She's Gonna Break Soon [Eva]

[Aidan Voltaire]

Aidan was ready for this damn pregnancy shit to be over. The hormones, the mood swings, the fcuking food cravings he had to creep out in the middle of the night to get for her. He was ready for her to just pop the damn kid out, return to her normal fcuking self, and get back to the whole physical aspect of their relationship. He missed that part.

Now, while she was hormonal and bitch, he had to deal with her constantly on him about quitting his shit before Abby was born or risk not being allowed near her. That was fcuking bullshit. His using had nothing to do with his god damn kid and she knew that. She wanted him to quit for her own damn personal gain. What the fcuk ever. Not happening. He wouldn't use around Abby and he'd told her that--and that was good e-fcuking-nough.

What did he do to get away from it? He went up to the balcony, shot up, and had himself a good 'ol time.

Today was no different. He'd already stuck himself and he was already high as a fcuking kite--and now he waited. Eva usually came up to find him after too long. It usually ended in an argument and the argument ended in a make-up session. That was how things worked. If she didn't like it--well she was in a little fcuking deep to just now be deciding that wasn't she? Yeah. You'd think.

The only downside to going up here--what the fcuk was he supposed to do? Of course, anywhere else wasn't really an option. No swimming or risk being eaten by infected, brain eating, rotten corpses. No eating or risk getting bitched out by poor fat dead Helen. No wandering the library or risk ghosts of every shape, size, and temper finding you. I mean, options were pretty slim here.

So he sat, waiting.

It was shit--waiting to comedown. And that's basically what he did. It was really shit.

God he couldn't wait for his daughter to be born. When Eva had first come to him, told him she was pregnant, Aidan had freaked the fcuk out. Of course, after the fact, he'd wanted to keep it, of course. At the time though, he hadn't known what to think. He'd flipped shit--mostly due to being tweaked out of his mind, but that was besides the point. Now, he just couldn't wait. He wanted his little girl and he couldn't wait.

AJ smiled, thinking about it. He'd never use when he was around her, he wouldn't risk her like that. He was responsible for her growing up. But he'd never quit. He didn't see it happening.

[Eva McCorkle]

She waited.

Eva wasn't exactly stupid. No, she was actually a rather bright individual. And she knew where Aidan was. Honestly, she almost always knew where Aidan was. He didn't much deter from his normal schedule, so it was easy to find him at any hour of the day. However, this particular day, she was in a terrible mood. Her morning sickness had been terrible that morning, and she'd skipped all her classes in favor of staying in bed.

And usually she went to find Aidan right after he'd shot up, just because she needed someone to bitch at. So they'd fight, and then they'd make out and go back to the dorms happy. But today she simply wasn't in the mood. She wasn't feeling particularly hormonal or bitchy, she was just feeling sick. Which was very, very strange for her. It felt like she'd spent the past 9 months in a constant state of hormonal and bitchy.

So she waited. She waited for hours, until she knew he'd be coming down, sitting in the balcony and expecting her to show up. She finally pulled herself out of bed, groaning at her bulging stomach. If there was one thing she wasn't going to miss, it was being fat all the time. It didn't help her self esteem any, nor did it help the fact that she always wanted to look her best for Aidan. Fat wasn't exactly her best.

Her ankles and feet were swelled, but most of the rest of her body, especially her face, had remained relatively the same weight. She was happy with that, but it was difficult and often painful to walk, which was why she'd been spending such a large amount of time in bed lately.

Her hair in a pony tail, she was wearing sweatpants and a gray maternaty shirt, the only thing that she could comfortably wear at this point. She slowly made her way up the steps to the balcony, pausing and actually smiling when she saw him instead of her usual immediate jump into bitching at him.

"Hey baby." She eased herself down until she was sitting next to him on the floor of the balcony. "Feeling alright?"

[Aidan Voltaire]

Aidan hated coming down. He hated it more than anything else he'd ever gone through. He knew though, that he couldn't be completely wasted all day. Not with Eva ready to pop at any minute. You'd think that he wouldn't shoot up at all anymore--that he'd wait until she'd had the baby and then go back to his routine but he couldn't do that. He couldn't go without it. If that sounded pathetic and lowly then so be it. He honestly didn't fcuking care.

