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Karla wanted nothing more than to lay back down. Her feet hurt. Her back hurt. Every single part of her hurt. But no, the Healer said that she had to walk around for a little while, that it would help the labor. Considering she had been in labor for hours already and had spent roughly three-quarters of that walking around the birthing room, she wasn't really seeing how it was 'helping.' But since no one would let her shiv the Healer, it looked like she was just going to keep walking. Probably until her feet fell off, because that was seemed likelier to happen than this child actually being born.
Apparently stubbornness was inherited through the distaff line. ( A little bundle of cusswords )
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Sweat-soaked and exhausted, Karla smiled down at the little girl in her arms. Clean and wrapped up in one of the receiving blankets she'd gotten from her Uncle Priestly, her daughter lay peacefully, no sign of her earlier tears. "Look at her," Karla breathed, her heart so full she thought it might crack in two. "She's perfect. Utterly perfect."
"So…" Warren gave Karla a little, tentative smile. "We're calling her…?"
"Kayla," Karla said, looking up at him. "Don't you think?"
Warren looked so full of pride and happiness that it was entirely possible he might burst.
"Well," he said softly, "she's certainly not a Vasilia."
"Definitely not," Karla said, leaning against him while she continued to adore their daughter. "I think Kayla's the only name that will suit."
Beat. "...Now someone go find Jono and break those goddamn speakers."
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not_a_parakeet and amazing trigons_child! Snipped for length and cussing, no actual biology included! Shout out to all the real moms in game for going through this for realsies.]
Apparently stubbornness was inherited through the distaff line. ( A little bundle of cusswords )
***
Sweat-soaked and exhausted, Karla smiled down at the little girl in her arms. Clean and wrapped up in one of the receiving blankets she'd gotten from her Uncle Priestly, her daughter lay peacefully, no sign of her earlier tears. "Look at her," Karla breathed, her heart so full she thought it might crack in two. "She's perfect. Utterly perfect."
"So…" Warren gave Karla a little, tentative smile. "We're calling her…?"
"Kayla," Karla said, looking up at him. "Don't you think?"
Warren looked so full of pride and happiness that it was entirely possible he might burst.
"Well," he said softly, "she's certainly not a Vasilia."
"Definitely not," Karla said, leaning against him while she continued to adore their daughter. "I think Kayla's the only name that will suit."
Beat. "...Now someone go find Jono and break those goddamn speakers."
[Co-written with the wonderful
not_a_parakeet and amazing trigons_child! Snipped for length and cussing, no actual biology included! Shout out to all the real moms in game for going through this for realsies.]
