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Yahoo! We’ve got a baby train going again! Can we please get a fic of Basilio?

(I missed this big lug so much ;;; ____ ;;; )

Flavia had been teasing Basilio for months about how much of a worrywart he’d become. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his wife, whom he was three heads taller than, had really started to feel the effects of pregnancy.

From the seventh month of your pregnancy, you’d adopted “the waddle”, seeing as it had gotten increasingly difficult to walk about with a healthy baby that just kept growing.

You’d also started to become more averse to food and drink you used to adore, which had perhaps been the most frightening thing to change. It was very touch and go, trying to figure out what you’d want to eat (or what you could and couldn’t) each day. Then came the mood swings, the random bouts of illness, and the aches and pains that came with the changes to your body.

Basilio had gone from cheery and energetic to fretting far more often than not; long sighs replaced his laughter, and his days of training were typically replaced with doting on you by staying at your side, for fear of you being hurt or needing his help.

But now he was at the peak of worry. You’d gone into labor about two hours past midnight, all during a blizzard swirling around Ferox, no less. Basilio had burst out of the bedroom with his poor wife in his arms, carrying you straight to the medical wing of the castle while shouting that the queen was in labor.

You handled the labor like a champ, but it was quite clear that you were in terrible pain. Basilio could see as much when he was in the room with you. You’d taken his hand into yours in a death grip, and you were struggling with the contractions as any mother-to-be would.

“You’re doin’ great, sweetheart-” Basilio tried to comfort you, though he could only do so much from the sidelines besides riding out the waves of pain with you. “You’re doin’ just fine!”

“Lord Khan, we need more ice water.” The midwife told him before you could so much as eek out a response behind clenched teeth. Basilio looked up at her, troubled.

“You mean I’ve gotta go get it? Can’t you send anybody else?”

“We’re still waiting on help from the capital- the snow and the time of day has made it difficult for the clerics to come. We’re spread thin as-is…”

“I get it,” He sighed, looking back at you. You were able to look up at him, though it was clear you weren’t doing well. You were frightened, and you were in pain. “I’ll be right back.”

“You h-have to go?” You held his hand a little tighter. He managed something akin to a tight smile, though even you could tell in your haze that he wasn’t aching to go.

“They’re tryin’ to get the other clerics in from the storm. ‘Til they do, I’ve gotta be the errand boy. I’ll be quick, all right? I’ll be back before you know it.”

You were able to nod, but another contraction racked your body before you could give your blessing. He stayed long enough to help you through it, before he had to peel himself away to get the necessary supplies.

Basilio grabbed two large buckets from the clerics, heading out the doors with a very troubled expression on his face. Flavia was waiting outside, Lon’qu and Lissa both in attendance as well.

“Careful- you keep worrying and you’ll lose your beard hair too.” She grinned at him, though his ashen face was far from amused. Her smile faltered some, “That bad, huh?”

“We’re shorthanded,” He explained, holding up the buckets, “They’ve got me running errands when I need to be with Robin. She’s in a lot of pain.”

“That’s not abnormal,” Flavia tilted her head, “She’s going through childbirth; it’s the greatest struggle a woman can go through. If it makes you feel any better, I did send some mages and castle staff to help clear th epath for the clerics. We’re working to get them here as fast as we can.”

“Do you think they’d let me in to help?” Lissa asked worriedly, though Lon’qu was the first to shake his head.

“You’re kind to offer, Princess, but I’m afraid Feroxi and Ylissean methods of childbirth vary quite a bit. It’s more likely the midwife would see you as an obstacle rather than helpful. It might be better if you two can get down there and see if you can help with getting the clerics through.”

“All right…if it’ll help Robin, then I’ll do whatever you need me to! Let’s go, Lon’qu.” Lissa hurried down the corridor, her Myrmidon matching her pace. Basilio glanced back at Flavia, who gestured they head the opposite direction to fulfill his own mission.

It was strange seeing the boisterous ruler so uncharacteristically quiet and anxious. He had been so excited for the baby, but now he seemed frightened that anything could go wrong.

