4 months later...

Arthur groaned as waddled down the halls, Julius next walking beside him, holding the care package. Chancy has been in labor for the last 4 hours, and apparently he's doing great. Davie is the one delivering the baby, and Arthur's going to be with Chancy as support. He had just arrived to the castle, he and Alfred just returning from a long day in the city. He was informed by Julia that Chancy's water had broke in the middle of their picnic, and that he was rushed to Davie's office. Arthur was about 4 hours late, but it's not like a lot could happen in 4 hours. He finally made it to the office door, grabbing the care package from Julius, and ordering him to go to his father. The child shrugged, walking off to the king's solar.

Arthur knocked on the door before opening it, instantly greeted with stifled cries of pain. He slid in and closed the door behind him, announcing himself. "I'm so sorry I'm late." He said quickly, rushing to the frenchman's side. Davie nodded at him messaged Chancy's hips.

"He's having contractions." He explained. Arthur looked down at his friend, who's face was beet red as wet with tears. His eyes were closed shut, and his whole body was convulsing. Arthur shivered. It looked like it hurt, a lot. "I'm gonna need your help in preparing him for surgery." Arthur nodded, glad he was wearing Alfred's clothes rather than his own. Because Chancy was a male, he didn't have a vagina, and therefore couldn't give birth naturally. Davie would have to slice him open and retrieve the baby, and sew him back up. Arthur has been mentally preparing himself for this, but seeing his friend in the position first freaked him out. Is there no other way to give birth to this baby?

"Or you can make an incision on the perineum." Davie and Arthur jumped, snapping their heads at the unfamiliar voice. Arthur couldn't believe his eyes, and Davie looked confused.

"Who are you?" He growled, taking a threatening step towards the mystery woman.

"I'm Iridessa." He answered casually, striding over to Chancy, placing a slender hand on his forehead. "Sweetie, are you okay?" She asked, Chancy opening his eyes slowly. "Don't worry, mama's here." Arthur could see Davie's contort into that of severe annoyance, the queen clearing his throat.

"You said something about making an incision. Where?" Arthur asked, the beautiful pale woman turning to him slowly. Her long ice blonde hair landed around her thighs, her full lips pulled into a thin smile.

"It's been a while, Arthur." She embraced him, before turning to Davie. "And you must be my son's mate." She said coldly. Davie didn't look phased in the least bit.

"Yep," He began to rub his tools with alcohol. "And if you'd excuse me, I need to perform a procedure." He walked past the woman without so much as a glance and began to gently pull up Chancy's surgical dress to reveal his large belly. He began to rub Chancy down with the alcohol, the omega still groaning in pain. Iridessa rolled her eyes.

"My son doesn't need to be cut open. Neither does any omega male. Allow the child to be released naturally by creating a channel through which it can pass." Davie frowned at her.

"Infants range from3 to 6 pounds" Davie sighed. "Men don't have the same elasticity as women, and therefore the pain is much worse, and the likelihood of complications triple. A little cut on the perineum isn't going to substitute for a vagina, which is why were are going to extract it, just like I have for numerous amounts of births for male omegas." He crossed his arms in challenge, the beautiful witch raising a brow.

"Oh, so you are an expert?"

"No, but neither are you. So please, ma'am let me do my job." He turned back to his task, casually talking to Chancy and explaining what was going to happen. "i'm gonna cut you open, but only enough for my hands to enter your womb. It shouldn't take more than an hour. It's going to hurt very much, I just want you to know that." Chancy looked at him with terrified eyes.

"Is there," the omega croaked. "No other way to do this?" Davie shook his head.

"They're too risky." He reasoned, but Chancy looked at his mother, who was sitting on a chair, reading a book. "She wants you to give birth naturally." Davie informed, the Frenchman crying out in grief.

"Oh God?! Why me!?" he threw his head back down towards his pillow, Davie stroking his face. The alpha lifted his marker and began to draw dotted lines on the places he was going to cut. Chancy was becoming increasingly more restless before he sat up again. "I'll do it naturally. I don't wanna get cut up." Daie was about to argue, but then Iridessa stood up, pushing Davie aside.

