The Way It Was
She was a respectable scientist, valedictorian and 4 college degrees. He was a rocket jockey fresh out of the academy and already had achieved most the medals they had to offer. She had been around animals since she entered this world, so human nature was almost a foreign langue to her. He had been born a social butterfly, raised to know the difference of right and wrong. Her social skills where almost zero to none, having learn that the weakest creatures where the first to be picked off. He believed in finding the best in people; that deep down everyone had an ounce of good in them.
Needless to say that they where complete opposites, maybe that's why they were attracted to each other. At first they clashed, she thinking he was just another closed minded environment ignorant moron, he thought she was a shallow environmental hippy who only cared about animals and plants more than people. But soon enough they started to see the other's good points, and like most hate-love relationships, they soon married. Their lives went back to normal as they return to their routines. He saved the galaxy from evil; she saved species from poachers and extinction. They lived like this happily for a while, until they discovered that there would soon be a third addition to their household.
As the months passed, so did the decision of the name. He wanted a boy, to follow in his footsteps and would fight side by side when he was older. She wanted a girl, to carry on the proud female history her side of the family held. Clothes and cradles, highchairs and how to books where bought. Everything was planned to the last detail until the big day finally came. She went into labor early in the morning, and was at the hospital before sunrise.
At first it looked like it would be a natural birth, but when the baby showed no signs of movement they decided to perform surgery, out of fear that time was running out. For what felt like 30 hours to him, he was finally allowed into the room. There she was the newborn in her arms and surrounded by white, she looked like an angel. He was a little disappointed that the blanket was pink, and she was gloating over her being right, but looking at his child's face made him melt like butter for the first time in his life. They told him he could rest in an adjoin room, so that she and the baby could be in a sterile room. He was awaked by the code blue alarm and a nurse. There was something wrong with her breathing and blood pressure, and needed surgery quick. He was told she would pull though and not to worry. He stayed behind and waited for her return. She never did. As he held the now motherless babe, he christen her the name her mother picked for her.
Jillian Andrea Isabelle Lightyear.