Sensing this, Flavia clapped a hand on his shoulder while they waited in the kitchens for the buckets to be refilled.

“Enough of the long face, oaf. You’re going to frighten the staff away.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you really blame me for being anxious? It looks like hell, what Robin’s goin’ through. And it doesn’t help she’s gotta do it in the middle of a winter storm- it’s like the gods looked at her and decided Morgan’s birth was gonna be the hardest possible day of her life. And I can’t do a thing about it, y’know?”

“You can be there for her, and assist with the delivery like you are now.” She pointed out, “What matters is that you’re there. Besides, the midwife hasn’t given any indication that it’s going poorly. If anything, it’s just a matter of waiting for the delivery to start.”

“You’re saying it’s supposed to look like she’s on the verge of death the entire time?”

“Every birth I ever assisted with in my village was just like that. Except the mothers didn’t have access to the best medical staff in the whole of the kingdom.” She pointed out, giving him a strong pat on the back. “So chin up, Khan- you’re only going to stress your wife out more if you look as freaked out as she does!”

“I’m sure it hasn’t helped, huh?” He agreed, sighing again. He straightened up, taking the buckets back now that they were filled with icy water. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling given the biting chill outside, but he didn’t dare question it. If you needed ice water, you were absolutely going to get it.

The pair were about halfway back before they spotted a maid rushing towards them both, looking quite frantic.

“Milord!! The queen’s ready to push!”

“Already?!”

“It’s noon, Basilio- at least ten hours have gone by.” She rolled her eyes, “Hurry back- I’ll take these and catch up!”

The Khan wasted absolutely no time, breaking into a sprint the second the pails of water were out of his hands. It was finally happening- you were moments away from the end of the journey.

It wasn’t much longer before he was back where they started, pushing through the heavy doors to find that he was not only in the throes of your delivery starting, but that Lissa was inside and at your bedside, coaching you through the pushing.

The delivery had already begun.

“Robin, I’m back! I’m here!!” Basilio said over the chaos of the midwife and clerics, taking Lissa’s place with a quick nod of thanks.

“The path is cleared- Lon’qu’s guiding them back, so they’ll be here in no time to come help Robin! I came back early to see if I could help.” Lissa explained quickly, an exhilarated smile on her face. “She’s doing great, Basilio! Morgan’s almost here!”

“Right,” He smiled back at her, before returning his full attention to his wife. You were staring at him with a notable spark of fear in your eyes, which he did wish he could wipe away.

“Y’hear that, Robin? We’re gettin’ close to the end of the road. Just a few pushes and we’ll have Morgan here, at last!”

“Y-yeah, I heard, I-I just…I don’t know if I can do it.” Your voice was strained and weak, but thick enough with fear that it alarmed Basilio.

“What’re you talkin’ about? We’re already this far in! Just a little bit more and we’re gonna be a whole family!”

“I-I’m just really…I’m tired, and i-it hurts so much, and I-I don’t think I can do it-”

“Hey, now.” He clasped your hand in both of his, kissing your fingers sweetly, “Don’t you worry about all that. If anybody can do this, you can! You absolutely can!”

You swallowed, absolutely beaten down by the circumstances. But nobody wanted Morgan more than you. Basilio was a close second, but he didn’t hold a candle.

So with a swift nod, you grabbed hold of Basilio and started pushing for all you were worth.

Basilio had never heard you cry out like he did that day. Your grip grew so tight that you ended up causing a hairline fracture in three different bones in his hand.

There were so many tears, so many curses (mostly spat at him), and encouragement that he was sure fell on deaf ears. But you still pushed on. The clerics finally broke through the weather and ran into the room, Lon’qu leading the charge for them to get to the queen.

It would be a full fifteen minutes of pushing before Morgan finally made it out, but the exact moment you heard your baby’s cry pierce the air…it was over.

“Robin…oh my gods, Robin!” Basilio gasped, his attention blinking between his absolutely exhausted wife and his very angry newborn son.

