Fic: Mother's Day
Author: Major Sam
Summary: Every loving couple, needs a family
She paced the corridor, scowling at everyone that was allowed in the room apart from her. She'd been there for twenty minutes, feeling helpless at not being able to help.
They’d planned this from the beginning, ever since they saw the test had been positive. The celebration had been an all nighter and both of them rolled into work the next morning some hour late for an important briefing.
But now, she felt as though she was being pushed out of one of the most important events of her life. Her wife was having their baby. The baby they’d wanted for 3 years. It hadn’t been easy, finding someone willing to donate. However, someone had stepped forward, someone they both could rely on not to interfere after the child was born. He just wanted to help. But it had been more complicated than that. They didn’t simply want a child; they wanted one of their own. One that belonged to both of them. It had all gotten very complicated.
Her feet were aching and tears of frustration began to fall down her cheek. There wasn’t anything she could do. Janet had told her not to go in until everything was okay. Her whole body shook in fear that they were going to be taken away from her. The last few months of the pregnancy had been difficult and the prospective mother had spent most of it in bed. As a precaution Janet had insisted that she gave up work. She hadn’t wanted too, but had agreed for her health and that of the health of her unborn baby.
Finally her feet managed to stand still as they stopped at a chair. The corridor was silent. But inside the infirmary she heard people hurrying around.
Her head turned slowly at hearing footsteps coming up behind her. Jack stood behind her, trying to gauge her reaction to his next question before he asked it.
“How’s it going?” he asked.
Shelley shook her head as she looked back towards the infirmary.
“They won’t tell me what’s going on! They won’t let me go in.”
The redhead began to shake and tears fell from her eyes, unrelenting.
“I just want to know their okay. I can’t lose them … I can’t.”
Jack reached out, hugging his sister. They soon parted as they heard a soft shuffling of feet behind them.
Shelley smiled, seeing her daughter standing in the corridor. She had long dark hair down to her shoulders and was wearing the cutest pair of glasses. In her hand was a tiny teddy bear. One she’d had since she was a baby herself. Now she was 6 years old and way too smart for her own good.
“Can I see the baby now?” she asked.
Her mom shook her head slowly and kneeled in front of her.
“I’m sorry sweetie but…”
Shelley swallowed hard and looked back at her brother for help in how to tell her. But there was nothing he could say.
“…but we need to stay here for a while until Sam and the baby are ready to see us. I’m sure it won’t be long now.”
“Are they sick, like daddy was?”
Shelley shook her head slowly. More tears followed as she pulled in her daughter for a hug.
“No, angel, no. They’re going to be fine. We just have to wait.”
Jack looked down at his sister and niece. He knew how worried Shelley really was but couldn’t really tell her daughter the truth and that she was scared to death that something was wrong.
He sat on the chairs outside the infirmary with Mia sitting on his knee. Both of them watched as Shelley continue to pace the corridor in frustration.
“Shelley, please sit down, you’re making me nervous.”
“You’re nervous? That’s not your wife in their having your baby.”
“And they say prospective fathers are the worst. They’ve got nothing on you, Shell.”
The redhead managed to force a smile.
“Shelley!” A voice said from behind them.
Jack stood and Shelley turned around to see Janet standing in the doorway of the infirmary.
“You can come in now.” Janet said.
Shelley followed her inside and stopped for a moment to look back. Both her brother and daughter smiled at her as she closed the door behind her.
6 Hours later 12.30am
A small crowed of friends had begun to gather in the corridor next to the infirmary. Mia sat, half asleep on Cassie’s shoulder, not being able to stay awake much longer. From outside they could hear that the time was very close.
Jack and Teal’c paced the corridor outside the infirmary, passing each other by after a few seconds. Mia looked up at them and laughed. They were more nervous than Shelley had been before she’d gone inside.
Jack stopped and looked back as he heard a small cry. They all stood up, looking towards the door. A few moments later, it opened and a tired, happy looking Shelley standing in the doorway.
Her brother waited for a moment, smiling as he saw the expression on her face.
‘It’s…it’s… a girl,’ she spluttered.
Teal’c grinned and Mia jumped off her chair.
‘You can come in now, but only for a few minutes.’
Mia rushed into the infirmary, straight to where her other mommy lay on a bed. Jack pulled her back a little, letting Shelley sit on the edge of the bed.
The redhead couldn’t stop smiling. She sat on the edge of the bed running her hand across Sam’s face. Her eyes looked down at the bundle in her wife’s arms.
‘Guys, I’d like to introduce you to Georgia O’Neill-Carter, our daughter.’
Jack peered at the baby girl’s, baby girl. She had green eyes and blonde hair.
‘I can’t believe it,’ Jack said. ‘She looks like both of you. I guess the Asgaard knew what they were doing! She’s perfect.’
But he was telling them something that they already knew. When they had decided to try and have a baby and they never thought for one moment that their dream would come true. Now here they were parents, with their own child. Their own child, born from both of them.
‘We’ll come back later,’ Jack said, shooing everyone back out into the corridor, even his 6 year old niece.
He closed the door behind them, looking back for a moment, seeing how happy his sister was.
Shelley rested her head against Sam’s, kissing her cheek.
‘She’s so beautiful. I can’t believe she’s ours.’
‘I know,’ Sam said.
Sam turned her head, kissing Shelley softly.
‘She’s so special.’
Tears began to fall down her face. Shelley wiped them away.
‘I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you, Mia and…’
They looked down at their daughter, holding on to each other. They had shared some beautiful moments in their relationship, but never one more beautiful than the day there daughter was born.