Narcissus was a whirlwind of emotion. He was angry at Echo for cleaning while no one was home. He was annoyed that she had just happened to go into labor one of the few times he'd left the cabin since they got there. But for once in a very long time, he understood that this wasn't all about him. His head was clear and more than anything he wanted to support Echo; he wanted to meet his son.
He fought down the jealousy toward Daphne, and made his way to Echo's head, brushing her hair out of her face. "You'll let me know if you need anything, won't you, love?" He was feeling uncharacteristicly sweet and protective, and seeing Echo in pain was making him feel a little ill. But there's no way he was going to pass out on her. He was going to be there every step of the way. Pulling up a chair next ti the bed, he took her other hand and got ready to do a whole lot of waiting.