Vincent rushed down the tunnels, the faint sound of his wife screaming echoing off the walls. On the pipes, an insistent message was tapped in tandem:

'The baby is coming!' Vincent growled. He berated himself for deciding to head down to the bridge today. The child was coming three weeks early! He hoped it would be alright. Finally, he burst through the door into his father's office, seeing Jamie and his son Jacob sitting on the couch. Jamie was reading Jacob 'Great Expectations' to keep him distracted from his mother's obvious agony. Jacob looked up at his father's entrance, his little face crumpling in distress.

"Daddy, Mommy won't stop screaming." As to prove his point, Catherine wailed again, her pain sending waves of panic through Vincent. Jacob put his hands over his ears, unable to take the sounds of his mother's suffering. Swallowing, he walked over to his four year old son, and crouched down in front of him, taking his face into his large hands.

"Don't worry, Jacob. Your mother is having a baby. You'll be a big brother in a couple hours!" He smiled gently, love swelling in his heart. "Now, why don't you let Jamie read to you right now, and we'll come out and get you so you can meet your little brother or sister." Jacob nodded slowly, tears still evident in his huge bright blue eyes. Vincent kissed his forehead.

"That's my brave boy." He said, pride colouring his tone. He couldn't help it. He was completely biased. He rose upwards, ruffling Jacob's ash blonde hair once more before ducking into the infirmary. He heard Jamie begin to read again, and smiled, remembering the significance of that book. It was the very first book he had ever read to Catherine, when she had first stumbled into his life after being violently attacked. Through those three weeks, they had bonded immensely, and Catherine had accepted him fully for what he was. The memory of that still warmed his heart.

However, the two had gone through their fair amount of trials and tribulations in order to get where they were today. Catherine's job as a DA above ground had been extremely dangerous, getting her into multiple life or death situations. He had always managed to come in time to save her, but it usually ended with blood and death. This had been one of the many triggers that had caused his breakdown, which Catherine had ultimately saved him from. But, once he had resurfaced from his madness, he found that he could no longer sense Catherine. Blaming the illness, Catherine had vowed to stay by his side, saying that they did not need the bond to be together. Vincent had felt elated that she still loved him, despite what he had put her through. For awhile, things were slowly getting back to normal again. That all changed though, when Catherine had been captured. He shook his head, trying to clear his head of the painful memory. He had barely gotten there in time to save Catherine. She had then revealed that she had given birth to his son, which had been a complete shock in itself. He had tirelessly searched the city while Catherine recovered and was able to save his newborn son as well. They named him Jacob Charles Wells, and at last, they were able to be a family. Shortly after, Catherine quit her job in the world above, and had moved below full time so she and Vincent could focus on raising their son together. Vincent proposed to her and they married in a small ceremony within the tunnels. Catherine had worn her mother's wedding dress, and Father had walked her down the aisle, as he had already considered her his daughter anyways. Vincent smiled, remembering how beautiful she had looked that day. Even though he had prided himself on his vocabulary, he had been quite at loss for the words to describe her beauty when he saw her walking towards him down the aisle.

Since then, life had never been sweeter. Vincent thanked whatever God had been smiling upon him to gift him with such treasures like Catherine and his son. The struggles they faced were a distant memory, and they focused more on the fact how blessed they truly were to have found each other, and able to now live a peaceful existence.

And now, they were about to add another miracle to their family.

Vincent walked further into the infirmary, where he saw Mary and Father already crouched over Catherine, soothing her with encouraging words. Catherine beamed when she saw him.

"Vincent!" Vincent immediately went to her side, kissing her forehead affectionately. Over six years had passed since he had fallen for her, and he loved her even more each day.

"I'm here." He said quietly, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Catherine smiled, leaning into his touch.

"Alright Catherine, I think you're dilated enough to push!" Father said. Vincent gripped Catherine's hand, mindful of his strength. This was going to be the first time he witnessed the birth of his own child. Anticipation rose within him, as Catherine groaned as she began to push. Vincent whispered supporting words to her, amazed at the miracle his beautiful wife was enabling. Finally, several hours later, Father pulled out a blood covered infant, in which Mary quickly wrapped up in a towel. Vincent forced himself to tear his eyes away, giving Catherine a peck on the lips, which made her hum in happiness.

"Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?" She asked softly, spent from her effort.

"I don't care, as long as it's healthy." Vincent answered honestly.

"Congratulations!" Father said, choking on his words. "You have the most gorgeous little girl."

"A girl!" Catherine's eyes filled with tears as Mary handed her the cleaned baby, who was wrapped in a fresh, croqueted blanket. Vincent couldn't look away. She was beautiful. She embodied perfection. Again, he was at a loss for words.

"Have you decided what to name her?" Father asked. Catherine and Vincent looked at each other. They had discussed both boy and girl names, however, the girl names they had thought about seemed inadequate to describe this new bundle of life.

"We need to discuss it a bit more." Vincent said, entranced by his daughter yawning. Father laughed.

"Do you want me to send Jacob in?"

