Mia had settled in easily at her new home and job, spending most days in her office beside Tony's. For a month reporters hounded them both about the babies before they were no longer front page news, though the pair had had fun while it lasted, including a kiss that was setup as though the paparazzi had caught them unawares. In the kitchen the woman had placed a potion station, leading to informing an unconcerned Happy about her status of being a witch but also revealed a secret about Lt Colonel James Rhodes, Tony's best friend for many years, was a squib. JARVIS had freaked out the first time potion fumes came by one of his many sensors, thinking the house was under attack, but was informed what was going on and it hadn't been an issue since.
Tony, Rhodey, and Happy had spent a weekend cleaning out the spare bedroom that was between both brunettes', the following placing connecting doors for each adult and painting, before finally setting up the numerous furniture items that had been purchased the third weekend. The burly bodyguard had proven himself quite the artist, the walls were filled with all sorts of creatures, both magical and mundane, as well as a perfect replica of the night sky containing Canis Major, with Sirius shining directly over the two cribs.
As the weeks passed by, the witch grew and grew, Tony getting many stinger hexes for his jokes about how she was waddling by his 30th birthday, the party spent sitting with the birthday boy, still during the month of media insanity.
The whole family had come over for her birthday, utilising the Floo that had been put in place, though at 32 weeks and her bump now a mountain, Mia wasn't exactly in the party spirit. A week later though her friend appeared in her office door, the end of August had her banished to the home office bar one day a week, today being that day.
Tony sat in her office chair, neglected in lieu of the much more comfortable recliner, "How're my niece and nephew treating you today Mione?"
"He'll be a football player before Quidditch and she's biding her time until my bladder is full again," wincing at another fierce kick, the witch summoned over another stack of files, "What's happening out in the wide world that I'm missing out on?"
"I've made an appointment for you that you are going to have"
Putting the files aside, Mia carefully leant forward, "Have you? And with whom would this appointment be with? And when?"
"Dr John McGill is the man, best high risk obstetrician in the world," standing, Tony opened the office door, "And your appointment is now."
"Anthony," she hurriedly hid her wand only to hear the doctor laugh.
"You needn't worry Lady Granger," John drew his own wand, "I spent 7 years at New York Magical, did my Healer training and then chose to go into Muggle medicine. Your invention has helped me save many mothers and babies that would have otherwise died."
The tattoo was easily spot now, on the back of his left hand, bringing a grin to the brunette's face, "I'm pleased but confused as to why Tony asked you here."
"You're 33 weeks along?" Getting a nod, the doctor easily set up his exam gear, "Let's get a look at your pair."
Needing help from both men, Mia lay on the table and watched the screen for the ultrasound. When her twins appeared, she had a large smile but it wavered as soon as she looked at the doctor's face, "Is there something wrong with my babies?"
"No, they're both healthy but there is a problem," cleaning her of the gel, John got her sitting and showed the problem, "They're big, already newborn size and if you were closer I would induce you. Unfortunately, as you know, magical pregnancies are always better delivered at 36 or later, the longer they brew the better. That leaves us with a delivery issue. Even one would be way too big for a natural so a caesarean is your only option. Or we risk it and induce now."
He'd known that there was only one option in his patient's mind, he'd read all about her sacrifices during the war, and was proven correct as she spoke, "We wait, let them grow, I can deal with anything they throw at me," Mia rubbed her active pair, "Do you use alerts like Healers do?"
He'd come prepared, placing the bracelet onto her wrist, "If anything happens, no matter what, you get in touch."
"Scouts honour," holding up her fingers, the two brunettes laughed as the man packed up and left, all the while shaking his head.
It was decided, by Tony and Molly, that Mia would be on bed rest, allowed up only to use the bathroom, she had moved into Tony's bed out of ease and they had become much closer as he was soon needing to help her shower as well. Things were progressing fine and on Halloween the woman was allowed out on the lounge to enjoy her favourite holiday. The trick or treaters all got a kick out of Tony dressed as a troll, helped along by Mia's far too close encounter with one 9 years earlier.
It happened as she tried to turn over, a tearing sensation inside and then the worst pain she had felt since the war, "TONY!"
He was at her side instantly, shattering the bracelet in his worry and eagerness to alert John, "It's going to be ok Mione."
"What happened?" John asked the second he popped in, then saw the blood, "Shit. Stark, your living room is our operating theatre now, these kids need to get out."
As he rushed about, Mia grabbed the doctor's arm, "You save my babies first."
"Ok," within 5 minutes of arriving, John had his patient full of potions, under a partial body bind, and open, "Stark, keep it together, I have no one else."
Understandably Tony was freaking out, this woman had crawled into his heart and was as close to a sister as he would ever have, and she was now in real trouble. But the pleading in her eyes forced him into action, doing everything John ordered of him and soon a screaming boy was placed in the towel he was holding, followed quickly by his just as large sister. Cleaning them as he was instructed, the billionaire playboy, with tears in his eyes, took him to his mother's head, "They're definitely a big pair. Congratulations Mom."
Mia could barely see through the tears but looking at the identical mops of black hair and pudgy faces, she felt love like nothing she had every felt before, "My baby boy and girl. Happy birthday, we've been waiting for you."
"What're their names?" John asked, still working to stop the bleeding.
"Gunnar Anthony Lokison and Tyra Frigga Lokidóttir"
Tony had a million watt smile at hearing the middle name of his nephew but that faded quickly as his friend's face went slack, "Mia? Hey! Hermione?! John?"
"Damnit, fight for fucks sake!" He'd known this was a possibility, the huge blood loss not being replaced enough by the potions, and as he felt her heart stop, the doctor let out another stream of expletives and yelled, "Go sit over there, you can't help now."
Cradling the twins to his chest, the shell-shocked man barely made it to the lounge before breaking down, "Oh god, Mia, please come back."