"I'll make the first cut." He hiked Chancy's legs up and forced him to relax. Davie growled, his mate stiffening.

"Baby I'm sorry, but please let this go." He panted as his mother cut the perineum vertically and horizontally, in an x pattern. Chancy hissed, calling out Davie's name, reaching out his hand. Davie took it reluctantly, allowing himself to be demoted to a stress ball. Iridessa smirked as he tucked her hair behind her ear.

"On the count of three, start to push." Chancy nodded, Arthur inching closer to Iridessa, curious. The area was already a bloody mess and Chancy had just started to push. Arthur made a gagging noise. "This is gonna be you in a few weeks." The witch pointed out. "You need to be able to stomach this." Arthur nodded his head.

"How long should this take?" He asked. The mother hummed.

"Depending on how big the baby is, no more than 5 hours." Chancy began to curse, Davie looking mildly amused at Chancy's poor decision. "But a birth like this solidifies the bond between the mother and child." She added, Davie frowning. The queen didn't fault Davie for his dislike of Chancy's mother in law, seeing that this is the first time he has met her, and she's birthing his child. However, there is a time and a place, and Davie shouldn't make the atmosphere uncomfortable. Arthur took a seat on the chair, listening to the pained screams of his best friend.


3 hours later...

Arthur peered over Iridessa's head as tufts of dark hair peered out of Chancy's opening. "It's the head! Davie, get some warm water, Arthur, fetch the towels!" The mother ordered, the two flinching and scrambling for the materials. "Chancy keep pushing!" She ordered, the frenchman whimpering in pain. The last few hours were gruesome, so much so that Arthur took it upon himself to create a very potent balm for his friend. As Davie brought out the warm water, Iridessa moved out of the way. "Take it from here." She told Davie, the woman rushing to her son's side. "Why aren't you pushing?!" Arthur finally got a good look at Chancy. His skin was pale, his eyes were slit pupiled, bloodshot and hooded. His cat ears were showing, and they were flattened against his head. He was slipping into unconsciousness. The witch stroked his face, tapping against it softly, dragging his attention. "Only a few more minutes, okay?"

Chancy began to push again, screaming himself raw. He began to cry again, and his mother forced a bottle of water into his mouth. Arthur walked over to Davie in time to see Chancy tear, the child's head emerging completely. Arthur took a step back and counted to ten, understanding why Chancy was screaming especially loud now. "Chancy, keep pushing." Davie said softly, his mate writhing.

"It hurts so much~" he croaked, pushing once more. "Why did I agree to this? I think I'm gonna die!" Davie hushed him softly.

"No time to think about that, just push, you're almost there!" Arthur looked over Davie once more, the child's shoulders free. "A few more big ones Chancy and it'll be over." Chancy pushed again and again and again until he stopped.

"I can't do it!" He sobbed Davie hushing him again.

"The baby's at his legs. Two more sweetie, two more." He encouraged, Iridessa nodding her head. Chancy growled and pushed one last time, Davie gasping as he grabbed onto the baby and pulled his little feet out. "He's out!" Arthur dipped the towels in the water and handed it to davie, who wiped the blood and fluid off of it. Iridessa took a towel and wiped Chancy's tears and sweat.


4 hours later...

Alfred was currently holding onto his new niece, making kissy faces at her. Chancy was sleeping soundly as Davie sewed him shut. He had to wait for the placenta to be released before he could do so. Iridessa had left some time ago, and Julius was sitting on the bed next to an unconscious Chancy, reading a book. Arthur was holding onto Geoffrey, but the brit was mesmerised over how beautiful the little baby was. She had dark hair and ice blue eyes. She was still very swollen, but Arthur could tell she was on the chubbier side. "So cute." Alfred whispered, the queen nodding in agreeance.

Davie walked around the room, placing things in order, replacing the sheets, which was difficult with a sleeping Chancy, and redressing his mate in clean nightwear. He plopped down next to Julius and sighed, exhausted. Julius leaned in closer to Davie in order to use him as a prop to lean on, the 2nd in command not minding in the least. Alfred stroked the child's hair. "Do you have a name for her yet?" Davie nodded.

