A Mother knows Rest!
Junkrat sat on the kitchen chair looking at a tablet.
"Oh, Junkrat." Ana, quite drowsy, walked in but was stunned by the kitchen light when she did, "What.. What are you doing up so late?" she asked worriedly.
Junkrat sighed and wiped his eyes, "It's not late."
"Oh don't give me that." Ana crossed her arm and looked at him, "No need to worry, she's upstairs and resting. The hospital gave her the best treatment." she patted his back.
"I'm not worried about her." Junkrat growled, "I need a new gig." he looked back at her.
"What?" Ana said in confusion, "I don't understand this hip lingo."
"I need a new job." Junkrat repeated himself, "I got a new mouth to feed and the old gig ain't gonna cut it."
"I'm pretty sure it is." Ana tried to comfort him, "Plus, it's your first baby, nothing much is going to change. It's just the shockwave you're feeling right now." she sat down, "The uncertainty is going to go away."
Junkrat huffed, "Well, I do need to close my peepers..."
"It's 4 in the morning." Ana looked at the clock, "Any sleep you'll get now is going to be insufficient... unless." she pulled out a familiar looking little pistol.
"You'd best not poke me." Junkrat hissed at the sight of the device.
"I joke." Ana chuckled and then sighed, "I know you're worried, but don't be. Listen to someone with experience." she smiled, "When I had Fareeha I was scared too, but it passed with life."
Junkrat stood up and walked to the counter, "Could ya make me some tea?"
Ana nodded and stood up as well, "Whatever floats you, son." she smiled softly, "I'm glad I survived long enough to see my grandbaby." she chuckled with a hint of excitement, "I almost didn't."
Junkrat turned to the old woman, but regardless of the movement of his tongue he found no words to respond to that.
"But that's the past." Ana shrugged it off, but a bit bitterly, "Oh... when I saw her face I was so filled up with joy!" she grinned greatly, "Jamison, Than-" she turned to see the man was completely knocked out.
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Pharah was terribly exhausted, she hadn't slept good in days.
"AGHH..." The woman groaned and slumped on the sofa, "Jamison, I'm... so tired." she sighed and looked at him.
"Huh?" Junkrat turned and set his cereal down on the coffee table, "What's happenin, darlin'?" he asked, quite worried.
Suddenly, crying.
"Uh oh, better go look out for the lil' tike." Junkrat looked at Pharah, who scowled at him in return, "Uh..."
"I'm back from the store." the door opened and Ana appeared, "Sorry I came back late, Reinhardt didn't know the difference between soy milk and regular milk." she groaned and shook her head.
"Hello my friends!" Reinhardt's large body plopped through the door, "I have assisted your mother, Fareeha!" he lifted all the grocery bags in his large muscular arms, "Your sustenance is here!"
Ana saw as the colossus set the bags down on the table, "So, ho-" she paused and heard the child crying, her mother senses were tingling.
"Fareeha! The girl!"
"I'm gooooooiiinnnnggg..." Pharah groaned, stood up groggily, and walked off like a zombie.
Ana was quite concerned at the sight, and turned to Junkrat, who was quite content watching World Series Bowling and eating his chocolate cereal.
"Jamison." Ana spoke.
Junkrat grinned as a black man on the tv got a strike.
"Jamison." Ana repeated again.
"Come on, Michael..." Junkrat crossed his fingers as the next bowler stood up.
"Uh oh..." Reinhardt felt Ana's frustration venting, "Jamison, for the love of Heaven please turn."
"Jamison. Fawkes. Amari." Ana said sternly.
Junkrat paused when he heard those ominous words, then gulped harshly as he slowly reached for the remote. "I'm turning off the TV..." he muttered and did so, "I'm slowly walking away from the television." he put his arms up into the air.
"Turn to me, Jamison Fawkes." Ana spoke, causing the man to wince and do as told.
Junkrat looked at his mother-in-law, "Yes?"
"Do you see my daughter?" Ana asked him with a sense of authority.
"Every day ma'am." Jamison stood up straight, "In and out of the house."
