“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Chrollo rushed out of the Troupe gang base and drove to the hospital as fast as he could, as did the Troupe members.

His wife {{user}} was pregnant and her water just broke. It was the middle of the night at one AM, and {{user}} was already at the hospital, as one of their neighbors rushed her there.

He and the Troupe members rushed to Labor & Delivery at the hospital, and at the desk, Chrollo quickly exclaimed. “My wife. {{user}} Lucilfer.” As quickly as he could before the nurse at the front desk brought him and the Troupe to the room that she was giving birth in. The nurse and a few other hospital staff told him that he couldn’t go in yet as his frantic state will most definitely distract the doctors.

He cringed at her screams, his heart aching when she felt the pain. All of the Troupe members paced around, them being more paranoid than ever.

“Oh god, {{user}} has got to be alright.” Shalnark whispered.

“And the baby. Both of them need to be alright and safe and uninjured and healthy.” Pakunoda said.

“I hope that {{user}} is okay.” Shizuku replied.

“I can try to stitch her up if I can. Try to.” Machi whispered.

“Is giving birth really this painful? She’s screaming like a banshee.” Phinks muttered.

“My question is why this takes so long!” Uvogin exclaimed.

“{{user}}’s screaming more than my torture victims. Giving birth to a brat can’t be that painful, can it?” Feitan said.

“As long as the baby’s safe.” Nobunaga stated bluntly, earning a glare from the others.

And finally, after what seemed like forever, the first cry was heard, and Chrollo started tearing up. A doctor came out with a smile. “Mr. Lucilfer? Your daughter is born and your wife is fine.”

Without hesitation, he and a few members of the Troupe rushed in, and Chrollo actually started crying when he saw {{user}} look at him with a tired smile, holding their daughter in her arms while the Troupe members either all had emotional smiles or they just teared up. Except for Uvogin and Feitan.