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TITLE: It's Time
AUTHOR: jacquelin825
RATING: PG-13
CHAPTERS: 1 OF 1
PAIRING: Gabriel/Elle
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Heroes :(
SUMMARY: You have been waiting for this moment ever since Elle told you about the pregnancy.
Gabriel's POV
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It's time.
You have been waiting for this moment ever since Elle told you about the pregnancy. That next day, you went on a baby-proofing rampage in the small apartment you share with her. She just laughed at you; the idea of baby-proofing was so foreign to Elle. And she refused to read the dozen or so baby books you gave her.
"Gabriel...people were having babies long before they had the fucken what to expect when you're expecting. I'm pretty sure I can pop this kid out without these books" But eventually she did read those books. More than once. All you had to do was subtly mention; just like with everything else in life you need to be prepared for what's to come."It's like training...crawling before you walk", and like the good Company girl Elle was raised to be, she began to meticulously read over the books.
At first you feel a bit guilty about it. You want Elle to be free from her Company girl ways, and it seems like you used that to make her into the mother you think she needs to be. But then you see her become more excited about the arrival of your child, and the guilt starts to dissipate. Though you’re pretty sure that her expectations of motherhood are a bit skewed. At this point Elle thinks of your unborn child as a doll she will be able to dress up in cute outfits. At first you want to scold her, tell her that there is more to parenting than dressing up your child in cute onsies. But then you refrain. Elle has no map to what a mother is suppose to be, all she knows is that she doesn't want to be like her father. Then you finally accept it, you will more than likely being doing the heavy lifting as a parent (feeding, bathing, getting up in the middle of the night) but you also know that Elle will love your child so it's all worth it.
You are a Petrelli now. This means you practically have to sell your soul to the rest of the Petrelli clan, just so you and Elle can be free from Nathan’s reign of terror. Yeah, you have Nathan, who arrives on your door step from time to time with favors he needs you to do. But in return he offers you your safety and the old Bennett house. It's kind of hard to refuse when you are packed in the small New York apartment like sardines, and Elle is going out on baby shopping sprees almost daily. So you accept, and relocate to the west coast.
Pregnancy looks good on Elle. She truly did glow, but there were also some downfalls. Her hormones for example. Sure you loved it when she would hop in the shower with you unexpectedly, ready and willing to suck you off, but not so much when she would literally shock you to death when you forgot to bring home the milk and cookies.
And now here you are, grabbing all of Elle's things, as the car Nathan sent is on its way to pick you up, and take you to the Pinehurst medical facility. Peter is knocking at your door in minutes, since you called him and let him know that Elle's water had broke. Out of all the Petrelli's, Peter was the most excited to see the arrival of the newest member of the family. He and Nathan haven't spoken in a year. And you have taken the role of messenger between your two brothers. Though Nathan really hasn't acknowledged you as brother, but neither have you.
Elle and Peter have grown close. Every Friday Peter would show up at your house, ready to take Elle for a walk. At first it infuriates you, and then you realize that you still have jealous feelings towards Peter. Not because of the power he holds, and how easy it is for him to gain it, but because once a long time before you gave your heart to Elle, she and Peter kissed. Even Elle herself admitted to you that she had a crush on him. It takes months of them reassuring you that nothing is going on before you feel comfortable with them spending time together.
"Ready to go?" Peter asks, snapping you back into reality.
Take a breath in "Yes" then you look around "Elle are you ready?"
She slowly makes her way down the stairs, and gives you the glare from hell. "Of course, are you ready to stop asking dumb questions?" from the corner of your eye you see Peter suppress a laugh.
"Sorry...." she admits "...it just hurts like hell" and as if on cue she folds over as another contraction hits her. You rush to her side, and she grips your hand, so hard it almost seems like she is trying to rip it off in retaliation for her current state.
When you get in the car, you sandwich Elle between you and Peter. She grabbing your hand so hard she is leaving bruises, and Peter is sustaining the same kind of bruising on his thigh.
