"PUSH!"

"I fucking AM!"

"OWW~" Alfred hissed, jerking his hand away from Arthur in pain. They were currently 5 hours into labor, and the baby wasn't even in sight yet. Davie was delivering his child the natural way, the midwives surrounding Arthur keeping him hydrated. The birth was taking place in Davie's private office, the same place Chancy was giving birth. However, with all of these people around, it felt far more cluttered, and stressful. Arthur stopped pushing, beginning to regret his decision to give birth like this. "Arthur, please keep pushing." Alfred begged, the brit growling.

"But it hurts~~" He whimpered, Alfred stroking his cheek.

"I know sweetie, but we need to get out child out of there." The queen nodded, throwing his head back as he pushed. After what seemed like forever, Davie announced that the head was peeking through. "You're doing great honey." Alfred held his hand once more, Arthur sobbing out in pain.

"AUGGHHH!" Arthur pushed again, a little more of the child's head being exposed. After an additional 30 minutes, the baby's upper body was exposed, only the legs left. The brit could feel himself giving up, but the king tapped his face.

"Just another two pushes." Davie said, the nurses rushing to get the water ready. Arthur swore as he pushed one last time, the child finally being freed. "It's a boy." Davie said quickly. "But I think another one's coming."

"What?!" the new parents yelled, the 2nd in command shrugging.

"I see the head. Push, you aren't done yet." Arthur groaned, just his luck to have more than one child. He began to push, feeling himself slipping into unconsciousness.

"I can't do it..." He groaned, Alfred shaking him slightly.

"Yes you can. Just push!"

