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Translations:

mi reina: my queen

princesa: princess

Sylar screeched to a stop in front of his house. He jumped out of the car and ran in.

"Claire?" He ran to the couch. "Baby, how are you?"

"How the fuck do you think? I'm in pain, real pain! And it sucks!" She grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"Fuck, Claire, don't' pull any punches, just tell me how you really feel." He smiled at her.

"Don't you dare make a joke! I am having your babies, babies! Two, remember?" She sobbed.

Sylar swallowed hard. He knew it would be painful, but he had no idea it would be this bad. She was suffering and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. This caring about someone, it hurt, and right now he almost wished he could go back in time and take it all back. Almost. Would he really be willing to give up what he'd had with Claire these past months? Letting her get close to him, allowing himself to get close to her? Watching her body change as the life they created grew? No, he told himself, never. He loved her, he loved those little lives that were about to be born. He would make sure she never regretted staying with him, loving him. He knelled next to her and took her hand in his and whispered into her ear.

"Oh god, Claire, I'm sorry. Please baby, I'm so sorry." Sylar he kissed her temple. "I promise, we'll never do this again. I'll get snipped."

"Idiot, your body will repair, remember?" She snarked.

"Oh yeah, well, we'll figure something out." Sylar said.

"Yeah, like how about no sex, ever?" Claire screamed.

"Julia? Where are you?" Sylar hollered.

"I'm right here." Julia came in and set her bag down. She saw Sandra sitting next to Claire with an amused look on her face and went to her.

"Mrs. Bennett? I am Julia Dodd-Sanchez, Claire's doctor." She held her hand out.

"Thank you for taking care of my daughter, Claire's spoken highly of you." Sandra stood up. "Should we take Claire up to bed? Or a hospital?"

"No hospital, I'm afraid, but please, do not worry. Gabriel, carry Claire to your room and bring me some clean sheets." Julia requested.

"Yeah." He turned to Claire. "Baby? I'm gonna lift you and take you inside, okay?"

"Oh Gabriel, I'm sorry I got mad. I love you, please, please, don't be mad at me." She cried.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Just relax, Julia's here and we're gonna have our babies really soon." He picked her up gently and kissed her forehead.

Sandra shook her head at the sight of Sylar taking care of Claire. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would've never believed it. She wondered how Noah would react; the thought brought a small smile to her mouth.

Sylar held onto Claire as another contraction hit hard. He couldn't believe what she was going through. And even though it was Angela and Nathan's fault, he still blamed himself. The worse part was, he loved the idea of Claire having his babies.

He had probably gotten her pregnant their first time and it still got him hard thinking about it. Claire was his, now and for all eternity. And his children would totally seal the deal. He really did believe that Claire loved him, but she was almost forced into the emotion. It scared him, that one day she'd wake up and realize who she was with and finally come to her senses. But if they shared these babies, if they had more…he knew he was still Sylar enough to use anything and everything at his disposal to keep her.

"Baby, it'll be over soon. I'm so proud of you, you're doing so good, baby." He whispered in her ear.

"I love you, Gabriel, I've always loved you. Don't doubt it, it may have happened sooner, but it would've happened. We're destined to be together." She looked deeply into his eyes. Claire knew he had insecurities, but she needed him to know, especially now, that they were unfounded.

"Oh Sylar, it hurts so bad. Thank you for giving me these babies, for letting me feel again. I love you, Sylar." She groaned as another contraction overcame her.

Sylar almost chuckled as Claire moved between loving Gabriel to loving Sylar. Anyone listening into this conversation might think she was schizophrenic. But he knew her and he loved the fact that she love him. She knew who and what she was and she loved him despite those facts. He sighed with a relief.

He looked over at Sandra who in turned looked deeply into his eyes. She gave him a slight nod before turning back to Claire.

"Okay, Claire. I need you to push now." Julia directed Claire.

"You ready, sweetheart?" Sylar wiped her forehead.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready." She leaned forward with Sylar's help and pushed with a small scream. "Oh my god, Mom? Are you there?'

"Yes, Claire-bear, I'm right here." Sandra stood next to the bed and took her daughter's hand. "I'm so proud of you, baby."

"Oh god, Mom, this hurts so bad." She panted.

"I know, Claire, but you're so strong. You can do this." Sandra looked up at Sylar and almost laughed, his face was a picture of panic and his eyes were beginning to tear. So much for the serial killer image.

"She'll be fine, Gabriel." Sandra reassured him, he just nodded.

"One more push, Clarita." Julia instructed.

"Oh fuck!" The young girl bore down and pushed again.

"Here he comes, hija. One last time and we'll have one of your bebes!" Julia smiled.

"Oh jeez. Hold me up, Sylar." Claire pushed again and felt her baby pass from her body as she released her breath. "Is he okay? Is it him or her?"

Julia laughed. "It's your son. Gabriel, come cut the cord."

He kissed Claire's forehead. "I'll be right back, sweetheart." Claire had to smile at the excitement in his voice.

"Well, hurry, because she wants to come out really bad." She spoke tiredly.

Sylar took the scissors from Julia before taking his first look at his son. "Claire, he's perfect." His voice filled with awe. "Wow." He snipped where Julia guided.

She turned to Sandra. "Can you take him, Grandmamma?"

Sandra let go of her daughter's hand. "I'll be right over here, sweetheart." She grabbed a clean towel and took her grandson.

