Voltron Short-Part 2

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The five have been locked in the same room for over a week now. There was TV, enough drawers for makeshift cribs, a King-sized bed, and a full bathroom. There was even a mini kitchen that a robot stocked every day at three. Nobody was allowed to visit them, so Keith and Mira spend most of their time talking about baby names and mindlinking their mates, leaving out the part about imprisonment to avoid panic, but today, there was a new issue. 

Keith had gone into labour and Mira had decided on him having a water birth since she couldn’t find enough cleaning supplies for him to birth his pup on the bed.

Despite her now noticeable baby bump, and three whining infants, she coached Keith through the labour, rubbing his back, swaying their hips together, and getting him into a tub. But then he accidentally let the mindlink open, allowing Lance to see that they were alone and had no supplies.

Voltron were already on their way back because of Sams distress call, but now he knew they needed to speed up. “Mira, what do I do?” Keith groans through a contraction. “I think your contractions are less than a minute apart, and I know you’re dilated, so push whenever. I'm going to look for scissors and clamps,” Mira whispers, putting a mirror at the edge of the tub so the parents can see what’s going on.

Mira takes deep breaths in the bedroom to try calming the cramps in her belly before Keith's groans make her quickly grab a shoelace and a nail clippers. When Mira sees that the head is out and Keith is still trying to push, despite his lack of oxygen, she drops to her knees to grab his face, “Keith, still attached to the umbilical cord, their head can be out while under water,” 

Keith instantly relaxes, taking a deep breath.

“Mira, you’re bleeding,” Keith gasps, putting his hand up to the girls eye and wiping the blood away, “High blood pressure, I’ll be fine, but I want you to start pushing, I’ll guide the shoulders,” 

And within the next ten minutes, Keith is holding his baby boy while Mira tosses the placenta into the trash, laying on the floor while trying to slow her heart beat, ignoring her leaking breasts and whiny children.

“So you can deliver children?” Admiral states, walking into the room, one week later while the moms are breastfeeding. “Whaaat? Noooo, never done that before,” Mira draws out, baring her teeth at the woman. 

“We have a few women on base in need of a midwife now that the Galra have shown up and blocked all ways of getting to a hospital. I’ll allow you free range if you agree to be the Garrisons midwife,” The asshole of a woman states, wrinkling her nose when the eldest triplet, Ethan, hisses in her general direction. “I want breastfeeding appropriate food and clothes that are easy to remove. I’ve lost too much weight from the diet you’re trying to put me on, and it’s only been a week and Keith is underweight,” Mira says and Iverson jumps in, “Agreed, might take a while on the clothes, but we can get a cart so the triplets can go with you,”