He felt like shit. His stomach was cramping a bit, there was a dull ache in the back of his head (most likely from having the adrenaline and not actually doing anything with it), he was feeling sluggish and moody and sort of depressed. Come downs sucked. Hardcore.

When he heard Eva enter the room, he almost didn't look at her because he wasn't ready to fight. Fighting was fine when he was high but when he was coming down, he hated it. Usually by this point they were already making up and that didn't take nearly as much energy.

But she didn't yell. She came in, sat down next to him, and asked him how he was feeling? This was nice. Must not be in one of her bitchy hormonal moments. He was taking advantage. "Hey," he said quietly, leaning into her shoulder and closing his eyes. He liked these moments--when he didn't hear how awful he was and how horrible the things he did were. They were few and far between so they were like presents.

"I'm good," he lied. After all, how could you tell your ready to burst girlfriend that you felt bad when you were coming down. That was just redundant. "How're you feelin' though? Been in bed all god damn day--you're not sick right?"

[Eva McCorkle]

Eva smiled, resting her head against the wall as he leaned his own on her shoulder. It was a different sort of moment entirely, ones like these, but their rarity made them all the more precious, and both of them had learned to take advantage of them. She lifted a hand, gently stroking his hair and smiling slightly. She kicked her sneakers off of her feet, flexing her toes a few times. None of her shoes fit right anymore and it freakin' hurt.

She nodded. "Good, I'm glad." She shrugged, shifting slightly. "I'm fine, I guess. I was sicker this morning than usual, havn't really been able to eat much today. I just assume it's because I'm getting closer to delivary."

Honestly, she wasn't real sure what to expect. Sure, she'd seen the doctor numerous times and he'd talked her through how things would happen, but she still wasn't prepared. Not at all. She didn't know the first thing about pregnancy, or birth, or motherhood, for the love of god. And that scared her, more than anything else. That she wouldn't be a good mother to her baby.

"Did you actually show up to any of your classes?" It was a stupid question to ask, and she knew it, but sometimes she hoped that he'd just go to one, even if it was only because she wanted him to, and not out of any desire to learn.

[Aidan Voltaire]

Aidan was more than happy when the whole "playing nice" bit lasted. He'd really been hoping she wasn't just asking so that she could yell at him. She'd done that before. It wasn't so much the getting yelled at part that bothered him--it was that he never had a good enough retort. He used because he liked it--and he wanted it. He didn't feel the same without it. That wasn't good enough for her.

Sighing heavily when he felt her fingers in his hair and opened his eyes, a little disgruntled when he felt her move, only to see that she'd kicked her shoes off. He smiled a bit. She was always complaining about her shoes anymore. Aidan didn't know anything about pregnancy so he didn't see why her shoes would fit differently but she swore up and down that they did and he wasn't going to argue with her. If her feet were getting fat--well cool? He didn't know what else to think on the matter, honestly.

AJ grimaced a bit when she mentioned being sicker than usual. Coming down mixed with talk of vomiting was never fun. He felt enough like he wanted to puke without talking about such a thing. "Yeah... We're gonna have our baby girl any day now..." He couldn't believe it. Nine long god damn months and finally he'd get to see little Abby. He hoped she was a cute baby. He didn't want Eva to yell at him if he frowned at his daughter's ugliness.

That probably wasn't nice to think.

Show up to his classes? She thought she already knew the answer to that but he was about to surprise her. "Made it through Potions and half of Charms." How he'd made it to his seventh year was well beyond him. He didn't do nearly enough work to pass. He suspected his teachers really just didn't want to deal with him any longer than they had to, honestly.

Sometimes he did go to class. More often than not he didn't go to all of them and some days he didn't make it to any--those were usually binging days. Still, he tried to make it to each class at least once a week--at least to make sure he could pass his fcuking exams at the end of the year. God damn NEWTs were so fcuking pointless.

Right now, Aidan wanted nothing more than to get one more fix in before he went back to the dorms with her but he knew that was unlikely to happen. It was better he take this moment and run with it--sober--and go for broke another day. Moments like these didn't happen often enough. He was well aware of that and so he made sure when they did, he took them without question.

