An hour and fifteen minutes later, a man with the same hair cut as Lili came running into the room. "How is she? Am I too late? I would have been here earlier, but they found my gun at the door and had to search me, the idiots."
Letting out a sigh, Alfred ran his hand through his hair with an awkward laugh. "H-Hey Vash... Long time no see..." Making sure he was behind her on the other side of the room, he added. "She's been sleeping for the last hour, but she's getting closer to birth."
Grasping at his hip where his hand gun used to be, the Swiss man looked at him. "Fine. I can take it from here." He didn't want these bastards in the room when she gave birth, especially not Alfred. He didn't particularly have any bias about the one with the dread locks, but he was with Alfred so he would regret it if he came too close.
"I can't go now!" America exclaimed, trying to keep his voice down for Lili. "Not when she's so close!" Plus the fact that he would be taking care of the child from after the birth, but he didn't want to say anything in case she hadn't mentioned it to her gun-crazy 'neutral' brother.
Snorting angrily, Vash sat down. Of course, he couldn't force him out, since he was actually the father... "Fine, you can stay. But you," He looked to Ismael now, and gestured towards the door. "You can wait until the baby is born."
Nodding, Ismael didn't feel like explaining that he had planned to wait out there when she started the delivery. Glancing to Alfred, he gave a small smile. "Come get me when the baby is here. I'll be in the waiting room."
Holding back his irrational fear of the other blond, he nodded. "Don't go too far cause I'm not going to go looking for you." Which was the truth, since he would want to hold his son -or daughter- as soon as he was born.
Before he closed the door, Ismael sent one last look Al's way, that clearly said 'Good luck'. Even though Vash was much smaller than he had imagined, he was sure scary, even when he wasn't carrying a gun. Deciding he didn't want to wait for hours in a stiff plastic chair, he headed to the cafeteria.
It wasn't long until Lili woke up gasping in pain once again, having the two men urge a doctor to come in and look at her. Judging her ready for childbirth, they quickly set up and sacrificed their hands for the soon to be mother.
"It's ok Lili, just keep pushing and don't forget to breath!" Alfred encouraged, unable to look away as the doctor cradled the head of their child in his hands. A minute later and the shoulders were free, letting the baby slide out of her womb.
After that, Alfred's mind went on auto pilot as their child was wrapped up and such before being placed in it's mother's arms. Unable to wait, he went outside and smiled widely at Ismael. "We have a son."
Eyes going wide, the Cuban stood up and grinned. "Really? Everything went alright?" He waited for the nod and then stepped forward. "Can... Can I see him?" God, the baby was here, and Lili's maternal instincts had been right about the gender!
Going back into the room quietly, Alfred watched in awe as Lili smiled tiredly down at their newborn boy. Gazing between Vash, Ismael and back to her, he asked quietly. "So... What's his name?"
*5 years later*
Pulling on a shirt, Ismael sighed. He really hated work, but he needed to do it. With three people in the house, they ate a lot of food and for a while now he had been in charge of that, since Alfred was horrible at cooking. The door opened and three foot tall blond boy came running in and attached himself to his leg. "Hey, shouldn't you be brushing your teeth, little man?"
Shaking his head, he looked up at Ismael. "Nuh uh! Dad said that if I could find you first I didn't have to!"
Hearing his son, Alfred just laughed. "I said you didn't need to brush your teeth right away if you caught him first, not never."
Rolling his eyes, Ismael picked up the kid. "I don't see what finding me has to do with brushing your teeth. I guess we will just have to brush them together, so your father's bad ideas can't do anything to your teeth, right?"
"I don't want to Papa!" The small boy whined, hiding in Ismael's dreadlocks that were hanging around his face. "I don't wanna go to school..."
"Aw, now don't be like that. I know it's your first day, but you'll make friends. Even someone as annoying as your father made friends in school." Hopefully Alfred was getting the boy's lunch ready, because he wouldn't have time.
Going quiet, the five year old pouted. "No one liked me in preschool..."
Returning to the duo, Alfred watched as 'their' son brushed his teeth before handing him his lunch. "I think everyone will love you, after all, we do!" He comforted his child, rubbing his hair fondly.
Nodding, Ismael grabbed his own tooth brush. When they were finished, they both spit out into the sink and smiled. "Alright, breakfast is eaten, clothes are put on, and teeth are brushed. Kiss Daddy goodbye and we'll get going." Luckily he worked close to the school, so it was easy to drive him there.
Smiling as his son giggled at the small peck on the lips, Alfred ruffled his soft blond hair once more before kissing him on the forehead. "You'll have so much fun in kindergarten! Don't forget that Daddy loves you!" Waving as they got into the car, he called out. "Bye bye Matthew!"
Well, that's the end! We figured that it was a really good way to end it, because yeah lol. Review and tell us what you all thought about the story!
