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off this, it's just for fun, yada yada yada
I Know You
By shutmeoff06
CHAPTER 2
Seamus and his mother were released from the hospital soon after his birth, but only because they really couldn't afford to stay any longer. The baby was alright, but Meghan remained in pain. The doctors never had an answer as to what was wrong, but the truth was they really didn't care enough to find out. She never complained though, she was too in love with her new baby to let it bring her down.
Damien, on the other hand, never showed much more than a passing interest in his new son. He was all over his wife, of course, and didn't like the baby consuming all her attention, but he didn't make much of a fuss over it. He'd picked Seamus up a few times, moments which were very fatherly, I'll give him that much, but as soon as the baby would start to cry, he would hand him off to one of the women to deal with. He never fed the kid, changed him, never did much at all, but that was who he'd always been. He took credit for things when they were good, and walked off when things got difficult, or whenever somebody else could do the job and he didn't have to.
Beka was infatuated with the baby. She, of course, didn't like having to change his diapers, being woken up by his crying at night, etc, etc., but she did love being with him. She loved the way he'd grip her finger with his tiny hand, loved the noises he'd make when she tickled him or played with his toes. She also loved the way Meghan was with him. He was always calm when he was in her arms. Maybe he didn't have a good father, but he had a good mom, one who took an interest in everything about her little baby. Beka had never known her mother.
She watched him lying in her old crib, moving his arms and legs this way and that, trying them out. She put a stuffed animal in front of him and squeezed it, making it sing 'twinkle, twinkle, little star.' He made all sorts of excited noises at that, reaching up for the bear. Beka put it in the crib. He touched its furry face, and studied it with his curious blue eyes before he seemed to lose interest and started to chew on its ear. Beka picked him up. He protested a little, but, with the attention span of, well, an infant, forgot all about the bear and soon found Beka's face just as interesting. Beka pulled his hand from her mouth and started to sing,
'twinkle, twinkle, little star.' He made incoherent sounds, singing along.
'..how I wonder what u are.' she pointed her finger at his nose and he went cross-eyed following it
'.up above the sky so high.' she lifted him above her head and he made some more excited sounds, flailing his limbs
'.like a diamond in my eye...' she blew raspberries [that's what it's called?] on his belly and he was ecstatic with joy at that.
'.twinkle, twinkle, little star.' she put him back down in the crib
'...how I wonder.what .you.are...' he calmed again as her voice dropped off, and she watched over him in silence as he yawned and fell asleep.
She loved to watch him sleep, wondering what his dreams were about. She imagined they must have been good, he always seemed so peaceful when he slept. She wondered if she had ever slept so peacefully, her dreams always left her feeling uneasy, empty, afraid.
Looking down at him asleep, she wanted to protect him, to ensure that his sleep would always be so peaceful, but she knew better than to make any promises. There was nothing she could do to ensure that. Bad things would happen, they always did, that was the nature of the universe they lived in, however much they tried to fight against it, it always won.
She smiled sadly; she had stopped believing in other people when her father died. I mean, she had friends and all, but she had closed herself off to them, it hurt too much to get attached to people, to believe in concepts of family, only to lose it all, to be disappointed over and over again. Everyone she had ever come to love and to care about in her life, everyone she thought cared about her the same way, ended up abandoning her. And so, at the ripe old age of 14 she was fiercely independent, knew how to take care of herself. Sure, she kept the Harper's on to crew the Maru, but she had convinced herself that she didn't NEED anybody in her life, that the only person she could trust was herself, that to get too attached to others was a weakness, something that would always come back to bite you in the butt, that it was to lose part of one's self.
But this baby had begun to change all that from that first moment when he had looked up at her with those astonishing blue eyes. He tore her out of her apathy; she couldn't help but let him into her heart. This really did scare her, but it was a fear she could live with, and left her wanting to give more of herself, which, surprisingly, she didn't feel left her with any less, but rather, this kid was becoming a part of her, so the more she gave, the more she felt she gained.
