It would be an hour or so before she woke up to the sound of her children fussing. Children... she'd had twins. That was right, they had arrived. Her hand moved to her belly and though it was still round, it wasn't nearly as bulbous as before and there wasn't the movement she would probably miss feeling afterwards. There too was an ache that grew in her chest and moisture in reaction to the children crying. She sighed, blushing, grateful that Pony wasn't in the room at the moment. She took care of her needs quickly enough, and then retrieved one child, moved her to the cradle by the bed, then the other, which was all she had energy for. She then spent the next bit of time feeding one while using her foot to rock the cradle, dozing off because the child was so warm. She'd repeat the process until both were satisfied, and doze back off with Niamh sleeping soundly in her arms.

If Pony should enter at any point after, he would find his exhausted sister snoozing in an undignified fashion, head back, drool on her face, chest covered as best as possible, but shoulder bare. In this case, she had just been too tired to remember to ask her brother for any kind of help and that much was clear, for she had simply gone on auto pilot. Of course, she would wake up not long after he entered and her face would go red, eyes big and filled with a look of being overwhelmed, and she would give her brother the biggest wibble ever.