John Murphy (painhateenvy) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2021-05-16 21:59:00 |
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Murphy was stepping out of the restroom attached to Clarke's hospital room. His first view was of a nurse attempting to wheel the currently unnamed baby boy out of the room. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said as he walked over to her. The nurse jumped in nurse and stood to look at him. Her face was dumbfounded as his language. "I was taking him to the nursery," she said calmly as she kept her hands on the rolling bassinet the baby was in. He stepped between her path out of the room. "He's staying in the room," he wasn't sure what kind of hospital policy this was but he knew this baby was leaving the room over his dead body. He grabbed the bassinet from her and rolled it closer to the bed. It seemed like the nurse didn't want to argue about it. The baby was still sleeping as he leaned over it and gently pressed his forehead against the baby's dead. "ai don yu," he whispered in trigedasleng. Clarke was laying down in the bed, exhausted after giving birth to their little boy. Truth be told, she was sleeping actually. This birth had been more difficult then Madi's and Madi had not been born in a hospital. But then again that might have been easier, since Clarke and John could control more on their own where as here the nurse and doctor wanted to do everything. They were not used to that. She stirred when she heard John scolding someone and she smirked in her sleep. He was so protective of her and Madi and now this new baby. Who would ever thought she would end up with John Murphy? He drove her mad most of the time, but she realized after awhile she loves him. She barely heard him whisper in the language they both now knew pretty fluently, and a real smile slowly went on her face as she fell asleep again. When she woke again it was to the sound of the baby boy crying, probably hungry or wet. She groaned and rolled over or tried to but John's arm was thrown over her tightly holding on as if she was able to leave this place. No one would let her leave yet and she had tried. She looked over and watched John silently sleeping, looking so peaceful and she smiled. After making sure that their son was close to the bed Murphy quietly climbed in to lay next to Clarke. His arm wrapped around her as he slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t even realize any time passed until he started to hear a baby crying and felt Clarke trying to move around. He rubbed one hand over his face as he woke up. “I’m up, I got him,” he said as he climbed over her. He picked the baby up out of the bassinet. “hei goufa. chit. ste em so foto hir,” he said as he carried the baby over to the bed. “Here’s mama.” He gently extended the baby out for the blonde to take. There were no diapers in the room they were in. So Murphy would have to go out into the hallway in a second to ask. He wanted to make sure Clarke was okay with the baby first. She shook her head, a part of her still in shock at this side of Murphy, the Murphy she loved. She rubbed at her eyes and stared up at him, a look of love in those tired looking eyes as she pulled him down for a quick kiss before he could get up. She always was a feisty one. "Thanks, John." She said softly, letting him up. She sat up carefully, slowly in bed, still sore, but wanting to watch John and baby-no-name. She still insisted on Johnny, but that was a conversation for after the baby stopped crying. She held her arms out for the baby and smiled at John. "Ai hod yu in" She said looking down at the baby, but letting her look gaze up to John so he would know she meant him, too. Then she nodded, as she felt the baby's wet bottom through his blanket she held him in. "It will be strange to use disposable diapers here." She said softly, letting him go get the diapers as she made herself comfortable and looked down at her little boy. He looked so much like Madi, it made her smile even bigger. The nurse had explained to them about diapers here compared to where they had come from, which is how she knew about disposable diapers. If anyone asked Murphy there was no way he would have ever been a dad. It just seemed like life had another path for him. Not only as a father but in any kind of relationship with Clarke all people as well as carrying the flame. That choice he would make again in a heartbeat. Anything to keep his daughter safe from having to carry it herself. Although it seemed like there were three flames and one was in the other version of Madi. A soft smile on his face as the 'I love you' was shared between them without actually saying to each other. After a while there was certain things that didn't need words between the two of them. It could be said with just a glace. One that was shared before he left the room to get some diapers for the baby. He couldn't believe they wouldn't have to wash the diapers anymore. It was a real gamechanger. "I got them," he said as he walked back into the room. "Can I take him again?" Murphy was going to put another blanket in the bassinet to change the baby's diaper. Clarke could never have imagined John being a father either, but he was a damn good one. This path in their lives just seemed right, as if they had finally found where they both belonged. Who knew they would end up here, together? She, too, often wondered about the other Madi, hoping she was alright, and wondering what sort of relationship they would have here, if any, since there was another Clarke and John here. She smiled to herself, staring down at the baby, after the loving gaze her and John exchanged. She shook her head, still in shock sometimes where they had ended up. She chuckled and nodded. "I hope you never get tired of changing diapers. I feel like his changes will be different than Madi's." As much as she loved both kids already, she did not mind if John always wanted to handle diapers. It was not her favorite part at all. John took the baby from the blonde on the hospital bed and set him gently into the bassinet. "Tired of?" he said as he looked up from the baby. "I've been tired of it since the first one with Madi." That didn't mean he wasn't going to do it. She handled the feeding of the baby and he handled the other end. That was always how it went. Of course they did what they needed to when they happened to be alone with Madi for a minute. Otherwise they had fallen into their roles very clearly. "Should we test him?" it was something that they did with Madi when she was born. A small prick at the bottom