"FUCK" Elle yells as another contraction hits her, and you feel some sparks coming off of her when she does. Then you mentally thank god for Nathan's 'Special' doctors. There would be no way to hide Elle's ability at a regular hospital.
When you arrive at Pinehurst they whisk Elle off in a wheelchair. You rush to her, side by side, with her hand still holding on to yours, and Peter is close behind you. They have a special room for Elle, to accommodate her ability. She undresses in front of everyone, not even a hint of reservation. You love and hate that about her. Once Elle is in the small hospital gown they gave her, she lies on the bed, and it seems like they hook her up to every monitor they have.
Two hours pass, before the doctor comes back to see how far Elle has come along. And finally Elle hears the blessed words she has been waiting for since they arrived here.
"Ms Bishop, if you want a Spinal block, now's the time to get it. If we wait any longer you won't have time"
"YES!" she says without a hesitation or even a glance at you to see if it's alright. This really is her decision, even if you would rather this be a natural birth; you’re not the one pushing a human life out of your body, so you keep your mouth shut.
It takes only minutes for the anesthesiologist to come into the room with you, Elle and Peter.
"Hi Elle, my name is Dr. Winters. I'm the anesthesiologist" Elle barley nods to her, and she keeps her eyes on you.
"Elle, I need you to sit up, and sit on the side of the bed" again she nods her head weakly as she sits on the edge left side of the bed. "Gabriel, I need you to help Elle lean over as far as she can" Then you begin to nod and do your best to help Elle.
Elle tries to lean as far forward as she can, and she yells in pain "No way. This hurts worse than the contractions" Then Dr. Winters looks at you, a look that says this is where your help is needed.
You push the sweaty matted hair away from her face, and you pull her chin up “Elle” you simply start “You can do this” She looks at you finally, and you can tell that she believes you.
With all the strength she has left, she pushes herself even further forward. You can tell she is in agony. Not by what you see, anyone with eyes can tell she is in pain. But it’s what you feel, and you never want her to be in this much pain again.
Finally, after the longest 5 minutes of your life, the spinal block is over. And Elle seems to be at piece. She rests her eyes, and Peter looks traumatized by what he has just seen. You laugh, and give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You don’t have to be here for this” you remind him.
“Yes Peter” Elle chimes in “There is no way in hell I want you here for this”
You and Peter both laugh. Peter’s was more of a nervous laugh, and he sighed a little in relief as he walked out of the room. It’s funny to you that Peter, a nurse, would be so uneasy about the birth of a child, and then you start to think it’s more about seeing a friend giving birth that makes Peter nervous.
A couple more hours go by, you and Elle discuss baby names and what the future holds for them. She seems at ease, and it’s not just the drugs. She tells you that she can’t wait to change the first diaper, take him or her to the park. Show them off to everyone you know. She tells you, this is the happiest she has ever been, and you agree. She stuck with you through your rehabilitation, even through all of the pain you’ve caused her.
“Marry me” you blurt, and you can’t even believe the words coming out of your mouth. You lean in closer, and take her small hand into your larger one.
“It must be the drugs, because I could have sworn you asked me to marry you” she laughs
“No. You heard me”
“Gabriel”
You search her eyes. Trying to read her, but this is the one time you can’t.
“I thought you’d never ask”
“Is that a yes?” you laugh, but you really don’t know what that means.
“Yes, that’s a yes” you want to hug her, but she squeals in pain as another contraction hits her. The epidural is beginning to wear off.
The doctor returns to your room, ready to check Elle.
“Elle, I think it’s time”
We both take in deep breaths. This is it.
Elle pushes, and pushes. She is gasping your name, telling you that she can’t do it. “It’s too much”
Finally hours of waiting and the moment arrives. Your child is born. As soon as this bundle of blood and skin begins to cry, you’re sure you’ve never heard anything so beautiful before.
“It’s a boy” the Doctor announces.
“See I told you so” Elle teases you. You made a bet, and she won. She loves to win.
