Remember I said that Legacy was just gonna be a bunch of cute shit now? Yeah. This is what I mean.
Q&A was posted on my writing blog and the link to the wiki will be posted sooonish probably
January-September 2023 Atlantis, Atlantis
Lucy didn't knock. She just opened the office door. Desmond didn't notice. That was why she didn't knock. He was staring at two different screens, working. Desmond worked a lot. She knew why. He wanted to make the world even better. No one got a pass on bad shit they'd done. Including him.
To amuse herself Lucy reached out and brushed against his mind psionically. Desmond did a full start of surprise, jumping in his chair and slapping the desk with the palm of his hand. She giggled as his head whipped around to her. No one else had the guts to even try and touch Desmond's mind. Other psychics said it was too scary because it was so vast. Lucy didn't have that sort of problem. She'd specifically learned to do it to drag Desmond's attention away from whatever he was doing to pay attention to her since in the past few years it was surprisingly difficult to get his attention sometimes. Everyone always needed him or wanted his attention.
"Oh. Hey honey, you startled me," Desmond said, a smile pulling across his face.
"I know," she stopped on the other side of his desk. "You busy?"
"Yes, but did you need something? I can put it on hold if you want."
That made her smile. "Well I don't need you to exactly but you might want to," Lucy said.
"Okay?" he said slowly. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah. I just needed to tell you something."
Desmond blinked at her. "This isn't you doing that thing you do where you make me think it's something bad and then you tell me you love me is it? You know that always stresses me out."
She giggled. "No. Unless you're already anxious?"
"Well just tell me would ya?"
"I'm pregnant."
His reaction wasn't what Lucy expected. He just sort of leaned back in his chair and looked her up and down. "What?" he asked.
"I'm pregnant."
"What?" he asked again.
"You heard me," she gave him a look. Again he didn't say anything. He just looked… confused? They looked at each other for a few minutes. "You know this isn't the reaction I expected," she said, giving him a hard look.
"Sorry. My brain's kinda catching up to what you just said. I was really focused on something else and I'm trying to catch up to that. Give me a sec here."
Lucy waited. She knew Desmond had a lot going on in his head. Since the Unnamed, it was hard to keep him not doing five things at once. He was always thinking about something else unless Lucy told him that this was more important. But it was sometimes slow to get him to think about something new if he was focused on something else. Lucy was one of the few people who could drag his attention on other directions too.
A solid minute passed and Lucy smiled a little when she saw Desmond's entire face shift just a bit. It lifted up and then he got out of his chair and came around the other side of the desk and kissed her deeply. She closed her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "That's amazing," he told her once he stopped kissing her. She beamed at her. "Not exactly what I'd call 'waiting' but I'm not going to complain either."
"You're the one who doesn't pull out," she said, raising a brow at him.
He snickered. "Okay, that's fair," he said with a huge smile. Then he was all sorts of excited energy and grabbed both her hands in his own. "You're really pregnant?"
"Mhm!"
"That's so awesome!" He kissed her on the face a bunch making her giggle as he showered her with affection. "How long?"
"About six weeks," she said. His smiling was making her smile even more.
"Ah. So that's why you haven't been feeling too well."
"Yeah," she grimaced. Lucy had had the worst morning sickness. Every day almost at seven am on the dot she had to run to the bathroom and throw up for a little bit. It was part of why she'd told Desmond now and not waited a bit longer. Her morning sickness was very obvious to anyone not her own husband apparently. Jake had figured it out after three days. She didn't blame Desmond for not noticing. He was usually too busy making sure she had water and making her something easy to eat for breakfast when she eventually kicked him out of the bathroom because his hovering wasn't making her feel better.
"Well now I won't worry and think you're dying then," he said, sounding genuinely relieved.
"I'm not going to die, you made sure of that," she said and cupped the side of his face.
He turned his face into her hand, holding it there with his own hand and kissed the palm. "I know, I still worry," he said. She knew he did. That he'd done it wrong. She couldn't imagine the mess he'd be if she was gone or if he had made a mistake with it. Desmond wasn't suicidal, anymore, but losing her wouldn't help the situation. But she was already older than her 'expiration date' so everything was fine.
