Chris grinned softly, "That would be brilliant, and we ain't stopping anyone from going to college and all, like Gizmo and Shadowcat, and some of the survivor teenagers from your parents' old world...Heck, Tony is already starting to be a genius, and he's helping out Doc, even if he's 5 years old!".
"It's awesome to have another little brother in Tony, and yeah, I can see either Harvard or MIT for him, and he's getting better. He's already warming up to other people besides my parents and Henry...I was a bit worried for him, honestly.", Susan sighed deeply.
"What he saw... pity he's old enough to remember... you don't forget that kind of stuff. He doesn't even have to have your family's kind of memory to remember.", Chris shook his head.
"Yeah... Jean has somewhat offered if maybe she could try something Xavier knew... to wipe certain memories. But I don't think it would be right; plus, Mum and Dad would never go for it.", Susan added.
"Right, it's probably important that at least he remembers why he's here and what his family and others sacrificed for the ones who made it here.", Chris agreed.
Susan nodded, "Yeah, and he can begin his own legacy here in honor of Howard...I remember him in the few times I met him...He was a wise-cracking, arrogant, but humble and loyal man, and he showed me the video reel of his flying car which worked for almost a minute...He was determined to make that work...It was in one of his plans post-war...Too bad he never got to it...It must have been something to see for real since movies only did it on moving platforms and special effects...".
Chris whistled lightly, "Oh, yeah...I really wanted a flying car or a flying train after I saw the movies of Back to the Future...Maybe Tony can do that...After all, the son precedes the father, something like that.".
"Maybe. Who knows what would happen in the far future?", Susan smiled, and the best friends kept talking, with Marco returning soon afterwards, and so, the next couple of weeks went peacefully well, with checkups and all, and it's getting quite close to the due date.
Beast came in as a temporary guest in the house, bringing many supplies in preparation for the births, just in case, staying close to the couple as the couple decided to give birth in their own home as it's both safe and familiar to them.
It certainly made some things with their home fairly awkward since they mostly had to tone down much of their affection. While Beast said he didn't mind and wanted to be as little of a burden as possible, the guys really just couldn't bring themselves to be like they were fully before with him anywhere in the house.
But luckily, they were distracted by other things like fussing over the nursery and cleaning the house as a sort of exercise to keep in shape a little bit, and to be honest, maybe it was for the best that their passion is down on the low for the sake of not upstarting pre-labor accidently.
In a funny way, after looking back at it, their daughter decided to be first, but after she was being picky over a story Marco was trying to decide to pick out to read out loud in the nursery, wanting a bit of practice for the nightly midnight feedings in the rocking chair.
Marco almost didn't catch it at first there when he was moving and just thought that their daughter had inadvertently pressed against his bladder too much and caused him to accidentally mess himself for a moment.
Then of course, the first contraction changed his mind as he nearly caught himself on the book cabinet, "Gods!", gasping and panting out in pain, with one hand on the shelf, gripping hard as he clutched into his baby bump that has gone hard and rigid.
He breathed shakily, realizing that he is going into labor, and shouted, "Chris, Beast! I'm in labor!", and walked along the wall to the door, crying out in pain at another contraction minutes later.
"Already!?", Chris called out as he tried to move as fast as possible to get to him. "Yeah, she's coming!", Marco shouted as Beast also joined them.
"Guess it's good it's now while you're not out and about then. Let's get moving into the suite, you two.", Beast informed.
Beast mostly supported Marco with Chris trying to support Marco with one side, with his baby bump in the way as they got to the master bedroom, with Marco groaning and crying out in pain at the contractions as they felt so sharp while walking, with Marco hissing, "Now I know how the ladies feel.".
Soon, he got helped into the bed, breathing a bit easier and deeper as the pain lessened slightly in the contractions as he laid against the headrest. Chris went to sit and rest near Marco, kissing him and helping him remove most of his clothes as Beast left the room to grab his supplies.
Chris rubbed Marco's hair back and spoke, "Breathe, Marco, easy...It will take some time.", and Marco smiled a bit at him, "I know...I wish this would be quicker like the Quantonium-infused women...".
"Ugh, now you remind me...", Chris sighed as he looked at himself, now feeling a fair bit of dread at the upcoming pain that was coming for sure. "Well, hopefully it won't be too long... and hopefully our son will not be coming along until our daughter is born.".
Marco chuckled, "Oh, I think they know not to stress us out too much, too fast, if slightly.", before gasping and breathing deeply upon another contraction as Beast returned back to the bedroom with his supplies and all.
"If my theory is correct, your prostate is the birth canal, and it gotta be considerably bigger than normal because you are in labor and all.", Beast replied, and Marco smiled slightly, "Oh, trust me, Beast, it's far bigger than normal.", as he gently and slowly turned over on his side with Chris's help, breathing heavily from another contraction, and at a nod from Marco, Chris removed his boxers.
