I'm Going to be a Dad?!
Car getting a flat tire. Bad. Being lost. Worse. A fellow mutant that went by the name of Blud Rayne who dangerously seemed a few screws short of a hardware store *and* was the first Weapon X *plus* the undeniable fact that he escaped the US Government and somehow managed to find you in London *while* you were lost and had a flat tire all in the same night to ask you to use your powers to help him become less primitive, in return pay you handsomely. Good. Scary, but good. Walking into your apartment and seeing your loving wife sleeping on the couch while clearly waiting for you. Priceless.
Couvea walked over to his wife and leaned over her, nuzzling Celeste's forehead, "Celeste, wake up love. I'm home."
"Where have you been? Are you alright?"
She hugged his neck and gently pulled him down to sit beside her.
"I'm fine. I just had some car trouble but everything's taken care of." ~Leave out the fact you got lost and accepted a job from a scary mutant you don't even know...~
"I'm glad," Celeste said.
"How was your day?"
"I went to the doctor today," she said with a content smile. "And you're going to be a daddy."
"I'm going to be a daddy?!" Couvea said, his eyes widened and he leaned back into the couch. "I'm going to be a daddy..." ~Well at least we'll be off to a good start. But will I be a good dad? Of course you will. Daddy first, psychic mutant teacher second.~
He smiled happily now, "I'm going to be a daddy."
The months that followed seemed endless and rather difficult time-wise. Couvea had to juggle his job, his secret meetings with Blud Rayne in order to help him, and prepare for the baby's arrival.
"You seem extremely flustered Couvea," Rayne said one day during their meeting session. He leaned closer, peering at the psychic and then saw the doodle among the papers. "Is that a layout of a baby's room?"
~Dammit!~ Couvea slid the papers over the now exposed "blueprint" of his soon-to-be-born daughter's room. He preferred to keep his personal affairs away from his client.
"It is! Well, congratulations. Boy or girl?"
Couvea mentally scowled. "Thankyou."
"At least tell me if your child's going to be a boy or girl. Please."
"Girl," he said, unable to hold back his smile.
*****
Eighteen hours after Celeste went into labor Couvea thought his hand was going to fall off. He stayed at his wife's side, holding her hand and comforting her; telling her to breath. Temptation to use his psychic abilities to calm her came to him but Couvea reluctantly refused. Pain numbed his body as he grit his teeth.
~Please make this stop. Come out. Right now.~ He lifted his gaze to the doctors; when he saw his child...come...out...
Darkness. ~Did I pass out? Yes, I remember now. I did. I fainted just after the baby came out. The baby. My baby.~
"Mr. Devasc," the doctor said as he walked over to the new dad who was now coming to in the hall. Couvea stood and greeted the doctor with a nod.
"How is Celeste? And the baby?"
"Celeste is doing fine, resting. And my congratulations Mr. Devasc, the baby's a healthy, energetic girl and both will be able to leave in two days."
"Thankyou. May I see them?"
The doctor nodded, "Celeste is in the room across from you and the baby's in the Nursery."
*****
"She's adorable," said Celeste as she and Couvea gazed at their newborn daughter in the Nursery. They stood side by side, hand in hand, and wondered about their futures together.
"I hope I'll make a good dad," Couvea said. "I...know I'll be a good dad." ~I'll teach her everything I can.~
"I know that too. She'll be 'Daddy's Little Girl', she looks just like you; your eyes especially," said Celeste.
"She has your hair."
"Color," Celeste grinned. "She's our little girl."
"Our little Aei Lynn," Couvea purred.
Car getting a flat tire. Bad. Being lost. Worse. A fellow mutant that went by the name of Blud Rayne who dangerously seemed a few screws short of a hardware store *and* was the first Weapon X *plus* the undeniable fact that he escaped the US Government and somehow managed to find you in London *while* you were lost and had a flat tire all in the same night to ask you to use your powers to help him become less primitive, in return pay you handsomely. Good. Scary, but good. Walking into your apartment and seeing your loving wife sleeping on the couch while clearly waiting for you. Priceless.
Couvea walked over to his wife and leaned over her, nuzzling Celeste's forehead, "Celeste, wake up love. I'm home."
"Where have you been? Are you alright?"
She hugged his neck and gently pulled him down to sit beside her.
"I'm fine. I just had some car trouble but everything's taken care of." ~Leave out the fact you got lost and accepted a job from a scary mutant you don't even know...~
"I'm glad," Celeste said.
"How was your day?"
"I went to the doctor today," she said with a content smile. "And you're going to be a daddy."
"I'm going to be a daddy?!" Couvea said, his eyes widened and he leaned back into the couch. "I'm going to be a daddy..." ~Well at least we'll be off to a good start. But will I be a good dad? Of course you will. Daddy first, psychic mutant teacher second.~
He smiled happily now, "I'm going to be a daddy."
The months that followed seemed endless and rather difficult time-wise. Couvea had to juggle his job, his secret meetings with Blud Rayne in order to help him, and prepare for the baby's arrival.
"You seem extremely flustered Couvea," Rayne said one day during their meeting session. He leaned closer, peering at the psychic and then saw the doodle among the papers. "Is that a layout of a baby's room?"
~Dammit!~ Couvea slid the papers over the now exposed "blueprint" of his soon-to-be-born daughter's room. He preferred to keep his personal affairs away from his client.
"It is! Well, congratulations. Boy or girl?"
Couvea mentally scowled. "Thankyou."
"At least tell me if your child's going to be a boy or girl. Please."
"Girl," he said, unable to hold back his smile.
*****
Eighteen hours after Celeste went into labor Couvea thought his hand was going to fall off. He stayed at his wife's side, holding her hand and comforting her; telling her to breath. Temptation to use his psychic abilities to calm her came to him but Couvea reluctantly refused. Pain numbed his body as he grit his teeth.
~Please make this stop. Come out. Right now.~ He lifted his gaze to the doctors; when he saw his child...come...out...
Darkness. ~Did I pass out? Yes, I remember now. I did. I fainted just after the baby came out. The baby. My baby.~
"Mr. Devasc," the doctor said as he walked over to the new dad who was now coming to in the hall. Couvea stood and greeted the doctor with a nod.
"How is Celeste? And the baby?"
"Celeste is doing fine, resting. And my congratulations Mr. Devasc, the baby's a healthy, energetic girl and both will be able to leave in two days."
"Thankyou. May I see them?"
The doctor nodded, "Celeste is in the room across from you and the baby's in the Nursery."
*****
"She's adorable," said Celeste as she and Couvea gazed at their newborn daughter in the Nursery. They stood side by side, hand in hand, and wondered about their futures together.
"I hope I'll make a good dad," Couvea said. "I...know I'll be a good dad." ~I'll teach her everything I can.~
"I know that too. She'll be 'Daddy's Little Girl', she looks just like you; your eyes especially," said Celeste.
"She has your hair."
"Color," Celeste grinned. "She's our little girl."
"Our little Aei Lynn," Couvea purred.