On the 12th hour of the 1st day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. Which was more than a little werid considering that none of them had been expecting when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible. 

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He got number 8—a blonde haired little girl with bluish-greyish green eyes—from a young couple in London.

He got number 10— a little boy with black hair and green eyes from a place near the border.

And he got number 9 and number 11 from a little hospital not far from where he had built the academy.

Number 9 was a baby girl with brown eyes and brown hair. Number 11 was a red haired girl with Sliver eyes.

The two had placed near one another in the baby wing and had somehow managed to move to a 3rd container where a little boy with red hair and green eyes resided.

The three had been cuddling together together when Reginald walked in, looking for them.

He had succeeded managed to buy the two from their single mothers and wasn't planning on leaving without them.

Even if meant tearing them away from another baby.

Which is exactly what he did, causing all three infants to cry.

He then walked off without even trying to sooth any of them, leaving the shrieking little boy behind to grasp at the air. 

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He got 11 of them, sadly. 

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He also got each of them their own nanny since he couldn't possibly take care of each of them on his own. Even if he wanted to, which he didn't.

Which lead to this moment.

Reginald leading a parade of his own bought children, each being pushed in a numbered stroller by their own nanny in numerical order, to their new home. Only stopping when they were already infront of the Manor.

He turned to the nannies and by extension, the children, with a proud (smug?) smile on his face. And raised his arms, gesturing to the house ad he declared "This. Is. The. Umbrella Academy!"

None of the babies nor their nannies knew the hell they were in for. Not that they could have done anything if they had known.

That was just the way the story went because after all, you can't chose your family. Or at least you can't as a newborn...