"Uh huh." Ana nodded, "Have you ever noted how she looks like recently?" she asked again.
"Hot? Not Pregnant?" Jamison chuckled uneasily, "You know... like..."
"I don't find that funny, Jamison."
"Right right, I'm sorry ma'am." Junkrat looked down, "I don't know, ma'am."
"She's tired, Jamison." Ana reported, "I don't like seeing my daughter wiped out like I'm seeing her right now. Now what do you think I feel like seeing that terrible sight?" she sat down on the recliner, Reinhardt standing next to her in attention.
"Ma'am, I think you would be quite cross." Jamison bobbed his head, "That's your lil' girl after all." he mumbled and looked down.
"Jamison, my son." Ana crossed her legs and extended her hand, "Come here, my son."
"Ah..." Jamison crept up to her and kissed the ring on her hand, "Ma'am?"
"You know I love you, my son." Ana looked at Jamison, "But I can't let this stand... Jamison, you promised to take care of my daughter when you took her hand, now why is this happening if you said so?"
"Because I work with a lot of hours because we need the money-"
"Stop." Ana shook her head in dismissal, "You're right about that... but are you busy now?"
"No."
"Then you can start being busy and help my daughter." Ana scoffed, "And that is an order." she waved her hand and looked at him.
"Uh..." Jamison looked around, "And how do I do that?" he asked sheepishly.
"You have come to the right place." Ana chuckled and opened her arms, "I will help you, but for a price."
"What is the price for the wisdom..." Jamison looked at her with child-like eyes.
"You must promise me to help my daughter whenever possible." Ana bobbed her head and looked at Reinhardt, "Do you accept?"
"Sure!" Jamison jumped up anxiously.
"Alright... Take him." Ana clapped her hands, and Reinhardt walked over and grabbed the Australian.
"Hey, what's going on!? Ma'am!" Junkrat was thrown outside and Reinhardt locked the door, standing over it with his colossal body.
Several frantic knocks sounded, all for a total of 5 minutes.
"Let him in." Ana finally conceded and Reinhardt opened the door, letting in the young man.
"Ah.. ah..." Junkrat shivered from the outside cold, "Ma'am..."
"What did you feel, my son?" Ana asked as she looked at the young man, "Did you feel alone? Cold?"
"Yes." Junkrat nodded as he walked up to her, "Why did you do that?"
"That's how my daughter feels when you don't help her." Ana clapped her hands, and then looked at Reinhardt.
"No no no." Junkrat shook his head and Reinhardt walked towards him, "I'll do it I'll do it!" he begged, but was still picked up by the bulky man.
"Very well. Your wish will be granted."
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"Zzzzzzzzzzzzz..." Pharah slept as Junkrat rocked his dearest, "Zzzzz..." she rolled over.
Junkrat sighed and smiled as he saw Pharah sleep, "Welp I never thought I'd be a mom." he grumbled, feeling a little bit womanly, "I should punch a puppy to regain my manliness."
The baby cooed lowly and opened her mouth.
Junkrat's heart felt warm, he looked at the baby.
Soft light brown skin, Fareeha's nose, chin, and eyes.
It's almost like she was a carbon copy of Fareeha.
"Uhh..." Junkrat shuddered at the similarities, "Well it does run in the family..." he said as he remembered when he saw a picture of young Ana, "What if they're all clones?"
Now that he really thought about it...
"Junkrat." Pharah's soft voice sounded, causing the man to turn around and see his partner looking at him.
"Ah. Ah. I didn't mean it." Junkrat murmured, "She looks like me-"
"Relax, it was funny." Pharah smiled and patted the baby's head, "Plus, I think she has your eyes.."
"Nah. She has yours, darlin'." Junkrat sighed and handed her the baby, "I'm done. I'm very tired... I ain't a mom." he stood up and stretched.
"That's because you're a dad, not a mom-"
"But Ana said-"
"My mother's too... mothery." Pharah laughed, "She wants everyone with a child to be a mother, so don't listen to he-"
"What did you say?"Ana popped her head in.
Pharah and Junkrat looked at each other.
"Uh oh..."