The Joys of Motherhood - Sisters
Tittle: The Joys of Motherhood - Sisters
Author: storm_8
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Raiting: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Ha! Obviously I don't own any of these characters except the original one's...
A/N: Not betaed, so all mistakes are mine.
Apparently the muse works overtime when I'm ill... Don't know whether that's a good or a bad thing...
Anyway, this one is a continuation from the previous fic "Baby"...
Let me know whether you like it, think it's weird, think it could be better... You know... Comment!!
When she was finally allowed into Cindy’s room, Lindsay had sprung from her chair and dashed down the corridor, a nurse hot on her heels, leaving a startled Dr. Stevens behind. Ashley had giggled from her place on Denise’s lap and started fussing, wanting to follow her mommy.
Jill sighed loudly and shook her head in dismay, although she was relieved that Cindy and the baby were fine. Claire had grinned and stood up, engaging the doctor in a conversation about blood pressure levels and other medical jargon that Jill didn’t even want to try and understand.
“Ashley. Calm down…” Denise tried to reason with the little girl, who had increased her fussing and was now trying to get off the woman’s lap.
“Follow mommy!” Said the toddler, pointing her little finger in the direction her mother had disappeared to.
“In a bit, sweetheart.” Claire knelt down in front of Denise and smiled at the little girl. “You’ll get to see your two mommies and your baby sister soon.”
Ashley stopped her fussing and raised big brown eyes to look at her aunt. “Baby?” she asked, tilting her head. She then tapped her own belly: “Mama baby?”
Jill, who had gotten up from the very uncomfortable plastic chair, stretched her aching limbs and chuckled. “Yes. The baby that has had Cindy in horrible mood swings and muttering complaints at every opportunity.”
The toddler blinked at her blonde aunt in non-comprehension.
“Jill, you’re confusing her.” Denise said and got up as well, settling the brunette girl on her hip.
“Baby?” the child asked again, looking around at the amused faces of her three aunts.
“Yes, baby.” The DA nodded and carried the now smiling girl to her mother’s room, where the doctor stood and had motioned them over.
“Who would have known that Denise was good with kids?” Claire commented, threading an arm through her friend’s and dragging her along.
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“Aww, you were sooo cute Ash.” Lily giggled at the scowl her sister threw her way and continued perusing the photo album she had on her lap.
“I was not cute!” The brunette teen muttered from where she sat on the floor petting Martha. The dog was more than happy to allow her mistress to groom her fur, while listening to the evening’s story.
“Oh, yes you were.” The redhead threw back, pointing to a picture where a grinning 2-year-old Ashley sat on Cindy’s hospital bed, Cindy and the newborn Lily in the background. She then turned her attention back to her brunette mother, who was sitting on the couch next to her. “But you still haven’t told us who named me ‘Lily’.”
“Your sister did.” Cindy answered, as she came from the kitchen and settled next to her lover.
Lily stared in shock at her mothers, thinking it was a joke.
“I did?” Ashley asked, just as shocked as her sister.
Lindsay chuckled at their expressions. “Yes, because you mispronounced ‘little’. You wanted to say ‘She’s little.’, but what came out at first was ‘She’s lily.’ We thought it was a nice name so ‘Lily’ it was.”
“I can’t believe I’m ‘Lily’ because of you Ash.” The redhead girl said, staring in wonder at her sister.
The brunette blushed under the scrutiny she found bestowed on her all of a sudden. She scratched her nose self-consciously. “Ahh, well… I always liked the name, but I didn’t know…” she dissolved into incomprehensive mumbling, causing Lindsay to laugh.
“You like my name?” the redhead teen asked incredulously. “Then why in the hell do you make fun of it whenever you get the chance?”
Cindy’s warning about the use of such language fell on deaf ears, as Lily launched herself at her sister and pillows started flying around.
Author: storm_8
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Raiting: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Ha! Obviously I don't own any of these characters except the original one's...
A/N: Not betaed, so all mistakes are mine.
Apparently the muse works overtime when I'm ill... Don't know whether that's a good or a bad thing...
Anyway, this one is a continuation from the previous fic "Baby"...
Let me know whether you like it, think it's weird, think it could be better... You know... Comment!!
When she was finally allowed into Cindy’s room, Lindsay had sprung from her chair and dashed down the corridor, a nurse hot on her heels, leaving a startled Dr. Stevens behind. Ashley had giggled from her place on Denise’s lap and started fussing, wanting to follow her mommy.
Jill sighed loudly and shook her head in dismay, although she was relieved that Cindy and the baby were fine. Claire had grinned and stood up, engaging the doctor in a conversation about blood pressure levels and other medical jargon that Jill didn’t even want to try and understand.
“Ashley. Calm down…” Denise tried to reason with the little girl, who had increased her fussing and was now trying to get off the woman’s lap.
“Follow mommy!” Said the toddler, pointing her little finger in the direction her mother had disappeared to.
“In a bit, sweetheart.” Claire knelt down in front of Denise and smiled at the little girl. “You’ll get to see your two mommies and your baby sister soon.”
Ashley stopped her fussing and raised big brown eyes to look at her aunt. “Baby?” she asked, tilting her head. She then tapped her own belly: “Mama baby?”
Jill, who had gotten up from the very uncomfortable plastic chair, stretched her aching limbs and chuckled. “Yes. The baby that has had Cindy in horrible mood swings and muttering complaints at every opportunity.”
The toddler blinked at her blonde aunt in non-comprehension.
“Jill, you’re confusing her.” Denise said and got up as well, settling the brunette girl on her hip.
“Baby?” the child asked again, looking around at the amused faces of her three aunts.
“Yes, baby.” The DA nodded and carried the now smiling girl to her mother’s room, where the doctor stood and had motioned them over.
“Who would have known that Denise was good with kids?” Claire commented, threading an arm through her friend’s and dragging her along.
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“Aww, you were sooo cute Ash.” Lily giggled at the scowl her sister threw her way and continued perusing the photo album she had on her lap.
“I was not cute!” The brunette teen muttered from where she sat on the floor petting Martha. The dog was more than happy to allow her mistress to groom her fur, while listening to the evening’s story.
“Oh, yes you were.” The redhead threw back, pointing to a picture where a grinning 2-year-old Ashley sat on Cindy’s hospital bed, Cindy and the newborn Lily in the background. She then turned her attention back to her brunette mother, who was sitting on the couch next to her. “But you still haven’t told us who named me ‘Lily’.”
“Your sister did.” Cindy answered, as she came from the kitchen and settled next to her lover.
Lily stared in shock at her mothers, thinking it was a joke.
“I did?” Ashley asked, just as shocked as her sister.
Lindsay chuckled at their expressions. “Yes, because you mispronounced ‘little’. You wanted to say ‘She’s little.’, but what came out at first was ‘She’s lily.’ We thought it was a nice name so ‘Lily’ it was.”
“I can’t believe I’m ‘Lily’ because of you Ash.” The redhead girl said, staring in wonder at her sister.
The brunette blushed under the scrutiny she found bestowed on her all of a sudden. She scratched her nose self-consciously. “Ahh, well… I always liked the name, but I didn’t know…” she dissolved into incomprehensive mumbling, causing Lindsay to laugh.
“You like my name?” the redhead teen asked incredulously. “Then why in the hell do you make fun of it whenever you get the chance?”
Cindy’s warning about the use of such language fell on deaf ears, as Lily launched herself at her sister and pillows started flying around.