Aren't I just so majestic? I just finished writing this chapter and I'm feeling pretty majestic right now xD. So, I've been prompted by quite a few people to hurry up and update, so I have.

Um, so, this chapter has the birth ;3. I have not made Jack have a miscarriage due to all the wonderful reviews I have received xD.

Thank you TheThirdBikerScholar and Dbztron2, I have decided upon the names you have given me ;3

Without further ado, Sing Me to Sleep chapter 13!

Sing Me To Sleep 13

At first, Aster had no idea where they were heading. He was too tired to care by then. But then, then he realized they were heading towards the Warren. Or would it would be if it was above ground.

The feeling of dread in his stomach grew as his eyes widened. "Jack..." His breathless whisper went unheard by anyone but the Wind. With a desperate look in his green eyes, a hole appeared beneath him and he fell in.

"Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack" He mumbled to himself, hopping swiftly into the Burrow. Almost immediately, the smell of blood reached his nose. He felt his heart leap into his throat as a strangled whine escaped him.

"Jack!" His love, his mate, his Snowflake, his Frostbite, his lover, his mate, his Jackrabbit.

Bounding towards the burrow, he felt his heart beat, adrenaline powering his tired body. He slid into the room, eyes wide and ears pressed back against his head. His eyes immediately went towards the panting figure on the bed.

"Aster..." The younger Guardian gave a weak grin. He was against the wall, sitting up with his legs before him. He was sweating slightly, face a light pink as pants left him. His breathing was heavy as he flinched slightly at the pain he was feeling. His black sweat looked slightly soaked, red coating them. One of his hands was on his stomach while the other was gripping the nest beneath it. WubWub and Flurry were nervously pacing around near Jack, obviously worried for their care taker.

Aster immediately went to action, hopping towards the nest, scooping the winter spirit gently into his arms before creating a tunnel towards Santoff Claussen.

"I'm bringin' ya ta North's, a'right Jacky? It's all gonna be a'right. You're gonna be fine, I promise." Aster murmured reassuringly as Jack clutched the fur on his chest, whimpering as he pressed his face against Aster's neck.

"Will the kits be fine?" Jack's question was muffled, almost inaudible, but the Pooka's sensitive hearing immediately picked up the whispered words as his heart plummeted.

For once, Aster didn't know what to say.

The minute they had stepped inside North's workshop, a serious, yet obviously worried, Phil took charge. He guided Aster towards the hospital, gesturing for Aster to place Jack on the bed as Phil went to order North to call the other Guardians and Pitch over immediately.

As soon as the yeti had left the room, Aster gripped Jack's hand in his own, burying his face in the younger spirit's neck, breathing in his scent as his body trembled at what Jack going into labor a week early could mean for the fate of Jack and their children alike.

A cold hand rubbed the back of his head, quivering fingers running over his sensitive ears, Aster relaxing almost immediately. "It's gonna be alright," Jack murmured, pushing Aster back gently, gripping the rabbits face between his hands as he gave a shaky smile. "Just you wait, our kits will be beautiful, we'll be a big, happy family. I promise."

Aster leaned into Jack's touch, a watery smile on his face as he blinked back tears. "Yeah," his voice was slightly raspy but neither of them minded, "We'll be a big an' happy family. An' I'll take care of you and 'em. I promise."

As the words left his lips, Pitch immediately hurried in, Tooth fluttering in after him. Both had determined looks on their faces as they gently pulled Aster away from Jack, ushering the Pooka out the door and into the hallway where Sandy and North were sitting on small plastic chairs.

The door was closed behind him and all Aster could do was pace outside the door, biting his lip as he stared at the clock nearby intently.

It was complete and utter torture. Aster didn't know who it was affecting the most. Him, Jack, or the other Guardians. For the moment, he sincerely wished Jack didn't use that kind of language around his believers... and hopefully the kits wouldn't remember said words.

Sandy ran a hand through his hair, casting a worried look towards North who was covering his ears and humming a song loudly, eyes glistening with tears. Aster took the time to stare at North as well, feeling sympathy toward his long time friend. It seems like all of them were suffering.

"I'M GONNA RIP OFF HIS DICK!"

Aster blanched, wide eyes glancing towards his equally surprised waiting partners. He dearly hoped his little snowflake wasn't talking about him. He ignored the way Sandy snickered as Aster crouched on the floor, legs in front of his... family jewels.

Thirteen hours. They'd been waiting for thirteen hours straight. Pitch had warned as much, first time pregnancies last from 12 to 14 hours. But, Pitch had informed him and Jack a few days ago that because Jack was having more than two children, that the amount of time could be longer.

