The group is seated in one of Stolas's lavish but comfortable lounges. A fire crackles in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/N sits in the center of the couch, with Loona lazily leaning against him, scrolling through her phone, her tail occasionally flicking against his leg. Verosika sips a glass of wine, her arm draped over the back of the couch behind Y/N, smirking at something Beelzebub just said. Octavia, resting a hand on her baby bump, is curled up in an armchair nearby, her usual goth aesthetic softened by a loose, cozy sweater.

Beelzebub: [laughing] Seriously though, Stolas's pantry is insane. I mean, dude has everything! Did you see the honeycombs? Like, straight-up beehive-level honeycombs! I might've swiped one or two... or seven.

Verosika: [rolling her eyes] Of course you did, Bee. You're like a sugar tornado.

Beelzebub: [grinning] Can't help it! Energy's gotta come from somewhere, babe.

Loona glances up from her phone, snorting.

Loona: Yeah, great. More snacks for you to inhale while I have to wrestle the last damn bag of chips from you.

Y/N: Well...to be fair, Bee does burn through it faster than anyone else here.

Beelzebub throws a playful pout toward Y/N.

Beelzebub: Oh, c'mon, Y/N! You're supposed to defend me! Aren't I, like, the cutest one here?

Loona: [deadpan] Sure, if 'cute' means eating enough sugar to kill a small country.

Verosika smirks, leaning closer to Y/N.

Verosika: Don't listen to her, Y/N. We all know who the real showstopper is around here. [she winks teasingly]

Octavia lets out a tired laugh from her spot in the armchair.

Octavia: Can you all stop competing for his attention for five minutes? I'm trying to enjoy the peace before this kid starts kicking again.

Y/N turns to Octavia, his expression softening.

Y/N: You holding up okay, Via? Do you need anything?

Octavia shakes her head, a small smile on her lips.

Octavia: I'm fine. Just... tired. Thanks for asking, though.

Loona glances at Octavia, her usual tough demeanor softening slightly.

Loona: [muttering] You should probably put your feet up or something. That's what, uh... people do when they're pregnant, right?

Octavia: [raising an eyebrow] Wow, Loona. I didn't know you cared.

Loona: [grumbling, looking away] I don't. Just... don't want you bitching about swollen ankles later.

The room bursts into light laughter, even Octavia chuckling at Loona's awkward attempt at compassion. Beelzebub tosses a honeycomb from her pocket to Octavia, who catches it with a surprised look.

Beelzebub: Snack for the mom-to-be. Compliments of Stolas's pantry raid.

Octavia shakes her head, amused, as Verosika refills her wine glass and offers Y/N a sip. He politely declines, causing Verosika to raise an eyebrow.

Verosika: What, too classy to share a drink with me now?

Y/N: N-no. Someone has to make sure you don't get tipsy and start singing. Remember last time?

Loona snickers while Beelzebub chokes on her laughter, and Verosika swats Y/N's shoulder playfully.

Verosika: [mock offended] You loved my singing!

Loona: [snorting] Yeah, 'loved' as in 'couldn't get you to shut up for hours.'

Loona's gaze shifts toward Y/N's Cenobites, who linger in the shadows of Stolas's expansive lounge. Their unsettling presence contrasts sharply with the warm atmosphere in the room. Seamstress stands still, her needle and thread motionless, while Cartoonist sketches absentmindedly, occasionally glancing at Octavia with wariness. Brute leans against the wall, arms crossed, as Ace nervously shuffles a deck of razor-sharp cards, careful not to draw attention. Loona raises an eyebrow, noticing how uncharacteristically distant they seem from Octavia.

Loona: [nudging Y/N] Your creepy squad's keeping their distance from Via. What's up with that?

Y/N follows Loona's gaze, noticing the Cenobites' uneasy behavior.

Y/N: [scratching the back of his head] Yeah... they've been on edge around her ever since... well, you know.

Loona tilts her head, confused.