Finally, he picked his head up, his eyes half closed due to fatigue, and smiled faintly, leaning in to kiss her softly before leaning back against the wall just as she was. "You already have your appointment today?" As she was days away from delivery, the medi witch wanted to see her daily, just for routine shit. Aidan didn't understand it, but whatever. "Or is it later?" With great effort, he picked his arm up and put it around her, pulling her in close to him, mostly trying to keep himself from falling asleep right there.

He needed to walk or something, wake himself up. With Eva the way she was, not even moving very well, he knew that wasn't an option that he had right now. Which meant he had to try and keep himself awake in other ways.

[Eva McCorkle]

Eva smiled softly, looking out at the setting sun as she gently ran her fingers through his hair. He leaned in, kissing her, and she smiled again, resting a hand on his shoulder for the moment that their lips met.

"I went earlier, before I came here. She says it could be any moment now."

As he pulled her closer with an arm, she smiled, leaning on him and taking a deep, contented breath. She loved these moments. When he hadn't just shot up, when he wasn't high as a kite. When he was more himself and less the drug. When it was just Aidan and Eva, with nothing to come between them. She closed her eyes, leaning her head on the top of his. And right now was just one of those perfect moments, one of those moments that she wished could just last forever.

Her eyes shot open, and she lurched forward suddenly, looking down. Her sweatpants were soaked. It took her a minute to process that information, and her eyes widened as it slowly dawned on her what was happening. In a moment, she'd pushed Aidan off of her and was using the wall to help her stand up, panic in her eyes.

"fcuk... Jesus... AIdan.... God... AJ, baby, my water just broke." She straightened up and leaned against the wall, looking frightened. "We need to get to the hospital. I"m having the baby." Her voice began to calm as she said it. She was having her baby. She was having her baby and everything was going to be just fine.

[Aidan Voltaire]

Aidan nodded, though hardly moving his head at all, when Eva mentioned having her appointment earlier that day. Any moment now. Any fcuking moment and he could be a fcuking dad. That was just one of those things that just didn't register. You could say it a million times but it didn't seem real.

He opened his eyes when Eva suddenly lurched forward. What the hell was she doing? Was she going to yell now? God damnit not right now. But -- her pants were wet? "Eva did you fcuking piss yourself honey?" He wanted to laugh. If she'd pissed her pants that was just fcuking hilarious. She was standing up and Aidan merely stared up at her a little amused for a minute.

Until she mentioned water breaking.

Water not being piss.

Which meant--

"Oh holy fcuk," he said, paling when she confirmed his thoughts. The baby. Fcuking NOW?! After having JUST talked about how soon it could be? How fcuking coincidental was that?! And what the hell was he THINKING about that for?! He wasn't even fcuking tweaked right now but he sure as hell felt like it. Thank GOD this wasn't happening an hour ago.

Scrambling to his feet, he put his hands up, grabbing his hair for a minute. "Well--fcuking put it back or something! We're not there yet!" Wait--that wasn't right. She couldn't put her water back in. Duh. Fcuking ass.

"Okay--don't panic. Stop panicking Eva. Just breathe." In all reality, he was the one panicking. And holy FCUK was he panicking. His eyes were wide and kind of buggy and his scrawny form was heaving with the gasping he was doing. For a second, things started spinning and he knew if he didn't fcuking BREATHE he would pass the fcuk OUT. Which wasn't good at this moment since Eva was having their KID right now.

Oh shit.

They had to go.

"Okay, come on." DAMN now would've been a good time to have been spectacular at Transfiguration. He could've made a wheelchair out of something. But no because he never went to fcuking CLASS. "Can you walk? I mean--how the FCUK are we supposed to get there from HERE?!"

Aidan James was bad under pressure.

[Eva McCorkle]

Eva was holding her stomach, taking a deep breath before looking back at him, rolling her eyes. She wasn't panicking. If anything, she looked a helluva lot calmer than she felt. No, Aidan wasn't the one about to pop out a baby, but he was the one throwing a fit. This was great. So apparently she had to be the level headed one.

"Yeah, I'm... yes. I can walk let's just GET to the hospital wing, okay? This isn't exactly something that can wait."

Without waiting for him to calm himself down, she began to make her way towards the exit to the balcony, keeping a hand on the wall to steady herself. It wasn't comfortable to walk and the moment, and if they didnt' get to the infirmary like.. now, she was going to have this baby in a stairwell.