Aster ran a paw down his face as he continued his pacing, worried eyes trained on the door belonging to the room where Jack was currently inside. The screams, shouts and curses of both the doctors-Pitch and Tooth-, the nurse-Phil-, and Jack alike had been going on for a while now and it legitimately scared the three Guardians waiting for any news on the situation. By now, Sandy was trying to fight sleep, the noise being the only thing that kept the small man up. North had long ago began rocking in front of a wall, banging his head lightly against its surface, murmuring darkly to himself while glancing suspiciously at Aster every once and a while. Something Aster tried not to let get to him. He really didn't want to end up on North's bad side; the man had a weapon collection, who would like to upset someone like that?

And Aster? Aster had taken to holding his ears against his head while pacing, trying his best to block out all the threats and insults Jack had been making for hours now. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't completely terrified.

The world seemed to freeze when the first cry rang through the air. Santoff Claussen seemed to wait on bated breath, not even an elf daring to scurry. The three males' eyes immediately snapped towards the shut tight door, eyes wide as they all held their breath. Aster could hear his heart thumping in his chest as he slowly let go of his ears, instead letting his arms fall loose to his sides as he stared on blankly. A heavy hand landed on his back, a smaller one landing on his other shoulder. He didn't need to turn around to know to see his two friends standing n either side of him, congratulating him with whispered voices, as if speaking loudly would break the magic in the air.

As different cries rang through the air, each different and unique to its owner, the three impatient males stood as close to the closed door as they could, None of them would later admit that tears had been leaking from their eyes the moment they heard the first cry, or the second, or the third, or even the fourth.

When a last cry rang out through the silence, this one weaker and much more quiet than the others. Aster immediately jumped to the worst possible scenario as whispered voices met his sensitive ears. His eyes didn't move, firmly planted on the closed door as Sandy and North glanced worriedly at each other.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the door their eyes had been trained on for the past thirteen hours opened. A tired, but seemingly pleased, Pitch motioned them inside, stern eyes warning them to stay quiet. Treading almost cautiously, the Guardian of Dreams and Wonder watched as their partner in waiting gazed at the bed with glazed yes.

Jack smirked, tiredly, as he leaned against the wall he had propped himself up on; the hospital sheets pooled around his waist. Jack's hands was carefully placed on a small crib placed next to the bed. The wood seemed to shine faintly, the carvings delicate and clearly hand made. The crib in and of itself was made of oak and rocked and jack gently pushed it, his blue eyes straying from aster's own green eyes as he focused on whatever was in the crib. Aster had a feeling he already knew what, more like who, was in the crib as little mewling sounds reached his sensitive ears. He glanced wide eyed at Jack who grinned mischievously, beckoning the Pooka over.

Aster didn't pay attention to Tooth and Pitch, who had both taken seats near Jack, tired grins on their faces, too caught up and preoccupied as he made his way over to Jack, mesmerized by the little noises coming from the crib.

"Is that?" Aster's voice trailed off, merely a whisper in the silence of the room. Jack gave a tired nod, fondly rocking the crib, practically glowing with pure happiness and adoration.

Aster crouched by the bed, placing a kiss on Jack's forehead, ignoring how his eyes teared up as Jack placed a hand between his ears, turning his head towards the crib.

Five. Five little ones. Five little Pooka kits. Aster pretended he didn't notice the wet trails running down his face, nor Jack's hands as they wiped said tears away lovingly.

"The biggest one is the first born," Aster hadn't even noticed as Tooth placed a small hand on his shoulder, pointing to the largest of the kits; he was the biggest of the litter, that' for sure; almost twice the size of seemingly the smallest of the five kits. He looked like an exact replica of Aster, though his fur was slightly lighter, most likely due to Jack's own light colored hair. He had curled himself around the smallest kit, possessively keeping the her away from his other siblings, though another kit had managed to sneak into the cuddle.

"He's very possessive it seems," Jack murmured, giggling lightly as Aster ran a claw carefully over the oldest.

"The one he's curled around is the youngest; the smallest too; little girl," Tooth cooed out as she touched said kits floppy ear. She was the smallest, and youngest, of the litter. Her fur was softer than downy, as were the other kits fur as Aster noted as he ran the pads of his paws over them carefully, and she had the purest black fur. Little silver tufts of fur covered the tips of her ears and front and hind paws. Silver swirls of fur poked out among the black on each of her hips, little swirls. In a 'V' shape was silver fur going from her chest to her belly button. Her eyes were closed, having just been born and her ears were pressed against her head as she curled into herself, little whimpers escaping from her little mouth as her pink nose twitched.