"Her name's Anya." Alfred smiled at the tiny human.

"Hi Anya." He said in a squeaky voice. "I'm going to spoil you so much." Davie chuckled, Julius telling him to stay still.

"She's very pale." Arthur noted, Davie nodding.

"Probably takes after Chancy." Alfred nodded.

"How's he holding up?" Davie nodded.

"He's doing well. He just lost a lot of blood." He explained, Alfred nodding. "His mother convinced him to do it the hard way."

~~~Wounded Knight~~~

Chancy was currently breastfeeding Anya, staring off into space. Davie was resting his head on his mate's lap, drifting off to sleep. More friends had arrived, bearing gifts. However, the new parents seemed a little out of it. Once the child was full, Chancy passed her around to his friends. Even the queen mother was there. When she got hold of the child, she bombarded her with compliments. "She's going to be gorgeous." She walked with the child round the room tenderly, genuinely excited for the new parents. "It's going to be a hassle driving the boys away." Davie chuckled from his spot, Chancy running his hand through his hair.

Arthur made his way to Chancy, who smiled at him weakly. "Are you guys sure you don't want to be alone? You two look exhausted." The frenchman shook his head.

"We're fine." He sighed. "I'm just glad it's over." Arthur perched himself beside him and began to small talk with Chancy. He could hear soft snores from Davie, the alpha probably giving up and succumbing to slumber. "My mother was right." Chancy muttered. "Usually it takes 3 to 4 days for a mother feel the bond with their child, but I can feel it already." Chancy smiled as he looked at his daughter from across the room, who was once again in Alfred's arms. The king was showing her off to Marshal, Tommie and Clark, as if it were his child. "He's really taken to her." The ice blond chuckled, Arthur nodding.

"He's really excited for a baby." Arthur looked down at his huge stomach. "I don't know how you did it." Chancy shrugged.

"I don't know either." The two laughed, Julia walking over with Geoffrey, who was getting cranky. The frenchman grabbed the child and began to play with him. "What's wrong?" He asked in French, the 1 year old mumbling incoherently. "Don't feel jealous, baby. You have a little sister." Geoffrey began to giggle, breaking free from his mother and landing on his father's head. Davie groaned, but he didn't move, waiting for his mate to remove the child. However, Chancy left him there, forcing the alpha to live with the added weight.


3 days later...

Arthur and Alfred sat silently in their rooms, reading through some baby name books. They had a few requirements, but they were both willing to compromise.

"If it's a boy, can his name be George?" Alfred asked, but the look on his face seemed reluctant.

"You want to name our child after your father?" Arthur asked back. "I thought you hated him."

"I do hate him. But that's my grandfather's name from my mother's side, and he was the best." He explained. Arthur looked down at the book in his hand.

"We can keep that in mind. There are still over a thousand names we can choose." Arthur handed Alfred his book, and the king nodded, smiling. He scrolled through the book.

"Alexander?" He asked.

"Nah. Too simple."

"Alan?" The two looked at each other before snickering.

"Henry?" Arthur suggested.

"No. I know a Henry, and I hate him." Alfred groaned. "Samuel?"

"I had a pig named Samuel." Arthur chuckled, the king sighing.

"Julius?"

"We already have a son named Julius." Arthur snapped, before realizing the king was actually talking to Julius, who had snuck into their room. "Hey sweetie." Arthur greeted the child. Julius was in his pink frilly nightwear, which was actually a nightgown. His blond hair was tied in a bun and his soft blue eyes was scanning his surroundings. "Julius?" The child approached the bed on Alfred's side, climbing in and settling himself in between them. "Julius?" Arthur asked again, the child remaining silent. Smudge, who was lying dormant underneath the bed, began to growl, crawl out of his preferred spot and standing protectively beside Arthur. The brit was all sorts of confused. "Julius?"