"I'm Fucking pushing!" The brit snapped.

~~~~~Wounded Knight~~~~~

Arthur gazed down at the tan features of his two children, smiling lazily at the warm presence at the back of his head. They're his. The boy on his right is the oldest, the little girl on his left is 20 minutes younger. The children were now a few hours old, the queen being moved out of Davie's office into the nursery. Chancy sat beside Arthur with his baby girl Anya, the two whispering to each other in French.

"Do you have a name for them?" Chancy asked, the Brit nodding.

"Alfred named him Micah." The infant had light hair and blue eyes. He was currently wrapped in a light grey blanket to keep him warm. He was quite calm, and the moment Alfred held him in his hand, he blurted out the name 'Micah.' "I named the girl Desdemona, after some Shakespeare character. She's the sweetest and most tender woman of all his plays." Des had light hair as well, and Arthur couldn't tell what eye color she had, seeing that she was taking so many naps. Alfred was currently out informing his advisors that the babies were born, healthy. He should be back any minute.

Julius sat at the foot of the bed, reading a book, like always. Arthur nudged him with him foot. "Yes?" He asked, the brit sighing.

"You haven't even looked at your siblings." Julius set down his book, and crawled over to his mother. His face hovered over his younger sister's face first, and then over his brother's.

"His name's Mickey?" He sounded confused.

"No, it's Micah." Julius nodding, gently stroking their hair. "What do you think?"

"They're cute." He said flatly. "But they seem weak." He mumbled. The Frenchman chuckled.

"Because they're babies." He explained. Julius nodded.

"I know, but you can't do anything with them." He complained, the two omegas laughing wildly. There was a knock on the door, Julius standing up and getting it, revealing a swarm of nobles and advisors. Julia screeched, the girls rushing over to the babies. Micah was obviously startled by the way he was so easily given to his aunts, his eyes widening as Julia held him. The sleeping girl was handed off to Isabelle, who was bouncing up and down in excitement.

"They're sooo cutee~!" Mary squealed, again earning her a hard look from Micah. They all passed around the children, Marshal finally getting hold of the boy, smothering him with kisses. Alfred was preoccupied with Desdemona, kissing her senseless to get her to react. None of the children were very expressive, but they were just born, and probably have no idea what's going on. The king however, was glowing, as if holding his daughter was all he needed in life. Eventually Davie took Des from Alfred, wanting some time with his niece. Alfred then confiscated Micah from Marshal, only to have him taken by Tommie. Arthur watched everything happen with a soft smile, the door opening slowly to reveal Arnold and the queen, bearing large boxes of gifts and supplies. Arnold put down the stuff and rushed over to Arthur, kissing him on the forehead. Martha gave Alfred a kiss before taking Des from Davie, gasping.

"She's magnificent!" Arthur chuckled. Arnold took Micah from Tommie, raising the child up to the ceiling.

"So is he!" He brought the baby to his chest. "What is his name?"

"Micah."

"And hers?"

"Desdemona."

"Exquisite." Martha walked around in a circle. "She'll make the perfect princess."


3 weeks later...

Arthur shook Alfred awake, who groaned desperately. "It's your turn, Alfie!" Arthur snapped, the king cursing.

"But there's two of them!" He snapped back, crawling out of bed. Arthur cursed too, crawling out as well. The cradles were moved to their room because they figured it would be easier to take care of them from here. The babies woke up every few hours or so, and they have been since they were born. Arthur loved them dearly, but god did he wish they would shut up. He picked up and rocked Micah, Alfred grabbing Des. After a few minutes of rocking, Arthur changed their diapers and put them back to sleep. Simple, right?

Alfred passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow, Arthur gazed off into the direction of the cradle. He loved them so much it hurt. Desdemona's green eyes would always sparkle as she smiled, which was often. Micah seemed to only have one expression, mild annoyment, like Julius. He could already tell that the two were going to get along quite well. Arthur could firmly state that he didn't have a favorite, but for the last few days, it hurt the queen to realize that his king might already have one. Despite his initial astonishment with Desdemona, who Alfred now calls Dezzy, he has been shifting almost all of his attention to Micah, which isn't really a lot, seeing that he works most hours. But it still bothers the brit that Alfred couldn't even wait until the babies were kids before embarking on his quest to hone a king.

The brit groaned, it was the wrong place and time to think about this, it was the middle of the night and he would be needing this precious sleep. He and Chancy would be having a play date, where the babies could drool on each other, and the adults could gossip. Julius would have Bible study, and their mates would be busy working, so it would just be the two of them. The new mothers had a lot to catch up on, they haven't really seen each other in a while. Arthur turned from the cradle and shut his eyes, pushing himself flush against his husband. Alfred unconsciously wrapped a protective arm over him, the brit using that as an anchor for his relaxation, scenting him. The king shifted a little bit, but not far enough for the brit not to bury his nose in the other's glands.

~~~~Wounded Knight~~~~

Arthur dressed Micah up as Alfred gave Des a bath. It was a little chilly outside, the end of February not being the best time for a picnic outdoors. They were going to Chancy's room, where they could both relax, watch the babies, and generally have a good time. Arthur had just received a letter from King Francis and Queen Matthew congratulating the both of them on the births, and had informed the brit that they were also expecting a child. The brit was planning on sharing the news with Chancy today. Arthur dressed his son up in a warm purple onesie, it was sent as a gift from Fulgur, who the brit has yet to meet in person. He too has sent him a letter congratulating him on the birth of his children. He set aside a matching red onesie for Des, once Alfred was finished with her.

Arthur began to dress himself up, wearing casual pants and one of Alfred's blouses. The king came out, rubbing a towel through Des's hair, walking over to the bed. He put a diaper on her and dressed her up in the onesie, before walking over to Arthur's dresser. He returned to his daughter with a jar of gel, which he opened and took a little scoop of the waxy substance, smoothing her fine hair back. He did the same to Micah, who shot Alfred a look of disapproval. "Sorry, Mickey." Alfred chuckled, scooping the baby up. Micah has been nicknamed Mickey by Julius, Alfred going with the flow. Arthur didn't call the kids by nicknames, he actually wanted them to know their real names as they grew up. Arthur knew that Thomas thought his name was Tommie until his was 13. The brit shook his head to himself, names were a powerful thing, and his kids were going to know theirs.

