A/N: This chapter describes giving birth so I figured I'd give a fair warning if that's not your thing otherwise enjoy.
The intense pains had started somewhere in the middle of the night a couple of hours after Kyrie had settled. It wasn't severe but enough to rouse her from sleep.
She made her way out from the former storage room now bedroom and sat on the sofa breathing deeply through the pain. The cramping came every half hour at first but by morning had come down to every fifteen and were becoming stronger.
Between contractions she made her way to the bedroom shaking Dante awake. Groggily he glanced up at her yawning.
"Did you make coffee yet?" He asked still half asleep.
"No Dante, I'm in labour." She stated watching him as he turned back over waving her away before sitting bolt up right.
"What? Just now? Did it just start?" He could fire questions nearly as fast as bullets when he was excited.
"No a few hours ago now, they're getting more intense." She replied rubbing at her stomach as she felt another coming on.
Dante sat her down on the edge of the bed watching as she gripped the hem of her nightgown and breathed deeply. She dug her heel into the floor as if bracing herself against the pain.
"Why the hell didn't you wake me?" He asked after the pain had seemed to pass.
"Because there's no point in both of us being up all night...besides I didn't want to bother Lady." She said. "Labour can go on for hours or even days."
"Okay, okay." He relented. "I'm gonna call Trish too. You just do whatever it is you've been doing I guess."
Kyrie sat back against the bed. She leaned over the bed. She kneeled next to the bed. She paced the office and leaned against Dante's desk. Kyrie sat on the couch then on the floor, then went back to kneeling again.
No matter what position she was in the pain just gripped her and nothing seemed to alleviate it. Dante sat by helping her stand when she wanted too and held her upright through the contractions when her knees threatened to give out on her.
He hated seeing her in so much agony, especially since technically he was the one that caused it. When she became too tired to stand any longer she laid on the couch with a cold cloth on her head.
"Do we have any ice?" She asked after a particularly hard cramp released her. "My mouths dry."
"Yeah honey, hold up...I'll get you some." Dante jumped up to the mini fridge taking out the tray. "I don't think there's any cups down here.."
"It's fine just break one up for me so I can suck on it." She replied. She watched as her husband grasped a couple in his hand and crushed them to chips with seemingly no effort.
She knew Dante was physically stronger given his devil blood, Nero was too, but it still amazed her sometimes, the things he could do even when it was something so simple.
"Trish and Lady should be here soon." He stayed. "They said they had a few things to take care of."
"So, you think you're ready for this?" Kyrie asked grinning at her husband as he sat next to her.
"Man, I hope so." He quipped. "Not like I have much of a choice at this point. Kind of late to back out."
"I can't wait...to see our baby..." She said tensing as another wave racked her body causing her to whimper. Dante held her hand securely as she squeezed harder than he had ever thought she could possibly do.
Once Lady and Trish arrived they requested clean sheets and towels and spread them on the floor between the sofa and the desk.
"Now let's have a gander where you're at." Lady said. She stuck two fingers into her birth canal feeling around. "Oh yeah, you're fully dilated. Has your water broken at all?"
"No...not yet." She said taking a deep breath.
"Well we can wait for it or I can break it for you." Lady replied. "It will speed up labour but the pain will get more intense."
"I'm tired." Kyrie said. "I want this over with already."
"Alright then, break the water it is." The elder woman said cracking her knuckles.
"Kyrie would you like something for the pain?" Trish offered. "I can make something up for you."
"No, I'm fine...I can deal with this." She replied standing up and making her way over to the floor. Dante stayed quiet allowing the women to work as he sat back slightly.
"Dante take off your shirt. This is going to get messy and I need your help." Lady said.
"If I had a dollar for every time you've said that to me..." He joked smiling pulling the fabric off.
"Really? Your wife's in labour and you're hitting on me!" Lady shouted. "Honestly! I have to beg you half the time to put one on."
"Kyrie don't mind." He retorted. "She knows I'm hers." Kyrie meanwhile rocked slightly back and forth through another cramp before settling back against her husband.
"Alright, breaking your water won't hurt. I'm just going to use this little hook thing." Lady said. "It's going to cause the contractions to come harder and faster."
"Okay." Kyrie said watching Lady work and feeling a gush a moment later. It didn't take long for the searing pain to hit her full force. "Oh yeah, that's much worse. I'll take the pain killers now."
"Too late." Trish said grinning at her. "You're getting ready to deliver, they won't kick in in time to help."
"Okay, that's fine." She relented through gritted teeth. "P-pressure."
"Your body's bearing down." Lady said. "With each contraction I need you to start pushing. Dante wrap your arms around her with your hands together above her stomach. When I tell you you're going to push down. Got it?"
"Yeah I got it." He said doing as he was instructed.
"Alright Kyrie, start pushing." Lady counted up to ten telling her to do it again before relaxing. Dante held her close to him feeling her body tremble under the strain she was under and pressed down on her when Lady said to do so.
"Stop!" Lady said suddenly working at something. Kyrie had been pushing for nearly an hour and felt as if all she knew was the incredible pain.
"S-stop?!" She shouted.
"The heads out." Trish said. Dante took a deep steadying breath unsure of what the next few minutes would bring, things would forever be different.
"One more nice big push Kyrie and that's it." Lady said. Kyrie screamed through clenched teeth as she felt the baby slide out of her and into Lady's hands.
"Oh thank god." She said resting her head back against Dante's shoulders finally getting some relief.
"Looks like we've got a little girl." Lady said happily.
"A girl." Dante whispered out feeling his tongue feeling thick in his mouth.
"I still feel pressure." Kyrie said. Lady looked up at her quickly cutting the cord and handing the baby off to Trish once she tied it off.
"Um Kyrie, I thought you said you went to have an ultrasound done." Lady said.
"I did." She said as her cramping became severe again.
"And they told you you were only having one?" She asked.
"Lady, what is it?!" Dante demanded.
"She's having twins." She smirked at her long time friend. Dante felt his mouth drop and hang open.
"What?" He managed out.
"No...that's not...happening..." Kyrie said as she struggled feeling the urge to push again.
"Kyrie, I have a front seat right here and I'm telling you it's another baby." Trish said as she attended to the newborn girl.
"Dante." Kyrie whispered out.
"You can do this." He said reassuringly in her ear. "I know you can."
"Same as before Kyrie. Come on, you're doing great." Lady encouraged. Kyrie screamed and thrashed her head as she felt more sweat drip down her forehead. "Here comes the head. Okay stop...deep breaths."
Kyrie felt her body shaking uncontrollably against her will. Pain clouded her senses as Lady told her, once again, to give one last push. She yelled out as Lady pulled her child from her.
"Well, well..." Lady said glancing up at Dante. "Looks like you've got one of each." She held the squealing infant up slightly revealing it to be a boy.
"A son...and...and a daughter...Dante." Kyrie said feeling tears spill down her cheeks.
"Wow, oh wow." Dante mumbled in awe. Trish handed him the girl while she attended to Kyrie and Lady took care of the boy before placing him in his fathers arms as well.
He looked down at his children staring in shock. They screamed as loud as they could still somewhat bloody and covered in gunk. Dante placed his nose next to them breathing in their scents instantly memorizing it.
"Hey kids." He said softly. At the sound of his voice they calmed slightly. His son stared up at him furrowing his brow while his daughter continued to scream. "Hazel, James...it's alright, dad's here and I'm not going anywhere."