Post by Katrina on Jun 29, 2011 22:13:42 GMT 1
I have not abandoned either of my other fics. This came about because of my feelings about the spoilers and an idea that came in to my head and WOULD NOT LEAVE.
I don't think this will be any more than 3 or 4 parts (two of which are written).
So I hope you enjoy - as always I love comments.
He held her in his strong arms. A tiny newborn baby. His newborn. The midwife standing behind him chuckled slightly at the sight of the frozen man gazing in absolute rapture at the baby. He was a doctor – a man who held countless infants in his time and yet here he stood entranced.
“Would you like to cut the cord?” She asked, feeling a little guilty at breaking the spell he was under. He nodded mutely still overcome with the emotion of the moment. How long the journey to this second had been. The midwife guided him to make the cut and then gently he passed the baby from his own arms in to the arms of his partner. As he withdrew his arms from hers, the brief moment as they both held their tiny miracle passed and he felt his arms ache for the slight weight of his daughter. He knew that soon she wouldn't be that tiny little infant. That before long her body would no longer melt in his arms and mould to him. That she would grow and change with each passing second leaving him longing for time to slow.
“I'll give you three a moment” The midwife said tactfully smiling at the scene before her. She had grown to care for the couple over their journey. She saw a misty look pass of the couples faces as it dawned on them finally that they were no longer a couple of two but rather a family of three.
The new mum allowed her finger to trail over the outline of her new daughters face. Taking in every minute detail. The soft dark hair on the babies head, the tiny rosy bow of her lips and the tiny perfect fingernails. She was a perfect little doll. And yet she was real. And even more than that she was hers.
“Hello beautiful” she whispered, lowering her head to her daughters. She gently placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead and allowed herself to breathe in her daughter's smell. She said a silent prayer of thanks. For once she felt blessed. For once she felt that maybe someone was looking down on her and smiling. So she gave her thanks for this little piece of heaven, this little angel girl that she held in her arms.
“Just like you” he said quietly and she looked up at him. His eyes were moist and he had this stupid smile on his face. He looked so comical that she almost wanted to laugh. But then she checked herself. She could feel her own face split wide with a smile, her own eyes filled with tears of absolute joy. She had cried enough tears of sadness to flood a small country. There had been enough tears in her life that she sometimes wondered how any more could exist. Surely her tear ducts had been exhausted years before. But these tears were so different.
“She's got your genes too” She said, a few of the tears spilling over her cheeks as she gave a slight giggle of hysteria. He grinned too. This precious little person – a blessed mixture of them both. She studied her daughter's tiny features and tried to imagine what had come from herself and what had come from him.
“Poor little lady” He said. Throughout the whole time she had been pregnant he had dreamt of this baby girl. Of having this beautiful miniature version of his gorgeous partner. That's how he had always seen her. She had told him of how she desired a little boy in his image but he had always laughed at that – always telling her that they would have a daughter. He'd never for a moment expected a son. She had always laughed right back at him telling him that noone would want another version of her. It had been a discussion they'd had so many times and one which was always ended by him kissing her and telling her that whatever they had he or she would be loved and cherished and beautiful.
“Can you bring me the photo?” She asked, looking up at him and he smiled. This one was of the things they discussed at length during her pregnancy. The only thing she had set in stone when it came to a birth plan. He went to the little cabinet by the side of her bed and looked for a moment at the photo. It was a lovely photo taken so many years before that it had faded slightly. More tears spilled as she looked at the photo when he finally held it in front of her. She twisted herself slightly in the bed, wincing only slightly, in order to show the baby off fully.
“Look mummy, your first granddaughter” She said, her voice wavering as she spoke. She looked down at her beautiful face of her daughter. The baby blinked and moved her lips. Then she turned her attention back to the frozen face of her mother in the photo. “Isn't she beautiful? I bet you're so proud of her mummy” She wished her mum could be here. She wished that she could pass the baby in to her mother's arms and watch as her mother became mesmerised by the beauty of her first grandchild. Bringing her photo in to the delivery room had seemed like a way of allowing her mother to be here.