Arthur scooped Desdemona up, along with their diaper bag. The young parents left their room and made their way to Davie's. When they got there, Alfred knocked, the door slowly pushing open. Arthur frowned, was everything okay? Alfred could sense his worry, so he passed Micah to the brit before entering the room. The brit backed away from the door, flinching when he heard something clatter. "Arthur, come in, it's okay." It was Alfred. The brit sighed in relief, walking into the room. The first thing he noticed was Chancy, who was breastfeeding Anya. Geoffrey was sitting beside him, gnawing on his father's shoulder. Davie, however, wasn't moving, not even one bit. Arthur could tell Alfred looked scared, but Chancy's face was one again emotionless,

"Is he okay?" Arthur asked, the Frenchman nodding.

"He got hurt last night, he wouldn't tell me how. I just put him in a healing coma, he'll be up any minute now." He sounded a bit robotic, a bit angry. Arthur made his way to Chancy, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, it's just that he's..." He sighed. "I don't know. This keeps on happening, and I don't know why." His voice cracked, the blonde instinctively clearing it and shaking the emotions off. Arthur took a seat beside him as Alfred paced the room. Chancy eyed him briefly. "Do you know what happened to him?" He asked the king, Alfred shrugging.

"I have a few guesses, but they're all unlikely. We should just wait to ask him." He responded calmly. The trio waited for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was only half an hour before the 2nd in command groaned, waking up slowly. He released a big yawn, gently patting Geoffrey's head as a way to stop his chewing. Geoffrey giggled, the 2nd in command slowly sitting up, rubbing at his eyes. He opened his indigo eyes slowly, eyes widening when he noticed Alfred and Arthur in the room.

"Oh... hey?" He looked confused, pulling the blanket up to cover his shirtless body. It was only then did Arthur notice the bruises on his chest. The king groaned.

"Don't tell me-"

"It wasn't your fault." Davie blurted, the king narrowing his eyes at him.

"I told you not to follow me. Did you listen?" Alfred sounded annoyed, rather than angry, which made the 2nd in command a little more compelled to answer truthfully.

"I wasn't following you, but I did go in your general direction." Alfred opened his mouth, but the brunette stopped him. "You were heading towards the castle, was I supposed to sleep outside?" The two stared each other down as the two omegas looked on in confusion.

"What's going on?" Arthur asked softly, the king pursing his lips.

"Yea Davie, what's going on?" The brunette shot the king a look of annoyance.

"I was walking through the woods, when Alfred transformed and attacked me." He deadpanned, the king shaking his head.

"That's not how I remember it." He started. "I told you I could feel the shift coming on, and that I had to get away. You decided-

"You fell to your knees and started puking. I thought you were sick, so I wanted to take you back to my infirmary!." The 2nd command snapped, the king shaking his head wildly.

"I told you then that it was normal, and that I'd be fine. You decided that it wasn't." The king scolded.

"I've seen you transform before, you've never... reacted like that! And I did let you go off alone, you just decided to lurk by the entrance of the building. I was on my way home when you just jumped from a tree-"

"A tree?"

"I dunno, from above?! You landed on my back!" He was exasperated. "And this keeps happening, are you trying to eat me or something?"

"Excuse me?" Alfred sounded amused, but Davie nodded his head.

"This isn't the first time you've pounced on me out of nowhere. It's like your doggy form can't stand me." He looked disgruntled, and Arthur genuinely had no idea how to act. Of course he was upset with Alfred for changing outside of the hidden room, but he was also mad at Davie for putting himself in that situation.

"Chancy just gave birth." The brit started. "And instead of being by his side, you decide to hang out with your friend who could transform into a dangerous beast at a moment's notice, at night?" Arthur's question was hostile in nature, Davie smiling uncomfortably at the criticism.