"He's beautiful, Claire. He looks just like his father." Sandra smiled. He had black hair and the most beautiful skin she had ever seen.

Sylar smiled and fought back tears as he went back to sit behind Claire. This just wouldn't do, he thought, he was supposed to be strong. He had a family to protect and he couldn't pussy out. He had to bring back the killer, he had to bring back his take no prisoner attitude. All that mattered was Claire and his kids.

"Okay, mi reina, you need to push again. We need to get the princesa out now." Julia took a deep breath and laid out a clean sheet.

"Ready to give me a big push?" Julia looked over Claire's knees.

"Yeah, let's do it." She looked over at Sylar and kissed him. "Let's welcome our little girl."

"Claire, baby, I…" He blinked and shook his head.

"I know, baby, me too." She bit her lower lip and pushed.

Sylar sat in the living room with his head in his hands. He'd never been so scared, so paralyzed with the idea of losing Claire. Being a killer, that was easy. Loving someone, having someone, several someones, dependent on him, that was so difficult he could never have imagined.

"Hey." Claire sat down next to him and took his hand in hers. "How ya doin', big guy?"

"What the hell are you doing up? You should be resting!" He chastised her.

"Umm, hello, miraculous healing abilities here." She laughed and pulled him to her for a kiss, which he whole-heartedly returned.

"Your boobs stayed really big." He reached out and squeezed one.

"Milk, Gabriel, for your children." She giggled.

"Oh, yeah, guess you don't need to heal from that." He pulled back to look at her. "Are you okay? Really?"

"Yes, really okay." She lay back on the couch, pulling him with her. "Wow, that was really something, wasn't it." She laughed.

"How can you laugh? You almost died. You were in such pain. Fuck, Claire, we are never doing that again." He pulled her into his arms.

"Doing what? Having sex or having babies." She teased.

"This isn't funny. You were in so much pain, it killed me." He cried.

"It wasn't all that bad, really. Okay, I lie a little, it hurt like hell, but it's what women do, we give birth." Claire ruffled his hair as she pulled him closer. "And it's true what women say."

"What's that?" He asked.

"After they have their baby, once they have that little being in their arms, the memory of the pain, it sorta, well, it sorta diminishes." She explained.

"Really?" He didn't actually believe her.

"Yeah, really." She kissed the tip of his nose and got up. "I really need to feed those kids because my breasts like their about to pop. Wanna watch?" She waggled her eyebrows.

Sylar snorted. "Hell yeah!"

00000000000000000000000000000000

Sylar rocked his daughter as Claire fed their son. He looked down at her face, the little nose, the little mouth that would pucker and unpucker in her sleep. She had his hair color, he had to admit he was hoping it would blond like Claire. But maybe she'd have her hazel eyes.

He loved Claire's eyes, they would turn blue when she was really happy and then switch to green when she was really pist or when they were having sex. No, he corrected, when they were making love.

This little one was perfect, Sylar thought. Perfect and his, he thought with pride.

"Gabriel? Can you put her down and take him?" Claire asked.

"Oh, yeah. Just a sec." He laid the baby down in her crib and took his son.

"Okay, Claire. We really have to come up with some names. We can't keep calling them him and her." He smiled as his son sneezed.

"Is he cold?" She asked with concern.

"No, just dust or something." Sylar allayed her fears. "So, about names?"

"Yes, I know. We'll figure something out." Claire buttoned up her shirt and went to Sylar.

"I was thinking, maybe Noah for him. And Gabrielle for her. What 'cha think?" She waited for his reaction.

"Noah? You really want to name our son after a man who would just as easily stick a spike in my skull as shake my hand? Really?" His voice was incredulous.

"You guys are gonna make it up, I mean, you told me Matt's in contact with him. He's helping our people. And remember the future Peter told you about? Your son was named Noah." She rationalized.

"Jeez, Claire. I don't know." He took a deep breath and reminded himself that she just gave birth to his children. "If it's what you want, I suppose. But maybe you should run it past your Mom, she kinda hates him now." Sylar got up to put his son in the empty bassinet next to his sister.

I can do this, he told himself, I can let Claire name the baby, my son, what she wants. I can live with my son being named after the man who helped to turn me into a murderer. I can do this for her.

"And what about Gabrielle?" She smiled as she smoothed her son's thick hair.

"It's pretty, I guess if you really want her named for me. Or, the man I was." He shrugged. "Better than naming her Sylar, right?"

Claire chuckled. "Yeah, right. But I like both names just fine." She pulled him up and led him to their adjoining room. Claire started to unbutton his shirt.

"Hey!" He stilled her hands with his. "Is your mom asleep?"

"Yes, she's asleep. She's had a rough couple of days and she's exhausted." She pulled her hands from his and continued in her task.

Sylar laughed and pulled her shirt over her head before releasing the hook of her bra. Her heavy breasts were left bare to his gaze and he groaned.

"I could get used to this." He raised one brow and palmed them.

Claire swatted his hands away. "So, you didn't like my breasts before I was pregnant?"

"No, I just mean…come on, Claire." Sylar rolled his eyes.

Claire pushed him back. "So, you wouldn't want me if I had a smaller chest? Because I don't know how long there are gonna last."

"I want all of you. I always want all of you anyway I can get you. And you're always beautiful." Sylar moaned.

"Okay, just want to be clear." She smiled and went for the buckle on his belt. "We really need to get naked. Now!"