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Before Geno Krieg's birth had happened, Mark's wife was on maternity leave, due to struggles with her pregnancy. But, she was not always struggling...

"Ooh, Mark! My breasts are still full of milk!" (She lifts her nursing bra as they begin kissing.) "Thank you, Mark; that kiss helped."

"I thought you pumped both breasts just last night! How can you be producing breast-milk with what have been bra-busters, Ginger?"

"I'm stunned by this as well, but I guess it's because I have been breastfeeding you for quite a long time."

"Gin, I'm sure pregnancies have helped with inducing lactation. But, the breastfeeding factor has been applicable as well."

"Well, I'm sure you'll have to share milk soon."

"I know, Gin; sharing equals caring."

"That's right, Mark. The same goes for my milk."

"So, Gin; the delivery date is some time in the next week. Think you'll someday miss the pregnancy?"

"I'm not sure; the maternity leave has helped out. However, it's too painful at times."

Mark carefully groped his wife's bosom as they kissed an additional time. "Oh, how I've really missed the romance from you, Darling," she said. Mark, with precisely well placed fondles, got his lover to feel hornier. Ginger looked with delight as he fondled more of her big breasts. "I think you might make me c-c-c-cum," she said while her ejaculation was now released. Mark raised his wife on the bed as they tried to sleep. But, Ginger still felt like complaining. "I think this pregnancy will grow to reward us both," she thought. During that night, she felt her big belly aching. Mark still slept with difficulty as his wife Ginger would then hurry to the bathroom. She sat nervously on the toilet as she awaited the worst outcomes, such as diarrhea. But, what she saw shocked her. "I woke up, just to pee? Well, this is unexpected," she thought. After drying her wet urethra with a medical wipe, Ginger felt relieved of the struggle for the night. She lifted up her panties as she then slowly washed her hands.

Luckily, her bathroom break did not wake Mark up, and now they can rest up for the night. The next morning, Mark saw his wife struggling to stand on both of her feet. "Gin, do you need that cane now," he asked. Ginger gave him a calm expression as he gave her wood cane. "Thank you. I might be standing a bit more easily," she said. Mark noticed his wife's lactation stains on her bra. "I see you're producing gallons of milk," he said. Ginger gave him a serious look on her face. "Actually, I'll soon be going into labor," she said. Mark looked skeptically as she hugged to his side. "Please, I would not lie to you for the delivery," she said. Mark hugged his wife back as he teleported the both of them. As they arrived to the hospital, Mark saw a busty vixen ogle at his bulge. "Hi there, Hot Stuff. What's your name," she said. Mark noticed she was enjoying the sight of him.

My name is Mark, and my friend's going into labor," he said as he showed his identity card. The vixen smiled at his answer. "I'm Julia. It is nice to meet you, Mr. Krieg," she said, but now noticing his wife Ginger with a cane. "What is you relationship with her, Mark," she asked. "She's been one of my best friends," Mark said a little anxiously. Understanding how much his "friend" has meant to him, she rang up a delivery staff. "We'll help her out the most in the delivery room," she said. Ginger gave out a nervous smile. "Thank you; we're expecting this to go slowly for now," she said. The delivery room's staff walked up to the three and analyzed Ginger. "She seems to be close to delivering her cub soon," one of them wrote down. A male nurse motioned Ginger and Mark to follow the staff to the delivery room. "We will help you push through this," he said. Julia signaled one of the receptionists to take her place for now. Her boss, who saw this, motioned Julia to see him at once.

"Where are you off to now? There's still a shortage of employees."

"I want to see my great-grandchild."

"What?! That man's possibly your grandson?!"

"Yes. His name is Mark Kovu Krieg... I remember that guy now."

"Well, all right. You never brought up your family in past conversations."

"Jaime, sir, can I please watch for the childbirth?"

"Since your grandson's in the family, along with a few extra hours you have worked, I'll let you watch that birth."

"Oh? You would?"

"Yes, Julia Zorra; you can visit Mark Krieg's family."

"Thank you, sir! I'm glad you've been very generous." (She steps outside of Jaime's office.)

Ginger was rested on a mattress as she awaited for the birthing. "Mark, I swear on your dads' graves that I will give birth soon," she said when giving the five fathers gesture. Mark looked shocked at his wife, who was probably in a mood-swing, but could not excuse her behavior. "I hate you, Gin," he whispered silently to her. Ginger nervously gulped as he left the delivery room, realizing just what gesture she gave. "Wait, please come back," she cried. Upon sitting in the waiting room for families with a child-birthing patient, Julia noticed Mark in the room. "Why aren't you in the delivery room with your friend you brought in," she asked. Mark frowned from the genuine sadness that he felt. "She reminded me about how my mom has been raped by multiple people, all of whom were responsible for my mom's death," he said. Julia's face grew paler as she heard him out. "My God... That must sound very disturbing to think of," she thought. She hugged him as he cried.

