Almost nine months had gone by and Francis was quite huge. Everything seemed to be going well but both he and Arthur were worried about how their little bundle of joy would be delivered. There was every indication that the baby would be absolutely fine, as Francis' body seemed a bit more adapted to carrying a child. Having the miracle chemical every day kept him in good condition and the baby too.

One evening they lay in bed, the rain falling in buckets outside, and pitter pattering off the window, Francis was laying on his side as he felt a little uncomfortable. Arthur was spooning him, with his arms wrapped around Francis' waist. He'd taken to wearing a knee length night gown for comfort and it did help. Arthur smiled as he felt the baby wriggling in Francis' temporaily changed body and kissed his soft hair.

"How are you feeling love?" He whispered softly. Since he'd found out that Francis was having his baby, he had treated him like a precious jewel, and did everything for him. He would have done it anyway, whether he was carrying their child or not, because he loved him. Thanks to that miracle chemical they would be natural parents, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

"I just feel a little uncomfortable…" sighed Francis. "Who would have thought carrying a baby could be so difficult?"

"You are doing a whole lot better than I did…"

"Oh… Oh… Je suis Desole… Mon Cher…" Francis said as he turned to him. "I… I just forgot…"

"Don't worry about it." Arthur replied. "You didn't say anything out of turn… and …Francis?" he continued. "You're beautiful…"

"Je t'aime…" whispered Francis.

He placed his hand on Francis' swollen belly. "I still can't believe my miracle chemical worked… its amazing."

As they lay there Francis felt very strange, as his muscles tensed around his abdomen and his back. It was enough to take his breath away for a moment. "Uhh…" he gasped. "This little bundle of ours is… a handful…" he said. " I need to use the er…"

"Okay…" Arthur said with a wink. "Take your time."

Francis felt really uncomfortable by now, he put on his slippers and went to the bathroom, and whilst in there decided to brush his teeth and have a drink of water. As he was drinking it, his entire body tensed up and his muscles contracted like nothing in the world he'd ever felt. This was a man who had been through wars and battles and all manner of pain in the world, but none of it compared to what he was feeling in that moment. He couldn't even breathe, it was so bad. Gripping the sink, he held on as all this water rushed out from him… and it was mixed with blood. When he finally got his breath he screamed out hard, holding his stomach, he sank to the ground screaming and crying like nothing on Earth. "Arthur!" He cried "H…help m.. me!"

Arthur sat upright in bed when he heard him scream. "FRANCIS!" he cried in a panic, and shot out of bed. He tried to get into the bathroom but the door was locked, and all he could hear was horrific screaming on the other side.

"Francis, what is it? " he yelled frantically as he pushed himself against the door, trying to break it down. He took a run at it and tried again, and again.

"The baby's coming!" he screamed "The baby!"

Arthur was horrified, it wasn't due for another couple of weeks, and he remembered what happened to the mouse who had conceived. It died and its babies died because it couldn't give birth.

By some feat of superhuman strength Arthur crashed through the door and beheld Francis on the floor, kneeling there in emmense pain, clutching at his stomach, crying his eyes out and screaming horribly. It was the worst pain he'd ever suffered in his life.

"Arthur!" cried Francis "I'm going to die!" he wept "I've never felt anything so p…painful…AAAARGH!" he cried again.

"Jesus Christ!" Arthur cried. "Come on love… you can't stay here… we have to get you to the hospital!"

"I'll never make it!" squeaked Francis as another contraction took hold and he felt the urge to push. "The baby is coming…"

"B..but..how?" panicked Arthur. He didn't know what to do. "Lie on your back love if you can.." he gulped. "I have to see how this is going to work…"

After some time Francis was able to lay down on his back and Arthur took his pants off. Francis was male, there was no way this child could be born except… except there was something, Behind his male area a small opening had torn itself and it was expanding, and there was what looked like the baby's head crowning. It was definitely too late to get to the hospital, and Francis didn't have any pain relief or anything. He was going to give birth right there in the bathroom.

"Oh my God… oh my God!" Arthur gasped "I need to call an ambulance…"

"No, don't you dare leave me here alone!" screamed Francis "Ne me laisse pas poutain!" he cried, and screamed out as another contraction filled his entire body with pain. He gripped Arthurs hand so tight, squeezing hard.

"Oh ffffuck…" he hissed, feeling Francis squeeze his hand, and drawing blood as he dug his nails into his palm.

"Je bession de poussier!" wailed the Frenchman feeling the urge to push mixed with this terrible awful unforgiving pain that would not go away.

Prising his hand away from Francis' almost iron grip, Arthur got some towels and filled up the sink with water. He also got the first aid kit and bandaged his hand which was bleeding from where Francis had squeezed so hard. He was now lying on the floor, knees hoisted up, breathing little breaths and pushing hard.

Feeling brave, Arthur knelt in front of him with the towels on the floor. "Okay… here goes… one two three.. PUSH!" he said trying his best to help Francis. "Breathe… that's it …. Breathe… and PUSH… come on you can do this."

"I c…can't!" he wailed, the tears flowing down his face, "It will kill me….Arthur!"

"Come on Francis… just breathe… "

His whole body tensed up again, this time it was even worse than ever before, and with one huge push, the baby's head came out. Arthur could see that the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby's neck, and he knew he had to fix that.

"Hold on darling… don't push…"

"I … I must…" gasped Francis "I MUST!"

"No.. I have to free the umbilical cord from the baby's neck… try your best darling…" Arthur said trying to be reassuring as he did his best to untangle the cord. It took some time and Francis really couldn't hold on anymore.

"ARTHUR!" he cried as his body uncontrollably began to push, and luckily just in time, Arthur managed to untangle the cord.

Then their baby was born, the child slipped out on to the floor in front of Arthur, and he held the tiny bundle in his arms, shaking. The child was not crying at first or making any sort of movement, but as Arthur held it, the child suddenly started to wriggle, and then they heard the sound of tiny cries.

"Oh Francis…" Arthur said as he held their baby, the tears flowing down his face. He was covered in blood and shaking but he didn't care.

"What…what is it?" gasped a very tired and sweaty Francis as he lay there gasping for breath.

"It's a little baby Francis…" wept Arthur. He'd never been so happy in his whole life.

"No.. what is it?"

Arthur placed the little child into Francis' arms. "It…it's a little girl…" he said through tears as he cut the umbilical cord and tied it. "Oh my God…"

"Ohhh… she's so beautiful…" Francis uttered. The baby gurgled and stared up at her parents with big baby blue eyes. She had just a little blonde hair on her perfect little head.

"She's perfect…" Arthur sobbed. "Look at all her little fingers and all her little toes… and her tiny face… she's p..perfect…"

"I know what I want to name her…"

"Hmm?" Arthur asked, still gazing lovingly at their new daughter.

"Brittany…" he said. "I want to call her Brittany."

"Brittany… Kirkland Bonnefoy…" Arthur said as he stroked her tiny head. "Welcome to the world…"

He cried so deeply and kissed Francis, holding him to his chest, with their little girl. "Well done sweetheart that must have been really hard for you… well done.."