"What?" answered a deep voice, Arthur flopping around in shock. Julius sat up, glancing at his mother. "What?" He repeated himself, but his voice was back to normal. Alfred didn't look phased, instead he was still reading through names. The dog had stopped growling too, and returned underneath the bed. Had he just imagined that? Arthur placed a hand on the child's forehead.

"Are you feeling okay?" Julius smiled as he nodded, giving his mother a hug. Arthur tensed a bit, but he relaxed soon after. "Do you want to help us pick a name?" Julius shrugged, taking the book from Alfred's hands. The king huffed, but looked on with his son.

"What about Barry? Like a bear." Julius suggested, and Alfred shook his head. "Then what about Demetry?" Arthur shook his head. "Dominic?" Alfred shrugged. "Darius? Cyrus?" He began to sound more stressed. "Maria? Daphne?"

"We're looking for boy names, right now." Alfred informed, stroking Julius's hair, calming him down.

"Julius?" he suggested, Arthur pursing his lips.

"We already have a son named Julius." The child frowned.

"Adonis?" He groaned, Alfred biting his lips.

"I like that name.' The king admitted. Arthur shrugged.

"I kinda liked Cyrus more."

"Elijah?" Julius continued. "Micah? Peter?" Arthur stopped, eyes widening. Peter? He looked over to Alfred, who was still looking down at the book. He liked the name Peter, and would have been nice to remember his younger brother through his son. "Marcus? Anthony? Octavian? Gabriel? Issa? Idris?" Julius suggested more, the name Idris catching Alfred's attention. "Aaron, Aidan, Eden, Otis, Ethan, Judas, Atticus, Titus?"

"I like Adonis, Idris, Otis, Titus and Micah." The king admitted. Arthur shrugged.

"I like Cyrus, Peter, Eden and Atticus." He placed his hand on his stomach. "I guess it depends on what he looks like, or she looks like..." he suddenly had an Idea. "If it's a boy, you name him." He declared. "If it's a girl, I name her." Alfred shrugged.

"Only if we both have a say in it." He added, the brit nodding. "Out of the 5 names I said, which do you like the most?" The king asked, the queen yawning.

"I dunno." He admitted. "They're all good."

"Arthur..."

"We have a month to choose." The brit assured. "We have time to pick."


2 weeks later...

Arthur was brushing his shaggy hair, swearing as his comb snapped. He had neglected his hair for a very long time, and now it was not complying with anything. Perhaps he should straighten it? He sucked his teeth. That would be a lot of work. He would cut it, but he actually wanted to grow his hair out a bit longer. He groaned, using his fingers to separate his hair. Alfred was taking a power nap on the couch, spending his rare break wisely with some rest. He was usually given an hour break once a week, which he would spend sleeping. Arthur was glad he was taking care of his health, not like before, when he would go days without sleep to keep up with work. The brit used to have to beg him to rest and take a rest. The omega smiled. At the fortress, he remembered. Where some of his finest memories were made, and some of the worst.

The brit shook his head, he didn't want to go down a trip on memory lane. It was over a year ago. It was now January 21st of the new year, and their child is to be expected soon. Alfred's eyes have gotten much better, and Julius has fixed his behavior in Bible study. Life was working itself out. Fulgur still sent him gifts,yet the two haven't met in person, which the brit found weird. Perhaps he'll visit when he isn't busy. The queen-mother had apologized to Arthur a couple of weeks ago, but the two were still not on very good terms, Arthur generally avoiding her advances at small talk. Sometimes he felt bad, but then he had remembered her letters and her overall treatment towards him, and he no longer felt guilty. Alfred would of course ask him to treat Martha better, but the omega would shrug him off.

"Sweetie, are you awake?" The brit called, the king humming. The brit suddenly felt his presence spike, the king was waking up. "You still have 15 minutes to relax." Arthur informed, the king stretching and sitting up, yawning.

"Then why did you wake me up?" He mumbled, standing up. Arthur shrugged, turning to face his husband. "Woah, your hair."

"Yeah, I know." He pouted. "Can you do it for me? One of those Frenchie Braids." Alfred shrugged. He walked over, running his through Arthur's hair.

"Jeez." He mumbled, Arthur sitting patiently. "You can try brushing it." Alfred criticized, Arthur holding up the broken comb. "Oh."

