Author's Note: Short fluffy oneshot inspired by a tumblr post. Mild Childbirth ladies and gents. Oh, and it's pronounced "Jamie", thank you Luann. c:
Disclaimer: All I own are Season one and two. xD
Hello World
"I-I can't do it, Jane. It-it hurts, I can't." Maura shakes her head, her eyes pleading as she looks at me. A mixture of sweat and tears stream down her cheeks as she breathes deeply.
I push away damp honey blonde hair from her face and wipe away sweat. "Yes you can, baby. You can do it, I know you can." I tell her, wrapping my arm back around her thigh.
Maura shakes her head, her lip quivering. "Jane I-" She stops mid-sentence and her eyes screw shut as another contraction rips through her body. Her hand grabs my free one in a death grip and I grimace, wishing I could take away the pain for her. "Oh Godddd, it hurts!"
"Dr. Isles, I need you to push again. You're crowning," The doctor says from the foot of the bed.
I move my head to take a peak down there and my eyes widen at the sight. I can see the beginning of a head. "Jesus Christ, Maur, how in the hell are you doing this?" I ask, my voice an octave higher than normal. She gives me a death glare and clenches her jaw as she pushes, letting out a low unearthly groan that makes my skin crawl.
As the contraction ends, her body drops back and her grip on my hand slackens. "Dr. Isles, you're going to have to push harder, it's not getting anywhere." The doctor glances between us.
Maura's eyes fill with tears again as she looks at me. "I c-can't." she says in a pitiful voice. My heart feels like it's about to break at the sight of her. "You can, Maur. Just think, once this is all over we'll be able to see our baby. I know you can do it." I kiss her temple and help her lean forward again, my arm wrapping around her thigh.
Her face scrunches up in pain as the next contraction starts. "Big, long push, Dr. Isles. " The doctor says encouragingly. And she does, Maura gives it her all, I can feel it because her grip on my hand has it going numb. "That's it, here comes the head." At this, I chance another look and I feel the familiar sting of tears.
"I-I can see a patch of blonde hair." I rasp, biting back tears.
"R-really?" Maura asks, a smile appearing on her face despite the pain. I nod at her, not trusting my voice. She doesn't have time to reply or rest because another contraction steals her breath away and the doctor tells her to push again.
Her death grip returns with a vengeance on my hand, but I can't feel anything anyway. "Here come the shoulders. Push hard, Dr. Isles." I hear the doctor say.
Maura cries out in pain but she doesn't stop. "You can do it, baby. You're almost there, push." And then the most beautiful sound fills the room.
"Congratulations, mommies. It's a girl." The doctor says, holding up a slimy, squirming little baby. Maura drops back against the bed and smiles through a fresh new wave of tears. "Detective Rizzoli, would you like to cut the cord?"
I nod, taking the scissors a nearby nurse hands me before I attempt to steady my shaking hands. I'm shown where to cut it and as soon as I do, the baby is handed over to Maura who's still crying. She takes the squirming, wailing baby in her arms and a look of awe and adoration takes over her face. "Hi baby." She says softly, and immediately the baby stops her cries and settles down.
I'm left breathless at the sight. The nurses work to clean Maura up but she's completely oblivious to them, she only has eyes for our daughter. Daughter. I have a daughter. This tiny human that is an extension of Maura. Maura who is this wonderful, beautiful person filled with love, who before today was my everything. And now they are my everything.
"Jane?" I snap out of my reverie and realize I've just been standing there, crying. "Are you okay? Don't you want to come say hello to your daughter?" She looks down at the little baby in her arms and then back at me, smiling.
I swallow thickly, wipe away my tears and nod. "Y-Yeah." I say as I attempt to move my legs, which feel like jello. I come up to the side of the bed and gaze down at our daughter. "She looks like you." I say with a grin. "Beautiful. Slimy and gooey but still beautiful." I press my forehead to Maura's as she looks up at me with a watery smile and then I kiss her sweetly. "I love you." I say softly.
"I love you too." She says back.
A nurse clears her throat and we both look up to see her looking apologetic. "I'll just clean her up, get her weighed in and check her over, if that's alright. Do we have a name?"
Maura and I exchange glances before she turns her head and nods, gently handing the baby to the nurse. "Her name is Jaime Nicole Rizzoli-Isles. J-A-I-M-E, because J'aime means 'I love', in French." She smiles at the nurse who smiles back and nods before she turns to clean up Jaime and check her over.
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A couple hours later, I'm sitting in one of the chairs in Maura's room, holding 6 pounds, 8 ounces of this beautiful little human. She's pink and new, and perfect. I can't get over how much I already love her. I can't even begin to describe the feelings that she gives me, except that I love her. I love her more that anything.
Her eyes are open and she's looking up at me with deep blue eyes. Maura says they'll change, that almost all babies are born with blue eyes. I can't help but hope that she has Maura's eyes. She's got her nose, and her ears; she's going to be my mini Maura.
"Welcome to the world, little one." I say in a soft whisper, glancing up to make sure Maura is still sleeping. Jaime answers me by latching on to one of my fingers with a tiny hand. Her grip is strong and my heart swells with pride. "You're just as beautiful as your mommy, and you're probably going to have me wrapped around your finger, just like she does." I say softly, brushing my thumb gently down the bridge of her nose.
Jaime blinks and yawns up at me, making me melt. "I love you, sweet girl." I grin and press a light kiss at the top of her head, baby fine hairs tickling my lips.
"Jane," Maura's voice is heavy with sleep and I look up to see her watching me with a sleepy, yet beautiful smile.
I grin back at her before looking down at Jaime. "Your mommy is awake, I think she wants to hold you." I stand up and make my way across the room, and place Jaime in Maura's open arms. Maura smiles down at Jaime, and my heart swells with love and adoration. My wife, and my daughter. This is a reminder that there is still beauty and love in this world.
"Come lay with us, Jane." Maura says, breaking me from my thoughts. She scoots slowly, grimacing as pain shoots through her. I guess I looked worried because she smiles up at me again and pats the spot beside her and says, "I'm okay, just sore."
I smile back, slip off my shoes and gingerly get into the hospital bed, wrapping my arm around Maura. She immediately rests her head in the crook of my shoulder and sighs contently. "I'm so happy." She says softly as we both watch Jaime fight sleep.
I press a kiss to the top of Maura's head and trail my fingers up and down her arm. "Me too." I whisper back. "Me too."