"Mark, please don't cry. I'll be here to help you through hard times," she said. As Mark now listened closer to the vixen's voice, he remember his mother's voice heard. "Hey, I know that voice. She sounds like my mom," he thought. "What's motivating you to care for me," Mark asked. "My name is Julia Zorra. Your mother Vixi was the daughter I had," she said. Mark looked astonished at the vixen. "I'm her grandson and have been acknowledged as part of the Zorra legacy," he thought. Julia smiled as Mark's expression grew to be happier with a smile he now had. "Thank, you Grandma," he said. Julia giggled from her new honorary. "Please, feel free to call me Julia. Either that, or Julie would also work," she said. "Why has that somehow been your preference," asked Mark. Julia motioned him to look her in the eyes.

"Mark?"

"What would you want to say to me?"

"I know how much you care for your wife."

"You mean Ginger, my anthropomorphic Garchomp?"

"Yep, her. I bet she can make it through."

"Why is that?"

"Zorra and Krieg childbirths take priority over anything else in this place. The staff wants a safe delivery for your son."

"Why would that be for my son in particular?"

"My boyfriend and I treasure you and your offspring. They'll help expand the Kriegs' history."

"Julia, how long will Ginger be at this establishment?"

"It will probably be a while. I gave birth many decades ago in that room."

"I see. I just hope that she's respectful to the staff that planned on helping her out through her first time delivering a son we could raise. Honestly, it would be her mood-swings that have made her crazy, so I feel embarrassed."

"Why feel embarrassed by her mood-swings? Mine stopped during the last century..."

Mark look surprised upon hearing this. "Just how old are you these days," he asked. Julia laughed while she maintained a grin through this. "Your father Raigeki was not as old," she said. "So, what is even that age difference," asked Mark. "Two years, I think," replied Julia. Mark was puzzled about her age, but more on how she's alive. "How did you live for so long," he asked. Julia wrapped an arm around him as she spoke. "My boyfriend and I eventually passed away. But, we've luckily both been revived. That's why I tend to appear to look like near my mid-30s," she said. Mark looked fascinated as he wrapped his left arm near her neck. "Thank you for speaking honestly to me," he said. Julia blushed with delight as both of them hugged. "If you want the truth, I knew who you were, because I sometimes see Lord Aku," she said.

Mark grinned delightfully as he and Julia walked towards the delivery room. Ginger held a small baby Garchomp in her arms. "Oh, um, hi, Mark," she said, remembering how she pissed him off. "So, Gin; looks like you did well," he said to his wife. Ginger presented the son to Mark. "As my own apology, please name him," she said. Mark held his son as his baby Garchomp smiled. "I think I'll happily call you Geno," he said to his "cub". Ginger looked surprised at her husband. "Are you sure that name would work," she asked. Geno cried loudly out of hunger. "See what you've done to him, Gin," asked Mark. Ginger looked sadly at their offspring. "I guess that officially is his name," she said as she presented a bottle to her young one. "Drink up, Geno. Mama's got extra milk," she said. Mark handed Geno back to Ginger as she tried bottle-feeding their son.

"I pumped milk slightly earlier, since I'm already making milk," she said. Julia smiled as she saw her very own great-grandson. "Mark, I'm glad you're a dad now," she said. "Actually, this is not my first kid," said Mark. Julia's jaw dropped immediately from shock. "But- how is that," she asked. Mark comfortingly looked at her the same way she looked at him. "My oldest son Mannrol is my child," he said. "I guess I'll have to learn more from you, too," she thought. Ginger motioned Mark to come closer. "Mark quit giving googly-eyes at the fox," she yelled. Geno became upset as he heard his mom shout and cried more. Mark looked embarrassed as he eventually left the room. "Julia, let's get going," he said. Julia giggled as she stepped out with him from the delivery room. Ginger looked angered by that vixen and how she was earning more of Mark's attention. "Fuck that damn bitch," she thought.

After roughly around one full month, Ginger was released from the hospital after giving birth. Once she flew home, she saw Mark greet her. "Your son and I are glad to have you back," he said. Ginger looked confused at her husband. "I thought you already hated my guts," she said. Mark sighed as he hugged her. "It was the gesture you gave earlier," he said. "Oh, how I aligned my left index finger with my-" she paused as she remembered the gesture's symbolism. "You disgraced my family and my mom, who was raped and tortured fatally," Mark said, now sounding angrier. Ginger, who was scared at this point, knew about Mark's own trauma he went through during his childhood. "I swore I didn't understand how that gesture offended you," she said. Mark clenched a fist, but tried to stay benevolent. "That has been heavily tabooed; the five fathers gesture that you've given me," he said. Ginger looked sadder at her husband.

"Mark, I'll try improving over this feud," she said as she cried. Mark realized that Ginger felt guilty, due to her gesture's offensive symbolism. She sobbed as her importance to him seemed destroyed, thanks to her. Strangely, Mark held his lover closer to his side. "Gin, as much as I'd hate you, albeit due to that rude gesture, you have still been my wife," he said. Ginger's eyes sparkled from her glimmer of some hope. "I'm sorry for igniting hate from you," she said as Mark let her hug him. "I'm sure I've already survived much worse," he said.