Who: Sam Anders and Mirta Gev What: Ailyn's birth- written as snapshot segments rather than a continuous log! When: 30th October- BACKDATED! Where: The Lux/the hospital Rating: PG 13 for Mirta's language?! Status: COMPLETE!
Driving to the Hospital Sam had been starting to wonder if the teenage version of his daughter had been messing with them, telling them she would be born before Halloween. Mirta had seemed fine, perfectly cheerful as she chatted to Eliot on the message boards while Sam watched some replay of a basketball game as he lounged back on the sofa. It wasn't until his beautiful and wonderful (and yes, he still thought so even now) girlfriend threw a ball at his head that he even felt remotely awake that night.
She needed to go to the hospital.
Frak, he was going to be a father. He was actually going to be a father.
Like, today. With a baby.
He gripped the steering wheel of the car they'd only recently bought, even if he hadn't sacrificed his bike.
"How are you doing?"
Mirta smiled tersely and focused on the road ahead "Well I'm going to get her out of me and then kill you...so reasonably well thanks. How are you?"
She was only half joking. It hurt. She'd heard all the stories that it hurt but turned out okay cause of some crazy adrenalin thing, but that was stupid. She would never forget this pain and Ailyn as gonna be an only child. Forever an only child because she was NOT doing this again. Sam probably wasn't getting any again. No she wasn't irrational and she would stomp on the foot of anyone who said she was. Yes the foot. It was all she could manage.
Stupid Sam. How was he being so focused.
"Kriffing ow!" she hissed and looked at her watch "still 9 minutes apart, why am I timing these again, we're not that far away and they'll do it won't they or what are we paying this place for. Are they...are they any good?"
Sam gritted his teeth slightly and increased his speed. Just a little bit, nothing dangerous, not speeding. The last thing they wanted was to be pulled over by the police. Mirta might actually kill something if they were.
"My imminent death, got it," he wasn't about to try to talk her out of it or even try to persuade her not to rip any of his limbs off. She couldn't while he was driving anyway, and that was the thought keeping him going.
"Mirta, we're going to the best hospital in the city," he tried to sound reassuring. "We did the research and this place seemed good and I'm sure the qualified people know what they're doing. So if they say you should time it, then I'm sure there's a reason."
Just a couple more streets, and then they'd be there. It was so close he could almost relax. Almost.
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She thought she might kill the nurse. Waiting rooms. Kriffing waiting rooms. A string of Mando'a followed and Mirta slumped back into the wheelchair.
"Yes well I don't care if its still likely to be a few hours" she muttered irritated and glared again at Sam. Source of the cause of her pain. Men. Men were stupid. Men caused this. Men would never understand this. Never. She would hurt him. Pity she loved him really.
"Can I have ice...they give them ice, the pregnant woman on TV. I think I want ice" she decided. "Do you know there's a woman up there thats been here over 40 hours. Thats nearly two straight days Sam, and I would actually break something. Possibly noses, 40 hours is inhumane"
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Women were scary. Sam admittedly already knew this, but today seemed to reinforce that idea for him. The nurse had all but run away from Mirta after making sure she was alright. Even those who couldn't even begin to understand the Mando'a were getting the gist of it and quite how vehement Mirta was being.
"I can get you some ice." Actually he had no idea if he could, but frak it, he would try. Anything to make that glare decrease even a little. He felt pretty damn guilty for doing this to her even if he knew in the end it would all be worth it.
"If you're still here in even ten hours, I'll find you someone's nose to break," he promised with a half smirk. "And then we can work our way up the body parts every few hours."
He wandered to the door on his quest for ice, hesitating a moment. "You're doing great you know," he glanced over his shoulder at her, glaring and gorgeous as she was. "I love you."
Right, ice, he could do this. He hurried after the nurse in to ask her where to get the vital substance.
Mirta gathered her thoughts for a moment, reducing the glare just slightly, it wasn't gone. It wouldn't go until she had her daughter in her arms. But Sam was being awfully helpful, hadn't complained once, had even sort of giggled at the Mando'a
"I know you love me, thats the reason you're here right...you love me and I love you and thats the reason you're getting me ice and then holding my hand and not leaving me again until we have Ailyn. And then we are going to have a talk about how wonderful I am and how many nice things me and our daughter are going to get. in the next few hours because that is when we will have her Sam, not later...not tomorrow, Today, we will have her today, and she will..."
Mirta paused in her little tirade looking across at Sam confused,
"I don't have ice yet" she decided.
Obediently, Sam produced the ice chips, offering the cup to Mirta with a crooked smile. "Here. And you are wonderful, absolutely and I promise to buy you and our daughter many fantastic presents."
He took her hand, squeezing her fingers slightly. "I'm so proud of you. And Ailyn's going to be proud of you too."
He believed that, absolutely. Theirs was a family anyone would be proud of. Even if he was still planning on hiding behind Claire if Boba Fett himself ever turned up in the city. It was nothing to be shamed of, being afraid of one of the most deadly bounty hunters in any galaxy.
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She was perfect.
Tiny and beautiful and perfect and hers. No, Theirs.
Mirta could have held on to her forever, she certainly wanted to. Is this how her Mama had felt, or Ba'buir. Is this how all mothers felt?
She felt tiny fingers wrap around one of hers, okay maybe it hadn't wrapped but it rested there, at her own finger and Mirta was amazed by her. This little thing that would grow up to be the woman they had met. The fighter, the intelligance she'd taken from her fathers genetics, Mandolorian trained. Perfect.
"Hello Ailyn" she said softly and looked up at Sam.
"Do you want to hold your daughter then?" she asked with a softer smile than most would have thought her capable of.
They'd done it. They'd actually done it. Sam gently took the baby into his arms when Mirta offered her and in that moment fell completely and utterly in love.
"She's incredible," his voice was barely more than a whisper as he stared at his daughter with something resembling awe.
I promise, I will never let anyone or anything hurt you he silently pledged. Whatever you need, I will always be there for you.
"I can't believe we actually made her," he half laughed as he sat on the bed, offering Ailyn back to Mirta before he wrapped his arms around them both, kissing Mirta's head softly. "You're amazing."
The future, which had once seemed so terrifying, was now something he was actually looking forward to. His daughter, their daughter, was going to grow up to be truly incredible. He couldn't even imagine now how vehemently against children he'd once been, not now he had seen Ailyn for himself and definitely not now he had held her in his arms. LA might throw all kinds of things at them all, and they still had potential threats from the Cylons to deal with, but he still knew that no matter what it took he would protect his family.