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Octavia stands in the middle of the grand library, her face twisted in frustration. Her pregnancy-induced mood swings have reached their peak, and this time, the unfortunate targets are Y/N's Cenobites.

Octavia: [yelling] I swear, if one more of you things makes a comment about my cravings or how slow I'm walking, I'm going to lose it!

Ace chuckles nervously, trying to lighten the mood.

Seamstress: I was simply asking if you were okay.

Ace: What's the big deal?

That was the wrong thing to say. Octavia's eyes glow with fury as she lets out a guttural scream and lunges at him. Before Ace can react, she grabs his chair—with him still in it—and hurls it out the window.

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Cartoonist: [ducking behind Brute] Told you to keep your mouth shut!

Seamstress: [calm but firm] She's hormonal. It's not wise to provoke her.

Happy Amphibian: [grinning slightly] Gotta admit, that throw was impressive.

Octavia rounds on the rest of them, breathing heavily, as Cartoonist frantically sketches a barrier to protect himself. Seamstress cautiously raises her hands, while Brute steps forward, attempting to calm the situation.

Octavia: [snarling] You think this is funny?! I'll show you funny!

Two hours later

Verosika: What the hell happened to you?

Seamstress: I...fell down the stairs.

———

Ace: [grumbling] Yeah... noted. Don't mess with the pregnant one.

Loona lets out a low whistle as the flashback ends.

Loona: [smirking] Damn, no wonder they're keeping their distance. She turned Ace into a goddamn frisbee.

Y/N sighs, rubbing his temples.

Y/N: Yeah, they've been treading lightly around her ever since. Not that I blame them. I mean, she's been... intense.

Verosika: [chuckling] Intense? That's putting it lightly. She almost turned Brute into a pancake the other day.

Y/N glances over at his Cenobites, who remain frozen like statues, clearly trying not to provoke Octavia.

Octavia suddenly gasps, her hand flying to her belly as she doubles over slightly. The room falls silent, the calm atmosphere shattered by her sharp intake of breath.

Octavia: [strained] Oh... oh, shit.

Y/N, sitting next to Loona, immediately tenses, his hands gripping his knees as his eyes dart nervously to Octavia. He stammers, unsure of what to do, his words stumbling out in a jumble.

Y/N: U-uh, um... w-what's... what's happening? Is it—?

Octavia: [through gritted teeth] It's happening. The baby. It's... it's coming.

Loona's eyes widen, and she's on her feet in a second, her usual tough demeanor replaced by genuine concern.

Verosika: Oh fuck! Now?!

Loona: [firmly] Okay, okay, let's not panic. Breathe, Via. Deep breaths. Y/N, grab her hand or something!

Y/N freezes, his face pale as he fidgets nervously. He hesitates before tentatively reaching out, his hand trembling. He barely brushes Octavia's arm before pulling back, clearly overwhelmed.

Y/N: [voice cracking] I—I don't know what to do! What if I mess it up?

Octavia lets out a sharp groan, her claws digging into the arm of the chair. Beelzebub swoops in, her usual carefree attitude taking a backseat to her quick thinking.

Beelzebub: [calm but commanding] Loony, call the doctor. Y/N, it's fine, you're doing great. Cenobites, one of you get Stolas! Verosika, and two Cenobites pack bags for the hospital! Just stay with her, okay? She needs someone to help her stay calm.

Filmmaker: I'll get Stolas.

Loona quickly grabs her phone, dialing while pacing the room. Y/N nods stiffly, swallowing hard as he kneels awkwardly beside Octavia. His shy nature makes him hesitant, but he forces himself to stay, his hands shaking as he hovers them over hers.

Y/N: [softly] O-okay, um... y-you're doing... g-good. I'm here. I'll, uh... I'll help.

Octavia's eyes, despite the pain, flicker toward Y/N. She grips his hand tightly, and though Y/N flinches at first, he doesn't pull away this time. He looks up at her, his anxiety still visible but now mixed with determination.