"The accident happened around midnight. I was at home prior for a couple of hours, I had only left for about thirty minutes." He answered, the Frenchman nodding in corroboration. "And as for why I was with Alfred, we ran into each other, and we decided to walk together. Neither of us knew he was going to transform. If I did, I would have stayed home with my mate, who, as you expertly noted, just gave birth." He sounded a little condescending, but Arthur knew he just felt cornered.

"How often has this been happening?" Arthur asked Chancy, the Frenchman shrugging.

"Twice a month. Maybe three times. For the last 4 months." He spoke flatly, turning to his mate. His lips began to tremble as his eyes watered. "Y-you told me you were just going to get some water." His stoney resolve crumbled as Anya began to cry. "You can't keep doing this." Arthur glared at his husband.

"You've been attacking him for 4 months?" he asked, the king shrugging.

"Apparently. I don't remember, but if he does, then yeah, I guess I have." He didn't sound remorseful, probably because Davie hasn't been seriously harmed yet. However, the queen needed to bring the alphas back to reality before this got out of hand. He began to pace around the room.

"To think you could kill him and not remember." Arthur started, the others staring at him unblinkingly. "Yeah, he hasn't been seriously hurt, yet, but you certainly have the capacity to kill him. I've seen you hunt in your true form, you could have easily killed him. I mean, with the way this is going, you actually might, hell, you'll probably do it the next time you transform. You'll end up clawing at the wrong artery, and watch as he bleeds out. Of course you won't know that you did it, so you'll always have that excuse to leave you unaccountable-" he stopped when Chancy cleared his throat. The Frenchman looked pained, his cheeks wet with tears, lips trembling as he struggled to silence his crying baby. Alfred stared at his husband in shock, Davie glaring at him weakly. No one spoke, everyone secretly knowing it was true.

As Anya kept crying, Chancy began to cry along with her. It wasn't those sobbing noises they were so used to coming out of Chancy, the one he'd make out of general sadness. No, this cry was strangled, heavy, yet light. It was so quiet that it was hardly audible. Arthur looked at his friend's face and saw no ounce of delicacy, in fact, he looked pissed. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his eyes bore holes into nothing in particular. His jaw was clenched, and the entirety of his face, and even his neck, was red. Yet, without a doubt he was crying. He quickly brought a hand to hide his face in shame, which, the brit could say for certain, he has never done before. Davie reached a hand out to touch his face, but Chancy just handed little Anya to him instead, leaping from the bed and rushing out of the room. Davie stood up to go after him, but Arthur talked him out of it.

"Chancy really needs his space." He reasoned, Davie holding back a snarl.

"You know, you have the tendency to make things worse." He sighed, walking over to the bathroom. Arthur shrugged.

"You should've known better than to be around Alfred at night. You need to wake up, you have more than just yourself to live for." The queen criticized, the 2nd in command laughing hysterically from the bathroom.

"Oh really? I didn't know that." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. "I had no idea I had two children. I had no idea I had a fiance...a fiance that loves me and worries about me. I had no idea that I had a family, to look after, and who loves me. I hadn't the slightest clue." The brit rolled his eyes, a piece of his heart stinging. He didn't mean what he said like that, he knew Davie wasn't an idiot.

"Just don't be so reckless." he said softly. "Both of you." He turned his attention to Alfred. "You can't honestly look me in the eye and tell me you didn't know what you've been doing to Davie." He snapped, the king shrugging.

"I was only informed about doing it once, and that was 3 weeks ago. I had no idea it's been happening for months." Arthur could tell he was telling the truth, but that perhaps made him angrier.

"Why don't you stay in the secret room?" He asked, the king shrugging.

"I don't like the smell." He sighed. the brit scoffing.

"You prefer the smell of torn flesh." Alfred looked at his husband, then down to the baby in the brit's arms, then down to the baby in his own.

"I'm sorry, I'll stay in the secret room, next time." He said robotically, the queen quirking a brow, no argument.

