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Karma, for the moment, was too caught up in trying to figure out what her body was doing. The pain itself came in waves that were near-unbearable before receding again. All this and no drugs...

As she felt someone stroking her brow, she turned her head and blearily looked at Youko.

"You..." she said softly....her eyes still focusing after the latest bout of pain....then, as another hit, they narrowed again and she snarled. "YOU DID THIS TO MEEEEE!!!" she half-yelled, half-wailed in agony as she grabbed him by the hem of his shirt, his package not within reach this time. "I'm NOT David Bowie!!" she spat, deep down knowing she must sound like a thrashing, unreasonable viper and not caring.

As Dr. Kamiki entered the room, she felt a brief twinge of hope...that she'd be told everything was okay, that maybe they could make this stop since it was too soon...

...instead she was told it was time to push.

Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and contracted her belly's muscles.

There was a soft purring sound from nearby as the neck of Youko's shirt, still held prisoner in her grip, tore open down his chest like a poor mimicry of Hulk Hogan's old schtick.

Karma collapsed back against the pillows, exhausted, sore, and near-incoherant...

Her left ear twitched a bit as Kamiki spoke to her, she was vaguely sure she'd heard the word "twins" spoken.

It wasn't, however, until she let her head lull bonelessly to the side to examine the shadow that had fallen over her that it fully sank in as Kamiki presented her with, not one, but two infants.

Her eyes snapped wide and welled with tears. "They--oh my god, they're beautiful...." she breathed, her mouth hitching up at the corners in a tired smile as she gingerly reached out for them. In spite of the trauma of everything, and how upset she'd been prior to just now, she was starting to gain a full understanding of what these fabled "maternal instincts" were that she'd so often heard about...because suddenly nothing else mattered.

All she wanted at the moment was to hold her babies close to her.

Karma's ears perked at the sound of a woozy male voice and looked over the side of the bed at Youko.

Oh...he -was- still there, wasn't he...?

"Twins." she nodded, confirming this, though she didn't take her eyes from the infants as they were laid on her chest before they would be taken away to be cleaned and observed. She flicked her eyes to Youko, and though they held a protective motherly glitter in them, she didn't make any move to keep him away if he should want to come closer.

"Twins...??" Dave chimed in from nearby, just staring. "We only have -one- crib!"

"And Youko and Envy have another..." Karma replied softly, looking back down at the babies.

Karma looked up at Youko's bruising ear and winced, feeling like she should apologize for being so nasty....she just didn't react very well to pain, and had just been through a hell of a lot of it...

Instead she was silent for a minute before clearing her throat.

".....we never talked about names. Not even Dave and I. Everything happened so fast..." she admitted sheepishly.

"I hadn't expected them either..." she muttered. She recalled the stab of terror she'd felt after pushing out the one and realizing her body was still in the act of expelling the other. For a brief instant, she'd been horrified that her body was somehow turning itself inside-out as some sort of divine punishment from a diety that didn't look kindly upon ear-twisting foxcoons.

"What did you have in mind...?" she asked as Dave settled in beside Youko to admire the infants as well. It was all she could do currently to keep her head upright and her eyes open, she wasn't in any shape to rack her brain for baby names.

Karma felt a bit of a possessive twinge in her as she watched Youko pet the baby girl, but forced herself to calm again.

"Well neither was I..." she said quietly. "We didn't even get a gender at the last ultrasound and then they came out..."

She smoothed back the silky rust-colored vulpine ears of her little boy and looked ponderous....the doctors were going to want a name for the records. THey must think she, Youko, and Dave were dunderheads for not having thought this out better...

Her first thought was to call him Jacob, she'd always liked that name...but then reminded herself that had been the name of her first ill-remembered ex. Bleh...so that was a no-go.

She and Dave had always mused about naming their first son Randy so that they could later tell the child "We were, so you are", but he didn't look much like a Randy to her...

Then, quite out of nowhere, a name deposited itself in her brain....one that she mulled over in her mind for a moment before saying.

"Kendall." she muttered thoughtfully, looking at the little foxboy on her chest. "Kendall...." she said again, trying it out. Kendall what? He'd need a middle name...and she wasn't about to be outdone by Youko seeming to whip Raven Marie out of his tailpipe...

She thought again about how she'd acted during the delivery, still embarrassed but a little less-so now that she could get her thoughts together. Youko played Russian Roulette with the safety of his person when he decided to mouth off to a woman in labor, after all. He should know that they can get beyond nasty and become damn near feral.

Feral.....Ferrell?

"Kendall Ferrell." she said the name aloud just to see how it sounded, not meaning for it to sound as final as it did...but even as it left her lips, it was as though the name took substance and settled over the little boy in her arms, wrapping itself around him as his identity.