Title: How A Dragon Destoyed the Materinty Ward
Rating: T for curse words and the miracle of life
Summary: No babies were harmed in the making of this fan fic. Cracky and noncracky oneshots of the Winx with their children. Mostly crack.
"Congratulations, Queen Bloom." the doctor motioned to the nurse and the nurse handed the squalling baby to her. One might wonder why Sparx kept so many royal traditionals alive but couldn't endorse, with all the magic and mediale technology they had, having Bloom give birth at the castle. Thinking back it might have saved them from a whole lot fire.
"And what would you like me write for the Princess' name, your Highnesses?" said the royal messenger, who had been in the room the whole time but had fainted long before Bloom had had the baby. Birth certificates didn't exist in the Magix Dimension, but everyone was required to document their child in a huge database stored on Zenith.
"We are," said Bloom, glancing up at Sky who had just snuck back into the room after leaping out, running down the hall screaming, and vomiting in the men's urinals, "Going to name her Cloesia Samara of Eraklyon. Chloe for short." Bloom had become slightly more bearable over the years and had let Sky help to choose Chloe's name. Bloom looked down adoringly at the baby girl who would follow in her footsteps exactly, but be given all the things Bloom had never had. Magical instruction from n early age, the truth about her heritahe, parents that loved her...! She had dreamt of her own baby girl ever since Sky and Bloom got married. Winx Club 2.0, here they came!
"Iisabouwy." mumbled the Doctor very, very, very quietly.
"What?" asked Bloom. The doctor nodded to Sky and quickly evacuated the room. Bloom turned to Sky. "What is this about?"
"Issabuy." he said and turned for the door. Bloom made the door disappear by magic and Sky turned to her in defeat.
"WHAT? IS? IT?"
"A BOY!" Sky screamed with notes of girlishness, mimicking his favorite Cologne, Manly Sweet Pea.
Two words and Bloom's entire plans for the future went crashing down around her. No more picking out her daughter's first ball gown. No more sending her off to Alfea. No more Winx Club 2.0—for Bloom.
"What?" asked Bloom before bursting into tears. "But—but what if he doesn't have any powers? What if he's wimpy and feminine like you, Sky?" she sobbed. "Can't I trade with someone else for a girl?"
"No, Bloom. That's illegal." he sighed. But knowing how to handle his wife, he took the baby from her, played with its fingers, and said, "Maybe we can give it to Diaspro to take care of if you don't like it."
That was it. Magically Bloom snatched the baby back. "No! You're not giving anything to that bitch!"
"Then hush dear. Not around the baby." the baby, who had done nothing to warrant the misfortune of being born into Bloom's family, was screaming his darling little face off but was being ignored in favor of his parents' argument.
BECAUSE THAT WAS JUST HOW NATURALLY BLOOM'S MOTHERING INSTINCTS CAME TO HER.