"What are you saying Tord? You're scaring me." Taking a deep breath, he clutched his middle as another contraction ran up his spine.

"The babies are coming you dumbass!"

The other three were silent as the words left his mouth, a ringing silence surrounding him after he had yelled. He could feel the twins shifting around almost uncontrollably, a head pressing hard against the muscles of his cervix. Feeling as a whimper crawled up his throat, he heard the other three begin moving again.

"We need to get you to the hospital quickly. Do you think you can stand long enough to get re-dressed and into the car?" He shook his head quickly, trying to bite back a pained scream. The contractions were coming much quicker, he could feel the cold air against his lower regions that were stretching to accommodate his children when they came through. There was no way he was making it to the hospital, he had been told that the second time would move much quicker than the first had, and the light contractions from throughout the day were the warning signs.

"We won't make it in time! I'm at the end of my active labor and the babies will come really soon. With our luck we'll get stuck in traffic and these two will be born in the car." He hissed in pain as there were rough kicks.

"Alright. Just tell us what you want us to do. Want to go to the bed?" Shaking his head, he gestured to the bathtub. He was still covered in piss from laughing too hard.

"I've been told that water births are much more comfortable, and I don't want to be the cause for getting new sheets. I have to be able to lay back in the water so it can't be too hot and the cold could hurt worse." Receive a sharp nod, he watched as Tom started the bathwater, Matt taking care to check him over. Edd had been sent off to get towels and the other supplies. Feeling an object prodding at his cervix and muscles, he tensed up.

"Sorry, I was trying to check how dilated you are. Eight centimeters so about an hour longer at most. Breathe through the pain love, you're doing so well." Taking a few deep breaths, he was helped up and off the toilet seat and into the bathtub. The warm water felt great, it helping to lessen the pain of each contraction until it was only a harsh pressure. The four of them managed to calm down, talking while his body made work to push out his kids. He smiled as Edd rubbed against his belly, the motion apparently soothing the twins enough to stop their kicking. It wasn't long before he was told that he was ready, the discomfort and pressure making him flinch with each new contraction. Yelping softly as he felt the head slip into his birth canal, he groaned softly as he began to push.

"The first is on his way. Help pull my legs up please?" Letting the muscles in his legs relax long enough for both to be pulled over the sides of the tub, he gave a light whine as he felt more chilly air hit his privates. He refused to push anymore, trying to delay his children from coming out until he was ready. His left hand was being held by Tom, Edd continued to rub his middle softly, and Matt was grabbing scissors, twine, diapers, and onesies for when the twins were out. His right hand traced against his opening, the skin sensitive to his touch as it spread a little bit more. He barely swallowed back a moan, the small form of pleasure helping with any pains he received. There were four sets of feet coming towards the master bathroom, an instant realization having him trying to pull his legs back into the tub to cover up where he'd be birthing from. Glancing back long enough to watch the triplets rush into the room with Matt behind them, arms full but trying to catch the three.

"Mummy otay?!" He sighed as his left arm was being held by his three kids. He didn't want them in the room while he gave birth but he doubted that they'd listen if someone told them to go back to bed. Feeling the head slipping down to crown, he hissed softly as his legs tried to spread and hook over the walls of the bath.

"Babies, mummy is fine. Your little brothers are just being very active and want to say hello. Go back to your room mine små, you'll meet your little brothers in the morning." The contractions rolled through him faster than before, himself unable to do anything between the pain and the fact that he didn't want to scar his children for life. Quickly giving all three a kiss on the head, he sighed softly as they left the room.

"Move my legs back up please the head is at full crown and it burns." Hissing at the stretch of the head, he looked down across his body as soon as he was helped back into position. His middle was a little lumpy, it only holding the placentas and the younger twin. Feeling a stronger urge to push, he still ignored it, his body doing the work to get his child out. It was a few more contractions before the head was halfway out, Matt cupping the smooth surface before it slid out finally. He took gasping breaths, his face pale. He finally began pushing as the shoulders turned, his face turning from pale to a dark red as the obstruction slipped through him easier than the head. Watching as his third son was cleaned off a little bit and placed on his chest, he held the now sobbing boy close, humming softly to calm the newborn down. The oldest of the set of twins looked like he had hair closer to his own color, his right eye a little swollen just as how Jonas' left eye had been when the boy was born. Allowing his son to latch onto his chest, he couldn't help but smile at the feeling of his son squirming while eating, disturbing his younger brother who began to kick again.

