An Uncharted, Unnamed Island in the Middle of the Pacific
She had spent the last month of her pregnancy on a secluded island. It was uncharted and unnamed. Through an innovative combination of technology and magic, both of which were donated by some of her closest friends, this island not only didn't show up on any records, but only those who knew it's express location were actually able to find it. There was a charm on it's coordinates, they were remembered only by those who had been given permission to know them and they were remembered only when needed. It had been an intricate process to combine charms and science, but no measure had been spared. This would be where Cass had made her home for the last month or so and where she would continue to do so. The island was somewhat small, as far as islands went. All supplies were flown in on a weekly basis. There was a grand manor that sat on the top of the island with an exquisite 360 degree view.
It was 6 PM in the evening and the sun had begun to set, casting a crimson-purple glow across the sea-green waters as it dipped below the horizon. Standing in the garden that opened up outside of the stairs that lead down from her bedroom terrace, Cass bent over slightly to smell a rose that was climbing up a lattice. It was just then that a severe contraction overtook her, resulting in her to bend over from the pain, an arm held across her stomach as if that would do anything to suppress the pain that was tearing through her. She'd silently been suffering through what she thought was Braxton-Hicks contractions all day and she was just now starting to realize that the situation may be a bit more serious than that.
Less than a minute later and Halle Romanova, quite possibly Cass's closest confidant and greatest friend, stepped out of the shadows where she had been silently keeping an eye on her. Rushing next to her, she braced one arm around Cass's back and the other was resting gently on her upper arm. "How long have you been having contractions, Cassidy?"
They weren't too terribly close together, even now, but Cass knew that that could change at any moment. Lifting her head up, she looked into Halle's ice blue eyes, a small grimace on her face. "Eight hours, give or take. Thought they were Braxton Hicks, apparently not, though."
"Baby's coming. Can you walk?" There was a mixture of concern and take-charge attitude embedded in Halle's tone. She was a former soldier and quite a bit older than her appearance would have you believe, but underneath that somewhat rigid exterior was a truly warm heart.
"I'm fine. I can walk." Cass was always stubborn, never giving an inch. She didn't know the meaning of the word defeat. Even now, fully pregnant and in labor and she didn't give, although it probably would have been best if she had. Because before she knew it, she was hunched over in pain again, knowing that it shouldn't hurt this much.
"Right. That's enough of that." And with those simple words, Halle braced herself and lifted Cass. You wouldn't realize it looking at her lithely muscled body, but Halle was over sixty years old. She had been injected with a derivative of the Super Soldier Serum once upon a time and due to that, her aging was nearly halted and her body was in nearly superhuman physical condition, allowing her to perform strength feats such as the one she was doing just now.
Ten Minutes Later
Cass was laying in the ridiculously large bed of the master suite. It had been outfitted specifically for this occasion and to make her feel as at home as possible while she gave birth. Halle sat by her bedside as they waited for Dr. Saunders to come and give them the report of how far along Cass was and she was ready at a moment's notice to do whatever needed to be done. Grasping her left hand gently, Cass looked to her, a small smile gracing her slightly plump face despite the amount of discomfort that she was in. "Get Kastiel and Gambler and alert everybody else."
Mostly the two women were just on their own on the island. There was a steady group of highly vetted body guards. Friends dropped in every now and then, but they had both grown to actually love the solitude. Other than that, there was Kastiel. The man who Cass at this point in time regarded as a brother had set up a residence there, to Halle's constant annoyance. Cass could never figure out if the two truly despised each other or if there was some sort of underlying love/hate relationship. All she did know was that the sexual tension could be cut with a knife when they were in the same room together. Two days ago Gambler had arrived on a yacht as big as a house, never one to travel without flair and style.
Pulling out the mobile phone that she always carried, Halle punched in the number for Kastiel. One ring and he picked up, knowing that it was almost time. Never missing an opportunity to grate his nerves, Halle spoke. "High Lord Kastiel, would you be ever so kind as to grace us with your presence. The baby's coming." Cass looked at her and rolled her eyes, shaking her head in amusement. Before he could answer, Halle had hung up and called Gambler, informing him of the developments.
It was then that Dr. Saunders walked into the room. After a quick greeting and a cursory glance at everything, she peeked her head up, pulling off her latex gloves. "You're about five inches dilated, Cass. You've got a bit to go. There should be plenty of time for everybody to arrive here. Are we still forgoing the epidural?" Cass just nodded her head simply at that before she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She had the feeling that this was going to be a long night.