"I'm not going to die," she told him again. "Don't bring the mood down."
"You're right. Sorry. I really am pretty excited," he said, back to smiling like a fool.
He kissed her again. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she said before he kissed her some more. She could feel his excitement in the way his hands pressed against her, holding her against him.
Then, abruptly, he stopped kissing her. "Okay, sorry, I need to go right now," he said.
"What?" she cocked her head at him. "I'm so excited I need to go run around. I'll be back in a few minutes."
She laughed at him. "Okay," she said and kissed the tip of his nose. "Or we could just have celebratory sex?"
"Uhhhh—" she watched Desmond's brain short out a little. "Both. Both is good," he nodded. "First I need to go run off some of this energy."
"Want me to stay?" She rose a brow at her, her lips curling up on one side like a smirk.
Desmond didn't understand. Then he did and he flushed. "Not this time. I have important things on my desk," he said.
"I could be too—
"Youuuu, are a troublemaker," he told her. She just giggled. "Okay, be right back, meet you back home," and he pressed another kiss against her mouth before actually leaving. She honestly thought he wouldn't really leave. She followed after him and watched him literally run down the hallway.
"I married an idiot," she told herself with a slight shake of her head and a sigh. But that was okay. She knew what she was getting into with Desmond. She'd been with him in a simulated eternity. She absolutely knew what she was getting into when she married Desmond. He was kinda dumb sometimes and basic as hell but that was the charm to him. That and he always made her feel like the most important person in the entire world. Lucy locked Desmond's office and went up to the top of the Embrace where she and Desmond lived to wait for him to come back.
—
It wasn't the first doctor's visit but probably the most important. Lucy could see how utterly wired Desmond was. He literally couldn't sit still. He was very excited. She was too but she didn't get the same nervous energy he did. "Des, honey just relax," she said with a smile and put a hand on his leg. His leg was bouncing.
"Huh? Oh, sorry," he stopped bouncing his leg. "You know how I get."
"Heh, I do," she said.
They were waiting for the doctor. They were proeathan. Not because there were no more human doctors but because Lucy didn't want humans touching her. Not now. Not when so many were starting to realize they were more. A lot of them had empathy or even telepathy. It was apparently extremely common in humans now that people were able to access their psychic powers. Mainly she just didn't want to be bothered by flowering psychics trying to reach out to her while doing their doctor duties and seeing too much of her. She wanted to just be left alone. Bad enough that so many people knew what she looked like. Whenever someone touched a bit too far with their mind it took no time at all for all humans in the area to know the Angel of the Lake was around. They all wanted to talk to her, to touch her. If she was with Desmond he just made them invisible to get them out of the area but he wasn't always with her. Desmond was teaching her how to close her mind off but it wasn't easy and she wasn't naturally inclined to that sort of ability so it was something she had to actually work on. Desmond did it no problem because he was Desmond and freak of nature but she wasn't so lucky. She was a freak of science but that was an entirely different emotional break down she hadn't had in a while.
Proeathans didn't have the same problems humans had. Mainly they were an older psychic race and knew how to politely respect people's psionic boundaries. Proeathans couldn't affect others either, they could only affect themselves. So Lucy had a proeathan pediatrician. She was a nice Netallian with peppermint red hair and always had the most amazing and perfect red-winged eyeliner that made Lucy jealous. Her name was Ki'ars and had been absolutely petrified the first time Desmond and Lucy had come in for their first visit because it was the stadalla and it had taken her three visits to realize it was also the Angel but by then she also knew they were both just human beings and not something to be worshipped.
Ki'ars eventually came into the room. "Hello," she said in her velvety accent.
"Hello," Lucy and Desmond greeted her in unison.
Ki'ars sat down on her stool after throwing the back of her coat out behind her. Proeathan doctors loved the drama of human doctoral lab coats. Sometimes going to see a proeathan doctor was like going to the theater because their lab coats could be outrageous. "You're looking well," she said looking Lucy over with a sweep of blue eyes. "Eating well still? Taking your medication?"
"Yes, and yes," Lucy nodded.
"Any strange pains or abnormal bleedings?"
"No."
"Excellent," Ki'ars jotted that down and got up again. "Now I'm sure you don't want me to ask you any more questions because you want to get to the main event huh?"
