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Post by raven on Oct 5, 2011 13:36:16 GMT -5
Raven cradled the baby close to her and just stared down at him. He was so small and pressed so close against her. He'd stopped wailing and was now only whimpering. She tenderly trailed a finger down his cheek and smile. Wow, was all she could think, just wow and that she knew she loved him more than anything in the entire world.
"Let them in," She said, not taking her eyes off her baby boy.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 5, 2011 13:45:54 GMT -5
Spot practically jumped into the room, holding out an arm in case he needed to clothesline Race from getting in front of him.
'you did it,' he said as he approached Rae, 'what did we make? Boy? Girl?'
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Post by raven on Oct 5, 2011 13:49:32 GMT -5
Raven looked up at him with a huge tired smile. "We made a boy, a gorgeous baby boy." She couldn't even handle how happy she was.
The baby seemed to be doing pretty good to all snuggled up nicely against his mother, curled up into her chest. He sort of mushed his lips together, eyes squeezed shut.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 5, 2011 13:51:15 GMT -5
Spot knelt at her bedside, peering down at the baby, 'Sean,' he murmured, smiling before grabbing Rae's face and gently kissing her.
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Post by raven on Oct 5, 2011 13:54:35 GMT -5
Raven kissed him back softly and then smiled at him when they broke apart, "Sean Conlon, you've got some big shoes to fill," she looked down at him and yawned. Raven looked back up at Spot.
"Wanna hold him?"
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 5, 2011 13:59:50 GMT -5
Spot nodded and moved to take a seat beside her on the bed, holding his arms out for his son, 'I can't remember the last time I was this anxious.' he admitted.
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 5, 2011 14:05:13 GMT -5
Race decided that about thirty seconds of family-only time was good enough, and jumped in through the window. "Told you you'd be fine," he told Rae with a shaky grin, feeling lightheaded with relief. He leaned over to kiss her cheek before peering at the baby in Spot's arms. "He looks like his dad. That's a shame."
Macbeth, meanwhile, was sponging Raven off and scrubbing the sheets, ignoring the boys.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 5, 2011 14:09:57 GMT -5
Spot glared at Race, 'you know I've always liked you Race...let's just make sure we keep it that way.' he said softly, not wanting to disturb his child.
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 5, 2011 14:15:27 GMT -5
Race just smirked--he'd missed their snark matches--and then crouched down to get a good, solemn look at the kid. "Seriously, though...he's perfect, ain't he?" He touched one of the baby's impossibly tiny hands and found that he just couldn't stop staring. How did women make these things?
Macbeth, finished with her clean-up, threw out some bloody rags, washed her hands again, and came over to crouch beside Race and stare right along with him. Had she really helped make this happen? The baby was red and wrinkly and not nearly as beautiful as Jo, of course, but he was so...alive.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Oct 5, 2011 14:19:55 GMT -5
'of course he's perfect...Rae and I made him why wouldn't he be?' he asked, smirking, very carefully lifting the baby to his mouth and kissing his forehead.
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 5, 2011 14:27:55 GMT -5
"If he can yell as loud and fight as good as the two of you combined, I'm afraid for New York," Race said.
Beth shook her head suddenly, the smile slipping from her face as she finally remembered why she'd come here in the first place. And that Risk was stranded out in the hall, doubtless wondering what the hell was going on. "Congratulations," she said to Spot and Rae, standing up and hovering awkwardly by Raven's bed. "Need anything else?" she asked her.
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Post by raven on Oct 5, 2011 14:35:12 GMT -5
Raven glanced over at her, "No...thanks," She smiled sleepily at Macbeth, her head resting on Spot's shoulder, watching him hold his son for the first time.
"Race, course he's gonna be a fighter and a yeller, New York better watch out." She said and then yawned. She gently stroked Sean's little fingers with one of her own.
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Post by Macbeth on Oct 5, 2011 14:39:26 GMT -5
Macbeth nodded and backed toward the door. "I'm gonna head home, then. Uh..." She looked from Rae to Spot and back. "If...if Tristan comes by for any reason, don't say anything about Jo, all right? I...I wanna tell him myself," she lied, knowing they were fully aware of what she was talking about. It was the best she could do for now; it might buy her time, at least. She glanced at the baby one more time, raised a hand in farewell, and left the apartment.
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Post by Racetrack on Oct 5, 2011 14:41:26 GMT -5
Race watched Macbeth leave, somewhat baffled because he had no idea who Jo was, then shrugged it off and smiled at a very sleepy-looking Raven. "I could head out too, let you get some rest. 'Less you got anything for me to do around here." He just hoped they had some food in the place. And baby clothes, for that matter.
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Post by raven on Oct 5, 2011 14:45:19 GMT -5
Raven shook her head, "We're fine, go...go tell everyone, I know you're dying to." She said with a smirk. She snuggled up close against Spot and sighed happily. Their earlier fight had been forgotten and honestly she didn't even think she cared anymore. What really mattered to her was right in this room, now all Spot needed to do was not fuck up.
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