Summary: Haruka and Michiru are married and Michiru has just given birth. That's all for now, until I get some more written.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any part of Sailor Moon or the characters thereof. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi. Only Kiseki belongs to me.
Michiru lay in her hospital bed, completely exhausted, holding her just-born baby girl. She looked down lovingly at the child, watching as she slept peacefully. She looked over towards the door as it opened to reveal her wife, who had just forfeited the race she was in to come join her.
Haruka, who was still wearing her racing suit, gazed in complete and utter awe from her wife to her little girl. "Michi," she whispered as she walked over to the side of the bed, never once taking her eyes off the child. "She's so beautiful."
Michiru smiled. "Just like her papa," she murmured, too tired to speak very loudly. She closed her eyes and sighed.
Haruka turned and looked at her tired-out wife. She smiled and brushed her hand over Michiru's head gently. One question plagued her mind at that moment: what were they going to name her? "Um, Michi?" she said quietly.
Michiru opened her eyes slightly. "Hmm?" She looked down at the child and then back to her blonde lover.
"Have you thought of a name yet?" Haruka asked, lightly touching the baby's tiny hands. She smiled proudly and waited for her wife's response.
Michiru hadn't even thought about it. She was too tired to think of one now so she took the easy way out. "I want you to choose," she whispered. She was falling asleep quickly and couldn't help it.
Haruka noticed this. She stood up, bent over, and kissed Michiru's forehead before taking her little girl into her own arms so her wife could rest. With her free hand, she pulled a chair up to the bed and sat down, cradling her still-sleeping daughter. She felt a mix of emotions and wanted to cry, but her tears would be of joy, not sadness. She felt so proud to be a papa again. Without even realizing it, a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. She swiped it away after it had fallen half way down her cheek. It was at that moment that she found a name. She smiled as she thought about it and decided that it would be official. When the doctor returned and asked if she had decided on a name, she nodded. "Kiseki," she said.
The doctor wrote down the name, nodded, and left the room. The nurse that was keeping watch over the baby came and took her to another room, leaving Haruka alone save for Michiru.
Haruka watched as the nurse took her daughter and left. Her mind wandered for a moment, thinking about the race, until a slight movement caught her eye.
Michiru was waking up. Even when completely exhausted, she was still a very light sleeper. "Ruka?" she said. She turned her head in Haruka's direction but couldn't see her due to the fact that her eyes still hadn't focused.
Haruka moved the chair closer to the bed and took her wife's hand. "I'm here, love," she whispered. She ran her thumb over Michiru's knuckles.
Michiru smiled lightly, feeling safe and content. "Did you decide on a name?" she asked. She knew that Haruka would choose a fitting name.
Haruka smiled, letting out a soft chuckle. "Yes. I named her Kiseki." With her free hand, she reached up and stroked Michiru's hair.
Michiru smiled proudly. The gesture quickly faded when she felt a cold breeze on her arms. She started to shiver so she let go of Haruka's hand and pulled her sheet up to cover her arms.
Haruka brought her hand down from Michiru's hair. "Are you ok, baby? Do you want me to get you another sheet?" Haruka's protectiveness over her wife came out on accident, and she scolded herself for it, but she didn't want her to get sick.
Michiru chuckled at Haruka's tone. "Ruka? Do you have to go to the race tomorrow?" Still shivering, she clutched the sheet closer to herself.
Haruka shook her head, though she knew that Michiru wasn't looking. "I'm not going. The guys could use a break right now anyway. Why do you ask?" She still thought her needed another sheet or two, or perhaps a full blanket.
Michiru yawned. "No reason. I just want you here with me," she whispered. She hated hospitals, and she hated to be away from her wife for too long, but the two combined was something she couldn't stand to think of. "Ruka?"
"Yeah, baby?" came Haruka's quick response. She thought about telling the entire hospital staff off for having such horrible conditions for a woman who had just given birth. Her full attention was back to her wife when she heard her soft voice.
