( yes i know Dr Ramos is a man in the show i made him a her why? No reason )
It was just after midnight when Wanda suddenly sat up in bed. The moonlight through the window showed her face contorted in what looked like a scream, but the sound that came out was a high-pitched squeak.
"Wanda, are you all right?" Vision asked anxiously, sitting up beside her.
She breathed heavily for a few seconds before answering. "I've been having cramps for a few hours, but that was much stronger. I think I'm in labor. I think they're coming."
"You're not due for two weeks."
"Twins tend to come early."
"Should I call Dr. Ramos?" he asked.
"No. We agreed we would do this ourselves. Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed as the worst contraction yet hit. She grasped Vision's hand tightly. When it finally passed, she said, "Call Dr. Ramos."
Agnes arrived first. "How's she doing?"
"She is in terrible pain."
"I hear that's normal."
Wanda's face was flushed and covered in sweat, but she managed a strained smile. "Agnes, thank god your here."
"How are you feeling?" she asked, taking her hand.
"I've been worse."
"Seriously?"
"That's...that's the only one I can think of. Other than losing Pietro and my parents. That was a different kind of pain. There are so many different kinds of pain." She screamed then, squeezing Agnes's hand so tight her fingers turned white.
Dr. Ramos arrived minutes later, carrying two cases of medical equipment. She took a look at Wanda's dilation.
"It won't be long now," she assured her. "You're almost there."
"Thank God," Wanda replied.
While Agnes gave Wanda support, Vision brought in some fresh towels.
"I feel so helpless," he admitted.
"You sure you want to be here for this?" Dr. Ramos asked. "She's going to get grouchy."
She'd been joking, but Wanda panicked at the suggestion. "No. Vizh, don't abandon me. I need you!"
"I'm not going anywhere," he promised.
"Hold my hands. Don't let go. Whatever happens."
Vision held Wanda's right hand while Agnes gripped her left hand.
Vision couldn't take his eyes off her face, her expression alternating between intense pain and complete exhaustion. Her breathing was heavy and frantic.
As the labor pains intensified, she squeezed harder. A red glow gathered around her hands, and head, especially her eyes.
Dr. Ramos looked startled at the strange red light, but didn't say anything.
Vision stroked Wanda's damp hair back from her forehead. "Wanda, I know you are in pain, but you are not in danger. There is no one here to fight. You are bringing our children into the world."
As he spoke in a soothing voice to her, her eyes fixed on him. "It hurts so much. When will it be over?"
"Soon."
"Your body is going to start telling you to push," Dr Ramos commented.
"It is. It's telling me."
"Good. It's time to push."
She made a sound somewhere between a scream and a growl, her face scrunched up, turning red.
Vision tried to stay calm, tried not to think about the many, many things that could go wrong, tried not to remember that having twins increased the risk of complications during labor. Uterine rupture, embolism, hemorrhage.
He tried to put these possibilities from his mind. She needed him to stay calm, to help her relax and keep her powers in check.
"The baby's crowning," Dr. Ramos announced. "You're doing great."
Once the first baby's head emerged, the rest of the body nearly popped out. Dr. Ramos wrapped it in a soft towel, cleaning it off. "He was in a hurry."
"It's a boy?" Vision asked.
"It's a boy."
As Dr. Ramos cleaned off the baby's face, he drew a loud, long breath, then set loose a piercing cry.
Wanda smiled and laughed breathily.
"Sounds healthy," Agnes commented.
While Wanda rested for a few minutes, Vision held their baby, their son. He was afraid he'd hold too tight. The newborn was so small, and seemed so fragile. It didn't seem real. He rocked him gently, talking softly to him. The baby stopped crying after a couple of minutes.
Wanda began to push again. She delivered a placenta. The sight of the dark red mass frightened Vision until he realized what it was.
"One to go," Dr. Ramos said encouragingly.
Wanda arched her back and groaned. Her legs spread wider, and the baby crowned.
Dr. Ramos jumped to action. She eased the baby out.
The cry was the most relieving sound Vision had ever heard.
"It's another boy," Dr. Ramos said, laughing in relief.
They took Wanda to the hospital to make sure she was alright.
Vision kept watch over the twins as they slept in bassinets.
Agnes stood next to him.
"They look like you," she said. "They're almost as red."
They had the typical livid hue of human newborns. He smiled at her joke. "They are beautiful. I have never seen anything more beautiful."
"Are you serious? They look like naked molerats with mange," Agnes joked. She added, more quietly and no longer joking. "You saved your son's life, you know. Probably Wanda's too."
Dr. Ramos walked up to them. "The new mother is in the recovery room. She'll be fine."
"Thank God," Vision breathed. "Can I see her?"
"Of course. We need to make sure the babies can nurse."
As they headed toward the recovery room, Vision walked close to Dr. Ramos. "If I might have a word about…anything unusual you may have seen last night."
"Anything I may have seen is covered by doctor-patient confidentiality. Your secrets are safe with me."
"Thank you."
"But I might call you in someday if I have an emergency I think you could help with."
"As long as our anonymity is respected, Wanda and I are both at your service."
They took the twins to the recovery room and placed them in Wanda's arms. She smiled, though even that smile looked like it took an inordinate amount of effort in her exhaustion.
"I love you."
"I love you too. So much," he replied.
Wanda turned to Agnes. "Thank you for being here."
"It's an honor," she assured her. "And this experience has made me realize that I'm actually completely okay with never having children of my own, so thanks for that."
Wanda laughed weakly, and ran her hand over the back of one of her son's heads.
Nat bid them goodbye. Once Dr. Ramos ascertained both newborns could eat, she also departed, leaving the new parents alone with their children for the first time.
Wanda gazed at him, her eyes tired but full of love. "We did it."
"You did it," he replied, staring at her in awe.
"We did it," she repeated. "Look at our sons."
"They are wonderful. You are wonderful."
She sighed tiredly.
It seemed absurd to Vision at the moment how little respect human societies gave mothers. How could the effort and the danger and the magic of this act of creation be so easily ignored?
As he gazed at his sleeping sons and their mother, he vowed to himself that he would never for a moment forget all that Wanda had done to bring them into the world.
