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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[glacianbitch]

Karla's head appears first, cautiously, her face very worried and extraordinarily sheepish. She hesitates for a moment, then takes another step and knocks cautiously on the doorframe, fiddling with her hands anxiously.

[pure_inheart]

Wendla blinks a little. "Karla? Karla, it's..." She's very touched Karla would come and pay her a visit, and she smiles at her. "Come in! Come and see what's happened!"

[glacianbitch]

Karla strolls in as casually as she can manage and goes over to Wendla, looking at the baby. Her eyes well a little. "She's beautiful," she says in a hushed voice.

[pure_inheart]

"I know. She's lovely. Her name's Brigitta." Wendla gives Karla a smile. "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't..."

[glacianbitch]

"Brigitta?" A slightly wistful smile. "Welcome, Brigitta." She looks up at Wendla, seeming nervous. "Thought I didn't what?"

[pure_inheart]

"Didn't... approve."

[glacianbitch]

Karla looks incredulous. "Me? Not approve?" I'm not precisely in a place to make judgments on anyone else's moral fiber." She pauses. "If you're happy, then I have no right to say anything," she says softly, "And any idiot can see that you are happy."

[pure_inheart]

"Not... morals. Of him."

[glacianbitch]

She shrugs one shoulder. "You love him. He loves you. I misunderstood..."

[pure_inheart]

"Well, it's past now. We've got Brigitta, and everything can start over new."

[glacianbitch]

Karla looks down, a little, careful smile curving the corners of her mouth. "I hope so."