Nana had been feeling very tired, but suddenly she felt full of energy when they got up to go. She walked carefully along next to John, following the procedures easily. It was standard for some patients, but she never would have expected that she'd have to put on a suit to visit her own newborn child. The nurse's words brought a smile to her face. That was good! Things could have turned out much worse, but Rose was strong and Nana couldn't be more thankful.
Rose was tiny, and even only a few days before her due date, she was smaller than she should have been. She felt light as a feather, and Nana almost worried that she would break her. She had held many babies in her short career, but nothing compared to the feeling of holding her own daughter in her arms. Nana hummed quietly, running a single gloved finger down her tiny cheek. She was precious, and Nana had never felt more protective in her life. Looking at that tiny face sparked a flurry of emotions - Love, more than anything else, but worry, fear, and anger on her behalf. She had a father, but he'd been taken away by the government - They same government that had forced the two of them together despite the genetic incompatibility that caused her illness and later hastily 'corrected' their mistake after the damage was already done.