"The third kit in on this little cuddle is the third born; a baby boy," Jack whispered, running his hands over the fur growing on Aster's neck as the large Pooka looked over the litter of kits. The baby boy mixed in with the youngest and oldest of the kits was curled against his big brother, little paws wrapped around his younger sister's ear. His fur was pure white, the only color on his body being a large black swirl creeping up his right arm. Unlike the other four kits, his nose wasn't a light pink and instead it was a dark black.

North and Sandy, along with Pitch, had managed to make their way over to the crib, North discreetly wiping away his tears while Sandy patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"The other two have their own little group on the other side of the crib; decided they didn't want to be with the other three," Pitch explained, Aster directing his attention to said kits. "The larger of the two is a girl; she's the second born and the other one is a baby boy; the second to last born. He's the tiniest boy, though obviously bigger than your youngest girl," Pitch added in with a small grin.

The little girl's fur was a light silver color, tints of purple spread out on the silver, the pattern much like a calico cat's. Her ears, like her siblings, were pressed against the back of her neck. Light purple covered the tips of her ears, paws and feet. She snuggled into herself, seemingly keeping as far away from her siblings as she could manage in the wooden crib.

Of the three boys, this boy was the smallest, though bigger in comparison to the youngest of the litter of course. His fur was light brown with little dots of white fur spread out here and there. He had seemingly found his way to his older sister's side, curling against her side as she begrudgingly curled around his smaller form easily.

"What do you plan on naming kits?" North questioned quietly, giving up on wiping away the tears of utter joy dripping down his face.

Aster's ears perked as he stared at Jack who was staring intently at the crib. With a shy grin, he turned towards Aster. "You name one first," Jack prompted with an ear pat. The older Pooka took the information in, gazing at the oldest male as he let himself swim in long ago buried memories.

He remembered an older Pooka with eyes and fur just like his own; almost exactly alike. He remembered long nights spent talking to the older Pooka, advice being shared and questions answered. He remembered a long fought war; blood shed without reason. He remembered wisened eyes dimming away and he remembered a name.

"Aerius, can we name tha oldest Aerius?" Aster's voice was quiet as he barely managed to hide the slight tremble in his voice as he touched the soft fur on the largest male. He didn't need to look at Jack to see he had immediately nodded.

"I want to name the smallest girl Joyce. Not because my job mostly pertains to bringing Joy to the world or anything," Jack said cheekily, brightening up the atmosphere in the room with a cheerful grin as Aster shook his head with a grin, having already known Jack would name one of the kits something related to 'Joy'.

"Can we name the bigger girl Snowdrop? She looks like a Snowdrop, all snow colored," Tooth added in, wide eyes pleading as Jack nodded, eliciting a squeal from Tooth.

"Wait, wait! I want to name kit too," North said seriously, tears gone as he stubbornly pouted until Aster gave in, sighing.

"Smallest boy will be named Lycius. After the plant which grows in snow. Good idea, no? Life in the snow," North nodded along with his words, Aster staring at him in shock at the well thought out name.

"You've had that name planned for a while, 'aven't ya?" Aster accused, humphing when North lightly blushed giving a cheeky grin in return.

Atticus. Name the last boy Atticus. Like North said, it's another plant that grows in the snow.

Jack nodded at Sandy, giving him a high five, "That's such a great idea, Sandy!" They ignored North's shout of protest, Tooth immediately shushing him before pushing the males away from the room, deciding to give Jack and Aster some privacy with their kits.

Once the door shut behind the rowdy group, Pitch begrudgingly following after once Tooth glared at him, Jack turned to aster, eyes lidded in sleepiness as Aster crawled into bed with his mate,curling possessively over the smaller male, snuffling his nose into Jack's snow colored hair as his attention stayed firmly on he crib.

"They're beauts, ya know?"

"Yeah, they're adorable."

"Five Pooka kits, we 'ave quite a handful, don't we?"

"yeah, but we have friends who will help us."

"Tha's true..."

"I love you"

"I love you too, Snowflake"

Done! So... Yeah, feeling pretty majestic right now x3. Anyone like the names I've picked out? I think they're adorable. XD I've also managed to get their personalities all figured out as well.

Oh, and a little sneak preview... :D Guess who else is pregnant and due for a baby soon? ((Not me. A male from this story ;3))

HerHiddenSecret~~~