Of Repetition and Time

"Sweetheart..." Manuel frowned deeply. He'd never freally had to choose between Augustus and Luca before and he did not like it. "It will be okay."

Augustus ignored him, throwing his arm over his face to hide his eyes. His body trembled under his stress, dread radiating from him even though he had yet to say anything on the matter. All he coud think was that he was going to die. Finn would kill him, he would never see his baby and Manuel would marry Mack.
While Trever began setting up, Finn did the same. It was obvious though that Finn was not worried about being careful.

Manuel held onto his lover's hand so tight he was in danger of breaking the boy's wrist. But he had no control over it, he was just as nervous as Augustus.
"Sweetheart, I love you." He let his lips press to Augustus's temple.

"I love you too." Augustus turned his head to smile at Manuel, his hand twitching in his lovers grip. Finn moved over to them, scowling lightly at the couple as he marked where he was going to make his incisions.

"You're going to be just fine darling." He murmured in his thick accent, holding Augustus closed to him as he watched Finn carefully.

"Can you promise that?" Augustus's eyes pleaded with Manuel. He was trying so hard to put on a brave face for his lover but if was proving difficult. Especially when Finn pressed the blade into his stomach, bemused smile on his face as he slowly slid the knife across the skin, severing it.

"I can." Manuel nodded. "I promise you'll be fine." No matter what happened he knew he would do whatever he had to to make sure Augustus was okay...

Augustus pressed his hands over his face, his head thrown back in agony as Finn worked on him, the blade stained red with Augustus's blood.
"Suck it the f*ck up." Finn growled in irritation.

Manuel's jaw clenched in his irritation at Finn but figured it was not wise to piss off the man working on his lover in labor. So he simply whispered sweet nothings in Augustus's ear in his native language, knowing the boy enjoyed it most of the time.

Augustus tried to focus on Manuel, his teeth bared as wave after wave of pain washed over him. It was so helpless, but also it was a precious pain. He was going birth to his baby.
"I can see a head." Finn muttered softly, his eyes trained on the open wound in Augustus's stomach.

Manuel immediately leaned down, his heart swelling as he saw the head that Finn spoke of.
"Oh Augustus, he's precious..."

"H-He? Its a boy!?" Augustus had wanted it to be a surprise, even though he had been hoping for a boy. "Oh we have a boy!" Augustus hiccuped softly, reaching for Manuel's hand.

"Our little Elvis!" Manuel cooed, leaning up to press a kiss to the boy's lips as he squeezed his hand tighter.

Augustus nodded his head, weakly leaning his head back into the bed. He was so tired, he just wanted to rest his eyes and go to sleep. Manuel had their baby, and he was so tired of being in pain.
Finn snorted softly as he worked on the boy.
"Who in the hell is naming their kid Elvis?"

"We are." Manuel nodded his head, caressing Augustus's fiery red hair.

Killian was quiet, his face pale with blood loss. Trever was keeping him under watch but premature birthing was not good for the child or the parent. Getting their baby out proved to be a challenge with how tiny it was.
"Stay with me baby." Trever glanced up to his son, who had just closed his eyes as if sleeping.

Luca was biting his nails on one hand so hard it looks as if he would soon have none left as his other hand grasped Killian's so tight his knuckles were white.
"Killian baby, stay with me, please. God, please, stay with me."

"Keep him awake Luca." Trever reached up to gently stroke Killian's cheek, a worried frown taking over his features. "He is cold." As soon as he got this child out he would get his son a blanket.

"Hurry... please Trever." Luca asked worriedly, shaking his lover gently. "Killian please, keep those eyes open. For the love of god sweetheart wake up." His cries were becoming a bit frantic as he continued on.

"I got it." Trever tugged gently on the childs body, slowly withdrawing it from Killian's stomach. "Okay baby, just a little more." He hoped his son would get up, open his eyes and see his baby.

"Sweetheart, it's almost out." Luca pleaded, tugging on his lover's hand as he eyed Trever closely.

Trever slowly pulled the infant free of Killian's belly, his heart swelling as he held his grandchild. "Here he is..."

Luca glanced at the child for a moment, his eyes filled with love before he looked back to Killian.
"Killian... our baby... he's so gorgeous." Luca cooed.

Killian had yet to move, he had not even opened his eyes. Instead his lips had tinted a light purple, his breaths coming out labored and slow. His hair was mused and matted clinging to his face and head. He looked so weak, so vulnerable that it caused Trever's heart to sink.

Luca had never seen his lover so vulnerable and even though he had a brand new baby boy, he was on the verge of tears.
"Killian, baby, please... please be okay..." He begged softly.