"Baby..." She looked back at him, holding out her hand. She needed him to be with her and not freak out right now. Not when she needed him. "It's gonna be alright, okay?"

[Aidan Voltaire]

She could walk. Eva could walk while in the midst of popping out a fcuking BABY but he couldn't calm himself the FCUK down enough to walk WITH HER?! It wasn't like he was in fcuking labor right now. Mentally, he wanted to kick himself--way to be Aidan.

He watched as she started walking toward the exit and when she looked back, holding out her hand and telling him it would be okay--that's when he realized what he was doing. Striding toward her, he took her hand and allowed her to lean against him for support. God he was a fcuking meth addict and he was trying to support a pregnant girl. Granted, she wasn't a fat girl, but pregnant girls were not exactly small.

But he was doing it.

Whether his legs would work for the next few days--that was unimportant. Eva was having a baby--HIS baby--so he figured he could deal with it for now.

Okay, they would be fine. She wasn't having the damn baby in the fcuking hallway. That was just not happening. Luckily the astronomy tower and the infirmary were both pretty damn high up in the castle--meaning it wasn't incredibly far to walk. And he wasn't tweaked so he wasn't worried about getting caught either. Although Emily was pretty cool--young and whatnot--he had a feeling she wouldn't have turned him in anyways. He'd heard stories about her.

Aidan led his laboring girlfriend through the damn near full corridors (fcuking stupid people gathering to gossip), screaming for people to get the fcuk out of their way. Some did and some didn't. He wished he had the time to stop and fcuking hit the bastards but pushing them into walls had to be good enough for now.

Stairs. Fcuking stairs. At least they were going down a flight and not up right? Down seemed easier to him. "Just lean on me," he muttered, more for his own sake than hers. He felt if he wasn't talking then he wasn't doing anything productive.

Finally, they made it to the infirmary, which was chock full of kids trying to get out of the last class of the day. "EMILY!!" He bellowed above the whines of all the fcuking brats. "RENTON!!" Damien was interning. "SHE'S HAVING A FCUKING KID TELL THE BASTARDS TO WAIT!" He watched Emily rush over, leaving Damien to tend to the blubbering idiots in the room.

"Get her on the bed," Emily ordered, her voice taunt. Aidan nodded, helping Eva up as best he could and then simply holding her hand. Emily was already readying everything she'd need and Aidan couldn't help but grimace at the tool she was bringing out. God what were they all FOR? When he finally looked away from the shiny metal, Eva was out of her normal clothes and in a hospital gown. Well how had THAT happened?

There were curtains set up around them, blocking them from view, and Emily was sitting on a stool at the edge of the bed, calling for Damien to help her out. Apparently doctors needed nurses? Whatever. Aidan didn't get it.

"Hon I'm gonna need you to hold on for a bit. You can't push until I tell you to. I know you want to, I know you think you need to, but trust me, you've got another two centimeters before you can start." Emily was jabbering on and all Aidan caught was centimeters. What the fcuk was that about? Why would she be talking about fcuking mathematics at a time like this? That was just unprofessional.

Scoffing, he leaned down, kissing Eva's forehead and squeezing her hand, letting her know he was there for her. God it was really happening. Little Abigail Voltaire was really being born. Like right now. Aidan was really glad he didn't actually have to see that. It sounded pretty gross.

[Eva McCorkle]

Eva let out a worried breath as he finally seemed to come to his senses and calm himself down a bit. Good, because she knew she wasn't going to be able to stay calm for too long. She kept quiet as he led her through the hallways cursing up and down at anyone who got in their way for more than a few seconds, pushing people aside like rag dolls. The man was lucky that no one seemed to be feeling particularly confrentational today, or they'd really have a problem. Actually, more than likely, they were terrified of a pregnant, going-into-labor Eva.

They arrived in the hospital wing, and Emily immediatly took charge, which surely made Eva feel a lot better about the entire situation. Aidan helped her onto the bed and she took his hand, brushing her hair out of her face. She tried not to look at teh tools that Emily was holding, because then she'd really start freaking out. She didn't have the first clue what was going to happen now, except that a baby was eventually going to come out.

