Miriah saw her sister walk away and return with her husband through a fog of emotions and a pounding heart. She found she could only move her eyes, her body refusing any input from her brain. She turned those silver eyes, bright with unshed tears, to Corso's own warm, dark ones and saw him flinch in concern. "I promise, love, he'll be safe and loved as much as we can possibly love him…" he paused at her slight nod, the only concession to conscious thought her body would cooperate with. "What's wrong, darlin'?" He moved to catch both her hands in his, his concern expanding when she remained silent. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't, and only a squeak came out. He wrapped her in his arms, lifting her out of the chair and taking her to their room, murmuring words of love to her as he walked. He sat with her on the bed, propped up with the many pillows there, and with her mouth close to his ear she finally whispered the only words she could find in her cloudy mind.
"I'm pregnant, Cor," she said against his ear, and he stilled his hands that were rubbing her back.
"Cyare, did you say…you're.."
"Yes, sugar, another son, Mags saw him already," she said, her face finally unfrozen and her tears falling. He gathered her close to him, overwhelmed by the emotion.
"Ohhhh," he said, his low voice rumbling over her. "I'm so happy, my love. Please don't cry, this is a wonderous thing," he told her. She nodded.
"It is a good thing, a great thing," she told him, the gentle smile on her face belying the tears there. "It just seems it's an overwhelming day. Devin will love having a little brother, though." She laughed at Corso's very happy face. "Let's go tell him."
"Not yet, I need to make sure his mom is doing okay first," he said, kissing her gently but them both feeling the surge of emotion that enveloped them. After a few minutes, he raised his head to look into those eyes he loved so much. "I can make it now, at least until later. Just don't get too far from me, darlin', " he told her, taking her hand and helping her stand. "What will we name him?"
"I'm thinking Logan," she told him, "it was the name I thought of instantly when Mags told me." She looked to him for his response, and seeing his broad smile, gave him one of her own, and they moved to the living area of the large apartment. The group assembled there was added to by the presence of Elara Dorne and the rest of Kilo Squad, and Miriah saw that Garza had brought Jurin over from across the hall.
"What's going on, guys?" Maura had seen Mags speaking to Miriah, then her youngest sister's response, and had a feeling.
"Another child will be joining our group, our son Logan," Corso announced, his gleeful voice almost shouting he was so happy. The group cheered as one, startling the children and Mags caught Michi as she ran to her mother in tears. Devin made his way rapidly to his dad, being lifted up after Corso stopped Miriah from lifting him.
"No more of that, kitten, he's too heavy even if you weren't expecting," he told her, Devin leaning across his father to hug his mom.
Aric held Calleigh on his hip, her little arms around his neck, as he clapped his friend and brother in law on the back. "Nice job, you two. Always room for more babies around here," he grinned, leaning over to kiss Miriah's cheek. "Now, you'll have to slow down some, Mir." He smiled at the couple, and Calleigh hugged her aunt. Maura joined them and took her sister in her arms.
"Congrats," she told her in a soft voice. Miriah hugged her back, still a little choked up. "You're the best, Mir, Devin will be fine and now Logan will, too." Maura led her still-pale little sister to sit on the sofa, seeing her dazed expression and correctly figuring out that she was just on overload. "I'll get you something cold to drink, okay?" Miriah nodded at her, a grateful smile on her face, still having some brain fogginess. Corso saw that she was sitting and joined her, Devin having gone to play again.
"I need to finish dinner, " she said, but made no move to get up yet. Maura brought over a glass and handed it to her sister.
"Don't worry about dinner, Mir, Aric can grill the meat you already prepared, and the side dishes are almost done. Mom and I can finish it." Maura hugged Corso, and whispered to him, "She'll be okay, she's just stunned right now." She felt Corso nod his agreement and left the younger couple there, the group around them offering congratulations and hugs. Sarai joined Maura in the kitchen after she'd had a chance to hug her youngest.
"Isn't it great, Mom? I'm so happy for them!" Maura said, turning to hug her mother. Sarai smiled, she knew Maura would love another child herself but was happy with her twins.
"It is, Maura. What a crazy day, huh?" They finished the dinner without interruption, and the dads all fed the little ones before taking them for baths. Devin came running to his mother, who was sitting in the same spot as before, and crawled up on the sofa beside her, putting his head on her shoulder and a hand in her hair.
"Love mama," he told her, giving her a noisy kiss on the cheek, making her smile. "Mama okay?" he asked, the expression on his little face a mirror image of his father's.
"Mama is good," she told him, "and I love you, Devin." She started to stand with him, to take him to his bed, but Aric, Felix, and Corso all ran to take him, making her laugh. She still looks shell shocked, Corso thought, and so pale. He vowed to watch her closely and make sure she ate, hugging his son as he took him to bed. When he returned to Miriah's side, he saw a peace come over her, and glanced up to see Magdalane's aura fading.
Magdalane and Felix were setting up a second table to feed the group that now included their security detail as well as a few others. This, she thought, is the most fun I've had in quite a while. Her smile made her aura dance around her, and Felix caught her eye. He saw her relaxed face and her happy eyes, and grinned at his wife, moving closer to her.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" he asked her, seeing her stretch the taunt muscles of her lower back. "Come, sit here with Miriah," he told her, taking her hand and leading her to where her sister still sat. He hugged Miriah, then Mags, and went to help Aric with dinner. Corso was in the kitchen with Sarai, helping as well.