"G-good." he waited on the bed, stroking Geoffrey's hair. The child had fallen back to sleep in the midst of all the commotion. The child's impish nose twitched as he sneezed, waking the baby up. Just then, Chancy slowly walked into the room, no longer red, and no longer crying. He sat back down into his prior position, arms folded, glaring at the doors of the bathroom. After a few minutes of silence, Davie walked out in a white bathrobe, carrying Anya, who sported a green towel around herself. The two made eye contact, Davie opting to break it and dress his child up first. He dried her as best he could, and gave her some fuzzy socks, finishing it off with an orange onesie.

"I don't know what game you're playing." Chancy snapped in French, Davie returning his gaze to him. "But the next time you make me feel like a fool, I'm leaving you without hesitation." Davie opened his mouth to speak, but Chancy cut him off. "And I'll take the kids, and you'll never see any of us again." The 2nd in command sighed, taking a seat next to his mate, cradling their child.

"I didn't-"

"Yes, you did, and I'm sick of it. Since you don't care about your own life, since you want to throw it away by hanging out with monsters, then I won't care the next time you do it. No excuses,-

"Can you-"

"No more excuses." He clenched his fist into a ball. "I left the room because I had to stop myself from kicking your ass." he snapped in english, the king finally understanding something. "There is nothing you can say to change my mind. I mean it, so don't even argue with me." He glared at his alpha in challenge, who, while holding onto their child, had to make a decision: Argue or Accept. The 2nd in command slowly released a deep growl, the brit feeling his own heart seize up. Chancy began to shake in rage, covering his face once again.

"I was going to apologize, but if you really want to go, go." He started, the king standing up, ready to leave. "But I don't care who you are, how dare you threaten to take my kids away?" He growled in French, Chancy scoffing. "You are the most annoying person I know." The American spat in disgust, Chancy rolling his eyes.

"You're the most selfish person I've ever met." He shot back. "It's a wonder why I'd even mated you." He said loudly, and in English. Alfred grabbed Davie on the shoulder and tried to pull him away, but it was too late.

"You know what?" Davie started, Chancy raising his brows. Alfred yelled, trying to get them to stop. "After a year with you, I've been wondering the same thing." Arthur seized up again. Oh god, what was happening? Chancy huffed, sliding off the bed.

"I'll start making preparations then." He willed all of the drawers to blast open at once, all of his clothes suspending in the air. Davie looked unimpressed.

"Preparations for what? For you to live with your mother?" He mocked, the frenchman laughing.

"For France. To get my old job back. To do anything else but be your stupid fucking fiancee." He spat, Davie laughing hysterically.

"Well, make sure to kiss the kids before you leave." Chancy and Arthur stiffened, their omega instinct kicking in. The alpha's tone was threatening, so much so that Alfred himself was beginning to growl, hardly recognizing Davie as not an immediate threat. The clothes fell to the floor, and the draws slammed closed as Chancy shook wildly. It was clear Chancy couldn't leave with his children. Davie took a step closer to him, laughing softly. "Aww, what happened? You ran out of juice?"

"Would you just shut up?" He covered his face again, Davie shaking his head, slowly glancing at the other couple.

"Get out, now."


1 day later...

Arthur narrowed his eyes at the couple, a little confused. The way they were going at it, it sounded like they were going to break up, but here they were now, laughing and genuinely enjoying each other's company. Alfred stared on with him.

"I know, right." he was currently holding onto Des, stroking her face. The other couple was sitting in the library, and the royals were watching them from their private balcony. It appeared to be a family outing; Davie was devoting almost all of his attention to Chancy, who was basking in it. The Frenchman, if anything, was addicted to attention. It wasn't a bad thing in the least, but he was finally seeing where Alfred was coming from. The blond was a little manipulative. How he managed to calm his mate down, Arthur had no idea, but it appears the American was in a much better mood.

"Chancy isn't a bad person." Arthur said, more to himself, than to Alfred.

"I never said he was. He's just problematic." The king mumbled, beforing gently pinching Desdemona's face. "Right Dezzy? Uncle Chancy is problematic." He said in a squeaky voice, the brit chuckling.

"He's sensitive." Arthur retorted.

