"You want to hold her?"
I freeze. All my life I've been known as somewhat of a hot shot with a big mouth. Now I'm speechless. I've just been asked to hold my *daughter*.
"I-I don't know... Yes...?" Truth be told, I'm afraid. I've been a real screw up my whole life. Now I have the perfect life with B'Elanna and now... Now a daughter. A child that I helped to create.... I don't want to - I don't know - drop her. Knowing me I would.
B'Elanna smiles knowingly and hands Miral to me. She's so small, and I can't believe I've helped to create this tiny person I now hold. She's absolutely perfect. Beautiful. She looks like her mother.
She sticks her tiny fist in the air, grasping for something. I place my finger by her hand like I've seen in so many movies, and she grabs it. I'll tell you something - seeing those expressions of happiness on the proud parents' face in a movie does no justice to the sensation I'm feeling now. I want to laugh and cry at the same time - and I do.
"She's wonderful." I tell B'Elanna who just can't help but smile broadly. "And we made her. We created her. She's perfect...."
I stop my ramblings and look at my daughter once more. Suddenly every single solitary screw up, no matter how major, is gone. They no longer matter. All that matters is this tiny bundle in my arms. This tiny bundle that marks that I *can* do something amazing and mind blowing. This tiny bundle that shouts to the world that life is worth living.
"Welcome to the world, Miral."
I freeze. All my life I've been known as somewhat of a hot shot with a big mouth. Now I'm speechless. I've just been asked to hold my *daughter*.
"I-I don't know... Yes...?" Truth be told, I'm afraid. I've been a real screw up my whole life. Now I have the perfect life with B'Elanna and now... Now a daughter. A child that I helped to create.... I don't want to - I don't know - drop her. Knowing me I would.
B'Elanna smiles knowingly and hands Miral to me. She's so small, and I can't believe I've helped to create this tiny person I now hold. She's absolutely perfect. Beautiful. She looks like her mother.
She sticks her tiny fist in the air, grasping for something. I place my finger by her hand like I've seen in so many movies, and she grabs it. I'll tell you something - seeing those expressions of happiness on the proud parents' face in a movie does no justice to the sensation I'm feeling now. I want to laugh and cry at the same time - and I do.
"She's wonderful." I tell B'Elanna who just can't help but smile broadly. "And we made her. We created her. She's perfect...."
I stop my ramblings and look at my daughter once more. Suddenly every single solitary screw up, no matter how major, is gone. They no longer matter. All that matters is this tiny bundle in my arms. This tiny bundle that marks that I *can* do something amazing and mind blowing. This tiny bundle that shouts to the world that life is worth living.
"Welcome to the world, Miral."