Bane wasn't ready. He wasn't ready for this. Sure he told himself that four times in the past, and they made it out okay, but this time would be different. This time Belladonna, his beautiful, beautiful wife, was giving birth to a girl. A girl.

He was screwed. No. He was beyond screwed. Sure, he wasn't the one giving birth to his kid (which he was beyond thankful for), but still. He didn't know how to handle the responsibility of taking care of a girl. Hell, the only girl he ever took care of was his wife, and that's when she was pregnant. Well, there are other times when he took care of her, but that's not the point. If he couldn't take care of his own wife properly, how the f*ck was he going to take care of his daughter.

What if I mess up? What if I accidentally do something that'll make her hate me forever? What if...

He was so deep in thought that he almost forgot where he was. Until his wife reminded him in a very painful way.

"Damn, Bella. Are all women this strong when their giving birth, or is it just you?" He gritted his teeth, as his wife squeezed his hand again, while screaming in pain.

"Never again! I swear, I'm never doing this again!" She screamed out, practically breaking Bane's hand.

"You're doing good, ma'am. Just one more push." The doctor said.

Yup. It's broken. Looks like I'm not gonna play basketball for another month.

But he wisely kept it to himself, as his wife screamed for the last time. A new scream was suddenly heard, and this one wasn't from his wife.

"Congratulations, Mrs Solace. It's a healthy baby girl."

There was a thud, and suddenly, a grown man was sprawled out on the floor, leaving his wife sighing.

"He just can't stop fainting, can he?"

After a few minutes, he was finally awake, and he stood up, a small blush appeared from his face as he saw the knowing smile his wife was giving him.

Looks like I did it again.

He then took notice that his wife was holding a pink blanket, which was moving.His wife opened the blanket a bit more, showing a small head, with a sleeping face.

She's here. She's finally here.

"Had a nice nap, Bane?" His wife teased, smiling, not at him, but at the small baby she was holding closely to her chest.

"She's here." Bane said in an awed voice, ignoring his wife's teasing. "She's actually here."

"Yeah. You were knocked out long enough for me to put her to sleep," she laughed lightly. "Wanna hold her?"

At first, he would have just said he needed to go out and brag at the top of his lungs, but he thought he could save that for later. He cautiously took her out of her mother's hands, and took a close look at her. She then started fussing, and when she finally opened her eyes, Bane knew he was toast. No.

His daughter's eyes are exactly like her mother's. The same eyes that captured her heart. And damn, he only met his kid and he already knows that the baby got wrapped around her miniature finger.

"What're we gonna name her?" He asked his wife, still looking at his baby's cute little green eyes.

"I was thinking about naming her Buttercup," She answered, "so I guess you should give her her second name."

Bane already knew her second name. He didn't even need to think twice. "Jade. Her second name's Jade." He answered her. His wife smiled widely at the answer.

"Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Solace, but the rest of your family's getting a bit anxious." The doctor told them.

"Yeah, let 'em in. They need to meet the new family member." Bane smirked. The doctor nodded, and opened the door.

As soon as she did, five black haired boys ran in, climbing on the bed.

"Mommy! Daddy!" They all said in chorus, before asking a bunch of questions about why they were there in the first place. Bane silenced them, and they all saw the pink blanket he was holding.

"Daddy? Why you howd giwwy bwanket?" Asked Blaine, their three year old kid. Blaster, his twin nodded, wondering the same question.

Bane and Belladonna smiled knowingly, while all their sons suddenly looked at the pink girly blanket.

"It move!" Blade, their five year old son, said in awe. Brash, their four year old, started jumping on the bed, trying to see what's inside. Buster, the two year old, looked at his mama, who was petting his head.

"Kids, met your new sister." Bane smirked, showing them their new family member. The boys rushed to check it out, and saw the baby, who was looking at them in alarm, not knowing who they were.

"She so...tiny." Brash said, looking at her like she was a small christmas present.

Baby Buttercup suddenly made cute baby noises, and tried to reach out for Brash. Brash held on to the tiny hand, measuring it with his own.

"No fair! My turn!" Blade said and held on to Buttercup's hand.

"No! Ouw tuwn! Ouw tuwn!" Blaine and Blaster said at the same time.

"Kids, kids, you both get to hold her." Belladonna scolded them lightly, and took the baby from Bane. They all crowded her, curiously touching her hand and feeling her cheek, which made her make a few more baby sounds.

Bane suddenly looked like he remembered something, and he quietly slipt out of the room. Once he was out, he dialed a number, and a gruff voice answered.

"Hey, man. Listen, I need a favour from you. Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?"

"The f*ck would I teach you to shoot for?"

"I know, I know, it's out of the blue, but I need to learn. And can you make the targets into teenage male dummies? Just a question."

"...It's a girl, isn't it."

"Yup."

The guy sighed. "Fine, but if you get imprisoned for shooting some guy just because they were looking at your daughter for a few seconds, don't bring me into that."

"Yeah, yeah. Now, can you train me?"

"Training starts after a few weeks. I'll call you."

"Thanks man."

The guy hang up, and Bane contemplated on which gun he'll bring for the shooting lessons.

Whoever wants to date his daughter is in danger of loosing their balls.