|Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-01-13 18:36:00
|helena g. wells, myka bering
Myka had never entertained the notion of being a mother. She was content, for the time being, with her career. But one wish made by her ridiculous partner had changed all that. In the blink of an eye she was 9 months pregnant and then transported via a Seal to a new reality. The very same Seal that had somehow altered the length of her pregnancy. Instead of appearing in Lawrence 9 months pregnant she had appeared 7 months pregnant and falling on her ass. From that day forward nothing had been easy. Sure, Helena had happened upon her and brought her to her house but things were quite different. This Helena had been in Lawrence for months and was more closed off than Myka had ever seen her. For the first couple of weeks she had stuck to calling her H.G., letting her own anger at the situation and how Helena had seemingly disappeared back home get the best of her.
When Claudia and Helena had been taken by the Seal she’d closed off. Myka became someone she hardly recognized. Svetlana seemed to have taken the brunt of her anger. And even with having apologised for how she reacted, Myka knew that they’d never be friends, part of her still wondered whether she even wanted to be friends with the woman. Sure, Svetlana was Helena’s friend but that didn’t mean that she had to be friends with her as well. Myka also avoided asking whether that other her had been friends with the woman. Because that would make the situation all the more worse; and she was still having trouble accepting that she’d been here before but remembered absolutely none of it. Before she knew it, 2 months had passed and her due date was fastly approaching. They’d figured out a rough estimate as this pregnancy was far from usual, a fact that also worried Myka immensely. The fact that they were sorely unprepared for the baby’s arrival was another matter altogether.
When the discomfort had grown worse a little after 11 am on January 1, Myka knew that what she had pushed off as braxton hicks were the beginning stages of labor. The initial plan had been to go to the medbay as it was in the complex and she wouldn’t have to worry about I.D. or anything. But Aidan’s sudden need to come earlier than predicted had left them in a bit of a bind. Nearly all the doctors would have been involved in some sort of New Years Eve festivity and Myka wasn’t chancing having a hungover doctor deliver her baby. So instead, Claudia had accompanied her to the hospital where they’d spent what seemed like hours arguing over having no identification and signing paperwork. The doctors and nurses eventually had taken pity on her when it became obvious that if she wasn’t admitted soon the baby would be delivered in the middle of the admit desk. Now that she was home, Myka figured that avoiding a potential lawsuit may have played into getting into a labor and delivery room in the end. But that wasn’t even the worst of the news, Aidan had decided to turn around and come feet first and when the umbilical cord had wrapped around his neck they’d prepped her and took her to surgery for a c-section. A half hour later Aidan Matthew Bering was welcomed into the world at 8 lbs and 15 ounces.
Myka grimaced at remembering the c-section. The incision was still in the healing stages and only hurt every so often. But she would never complain about being in pain ever again because a c-section was not something that she would wish on any expecting mothers. Aidan gave a slight whimper and she shifted him to lie against her heart patting his back until he calmed down. Much like she did every night since he had been placed in her arms she breathed in his scent and whispered how much she loved him. Sure, she was still a little upset with Pete for making the wish but holding her son was slowly making her realize that she wouldn’t change anything that had happened. Without that wish she wouldn't have the tiny little boy currently in her arms; and the thought of not having him brought pain to her heart. Turning her head back to the book sitting in her lap she carefully brought it up so as to not disturb Aidan who was for a change settling down at a decent hour. In the hospital she had read Shakespeare to him softly but now that they were in the confines of Helena’s house she had resumed reading The Time Machine. Curled up in his cage at her feet was Pete the ferret who she'd carried down out of her room as he'd been showing signs of jealousy earlier that day.
Softly Myka read out loud the words on the page in the hopes her son would drift off: “That is the germ of my great discovery. But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time. For instance, if I am recalling an incident very vividly I go back to the instant of its occurrence: I become absent-minded, as you say. I jump back for a moment. Of course we have no means of staying back for any length of Time, any more than a savage or an animal has of staying six feet above the ground. But a civilized man is better off than the savage in this respect. He can go up against gravitation in a balloon, and why should he not hope that ultimately he may be able to stop or accelerate his drift along the Time-Dimension, or even turn about and travel the other way?”