“Want me to go tell everyone?” He said with a smile. He couldn't wait to spread the joy of his daughter's birth. He knew that in the little family room down the corridor two people were waiting not so patiently and he couldn't wait to see their faces.
“Not everyone. Complete our family” She said with a smile and he knew what she meant. He leant over her and placed a gently kiss on his new daughter's forehead and whispered gently in her ear for her to be good for mummy. It felt so wonderful to say that that before he left to room he placed a kiss on her forehead too and told her how proud he was before slipping from the room.
“My beautiful little girl” She said softly, relishing this moment. Her first moment alone with her daughter. How long she had waited. How long she had wondered whether this would ever happen. How long she had cried with the ache in her womb and heart. “Little baby girl” she whispered, placing her finger in her daughter's palm. Wishing it could stay that way forever. Holding her daughter close and protected. Safe from a world which could bring her pain and hurt.
“look who's here” She looked up shocked at the sound of his voice again and she watched as his daughter walked slowly in to the room. She looked so unsure and yet she could see the excitement in her face hidden by the shyness of her smile. She t-shirt announced brightly that she was a big sister.
“Hello princess” She said brightly and watched as the little girl smiled more broadly. “Have you had fun with Poppa Jed?” She asked, thinking of her father and wondering if he felt insulted not having been invited in. He had taken so well to his almost step-granddaughter. She loved to watch him with her. It gave her such hope of the future of him with her child. She nodded and grinned. The affection was mutual. She loved Poppa Jed just as much as he loved her.
“Want to see your sister?” He asked softly and the little girl nodded again, still shy. With ease he lifted her on to the bed and she peered forward looking at the tiny baby. She reached out a shaking hand and held it over the baby unsure of what to do next. Gently her daddy took her little hand and guided it down to the hand of her sister and for a moment all four of their hands were held there. Their little family. This tiny little baby like a thread of love weaving them all together more tightly than before, sealing their bonds together. He watched as his eldest daughter smiled at her sister and she leant slowly forward to kiss her sister and then as his girlfriend and his love gently held the baby in her sisters arms. His three girls. His three beauties. His life.
“Look at them Daniel” She said misty eyed.
“Our girls Zara, our beautiful girls” he answered misty eyed himself.
I don't think this will be any more than 3 or 4 parts (two of which are written).
So I hope you enjoy - as always I love comments.
A Gift of Love
He held her in his strong arms. A tiny newborn baby. His newborn. The midwife standing behind him chuckled slightly at the sight of the frozen man gazing in absolute rapture at the baby. He was a doctor – a man who held countless infants in his time and yet here he stood entranced.
“Would you like to cut the cord?” She asked, feeling a little guilty at breaking the spell he was under. He nodded mutely still overcome with the emotion of the moment. How long the journey to this second had been. The midwife guided him to make the cut and then gently he passed the baby from his own arms in to the arms of his partner. As he withdrew his arms from hers, the brief moment as they both held their tiny miracle passed and he felt his arms ache for the slight weight of his daughter. He knew that soon she wouldn't be that tiny little infant. That before long her body would no longer melt in his arms and mould to him. That she would grow and change with each passing second leaving him longing for time to slow.
“I'll give you three a moment” The midwife said tactfully smiling at the scene before her. She had grown to care for the couple over their journey. She saw a misty look pass of the couples faces as it dawned on them finally that they were no longer a couple of two but rather a family of three.
The new mum allowed her finger to trail over the outline of her new daughters face. Taking in every minute detail. The soft dark hair on the babies head, the tiny rosy bow of her lips and the tiny perfect fingernails. She was a perfect little doll. And yet she was real. And even more than that she was hers.
“Hello beautiful” she whispered, lowering her head to her daughters. She gently placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead and allowed herself to breathe in her daughter's smell. She said a silent prayer of thanks. For once she felt blessed. For once she felt that maybe someone was looking down on her and smiling. So she gave her thanks for this little piece of heaven, this little angel girl that she held in her arms.
“Just like you” he said quietly and she looked up at him. His eyes were moist and he had this stupid smile on his face. He looked so comical that she almost wanted to laugh. But then she checked herself. She could feel her own face split wide with a smile, her own eyes filled with tears of absolute joy. She had cried enough tears of sadness to flood a small country. There had been enough tears in her life that she sometimes wondered how any more could exist. Surely her tear ducts had been exhausted years before. But these tears were so different.
