AN: I was going to wait until next month to post this but since we just got some Wizards info...Celebratory Fic Update!

Warning: I figured I should put a warning on this just in case but this chapter deals with someone nearly dying during child birth so if that triggers you, probably don't read this chapter.

AN2: Warning being said, I got most of my info for this chapter from my Nana's medical dramas and a handful of baby development books from my local library. So it's probably not super accurate or realistic.

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Bular couldn't help the feeling of pride that built in his chest as the shop goers milled about. They no longer ran from him in fear. Most had stopped glaring at him or shying away, too. Once the shop emptied, he headed back into the keep to check on Bagdwella. She had still been asleep when he had opened the shop.

He put one hand on her shoulder gently, "Hey, Dwelly. How are you feeling?"

"Hurts..." She whimpered.

Bular let out a huff of amusement. That had been her reply for the past few weeks. At first they had called Barbara in a panic, thinking something was wrong with the whelp. The doctor had come in and checked Bagdwella and the whelp over before assuring them that the soreness she was feeling was normal. She had also used that time to tell them that he and Morgana had almost perfected the 'ultrasound spell' so they would be able to check on the whelp more closely by the end of the week.

Bagdwella whimpered again and gripped the blanket.

"Dwelly?" The faint metallic sent of blood assaulted his nose.

He saw a thick pink stain spreading over their nest. His heart stopped.

"I'm callling Barbara," he grabbed Bagdwella's phone and turned on the speaker, "Call 'Lady Trollhunter'."

"Calling 'Little Trollhunter."

Bular panicked, "No! That's not what I said."

"Hey, Uncle Bular-"

"Get your mother!" Bular cut him off, "Something's gone wrong. You need to get your mother now!"

"Shit! Alright. I'm getting Mum," Jim hung up.

Bular set the phone back on the table and rubbed Bagdwella's back, "Help is on the way, Dwelly. Jim's getting Barbara.

Bagdwella whimpered again. Bular kissed her temple lightly. Then, he got to hiss feet andd rushed to get everything ready for when Barabra arived. Then, he closed up the shop. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that's their whelp was coming early and there would be no stopping it.

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Seamus sprinted threw Trollmarket, lungs burning. He saw a gold blur above him.

'Erik must have already reached Ms. Morgana,' he thought, pushing himself to go a little faster. The wearwolf crashed into the library.

"Mr *Wheeze* Blinky...Mr *Pant* Arrrgh...Ms. Bagdwella's-" The words died in his throat.

Blinky held a little blue and green whelp as Arrrgh carefully pealed away the last of the shell from it's- her- hair and arms. Seamus felt his heart stop. Her eyes met his as Blinky wrapped her in a warm blanket.(1)

"Seamus?" Blinky looked up at the sudden intrusion, then he smiled, "This is Cordelia."

Seamus couldn't look away, "She...she's amazing..."

Cordelia shoved her fist into her mouth. Blinky smiled up at his husband before he stood up and approached Seamus.

"Would you like to hold her while we get her clothes and something to eat?" He offered.

Seamus nodded mutely and helddd out his hands for the whelp. Cordelia's six eyes peered up at him. They didn't see her fathers watching from the door.

"Chu!" Little rounded horns sprouted from her soft green hair as she sneezed.

Seamus chuckled and booped her nose. Cordelia squealed and grabbed his hand. He couldn't find it in him to be repulsed by the drool.(2)

Blinky and Arrrgh returned with a dark green onsie and some crushed minerals. Seamus watched as Blinky dressed Cordelia and handed her to Arrrgh to be fed.

"So, Seamus," Blinky tore three of his eyes away from his mate and child, "What brings you to our library?"

Seamus felt like he was slapped.

"Oh my god! Ms. Bagdwella! I came to tell you that sshee's gone into labor! I guess Cordie destracted me..."

Blinky and Arrrgh exchanged a wide eyed look. Arrrgh handed Cordelia back and reached for the diaper bag hanging on the chair. Seamus transformed and began to lead the way. Blinky chuckled and set Cordelia on the wearwolf's back, one hand on her back. Seamus wagged his tail with glee, even as the whelp pulled on his thick grey and white fur.

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Bagdwella screamed. She gripped Bular's hand tighter and tears rolled down her temples. Bular stroked her hair gently.

"You're doing great, Dwella," Barbara said from her feet, "Just a little longer and then you can start pushing. Alright. Keep breathing."

Bagdwella groaned and screamed again. Walter walked back iin no whispppered with Barbara and Morgana for a moment. He nodded before going off and returning with a cup of water. He offered it to Bagdwella. She drank it without hesitation. When she was done, Walt set the cup on a nearby table.

