Standing outside the delivery room, Lot still didn't relax even after hearing the baby's cries.
"Morgan, how are you feeling?"
He immediately called out to her inside.
The child didn't matter.
Gawain would grow up to be incredibly strong anyway, so it wasn't a big deal if he didn't pay attention now.
Boys just raise them casually and that's enough.
What Lot was truly worried about was Morgan's condition.
This was her first childbirth.
Though he had taken every precaution to ensure hygiene in this era, he still couldn't be certain Morgan was completely safe.
"Duh, why don't you try it yourself and see how it feels?"
Morgan's weak but defiant voice came from inside.
Fortunately, though she wasn't at the optimal age for childbirth, her body at seventeen or eighteen was fully developed.
Tall and physically robust though not comparable to her sister she was still in excellent health.
So despite the difficult labor, there were no major complications.
She just kept cursing "Horndog" in her mind.
Hearing Morgan's retort, Lot finally let out a sigh of relief.
Morgan's fine. That's what matters most.
"Your Majesty, you may enter now."
After a while, the midwife helped Morgan change into fresh clothes before allowing Lot inside.
Seeing Morgan's still-pale face, Lot's heart ached.
[She really went through so much. It's a shame I couldn't do anything to help.]
Hearing his thoughts, Morgan felt a surge of warmth.
Not bad. At least you appreciate what I went through.
Once the others had left, Lot sat by Morgan's side.
Seeing him , Morgan felt the urge to act spoiled.
"I had no idea childbirth would hurt this much. I'm never doing this again."
She shot him a glare.
She had only wanted him to say something sweet in response.
But instead, Lot nodded seriously.
"Yeah, let's not do it again."
[Just giving birth to Gawain nearly killed Morgan and nearly gave me a heart attack from worry. Fewer kids mean fewer worries. No big deal. Whatever Agravain and Gareth were supposed to do in the future, I'll handle it myself.]
Morgan suddenly panicked.
"I'm not refusing to have more children! Lot, we can't just stop at one. Look, our Round Table still doesn't have enough members!"
"It's fine. What's the big deal? Women in this era all have multiple children. My body is way stronger than most women in Camelot having a few more won't be a problem."
Lot gave her a wry smile before gently pulling her into his arms.
"Let's talk about this after your postpartum recovery, alright?"
Postpartum recovery the Western equivalent of "confinement."
Before transmigrating, Lot had seen online debates about how Westerners didn't observe postpartum traditions, implying the Eastern practice was unnecessary.
But after arriving here, he realized they did have a recovery period, just under a different name.
"Mm, alright. But you have to take good care of me during this time."
Morgan nestled into his embrace, eyes half-lidded.
The maids, recognizing the moment, had already discreetly left.
Morgan dozed in Lot's arms for a while before suddenly remembering something.
"Oh right, how's our baby?"
Hearing this, Lot smacked his own forehead.
[Ah, I actually forgot about that.]
[I completely blanked on the fact that I even have a child now.]
Morgan almost laughed.
"Tch, it's all his fault for distracting me."
Finally, the absent-minded couple remembered their child.
They quickly called for the maids to bring the baby over.
Taking the infant into his arms, Lot instinctively began playing with her.
But he didn't feel particularly emotional about this new life.
Damn kid, you nearly killed your mom today.
If I don't pull a Liu Bei and toss you on the ground, consider that fatherly love.
He muttered internally before casually saying to Morgan:
"Here, look at our son, Gawain "
Mid-sentence, he froze.
Morgan tensed at his expression.
"What's wrong with our son?"
"Where's the… where's the thing?"
Morgan frowned in confusion.
Then Lot held the baby out to her.
"This isn't a son. It's a daughter."
He didn't know how to react.
In truth, it made perfect sense.
Just because history recorded the first child as a boy didn't mean his version had to be the same.
Differences in timing, position, even a few extra seconds any of those could result in a daughter instead.
[A daughter's fine. Even if it's not what I expected, I might actually prefer this. At least a girl won't be as much of a headache as a boy.]
This was the Moonlit World, after all.
As a denizen of the Type-Moon universe, genderbending was practically a given.
In another timeline, even Lot himself might've been a woman.
Seeing his acceptance, Morgan relaxed.
Good, he's not disappointed.
True to form, he wasn't like others of this era who looked down on daughters.
Still, she teased him
"Hehe, your expectations were for nothing."
"For nothing? Not at all."
Lot shook his head with a smile.
"She's still going to be named Gawain."
"Besides, didn't you say earlier that we'd have more? The Round Table still needs more members."
Morgan made a disgusted face.