Not push?!? Was this woman off her own damn prescription or something? How the fcuk was the baby going to come out? Two cenimeters? Two cenimeters from WHAT? She didnt' say anything, though, just nodded and took several deep breaths, forcing herself not to try and push the baby out. She calmed down slightly as Aidan kissed her forhead before turning a desperate face back to Emily.

[Aidan Voltaire]

Aidan protested and let out a slew of curse words not fit for an infirmary when Emily stood up and walked away from them. "What the FCUK are you doing you stupid fcuking CNUT! My god damned girlfriend is having her fcuking baby NOW--where the FCUK are you going?" He grew even angrier when she didn't answer him but instead held up a finger to him and continued walking.

He looked over at Eva incredulously. What the fcuk?!

She returned not more than a minute later with a potion in her hands. "It's for the pain," she said dryly, cocking an eyebrow at Aidan, who immediately felt like an idiot. Emily sat down again after handing Eva the small vile and checked her watch a few times for some reason.

"It's time."

Oh fcuking shit.

Two words and he felt like he was two years old again and about to shit his pants in the middle of church. Yeah, it had happened once. His parents never took him to church again. He'd never understood WHY they went to church in the first place, seeing as they weren't religious or anything but whatever. Apparently his mother had wanted to go to see what it was like. Stupid broad.

Unknowingly, he grasped Eva's hand a little tighter and he suddenly felt light headed. Why was he feeling light headed? A second later, he gasped and realized he'd forgotten to breathe. Oops.

His eyes were wide with panic written all over them. This whole birth thing was not a fun experience. Why couldn't it be simpler. They were fcuking wizards for crying out loud. Stupid.

Emily nodded and looked up at Eva, a very serious expression on her face. How anyone could remain straight faced while staring into a woman's crotch while a head popped out of it was beyond him. That would freak him right the fcuk out--after which he'd probably laugh uncontrollably. "You're going to need to hold it as long as you can when you push. Count to ten each time. Make sure you breathe. Just relax."

Re-fcuking-lax?! Was she serious? That was a stupid thing to say. Who the fcuk had made her a damn medi-witch. She said stupid shit. Relax. Fcuking hell lady.

"Whenever you're ready..."

Aidan realized he hadn't said or done a single thing and he looked at Eva, calming himself down a bit for her sake. He was a bit over irrational for the situation wasn't he. Probably. He always was. It was a tweakers natural instinct. He couldn't help that.

[Eva McCorkle]

OOC: Jesus, Tiff, do you m ake this stuff up or actually look up what happens when someone's pregnant? xD

BIC: Eva could honestly say that she had no idea why Emily was walking away from her. It was sort of stressful that Aidan was screaming uselessly at the top of his lungs instead of trying to be helpful in some way. She grasped his hand, gasping at the contractions as Emily came back with a potion, which she gratefully swallowed, feeling the pain immediatly begin to ease down.

Eva glanced worridly over at AJ as he squeezed her hand harder. He wasn't looking so well, but she really didnt' have the time to worry about him at teh moment, seeing as a baby was about to pop out of her stomach. She turned a horrified expression back to Emily as she announced that it was time for the baby to come out.

Okay. Push. Ten seconds. Deep breaths. She nodded, sqeezing the shit out of Aidan's hand as she pushed, closing her eyes tightly and counting to twenty. She let out a huge breath, opening her eyes again and looking to Emily for her approval. God, shouldn't she have some sort of natural instinct here?

Oh yeah. She did.

Push.

OOC: Yeah, I'll just let you take it from here, since you seem to know what you're doing way more than I do, lovey xD

[Aidan Voltaire]

Aidan felt a shocking bolt of pain course through his hand when the mediwitch told Eva to push. God damn did pregnant women have unnaturally strong hands just for this purpose? To fcuking break the father's and shit? He was surprised she wasn't screaming at him, telling him she hated him and if he ever tried to fcuk her again, she'd castrate his sorry ass. He was surprised--but he was also very glad. Castration threats were no laughing matter. If she'd done that, he wasn't sure he'd ever let her near his good bits again!

The weirdest thing about it all was that when Eva pushed, Aidan felt himself holding his breath and wanting to push--like he had to take a giant shit or something. Was that normal? He certainly wasn't having the fcuking kid here so why the fcuk did he hold his breath and try to force some incredibly large being out of himself? That did not make sense to him.