"Desmond has been jittery all morning, so for my sanity, please," she teased him. Desmond chuckled.
"Alright, take off your shirt and we'll get started then," Ki'ars said and turned her back on Lucy and Desmond to fiddle with a machine on a arm that swung down from the ceiling. It was basically a large light and screen.
Lucy took her shirt off. Her stomach was very noticeable without any clothes on and she put her hand on it without thinking sort of protectively. Desmond positively beamed at her and she got all warm in her stomach. She loved him so much and was so happy they were having a baby. She kinda wanted it to be over already so they could both be gross parents. She resisted the urge to kiss him. It was an urge she got all the time and half the time she didn't manage to resist it and they ended up making out wherever.
Ki'ars turned back around to them and went to some cabinets. She pulled out a jar and then put on a pair of latex gloves and scooped what was in the jar into her hand. "So this allows for easier light passage. It might be a little cold," she said as she came over to Lucy. "Lay down for me," and Lucy laid down on the gurney. Ki'ars smeared the clear gel onto part of her stomach. She got goosebumps and shivered.
"It is cold," Lucy complained.
"Yeah, sorry," Ki'ars said. She took the gloves off and brought the swinging machine arm down. It didn't touch Lucy but got very close. She turned the head on and no light was emitted. Proeathans had weird machines that did impossible things but the anti-lights always boggled Lucy's mind. They weren't seeable by human or proeathan vision and could only be picked up by cameras. Proeathans had a bunch of anti-lights. Like the one for this machine was sort of like an x-ray. But it wasn't an x-ray because shooting babies with x-rays was dangerous. It was more like it could penetrate one thing but as soon as it hit something else it was bounced back, almost like how sound worked but far more precise.
On the screen on the wall what the camera was capturing by the bounced light was projected. It was way better than any ultrasound Lucy had ever seen but there was still distortions because of the closeness of all the tissue. But there was the very distinct image of a tiny little human. Desmond grabbed her hand. "There they are, got them the first time, and they're facing a good direction," Ki'ars said.
Lucy was hardly listening. She was staring at the screen. That was her baby. That was her baby! Just a few years ago she'd been so sure she never wanted kids because it would be too cruel to them, to Desmond, to herself. "It moved," she said when the image moved a little.
"Well, yes, it is alive," Ki'ars said with gentle amusement. "They look perfectly healthy which is good given… the both of you," she said warily.
"Don't beat around the bush doc, you can call us both weirdos," Desmond said. Lucy gave him a look but Desmond just grinned at her.
"What gender are they?" Lucy asked her.
"Hmm," Ki'ars adjusted the light a little. "Looks like a little boy. See, you can see even though he's shy," Ki'ars pointed.
Lucy's heart jumped. A boy. She blinked a bunch all at once and she sniffed a little. She didn't hear much of the rest of the appointment. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen until finally Ki'ars turned off the light and wiped down Lucy's stomach. She realized she had been smiling the entire time as she put her shirt on. They finished up the appointment. Ki'ars reminded Lucy to drink lots of fluids and eat well and take her dietary supplements so she and the baby would stay healthy. They thanked the doctor and left the doctor's office and the building to walk a few blocks back to the Embrace from the clinic. Desmond talked but she was only half hearing him and would just nod now and then.
It wasn't until they were in the elevator to the top of the Embrace that it suddenly all caught up with her. Next to her Desmond started when she sniffed once and then just started crying. "Wha- Lucy, honey, what's the matter?" Desmond asked, gently taking her arm. She wasn't sobbing, she was just crying.
"Nothing," she said.
"You're crying," he said and stroked her hair with worry.
She laughed. "Cause I'm happy!" she cried and the tears were still coming.
"Oh, thank goodness," Desmond sighed. He gently stroked her cheek and chin, smiling again.
She rubbed at one of her eyes, smiling and crying at the same time. Her chest felt too small, like it going to explode from all the joy and love she felt. The elevator dinged gently and Desmond pulled her out onto their floor. "I love you," she said.
"I love you too." He wiped her eyes for her like the sweetheart he was and Lucy just loved him so much. Everything about him was wonderful.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he leaned down a little to kiss her wet face. "I'm so glad we're having a baby together. And that it's a boy. I wouldn't have cared what it was but I love you both so much," she sniffled.