“It’s a boy!” The midwife announced, to cheers from Lissa, Basilio and the rest of the staff (you gave a wobbly smile). Though to be fair, that was wholly expected.

The Khan leaned down, wrapping his arms around you and peppering kisses into your hair.

“You did it! Just like I said you would, huh?” He said between pecks, making you giggle. He started to stroke your cheek, but found that moving his fingers caused a shock of immense pain to shoot through it.

“You…you good?” You breathed, and he retracted, realizing that there were some dark bruises showing almost exactly where you’d been gripping him.

“Who, me? Don’t you worry about me! You just had a baby! I’ll have Lissa take a look at my hand- I’m sure it’s nothin’.” He reassured you, “Just rest a second. I’ll be right back.”

He turned to said princess, who had quickly come to his side when he first mentioned her name. She bit back a laugh, taking out a Heal staff to address his wounds.

“Yeah, she broke your fingers.”

His face blanched.

“You’re jokin’, right?”

“Nope- pregnancy strength is no joke! I’m more surprised she didn’t break more of your hand.” She was grinning from ear to ear while she helped him off to the side. While they worked, you were carefully tended and cleaned up, given a fresh change of clothes and had your bedding replaced so that you could rest far more comfortably now that the worst was over.

Basilio watched over you the entire time, ready to jump into action with half a hand if necessary. Thankfully you were returned to your peace, and Morgan’s wails had quieted once he was bundled up nice and warm, on his way to his mother’s arms.

By the time the Khan’s healing was finished, he found that you were sitting upright, gently bouncing a very tiny bunch of blankets that no doubt was occupied by a handsome young fellow.

“Congratulations,” Lissa whispered to him, ushering him to your side before escaping the delivery room with the rest of the quieted clerics.

The chaos was finally over. Now, it was just the two of you, alone in bed with a squeaky, squirmy baby.

“Robin?” Basilio called to you carefully, walking back to the bedside. You turned to him, the smile he’d missed for months finally back on your lips.

“How’s your hand?”

“All better,” He replied, nervously glancing at the package in your arms. “You two, uh…how are you guys doing?”

“We’re fine…just fine.” You returned your attention to your little one, tilting your arm just slightly so Basilio could get a good look at him. He leaned forward in his seat, practically halfway onto the bed when he was able to spot that little face.

He was crinkling his nose and his brow furrowed, but every time you touched his cheek or cooed his name, Morgan would calm, and his expression would ease.

“Well, well, well…would you look at that.” Basilio was all but glowing. His hand settled over the blankets, feeling the teeny warmth that a newborn seemed to radiate. “Morgan’s just as handsome as I thought he’d be.”

“I think he’s even more so.” You remarked, making him chuckle.

“He’s gonna be a hell of a looker, that’s for sure. No doubt he’ll be whip smart, too…think he could be even smarter than his future version?”

“Are you trying to pit our sons against each other before one of them can even sit up?” You laughed at his musings, to which he shrugged.

“I didn’t say that! I just thought, y’know, since it’s a different timeline and all…I wonder how different this Morgan’ll be.”

“I doubt they’ll be too different. I’m sure he’ll be just as sweet, smart and strong as his older brother.”

“No doubt about it.” Basilio hummed in agreement, “...Though hopefully this one’ll hit a growth spurt. It’s no fun bein’ the only tall one in the family!”

“Just for that, I hope he’s shorter than me.”

“Don’t do that to him!” Basilio gasped, “He’s gotta be a giant like his old man, you hear me?”

“I mean, I do, but I don’t have any control over that.”

“We’ll just see about that.”

“...What are you planning to do to our barely-half-an-hour old son?”

“Nothin’...yet.” You shook your head, flicking Basilio’s forehead to put a proper stop to his antics. The pair of you dissolved into laughter, and the rest of your snowy afternoon was spent cuddling Morgan, taking turns holding the itty bitty baby and plotting out the hopeful future you looked forward to as a lovely new family.

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