The doctor asks you to cut the umbilical cord, and you nervously agree. They hand you your little boy, (still covered in blood) for a moment. Then the nurses take him away to clean him up. He’s calmed down, as they return him to you. He’s beautiful. Patches of blonde hair atop of his hed, but his eyes are still a mystery. They are closed and covered in some sort of gel like substance.
You walk over to Elle, who just finished with the rest of her delivery. She extends her arms for him, and you happily place him gently into Elle’s arms.
“Let’s name him”
“We have time Elle”
“No, I want to do it now. I already have the perfect name for him”
You smile. There is no way you are about to deny the request of the woman who just gave you the most beautiful thing in the world. “Let’s hear it”
“Noah”
“Wait…what?”
“I know it seems weird, but I promise you I’ll explain…” Elle doesn’t finish her sentence. She looks like she might pass out. She tries to talk again, but she can’t. Instead her head drops and the monitors she is attached to go crazy.
Quickly you grab your son from her arms, as a team of nurses and doctors come rushing into the room.
Shrills and screaming noise break the silence. With a panicked heart, you look up. You can barely register the flat, unmoving line across the screen before you feel hands on your shoulders, urging you away from Elle’s bedside; one of the nurses grabs your son and takes him back to the nursery.
So many people, all hurrying around, shouting numbers, letters that you can’t even begin to understand.
“She hemorrhaging” the doctor shouts. You stand in the doorway. Your breath catches in your chest; surely this wasn’t real… this was can’t be happening, it is a horrible dream you can’t seem to wake up from …not real life…
But all the same, and throughout the ruckus and panic, the shrieking blare of the alarm can still be heard. “Still no pulse,” a nurse comments
Many minutes later, and many attempts to revive Elle, the doctors and nurses stop what they are doing. Nobody says anything for a long moment. They stop and you can’t figure out why. Why were they just standing there, looking at each other? Why weren’t they trying anymore? As Elle still lay perfectly still, so pale…And then, one voice answers all of your questions …but it is the last thing in the world you want to hear.
“Time of death, 1:24 am.”
AUTHOR: jacquelin825
RATING: PG-13
CHAPTERS: 1 OF 1
PAIRING: Gabriel/Elle
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Heroes :(
SUMMARY: You have been waiting for this moment ever since Elle told you about the pregnancy.
Gabriel's POV
------
It's time.
You have been waiting for this moment ever since Elle told you about the pregnancy. That next day, you went on a baby-proofing rampage in the small apartment you share with her. She just laughed at you; the idea of baby-proofing was so foreign to Elle. And she refused to read the dozen or so baby books you gave her.
"Gabriel...people were having babies long before they had the fucken what to expect when you're expecting. I'm pretty sure I can pop this kid out without these books" But eventually she did read those books. More than once. All you had to do was subtly mention; just like with everything else in life you need to be prepared for what's to come."It's like training...crawling before you walk", and like the good Company girl Elle was raised to be, she began to meticulously read over the books.
At first you feel a bit guilty about it. You want Elle to be free from her Company girl ways, and it seems like you used that to make her into the mother you think she needs to be. But then you see her become more excited about the arrival of your child, and the guilt starts to dissipate. Though you’re pretty sure that her expectations of motherhood are a bit skewed. At this point Elle thinks of your unborn child as a doll she will be able to dress up in cute outfits. At first you want to scold her, tell her that there is more to parenting than dressing up your child in cute onsies. But then you refrain. Elle has no map to what a mother is suppose to be, all she knows is that she doesn't want to be like her father. Then you finally accept it, you will more than likely being doing the heavy lifting as a parent (feeding, bathing, getting up in the middle of the night) but you also know that Elle will love your child so it's all worth it.
You are a Petrelli now. This means you practically have to sell your soul to the rest of the Petrelli clan, just so you and Elle can be free from Nathan’s reign of terror. Yeah, you have Nathan, who arrives on your door step from time to time with favors he needs you to do. But in return he offers you your safety and the old Bennett house. It's kind of hard to refuse when you are packed in the small New York apartment like sardines, and Elle is going out on baby shopping sprees almost daily. So you accept, and relocate to the west coast.
