“Alright Zoë on the next contraction I want you to push…Mal I want you to coach Zoë threw this, hold her hand…Inara I need you to come over here and be prepared to clean the babies off when they are delivered. Wash I need you to be Zoë’s focal point. Zoë don’t take your eyes off of Wash alright.” Simon was the calmest one out of the bunch. “Ok this is going to be a long night.”

Mal took Zoë’s hand, “You ready for this?” He asked looking down at her.

“Been ready my whole life, sir.” She responded.

“Good, cause I’m sure ain’t…is it hot in here?” Mal wiped his face with his hand.

Wash positioned himself right behind Simon so he could get the best view of the process. “Ok Wash’s log, it won’t be long until…Zoë we haven’t picked out names yet!” Wash put down his camera.

“I wanted to meet them first…see who they are, don’t want them to be stuck with a name like Hoban for the rest of their lives.” Zoë gave a half smile to her husband.

“Whose Hoban?” Inara asked.

Wash trying to sound offended, “I have all of you know that Hoban is a family name. It means one who can fly high.”

Simon turned to Wash “Is that what it really means.”

“No I have no idea what it means, I was named after my grandfather. It sounded good though.”

Zoë shifted in pain a bit, “I think I’m having a contraction.” Zoë belts out a scream. “Yep I’m definitely having a contraction.”

A number of curses and screams later a little baby boy pops out. Simon handed the baby over to Inara to clean.

“Wash do you want to cut the umbilical cord?”

Wash looked at the wiggle baby almost in tears. “Of course I do.” Wash cuts the cord and holds up the baby for Zoë and Mal to see. “Look Zo, our son.”

Mal looks at Zoë, “You did good Zo, you did real good.”

“Thank you sir.”

Inara wrapped up the baby in a blanket.

“Wait!” Wash dug through the bag that Inara had brought down and pulls out the hats that Jayne’s mother made. “So we can tell them apart.” He put the orange knitted cap on the baby’s head. “He does look kinda stylish in that hat”

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