A/N: The last chapter, I want to thank everyone who has read and/or review this story. It means a lot. Enjoy!


Le Parfum Des Saisons

Aramis would like to point out that despite his various medical knowledge, he has never delivered a baby, especially his own. Watching his near screaming, and cursing their parentage Omega, while said Omega squeezed the life out of Athos and Porthos' hands he decided he was never going to do so every again. At the very least someone else would be sitting between his mate's legs watching the horror that was happening before his very eyes. Constance, who was assisting, decided she and her mate needed to rethink the whole having children thing.

"That's it, keeping pushing" Aramis encouraged.

"I am!" D'Artagnan growled, right foot twitching as though he wanted to kick the Alpha.

Athos made a noise that was either reassure or pain, Aramis wasn't sure and his attention was quickly taken by the head that had finally been pushed through, followed by the rest of the screaming wet baby into his hands. With clean blanket in hand, Constance took the baby and proceeded to clean him up in the corner with the wet rag and the now warm water that was there. Aramis turned his attention back to D'Artagnan to make sure everything was okay, and blinked when he saw another head emerging.

"Erm, D'Artagnan, my love. I need you to push again"

There is silence all around, before finally, Porthos spoke, "What do you mean again?"

~.~

Light brown skin, soft black curls, twenty prefect hands and toes. Their eyes were closed, but from what they had seen, it looked like Athos intense blue eyes had been inherited.

"They are beautiful"

Porthos looked away from his sleeping daughters to Aramis and Athos, the two Alphas had such besotted looks on their face that the man would have teased them for if it wasn't for the fact that he himself more than likely had the same expression.

"They are going have Alphas and Betas falling all over themselves for their favor" Athos said, expression saying he was not happy about that future event.

"Let's just hope they didn't inherited Aramis's charm" Porthos chuckled softly, "or it'll be worse"

"Oye!"

"Sssh!"

"What's wrong with my charm?"

"That depends on how much time you have, because there is no short list"

"You have no right to talk, you and taverns have very—"

"If you three wake them, I will leave you with them, and go to live with Bonacieux and Constance"

With sheepish looks, all three Alphas turned away from the pups and cradle to the bed where their drowsy Omega was glaring at him. Rumbling softly, Athos went over, sat on the edge right next to his mate, a soft smile gracing his lips when he ran his fingers through the long hair and got a happy purr.

"We did good today I think" the Alpha praised.

"What do you mean "we"? I did all the work, all the long painful work"

The tone in the Omega's voice told the three that sex was not in their future….or at least until the Omega's next Heat…..then again knowing their stubborn Gascon, he'd just stay with Bonacieux and Constance during the duration….it was a scary thought.

"And was well rewarded for it" Aramis smiled as he came over and go into bed, Porthos following and settling next to Athos.

D'Artagnan's expression goes soft at the thought of his newborn pups, who after being cleaned, fed (Athos had mixed feelings on that particular subject, and D'Artagnan was very relieved when he didn't feel anything sexual during the feeding) and dressed. Had promptly fell asleep, leaving D'Artagnan to get some much needed rest, while his mates said goodbye to Constance and Bonacieux, and went about taking care of the house and watching over the three.

That being said, "We are never having any more children, two is enough"

None of the three Alpha said anything.

"By the way, did any of you send the Captain as message that everything is okay?"

…..Oops.

Five years later

Treville couldn't help the smile that graced his lips as he watched the children play, his eyes going over to the Queen, King, and D'Artagnan. The three had settled down after D'Artagnan's announcement, and were now talking, most likely court gossip despite Louis's claim to the contrary.

"Uncle Treville!"

Maria and Marinette, twin daughters to his four best Musketeers. Playmates to the Dauphin, and the jewels of the Musketeer Garrison and Paris. Even a Red Guard or two will be seen sneaking a treat to the girls, much to their fathers and mother mixed emotions. Treville dreaded the day the girls became of marrying age. For now, the former Captain of the Musketeers smiled at the sight of the little girl, Maria, running toward him; he chuckled when she hid behind his legs.

"Hide me, hide me!" the girl giggled.

"And what am I hiding you from?"

"The dragon!"

"Rwarr!" roared her sister as she came toward them.

"Oh dear" Treville gasped, "whatever shall we do!"

Behind his legs there was a giggle.

"Don't worry, I'll save you!" cried the Dauphin.

From where he was watching with the King and Queen, D'Artagnan smiled.

"Sure you're ready to handle more?" Anne asked.

"Not much a choice there your highness" the Omega teased slightly.

"True enough" the Queen giggled.

"But yes, I am. However this will by last time"

"Didn't you say that last time?" Louis said with knowing look, "maybe you shouldn't be so hopeful"

"I just hope your mates are ready"

"Their Musketeers, my Queen, there is nothing they can't handle"

"I'm not so sure about that, I was there for The Incident"

D'Artagnan laughed.

"Papa!"

D'Artagnan looked back at his daughters and found them clinging to Athos's legs. After excusing himself, D'Artagnan stood and made his way over. Picking up his oldest daughter, Marinette, and kissing his mate on the cheek.

"Done for the day?" he asked, "or are you hiding from your men again"

"Musketeers don't hide" Athos, the now current Captain of the Musketeers, said with an amused look; before picking up Maria.

"Porthos would disagree with you"

Treville snorted before his attention was taken by the Dauphin who was now running back to his parents.

"He has a lot of energy" Athos said quietly.

"That he does, though his younger sibling will probably have more"

The Omega had to bite back a laugh at the wide-eyed look both Athos and Treville gave upon hearing news.

"They haven't made the announcement yet, so please keep it between us"

Athos and Treville nodded, and then with a mischievous smile D'Artagnan turned his attention to his daughter, "What do you think about having another little sister or brother, hmm?" he asked her, walking away as he does.

The Omega inwardly laughing at the stuttering behind him, soon feet were hurrying to catch up, then familiar footsteps were following him.

"What do you mean little brother or sister!?"

"Am I going to be a big sister?"

"Looks that way"

"I thought you said, two was enough"

"Why are you complaining? Aren't you happy?"

"Of course I am, just surprised"

"Good"

"….You do realize that Aramis and Porthos are going to insist the child be named after them"

"I'm the one who will be doing all the work, they get no say in it"

"And that bossiness is why we married you"

"Could have sworn it was because of my arse"

"That too"

"Mama, what's an arse?"

"A type of horse"

In a couple of months, his stomach will once again start to grow round, the cravings and mood swings will drive his mates crazy. Their daughters will be spending a lot of time with their Aunt and Uncles while their fathers took care of their mother's increased need for sex. When they were home, they'd press their ears against their Mama's stomach with their fathers listening and feeling for the newest member of the family. Maria will whisper secrets and promises while her Mama smiled. Marinette will tell all who would listen that she was going to teach her soon to be newest sibling the best fighting moves.

He'll go into labor in the Garrison while waiting for his mates with his daughters to finish up last minutes business so all of them could go home together.

Aramis will once again have to deliver his child into the world, this time on the Garrison kitchen table….they got a new one after. And the rest of the Musketeers vow to never put their spouses through such horrors.

D'Artagnan will call his mates every foul name in the book… in three different languages.

Three hours later, a baby boy will be born.

And no, he wasn't named after Aramis or Porthos.

They named him Thomas.

-End-