"Yes please!" Catherine beamed. Not even two minutes after Father had left the infirmary, their little four year old came bouncing in. Vincent laughed, picking him up and placing him on the bed next to his mother. Jacob stared at the small form.

"Was I this small?" Catherine wrapped her arm around him, holding the sleeping baby with one arm.

"No sweetheart, you were a little bigger." Jacob reached out, touching her little hand gently.

"She's so tiny." He whispered. Then, much to his delight, the little girl gripped his finger tightly, the tightness in her face smoothing out. Jacob beamed up at his father.

"Daddy, look!" Vincent smiled at him.

"Looks like you're going to be a fantastic big brother Jacob." Jacob turned his attention to his new baby sister, saying softly,

"Hi, I'm Jacob. I'm your big brother. I'll keep you safe." Catherine squeezed Jacob tighter to her side, overwhelmed with love for her children and her husband.

Life truly was a miraculous thing.

The naming ceremony had taken place merely a few days later. Vincent held his new baby girl, cooing at her as Father gave the traditional speech for welcoming a new life into the Tunnels.

"And what shall her name be?" Father asked. Everyone leaned forward, excited to hear the verdict. Vincent and Catherine glanced at each other, smiling.

"Jacob? You want to tell them your little sister's name?" Catherine asked. Jacob nodded happily, stepping forward.

"Rose Mary Wells." He announced proudly. Mary's hands flew to her face, her eyes filling with tears.

"Thank you." She said. Father wrapped an arm around her.

"That's a beautiful name. Welcome to the family, little Rose." Cheering erupted in the room, everyone scrambling to officially meet the new addition.

Rose grew into a beautiful, inquisitive child. Like her brother, she had her Father's eyes and looked completely human. She had also inherited Vincent's hair colour, and Catherine's porcelain skin. She quickly became a Daddy's girl, and spent nearly all her time with him when she wasn't racing her friends or her big brother through the tunnels. She hardly sat still, proving to be a rather exhausting child, but like all children, she was rewarding to raise.

"Daddy!" Vincent and Jacob looked up from their chess game.

"What's wrong Princess?" Vincent asked, using his pet name for her. Her lip jutted out.

"I can't find Mommy!"

"Mommy went above for a bit. Is it something I can help you with?" Usually this was the case. Rose shook her head.

"I want Mommy!" She sniffled. Vincent looked at his son, who was also wearing a surprised expression on his face. Rose had never been so demanding.

"Do you want to come play chess with Jacob and I?" He asked her gently. Again, Rose stamped her foot.

"No. I want Mommy!"

"Who wants me?" Rose had literally been mere seconds away from throwing a tantrum when Catherine walked in. Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mommy!" Rose threw herself into her mother's arms. Catherine staggered, but managed to right herself. She brushed off Vincent's look of concern.

"What's wrong Rosie?" Rose didn't answer, but buried her face into Catherine's shoulder, visibly upset. Catherine looked over at Vincent.

"Did something happen?" She asked. Vincent shrugged, and Jacob shook his head.

"She came in asking for you. How was your appointment with Peter?"

"It went well." Catherine smiled brilliantly at him. "I'll fill you in later. Why don't you and Jacob continue your game. Rose and I are going to go bake cookies. Would you like that Rosie?" Rose nodded. Catherine set her down, and took her small hand within hers, leading her towards the kitchen.

For the rest of the day, Rose was very much attached to her mother. She did not stay with Vincent after dinner, as she usually did. Even though he tried not to show it, everyone could tell this bothered him. The time when Rose would sit beside him near the hearth and listen to him read to her was one of his favourite things to do, and something he greatly looked forward to throughout the day.

Later that night, Vincent anxiously paced his and Catherine's chamber, curious to hear how her appointment above had gone, and if she knew what had been bothering Rose. It was very unlike her to be so uncooperative and clingy. People had teased him of being overprotective of Rose, however, he honestly couldn't help it. There was something so innocent and fragile about her, not to mention she was his little girl. Of course he loved Jacob just as fiercely, however, he had a different kind of relationship with his son. Catherine had often chastised him of being too lenient with him, but, Vincent's approach to raising Jacob was similar to how Father had raised him. But, with a little girl…Vincent was completely inexperienced. He took a lot of guidance from Catherine, even though, he knew that there were many occasions where he still suffocated Rose. He glanced at the door. Catherine should have been here by now. Reaching out with his bond, he slipped into the next room, where he saw Catherine laying down with Rose, stroking her hair lovingly as Rose slumbered on her shoulder. She smiled when she saw Vincent.

"She wouldn't let me leave." She whispered. She looked worried. Vincent's previous anxiety from before grew into full fledged panic.

"Is she ill? Do you want me to fetch Father?" Catherine shushed him, her face looking amused in the flickering candlelight. She motioned for Vincent to sit on Rose's bed with her. Vincent obliged, still scanning his daughter for any possible signs of illness or injury.

"The big fearsome Vincent, takes on notorious criminals without batting an eye, however is practically reduced to a puddle of worry when his daughter is acting strangely." She took his hand as he sat down.

"I can't help it." Vincent muttered. Catherine smiled knowingly.