“She's got your genes too” She said, a few of the tears spilling over her cheeks as she gave a slight giggle of hysteria. He grinned too. This precious little person – a blessed mixture of them both. She studied her daughter's tiny features and tried to imagine what had come from herself and what had come from him.
“Poor little lady” He said. Throughout the whole time she had been pregnant he had dreamt of this baby girl. Of having this beautiful miniature version of his gorgeous partner. That's how he had always seen her. She had told him of how she desired a little boy in his image but he had always laughed at that – always telling her that they would have a daughter. He'd never for a moment expected a son. She had always laughed right back at him telling him that noone would want another version of her. It had been a discussion they'd had so many times and one which was always ended by him kissing her and telling her that whatever they had he or she would be loved and cherished and beautiful.
“Can you bring me the photo?” She asked, looking up at him and he smiled. This one was of the things they discussed at length during her pregnancy. The only thing she had set in stone when it came to a birth plan. He went to the little cabinet by the side of her bed and looked for a moment at the photo. It was a lovely photo taken so many years before that it had faded slightly. More tears spilled as she looked at the photo when he finally held it in front of her. She twisted herself slightly in the bed, wincing only slightly, in order to show the baby off fully.
“Look mummy, your first granddaughter” She said, her voice wavering as she spoke. She looked down at her beautiful face of her daughter. The baby blinked and moved her lips. Then she turned her attention back to the frozen face of her mother in the photo. “Isn't she beautiful? I bet you're so proud of her mummy” She wished her mum could be here. She wished that she could pass the baby in to her mother's arms and watch as her mother became mesmerised by the beauty of her first grandchild. Bringing her photo in to the delivery room had seemed like a way of allowing her mother to be here.
“Want me to go tell everyone?” He said with a smile. He couldn't wait to spread the joy of his daughter's birth. He knew that in the little family room down the corridor two people were waiting not so patiently and he couldn't wait to see their faces.
“Not everyone. Complete our family” She said with a smile and he knew what she meant. He leant over her and placed a gently kiss on his new daughter's forehead and whispered gently in her ear for her to be good for mummy. It felt so wonderful to say that that before he left to room he placed a kiss on her forehead too and told her how proud he was before slipping from the room.
“My beautiful little girl” She said softly, relishing this moment. Her first moment alone with her daughter. How long she had waited. How long she had wondered whether this would ever happen. How long she had cried with the ache in her womb and heart. “Little baby girl” she whispered, placing her finger in her daughter's palm. Wishing it could stay that way forever. Holding her daughter close and protected. Safe from a world which could bring her pain and hurt.
“look who's here” She looked up shocked at the sound of his voice again and she watched as his daughter walked slowly in to the room. She looked so unsure and yet she could see the excitement in her face hidden by the shyness of her smile. She t-shirt announced brightly that she was a big sister.
“Hello princess” She said brightly and watched as the little girl smiled more broadly. “Have you had fun with Poppa Jed?” She asked, thinking of her father and wondering if he felt insulted not having been invited in. He had taken so well to his almost step-granddaughter. She loved to watch him with her. It gave her such hope of the future of him with her child. She nodded and grinned. The affection was mutual. She loved Poppa Jed just as much as he loved her.
“Want to see your sister?” He asked softly and the little girl nodded again, still shy. With ease he lifted her on to the bed and she peered forward looking at the tiny baby. She reached out a shaking hand and held it over the baby unsure of what to do next. Gently her daddy took her little hand and guided it down to the hand of her sister and for a moment all four of their hands were held there. Their little family. This tiny little baby like a thread of love weaving them all together more tightly than before, sealing their bonds together. He watched as his eldest daughter smiled at her sister and she leant slowly forward to kiss her sister and then as his girlfriend and his love gently held the baby in her sisters arms. His three girls. His three beauties. His life.
“Look at them Daniel” She said misty eyed.
“Our girls Zara, our beautiful girls” he answered misty eyed himself.