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I warn you, for the biological thing, the accouchement is realistic, so maybe a little graphical
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"It's almost done sweetheart" said Scott.
"Your daughter is nearly ready now Jeannie. As soon as you feel the need to push, I want you to hold your breath and to push down."
"I can't …" she answered, but Scott quickly contradicted her.
"Jean, I know you better than anyone ever has or ever will, I know you can do it Jean, the hardest part is over now…Just push"
In any way, medical demand or not, the next contraction naturally gave her the need to push and she leaned against Scott, almost crushing his hand during the minute which lasted the stretch. Once this one passed, she laid back against her husband short of breath which she managed to regain with his help, which offered a moment of relaxation before the next contraction.
"All right Jean, it's almost done. Her head is out, only one or two more pushes and it'll be over," encouraged Hank.
It was 6.03 a.m. when the baby came out of her mother's belly. Contrarily to a classical delivery, this stage wasn't brutal. The little girl was coming out of one liquid and going into another one at the same temperature…No terrible weightlessness, no sudden cold, only softness. Two hands caught her delicately and she was softly brought back to the surface as the air went to caress her skin for the first time while the remaining of her body was still bathing into the water.
"You did it Jean" said Scott by kissing her on the temple, feeling their wide open bond, overwhelming him with emotions.
The baby didn't yell, but only pushed a little grumble of satisfaction once she laid nude against her mother's skin and when she took her first breath of air. It wasn't the same for her parents, who were crying of joy. As soon as the first seconds passed, the minuscule hands of their daughter clasped the young father's heart and didn't released it. The love he felt for his own flesh and blood was total and unconditional at such a point that he forgot all the apprehensions he could have had about his paternity.
"Welcome Rachel…oh god she's so beautiful…so tiny…"stammered the young woman before kissing her daughter.
"She's as wonderful as you" he said in a voice thick with emotion as he softly ran his hand over the little downy red-head
Jean had forgotten her exhaustion and the suffering she had endured. She just laid against her body this pink skin, soft, warm little being. There wasn't feeling more intense, more staggering than this wave of love which had overwhelmed her when she had taken her new-born into her arms.
Hank let the couple have a few minutes of intimacy, not rushing anything. Both of them were enlaced in the water. Even though they were still recovering from the delivery, they had their glances fixed on their little daughter, feeling water on her body and their fingers on her skin. The Baby was acknowledging their voices…She was acknowledging her mother's scent. The little girl sank her glance into her mother's with such intensity that she seemed to be sounding her soul. Scott was taking in the sight of the both of them…His wife and his daughter…And he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the emotion of such strength that he was almost suffocating. He knew that this moment would stay forever engraved into his memory.
Five minutes later, Hank went to cut the umbilical cord and purposed that Scott be the one to do it.
"They won't feel anything, I assure you" he said.
The young man caught the scissors and cut between the two ligatures.
"I'll have to take her from you for some minutes in order to clean her, weigh her, measure her, and make sure she passes a few exams," said Beast by delicately taking the child in his arms, "Here, come see Uncle McCoy…by the way, what's her name?"
"Rachel" answered the two mutants in the same voice, without detaching their glance to their daughter who had begun to cry.
"I'll bring back Rachel in a few minutes. Scott, I'll let you help Jean get out of the pool, take a quick shower, and settle her on the examination table until the last stage of labour passes"
The young man nodded, but the needed two long minutes for complying between the emotion and the long kiss they shared.
Hank came back almost at the same moment where Jean, wrapped into the bathrobe she had arrived in, was settled on the table by Scott.
He went to lay again the new-born on the young woman's breast. The little girl, who was still crying for having been parted from the soft warmth of her mother, shut up almost immediately
"Everything alright? Is she okay? Nothing went wrong?" asked Jean.
"No, it's a beautiful baby in perfect state. She measures 1.7 feet and weighs 7.2 pounds. All my congratulations to the both of you and particularly to you Jean. Theoretically speaking, I don't know a harder fight than giving birth to a child," said Hank with a smile, before putting her on a drip.
There wasn't any way safer for warming and comforting a new-born, than keeping it close to the skin on skin warmth of their parents. Scott and Jean stayed silent for a long time, the air between them was vibrating of emotions too strong to be formulated in another way other than through their bond. They shared a deep kiss, but after a few minutes, Rachel began to wriggle letting out little whimpers. Quickly, the little baby naturally found her mother's breast and began to suck it arduously.
The emotion this produced in Jean didn't have words to describe. She and Scott had conceived this baby, she had carried her for 9 months, had given birth to her, and now she was breastfeeding her. This wasn't disagreeable or painful as a lot of people thought. No…She was feeling whole, exhausted, but whole. Moreover, the fact that Rachel had begun to suck, accelerated the effects of the delivery processes. Ten minutes later, Jean had others contractions, but not painful previous ones. Five more minutes and the delivery was really finished.
Beast took the young-woman blood-pressure and measured the blood-loss. Then, Jean managed to slip into a clean gown and settle on a convalescence bed. Hank moved her into another room so she would be more comfortable while Scott took his half sleeping daughter in his arms. Despite what he read, he was afraid of doing something wrong. She seemed so fragile and he desperately didn't want to hurt her, but his daughter didn't cry, she was satisfied and acknowledged her father's voice. Hank invited him to put on her first diaper from a bag that had been in the infirmary since the beginning of the month.
When he came back, the baby was almost changed.
"Hey, you're managing things quite well" said Beast.
"Well…I studied" answered Scott, smiling.
Rachel went out of her lethargy, for she was still on her back and Scott was closing the last side. She was on the verge of crying again, but she was calmed upon hearing her father's voice.
"Shhhh, you'll be near mommy again soon, princess," he said softly to her before taking her back against him, kissing her on her forehead and going to lay her down on Jean's breast as she slept soundly, "Are you alright sweetheart?" asked Scott by placing a hand on his wife's face.
"I'm cold…" she said.
"That the aftershock of the delivery" answered Hank before going to fetch a blanket to help warm her up and gave it to Scott who covered the two most important women of his life.
"That's better?"
Jean nodded as she was about to fall asleep again. Scott bent down and laid a kiss on her lips:
I love you and I'm proud of you. Rachel is wonderful…she has your eye. Thank you my love for having given her to me, it's…it's one of the best days of my life he sent her through their bond.
For me too…I love you she answered before really falling asleep, her arms, surrounding her daughter.
She didn't even feel Hank sounding her again one hour later no more than she noticed Scott's momentary absence for changing himself into dry clothes and going to fetch the first layette for Jean.
It was 8.10 a.m. when Hank went to the kitchen for taking a cup of coffee. Ororo was already up and made a remark about his look:
"Oh my Hank, you know it's normal to sleep during the night don't you? I thought I was the only one to have sleeping problems during full moons"
Hank smiled and went to pour himself a coffee.
"What?"
"Have you heard about the superstitions about the effects of the full-moon on another kind of people…?"
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