Disclaimer: I only own a copy of Skyrim.

I know the beginning is kind of sloppy, but I'm honestly boring myself with her pregnancy and I want to get it DONE WITH ALREADY! By Sithis, she's been pregnant for like, what? Six chapters? And you're all going to get pissed because I'll end up having the kid grow up in less than five chapters or something. (Probably not, but that's something that I would end up doing on accident.)

Also, LAST DAY OF SCHOOL FOR ME! :D

When Cicero had finally left to go home so that he could tend to Mother, Samar found that she instantly missed the crazy jester. She missed waking up next to him in the morning, constantly having to split her sweetroll with him, having him literally ready to rub her sore feet and aching back at demand or whine. Samar was surprised that the time passed as quickly as it did.

Soon he was back nearly two months later, and very surprised to see that she actually got bigger. A lot bigger.

But he still smiled and pulled her into his arms in a light hug.

"Cicero missed Samar," he told her softly.

"I missed you too," she mumbled back. They stayed like that for a little while longer.

The midwife stuck around for the next three days until Samar finally went into labor. Hours of much pain, blood and some screams from Cicero, and multiply the three by about six for Samar, they finally had their little baby boy.

"What are we naming him?" Cicero asked. The midwife had cleaned up the baby, dressed him in one of the outfits Sapphire brought her, accepted her pay from Cicero then left the new parents alone. Cicero was rubbing the baby's cheek with a gloved finger.

"What do you suggest?" Samar asked, kissing the baby's forehead. He stirred in his sleep some, but his tiny hand stretched out and grabbed onto his mother's dress, holding it tightly in his little fist.

"Lucien?" he asked. Samar froze for a second, staring up at him. Lucien? After the spectral assassin? He nodded, as if reading her thoughts. She smiled and leaned to kiss him.

"Sounds perfect," she agreed. She shifted slightly, wincing in pain, so that Cicero could crawl next to her on the bed. He moved close, and she carefully passed Lucien to him.

"Tiny," Cicero commented once the warm bundle was in his arms. "Very tiny, little Lucien. But you'll get bigger one day."

Samar smiled, leaning back onto the pillows, her eyes drooping. She was tired, but she didn't want to miss this moment.

"When do you want to go home and show our family the newest brother?" Samar asked. Cicero didn't look up from Lucien, too busy staring at the sleeping infant.

"Whenever Listener feels ready," he replied, not breaking his gaze. Samar smiled and closed her eyes.

"Tomorrow night?" she suggested as she felt sleep beginning to overtake her.

"Cicero will have everything ready to leave for home," he said. His voice suddenly got more cheerful, but for the first time, the volume of his voice didn't increase. "Lucien can properly meet Mother!"

Samar smiled some, eyes still closed. She felt Cicero's lips kiss her cheek before whispering in her ear.

"Cicero love you, Samar."

Samar was too exhausted to really think about how Cicero not just, for the first time, called her by her name but also point-blank stating his love. Her response was to roll on her side and fall into a deep sleep.

When Samar woke up, she began to wonder if she dreamt that Cicero told her that. After some thinking, she realized that he really did tell her that. Pulling the covers over her head, she began to feel awful.

Quickly, she threw the blankets over her head as she suddenly remembered. She had a baby to take care of now. She couldn't spend so much time on what Cicero said. Lucien needed her attention and energy right now.

Lucien was still alive. Cicero had cleared out a small chest, also taking off the lid and stuffed it with extra furs for a make-shift crib.

So far, so good, she thought as she peered into the chest-crib. Lucien was awake, so she gingerly reached in and picked him up. Her skin got goosebumps when he suddenly make little weird noises, before relaxing when she realized that he was fine.

"Good morning, Lucien," she said softly. Lucien just looked at her and began to fuss. For a second, more panic overtook her before logic entered her mind. It was morning. He was probably hungry, especially since he just woke up and his diaper smelled clean.

Shortly after she fed him, Cicero stood at the doorway.

