The first to be born was Chloe, and she was by far the hardest of the three. Rosa hadn't been expecting her water to break in the middle of shopping, she hadn't been due for another two weeks. But Chloe was ready to make her appearance, and she let it be known by forcing her mother to call for her husband, all while apologizing to the nearest store clerk about the mess.

The next few hours were incredibly hectic, the Dupain-Cheng's had to close their bakery in the middle of a rush, forcing people to make their decisions hastily so they'd make it to the hospital. Gabriel had to leave in middle of a meeting, his wife calling over and over again until he finally got the point.

Then it was a struggle to find out the room, the situation, how far along she was, who would be with her. Normally, it would be her husband, but Rosa wasn't exactly up for seeing him when she was in such excruciating pain. She cursed at him until he left with his hands up, leaving it to the ladies for the birthing process.

And just as she had sped up her own birth, Chloe wasn't playing around when it came to entering the world. Barely two hours had passed before her screams filled the air, healthy and brilliant and everything Rosa had ever wanted. She could hardly hear the congratulations from her friends and the doctors as she stared at her little girls face, the chubby cheeks, the already visible light hair. She had her hair!

When it came time to hold her, Rosa couldn't help it. She cried, fat tears dripping down her face as she stared at her wiggling infant, amazed that she had brought something so beautiful into the world.

"You're perfect, my little Chloe." Rosa said quietly, cheeks hurting from smiling, "You're going to be so happy, I promise."

After all, she had wonderful parents, two friends on the way, and some pretty amazing aunts and uncles to look forward to.

The next was Marinette, and if there was anyway for her to be the exact opposite of Chloe, she fulfilled it. Late by almost three weeks, Sabine had actually grown worried for her child and had consulted her doctor on the subject. After a long discussion, and suspected worries over the child, they decided to induce labor.

And it wasn't easy, nor was it quick.

It took hours of struggle, to the point where all non-staff had to exit the room. Sabine was terrified when the words 'strangling' came out of their mouth, when 'choking' came immediately afterwords. She could feel an emptiness inside of her that could never be replicated. Her baby was out, she had entered the world, but she wasn't breathing. There wasn't a singular cry.

Everything became white noise, every inch of her focused on the tiny form the doctors were working on, the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. For a brief moment, Sabine struggled with the thought that maybe she wouldn't be welcoming her baby home, not ever.

And then, with some quick thinking and amazing luck, her baby was breathing again, a sharp, choked cry filling the air.

Nothing in the world would ever be as satisfying to hear as that.

Later, when her baby had been cleared, and she was able to hold her, she leaned her head against her husband's chest and allowed herself to relax. Allowed herself to believe that this was real, that she could have this. Took in the red cheek, the dark curls, the tiny fingers and toes that showed that her child was alive.

"You're my little miracle, Marinette." she cooed, knowing in her heart that it was true.

Adrien was, of course, the last, and wasn't one to let anyone down. He wasn't quick like Chloe, or terrifyingly slow like Marinette, but he seemed to have his own pace when it came down to it. By the third hour, Celeste was almost fed up with how inconsistent her contractions were. The doctor's assured her it was perfectly normal, that every birth was different. But she hadn't even realized she'd been in labor at first with how inconsistent it had all been!

"It's time for you to come," she said to her stomach, clenching her teeth as another contraction hit. Begging for something to just give already!

She thanked every god she knew of when the doctor finally told her it was time to push.

When it was all over with, and she was a sweaty, tired mess, she ignored the amused laughs from her friends. The assurance that they both knew how it was, that it was okay. She was finally given her child, the weight more than she had expected, and everything fell away when she looked down at his tiny face.

It became clear then that it was all worth it, every hour, every horrifying feeling, the terrible pain. She'd do it all again just for this moment.

"He's a trouble maker already, isn't he Gabe?" she joked when they were finally alone, making her husband chuckle.

"Just like his mother," he replied, not even bothering to dodge the light slap to the chest. The two of them smiled down at their son, and Gabriel kissed her forehead, coming as close as he could, a content feeling spreading through his chest.

"That's a good thing."

A/N: I know very little about the birthing process, as I have zero desire to have children, but I hope this wasn't too horrid! Next chapter, the childish shenanigans will begin! Kind of. I hope you guys are buckled in for a long ride.