Title: Overwhelmed
Author: Raya
Theme: OTP (Optional: Emotional)
Genre: General / Fluff
Version: Manga (post StarS / pre Crystal Tokyo)
Rating: PG
Couple: Usagi x Mamoru
Word Count: ~406

Disclaimer: My one true pairing (Usagi and Mamoru) and their beautiful little girl sprang complete from the mind of Takeuchi Naoko, and they still belong completely to her. These little chocolate simulacrums, however are mine! *hugs the chocolate protectively to her chest*

Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya

Overwhelmed

He had always thought that Usagi was the emotional one. It was Usagi who cried over sappy old romance movies. She was the one who laughed so freely with strangers as well as friends; the one who got upset over the most trivial things. His beautiful wife wore her heart on her sleeve and her surface emotions on her face for all to see, and he loved her for it.

He, on the other hand, was usually calm, cool, and collected. Rarely did he feel an emotion so strong that it broke through his control. It was one of the things that made him such a good trauma doctor, he knew. He hoped that it also made him a good husband, a rock of strength for his wife to lean on.

But sometimes, the emotions welled up so strongly that he could not control them, and this was one of those times. His hands were trembling so badly that he was scared that he would drop his precious, fragile burden. "She's so beautiful..." he whispered as he shifted backwards blindly.

Trying to ignore the doctor and nurses as they began to clean and sew her up, Usagi turned her eyes towards him. A gentle, radiant smile lit her face as she studied his expression. Tears were streaming unheeded down his cheeks, and he looked ecstatic, terrified, and relieved all at once as he stared down at the tiny, squirming newborn cupped so gently in his hands. She reached out and touched his arm offering him her support. "Yes, she is."

Finally, he tore his eyes away from his brand new daughter and looked towards his wife. Despite the exhaustion in her eyes and the dark circles from the long, sleepless night, her expression was joyous as she smiled at him. "I love you," she said softly as she squeezed his arm gently. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and then carefully handed the tiny baby to her.

"Welcome, Small Lady," she whispered as she bent her head and pressed a kiss to her heir's soft fuzzy head. "It's about time you came out," she added with loving exasperation.

Mamoru slid a shaky hand onto her shoulder, moving up past the cloth so that he could touch the skin that was exposed by the neckline. The other reached down to stroke his daughter's soft head. And for the moment, he let Usagi be his rock of strength.