At a sorority party, drinking beer illegally and coaxing girls to let him kiss them, Tony Stark is having the time of his life. He's 16 and about to graduate college as the head of his class, he's on top of the fucking world. Rhodey left the party all ready with a pretty co-ed and Tony is looking for some of that action.
"Pardon me," some girl whispers, causing Tony to spin around and gawk. She's tall with soft blonde-white hair and soft blue eyes, something usually reserved for angelic descriptions in books.
"Hello, there Miss…" Tony manages, smoothly despite the alcohol in his system. She smiles down at him, the soft pull of her mouth innocently mischievous.
"Lilium Cross," she offers just as softly as before. Tony grins at her, eyes roaming over the swell of breast under her vibrant red shirt and the curve of hips hiding beneath denim. Looking back up, Tony offers, "Mind spending the night with me?"
It's been nine months and Lilium nervously rubs her stomach, listening to Eva chatter excitedly about her own children and who they'll be. The hospital makes Lilium nervous, something she's never really felt since she left God's domain for Earth, to willingly break her grace for a single night with the human she grew to love.
"Oh! Do you think either of them will be friends with your little one?" Eva asks, tilting her head in thought. Lilium huffs out a laugh as Sparda walks into the room, raising an eyebrow at the end of his wife's question.
"I don't think you'd give them the option, love," Sparda teases gently. Eva huffs, about to cross her hands over the swell of her stomach before diverting her hands to her hips. Lilium laughs at the woman, wondering idly where the shy and nervous woman went to. A contraction shocks a gasp out of her, jolting the couple out of their playful arguing.
"She's coming," Lilium grits out, easily crushing the bar on the side of her bed. Eva stands as quickly as she can, waddling over to the button the doctors to them to press when the time came while Sparda moved closer to his ex-ally. Grasping her hand, Sparda barely blinks at the creaking of his bones while Lilium attempts to crush his hand while gritting her teeth.
"You'll be fine, Lailah. You finally know what all those women you watched over felt during their time of birth," Sparda jokes.
"Father's even more of an ass than I thought if this is what all women go through," Lilium grits, another contraction ripping through her. Sparda smiles as Eva waddles back over, rubbing her hands nervously. A few moments pass before the room is over taken by doctors and nurses, Sparda and Eva shooed out of the room and Lilium loses her sense of time. All she feels is pain and her little one trying to escape the womb. Hours seem to pass before a wail pierces the air and Lilium is no longer in pain. Pushing herself up, despite the exhaustion, Lilium smiles at the baby currently waving her fists about and wailing at the bright light.
"There you are," Lilium manages, before her arms give out and she passes out.
"Look at them! They look so sweet!" Eva coos, looking in the crib. Lilium looks down at the three babes in the crib and smiles. Her daughter, Beatrice, sleeping peacefully between Eva and Sparda's sons, Vergil and Dante.
"They do," Lilium agrees, watching as Dante squirms closer to Beatrice to only reach over her and smack his twin. Vergil flinches and wakes up, a hiccup escaping his mouth.
"Oh, no! Vergil, don't cwy," Eva coos, plucking Vergil out of the crib. The movement wakes Beatrice, who sits up, knocking Dante off of her, and looks about drowsily. Once the dark haired baby realizes one of her nap mates is gone, she starts to tear up, sniffling. Lilium sighs, pulling Beatrice from the crib and mimicking Eva's motions. The two mothers look in the crib, only for Dante to let out a soft snore. Eva bites her lip while gently bouncing the sniffling Vergil, as Lilium just snorts, ignoring Beatrice's grabbing motion at Vergil.
"That boy could probably sleep through the apocalypse," Lilium jokes. Eva huffs out a laugh, putting Vergil back in the crib. Vergil crawls over to Dante and smacks the sleeping baby in the face. Instantly, Dante wakes up howling, causing Vergil to start crying again.
"I stand corrected," Lilium huffs, placing Beatrice in the crib. The little girl crawls over to her two crib mates, sits down between them and starts babbling. The twins stop wailing and focus on Beatrice, staring intently as she starts moving her hands.
"At least we know she can stop the boys from arguing," Lilium offers. Eva throws her head back and laughs.
I live! And I'm writing on something other than Jak and Daxter! Sorry, but you guys'll have to wait until I can clamor around my J&D shaped writing block. Hopefully, you'll enjoy this in the mean time.