"Can you lay with me, please?" Michiru pleaded. She wanted to feel her wife's body and not just her hands.
Haruka felt like an idiot for not thinking of that sooner. "Of course. I'll do anything for you. You know that," she said as she stood up and walked to the other side of the bed. She carefully lied down next to Michiru, trying not to hurt her. She knew that her aqua-haired goddess had to be extremely sore, so she tried not to move her too much, if at all.
When Haruka had finally settled on one spot to lay, Michiru turned onto her side and snuggled into Haruka. Feeling Haruka's body heat made her feel a lot better.
Haruka was surprised to no end when she felt just how cold Michiru was. She wrapped her arms around her wife, trying to keep her as warm as she possibly could. "I love you, Michi."
Michiru smiled and snuggled into Haruka even more. She wrapped an arm loosely around the blonde's waist and yawned quietly. "I love you, too, my Ruka," she said when her yawn ended.
Haruka chuckled and turned her head. She kissed her wife's forehead before looking at the digital clock that hung just above the door. She was shocked to find that it was already seven o'clock. "I was wondering why the sun had gone down," she thought. She ran her hand up and down Michiru's arm, trying to warm her up. "Go to sleep, Michi. You need to rest," she whispered.
Michiru wasn't going to argue. Her body was warming up, thanks to Haruka, and she could finally get some true sleep.
Haruka wondered if she should have turned off the light. She shrugged lightly, trying not to disturb her wife. She looked down and watched as Michiru slept. "She's the most beautiful person on this planet," she thought to herself. She silently thanked God for letting her meet the aqua-haired senshi. After an hour or so of watching her wife, Haruka fell asleep.
Two days and six sheets later, Michiru and Kiseki were released from the hospital. Haruka was thrilled that her wife and daughter were out of that lousy place and were going to spend the rest of their days in a comfortably warm house. She drove the three of them home quickly and helped Michiru out of the car and inside.
Michiru was ecstatic to finally be home, but she knew that things were about to change drastically. She had already discussed with Haruka that Setsuna would be around a lot, helping to raise Kiseki. She wanted to give her child the option of home-schooling, and if Kiseki wanted to, then Setsuna would be her "teacher."
As if someone had low-jacked them, the phone rang just as Haruka had shut and locked the front door of their mansion. She walked over and answered it.
While Haruka talked on the phone, Michiru took Kiseki to the nursery that they had just finished. She set the tiny child in the crib and watched as she slept. Michiru noticed that Kiseki was unusually quiet for someone who was only three days old. She expected to have a constantly-crying baby on her hands so she wasn't sure if she should be thankful or if she should check to make sure that there was nothing wrong with her child. While she was lost in her thoughts, she never heard Haruka come up the stairs and into the room.
Haruka came up behind her wife and wrapped her arms around her waist. She rested her chin on Michiru's shoulder and looked at Kiseki proudly. "Are you ok? You've been awfully quiet since this morning."
Michiru chuckled. "Yeah. I've just been thinking," she whispered, turning in Haruka's embrace. She leaned forward and kissed her blonde lover before staring into her teal eyes. She smiled sweetly, gave her wife another quick kiss, and the hugged her, resting her head against Haruka's chest. "I love you, Ruka."
Haruka held Michiru tightly. "I love you, too, Michi." She basked in the glory that was her life. She had the greatest and most beautiful person in the world as her wife, she had a beautiful little girl; two to be exact. She kicked herself mentally for almost forgetting about Hotaru. Much to her annoyance, the phone rang again. Not wanting the annoying appliance to wake her sleeping child, she started to turn to answer it but was stopped by Michiru, who wouldn't let her go.
"Let the machine get it," Michiru said, clinging onto her wife. She kissed Haruka with passion. The embrace that she had on the blonde tightened as the let their desire for one another take them over.
They had somehow managed to make it out of Kiseki's nursery and into their bedroom without ever waking her. Sometime around 3:30 am, though, she did wake up. She cried loudly, with all the force and volume that a four-day-old baby could muster.
To Be Continued
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