Who: Maia, Morrigan and Logan What: The mages bring the new baby home When: Today Where: Their home Warnings: Family friendly
Finally. Finally. She had her fiance home, and her baby, and Maia was positively beaming. She’d spent weeks and months trying to make sure everything went right, and probably drove Morrigan insane in the process.
But they were home now. Logan had been at the hospital of course, but he’d be coming by later. Wanted to give the new moms some time alone, he’d told them. Maia had teased him about being emotionally compromised.
It was cute.
“Try not to drop the baby, love,” Maia quipped. “All that work it would be a shame, and they don’t do returns.”
Morrigan was just glad that the thing baby had been born. The child had taken its sweet time to come, about two weeks overdue, which had irritated Morrigan beyond belief and made her extremely short tempered over the last couple weeks. But finally, the baby was here and Morrigan could finally get back to normal.
“I know how to not drop a baby,” Morrigan quipped back, cradling the baby girl in her arms. The fact that it was a girl had come as quite the surprise to Morrigan. She’d assumed it would be a boy since she had a son in her dreams. Morrigan didn’t exactly know what to do with a baby girl, but at least it would make certain life talks far easier and far less awkward to handle.
Maia may have made one too many comments about patience and gotten something thrown at her head. Twice.
But it had been worth it. Especially now. She slipped her hand up Morrigan’s back. “Are you sure?” She kept staring at the baby, trying to figure out what features she’d picked up. Morrigan’s eyes, certainly. Hopefully her height too.
“Yes, I am certain. Now if you do not wish me to fling a fireball at your head, you will stop poking that topic.” Okay so Morrigan was still a little short tempered, but she was better now that they were home and the nurses had stopped fussing over her and the baby. Morrigan was still recovering from the birth, but she was at least able to relax a bit now.
“I love it when you’re feisty.” Maia’s eyes flashed, and she grabbed the door for her. “Home sweet home, at least. I promise I’ll be the next one to get preggers. Though watching you in labor I’m having some doubts.”
Morrigan just rolled her eyes a bit as she stepped inside the house. Luckily Kyra traveled well, and had been mostly quiet all the way home. “Labor is certainly not easy. Though the drugs do help.” Morrigan was just glad that she hadn’t had a C-section, otherwise the recovery period would’ve been a lot longer.
“You looked like you were going to kill me when I suggested doing it natural. I was only jesting, of course.” Maia set the bags down and moved to intercept Barkspawn before he jumped on them.
“If I did it natural, you would be dead and Logan would’ve been incinerated multiple times over.” Morrigan had cursed quite a bit while giving birth, and she’d been ready to break bones during the contractions. Morrigan went straight for the couch, grateful for Maia heading off Barkspawn. The cats perked up at hearing the movement and came to inspect what was happening.
Maia giggled at the thought, shoving Barkspawn down and ordering him to behave. He did, sitting there patiently and staring at Morrigan and the baby with the dog equivalent of ‘I love this and I will kill anything that gets too close to it’ type of expression.
Shaking her head again, Morrigan looked down at Kyra, who was sleeping. Morrigan looked up at Barkspawn. “Be careful with the baby. It will be a while before she can play with you.” Thankfully Mabari were intelligent, so she knew Barkspawn would understand.
“You’ll get your cuddles soon enough, promise.” Maia rubbed Barkspawn’s head, then took a seat next to Morrigan, dislodging one of the cats as she did so. “...She’s so tiny.”
“She is, indeed. Though she didn’t feel so little the past month and a half.” At least now Morrigan could at least see her feet again. And her back wouldn’t hurt as much. And perhaps she could get her body back to normal.
“Well, you were the size of a dragon,” Maia pointed out. “But now she’s shrunk three sizes.” She reached down and played with one of their daughter’s tiny little toes. “A happy little accident.”
“Happy little accident indeed,” Morrigan said as Kyra stirred a bit in her arms. “As for being the size of a dragon, thank your lucky stars I did not see fit to eat you,” she countered to Maia. Though Morrigan was going to love shapeshifting again. She hadn’t shapeshifted since she discovered she was pregnant out of fear of what such a thing could do to the baby. She was going to enjoy spending some time as an animal again.
“You know how much I enjoy that. Being your favorite snack.” She gently elbowed Morrigan, then leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. “If you need to fly about, I can watch her.”
“Yes, yes,” Morrigan responded. She may have rolled her eyes, but there was a fondness in her tone. “I don’t yet know what animal I wish to shift into. So for now, I’ll remain as I am.” But once she made up her mind, Maia would be on mom duty while Morrigan got some fresh air.
“Start with a spider. I know you love the spiders,” Maia replied. She slipped her arm around Morrigan and pulled her close. “She has your eyes.”
“And you don’t,” Morrigan reminded her. Morrigan looked down at Kyra. “For the moment, at least. It is likely her eyes will change color as she grows.” Given Kyra wasn’t of African, Hispanic or Asian descent, the likelihood her eyes would change color was somewhat high.
Oh, she did hate spiders something fierce. They were nightmare fuel for her but she’d do anything for Morrigan. “I mean in shape too.”
She frowned, trailing her finger to Morrigan’s arm. “This is so bloody surreal.”
“It is, yes. I...did not expect this to happen. At least not so quickly.” Morrigan’s maternal side had been awake ever since dreaming of raising Kieran, but this was not how she’d seen the potential for her and Maia having children going. Though Morrigan was grateful that an Archdemon and a potentially questionable spell weren’t involved in the conception of this child.