"Yes, I see. The best solution I have is when the contractions became shorter and sharper, that should be the time to push, but you don't have the feeling right now, do you?", Beast asked.
Marco shook his head, "No, not yet...", and Beast nodded, "Better not to rush those things.". And so, a couple of hours later, Marco felt the intensifying contractions, and soon got the instinctual feeling to push.
"I gotta push!", Marco cried out, and Chris kissed his cheek, "Remember, deep breaths.", as Beast stayed close, and Marco nodded, taking a deep breath, and began the process of pushing and breathing.
"Just take it easy, Marco... you push too hard and too fast... well, it won't be pretty, I'm sure.", Beast reminded. "I know... you just... with all the pain you just really want it over quick...", Marco groaned.
Chris kissed him again on the cheek, "Just focus on me, focus on Beast's orders. He's the doctor in the house, after all.", with a warm smile.
Marco nodded, and then pushed steadily and carefully, crying out in pain, holding into Chris's hand tightly, breathing deeply, and so, the process of childbirth continued on for 30 minutes before Beast announced, "I see hair! She's peeking!".
"Already? Oh, thank God...", Marco sighed as he made another push, happy that it sounded like his pain would almost be over. Chris kissed Marco on the forehead, "Almost there, love.", wincing slightly at the pain in his hand Marco's holding into.
Marco shouted in pain, tears falling as the walls of his prostate burned, stretched beyond limits, feeling his daughter's head slowly come through.
"Just a bit more, just one more push!", Beast called out as Marco did just that before the sounds of a baby crying echoed through the room. "She's out!".
Chris sobbed happily, "You did it, Marco!", kissing Marco on the lips for three seconds before looking with absolute joy and love at their squirming, crying, shivering, nude baby girl as Beast gently went to cut the cord with a clip before handing her over to Marco who was now sitting up shakily, quiet pants as he slowly recovered from the exertion of pushing their daughter out.
"So glad...", Marco sighed as he looked at their daughter. "Any advice you could give me with our son?", Chris chuckled as Marco shook his head.
"Not now, right now, we need to focus on our new daughter... she's perfect, Chris.", Marco whispered.
Indeed, their daughter is perfectly healthy with 10 fingers and toes, having Marco's dark brown hair in soft tufts, olive-skinned, Chris's nose, and a mix of her parents in her smile. As she quickly quieted down, feeling her dad's skin, hearing his heartbeat as she felt safe enough to open her eyes which revealed to be dark blue just like Chris.
"She's so... us...", Chris admitted as he continued to look at their little girl. "She's got your eyes, Chris... like really got them.", Marco chuckled.
"Well, she obviously got your hair and skin there.", Chris smiled warmly. Marco chuckled, "True. This calls for some special names...After all, she's half Spanish, and half American.".
Chris shook his head. "It's... it's really strange. I know we said that once we saw them that we would've known exactly what their names could be but..."
"It's hard to think of one right now, huh?", Marco laughed. "Luckily, I think I've got a good one. How does Luciella sound to you, we can call her Ella if you want?".
Chris smiled, "Luciella...Lucy or Ella for short...Luciella Josie...", rolling her first and middle name on his tongue before nodding, "That's perfect. Our little Ella.", gently stroking a finger on Ella's cheek as she gurgled softly before her belly grumbled.
Marco chuckled, "Was starting to wonder if you are hungry.", before adjusting her up to his enlarged breast, and he was amazed when he felt her latch, and instantly suckled down his milk, "Wow, I didn't know that this would feel so nice, but it is...", never taking his eyes off Ella with a content, happy smile.
"Good to know it works too or we'd be having to ask one of the girls to play nurse maid for us. Not that there's anything wrong with doing that and I'm sure they'd accept if there was no choice. But it really wouldn't feel right, you know?", Chris asked.
Marco chuckled, "I do know what you mean, my sweet star.", smiling and kissing Chris on the lips. Beast replied, "Looks like Ella's at a good weight and size, very healthy, and of course, a great appetite.", with a warm chuckle as Ella's apparently very hungry.
Both men agreed happily as they relaxed, and it doesn't look like that their son is not going to rush anytime for the afternoon, and so, they soaked into being parents to Ella for a long while.
After feeding and giving her some attention, Ella went to sleep in her crib for the first time, and after Beast checked that Marco's all clear, he left the couple to destress and all for the evening.
"How are you feeling?", Chris asked Marco, obviously wanting to check in on him after his birth. "Still sore and in pain in a few locations, but it'll get better for sure.", Marco said as he gave a small smile. "Certainly not something you want to do often for sure, though.".
Chris teased, "Too late to warn me, love. After all, I still got a bun in the oven, pun intended.", smiling as he rested next to Marco, rubbing his baby bump, feeling a few kicks.
