Jane's curses rang through the entire hospital as the nurses sped her to an open room, doctors chasing after them. Doctor Chakwas, who had attended the ceremony, was directing all the people around them, shouting orders like a true soldier.
James ran along side his newlywed, letting her grip his hand so tightly he felt it going numb. The nurses tried to seperate them, but neither would let go to the point that they were forced to bring him into the operating room.
Even when they prepped her and filled her with drugs, Jane screamed like a powerful but angry goddesss. Soon enough, only Chakwas remained in the room, brushing back Jane's hair from her face. Most of her make-up had been taken off, but those fiery red cheeks remained, untouched by her tears. The room was silent even as doctors and nurses came in to check on his wife and speak with Chakwas.
"James?" came Jane's groggy voice.
"Yeah, Lola?"
"Can you sing me that song?"
"What song?"
"The Sierra Moreno song."
"Cielito lindo?" She nodded.
James began to sing the words, whispering them in her ear. She grew quite as the song progressed, hissing only sometimes in pain. By the end of the song, Jane was ready to give birth to the first child. James was rushed out of the room, despite both of their protests, and forced to watch through a window in a seperate theatre.
He didn't like not being in there, holding her hand through all the pain, but he dealt with it. Jane's friends from the Normandy, their families, and some reporters joined him in the seperate room, watching in awe and crossing their fingers.
By the time thecommander had given birth, passed out from exhaustion, and woken up again, it was noon the next day. The doctors wanted him to see the newborns, but he refused them, wanting to wait for Jane.
When she opened her groggy eyes, she was surrounded by her love ones, smiling down on her. She opened her lips and rasped, "James?"
"Right here, Lola," he whispered, squeezing her hand. "Been here the whole time."
"The babies?" she pondered for a moment, then bolted upright with fear, her heart monitor beeping rapidly. "The babies! Where are my babies?!"
James shushed her, placing a hand on her chest and pushing her back down onto the bed. "The nurses are bringing them right now. I haven't seen them."
As if on cue, two nurses came through the door, holding their cooing children. They handed the smallest to James and the other two to Jane, then one said, "They were fed a while ago, but I would suggest you start breastfeeding them now so they get used to it."
With the help of her husband, Jane began breastfeeding the two in her arms with some difficulty at first. The crowd ooh'd and aw'd, smiles growing wider as they took pictures.
"Have you decided on names yet?" one nurse asked, bringing up her omnitool. "The two you have in your arms, commander, are boys, and the one your husband has in his is a girl."
Jane looked over at James, who nodded with a smile; they had already picked out the names a month before. "This guy," she stated, bouncing the child on her left arm, "is John. The other one is Daniel. The girl is Ashley."
The nurses smiled and typed in the names. "It's official," they said. "Welcome to the world, John, Daniel, and Ashley Vega!"