"He's a brat."

"I mean, imagine yourself in his shoes-" The queen started, the king humming.

"Okay. I'm married to a good man who does everything he should and even more. A man who deals with my antics without so much as breaking a sweat." Arthur shrugged.

"And imagine that man, the love of your life, the father of your newborn child, stumbling into your room torn up. Imagine that happening more than once. I would have already killed you myself." The king shrugged.

"I mean, I guess." he admitted. "But Chancy could find better ways to express himself. I mean, I did." Arthur smiled, nodding. The king has come such a long way, the two hardly ever arguing. The brit genuinely had nothing bad to say about his mate, he has been absolutely splendid, and he was having a great time in the palace with his friends. He glanced down at the happy couple in front of them.

"They're obviously happy together." He noted, the king nodded.

"Davie loves him a lot." Alfred added. "Which is why it annoys me when they fight. You'd think their communication skills would better considering their jobs." Arthur chuckled at that. Davie was 2nd in command of the imperial army, and Chancy was the French ambassador. "But I guess their points get across eventually, otherwise they would have broken up by now." He glanced back down at them. "Anya's cute" he said randomly. "She'll be a real heartbreaker." He was frowning, probably wondering how many times he'll have to fight off unworthy men.

"Des is just as cute." Arthur shot, Alfred smiling.

"Oh yeah, Dezzy is way cuter." He brought Des up to his face. "You are so cute." He said in a squeaky voice. "Please don't make me age faster than necessary." Alfred returned his attention to people watching, quirking a brow when he saw his mother, with Micah in her arms, approaching the young couple. He instantly seized up. "I thought he was spending time with Arnold?" Alfred passed Des to his husband, springing to his feet and going inside. Arthur stood up slowly before moving to follow him. Arthur didn't know why Alfred was suddenly so excited, the queen-mother has taken Micah for a day in the past.

When they got to the courtyard, the king approached the group he was just spying on. "Hello." His mother mumbled absentmindedly. Alfred bowed curtly.

"Weren't you taking Julius to go ice fishing?" His tone was a little hostile, the queen-mother shrugging.

"Yes, but I figured my time would be better spent with my grandson." She sighed, stroking Micah's face. Arthur frowned.

"Where's Julius?" he asked, the queen-mother shrugging.

"I left him with the guards at the front gate."

"WHAT?!" Arthur and Alfred yelled in unison, Chancy glancing at them in mild concern.

"What's wrong?" The Frenchman asked. The queen-mother shrugged.

"You left my son at the front gates? How dare you?" Arthur spat, turning swiftly and rushing inside. He ran rushed to main hall of the palace, ignoring the waves of his staff. He approached the first crowd of guards he found, demanding to know where his son was. They bowed to him before answering, annoying the queen tremendously. "Where's Julius? HAve you seen him?" He asked, one of them nodding.

"Yes, he's in the prayer room." Arthur sighed in relief, thanking them for everything. He walked slowly to the prayer room, which was located at the back of the palace. He slipped in to see Julius kneeling in front of the large cross bolted to the wall. He was reciting some psalms before he noticed his mother's presence.

"Grandma left me for Micah." He deadpanned, Arthur feeling his heart pang. The toddler didn't seem phased by it one bit, not even bothered in the least. But surely that can't be the case. Julius had planned this day himself, wanting to spend quality time with Martha, whom he adored with much of his heart. He had requested it be on his favorite hill, and even arranged the guards and the mode of transportation, Unicorns (They were really just horses Julius tied carrots to). He had spent so much time and detail to planning this trip, only to get left behind.

Before he knew it, he was already kneeling beside his son, kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry. If you want, we can go ice fishing tomorrow." He offered softly, the five year old shrugging.

"I don't wanna Ice fish." He replied. "Maybe just teatime?" He looked up at his mom with tired eyes, an expression Arthur hardly saw on grown men twice his own age. He kissed his son on the cheeks, nodding wildly.

"Of course sweetie."