Pregnancy looks good on Elle. She truly did glow, but there were also some downfalls. Her hormones for example. Sure you loved it when she would hop in the shower with you unexpectedly, ready and willing to suck you off, but not so much when she would literally shock you to death when you forgot to bring home the milk and cookies.
And now here you are, grabbing all of Elle's things, as the car Nathan sent is on its way to pick you up, and take you to the Pinehurst medical facility. Peter is knocking at your door in minutes, since you called him and let him know that Elle's water had broke. Out of all the Petrelli's, Peter was the most excited to see the arrival of the newest member of the family. He and Nathan haven't spoken in a year. And you have taken the role of messenger between your two brothers. Though Nathan really hasn't acknowledged you as brother, but neither have you.
Elle and Peter have grown close. Every Friday Peter would show up at your house, ready to take Elle for a walk. At first it infuriates you, and then you realize that you still have jealous feelings towards Peter. Not because of the power he holds, and how easy it is for him to gain it, but because once a long time before you gave your heart to Elle, she and Peter kissed. Even Elle herself admitted to you that she had a crush on him. It takes months of them reassuring you that nothing is going on before you feel comfortable with them spending time together.
"Ready to go?" Peter asks, snapping you back into reality.
Take a breath in "Yes" then you look around "Elle are you ready?"
She slowly makes her way down the stairs, and gives you the glare from hell. "Of course, are you ready to stop asking dumb questions?" from the corner of your eye you see Peter suppress a laugh.
"Sorry...." she admits "...it just hurts like hell" and as if on cue she folds over as another contraction hits her. You rush to her side, and she grips your hand, so hard it almost seems like she is trying to rip it off in retaliation for her current state.
When you get in the car, you sandwich Elle between you and Peter. She grabbing your hand so hard she is leaving bruises, and Peter is sustaining the same kind of bruising on his thigh.
"FUCK" Elle yells as another contraction hits her, and you feel some sparks coming off of her when she does. Then you mentally thank god for Nathan's 'Special' doctors. There would be no way to hide Elle's ability at a regular hospital.
When you arrive at Pinehurst they whisk Elle off in a wheelchair. You rush to her, side by side, with her hand still holding on to yours, and Peter is close behind you. They have a special room for Elle, to accommodate her ability. She undresses in front of everyone, not even a hint of reservation. You love and hate that about her. Once Elle is in the small hospital gown they gave her, she lies on the bed, and it seems like they hook her up to every monitor they have.
Two hours pass, before the doctor comes back to see how far Elle has come along. And finally Elle hears the blessed words she has been waiting for since they arrived here.
"Ms Bishop, if you want a Spinal block, now's the time to get it. If we wait any longer you won't have time"
"YES!" she says without a hesitation or even a glance at you to see if it's alright. This really is her decision, even if you would rather this be a natural birth; you’re not the one pushing a human life out of your body, so you keep your mouth shut.
It takes only minutes for the anesthesiologist to come into the room with you, Elle and Peter.
"Hi Elle, my name is Dr. Winters. I'm the anesthesiologist" Elle barley nods to her, and she keeps her eyes on you.
"Elle, I need you to sit up, and sit on the side of the bed" again she nods her head weakly as she sits on the edge left side of the bed. "Gabriel, I need you to help Elle lean over as far as she can" Then you begin to nod and do your best to help Elle.
Elle tries to lean as far forward as she can, and she yells in pain "No way. This hurts worse than the contractions" Then Dr. Winters looks at you, a look that says this is where your help is needed.
You push the sweaty matted hair away from her face, and you pull her chin up “Elle” you simply start “You can do this” She looks at you finally, and you can tell that she believes you.
With all the strength she has left, she pushes herself even further forward. You can tell she is in agony. Not by what you see, anyone with eyes can tell she is in pain. But it’s what you feel, and you never want her to be in this much pain again.