"Well, sister, here we are. Are you okay, Mir? You seem like you're having difficulty with this," Mags told her, noting the pallor and stillness not often associated with her youngest sister.
"I just feel like I can't grasp it all, like the events of the day are just floating around me and I'm on the outside looking in. Everything has changed, yet it seems like nothing has," Miriah said, her sigh escaping as she did. "I'm actually hungry, though, so that's a plus." Magdalane laughed.
"Welcome to my world, Mir. I'm always hungry these days," Mags told her. They giggled together, and Miriah felt a little warmth flood through her, relaxing her a bit.
"I want to eat with you all, and feel happy, and then I want to sleep until next week," she said, catching Corso's eyes on her again. He'd been keeping tabs on her as he went back and forth getting dinner together, his concern and longing evident. She glanced at Jurin and Garza. "We've dropped the ball on the research today," she said.
"No, it's been ongoing," Mags said. "I've been monitoring the terminals, there's just little to report. Jurin seems to be reforming some pathways, but others are just dormant or completely broken. He's grunting now, so he has verbal ability, but something is blocking him from being able to speak still. Our security detail has everything under control, and even Garza looks more relaxed than she has." They watched the group working, moving around each other, and both noticed the sense of purpose, of driving forward that seemed to unite them.
Maura called them all to dinner, and the group enjoyed the company and the food. Miriah paced herself, and ate well, the hot food further relaxing her. The fact that Corso kept touching her helped too, his warm hands comforting her as he stroked her arm or gently kneaded the tight muscles of her neck. He was normally an attentive spouse, but with the events of the day he was craving her, and Mags could feel it.
Sarai stood at the end of the meal, and she and Felix passed out champagne flutes to toast the new grandchild, giving both Miriah and Magdalane sparkling water instead, which made them all laugh. Miriah met Corso's eyes with her own, and she could see the intense love and longing there. She touched his face with her fingertips, smiling when his lips kissed her palm. She turned her attention to her mother when Sarai began to speak, Corso leaning in to kiss her temple.
"I love all of my children and grandchildren, and it pleases me that I'll have one more to love. Congratulations to Miriah and Corso, well done!" They clinked glasses and drank, smiles all around. Miriah saw Jurin's mouth moving, and moved closer to him. She heard him whisper, "good", but that's all he could get out. She turned to find Mags, who'd realized that Jurin had been trying to speak, and grinned at them both. Jurin patted Miriah's shoulder, a lopsided smiled on his face.
Finally, Corso pulled her up and sent her to get ready for bed, knowing she'd enjoy a long soak first. He left her after starting the tub for her, and went to find Mags, who was getting water before going to bed herself. "Mags, thank you, so much, not only for telling us about Logan but for being willing to work with Devin," he told her, hugging his sister in law. He felt her aura infuse him, and knew the love she had for her family.
"I will always be willing. I love Devin as much as I do Michi and Ian," she said, and knew it was true. Felix came out to see what was keeping her and had to tease Corso.
"Go hug on your own pregnant wife," he joked, poking Corso with his elbow, making them all chuckle. Corso went into the kitchen, grabbing some fruit and cheese, along with some crackers and bottled water, and took it all back to their room where Miriah was still soaking, the steam from the water fragrant with bath oils. She opened her eyes as he approached, and he dropped a kiss on her forehead.
"Got some things for you, in case you need a snack," he said. She smiled at him, the day catching up with her and her fatigue evident. He helped her stand, dried her and wrapped her in a towel, and hugged her to him. "Wanted to do this all afternoon, just hold you." He kissed her and walked her into their bedroom, sitting her on the side of the bed. "Talk to me, love. You've been so quiet and still since we found out about Dev." He looked closely at her, and realized she was still somewhat in shock.
She looked at her beloved, and knew he needed reassurance that she was okay. "It's just been a full day, with things that I never thought I'd face suddenly foremost in my thoughts. All I really want is to feel your arms around me, and to relax and let you pamper me," she told him, her grin enough to set him on fire for her. He'd decided, though, that as much as wanted to love her, she needed rest more, and he turned to get one of his shirts for her to sleep in, her favorite thing. When he handed it to her, she pulled him to her, not letting him go. When his lips met hers, she felt her whole body relax into him, knowing this was what she'd needed all day. He pulled away to look into her eyes, and saw that she'd finally let go of the vague fear and uneasiness she'd carried all day. He was still determined she'd rest though, and when he unwrapped the towel and pulled his shirt over her head, she only snuggled into him. He continued to kiss her, her face and hair, as he felt her molding herself to him. He whispered how much he loved her, and loved their babies, and felt her smile against him. He turned the lights off, hoping she'd fall asleep, and when he asked her if she was happy, and didn't get a response, he saw that she was indeed asleep, a peaceful look on her face. He grinned to himself. Dad, he thought, another son! Wish you were here to enjoy him, mom too. He fell asleep wrapped around his wife, and wasn't surprised at all when she woke him a few hours later, to celebrate the new life inside her.
