Aug 07, 2007 22:31
There's nothing she can do anymore. Not that there was ever much she could do, but standing sentinel by the infirmary doors felt better than nothing.
Zoe hears Wash's voice as she opens the hatch. He's sprawled on the bed with Naomi nearby, acting out some story with a plush toy in either hand, and he looks up as she comes down the ladder, voice faltering a little. Zoe sinks onto the bed behind him, arms going around his chest, cheek pressed to his shoulder.
"It was a boy," she says quietly.
Wash lets Naomi grab hold of the toys, reaching back to rest a hand on Zoe's leg. After a moment, he asks, "Want me to take Naomi back to her own bunk?"
Zoe shakes her head at once. "Later."
She moves around him on the bed and pulls their daughter into her lap, and Wash shifts as well, putting his arms around both of them.
So many things that could have gone wrong with her own pregnancy, up to and including a close encounter with Reavers, and Naomi's a warm, solid weight against her, more than a year old while Kaylee's baby never even made it to nine months.
Zoe knows better than to ask why.