"Any more of that and you'll dig a hole to China!" Wisconsin said to Glomar as he past in front of her for the gazillion time. Titanic had gone into labor earlier that day and her mate was worrying over her. Though she didn't look it, she was over 100 years old and there was no telling the stresses her body was being put through right now. He winced as another pained scream filled his ears.
After what seemed like an eternity, a hospital ship appeared. "You may see her now." She said. "She's been asking for you." "Is she alright? Are the kids alright?!" Glomar cried. "She's fine, they're all fine. You have 3 kids." She replied. Glomar raced past her to find his mate.
Titanic looked exhausted as she lay on her side still. The three shiplings all eagerly suckled from her side. "Hello darling." Glomar greeted her with a kiss. She returned it. He gazed down lovingly at his three kids. "They're beautiful." He said. Two looked like Titanic, matching her previous White Star livery while the other had a more military design, matching the appearance of a battleship/submarine hybrid. Glomar knew this was because of his father, Hunter, was a submarine and his mother Kentucky, was a battleship and was just a teenager when he was born, died giving birth to him. This third shipling shared her traits. "What should we name them?" He asked now. "I wish to name these two for my sisters." Titanic said. All three shiplings were girls and Olympic and Britannic squeaked in recognition of their names. "As for the third, I'd like your permission to name her Kentucky for your mother." He asked. "You sure?" Glomar asked. She nodded. "Positive." She replied.
"Well then, welcome to the world Olympic, Britannic, Kentucky." He said and nuzzled each shipling in turn. Then he turned to his mate. Titanic leaned in and the two shared a kiss worthy of five stars.