Special Delivery- Part 2 of 3: "Silence" (Roy Mustang, Gracia Hughes)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Silence
Author: SeaweedOtter
Genre: Just sweet fluff.
Rating: PG for slightly adult stuff.
Characters: Roy Mustang, Gracia Hughes, and one more person :)
Spoilers: AU, Set less than a year after Episode 25 in the anime.
Note: This is dedicated to (and *ALL* the fault of) lilnitenurse who gave me this damn plot bunny earlier today. Thanks for the push forward! :)
(And also dedicated to fullmetalkatu who read my mind about what the outcome would be.)
Read all three parts of the story HERE!
"Push! Push hard!" The doctor's voice sounded like it was coming from a million miles away. Gracia squeezed the hand of the poor man sitting next to her, making even the usually stoic man wince a bit. But he never backed away or asked her to ease off. He seemed to take the pain readily, trying to make her feel better, even at his expense. It was the least he could do, he thought.
"Come on, I see the head! One or two big pushes!" The doctors voice raised in pitch, he seemed to be as excited about this as the other two people in the room were. Another squeeze, harder than before. Her well manicured nails dug into his pale flesh, drawing small moon shaped lines of blood, but she was too busy to notice, and he never said a thing.
"I.... CANT!!" Gracia yelled, and the man at her side took a damp washcloth and covered her forehead with it. He leaned in and softly told her that it would be alright. He was here for her.
"Come on.. it is almost out, one more big push!" She used what she thought was the very last of her strength for one more push. Her nails dug deeper into the man's flesh, but he only urged her on more. Straining, arching, urging, trying to get one last push to get this baby out. Then it was over.. Moments of silence.. Each heartbeat seemed to take an eternity. Where was the noise? Shouldnt the baby make noise?
She started to panic, looking around. Her eyes were watery and she couldnt focus. She tried to say something but it just came out as a soft squeak. How long had it been? 2 or 3 seconds? It seemed like years. There was no sound at all, like the entire world's volume had been turned down to zero. The whole world seemed to stop, time just stood still for her. A few more heartbeats went by..
Then, like a choir of angels from on high, a baby's cry, nice and loud. Time sped back up to normal. She heard the normal hospital noises, nurses moving about, tools being jostled. She looked briefly to the man to her side, giving him a tired, yet happy smile, which he returned. Her gaze quickly moved down to the doctors and nurses at her feet, anxiously waiting for any sort of word, or sign of how her baby was doing. A few more heartbeats passed. She still heard the baby's cry, but no word from the doctors. Her panic started to set back in.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Hughes, it is a boy!" The doctor carefully held the baby up, under his arms, and wrapped him in a little blue blanket, then handed him off to her. Her heart skipped at beat at the new life in her arms. His cries went soft, more of a little whimper than the yell they had been a few moments before. She marveled at how small and soft he was, warm and round.
Immediately she noticed how incredibly much like Maes he looked, and tears welled up in her eyes. He already had the shock of dark black hair, and those wonderful, unusual gold-green eyes. His face, despite being cutely chubby, still had some of his father's long, angular-ness to it. He was already big for a newborn. It looked like he was going to be a rather tall man, like his father. There was even one tiny little set of hairs that stood out at an angle, just that like that rather ridiculous little cow lick Maes could never get rid of. Just one of the many things that she had loved about him.
The man to her side softly stroked his fine dark hair. He had a very rare smile on his face, and a few tears came, unbidden, to his eyes. "He is the spitting image of Maes." He said in a soft, broken voice. "I can only imagine how proud he would be if he was here." The poor man could hardly choke out the last few words, and the two had a few teary moments together, the doctors stayed understandably silent while cleaning up.
"He would, Roy. He definitely would. I know he is beaming right now, looking down on us." The soft smile had returned to her face, and her finger was being gently grasped by the tiny newborn's hands.
"Have you... thought of a name yet?" he asked gingerly, hoping that it wasnt too tough of a question when she still clearly looked to be wrestling with how much like her late husband her unexpected son looked.
"Yes." She said after a short pause. "Maes, for his father, and Roy, for his godfather."
