Where The Heart Is
Summary: 'Home is where the heart is.' It's a pretty saying, but it certainly was true, her heart lied with him and wherever he was, she would be content to call home.
AN: I had this idea pop into my head and it just wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote this down, as much as I want to finish this, I have to admit I have no idea how. So, if anyone wants to use this idea, go ahead. Nanao is an awesome character and I personally feel she's highly underappreciated.
The floor beneath her was slick with blood.
Her breath escaped in ragged pants, her lungs struggling to bring vital oxygen into body.
Sweat ran down her face in rivulets, to join the perspiration from the rest of her body in her clothes.
She was exhausted, far more so than she could ever remember being, and she had years of late nights bent over a desk filling out forms, filing reports, managing budgets, dragging her drunk captain out of bars for his signature, and everything else she did on a daily basis to make sure the eighth didn't fall apart.
But the exhaustion, the pain, the blood, the sweat, and the anxiety that had been building up for months was all worth it.
The sheer obliviousness of the ones surrounding her was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she was able to keep her sin a secret, and a curse because the last few months she needed someone to hold her hand and tell her that everything was going to be alright far more than she ever thought she would.
She was silently thankful for her captain's overprotective nature, it kept her off of the battle field during the war, and even though she knew he did it for different reasons than she benefitted from, she was still grateful.
She was looking over her shoulder all too frequently over the past months, terrified that someone would notice the changes, losing sleep thinking about what she was going to do when the time came.
But it was all worth it.
She couldn't form a single thought, the thoughts of what she was going to do never even crossed her mind. At the moment all she could do was stare in awe at the tiny life that lay in the blood below her, the cord still pulsating as the newborn let out a wail; declaring it's presence to the world.
With shaking hands, she gently scooped up the baby, careful not to twist the cord.
"Sakumo. Your name shall be Sakumo."
And with that declaration Nanao Ise welcomed her newborn son into the world.