He held her against him. "I'm glad you're happy," he said. He stroked her chin with his thumb, cupping her jaw. "We deserve it."
She laughed. "Yeah, we do," she said, all smiles. "Let's tell everyone," her face hurt from smiling.
Desmond smiled back at her. "Yes. I'm glad we're having a boy," he said as he opened the door to their home.
"Yeah?" she asked as he pulled her inside.
"Mhm! Jake was sure you were going to have a girl. He bet me fifty dins-
"Desmond!" she yelled and he laughed. She gave him a playful smack. "Like you need it," she scolded him.
"Whaaaat? It's funny," he grinned at her. Then he kissed her on the face and the mouth. "But really, it didn't matter to me what we have, I'm going to love them all the same. As much as I love you."
She smiled at him. "Good," she kissed him again. They ended up kissing some more before managing to pull themselves away from each other and Desmond went to call up everyone important and tell them the good news.
—
Lucy was sitting in the nursery. It was all teal and pink colored. Teal was a 'boy' color for proeathans, more green than anything else, and pink was a color for children since it was so soft and pleasant to look at even though they were all colorblind. Despite their colorblindness proeathans had a surprisingly good grasp of color and how they paired together. She was sitting in the rocking chair Altair had built. Not even had commissioned, he'd made the entire damn thing. Apparently, nine hundred years was plenty of time to learn how to do all sorts of things. He'd made it Lucy sized too and Desmond couldn't really sit in it. He was too big and tall to find it comfortable. That was fine with Lucy. She found it plenty comfortable.
By this time Lucy was very pregnant. Only a two months left before she was due. But it was really the dumbest thing. Their son was due in two months but they still hadn't decided on a name. Nothing felt… right. Desmond had found books from bookstores on the American mainland full of baby names. Humans did a lot of raiding of nonessentials on destroyed parts of their old civilization. A lot was just gone after almost a decade of neglect but there were some places where things were still usable. Bookstores were a favorite since they had so much culture that humans had had to put on the back burner for several years to survive.
Desmond was walking back and forth in the nursery with one of the books open just running through the list of names. Lucy was using one foot to rock herself back and forth a little but wasn't commenting on any of them. She didn't like any of them. Well really it wasn't that, it was that Desmond didn't seem partial to any of them either. He had no opinion. Really Lucy could have picked any name she wanted and Desmond would have been fine with it but she didn't want that to be how they named their kids, her just having the only strong feelings about it.
"Dumas, dumb, Dunbar, who would actually name their kid that? Duncan… Dundee, sucks, Dylan, eh, Ean, it's with an E, who writes Ian with an E? Edward, I still can't take that name seriously after Twilight-
"Hold on, go back," Lucy interrupted Desmond and his running commentary on names.
"Hmm?" Desmond asked. He stopped pacing and looked at her. "To which one? Please don't say you wanna name them Dumas. They'll get made fun of so much." Though he looked… nervous. Not about what he'd said. Like he'd made a mistake he hadn't meant to make.
"No," she said.
She gave him a long look. Desmond didn't flinch but he did start to look a bit uncomfortable. "Duncan?" he asked. "Even though I suggested it before and you said no so what's the point?" he waved it off.
"Yeah but I expected you to want to have a bit more say in our child's name," Lucy said.
"I gave you my input and you said no like three months ago," Desmond said. "So what's there to add?"
"So that's why you're so uninterested-
"I'm not uninterested. I just think any name is okay if you like it," Desmond said.
"But don't care what it is?" she asked.
"Well… no?"
"Desmond, you realize what you're saying don't you?" she asked. "And how shitty it sounds?"
Desmond grimaced. "I guess," he shrugged a little, looking away from her.
"You know we talked about this. I don't wanna name our kids after all the dead people in our lives. There are too many of them. Way too many."
"I know," Desmond said, "That's why I haven't brought it up again."
"Even though you still feel the same way?"
Desmond went over to her and took a knee in front of the rocking chair. "It's not like I'm saying let's name our kid Andrew-
"Ew, gross," she made a face.
