you sat on your hands and knees in the middle of a worn down hotel room, seconds away from delivering your daughters. Twins, soon to be here. and who were you stuck with? the man you hate the most. your rival since you were kids. you were both shoved into this spy sector when you were young, and now you're on a mission together and the smallest casualty happened. that casualty being your water breaking and twins who did not wait their turn.

Charlie sighed as he sat behind you, applying a heatpack and pressure to your lower back, looking focused as ever

"how's it feel knowing I'm gonna watch you push out not one but two little babies, huh?" he smirked, one hand going to your rear and gently touching to make sure you were doing okay. he placed another towel under you, rubbing your back

"okay, okay, I get it, shush. the more you stress the harder its gonna be to pop them out."