"You missed her today, didn't you?" She laughed quietly, as to not wake Rose. "You're not jealous are you?" Vincent spluttered.

"I'm not jealous! I merely missed her company today, that's all." Catherine smirked, squeezing his hand.

"I don't think she's sick Vincent, however I do think something is bothering her."

"What?"

"Relax. Let's just let her tell us when she feels comfortable in doing so. It could also just be a phase when she attaches more to one parent than the other for a certain amount of time." Vincent scowled. He didn't like the sound of that. He changed the subject.

"How did your appointment go?" He asked. Catherine's entire face lit up.

"Wonderfully!" She beamed. "We're having twins Vincent!" Vincent gaped at her, moving his free hand to rub the obvious bump she had managed to keep well concealed from the rest of their friends and family.

"Twins?"

"Yes!" She smiled widely. "It's a little early to tell their genders. But, they are completely healthy." Vincent leaned forward and kissed her forehead. He and Catherine had not planned on having any more children, however, they had both been overjoyed when Catherine discovered she was pregnant again. However, this pregnancy had been accompanied by vastly increased morning sickness and fatigue. She struggled to keep food down, and had lost a considerable amount of weight. Once it had passed, Catherine booked an appointment above with Peter, to check on the status of her pregnancy, to see if it had been impacted by the stressful time.

"I love you." He whispered. Catherine reached up, cradling his face.

"I love you too." She said wholeheartedly.

"Can we tell the others about them?" Vincent asked. Catherine nodded.

"Like I said, they are healthy and happy. I don't see the harm in telling them now." She then snuggled into Rose's pillows, wrapping her free arm around the sleeping child.

"Mommy…" Rose whimpered.

"Shhh. I'm right here." Catherine soothed, pushing her hair out of her face. She looked at Vincent.

"I think I'm going to stay with her tonight. Why don't you go get some sleep? We have a busy day tomorrow."

"Are you sure she's alright?" Vincent asked, concerned. Catherine waved him away.

"Yes, Vincent. Give her some time." Vincent stood, unsatisfied with Catherine's reasoning. He would ask Father to check Rose over tomorrow- just to be safe.

"Okay Rose. Can you open your mouth wide for me?" Rose complied sulkily. Catherine shook her head at Vincent.

"I told you she wasn't sick!"

"This is for my own peace of mind." Vincent defended, his eyes never leaving Rose and Father.

"Hm. You seem to have a very nice looking throat missy." He tickled her under the chin, causing her to giggle.

"Stop it Grandpa! It tickles!" Father laughed, before looking at her seriously.

"Well Miss Rosy-pie, you seem to be quite the healthy lady. Is there anything wrong that I may have missed?" Rose shook her head, her lower lip jutting out in her go-to pout. Vincent smiled at the sight.

"No. I don't know why I had to have a check up anyways. I already had one!" Father patted her, before lifting her down to the ground.

"You've been acting a little strange Rose. We just wanted to make sure everything's okay." He squatted down in front of her, taking her small hands into his own, motioning with his head for Catherine and Vincent to leave. Catherine had to forcibly drag Vincent out. Father shook his head, before turning his attention back to Rose. "Is everything okay?" Rose looked away. "Come on sweetheart. Tell Grandpa what's bothering you."

"Mommy's sick!" She burst out. "She throws up a lot and is always tired." Her big blue eyes filled with tears. "I don't want Mommy to die!" Father shook his head in amusement and drew her into a hug.

"Oh sweetheart, didn't you hear your Mom and Dad at breakfast today? Your Mommy isn't sick! She's pregnant!" Noting the child's confused look, he hastily added, "That means there are two babies growing inside your Mommy right now. You're going to be a big sister!" Rose blinked.

"Like Luke?" Father nodded.

"Exactly like Luke! Except, you will have two."

"I don't want to be a big sister." Rose objected. "I don't want Mommy to hurt."

"It's normal for Mommies to hurt while the babies are growing inside them." Father explained. "The same thing happened when you were growing inside your Mommy's tummy."

"Really?"

"Yes. But don't worry, your Mommy will be feeling better really soon, okay? So there's no need to be upset." Rose nodded. Vincent immediately swept into the room when he sensed the conversation was done, and lifted Rose into his arms. Catherine followed shortly after shaking her head.

"Daddy!" Rose giggled. "What are you doing?"

"Can't I hug my little girl?" Vincent asked. "And can't I get a hug back from her too?" Rose giggled again, throwing her arms around Vincent's neck, hugging him tightly.

"You're being silly Daddy!"

"Oh am I? How about you, and your silly Daddy go to the sitting room and finish Peter Pan? Would you like that?" Rose nodded emphatically. Catherine shook her head as the two exited the room, the sounds of Rose's chatter becoming fainter.

"She has him wrapped around her little finger." Father laughed aloud, while he put his medical equipment away.

"That she does."

Gah. I am absolutely in love with Vincent, and I really wish the series would have a) kept Catherine alive and b) Maybe give us a glimpse of what life would have been like if the two of them actually got married and had a family.

Which is what bought me to fanfiction. Because I can dream, right?

Thank you for reading! :)