A/N: I figured with the many and varied situations IR are called in for, they would have to be trained and experienced in delivery. Whenever ambos deliver a baby there's usually a bit of hopeful angling of name tags into the line of sight of the new parents juuuuust in case they haven't decided on a name yet. There's a point of pride in delivering a baby, even more so if the parents do decide to name them after you.
Alan looked up from his school work as Scott and Virgil almost swaggered into the lounge, both brothers grinning broadly and pleased about something as they shepherded a somewhat shell-shocked Gordon into the lounge. Virgil steered him over to the closest couch while Scott vanished downstairs for a minute and came back with an opened bottle of beer. He put it into Gordon's hand and the aquanaut automatically drained half of it in three gulps. "It'll be easier next time." Scott chuckled, sitting next to Gordon and patting his back comfortingly. Virgil just laughed and sprawled in one of the other couches.
"Someone wanna clue me in here?" Alan asked, looking from brother to brother.
"Gordon delivered his first baby today. He's a little traumatized, Virgil made him catch the baby." John supplied from the projector, also grinning at the second youngest. "You okay Gordon?"
"...mom went through that five times!?" Gordon had finally found his voice. "Why!?"
"Technically four, I came out through the skylight." Virgil corrected.
"C-section." John provided the more accurate terminology.
"Trust me Allie, the training vids? Nothing like the real thing." Gordon shuddered and took another swallow of beer.
"So, uh, how many babies have you delivered?" Alan directed his question to the group at large.
"Six." Virgil replied smugly. "There's two little boys named 'Virgil' running around North America. I get cards on their birthdays."
"Three." Scott half smiled, but there was a flicker of sadness in the expression. "All girls. One of them is named 'Lucy', her parents asked me for suggestions."
"Delivered one personally, talked nine through delivery." John preened, quite proud of himself. "There's three 'John's and a 'Joanna' out there." He paused for a moment, looking at something they couldn't see and smiled. "Speaking of which, the new parents just messaged to let us know that both mum and little Gordon are doing well."
Gordon's answering grin could have outshone the sun.