.To be continued.
I Know You
By shutmeoff06
CHAPTER 2
Seamus and his mother were released from the hospital soon after his birth, but only because they really couldn't afford to stay any longer. The baby was alright, but Meghan remained in pain. The doctors never had an answer as to what was wrong, but the truth was they really didn't care enough to find out. She never complained though, she was too in love with her new baby to let it bring her down.
Damien, on the other hand, never showed much more than a passing interest in his new son. He was all over his wife, of course, and didn't like the baby consuming all her attention, but he didn't make much of a fuss over it. He'd picked Seamus up a few times, moments which were very fatherly, I'll give him that much, but as soon as the baby would start to cry, he would hand him off to one of the women to deal with. He never fed the kid, changed him, never did much at all, but that was who he'd always been. He took credit for things when they were good, and walked off when things got difficult, or whenever somebody else could do the job and he didn't have to.
Beka was infatuated with the baby. She, of course, didn't like having to change his diapers, being woken up by his crying at night, etc, etc., but she did love being with him. She loved the way he'd grip her finger with his tiny hand, loved the noises he'd make when she tickled him or played with his toes. She also loved the way Meghan was with him. He was always calm when he was in her arms. Maybe he didn't have a good father, but he had a good mom, one who took an interest in everything about her little baby. Beka had never known her mother.
She watched him lying in her old crib, moving his arms and legs this way and that, trying them out. She put a stuffed animal in front of him and squeezed it, making it sing 'twinkle, twinkle, little star.' He made all sorts of excited noises at that, reaching up for the bear. Beka put it in the crib. He touched its furry face, and studied it with his curious blue eyes before he seemed to lose interest and started to chew on its ear. Beka picked him up. He protested a little, but, with the attention span of, well, an infant, forgot all about the bear and soon found Beka's face just as interesting. Beka pulled his hand from her mouth and started to sing,
'twinkle, twinkle, little star.' He made incoherent sounds, singing along.
'..how I wonder what u are.' she pointed her finger at his nose and he went cross-eyed following it
'.up above the sky so high.' she lifted him above her head and he made some more excited sounds, flailing his limbs
'.like a diamond in my eye...' she blew raspberries [that's what it's called?] on his belly and he was ecstatic with joy at that.
'.twinkle, twinkle, little star.' she put him back down in the crib
'...how I wonder.what .you.are...' he calmed again as her voice dropped off, and she watched over him in silence as he yawned and fell asleep.
She loved to watch him sleep, wondering what his dreams were about. She imagined they must have been good, he always seemed so peaceful when he slept. She wondered if she had ever slept so peacefully, her dreams always left her feeling uneasy, empty, afraid.
Looking down at him asleep, she wanted to protect him, to ensure that his sleep would always be so peaceful, but she knew better than to make any promises. There was nothing she could do to ensure that. Bad things would happen, they always did, that was the nature of the universe they lived in, however much they tried to fight against it, it always won.
She smiled sadly; she had stopped believing in other people when her father died. I mean, she had friends and all, but she had closed herself off to them, it hurt too much to get attached to people, to believe in concepts of family, only to lose it all, to be disappointed over and over again. Everyone she had ever come to love and to care about in her life, everyone she thought cared about her the same way, ended up abandoning her. And so, at the ripe old age of 14 she was fiercely independent, knew how to take care of herself. Sure, she kept the Harper's on to crew the Maru, but she had convinced herself that she didn't NEED anybody in her life, that the only person she could trust was herself, that to get too attached to others was a weakness, something that would always come back to bite you in the butt, that it was to lose part of one's self.
But this baby had begun to change all that from that first moment when he had looked up at her with those astonishing blue eyes. He tore her out of her apathy; she couldn't help but let him into her heart. This really did scare her, but it was a fear she could live with, and left her wanting to give more of herself, which, surprisingly, she didn't feel left her with any less, but rather, this kid was becoming a part of her, so the more she gave, the more she felt she gained.
.To be continued.
