museboxingring | To be born from two worlds

Eirik was late in her pregnancy.

As it got closer and closer, the anxiety became worse and worse. He remembered when he first heard she was pregnant. Over and over, he repeated to himself, "fatherhood". Or rather, "parenthood". This was something Eirik and Connor made, because they loved and trusted each other.

This was a time Connor couldn't even guess would have happened in his near future, even far beyond being with Eirik.

He was about to be a father, to a child.

What did Connor know about fatherhood? Nothing? Do people ever know how unless if it happened, probably not.

To be honest, it was hard to not think about Haytham and the kind of father he was.

Everything aside, he didn't want to be that father; more than anything.

Which brought them to present day. Connor would have gently suggested for Eirik to take a leave to the Homestead. Just to clear her head and have her relax and surround herself with simple hospitality and clean, quiet air. Where she could wake to the roosters and birds rustling through the forest trees as opposed to nosy peers by the thousands. Call it protective, because maybe it was. Connor had gotten advice after advice from Warren, Prudence, and Lyle White about the issue. Of course, they knew Connor would take this measure, being the overly gentle soul he was. After all, he helped Warren and Prudence with starting their family life, they wanted to give back; without using those words. Connor only focus was on being on the Homestead, helping Eirik. Nothing else.

Oils and other supplies were given to them frequently since Eirik started staying. Connor had just stopped his own errands around the Homestead for the day to notice the goods at the door. A shake of his head and a warm smile later, he picked them up and opened the door. Time to get dinner started.

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It took one look for Eirik to fall in love. Or mayhap that was just a natural occurrence with first-time parents. It was magical, was the only way Eirik knew how to put it. All of her strength had gone into delivering something so small and delicate. Something. Someone, more or less. Beautiful, indescribable-- many words turned over in Eirik's head as she moved as carefully as she could onto her side.

And with one hand, she reached over to draw blanket from the face, to seek out a much smaller hand that likely could barely wrap its entirety around a single forefinger. One could only imagine how long it'd take for her to get a grasp about her father's. Just the mere thought made Eirik's lips upturn into a smooth curve.

"She has your face," Eirik observed quietly. "Your structure. My nose. My mouth. Your... eyes, I imagine, if she ever lets us see them," which was supposed to be some very gentle motherly coaxing if there ever was some. "Books do say that life is miraculous, but I was not prepared for just how much it was."

She was delighted, beyond comprehensive speech, to put it lightly. Although Connor's question did beckon her to look over to Doctor White and Diana expectantly. She'd heard neither of them claim something to be wrong with her or the little one, after all.

He got a good look at their child, and he could feel his heart simple melt. It was still unbelievable that they made this little thing, that they created this little bundle of life.

Connor couldn't possibly smile more, it felt. He watched the little thing, he watched her open and close her tiny hands and he watched her slowly nod off to sleep in her newly made parents' arms.

"Books cannot tell you everything," he said to her softly, and that statement was from experience. But he didn't want to end it there at all.

"She is beautiful," he continued, "Just like her mother."

Connor didn't care if that was corny, he meant it. He said what he meant at all times.

Dr. White spoke after him, smiling as well, "She is in perfect heath too, and she's in good hands. I can tell." He couldn't be happier for the couple, and neither can Diana; nor the growing number of people outside the manor door, curious if a newborn was inside of it, courtesy of Warren.

Part of the joy was seeing their child. The other part was Connor's reaction. True that she had dreamed about it at night curiously, ever wondering what he might think or say when the time came. Dreams were only half as good as the real thing, she found. Every moment Connor smiled was a moment that she smiled more.

"She is beautiful. Just like her mother."

"You think I am beautiful," she teased Connor with plain written affection in her expression. "Not right now, I'm not." More teasing.

She looked back between Doctor White and Diana with a nod. "Thank you. For your help, your kindness. For everything." Eying Connor once more, her eyebrows rose, "Do you want to hold her?"

Connor could argue that, she was always beautiful. Eirik just went through a very tiresome ordeal, and seeing her so tired and worn made him really realize that. Since he was a man, he wouldn't begin to be able to experience this, obviously. At least, Connor wanted her to know he supported her through the pain. She lived through it, she was strong, she is beautiful.

But he wasn't even in the mood to argue a darn thing, even with affection. Because all he had on his person was pure love and tenderness. So he looked at Eirik with loving eyes, and giving her another kiss on the head.

Dr. White smiled at them both, "I am a doctor, and a doctor who cares quite a bit about the townsfolk here. I'm just glad to be of use."

Connor took a second in memory lane to remember the Dr. White from back then suffering from horrible, false slander. Dr. White's reputation was now in good hands after that whole ordeal, and it seemed to have made his life turn for the best. His humbleness was subtle, but so was Connor's most of the time. The two were all happier for it all, and Connor found no trouble in helping him. To Dr. White, helping Connor with his first born was the least he could do.

And Connor was the happiest man these days, with his wonderful wife and now his child. The moment he was asked about holding the baby, did he want to hold her?

Of course he did, did he need to say anything? Connor gently held out his arms to hold his little girl. His beautiful little girl.

While that was happening, a voice came up. "Doctor," Diana spoke as she looked out the window. "We've attracted a number of eyes."

Or rather, Connor did. On accident, of course.

...Warren.

"Honestly, this is not a show!" White softly exclaimed, just so he wouldn't disturb the baby and her parents too much with noise. He turned to them for a moment, and reassured them. "My assistant and I will handle them, kindly. It should be alright to leave you two alone for some privacy. We won't be far, let us know if you need anything."

He didn't say it, but she could see it in how he looked at her. Connor always had incredibly expressive eyes. She loved his eyes, really. Had from the very beginning and was always drawn to them. For that reason, among others, she read what he wasn't saying and didn't further push the proverbial envelope.

Instead, her expression softened and without much in the way of argument, she offered up their daughter. And in doing so, it created an overprotective bond of tension. She didn't want to be far from her, but at times she would have to be. After all of the time and effort that went into birthing children, Eirik never wanted to let hers go.

But she didn't say any of that. She'd save those words for another day and another time when it was only the two of them.

Once Connor had her, Eirik turned her attention onto Lyle and gave him a succinct little nod. "Thank you again," was what she managed to get out before he and Diana went to quiet the rest of the Homestead.

"You are causing an uproar," she said to their daughter. "Although it was likely your father."

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