"Cicero made Listener breakfast, when Listener is done," he told her. Samar handed him Lucien before she went downstairs.

Her mind wandered as she ate, allowing herself to think over what Cicero said. She didn't wander for long though. The second she finished, she eagerly walked up the stairs to join Cicero in Lucien.

"He is the most adorable thing I've ever seen!" Babette nearly squealed when Samar put the baby in his arms. The baby stared up at Babette. Aventus peered over her to see him, but when offered the infant, he quickly backed away.

"So this is the newest brother," Nazir mused, accepting the baby when Babette handed it to him. He stared down at Lucien, who in response, reached his hand up and pulled his beard. Nazir winced and quickly passed the little boy to Cicero. Cicero held him snug in his arms.

The days turned into weeks, weeks into months and before Samar knew it, nearly five years had passed. Lucien had obviously grown quite a lot, and at least once a week, Nazir would take a look at him and mutter that he looked exactly like Cicero more and more every passing day but thanked Sithis that he was overall pretty quiet like Samar. He also seemed to have insomnia like Cicero, and most of Lucien's nights that he spent awake were spent with either Babette or Cicero. Babette and Samar were teaching him his reading and writing, Babette also showing him how to mix some basic potions while Aventus made dull knives for him to play with. Nazir, although his claimed to dislike children, especially any children that the annoying jester would produce, seemed to enjoy Lucien's company. He was the only one he allowed to help him cook.

It was when Samar and Cicero were out together on a contract. Samar had only taken thirty contracts in the past five years since she had Lucien, compared to the thirty she had once been taking in a single week before. They had left about three days ago, Lucien was playing outside with Aventus, Nazir out on a contract with one of the new recruits and Babette was just waking up. Still in her nightdress, she was in the kitchen, borrowing a little bit of salt from Nazir's huge sack of it.

Lucien ran in, Aventus far behind. Aventus looked pretty surprised, a little pale with shock to be honest.

"Babette! Babette! Want to know what I just learned?" he yelled, running towards the little vampire. She smiled down fondly at him. Nazir was right. He looked like a mini Cicero. A much quieter, cute version of Cicero. The unchild had taking a strong liking to the only other child in the Sanctuary.

"Sure," she replied, ruffling his hair. Lucien gave a grin that mirrored Cicero's insane one as he turned to the table.

"FUS!" he shouted. The room shook slightly and dishes flew off the table, along with three of the chairs falling over. Even Lucien seemed surprised that this happened. The dishes laid on the ground, half of them completely shattered. Tears formed in his eyes, believing he was in trouble. "I'm sorry! I-I thought, I though that just made the room shake. It made the trees and rocks shake, I didn't know it pushed stuff away."

"Shhh, it's alright," Babette comforted, pulling him into a hug. Lucien sniffed and whimpered. "Aventus and I will clean this up, you go get ready for bed and I'll be in shortly to tell you goodnight."

Lucien nodded, tears drying when he realized that he wasn't in trouble. He smiled and ran off. Babette looked at Aventus, her eyes bewildered.

"The guards killed a dragon yesterday in Dawnstar, apparently the cause of the noises you heard last night," Aventus explained. Babette nodded. She thought it was just thunder, would have never even heard it if Lucien hadn't come to Babette in the middle of the night in fright and forced her to listen hard for it. "I was getting more stuff so that I could make Nazir a new enchanted blade, and we passed the skeleton of it. Lucien glowed this freaky light yellow, and immediately afterwards screamed...whatever he just screamed at the sky. Trees and some rocks shook, grabbed the attention of a few people but we came home before the guards could be notified."

"Samar is Dragonborn," Babette said slowly. "Maybe it can be passed down? I've never heard of such a case, but anything's possible."

"You should tell him to stop that...that...shouting...till Samar comes back," Aventus said, bending over to pick up a piece of a plate. "She'll know what to do."

"I'm going to go tuck him in," Babette said a bit quietly. Aventus nodded as he began to pick up several more pieces of plates and cup and set them on a surviving plate.