A different sort of Christmas present

[pure_inheart]

Let's pretend it's Christmas, shall we? Christmas day, and, after a few hours of pain and screaming wherein she was absolutely convinced she was going to die, little Wendla Bergmann is now a mother

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[wherethefigslie]

Ernst pokes his head in the door, holding two carefully wrapped packages in his arms (one quite a bit bigger than the other).

"Wendla -- hello? Ohandthelittleone! Oh my she's so small. I heard the news -- I've gifts for you both. Belated Christmas presents, of a sort. But if you're too tired I can come back...?"

[pure_inheart]

"Oh, no, please come in!" Wendla sits up a little and smiles at him. "Presents! Oh, you didn't need to--"

But she's awfully touched that he did.

[wherethefigslie]

"But I wanted to!" He moves quietly to the edge of the bed and gives her a peck on the cheek. "The larger one is for you, the smaller one is for the baby. Oh -- should I open them for you, or do you want to wait..."

[pure_inheart]

"Open them, open them!" Because she is, first and foremost, still a fourteen year old girl, and presents are a very exciting thing.

[wherethefigslie]

Ernst giggles and carefully starts opening the gifts -- the smaller one is first, and contains a little pink hat, for Brigitta. "I'm not sure if it will fit, it might be too big, but perhaps she can grow into it?"

[pure_inheart]

Wendla gasps and beams at Ernst. "It's so.... sweet! I love it!" She rocked Brigitta a little and cooed down at her, "Look, Briggita! Look what Ernst brought you! Isn't it lovely?"

[wherethefigslie]

And the second package is a knitted scarf in light blue and much too long. "And this one is for you. I got a little carried away, I'm sorry -- it's quite long, but you can wrap it, perhaps...?"

[pure_inheart]

Another delighted gasp from Wendla. "It's beautiful! Did you make it all yourself? -- Oh, Ernst, thank you so much! I'm sorry I don't have a present for you, but... would you like to see the baby?"