Whoa, long time no see! I just wrote this small little ficlet in order to fill the time gap. I'm sorry this is so short, it's not that I don't have time... more like I don't have any ideas... Regardless, I hope you enjoy this short fluff story! Please review! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own own Trauma Center.
From her experience, a mother was strong-willed and taught you lessons with a sense of strictness. It was because of her mother's personality that Angie became a nurse with an international license at such a young age. In addition, she could attribute her no-nonsense attitude to her mother. Her father, Kenneth Blackwell, had always been the stern yet gentle character in their family when he was present.
On the other hand, her husband had grown in a family where it was much better to be independent and casual. Her mother-in-law was one of the most welcoming people she had ever met. In addition, from the stories she received from both her husband and her mother-in-law, her would-have-been-father-in-law was a similar character. In all the photographs she viewed, he appeared to be a funny, happy paternal figure. Similarly, she already knew her husband would be the same as his father.
However, seeing the contrasting difference between her family and her husband's family, made her second-guess what type of mother she should be.
"You'll be the best type of mother," her husband had told her. He was always the sweet talker. Yet, at the same time, it soothed some of her worries.
Angie sat behind their coffee table, a parenting book on the tabletop. "I should decide now. I mean, that's how it was with our marriage, wasn't it?" Her green orbs turned to look over Derek's thoughtful expression.
Rising from the couch and kneeling behind her, strong arms wrapped around her slender body securely. "I don't think deciding who will do which chore is the same thing, Angie." They sat in silence for several seconds, before Derek continued, "There's no decisive character, we'll both take turns playing the good and bad cop. That way, when she's a teenager, she hates us equally." Angie did her best to slap Derek on the arms from her constrained position.
However, she understood what he was saying. Sensing the topic was to be dropped, she said with a playful tone, "She?"
Derek grinned back, "Yes, a she. I'm confident it will be a girl."
"What if I think he's a guy."
Derek shook his mop of brown hair. "Nope. It's a girl."
And when Wyatt Lex Stiles was born, neither of them cared, because their little boy was absolutely perfect.