A/N: I figured you were SassyD, but I wasn't sure. I ordered the CDs online in a bundle, so I'm not sure if you can still get them. As for the mustaches and glasses, I wrote a (very bad) drabble about mustaches in November. I believe it is Chapter 3 in this fic. And Frogster, I'm glad you liked that. I think that it would be nice if we al turned to stars once we died. I decided that Chapter 26 will be my parents submission and this next one will be my generatios submission. Enjoy!
"PUSH!" Deryn yelled at her daughter and Sophie screamed in pain as she grasped tighter onto her mother's. The older woman wasn't sure if her hands were going to make it out of there alive and functioning. Sophie relaxed back onto her pillows, panting.
"We're going to need another big push, Sophie." Dr. Barlow said from the foot of the bed. She turned around to Ma Sharp and told her: "We need more hot towels."
Deryn looked at her daughter. The girl was exhausted and her mahogany hair was plastered onto her face by sweat. "You're almost there, liebe."
"Ma," Sophie began between breaths, "I am never having another child."
Deryn laughed. "I said the same thing after I had your brother. Look how well that turned out."
"I'm serious, Ma." She said, and the smile on Deryn's face disappeared. "I don't think I could do that to Chris."
"Alright, liebe." Deryn squeezed her daughter's hand and the girl screamed again.
"This is it Sophie!" Dr. Barlow said. "Push!"
Sophie grunted and squeezed Deryn's hand in a vice grip. Her grunt turned into a scream and her pale face turned a deep shade of red under her concentration. And then there was a piercing cry that filled the room. Sophie fell back in the bed and put her legs down.
"Congratulations," Dr. Barlow said while wrapping the newborn in a soft blanket. "It's a boy."
Sophie put her arms up. Everything hurt, but she wanted to hold her son more than anything. "Give him to me." Dr. Barlow eased the little bundle into her arms and Sophie pulled the blanket away from his tiny face. "Hello there," she said as she rocked him in her arms. There was a tiny little tuft of black hair jutting out from his otherwise bald head. "You look exactly like your father, little boy."
"What are you going to name him?" Deryn asked.
"Christian," she said automatically. "Christian Aleksandar Gurd." Suddenly, tears started to pour from her eyes. The longing for Christian was overwhelming her in the motional state she was in. "Your father was a great man." She told the tiny child. "He was kind, smart, and he always made me laugh. He would always say that I was much too good for him, but he had it all wrong." She gave a small smile. "He was too good for me." The tears started welling up more in her eyes and Deryn took little boy from her daughter's arms. "I miss him."
