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storypaint) wrote2010-07-14 10:47 am
storypaint) wrote2010-07-14 10:47 am
[Magic Knight Rayearth] Ready or Not (Clef/Presea)
Title: Ready or Not
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 343 words
Prompt: Kid!fic request for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl: Clef/Presea.
Pairing: Clef/Presea established
Other: Pregnancy themes.
Excerpt: He was too old for children; at least, that's what he said. He'd been quite as surprised as Presea when she realized she was pregnant.
He was too old for children; at least, that's what he said. He'd been quite as surprised as Presea when she realized she was pregnant. She looked a little uncertain, herself-- they'd never really talked about babies; he'd thought it was a tacit agreement-- but then she smiled and laughed and grabbed his hands, and they danced around the kitchen. Ready or not, here it was.
Pregnancy wasn't incredibly kind to her. Her feet swelled, her back ached, and she spent way too much time napping, in her opinion. She was cranky, somewhat wrathful, and rather hard to be around at times, but he shuttered his own irritation as much as possible. He couldn't believe how huge she became, and so fast. His arms couldn't even reach halfway across her stomach, and he was sparing with hugs after the baby began kicking. It might not have been too hard, but he didn't much relish being kicked in the head.
Work was the only thing that made her happy towards the end of the nine months, and though he offered his concern about her handling hot, heavy objects, she waved it away. Of course, that meant her water broke when she was in the forge. Luckily, he was nearby and could call the midwife.
She made up some of her very best threats when she was in labor. Clef hoped that she forgot them in the aftermath, or he'd really be in trouble.
And then he was holding a baby with wisps of lavender hair, his heart thudding. He felt awkward, uncertain what to do. Presea managed a very small smile.
"I hope she wasn't listening," Presea said.
Clef smiled back, looking at the child. The baby yawned, and then began to squall. His eyes widened.
"Sounds just like her mama," Presea said, her tone now cheerful. She took the little girl from him, mumbling soothing things and holding her close.
"She looks like me," he said softly, and allowed himself to feel a little wonder.
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 343 words
Prompt: Kid!fic request for
chibidl: Clef/Presea.Pairing: Clef/Presea established
Other: Pregnancy themes.
Excerpt: He was too old for children; at least, that's what he said. He'd been quite as surprised as Presea when she realized she was pregnant.
He was too old for children; at least, that's what he said. He'd been quite as surprised as Presea when she realized she was pregnant. She looked a little uncertain, herself-- they'd never really talked about babies; he'd thought it was a tacit agreement-- but then she smiled and laughed and grabbed his hands, and they danced around the kitchen. Ready or not, here it was.
Pregnancy wasn't incredibly kind to her. Her feet swelled, her back ached, and she spent way too much time napping, in her opinion. She was cranky, somewhat wrathful, and rather hard to be around at times, but he shuttered his own irritation as much as possible. He couldn't believe how huge she became, and so fast. His arms couldn't even reach halfway across her stomach, and he was sparing with hugs after the baby began kicking. It might not have been too hard, but he didn't much relish being kicked in the head.
Work was the only thing that made her happy towards the end of the nine months, and though he offered his concern about her handling hot, heavy objects, she waved it away. Of course, that meant her water broke when she was in the forge. Luckily, he was nearby and could call the midwife.
She made up some of her very best threats when she was in labor. Clef hoped that she forgot them in the aftermath, or he'd really be in trouble.
And then he was holding a baby with wisps of lavender hair, his heart thudding. He felt awkward, uncertain what to do. Presea managed a very small smile.
"I hope she wasn't listening," Presea said.
Clef smiled back, looking at the child. The baby yawned, and then began to squall. His eyes widened.
"Sounds just like her mama," Presea said, her tone now cheerful. She took the little girl from him, mumbling soothing things and holding her close.
"She looks like me," he said softly, and allowed himself to feel a little wonder.