A/N: I own nothing except Maria. I'd love it if you reviewed!

"Fucking hell Luigi. Get your ass in her now," I shouted as my husband answered his phone. Not even two minutes later, Luigi appeared in the doorway breathing heavily with Pavi on his heels.

"Maria," Luigi got out between breathes. "Contractions getting closer and hurt like a bitch?" I nodded and he kissed my hair. "How far apart now?"

"Ten minutes apart. Fucking hurts."

"Oh-a Maria! The Pavi's niece-a will be here-a soon!" the younger Largo brother sang happily. "I have to get Shilo!" He turned on his heel before running to find the young girl who was working somewhere.

"Baby, I'll call the surGEN and see what he says." I watched as he explained progress in my labor. I couldn't help but giggle as he snapped at him a few times, in signature Luigi style. "Sweetie, It's time to go to the hospital. Let's get this fucking kid out!" Luigi grabbed my arm and helped me get to the hall. I just had to get to the elevator on the other side of this hall and I could be still. God, it was going to suck. We finally made it there and I felt my stomach tighten and a sharp pain in my abdomen. Contractions suck. They suck so fucking bad. The GENtern set me up in my room and the surGEN came in.

"Well it's almost time to push," he said after an examination. "I'll check back in thirty minutes."

"Fuck," I groaned when he left. "I want India out of me."

"I know. It fucking sucks that I can't fix it. She'll be here soon," Luigi answered kissing me.

"It's your fault." "You were more than willing," he smirked. I stuck my tongue out and watched the screen on the other side of the room. The doctor finally came back in and let us know it was time.

"You're doing fine," Luigi encouraged me as I pushed. He had quit caring a when we came in if anyone saw him be a sap. India was going to be born that day and it was a good excuse for him to be sweet.

"Fuck you. I fucking hate this. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck," I cried out as I put everything into each push. This little girl was stubborn as her dad. Finally, she was born. The surGEN held the cord and Luigi cut it, staring at the bundle being carried off to get cleaned up. He came back and placed another kiss on my temple. Then the GENtern handed me India.

"She kind of looks like dad," Luigi said, entranced and confused by the tiny pink bundle. "You know, like all wrinkly." I handed her to him to hold.

"It goes away," I laughed.

"So she'll look more like us?" he mumbled still staring. I assured him she would and the GENtern came to take her to be weighed and checked out. Reluctantly, he handed her back and the surGENs wheeled me to my hospital room. Once I was settled into my room for the next three days, Luigi came in, bringing Amber, Rotti, and a madly grinning, maskless Pavi. India was brought back in once she was clean and declared healthy. She was wrapped up in a pink blanket and had a white hat settled snuggly on her head. Luigi picked her up before I could even move and soon Pavi was by his side. I watched as Rotti inspected Luigi, these first days determining his final say on his eldest child.

"Oh-a Maria! Luigi! She-a is so-a small. So-s fragile," Pavi cooed as he looked over his brother's shoulder. Luigi rolled his eyes and gave me a smile.

"She is. Meet India Lynn Largo," he answered trying to stay tough but the happiness was overwhelmingly obvious.

"India, I am-a your uncle Paviche." He leaned over Luigi and kissed her forehead. "I am-a so happy you-a are here-a!"

"Luigi, she's beautiful," Rotti sighed from his side of the room. "You really are going to do well." Luigi puffed with pride at that. Amber gave a general groan of approval. India's birth had interrupted her Z hit.

"Okay can I hold our daughter now?" I asked reaching for my daughter. Luigi came and handed her to me before sitting on the edge of the bed. I wiggled over and he leaned next to me. It felt nice being next to my husband and holding our daughter. A GENtern came in to check on us and he put his trademark scowl on when she looked at him, but he was a huge ball of mush when he looked at or held India. We all fell into easy conversation, save Amber, and India was held by her grandfather and uncle Pavi before they left. I fed her and not that much later, we found out it was time for our first diaper experience.

"Oh fuck, what is that," Luigi snarled as I opened the diaper.

"Poop," I answered plainly. Boy, could a tiny baby make a big mess.

"Where'd it come from?"

"India."

"But she's so tiny." I put a fresh diaper under her now clean bottom.

"Luigi, it's the mystery of life. Tiny baby makes lots of poop. You get the next one."

"Princess, be kind to daddy," he murmured to our India before putting her in the crib the hospital left us with in my room. Hearing that term of endearment from him made me giggle. We were a family. Our own family.