Summary: Bonds of love spin their web between parents and child.
Notes: Written for the AWDT prompt "its simple really" on LJ. There is no back story, won't be. I just liked the idea of Papa!Seamus. Also, the formatting is off a bit, but that's FFnet's wonky formatting.
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Over in Killarney, many years ago
My mother sang this song to me in tones so sweet and low
Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if she could sing that song to me this day
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Rocking a tiny child to sleep, he felt a glow spread from toes to the tip of hair. He helped create this wonderful babe, with her mother's raven hair and nose, his lips and green-eyes. In a warble-y voice, he sang to this new person; one that he already loved more than ever thought capable of.
Holding his daughter while mother slept, he bonded. The books were wrong; there could be an instant bond, he knew because it was happening. In his hands he held the most beautiful person ever created. Logical said that every parent felt it, but the heart didn't care. This baby was special, would help heal a war-torn world.
He watched in fascination as she slept, mouth puckered and fist raised. She would be difficult, the defiance attitude already in place, but he thought she might be sweet those around her. Smiling at the resemblance to her mother in so many ways, he continued singing "Toora Loora Loora."
The only family he had was in the one in this room, with his parents buried. His wife looked exhausted yet content, while the sweet-smelling child in his arms looked poised to cry. Gently bouncing the bundle, he thought of names while humming the rest of the lullaby, to bring the past to the present.
When his wife woke hours later, he showed the effort of all her hard work, which was surprisingly quiet for the moment. Smiling, he gently transferred her into the awaiting arms, watching the bond form a little deeper for the two. Supporting mother and child from behind, he asked what to name her.
"I think it should be something strong, important; unlike our own names," came the reply. He had thought the same thing, and wondered if his suggestion would be considered. He said it anyway.
"What do you think of Fianna? There's a legend, that Fionn Mac Cool's band were called this, and in the band were women of equality, warriors as much as the men." Nerves pitched his voice higher at the end, unsure if she'd agree to idea.
His fears were alleviated at her smile of consent. "We'll call her Fi, for short. For a middle name, how would you feel about the name Elsa?" Now, she looked like the one that was nervous.
Looking at their little firebrand, he said the name in his head, and then grinned. "Welcome to the world, Fianna Elsa Finnigan. Your mummy and da are very happy to have you here you know. And we can't wait to show you off to the world, but first I think you and Mummy need to rest for a bit."
While his girls rested, he sat in the chair by their bed. When everything lay bare, it's simple really: he loved them unconditionally; they were his world. With that note in mind, he napped as well, readying to protect the women he now held so dear from the world.
Author's Note 2: Fianna is pronounced like "fee + ina."