That One Little Thing
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't Own them, Enjoy!
Thanks for all the patience, you guys! I PROMISE! Clublights will be continued soon, I just needed to work on something new. I'm glad you all are enjoying this piece so take care, HAPPY NEW YEAR! And don't party too hard!
Lexa lay one her bed, tossing like an animal from restlessness. She had a baby, with Brennen, of all people. The only things she'd every called baby were the designer shoes lining her walk-in closet. She didn't even like kids, they were messy loud, and if any thing a reminder of why having sex was not a good thing. And she never wanted to be reminded of that.
After glancing her clock for the millionth time (and seeing all of only five minutes gone by) the woman pulled from her bed, dawned the long blue kimono she loved so much and went wondering through Sanctuary. This had become habit since she no longer could step out of her downtown high rise and walk the city-that she missed terribly.
What could I do? She wondered. Door by door passed her by. Shalimar's room, she thought. No way! Then Jesse's, which actually made her stop and remember that he'd checked on her earlier, and said if she needed anything to wake him. I want to wake you now! She smirked to herself. Things would be easier if this were his child; the idea would be almost bearable. Playing 'house' with a man who could stay 'hard' would easily move up her list of things to do. Even so, Jesse was the closest thing she had to a confidant or even a friend in this rock. No, she thought, Sparky had to go and start shit with Thorne. It's like he planned to ruin my life before we even met!
Her steps absently carried her through the dojo and to the one place her mind wanted to avoid, the Lab. Even on his first day, Adam was a sleep on a med-bed, so to keep an eye on the newborn. Lexa leaned on the door, watching silently. In all the chaos, no one had bothered to ask her connection to him, or Thorne. She liked it that way.
After adjusting the quilt over her 'mentor', her lungs filled with air, preparing the brunette for the one thing she had to do. Lexa Pierce, for the first time, truly looked at her daughter.
Jesse had retrieved the basinet and other supplies from a safe house earlier that day, and some how taken on the role of caring for the child -till her parents got it together. Lexa bent over, watching the child squirm and yawn, with tiny fists balling up only to reopen. The little head showed virginal strands of midnight brown hair, eventually daring to curl at the ends. She couldn't tell if that was from her or Brennen. When his head wasn't that blow-dried shock he called hair, it would seen curly at times. The child's nose was his though, and even with that thought, Lexa smiled at the cuteness of it on her daughter's face. But the eyes, she thought, those are mine. And in fact, they were. Orbs of the palest shade of blue glistened under the curly lashes. The brunette even admitted that the chubby cheeks were signature Sparky (she could always tell when someone use to have baby fat). Finally, lifting the small body into her arms, she sighed in defeat. This was definetly their child.
It felt strange and natural all at once to hold her. "You don't even have a name." She whispered.
"Amber."
The woman looked up to see him in the doorway, jacket at his side and leaning against the threshold. Brennen stepped forward slowly; his eyes glancing form her to the baby and back. "If,,,that's alright with you."
Lexa watched the face of the man, seeing the same nerves that had drowned her only moments before. His brown eyes were anxious and stable all at once, making the elemental look nearly frozen in the laboratory lights. "Amber," she whispered softly. "Amber Mulray?"
"Do you have a problem with that?" Brennen asked, while crossing his arms.
"No, I don't." It was strange to see Lexa smile. Even more so, it was nice. Brennen threw his jacket on a nearby table and stepped forward, looking at the small face in her arms. "Are we being civil now?"
"For her." He replied. Large fingers brushed the child's transparent hair softly. "At least, till you get on my nerves again."
"So noted."
"Lex, you seem pretty 'calm' about this baby."
The woman looked at Brennen with those pale eyes, the same that his daughter possessed with such innocence. "She was a creation of Genomax, just like me." Her face seemed almost sad at that, remembering what she endured. "Nothing like that will happen to her."
"I promise you it won't." Brennen replied. This being nice thing was strange, in deed.
"Well, as long as we're 'talking'," The smirking woman moved towards him slowly. "Do you want to hold your daughter?"
"Me?"
"No, not you, the Pope. Of course YOU!" His uneasiness was almost comical. Brennen looked at the child with this 'I know I'll drop her' look. His brows rose high, making him seem as if he already had. "You have to eventually."
"I,,,may break it. HER! I may break her, drop her or something,,,,"
"Brennen, pretend she's a football, just don't spike her." Lexa watched as he gave in, and then helped him adjust his arms before placing the child in her father's hold. His nerves raced for the moment and the tiny frame curved against his thick arms. "Now, just support her head,,," the woman whispered.
In the midst of his tan limbs, Amber Mulray squirmed, taking in her surroundings. Brennen didn't realize he was grinning. "She's not crying- or wet!"
"She knows who you are." Lexa replied, while moving towards Adam's desk.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't worry, I won't leave you by yourself. That kid would break you." The woman fumbled through the drawers, till she found a piece of paper and pen. "I'm writing down the name for Adam, so he can make a birth certificate." She scribbled the name, smirking to herself at one little adjustment. When she returned to Brennen's side, the child was antsy.
"What is it?" he asked. The idea of running to Lexa whenever something happened with this kid now seemed inevitable.
"She's getting hungry. I'll take her to the kitchen."
"I can do it." They were both surprised by his admission. "You go on ahead. I'll be right there."
The woman pulled back, watching him. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah,,,yeah, I'm sure."
Lexa walked out the lab, casting them another quick glance before heading towards the kitchen. Brennen waited till he was sure she was gone. His steps were patient a he moved towards the desk. "Let's see just what you're mom wrote, huh?"
On the piece of paper, in Lexa's meticulous handwriting, their child's name read smoothly before his eyes. "Amber Brianna Mulray." He smirked. The baby almost seemed to smile back at him. "I can live with that."