"Yeah, exactly," Desmond said. "And I don't want to name our kids after all the dead people we know. Just this one."
"This isn't a second chance thing is it?"
"No," Desmond shook his head. "I'm not gross like my dad was who couldn't form healthy relationships so kept making new ones to replace his failed ones." She nodded. He grabbed one of her hands and held it in both of his. "I love you, so much. I love our baby almost as much," that made her smile a little. "Like almost," and he held up his hand putting his forefinger and thumb together so they were almost touching. That made her giggle. "I loved my brother too. He was, literally, the only thing I had growing up. I loved him so much I want to name my kid after him, because I loved him, not because I think he deserves it or I deserve something. Just because I loved him."
"This is the only one?"
"I promise," Desmond said. "The next one can be Zeus or something or whatever the fuck humans are naming their babies that year," and that made Lucy laugh.
She mulled it over. Really her Desmond was such a good person. When he wanted to be. Sometimes he was an asshole but for the most part he tried to do the best and be the best him. He was never an asshole to her but he had to put up with so many idiots in the Fold she was surprised he hadn't just washed his hands of them and started over with a new group of people for the Fold. She knew he loved her and loved their unborn son and he had a lot of love inside of him. She had been worried about why he wanted to name their son Duncan but she knew she shouldn't have. That wasn't how Desmond was. He wasn't selfish like that.
"Okay," she said. She admitted, she didn't hate the name. Duncan was a good name. It sounded good even. "Even though I can't believe we're naming our son a D name too," she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, trust me, I had that crisis when I was twelve and realized my parents were both so bad at names they named their two kids D names," Desmond said. "And really, you're okay with it?"
"Yes," she said. "It's a nice name and I want you to like our baby's name too." His response was to kiss her sweetly and gently.
—
Desmond had been asked to wait outside. Proeathans didn't allow fathers into maternity wards during the birthing process. The nurse in charge had looked about to faint asking the stadalla to leave the room but Desmond had gone. He hadn't planned on being there anyway. He knew he'd just make everyone anxious and afraid and he didn't want that. He did hear some noises from inside but not the screaming he expected because of how TV told him childbirth was. Desmond waited for hours. He did some work and paced and played on his tablet and just tried to pass the time. No one talked to him. They all knew who he was. They were all too afraid to speak to him.
Finally, five hours later, the door opened and the head nurse poked her head out. "You can come inside," she said.
Desmond practically sprang off the seat and went into the room. The other nurses were busy cleaning up the mess and the midwife was getting Lucy situated on the bed. Desmond waited off to the side until she moved aside. He went to Lucy's side. "Hey," he said, bending down a bit to touch her two-tone hair because she hadn't dyed it in a while.
"Hey," she said tiredly.
"You made it," he said as soft as a whisper and leaned down to kiss her temple.
"Mmm! Where is he?" she asked.
Desmond looked around. One of the nurses had cleaned the baby up and was busy wrapping them in pink swaddling. Pink was a baby color. It was supposed to promote good health and be soothing to look at for both species. "He's coming," he assured her. "They're just cleaning him up."
"Okay," she said tiredly.
The nurse eventually brought the baby over and handed him to Lucy, putting him on her chest. She immediately wrapped her arms around them. Her eyes shined and she stroked his chubby cheeks. Duncan's eyes were already open and looking up at Lucy. "Hey," Lucy cooed, smiling so much her face was split in two. Desmond sat on the bed next to her.
"He's beautiful," Desmond said.
"He is," Lucy said, unable to look away from him. Desmond didn't blame her. Desmond could look at him all day too.
He wrapped an arm around Lucy's shoulders and leaned down some to gently touch his son's face. The nurses finished cleaning up the room and gave them some privacy before asking about the legal documentation required for newborns. That and who the fuck was going to rush them? No one. They just stayed like that. Eventually, Duncan closed his eyes and fell asleep and it was the cutest thing ever
Desmond started when Lucy's phone rang on the desk. He picked it up. "Hello?"
"Des? Where's Lucy? Is she okay? I called earlier but no one was picking up," Jacob said, sounding stressed out.
"Oh, we're at the hospital-
"What?! Why? What happened? Is something wrong?"