Emily seemed to think it did, however. Perodically, she would look over at him, smile, and then go back to what she was doing. Apparently she'd seen his behavior before--if not, she would've said something to the extent of "hey jibhead--what the fcuk you doin'" right? Well perhaps not since she didn't know of his ... habit.

"One more good one, come on Eva you can do this. I know you're tired sweetie but you can't exactly stop now--" she cut off when Eva gave another manly squeeze to his hand and Aidan nearly passed out when his breath stuck in his throat. Fcuking meth addicts should not be in a birthing room. He'd make sure he told his friends that back in Detroit. There were a few of them months away from kids themselves and he knew they wouldn't be sober for the event.

"Eva you're breaking my god damn hand!" Aidan all but whined. Emily shot him a glare that told him to shut the fcuk up or birth the damn kid himself. He did not want to do the latter. That thought alone was more than enough to make him shut his mouth. Squeezing back instead, he let her know that she could, indeed, lighten up a bit on the hand break-age.

"One more Eva. One more big one and we're done." Emily had already said there was just one more and this was definitely number two after she'd said that. What a dirty little liar she was. Those thoughts were forgotten when Eva heaved once more and Aidan found himself actually breathing through this one. Well a pat on the back for himself, eh?

Then he heard a cry--a wail--a fcuking screech he'd never heard before in his fcuking life. No way--did that mean--oh my fcuking God.

"Congratulations guy's you've got yourself a beautiful, healthy baby girl!" Emily, red-faced and blood spattered scootched her chair back a bit and looked at Aidan. "Well dad? It's up to you to cut the cord."

Cut? A cord? There was a cord on his kid? Was that normal? And she wanted him to cut it? "Won't--that hurt?" The mediwitch sniggered a bit and Aidan, for the second time, felt like a total douchebag. Without answering him, Emily handed over a pair of scissors while she clamped off the cord in two spots and looked at him expectantly. Aidan looked down at Eva and pulled his hand from hers for a minute, walking down to the end of the bed--very careful not to look directly into the warzone. He'd never be able to fcuk her again if he looked now.

Shaking hands, he took the scissors, testing them out once before moving slowly toward the cord. What he expected--blood, guts, awful stuff--none of that happened. It was basically just a snip and it was done. "That's it?"

"That's it dear." Emily's voice held a bit of mockery in it but at the moment he didn't even care. Aidan was looking down at his little girls face--and while she was bloody and covered in nasty, gunky shit, she was his. All his. Well and Eva's too. Curiously, he reached out a hand while Emily was wiping her with a towel and touched her small, cold fingers. Abby reacted instantly, grabbing on and he jerked, surprised.

All too soon, she was pulled away from him while Emily set to weighing her and putting a little tag on her wrist. He expected her to bring her back to him but the medi-witch walked over to Eva, Abby wrapped in a small, pink blanket. "Here she is--she's beautiful Eva."

Aidan was jealous--but it was a good sort of jealous. Not the kind where you want to kill someone else because they have what you want. No it was the kind of jealous where you're like "damn" but you feel happy for the other person anyways. Why was he jealous? Eva got to hold little Abigail first. Then again--she was probably pretty tired so that meant he'd be able to hold her for quite awhile later.

Smiling, he walked back up Eva's bedside and sat down beside her, having the scrawny body to do such a thing and not be a bother. There was a sort of ... pride in his chest right now. Knowing he'd been a part in creating something so ... amazing. God he sounded like a fcuking ass right now but he couldn't help it. This was one of those moments where it was okay to be an ass.

"Babe she's perfect..."

[Eva McCorkle]

Eva had been totally unprepared for this whole birthing thing. All that miracle of childbirth bullshit turned out to be exactly that. Bullshit. She was squeezing Aidan's hand like she was going to tear it off, ignoring his bitching about how she was hurting him. Did he want to see hurt? He could have the kid, and squeeze HER hand for a while, and see which place he'd rather be in.

She was covered with sweat, and she was sick of pushing and counting to ten and listening to Emily was getting harder and harder and she just wanted this kid OUT Of her already. She squeezed extra hard on Aidan's hand and with one final push the pain was relieved. She lay back on her pillows, her chest heaving, eyes wide. The next thing she heard was the shriek of her baby, and a small smile spread across her face. She couldn't see the baby yet, Aidan was in the way, but she could certainly hear her little girl.

