[JMM] Johnny Depp quote
[Set in the Winchester Initiative. Sam is likely_evil.]
“It's all kinds of these profound things crashing on you when your child arrives into the world. It's like you've met your reason to live.”
Ruby had never been this tired.
Ever.
Her body ached in ways that she had forgotten existed. What little she remembered from her humanity had left childbirth out of it, and now that she was remembering again, she didn’t want to do it again. It hurt far more than she had expected it to, especially considering that this wasn’t her body. She was just a passenger, but she still felt it just as though she had had her body torn apart and put back together again. She collapsed back against the bed, gasping to catch her breath and listening as the sounds flooded around her.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was sure that on some level it was beyond an abomination, but it did. She was pregnant, and then she gave birth, and while nine months later, she was still finding it hard to believe she had just done what she did. But she did.
“You did so good,” Sam murmured. His hand came up to brush the hair away from her face. She wanted to kill him for putting her through this, but right now she just didn’t have the energy. Right now, she just wanted to collapse into sleep and wake up without feeling like she needed to sleep for a year. On instinct, she collapsed into the warmth of Sam’s shoulder, letting him curl up closer and support her as she tried to stay awake.
It wasn’t until the doctor moved forward and placed Michael in her arms that things actually started to clear. She had always thought maternal instinct was a crap excuse to make moms feel like they knew their children, and Ruby still wasn’t sure that that wasn’t the case, but the minute that boy was placed in her arms something kicked in. Something-different from the love that she had for Sam, and something that she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Feelings were liabilities, and liabilities were bad, but at the moment, she really didn’t care.
She had her baby boy, and that meant everything was changing.
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“It's all kinds of these profound things crashing on you when your child arrives into the world. It's like you've met your reason to live.”
Ruby had never been this tired.
Ever.
Her body ached in ways that she had forgotten existed. What little she remembered from her humanity had left childbirth out of it, and now that she was remembering again, she didn’t want to do it again. It hurt far more than she had expected it to, especially considering that this wasn’t her body. She was just a passenger, but she still felt it just as though she had had her body torn apart and put back together again. She collapsed back against the bed, gasping to catch her breath and listening as the sounds flooded around her.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was sure that on some level it was beyond an abomination, but it did. She was pregnant, and then she gave birth, and while nine months later, she was still finding it hard to believe she had just done what she did. But she did.
“You did so good,” Sam murmured. His hand came up to brush the hair away from her face. She wanted to kill him for putting her through this, but right now she just didn’t have the energy. Right now, she just wanted to collapse into sleep and wake up without feeling like she needed to sleep for a year. On instinct, she collapsed into the warmth of Sam’s shoulder, letting him curl up closer and support her as she tried to stay awake.
It wasn’t until the doctor moved forward and placed Michael in her arms that things actually started to clear. She had always thought maternal instinct was a crap excuse to make moms feel like they knew their children, and Ruby still wasn’t sure that that wasn’t the case, but the minute that boy was placed in her arms something kicked in. Something-different from the love that she had for Sam, and something that she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Feelings were liabilities, and liabilities were bad, but at the moment, she really didn’t care.
She had her baby boy, and that meant everything was changing.
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