Desmond blinked slowly. Then he remembered. He hadn't told any of the others that Lucy had gone into labor and they'd gone to the hospital. Jacob thought something terrible had happened. "No. Everything fine. We have a baby now-
"What! And you didn't call me sooner!?" Jacob yelled.
"So sorrrrry my first thought when my wife went into labor wasn't to call you," Desmond rolled his eyes.
"Yeah yeah okay jerk face. See you in a bit! Then he hung up."
"Who was that?" Lucy asked him.
"Jacob. He thought one of us was dying."
"Oh… idiot," she said.
"Yeah. I think he's coming here now. Probably going to tell the others."
"So what you're saying is we should enjoy the peace and quiet while we can before everyone shows up and wants to hold the baby?" Lucy said.
"Yeah, basically," Desmond grinned. He kissed her forehead. "He really is something else."
"Yeah," she nodded. "What are you going to do with the Fold?"
"I dunno. Kick their asses about not being pieces of shit and take a step back. I don't want to miss anything with him," as he said that he stroked Duncan's cheek with a finger. "Or you."
"Okay," she said softly and yawned. "I'm tired," she said.
"Then go to sleep, silly," he said with a grin. She nodded drowsily. "Better get your sleep in before Jacob, Ezio, and Mike show up."
She chuckled. "Yeah," she said with a tired grin. "Here," she handed him their baby and Desmond held him expertly. He'd been practicing with butternut squash since they were approximately the same size as a new baby and Desmond was a big, useless, human being who didn't know how to hold babies. He always threw Lucy into stitches whenever she found him wandering around holding butternut squash like a baby. "I'm going to take a quick nap," she yawned.
"Okay," Desmond said and leaned down and kissed her mouth. "I love you."
"I love you too," she said with a dreamy smile and closed her eyes. She was out in moments.
Desmond got off the bed to not disturb Lucy and started slowly walking around the ward. After a few minutes the nurses came in with a bit of paperwork just to certify what his name was and who his parents were so he existed on paper. Proeathans didn't circumcise so that wasn't even a question either. Desmond told them the name they'd picked, "His name is Duncan. Do I need to sign anything? My hands are kinda full," he looked down at the baby.
"I'll leave them on the counter and you can sign them when you get a moment," the nurse said. Desmond nodded and the nurse left after doing as she said.
That left Desmond alone in the room with just baby Duncan and a sleeping wife. At least for a little while. Probably half an hour passed when the door was abruptly opened. A whole collection of people poured into the room led by Jacob. "Congrats, it isn't an alien!" Jacob said.
"I mean it is my brother's baby," Tommy said, "and he's a special snowflake alien mutant so who knows."
Desmond sighed and rolled his eyes at the both of them. "Not so loud, he's sleeping," Desmond scolded them.
"Right right, don't wake the baby, got it," Jacob said. Then he noticed Lucy was waking up and went over to gush to her.
Altair, Ezio, and Mike's entrance was a lot more subdued. Altair had to literally put his hand on Ezio's chest to restrain his enthusiasm. "Let me hold him so Ezio can hug you before he hurts himself," Altair said calmly.
"That sounds like a pretty good excuse to be the first one to get to hold him," Desmond said with a smirk.
"Well I am the oldest and I gotta get something over on Jacob somehow," Altair sighed. "But really, before Ezio breaks in half from excitement."
"I am literally right here," Ezio said, annoyed.
Desmond did transfer Duncan to Altair and Ezio was immediately allowed to continue his original path and swept Desmond up into one of his big, bear, bone-crushing, hugs that made Desmond's spine pop. He kissed Desmond on both cheeks. "Congratulations bambino!" he didn't quite yell.
Desmond smiled widely. "Thanks," he said.
When Ezio let him go Mike hugged him next. Desmond was still getting used to actual warmth coming out of this person who used to be Hawk but now wasn't Hawk at all. Mike had such a warm, honest, embrace. "Congratulations," he said as well. He released Desmond once he'd held Desmond long enough.
"Hey, why did Altair get to hold him first?" Tommy complained.
"Because he tricked me into it," Desmond sighed. "And was good at it."
"You'll get your turn. Age before idiocy," Altair said. Desmond could tell Altair was absolutely enrapt with the new addition.