“Oh, I’d wanted one. Eventually. But sometimes life gives you babies and you just have to deal with it.” It was a lot better than archdemons, and if Maia was honest with herself - it gave her another reason to stay alive, and fight the Calling. For Morrigan, and for Kyra.
“Perhaps next time it shall not be such a surprise, yes? Assuming that Kyra does not kill us before getting to that point.” Because babies were a lot of work. And they would both need to make adjustments in their lives before they could even think of another child.
“I’m sure she won’t be the death of you,” Maia promised. “And not me either!”
After all, she already knew how her death would play out if she couldn’t stop it. But enough of those thoughts. Maia dealt with them as she always did, by ignoring them and being overly … herself.
“At least not until whatever gifts she will have manifest.” Morrigan was fully expected Kyra to have magic, then it was just a question of what Kyra would inherit from Logan. The girl could be a lot of trouble eventually, but at least the magic wouldn’t manifest for a few years yet. They could prepare for that.
“Logan tells me that every one of his children got some kind of gift. Most of them were like him, but not all of them. I can’t say I mind a child that can heal their own cuts and bruises,” Maia said. “But I’m not looking forward to aspirin not doing anything for them.”
But maybe the kid just wouldn’t get sick at all.
“The healing would be beneficial. And I am going to operate on the assumption she will be a mage on top of whatever she gets from Logan. At least the magic won’t come for some years yet so whatever she has inherited from Logan we can deal with without fear that she’ll accidentally set something on fire while trying to figure out her other abilities.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a mage, as long as we’re prepared for it.” But she wouldn’t be a warden, and Maia would sooner die then let her follow in her footsteps of blood magic.
Another reason the baby might be a good influence.
“Precisely. At least she will have both of us to teach her magic and how to control it.” Morrigan was also a strong supporter of no blood magic. While she had knowledge of and used spells that would be considered blood magic, she was no blood mage. She knew the dangers of it, and never practiced it beyond the few spells of old she knew that may be considered as such.
“God, wouldn’t that have been nice when we first started dreaming?” Maia clucked her tongue, “I lost my deposit on my flat because of it.”
In hindsight, it was funny, but waking up to fire at the time hadn’t been.
“Indeed it would have.” Morrigan eyed Maia. After all, Maia had set her curtains on fire once early on. “Still, at least ‘twas only your flat and not an entire village or something of the sort that was damaged.” After all, sometimes that seemed to happen with children who just begin to get their magic. But Kyra would have two good teachers in that respect.
And Morrigan was steadfastly going to not do what her mother did. Though Flemeth had actually been a good teacher where magic was concerned, but of course she needed to be. She’d needed to teach Morrigan control early on, and how to not be detected by Templars.
“She’s our daughter,” Maia said. “And she’ll be a better mage than both of us.”
There was a knock on the door, so she kissed Morrigan and got up to answer it. She grinned at Logan, “Hello you lug.”
Stepping in as she stepped aside, Logan rolled his eyes, “You guys settlin’ in?”
“One can only hope,” Morrigan responded. Not everyone could control their magic, after all. But with any luck, Kyra would take to magic like a fish to water. When Logan came in, Morrigan looked up and smiled. “We are. She’s barely made a peep since we left the hospital.”
“Definitely my kid.” Logan liked to make fun of his own quiet broodishness. He came over, looking down at the baby with a soft expression on his face.
“Perhaps that shall mean she’ll be a good sleeper, hm?” Morrigan wondered. It was still too early to tell that, especially when she needed to be fed at regular intervals and such. “Would you like to hold her?” Morrigan offered to Logan.
“I uh…” Logan gently took the baby, supporting her head with one hand as he got her comfy in his arms. “Fuck, she’s beautiful…”
It made him wonder how Amy was doing. And Vel. Logan tried not to think of either of them too often. Like Alyssa, their absence was noticeable to him. Unlike Alyssa, both mother and daughter were still alive and he’d prefer to keep it that way.
At least Morrigan and Maia were terrifying in their own right, so Kyra was safe.
Kyra was definitely very safe. Maia could be terrifying and had powerful offensive magic, but Morrigan could shapeshift into a dragon. Among a number of other animals. But she’d go for a dragon first if someone threatened her daughter. Perhaps that was a sign that she was Mythal’s Flemeth’s daughter more than anything else.
“She is. And she is rather content, is she not?” Kyra had barely stirred when Logan shifted her into his arms.
“She ain’t gonna stay that way,” Logan warned, a fond expression on his face. “Aren’t ya, kiddo?” He tickled her feet.
“They rarely do stay content,” Morrigan commented, watching Logan with Kyra. While Morrigan hadn’t known her father in either of her lives, she was glad that Kyra would. Morrigan didn’t actually care who her father was, and she didn’t actually want to know, especially considering the types her mother usually shacked up with.
“Yeah…” This time, Logan would be there from the start, and this time she wouldn’t be taken away. He did have an expression on his face, halfway between melancholy and joy.
Maia slipped past him, leaning on the couch and putting her arms around Morrigan’s shoulders.
Morrigan saw the expression on Logan’s face, and she could understand it, to a point. She still missed Kieran despite the fact he only existed in her dreams. But Kyra would most certainly be loved and taken care of.
“Something tells me that she’s going to be a handful when she’s older,” she commented, setting a hand on Maia’s forearm as she leaned her head back against her.
“With us as parents,” Maia replied. “Would you expect anything else?”