Hey, well I sort of gave up on my last story as revision took over and my mind has yet to recover...still! But this is set a few months after all the events of the box tunnel 20 and Mitchell wasn't killed. I am not sure where this is going to go but I'm going to push to keep it going and getting better. So read, enjoy and please please please review.
Also I have no idea what to call the baby so name suggestions please. :)
She twisted the spoon almost to perfection as she relaxed to the sound of china colliding with its superior silver.
"So, what's her name?" Annie questioned handing George and Mitchell their freshly brewed tea.
"We have yet to decided," George replied smiling wider than Annie thought possible.
"Isn't that like the first thing you do?" Mitchell teased, happy for his best friend's new arrival and the harmony that was descending on the house.
"Well after everything, we just haven't had time."
It had only been a few months since Mitchell and the whole Box Tunnel incident had occurred. George and Nina's baby was the only good thing to come out of it and they all saw it as a new start, however the past was still a sore spot and would occasionally get accidentally mentioned.
"Anyway," Annie squirmed like a young child changing the subject, "when do we get the pleasure of seeing them," pointing excitedly towards herself and Mitchell lingering on the "we".
Nina had gone into labour a day earlier, half two in the morning to be precise. The foursome couldn't help but notice she was incredible early and tension ran high as Annie flustered, George panicked and Mitchell tried to calm them both down. By the time George realised what he had to do Nina was already packed and in the car, she guessed being a nurse helped her get in the right frame of mind. Annie and Mitchell had stayed behind waiting up for any news; it wasn't like they needed sleep anyway. Annie was nervously making tea and Mitchell had passed out on the sofa to the soft clatter from the ghost when they got the news that a healthy baby girl had entered into an unhealthy world, they both chatted excitedly down the phone to George wanting to know everything, and by everything Annie wanted to know EVERYTHING.
By the time Mitchell had convinced her to hang up it was midday and George was on his way home. He had given them both visiting times and headed to his room to change and leave once again screeching about being a Father to Mitchell as he left. Tension was still rife between Mitchell and Annie and that was more than evident on the car journey to the hospital. Annie had sat pretty much on the door and Mitchell kept his tired eyes focused purely on the road only turning to tell Annie that they had arrived before realising she had popped off on her own accord.
Mitchell had come to know the hospital like the back of his but the daily occurrence of death and blood still had him on edge. He met a very tired, yet lively looking George in the lift as he cradled a coffee, making their way towards a small white room from which a human would hear a child gurgling and a mother talking to herself. George clicked open the door and to his surprise Annie was hunched over the plastic cot making noises he swore he would only hear whilst transforming.
"Annie what are you do doing?" He asked raising his eye brows.
"Oh hey George," she replied straightening herself up and removing her hands from her face.
"Once again…"
"I can speak baby," she laughed poking carefully at the small comfy child as it wiggled at her touch, "she can see and hear me!"
George paced over to Nina sitting beside her on the hard hospital bed as he kissed her passionately, wrapping a strong arm around her.
"Well don't just stand there," Nina ushered Mitchell from the door way towards the red faced baby girl that led waiting.
Mitchell scooped the child into his arms and smiled down as she reached up for him in a simple, pure, innocent way.
"Fiery little one isn't she," Mitchell stated rather than questioned, "just like her mother."
Nina smiled the most naturally she had done in weeks as she realised maybe her and George's life was finally coming together, although she didn't want to get her hopes up just yet. One thing that the past three or so years had taught them was not to take life for granted because there was always something behind those dim, dark corners waiting to hatch and leap unexpectedly.
On the other hand, with the exception of Annie and Mitchell, relationships in the house had begun to repair and even though things had changed and nothing would be the same again it would eventually be good. The Real Hustle and a pizza weren't that far out of reach and steps were being taken one at a time.
"Oh I almost forgot." Annie jumped as she reached for Mitchell's messily placed jacket and searched the deep pockets only to reveal a small pink bear handing it to a worried George.
"Aw Annie thank you," Nina gratefully spoke as George took the toy from her checking the label for any safety notes.
"Its safe George we checked," Mitchell smirked at George's obsessive side.
"Better get use to this, he's been like it as soon as she appeared, even questioned the midwife when she bathed her."
"Yes alright!" George muttered loudly as Annie sniggered, George would never change this was going to be one well looked after child.
"Ah George it's not till she starts bringing home the boys you have to worry."
"Boys, what?" George turned towards Nina looking rather scared.
All Nina could do was sigh, "Oh George…"
A happy silence descended onto the atmosphere as the gang reflected on the second chance that had come almost too quickly.
"Annie, Mitchell we've got something to ask you," George piped up.
"Oh what is it?" Annie perched herself on the end of the bed close to Nina and George hardly making an imprint on the sky blue cover as she did.
"We want you to be Godparents," George started before realising that maybe the God part wouldn't go down well with Mitchell, "or better yet protectors of our offspring."
"Really trust me to not muck that up?" Mitchell laughed handing the baby to an eagerly waiting Annie.
"Course, who else would we ask?"
"She's defiantly got Georges ears," Annie suggested as all eyes turned to the mini pair of ears listening intently to the strange voices and beeps around her, naïve to the world she was to grow up into, a world full of beautiful danger and dangerous beauty, her eyes searching for some kind of comfort in the echo of the ghosts pale face.