"Alright, Dwella. Get ready," Barbara looked over her classes, "And...push!"

Bagdwella grit her teeth and grunted. Bular swiped his thumbs over her fingers as she squeezed his hands. She screamed again.

"That's great, Dwella," Barbara encouraged, "Keep it up. Push."

Bagdwella screamed again. Barbara's eyes went wide.

"Shit! Ok, I know what's wrong now. Morgana! I need assistance here!""

Morgana was at her side, "What do you need?"

"Baby's in a breech. And not one it can be delivered in. I need you to help me get them turned right. And don't let Bagdwella kick me because this is not going to feeel good."

Fear held Bular's heart still. He was snapped out of his stupor as Bagdwella screamed once more. He stroked her hair even as she seemed intent on crushing his fingers to rubble. Bagdwella groaned and braced to push again.

"No!" Barbara ordered, "You can not push right now, Dwella. It will hurt the baby no it will hurt you. No pushing."

Bagdwella cryed. She screamed again and looked up at Bular.

"Make it stop, Bular," she whimpered, "Please."

Bular's forced a shaky smile, "I can't do that, Dwelly. It'll be oveerr soon. Just hang on."

She screamed again and his heart shattered. Barbara sat up a moment later and Morgana backed off.

"That's it! Push, Bagdwella!"

Bagdwella pushed. She screamed again.

"You're almost there. Just a few more good pushes and it will all be over," Barbara assured her.

Bagdwella nodded weakly before gritting her teeth and grunting. Bular wished there was more he could do to help her. As it was, he let her squeeze hiss fingers and helped her as she doubled forward.

Aa small wet cry filled the air ra few moments later.

"There she is," Barbara cut the umbilical cord and lay the crying whelp on Bagdwella's chest.

Bagdwella sighed as she stroked the whelp's sticky wet face. She groaned and let out another cry as she was struck with another wave of pain. Barbara furrowed her brows and looked back.

"Well, Damn..." Her eyes went wide, "Walt, take the whelp and get her cleaned up. Bagdwella, get ready to push. You're not quite done yet."

Bular's eyes went wide as Bagdwella screamed again.

"I know it hurts, Dwella. Now, push."

Bagdwella grunted and struggled.

"Shit," Barbara muttered, "Morgana, I need another towel. Bagdwella, keep pushing."

The two enchantresses whispered for a moment before Morgana too the now pink towel and bustled off.

Bagdwella screamed again. She let go of Bular's fingers and forced herself into a more upright position. Bular supported her with one hand and stroked her hair with the other.

'No troll's stone should be this hot,' he thought worriedly.

Bagdwella grunted with effort as she pushed again before she screamed. Another wet cry filled the air. Barbara handed the second whelp to Morgana and took what the older enchantress handed her.

"Bular, old her," she ordered, "I need to stop this bleeding."

Bular tried not to think about why Baarbara was telling him to hold Bagdwella. He just did. Bagdwella screamed again.

"Almost done, Dwella," Barbara promised, "It's almost over. And this time it will be over."

Bagdwella slumped against Bular's chest, panting. There was a snap as Barbara removed her gloves. She pulled out her stethoscope and checked Bagdwella over.

"She's going to be alright," she sighed, "She's just exhausted. And I don't blame her. Morgana, can you clean up here while I make sure the twins are alright?"

In a few spells, Morgana had everything, including Bagdwella and Barabra, clean.

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Badgwella groaned as she woke up. She was sore all over. One glance around told her she was in her keep. Another glance and she found the tiny whelp beside her. The whelp's red hair and green-grey skin were slightly darker then her own. Her triangulier nose was the same color as Bular's. She carefully rolled over andd pulled over to pull her daughter close, needing them to be closer to her. Thee whelp cooed quietly as she slept.

"Hey, Dwelly," Bular said quietly, holding thier second whelp.

She was so tiny, she fit in the palm of his hand. He lay the whelp next to Bagdwella. The whelps twitched for a moment before grabbing eachother's hands. Bagdwella smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"They still need names," Bular whispered, crying himself.

"B-Barla for the older one," Bagdwella whispered, "She wouldn't be here if it weren't for Barbara. I want to name her after her."

Bular nodded and lay down with his wife and daughters, "How about Marla for the younger. Because Morgana helped save them just as much."

Bagdwella wrappped one arm protectively around the twins. She leaned in and kissed her husband. He wrapped them in a warm embrace and curled his tail around them. He didn't try to hide his tears.

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AN: Tada! So...I only have one more chapter before Wizards drops...If there is anything you would like to see that hasn't been seen yet or would like to see more of, just let me know.

1) I call it a platonic zing. Like the zing from Hotel Transylvania but for platonic relationships.

2) I might have to draw this at some point...