Octavia: [panting] You're... doing fine, Y/N. Just... just don't pass out on me, okay?

Cartoonist peeks out from behind a piece of furniture, wide-eyed and hesitant.

Cartoonist: [muttering] Should we... like, I don't know, draw something?

Loona: [snapping] Shut up and stay out of the way!

Beelzebub kneels down on Octavia's other side, helping to steady her breathing while Y/N focuses on keeping her calm. Despite his obvious discomfort, Y/N starts to mumble softly, trying to reassure her.

Y/N: [quietly] I-It's gonna be okay. J-just... b-breathe. I'm here.

Octavia lets out another sharp cry, her grip on Y/N's hand tightening. Y/N winces but doesn't pull away, his free hand instinctively brushing her hair out of her face in a rare moment of bravery.

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Verosika, Seamstress, and Cartoonist scramble through Octavia's room, gathering items for a hospital bag. Despite the urgency, the scene quickly devolves into chaos as their personalities clash.

Verosika: [digging through Octavia's closet] Okay, we need essentials—clothes, toiletries, maybe a comfort item? Something cute and practical.

Seamstress: [calmly folding clothes] Practical? That implies you're leaving behind half of this room's clutter.

Cartoonist: [sitting on the floor, doodling in a notebook] I could just create her a cartoon version of a bag. Easier. Less stress.

Verosika: [snapping] Oh, for Hell's sake, help instead of sitting there doodling!

Cartoonist: [without looking up] I am helping. Comic relief. And creating.

He pulled a bag out of his sketch.

Verosika: Oh...

Seamstress: [dryly] You're comedic, alright. Verosika, toss me that hoodie. Octavia always wears it.

Verosika snatches Octavia's favorite oversized hoodie and throws it to Seamstress, who neatly folds it into the bag. Seamstress's precision makes Verosika roll her eyes as she shoves other items in less carefully.

Verosika: [grumbling] We're packing for a hospital, not a runway show.

Seamstress: [coolly] She'll want comfort, not chaos. Which means no throwing things in like you're stuffing a suitcase for Vegas.

Cartoonist: [holding up a quick drawing of a goofy hospital bag] Or we could pack this! Sturdy. Cartoon physics. Carries everything.

Verosika: [snatching the notebook and glaring at him] I will shove this pencil down your throat.

————

15 minutes later

Filmmaker kept walking until he spots Stolas calmly sipping tea in his study, completely unaware of the chaos erupting elsewhere in the house.

Filmmaker: [urgent but cool-toned] Your Grace, there's a situation.

Stolas looks up, startled, his teacup pausing mid-air. His feathers ruffle slightly at the Filmmaker's sudden appearance.

Stolas: [curious] Oh? What sort of situation?

Filmmaker: [deadpan] Your daughter is about to pop. Labor. Screaming. General panic. Might want to intervene.

Stolas's eyes widen in alarm, and he nearly spills his tea as he rises to his feet, his usual regal demeanor slipping into frantic concern.

Stolas: [voice rising] What?! Octavia's in labor? Why wasn't I informed sooner?!

Filmmaker: [shrugs] Just did. Plus this place is impossible to navigate. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go make sure nobody dies of a heart attack.

Before Stolas can respond, the Filmmaker took off running.

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Back in the room, Y/N is still nervously holding Octavia's hand as Beelzebub and Loona try to keep things under control. When Stolas bursts into the room, his eyes lock on his daughter, and his panic shifts to fatherly determination.

Stolas: [breathless] My darling! I'm here! What do you need?

Loona: [gritting her teeth] A doctor would be nice!

Beelzebub: [grinning despite the tension] Or a miracle. Whichever comes first.

Stolas quickly takes charge, kneeling by Octavia's side and stroking her hair comfortingly.

The sound of sirens echoes through the mansion's driveway as the ambulance pulls up, its lights flashing brightly against the darkened sky. Verosika, Seamstress, and Cartoonist rush to the door with Octavia's packed bag while Y/N nervously stands nearby, fidgeting and glancing toward Octavia. Beelzebub and Loona are by her side, trying to keep her calm.