Marco chuckled, "Fair enough, Chris.", kissing him on the cheek, joining into the rubbing. Marco and Chris went to take a couple hour nap, both for Marco's recovery, and Chris to be able in using his strength for the incoming birth sooner or later.
Chris, in the middle of the second hour, woke up to kicks on his bladder, and sighed as he left the bed to the bathroom, muttering to his son, "You sure like to make room for yourself, huh?", and another kick responded.
Chris amusedly shook his head with a smile and did his business when an earthquake came. "Oh, shi-", Chris cursed as he braced himself as best as he could as the place rocked.
Thankfully he had been through these before so at least he could tell that this one wasn't the worse he had been in but certainly it can't be good for either of their children whether they were born or not.
He faintly heard Marco call out for Ella, knowing that he's going to grab Ella in the nursery, hold her in the doorway where it's safe, and as for the bathroom, the shower tub is the safest as Chris braced, tucking himself in the corner, waiting out the earthquake before he felt water sloshing under him, and before he knew it, he's in labor, experiencing the first contraction, realizing that the earthquake has scared his son.
"Marco!", Chris called out. "We're okay in here! How about you!?", breathing deeply and shakily. "I've got Ella! She's obviously scared!", Marco shouted back.
"Yeah, well, we're going to have more issues right now; the earthquake scared our son... and now he's coming!", Chris responded back.
Marco's voice pierced the air, "Dang it! Breathe, Chris!", as the earthquake continued around them, and Chris called out, "I know!", before crying out in pain at another contraction, gasping for air, breathing deeply as best as he could with everything shaking in the bathroom, glad that he is in the corner of the shower tub, safe from any sharp things and all.
To his relief, the earthquake lasted a minute and a half, but unfortunately as he was getting out of the shower tub, he saw that in during the focus of his breathing and the chaos, the double cabinet that held towels and such had fallen, blocking the door which is of the type that opens on the inside, and he had a feeling that the door is jammed in the hinges as well.
He then shouted in pain from another contraction, heaving as he clenched into the vanity sink, and then heard Beast's voice from the other side, "Chris, Chris, are you okay?! No scratches or anything bad?!".
Chris shouted back, "I'm not hurt, but he's coming fast! The door is blocked on this side!", and Marco's voice called out, "Hold on! Beast will try to get the door open!", before hearing growls and grunts as the door was hit several times, "It's really jammed good!".
Marco asked, "Can you get Susan or one of the others to make a hole in the wall from outside?!", and Beast's voice replied, "I can't leave Chris, he needs to listen to my orders! You call one of them, it's still too early to take Ella out of the house! I hope the cell phone towers are still intact!".
Chris cried out in pain from the increasing contractions, slowly kneeling down, panting as Beast's voice called out, "Is there a vanity mirror that's still intact or something?!".
"You planning on something with the mirror then?", Marco asked. "Certainly better than nothing right now...", Beast bit his lip. "I might be able to see and help guide him for a bit until we can get some help."
Marco nodded and went to call Susan or one of the others, hoping that the cell tower is still intact as he held Ella in his other arm, kissing her to reassure that everything is going to be okay.
Beast then called out to Chris, "Do you see the mirror near you?!", and Chris looked around before seeing a good size of the broken vanity mirror, and with a towel, he reached to grab it, "I got it!".
"Good. Lay it against a corner where you can see your reflection in the side, where you can see your prostate, and soon, the baby!", Beast shouted, and Chris followed Beast's instructions, laying it against something.
"Okay, it's set up!", Chris called back, and Beast responded, "Perfect! Grab all the towels you got. The baby will need a safe spot of cushioning room!". Chris gasped and winced and breathed through the contractions as he reached for any nearby towels, furrowing them into a nest, and he removed his trousers and boxers.
"I got all the towels I can find, and I'm free of my clothes!", Chris shouted back, and Beast called out, "Good! Keep watching the mirror! Do you feel the need to push right now?!".
"Not yet... I don't feel much pain...", Chris told him. "Okay, so it might be a bit before the real hard contractions will come. Just hold steady and stay calm when the contractions really start to hit.", Beast advised.
Chris replied, "Will do.", breathing through the contractions, hoping that the cell tower isn't broken or something...A few minutes later, he then shouted out in pain as a hard, sharp contraction came, and Beast called out, "Stay calm!".
A groan only pierced the air as Chris panted heavily, feeling the need to push, and upon another hard contraction, he pushed, breathing deeply as he is on his knees, watching the mirror.
This continued for 5 minutes before Chris shouted in pain as he felt his prostate stretching out beyond limits, watching the mirror, his eyes widening with tears falling as he saw feet, not the head, "Beast, he's breech! He's breech!", realizing that his son didn't have time to prepare to turn headfirst when he was scared suddenly by the earthquake.