of her foot to see if she was a nightblood like they had made themselves. "We don't have to right away if you don't want to." It wasn't like they had to worry about radiation anymore since showing up on Galador. Clarke chuckled. "They aren't my favorite part either." She said, smiling over at him. They really had settled into a routine, one she happened to love. She shrugged. "Thankfully he is safe here no matter what, but I do kind of want to know." She admitted. "Do you want to know?" She asked him. That was one of the many good thing about Galador. Madi and now their newborn son was safe. They didn't have to worry about radiation, nightblood, lack of food, fighting. It was mostly peaceful here. That didn't mean he didn't want to know. It was something that they would prioritize back home. It seemed important to know it here. "I think we should," he said as he finished changing the diaper. "We should check his blood and maybe give him a name." He was going to need one eventually. They were all safe, it was true. She was glad for that. They were all in a good place, safe and sound. Although she was having a hard time believing that because she wasn't used to feeling safe. But she felt as safe as she could feel here, and she as trying to enjoy that. She nodded. "We should." She said quietly. "We will worry not knowing, even if it doesn't matter here." She said. "A name, right. But what is the right name? Nothing seems right. You don't want a namesake do you?" She asked him, genuinely curious. Murphy finished changing the boy and paused a moment while held onto the boy's small hand. A smile forming at the corner of his lips as he looked down at his son. Not a moment passed before he looked up at Clarke. "Another John Murphy. I think two is enough," one was another version of him but still it seemed like much. "My dad's name was Alex, you know the one that got floated." He eventually told Clarke about how his dad died. He never thought he'd say his name again. "It seems like an okay name." He lifted the baby up to hand him to his mother. Clarke smiled at the same moment watching Murphy and their son together. "Yea, I suppose we don't need an influx of you." She teased him, chuckling. "If you're sure, though, I like the name Alex. How about Alex Jake?" She asked, naming her father also. "Alex Jake Murphy. It sounds nice, right?" Murphy looked down at their son. He didn't really know Clarke's dad. Of course on the Ark he had seen him around but their families were in different circles. The Murphys weren't as important as the Griffins. "I didn't really know your dad. You didn't really know mine either but it feels off," he didn't want his son's name to feel off. He thought drifted to Abby as far as any of the adults in his life she was one of the few that treated him well. He kept thinking in his head. Abby... Abigail... Gail... "What about Gale instead of Jake?" He wasn't sure what she would think about that. She looked thoughtful and though as a child she had been closer to her father, Murphy was right, and her mothers name made more sense for their child. She nodded. "I like it. Is it Alex Gale Murphy?" She asked, to be sure. She said it out loud and it clicked. She did like it. A part of her would have named him also after Bellamy but that was pushing it too far, and she didn't love him, anymore, she loved John. So this made more sense for their son. Murphy would say that normally he wasn't good at coming up with names. It just came to him and it fit in this case. "He looks like an Alex, doesn't he?" he was seeing bits of his father when he looked down at their new baby. It was bittersweet. He knew that choices made in the past had already split apart his family. He couldn't believe that he now had a family of his own. A daughter, now a son. "Okay, you hold him and I'll poke his toe." That way they could deal with if he was a night blood too and she could comfort the baby after. He had done a very good job with this name. It did seem to suit the baby boy, who looked a lot like John, though. She nodded. "He does look like an Alex." She agreed, nodding again. She cuddled little Alex and looked down watching John move to poke the small boy's toe. "Ok, do it." She said. Murphy looked over his shoulder for a second for their weird nurse but no one was around. Then he gently grabbed the boy's feet and stuck him with needle causing the baby to scream cry. It was clear that the blood on the foot came out black, like theirs. She coddled little Alex in her arms seconds after Murphy poked him, shh'ing him. "It's ok." She kept muttering over and over again. Her eyes widened. "At least here he is safe." She said, softly. At least they were all safe there. It did make Murphy worry if they were ever sent back home. He had the flame right now but if he were to die that would mean that people would expect Madi and Alex to fight for it. The only thing that gave him some relief was that Clarke would never let that happen. "We should get some sleep," he said as he lifted himself into the bed with Clarke and Alex. "Before they kick us out of here." It was a pretty quiet place other than the baby he just stuck with a needle that was already starting to quiet down. She didn't like to think what would happen, even if it did worry her, too. She just prayed that they all stayed here was all she could do. She laughed. "Yea, we should. Should we leave him in here with us or let him go to the nursery?" She asked. "He's not going anywhere," Murphy said as he put his arm around his family and rest his head on Clarke's shoulder. He didn't know anyone else in the building and he wasn't going to trust them with his son. She nodded. "You're right. I got too comfortable for a minute there. He belongs with us." She said, resting herself against his body, rocking Alex in her arms. Murphy's eyes were only slightly open as he watched the door. Even with how long they had been there it was some times hard for him to let his guard down. He wanted Clarke to rest more than he wanted to rest himself. "Goodnight, John." She said, then woke up, opened her eyes and looked at him. She knew he needed to sleep, but wouldn't here and so she said, "Do you want to hold him a bit?" She didn't want to roll in her sleep onto the baby. John moved over a little and took the baby into his arms. He still stayed laying next to Clarke. It wouldn't be the first time they slept with a baby in their arms. "Thanks." She muttered, already half asleep, beside her two best boys. She leaned over carefully to give them each a kiss, before rolling onto her back and closing her eyes. |