"I've been lazy." he admitted. "But, I want to at least look presentable in front of my child." Alfred began to finger detangle his hair. "I was thinking, that maybe I'll do a natural birth. Like Chancy." The king hesitated. "I know it's dangerous, but I want the bond as soon as possible." He explained. "Have you seen Chancy lately? He and Anya are inseparable, and he hardly leaves the room now. I visited them yesterday, and I've never seen Chancy and Davie so happy."

"But," Alfred started. "We can still be that happy if you go under the knife. You don't need to go through unnecessary pain to get the bond." He reasoned. Arthur hummed.

"I think it'll make him, or her, more precious." Arthur argued back. The King sighed.

"It's up to you, really." He muttered, patting the brit on the back. Arthur looked in the mirror to see a smooth french braid. He smiled, blowing Alfred a kiss through the mirror. "Have you thought about any girl names?" The queen shook his head. "Well, get on that."

Smudge began to bark suddenly, the pair turning around. The white dog was approaching the front door as it opened, little Julius walking in. Arthur whistled at Smudge to stop. Julius patted the dog, who licked his hand, confusing the brit. "Hey sweetie." The queen gave him a kiss on the cheek when he got close enough. "How was class?" Julius smiled as he told them about his day, explaining how he was the only one who had read ahead, and that the clergymen praised him. Arthur was extremely proud of him, the toddler coming a long way. Alfred patted his head.

"You have a lunch date with grandma, so get ready." He reminded the child, Julius nodding. Arthur didn't know how he felt at Martha being in Julius's life. She's just as much his grandmother as Arthur being his mother, so he couldn't speak out against it. The king was adamant about it anyway, the queen would have been ignored. Martha has been treating Julius rather well, and Julius genuinely enjoys lunch times with his grandmother. The toddler left the room to go get ready, the king checking the grandfather clock. "My break is over." He bent down and kissed Arthur on the lips. "Be back by dinner."

"Bye"


1 week later...

"Owww~" Arthur was in incredible pain, sweat plastered his hair to his face. "Alfie~~" he groaned, the king placing a cool towel on his head.

"I know it hurts, but these are just contractions." Alfred rubbed the brit's swollen hips. "They'll go away." Arthur huffed, the king leaving butterfly kisses on his stomach. Arthur smiled at the gesture, running his hands in his husband's hair. Alfred continued to kiss his stomach as Arthur tried to ignore the pulsing pain.

"The baby's going to come anytime soon, you know." Arthur sighed. "I can't wait to meet them." Arthur's stomach was quite large, a little larger than Chancy's while he was pregnant. "They're going to be big and strong. Just like their father." Alfred hummed.

"I'm gonna get the bath ready." He declared standing up. "I'll be back to take you there." He scurried to the bathroom, Arthur pouting being left alone. He felt hot all over, yet it was freezing in the dead of winter. He crossed his legs, suddenly feeling moist.

He sat up, annoyed. Undressing himself, he struggled to shake off the heat that was enveloping him. He was now completely naked sitting on the bed, yet he still felt sticky and sweaty. He stood up, taking a few steps before he felt something trickle down his thigh. He glanced down, but he wasn't able to see past his belly. "Alfred?" He called. He wasn't pissing himself, so the only explanation must be...

"Yes?" The king called back. He emerged topless, smiling suddenly at Arthur's naked figure. The brit scowled.

"I'm leaking." He said bluntly, the king frowning.

"Excuse me?"

"I think my water broke." Alfred's eyes widened impossibly, taking a few steps back in fear, before rushing over to him.

"Holy shit, are you sure?" He whispered, throwing a maternity dress over Arthur's head. The brt shrugged. The alpha groaned. 'I'll call the nurses, and Davie, just sit here." He lead Arthur to the bed and laid him down. "I'll be right back." He rushed out of the room, the brit enjoying the panic in his husband's eyes. After a few minutes of silence, Arthur slowly began to feel more fluids escape his anus. Geez. He water really did break. He was going into labor.

"Holy Shit."