"Yeah yeah okay old guy let someone else have a go before he wakes up and starts crying and I kick all you out," Desmond said and picked Duncan out of Altair's arms and put him in Tommy's. Tommy had experience holding babies from the two he and Jacob had adopted and didn't need to be coached which was nice.
"So, what's his name? You finally going to tell us?" Jacob asked, gently stroking Duncan's face while Tommy held him. Desmond and Lucy had been keeping it top secret. Mostly because they hadn't figured it out until very recently but the two of them liked making everyone annoyed that they didn't tell them what it was.
"We were thinking we'd wait till they started going to school and we had to legally inform people what it was," Lucy said from the bed. That made everyone laugh until Tommy started shushing them because Duncan made an unhappy face and everyone shut right up. They waited in silence to see if he'd start crying but he just kept on sleeping.
"C'mon, I wanna hold him," Jacob said impatiently and Tommy let Jacob hold Duncan.
"We named him Duncan," Desmond said.
Tommy and Altair both looked at him in surprise. "Seriously?" Tommy asked.
"Mhm," Desmond nodded.
"Huh… alright."
Duncan was passed over to Ezio and then finally Mike. It was by some miracle that he stayed asleep that long before he opened his eyes. Then a moment later he opened his mouth and started crying. Desmond immediately took Duncan back and brought him over to Lucy. He was probably hungry. Not like he had anything to poop yet. Jacob helped Lucy sit up and Desmond handed the infant to her. They politely conversed among themselves about babies while Lucy convinced Duncan that no he really did want this tit in his mouth and it was way better than crying. "How long were you guys here?" Tommy asked.
"About seven hours. Lucy doesn't like hospitals so we waited until she was partially done with her contractions before coming down here," Desmond said.
"Hospitals are disgusting sources of disease," Lucy called back from the bed.
"Yeah that too," Desmond said.
"She's not wrong," Jacob grimaced. Jacob would know best of course. He'd Bled a lot of medical persons and one of his moms had been a nurse. "You shouldn't stay here too long."
"Well, she's fine so probably just until she's been cleared to carry her own self out of here," Desmond shrugged.
"House births are way better," Jacob said. As he did the whining and low crying from Duncan finally stopped as Lucy got him nursing and he figured out how nipples worked.
"Yeah well we didn't want a bunch of proeathans and the midwife in our house okay? Like bad enough you five just show up whenever the fuck you want— which is going to be even worse now isn't it?"
"Oh yeah," Mike said with a wide grin.
"… I'm getting new locks."
The others laughed. "You know locks don't work on Tom," Jacob nudged him in the ribs.
"Don't remind me," Desmond sighed. That was the problem with having a clone of yourself and you were an all-powerful psychic. Tommy could do just about everything Desmond could and was one of the few powerful telekinetic amid humans. Mary was one of the others. But being a telekinetic meant that locks were literally pointless. Just use your mind to open them from the inside. Thankfully all the telekinetics around were good and Desmond and Lucy hadn't had to visit one and have a one-on-one god talk with them about why they really shouldn't use their newfound powers for evil. Mainly because they really didn't want a house call from Desmond.
They talked a bit more and everyone was allowed to hold a baby one more time before Desmond shooed them all out saying they could visit them tomorrow at home and turn their lives into a circus then. Once they were gone Desmond could breathe a sigh of relief. "Man," Desmond huffed.
"You're telling me," Lucy said.
"I thought they'd never leave."
"They're your family," she said.
"Yeaaaah. They still drive me fucking crazy."
"Mmmm. I like it when it's just us more," she agreed. Desmond went over to the bed and sat next to her again. Duncan was passed out again and had been since he'd been fed which was good. Desmond hoped he was one of those quiet babies and didn't scream all the time for no reason.
"Me too," Desmond said. "Just you, me, and our new fat little bean," he said and rubbed Duncan's cheek gently with the tip of his finger. There had already been a lot of playful 'he's so cute and fat' from his family and Desmond had to agree. Of course, fat babies were good.
She giggled. "Yes." Desmond leaned down and kissed her. "I can't wait to bring him home."
"Just as soon as Ki'ars says you can go," Desmond said, putting his forehead against hers.
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