~*~ May 3, AC 204 ~*~

~*~ Peacecraft Manor's "Delivery Room" ~*~

~*~ 10:57 PM ~*~

Once again, Zechs sat at his wife's bedside as she pushed their next child into the world. Trey had been in labor for nineteen hours now, and no one knew how much longer it would last.

Personally, Zechs didn't know how much longer he could last. It was getting late and not only was Zechs tired, but his right hand might be broke from all the pressure being put on it. But even with fatigue and agonizing pain plaguing his mind, he still sat faithfully with Trey, rather than leave her for his own selfish purposes.

Outside of the delivery room Relena and Heero sat with their new child, and Évangalie was as bright-eyed and chipper as usual. Relena cooed over her baby. Éva sat, in her light green satin pajamas, on her Uncle Heero's lap, asking how a gun works. Heero was more than happy to explain it to his curious niece.

Relena hugged her son, Kiro, and he squirmed. Kiro was only three months old and already has his father's unruly brown hair. In fact, Kiro's features were mostly taken from his father. Except for his smile. That had come from his mother.

Finally an hour had passed, and Zechs emerged from the delivery room. Even after a twenty hour labor, ending at almost midnight, Zechs had time to take care of his daughter. He scooped up Éva and hugged her.

"Everyone, Calé and Trey are fine. I know you want to get yourselves and Kiro to sleep so go ahead." Zechs said. He turned to his attention to his four year old daughter, "As for you, tiny angel, you can see your brother, tell him you love him and then go to bed."

"Papa! I'm not tired!" Évangalie countered, in typical toddler fashion.

"I'm serious, Évangalie," Zechs said sternly, but not yelling. He carried his pouting little girl into the former bedroom. Éva was set gently down on the bed and she crawled quickly next to her mother. Zechs sat on the other side of Trey.

Trey held her son, Calé, tenderly. Like his cousin, Calé was predominately his father. Calé's one exception was his eyes. Zechs' eyes were a shade of cool blue, whereas the baby's were a stormy grey, that shone with determination for life.

Zechs smiled to himself. Some how he knew that this child would never let him down. And now his family was complete. Yes, more children were always welcome, but he needed nothing more than what he had right now.