What is Love? (A Randy Fanfic)

Chapter Twelve

Rogue's POV
I was so bored that I had taken to cleaning. Seriously...cleaning. That's how bored I was. Meanwhile, my kids had just woken up from a nap.
"Mom, I'm so bored!" Miranda whined.
"Me too!" Sam whined as well. I pulled Felina over to my side.
"We could start training them?" She suggested softly.
"But they're not going into battle!" I protested.
"But it would be good for them to know." Felina said with finality.
"Fine." I grumbled. Felina turned around the two, who were looking at us expectantly.
"Well?" Miranda asked.
"Aunt Felina and I have decided that it's a great idea to start training you." I said. Sam grinned.
"Great! I can beat everybody up!" She exclaimed. Miranda looked at her nails.
Where did these two come from?
Felina and I started working them through basic drills, but it was enough to garuntee that they would be exhausted tomorrow. Right away I could see what I was going to have to work with. Sam was strong, but unexpected; if she got something wrong, she tended to shut down instead of fix it the next time. Miranda was hesitant, but once she committed herself, she was strong and surprisingly agile. Felina was currently helping Sam through a strong high kick. Sam mirrored it perfectly. Those are my kids...
After about five hours of training, we stopped so that everybody could relax. Felina had her hands on her stomach, and was breathing heavily.
"Felina? You ok?" I asked, worried.
"Y-ye-ah. Ah! No, no I am not fine!" She groaned.
"Where does it hurt?" I asked.
"Everywhere! Make it stop!" She exclaimed.
"Sam, get me a bucket of hot water. Miranda, I need towels. Lots of them." I commanded. I darted over to a bed, and stripped the sheets off of them. I laid them down on the floor, and move Felina onto them quickly.
"Ok, Felina. When the next contraction comes, push. Sam! Miranda!" I hollered. They came running in with the stuff I asked them for.
"Alright, I know you want to help, but stay in the bedroom. Close the door. Even I don't want to see this." I ordered. Neither of them argued, thank God. I quickly stripped Felina's jeans and underwear off. Her breathing picked up, and her eyes dilated.
"Push Felina!" I cried.