She was ready to kill her boyfriend as he wasted time bitching about cutting the cord hurting the baby. Didn't he know anything? She forced herself to calm down. It was okay. They had a healthy, baby girl and everything was fine. Aidan was even sober. Or... as sober as Aidan ever got.

She wanted to hold her baby. That's all she wanted, and she grinned as Emily finally brought her over, wrapped in a fluffy pink little blanket, the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen in the world. "Abby." It was all she said, murmering the word down at the little girl. "Abby Elizabeth Voltaire. My beautiful baby girl..." It sort of saddened her, to say that name. That her child had her father's last name, but Eva didn't yet. She wasn't even sure if Aidan wanted to marry her, ever. If he wanted to marry anyone, period.

She didn't have a whole lot of time to think about it, though. As she held Abby, whispering quietly, she was surprised by another urge to push. What the hell. She was holding the damn baby. There was only one of them. What the hell was this? She glanced up, slightly panicked. ACtually, she was more than slightly panicked. There was no way that thsi could be normal? What kind of person was still giving birth after the baby came out? No normal person, that much was for damn sure.

She glanced around for Emily, only to find her still sitting between her legs, looking perfectly calm and apparently waiting for something. What the hell? Did everyone around here know something that she didn't? Was this normal? That would be nice. She really just wanted a nice, normal birthing process. She didn't need Aidan to freak out anymore, and anything abnormal would probably send him into shock at this point.

She had to push. She couldn't just not push. Something was coming the hell out. She didn't know what it was, but it was coming, like it or not. At least Emily was there. She was still clinging lovingly to Abby as she pushed, groaning for a moment until it was all over again. There'd been some pain, but it certainly didn't compare to the actual birth. She looked up at Emily, question in her eyes.

The mediwitch just smiled up at her. "It's fine, Eva. Everything's normal and looks perfectly fine. You did a fine job."

Eva nodded, smilng again before turning her attention back to Aidan. "Aidan..." She whispered. "Look at our beautiful little girl."

[Aidan Voltaire]

Aidan watched Eva handle Abigail as though she were a delicate, fragile, piece of crystal. He had a feeling that for the next few weeks, every touch would be soft. Every kiss would be small and every hug would be as gentle as they could manage. She was just so ... little. "Is she supposed to be that small?"

He hadn't even realized the words had escaped him until Emily nodded. "She's five pounds, eight ounces. She's a tiny one. Perfectly healthy though. Aidan, she's in perfect condition. Stop worrying and just enjoy this would you?" Aidan shrugged a little and looked at Eva holding Abby. They were picture perfect right now.

AJ didn't notice the small struggle Eva went through with the afterbirth--hell he didn't even know there was such a stage. He was just simply watching his girlfriend and his little girl in this moment when everything else around him seemed to disappear. He was completely sober, he wasn't dying for a fix--this little adrenaline rush that happened all on it's own was pretty damn easy to quell that itch.

Slowly, he leaned in, kissing Eva softly on the forehead and then just looking into her eyes for a minute. Even now--all worn out and exhausted, she was so beautiful. "She looks like her mommy." It was the quietest statement he'd ever made in his fcuking life. His eyes moved from mother to daughter and he smiled again, leaning down to kiss Abby in the same spot.

There was a moment, while he was leaning into her where he felt everything hit him all at once. He was a father--he was a god damn father. This little life was in his hands--partly of course--and he influenced everything that happened to her. He influenced her decisions, her thoughts, her actions, everything about her, he was a part of now. He'd be a part of the whole dating thing--where no guy was ever going to be good enough for her. Just ... everything.

"Baby we did it," he said, still looking at his little girl. "We really fcuking did it." There was an incredulous tone in his voice, as though he still couldn't believe it. After another minute or so, he didn't really know, he shifted and turned around so he could actually sit next to her. If the medi-witch thought he was leaving, she had another thing coming. He was sleeping right here.

"Let me hold her for a minute?" He didn't want her to feel like he was taking her away, but he really wanted to hold his little girl. Just for a minute or two. Just long enough.