Finally, after the longest 5 minutes of your life, the spinal block is over. And Elle seems to be at piece. She rests her eyes, and Peter looks traumatized by what he has just seen. You laugh, and give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You don’t have to be here for this” you remind him.
“Yes Peter” Elle chimes in “There is no way in hell I want you here for this”
You and Peter both laugh. Peter’s was more of a nervous laugh, and he sighed a little in relief as he walked out of the room. It’s funny to you that Peter, a nurse, would be so uneasy about the birth of a child, and then you start to think it’s more about seeing a friend giving birth that makes Peter nervous.
A couple more hours go by, you and Elle discuss baby names and what the future holds for them. She seems at ease, and it’s not just the drugs. She tells you that she can’t wait to change the first diaper, take him or her to the park. Show them off to everyone you know. She tells you, this is the happiest she has ever been, and you agree. She stuck with you through your rehabilitation, even through all of the pain you’ve caused her.
“Marry me” you blurt, and you can’t even believe the words coming out of your mouth. You lean in closer, and take her small hand into your larger one.
“It must be the drugs, because I could have sworn you asked me to marry you” she laughs
“No. You heard me”
“Gabriel”
You search her eyes. Trying to read her, but this is the one time you can’t.
“I thought you’d never ask”
“Is that a yes?” you laugh, but you really don’t know what that means.
“Yes, that’s a yes” you want to hug her, but she squeals in pain as another contraction hits her. The epidural is beginning to wear off.
The doctor returns to your room, ready to check Elle.
“Elle, I think it’s time”
We both take in deep breaths. This is it.
Elle pushes, and pushes. She is gasping your name, telling you that she can’t do it. “It’s too much”
Finally hours of waiting and the moment arrives. Your child is born. As soon as this bundle of blood and skin begins to cry, you’re sure you’ve never heard anything so beautiful before.
“It’s a boy” the Doctor announces.
“See I told you so” Elle teases you. You made a bet, and she won. She loves to win.
The doctor asks you to cut the umbilical cord, and you nervously agree. They hand you your little boy, (still covered in blood) for a moment. Then the nurses take him away to clean him up. He’s calmed down, as they return him to you. He’s beautiful. Patches of blonde hair atop of his hed, but his eyes are still a mystery. They are closed and covered in some sort of gel like substance.
You walk over to Elle, who just finished with the rest of her delivery. She extends her arms for him, and you happily place him gently into Elle’s arms.
“Let’s name him”
“We have time Elle”
“No, I want to do it now. I already have the perfect name for him”
You smile. There is no way you are about to deny the request of the woman who just gave you the most beautiful thing in the world. “Let’s hear it”
“Noah”
“Wait…what?”
“I know it seems weird, but I promise you I’ll explain…” Elle doesn’t finish her sentence. She looks like she might pass out. She tries to talk again, but she can’t. Instead her head drops and the monitors she is attached to go crazy.
Quickly you grab your son from her arms, as a team of nurses and doctors come rushing into the room.
Shrills and screaming noise break the silence. With a panicked heart, you look up. You can barely register the flat, unmoving line across the screen before you feel hands on your shoulders, urging you away from Elle’s bedside; one of the nurses grabs your son and takes him back to the nursery.
So many people, all hurrying around, shouting numbers, letters that you can’t even begin to understand.
“She hemorrhaging” the doctor shouts. You stand in the doorway. Your breath catches in your chest; surely this wasn’t real… this was can’t be happening, it is a horrible dream you can’t seem to wake up from …not real life…
But all the same, and throughout the ruckus and panic, the shrieking blare of the alarm can still be heard. “Still no pulse,” a nurse comments
Many minutes later, and many attempts to revive Elle, the doctors and nurses stop what they are doing. Nobody says anything for a long moment. They stop and you can’t figure out why. Why were they just standing there, looking at each other? Why weren’t they trying anymore? As Elle still lay perfectly still, so pale…And then, one voice answers all of your questions …but it is the last thing in the world you want to hear.
“Time of death, 1:24 am.”