her up bridal style and ran with her all the way to Uli’s house. He used his foot to practically kick down the door.
“Link, it’s coming,” Ilia moaned.
“I know. Just hold on,” Link said soothingly. Colin opened the door, and Link pushed past him to the back room where he lay Ilia on the bed and clutched her hand. “It’ll be ok. You’ll be fine. I promise.”
Uli came. “Link, go sit on the couch in front. Ilia, just a little longer now honey. You’re doing great.” Ilia released Link’s hand and Link forced himself to walk away and let his wife endure unbearable pain all by herself. He slumped onto the couch.
Ilia’s hips were on fire. The pain was unendurable, but she tried her best not to scream. If she screamed she’d worry Link. Instead she moaned and grunted while Uli made the necessary preparation.
“Ok, and push!” Uli ordered. Ilia tried her best, but the baby still wasn’t out. The pain was too much. She screamed.
Link jolted up on the couch and his muscles tensed. That was Ilia. In so much pain she was screaming like she’d been struck with the Master sword. Why oh why had they thought kids were a good idea? He listened closely for more. He slowly rose and edged toward the door.
Din, give Ilia strength. Link stalked by the door like a wolf stalking his prey. Ilia’s grunts subsided. And was that… a baby’s cry? It was! Throwing aside the mandate to wait, Link threw open the door and strode to Ilia.
“Are you alright?” he asked urgently, not even stopping to see what was in Ilia’s arms. Uli left silently at his entrance.
“I’m fine, darling. It’s all over now. But look.” Ilia moved her gaze to the bundle in her arms. “It’s a girl.”
Link looked at his daughter, literally thunderstruck. She was so beautiful. He lifted one finger to her cheek and slowly rubbed it against her pink, newborn skin.
“Here. Hold her,” Ilia said, raising the baby to him.
Link backed away with his arms raised in refusal. “But she’s so little and fragile. What if-”
“Oh Link, just stop. You know how to be gentle. You’re going to be a great father. Now hold her.” Link stepped forward and did as commanded. She was so light, yet so precious. There was nothing more gorgeous than that bundle in Link’s eyes right then.
“What should we name her?” Link asked. He had an idea, but he wasn’t sure if Ilia would be ok with that one.
“I already know what you want to name her, so I was going to let you pick,” said Ilia.
“Are you sure? It was never like that between me and her you know, so-”
“I know it wasn’t. You want to honor a noble, kind, selfless friend. And I’m fine with that. Giving our baby her name is an honor.”
Link smiled down at his new child. “Midna it is then.”
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