It was early morning when their daughter was finally born; 6:33 they were told.
It was about eight in the morning and Sylvie was sleeping. Carol had finally gone home a half hour ago.
Athos sat in the chair next to Sylvie's bed. He was exhausted, but couldn't sleep if he tried. Sylvie amazed him. He had no idea how she did it. It was hours of pain.
And they had a daughter. She was amazing. And he was scared to death. But completely in love. She was currently in the hospital nursery.
"Monsieur," a nurse stuck her head into the room. "There are three men here asking to see you," the woman looked rather exasperated. "They are very insistent even though I told them visiting hours weren't until nine."
Athos had to keep from rolling his eyes over his brothers. "I'll come out to see them," Athos got up following the nurse to his friends.
Athos entered the empty waiting room save three anxious men. He straightened his throat loudly to get their attention.
"Athos," d'Artagnan was the first to reach him and hugged him for all he was worth.
"Come on, stop hoggin him," Porthos said and taking his turn to hug him.
Aramis was last and after his hug left his arm around Athos' shoulders. "So?" He asked.
Athos' smile was gentle and happy. "It's a girl," he said.
A rumbling laughter came from deep inside Porthos. "Another girl."
"How's Sylvie?" d'Artagnan asked.
"She's sleeping. She's exhausted, but she's doing well," he must have had that look of awe whenever he thought of her because his friends were grinning ear to ear at him.
"Come on and sit," Aramis said guiding him over to the chairs. Apparently they could see he was tired too. They arranged the chairs in a semi-circle and sat down. "Do you have a name yet?"
"No," Athos said.
"I told you it wasn't easy," d'Artagnan said.
They talked a few more minutes before his brothers had to leave for work. Constance would be back in another week. They lucked out finding a daycare near the precinct. Elodie and Porthos had been taking Marie-Cessette there for a while now and Constance and d'Artagnan would be doing the same with Emily.
Sylvie lucked out as the school year was nearly up and she would be free to be with their daughter during the summer.
"Give Sylvie our love," Porthos said.
"Constance said she would be by around eleven. She'll have Emily with her if that's alright?" d'Artagnan said.
Athos assured him it would be fine while he walked out to the hall with them. Aramis hung back with him for a moment. "You know you're going to be good at this."
Athos looked dubious, but didn't say anything.
They took a quick detour to the nursery to show them his and Sylvie's daughter.
Eventually he had to say goodbye to them. When they were gone he returned to Sylvie's room.
"You need sleep too," Sylvie said to Athos a couple hours later.
"I'm not sure I could," Athos said.
Sylvie sat back against the pillows looking worried.
"What's wrong?" Athos asked.
"I told my mum last night my fears about being a good enough mother," she said.
Athos took her hand in his. "I know you'll probably think I'm exaggerating, but I know you are going to be a wonderful mother. I've seen how you are with your students and you have a wonderful heart," he kissed the back of her hand.
She smiled at him reaching out and running a hand through his hair. "I know you're worried too," she said and Athos couldn't help but freeze. He didn't think she realized. He realized foolishly he should not have tried to keep it from her.
"Athos, I know you and I know your father has put doubts in your head," her lips thinned and her eyes filled with anger. "If I ever see that man…"
Athos leaned over interrupting her with a kiss. "Thank you," he said.
"What for?" She asked.
"For being my hero," he said smiling brightly at her.
She snorted shaking her head amused.
"So, I was thinking about a name," Sylvie said.
"Oh?" He looked interested.
"Olivia Grace de la Fere," she said.
"You and Constance have known each other far too long," Athos said.
"Have we now?" Constance said from the doorway. She had Emily in her arms.
"What's this all about?" Constance asked.
"Sylvie wants to name our daughter the feminine of my name," Athos said.
Constance grinned. She then held her daughter out to Athos for him to take hold of. He took his niece without complaint.
"Gotta love a good looking man holding a baby," Sylvie said and Constance heartily agreed.
Athos looked up briefly rolling his eyes at his fiancée and sister. "Em, your maman and Aunt Sylvie are very silly," he pressed a light kiss to Emily's head.
Notes: I think it was pallysdeeks who suggested the name that's suggested in this chapter. It's also the name I used in another fic I wrote that was an Athos/Constance fic.
I decided to end this fic her and I plan to start another story in this universe directly following this story.