A/N:
Looking at fanart on Instagram has really made the Kevamie ship grow on me, and this idea just kind of popped into my head. Also, I've been sick for the past couple of days. The things we come up with when we have had a cold, right?
I haven't had a lot of time to write fanfics, as school and work have been top priorities for me, plus I've had a lot going on in my life. I figured writing some drabbles would help me get back into writing. I definitely plan on finishing my other story, even if it might take me a while.
It felt strange walking into his apartment without her by his side. Still shaken from the recent events, Jamie sighed as he came through the doorway, holding his new baby girl in one arm and hauling luggage from the hospital with his free hand, with Greg trailing behind. Steven told his dad what had happened, and he offered to help Jamie out a bit, as he had also experienced what he was going through.
Jamie couldn't begin to process all of the mixed emotions going through his head. He was elated that he could finally bring his baby home, but nothing would ever be the same without her.
"Well, here we are," Greg says, shutting the door behind them. "I'm really sorry for your loss, Jamie. Believe me, I know what you're going through, and if there's anything else you need, just call. Angela was a great girl."
Jamie gives him a weak smile. "Thanks."
As Greg turned to leave, Jamie placed a hand over the older man's shoulder. The intense look in his eyes told him it was important.
Swallowing, Jamie spoke up. "Did-" he coughed, clearing his throat, before continuing, "Did you ever feel scared, Greg? Like, when Steven was born?"
Greg stared pensively at the ground, but upon hearing his words, smiled slightly and looked up. "You have no idea," the older man nodded at Jamie. "I was already pretty old, but still, nothing can prepare you for your first child, especially when you have to do it alone. It doesn't matter how old or young you are. Either way, you're going to be undeniably scared. It just comes with being a dad. But it gets easier, I promise."
Jamie blinked at the man, wide-eyed, and Greg smiled and gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You take care of that little girl."
Greg leaves, and silence falls once again, the weight of the loss of his fiancee sat like a brick in the pit of Jamie's stomach.
He gazed down at the tiny bundle in his arms, and she stared back up at him with big hazel eyes, reminding him of her mother. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead, then burst into tears.