He could feel as his second baby slipped into his birth canal, his belly looking more like chub than a new parent. He gave short pushes, each shifting the youngest down and through his body. It wasn't long before his eyes widened, shock at feeling something other than a head breach his opening.

"The youngest is in breech babe. Push slowly." Nodding silently he gave softer pushes, the feeling of the legs and hips of his fifth child slipping out making him stiffen up in fear. This hadn't happened before, why hadn't he been told this could happen? His last appointment was when he was in the hospital last month, shouldn't he have been warned of this then? He was so caught up in his thoughts and fears that he didn't realize he was being spoken to.

"Tord? Tord? You need to push. Come back to hearing range please. Everything will be okay just calm down babe. Calm your breathing." He felt the hand on his shoulder move to his back to trace along his spinal column and shoulder blades. He hadn't know that he was hyperventilating, taking a few slower and deeper breaths. Pushing, he felt the torso start coming, spreading wider as the shoulders made the form thicker. As soon as the shoulders had popped out, he gasped in relief.

"That's it you're doing so good babe. Just the head left and you'll be done. You'll be able to sleep with both our boys in a little while." Nodding, he waited for the head to move closer so he'd be able to help it out. There was a big risk with this, if they weren't careful there'd be a chance of both of them being hurt. Giving a small push as the head began to spread him open slowly, he groaned. Glancing down, he watched as Matt held the bottom half of his child, the head slowly coming into view as his body moved the head further through him. Giving a final tired push, he felt as the head slid out of him. Watching the second and final baby being cleaned up, he gave a smile as the second baby boy was placed on his chest. He could feel as Matt urged his body to contract, helping the placenta come out and to make sure he wasn't hemorrhaging. The younger boy latched on, his older brother already done and asleep.

"We're so proud of you Tord. You three are perfectly fine and healthy. When you're ready to get out tell us." Nodding, he kept quiet for a while longer, just watching both of his sons. Getting the baby boys dressed and swaddled, he was helped out of the tub and dressed in his night clothes from long before he began showing, the shirt and sweatpants a little tight and definitely showing his baby fat. Feeling his rings being slipped back onto his hand as both baby boys were laid into his arms. Giving a tired smile as his picture was taken, he let both babies rest on his chest and stomach as he was tucked in and fell asleep.

He woke up early the next morning, his body aching from the previous night. Crooning to his awake little boys, he moved to feed both, glancing around the room to find nobody else. He guessed that he was being left alone to rest. Smiling, he ran his fingers over the dark blonde hair that sported from his sons' heads, laughing softly as they flipped up slightly in the front like small horns. Gasping softly as both boys opened their eyes, he smiled softly at the light hazel. Their right eyes were still closed, him already knowing what was up with that. Lightly glancing over the chubby cheeks with the pad of his finger, he smiled at the light spattering of freckles across the light skin. Hearing the door creek open a little, he smiled as Tom entered the room.

"How are you feeling? I'm guessing sore." Nodding, he smiled softly as he looked back down at the two quiet little boys.

"They're two little monsters. There's fluid in their right eyes. Such adorable little mixes of all four of us." He couldn't stop smiling, the way his mouth was formed disallowing it. Hearing as the two little boys made soft noises, he felt a kiss to his temple.

"How would you like some visitors? The triplets are more than hyper to see their little brothers. The names you chose before are still the ones that fit correct?" Nodding, he adjusted how he was holding the two as Tom left the room to call in the other five. He watched as three toddlers climbed up onto the bed to see their younger brothers. He had to keep the three from hurting the younger two, getting a little annoyed by how they wouldn't listen the first few times.

"Wat numes?" Jonas had his head resting against his arm, looking down at his two little brothers. The small light brunette was now the middle child, so he could understand the his second son's reaction to it all.

"Their names are Harvey and Alexander. Harvey is wearing the yellow onesie and Alexander is wearing the red onesie." What happened next made his heart melt.

"Hoio Hawei, hoio Awexnder. I'm yur bwig bother Tweddie." He glanced up to see the camera up and recording, thankful for it. He was surrounded by his not so small family as they welcomed the two newest members.

Family huh? That sounds nice.

Family is a funny concept isn't it?

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And that's the end. Thanks to those who stuck with it till the last chapter. All that's left is the epilogue. I had lots of fun writing these guys and now their story is almost over. Thank you to everyone who held with me throughout all of Who Says Karma Hates You as well as this entire book.

I'd personally like to thank Preggo Sauce [commonly called Sauce], Animate [Cameo character as well as proof reader], and everyone in the Mpregsworld server on discord.

Till the epilogue

~Mari