Summary: Hans worries about the future.

Rating: K+

Picture link: lsayaku. deviantart. c*o*m /art/ HxS-Hans-Fear-120033707?q=gallery%3Alsayaku%2F7497425&qo=21

Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano, artwork belongs to Lsayaku, The Captain belongs to Seras and vice versa.

"This is Hans speaking German."

Fear

"Slow down, you're already too late!" One of the Wild Geese yelled as he bolted past.

Hans was surprised they could identify him; he was running so fast he should just be a blur to human eyes.

God he prayed it wasn't too late.

Sure footed as he was, he almost tripped down the staircase leading to the dungeon and then almost collided with Sir Integra as she came out of the room he shared with Seras.

She looked sympathetically at the frantic, panting werewolf in front of her. "You missed it by an hour."

He slumped against the wall and growled angrily.

"I shouldn't have sent you out this close to the due date, I'm sorry."

"Hans?" A tired voice called from inside the room.

Forgetting about Integra and missing the amused smile on her face, he went to his mate.

He wasn't the first man in history to miss his child being born and as long as mother and baby were healthy it didn't really matter. But this was the first child for both of them and it broke his heart that he hadn't seen it or been there to support the woman he loved through it, she must have been terrified.

And he swore that if the goddamn Frenchman had been there instead, Hans was going to rip the other eye out.

Violent thoughts vanished when he saw her, all thoughts vanished. His breath caught in his throat, his heart stopped, his legs went weak, his jaw went slack and his eyes went huge and blank.

Seven tiny white puppies stared at the newcomer with bright blue eyes, most yipped happily and squirmed in their mother's arms. However one (that clearly took after his father) glared at him, wary of the intruder.

"Congratulations, Mr. Gunsche," Seras was beaming proudly. "Um… It's a litter?"

Hans was frozen, all he could do was stare and think how nothing Schrodinger had ever done could prepare him for this.

"Look, its daddy," Seras cooed to the little fur balls, their tails wagging at her voice. "What do you think we should name them?"

Everything went black.

"Wake up," Seras said, nudging his bare chest gently.

Before his eyes had fully opened she spoke again.

"She's kicking!"

That pulled Hans right out of the dream and back to their bed, without waiting she grabbed his giant hand and placed it on her four month pregnant stomach.

He scooted closer, thumb brushing over the bump affectionately.

Seras frowned; she could still feel the baby stirring but no kicks. "She was doing it a minute ago… Try talking to her."

He looked up at his mate then at her stomach, leaning forward uncertainly.

"And say more than one word," she advised.

Hans chuckled, "hello, little one-"

"She doesn't speak German."

"She doesn't speak anything," the werewolf pointed out. "Hello, little one. It's your father…"

He really didn't know what to say to a fetus.

"Please don't hurt your mother on the way out."

There was a sharp impact against his hand that almost made him jump back. Seras laughed at the look on his face, she rarely saw him surprised.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"No, just feels really strange," she watched curiously as Hans pressed his ear against her belly. "What are you doing?"

"Listening."

Seras rolled her eyes, he was back to using as few words as possible. "What are you listening to?"

"Her heartbeat."

The vampire softened and combed her fingers through his white hair while Hans concentrated, making sure there was just one heartbeat in there.

Hans loved Seras, he loved any and all babies they would have, but he could not handle more than one yet. If they were anything like he and his sisters had been when he they were pups then God only knew the mischief they would get into.

The Wild Geese certainly wouldn't help; the mercenaries would probably encourage them and give them ideas.

And how could he possibly protect that many of them? Schrodinger's smiling face appeared in his mind.

He hadn't even been able to protect one.

Red eyes started to droop and the soon to be mother yawned, Hans kissed the bump and said a soft goodnight to his daughter before pulling his mate down to settle on his chest.

Yep, definitely just one heartbeat.