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't Own them, Enjoy!
Thanks for all the patience, you guys! I PROMISE! Clublights will be continued soon, I just needed to work on something new. I'm glad you all are enjoying this piece so take care, HAPPY NEW YEAR! And don't party too hard!
Lexa lay one her bed, tossing like an animal from restlessness. She had a baby, with Brennen, of all people. The only things she'd every called baby were the designer shoes lining her walk-in closet. She didn't even like kids, they were messy loud, and if any thing a reminder of why having sex was not a good thing. And she never wanted to be reminded of that.
After glancing her clock for the millionth time (and seeing all of only five minutes gone by) the woman pulled from her bed, dawned the long blue kimono she loved so much and went wondering through Sanctuary. This had become habit since she no longer could step out of her downtown high rise and walk the city-that she missed terribly.
What could I do? She wondered. Door by door passed her by. Shalimar's room, she thought. No way! Then Jesse's, which actually made her stop and remember that he'd checked on her earlier, and said if she needed anything to wake him. I want to wake you now! She smirked to herself. Things would be easier if this were his child; the idea would be almost bearable. Playing 'house' with a man who could stay 'hard' would easily move up her list of things to do. Even so, Jesse was the closest thing she had to a confidant or even a friend in this rock. No, she thought, Sparky had to go and start shit with Thorne. It's like he planned to ruin my life before we even met!
Her steps absently carried her through the dojo and to the one place her mind wanted to avoid, the Lab. Even on his first day, Adam was a sleep on a med-bed, so to keep an eye on the newborn. Lexa leaned on the door, watching silently. In all the chaos, no one had bothered to ask her connection to him, or Thorne. She liked it that way.
After adjusting the quilt over her 'mentor', her lungs filled with air, preparing the brunette for the one thing she had to do. Lexa Pierce, for the first time, truly looked at her daughter.
Jesse had retrieved the basinet and other supplies from a safe house earlier that day, and some how taken on the role of caring for the child -till her parents got it together. Lexa bent over, watching the child squirm and yawn, with tiny fists balling up only to reopen. The little head showed virginal strands of midnight brown hair, eventually daring to curl at the ends. She couldn't tell if that was from her or Brennen. When his head wasn't that blow-dried shock he called hair, it would seen curly at times. The child's nose was his though, and even with that thought, Lexa smiled at the cuteness of it on her daughter's face. But the eyes, she thought, those are mine. And in fact, they were. Orbs of the palest shade of blue glistened under the curly lashes. The brunette even admitted that the chubby cheeks were signature Sparky (she could always tell when someone use to have baby fat). Finally, lifting the small body into her arms, she sighed in defeat. This was definetly their child.
It felt strange and natural all at once to hold her. "You don't even have a name." She whispered.
"Amber."
The woman looked up to see him in the doorway, jacket at his side and leaning against the threshold. Brennen stepped forward slowly; his eyes glancing form her to the baby and back. "If,,,that's alright with you."
Lexa watched the face of the man, seeing the same nerves that had drowned her only moments before. His brown eyes were anxious and stable all at once, making the elemental look nearly frozen in the laboratory lights. "Amber," she whispered softly. "Amber Mulray?"
"Do you have a problem with that?" Brennen asked, while crossing his arms.
"No, I don't." It was strange to see Lexa smile. Even more so, it was nice. Brennen threw his jacket on a nearby table and stepped forward, looking at the small face in her arms. "Are we being civil now?"
"For her." He replied. Large fingers brushed the child's transparent hair softly. "At least, till you get on my nerves again."
"So noted."
"Lex, you seem pretty 'calm' about this baby."
The woman looked at Brennen with those pale eyes, the same that his daughter possessed with such innocence. "She was a creation of Genomax, just like me." Her face seemed almost sad at that, remembering what she endured. "Nothing like that will happen to her."
"I promise you it won't." Brennen replied. This being nice thing was strange, in deed.
"Well, as long as we're 'talking'," The smirking woman moved towards him slowly. "Do you want to hold your daughter?"
"Me?"
"No, not you, the Pope. Of course YOU!" His uneasiness was almost comical. Brennen looked at the child with this 'I know I'll drop her' look. His brows rose high, making him seem as if he already had. "You have to eventually."
"I,,,may break it. HER! I may break her, drop her or something,,,,"
"Brennen, pretend she's a football, just don't spike her." Lexa watched as he gave in, and then helped him adjust his arms before placing the child in her father's hold. His nerves raced for the moment and the tiny frame curved against his thick arms. "Now, just support her head,,," the woman whispered.
In the midst of his tan limbs, Amber Mulray squirmed, taking in her surroundings. Brennen didn't realize he was grinning. "She's not crying- or wet!"
"She knows who you are." Lexa replied, while moving towards Adam's desk.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't worry, I won't leave you by yourself. That kid would break you." The woman fumbled through the drawers, till she found a piece of paper and pen. "I'm writing down the name for Adam, so he can make a birth certificate." She scribbled the name, smirking to herself at one little adjustment. When she returned to Brennen's side, the child was antsy.
"What is it?" he asked. The idea of running to Lexa whenever something happened with this kid now seemed inevitable.
"She's getting hungry. I'll take her to the kitchen."
"I can do it." They were both surprised by his admission. "You go on ahead. I'll be right there."
The woman pulled back, watching him. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah,,,yeah, I'm sure."
Lexa walked out the lab, casting them another quick glance before heading towards the kitchen. Brennen waited till he was sure she was gone. His steps were patient a he moved towards the desk. "Let's see just what you're mom wrote, huh?"
On the piece of paper, in Lexa's meticulous handwriting, their child's name read smoothly before his eyes. "Amber Brianna Mulray." He smirked. The baby almost seemed to smile back at him. "I can live with that."