Paramedic 1: [stepping out of the ambulance] We're here for Octavia Goetia.

Stolas: [anxiously guiding the paramedics inside] She's in labor. Please, take care of her.

The paramedics move quickly, helping Octavia onto a stretcher. She winces in pain, gripping Verosika's hand tightly as they wheel her toward the ambulance.

Octavia: [through gritted teeth] Don't forget the bag!

Seamstress: [handing it over to a paramedic] It's all here. Essentials.

Cartoonist: [leaning against the doorway] Yeah, I wanted to pack her a cartoon bag, but someone shot that idea down.

Verosika: [hissing at him] Shut up.

Y/N hovers nearby, overwhelmed and unsure of what to do. His hands tremble slightly as he looks at Octavia, unsure whether to follow or stay behind. Loona notices and puts a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Loona: [softly] Hey, it's gonna be okay. Just stay close. She'll want you there.

Y/N nods shyly and follows as they help Octavia into the ambulance. He hoped in after her, while Stolas pauses at the door, looking back at Y/N and the others.

Stolas: [calm but firm] The rest of you, follow in another vehicle. There's no time to waste.

———

Within a few intense hours, Octavia was rushed into the hospital's delivery ward. Y/N stayed close to her side, holding her hand as the nurses prepared her for labor. Stolas, Loona, Verosika, and Beelzebub waited anxiously in the lounge, pacing and stealing glances toward the delivery room. Seamstress sat quietly, sewing a tiny blanket as a distraction, while Cartoonist doodled nervously in a notepad.

brought their attention to the door.

Nurse: [smiling warmly] The egg has been delivered, and everything went smoothly. Octavia and the baby are doing well.

The group collectively exhaled in relief. Y/N appeared moments later, his face radiant with joy and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Y/N: [beaming] It's a boy.

The group followed him into the room where Octavia lay resting, her feathers slightly ruffled but her expression calm and proud. Beside her, the egg had already begun to crack open, the first signs of life breaking through the delicate shell. Everyone gathered around as the shell finally gave way, revealing a tiny, pink and grey skinned, grey skinned baby boy with dark red eyes and small, soft talons. His cries were soft but filled the room with warmth.

(He looks like a mix of Octavia and Y/N.)

Octavia: [smiling weakly] He's perfect.

Beelzebub: [grinning] Damn right he is. Little guy's already got his first party squad waiting.

Loona: [nudging Y/N] Go on. Say hi to him.

Y/N hesitated, shyly stepping closer to the baby. He knelt down by Octavia's side, staring in awe at the tiny bundle. The baby blinked up at him, and Y/N couldn't help but smile softly.

Y/N: [whispering] Hi there... Welcome to the world.

Verosika leaned against the bed with a smirk, watching the tender moment.

Verosika: [teasing lightly] Well, looks like he already likes you, Y/N. You're gonna be his favorite.

Octavia laughed softly, her hand resting over the baby.

Octavia: Hey little guy. I'm your mama.

Octavia, still resting in the bed with the baby nestled in her arms, gazed up at Y/N with a soft smile. The room was filled with the warmth of their shared moment, the excitement of the new arrival settling into a peaceful quiet. She looked at Y/N, her eyes full of both gratitude and hope.

Octavia: [softly] Y/N, I... I want you to help me name him. You're his dad, after all.

Y/N blinked, the weight of her words settling in. He was shy and unsure, but there was something about this moment that felt right. He gently approached Octavia, looking at the baby in her arms. The little one squirmed slightly, his tiny feathers ruffling as his eyes fluttered open again, looking up at Y/N with curiosity.

Y/N: [quietly, unsure but hopeful] Maybe... Orion?

The room grew still for a moment, the suggestion hanging in the air. Octavia smiled, her eyes sparkling with approval as she gently cradled the baby closer to her chest.

Octavia: [nodding softly] Orion... That's perfect.