Silence, once again.
Title: Silence
Author: SeaweedOtter
Genre: Just sweet fluff.
Rating: PG for slightly adult stuff.
Characters: Roy Mustang, Gracia Hughes, and one more person :)
Spoilers: AU, Set less than a year after Episode 25 in the anime.
Note: This is dedicated to (and *ALL* the fault of) lilnitenurse who gave me this damn plot bunny earlier today. Thanks for the push forward! :)
(And also dedicated to fullmetalkatu who read my mind about what the outcome would be.)
Read all three parts of the story HERE!
"Push! Push hard!" The doctor's voice sounded like it was coming from a million miles away. Gracia squeezed the hand of the poor man sitting next to her, making even the usually stoic man wince a bit. But he never backed away or asked her to ease off. He seemed to take the pain readily, trying to make her feel better, even at his expense. It was the least he could do, he thought.
"Come on, I see the head! One or two big pushes!" The doctors voice raised in pitch, he seemed to be as excited about this as the other two people in the room were. Another squeeze, harder than before. Her well manicured nails dug into his pale flesh, drawing small moon shaped lines of blood, but she was too busy to notice, and he never said a thing.
"I.... CANT!!" Gracia yelled, and the man at her side took a damp washcloth and covered her forehead with it. He leaned in and softly told her that it would be alright. He was here for her.
"Come on.. it is almost out, one more big push!" She used what she thought was the very last of her strength for one more push. Her nails dug deeper into the man's flesh, but he only urged her on more. Straining, arching, urging, trying to get one last push to get this baby out. Then it was over.. Moments of silence.. Each heartbeat seemed to take an eternity. Where was the noise? Shouldnt the baby make noise?
She started to panic, looking around. Her eyes were watery and she couldnt focus. She tried to say something but it just came out as a soft squeak. How long had it been? 2 or 3 seconds? It seemed like years. There was no sound at all, like the entire world's volume had been turned down to zero. The whole world seemed to stop, time just stood still for her. A few more heartbeats went by..
Then, like a choir of angels from on high, a baby's cry, nice and loud. Time sped back up to normal. She heard the normal hospital noises, nurses moving about, tools being jostled. She looked briefly to the man to her side, giving him a tired, yet happy smile, which he returned. Her gaze quickly moved down to the doctors and nurses at her feet, anxiously waiting for any sort of word, or sign of how her baby was doing. A few more heartbeats passed. She still heard the baby's cry, but no word from the doctors. Her panic started to set back in.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Hughes, it is a boy!" The doctor carefully held the baby up, under his arms, and wrapped him in a little blue blanket, then handed him off to her. Her heart skipped at beat at the new life in her arms. His cries went soft, more of a little whimper than the yell they had been a few moments before. She marveled at how small and soft he was, warm and round.
Immediately she noticed how incredibly much like Maes he looked, and tears welled up in her eyes. He already had the shock of dark black hair, and those wonderful, unusual gold-green eyes. His face, despite being cutely chubby, still had some of his father's long, angular-ness to it. He was already big for a newborn. It looked like he was going to be a rather tall man, like his father. There was even one tiny little set of hairs that stood out at an angle, just that like that rather ridiculous little cow lick Maes could never get rid of. Just one of the many things that she had loved about him.
The man to her side softly stroked his fine dark hair. He had a very rare smile on his face, and a few tears came, unbidden, to his eyes. "He is the spitting image of Maes." He said in a soft, broken voice. "I can only imagine how proud he would be if he was here." The poor man could hardly choke out the last few words, and the two had a few teary moments together, the doctors stayed understandably silent while cleaning up.
"He would, Roy. He definitely would. I know he is beaming right now, looking down on us." The soft smile had returned to her face, and her finger was being gently grasped by the tiny newborn's hands.
"Have you... thought of a name yet?" he asked gingerly, hoping that it wasnt too tough of a question when she still clearly looked to be wrestling with how much like her late husband her unexpected son looked.
"Yes." She said after a short pause. "Maes, for his father, and Roy, for his godfather."
Silence, once again.