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Post by Dean on Oct 24, 2009 18:24:21 GMT -5
"Gwee and ello and owange and stuffs! I do good?" He looked to Dean for approval. Ollie pondered over the offer for a second before nodding. "Milk, pease."
Dean smiled, taking his hand after Cian gave him a big hug. "Yeah, you did good." He nodded, walking out into the hallway with him. "Maybe on our way back from getting you a milk we can stop at the gift shop and pick out a present for your baby sis. Would you like that?" He asked.
It didn't take long to get Oliver a milk, and to grab two coffees while he was at it. Time would be passing slowly, if this birth was anything like Emma's previous one. He looked at his watch, getting lost in his own thoughts.
She was going to die.. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and looking at Ollie, it made it all the more sad. She had just got married, just started the good life. Maybe... maybe her vision was wrong. Maybe it was only a scare? Maybe she wouldn't die.
""All of mine have come true. They're not short and they're not detailed, but Dean, they happen.."
He sighed, wanting to rub at his neck but his hands were full. This was going to be a long hard day. He looked down at Oliver a moment, wondering how he'd take it. Losing his mom, gaining a sister. All in one day? It was a lot to handle for such a young boy.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 24, 2009 18:52:19 GMT -5
Even as she tried to focus on Cian; tried to think about making him happy with this, she couldn't get her vision off of her mind. She wasn't ready to leave yet. The tears came to her eyes again, and she only let them go when the tightness of the contractions raged in her body again. Her throat clenched shut, even though she wanted to scream, veins bulging, every muscle tensing. She wanted to hear something other than the loud screeching of the machine monitoring the contraction's progress.
Oliver looked up at Dean, holding his hand and nodding after Daddy gave him a hug. "Yah," he agreed easily, suddenly thinking about what he was going to get his little sister. What would a big brother get a little sister? What did little sisters like? Maybe she liked lollipops, like he did.
"We get weetle sistah 'olliepop?" he asked Uncle Dean, who looked upset. What was wrong with him?
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 24, 2009 20:26:20 GMT -5
[[OMFG. OLLIE! "Maybe she liked lollipops, like he did." What an awesome big brother. ^^]]
"Emma?" he asked softly. Concern fell over his enthusiasm like a thick blanket snuffing out a flame [[damn. that is one poetic simile if i do say so myself. XD]]. She was crying and something told him it wasn't from physical pain alone. His mouth twisted into a frown as he edged closer to her. "Emma, what is it, love? What can I do?"
He hated being so helpless. His wife was in some kind of pain and he couldn't do anything to ease it. Stroking her cheek, he murmured to her, "I'm right here, love. It's all right. Just tell me what you need."
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Post by Dean on Oct 24, 2009 21:23:09 GMT -5
"We get weetle sistah 'olliepop?"
Dean laughed at that, shaking his head. "She can't eat lollipops just yet, Ollie. Maybe a toy. Like a teddy bear, nice and soft?" He smiled. "She'll be really small, and fragile, so you want to get something she can snuggle upto at night."
He shook his head, still chuckling at the boy's reply as they neared the gift shop. Walking in, he saw a set of balloons on the side. "Wanna get mommy a balloon too?" He asked, looking them over. "Congratulations, it's a girl." He smiled, reading one of them. "How about this one?" He asked, pulling it down to show Ollie.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 24, 2009 21:45:01 GMT -5
His questions came through her ears slurred, and she turned to look at him, tears streaking down the sides of her face, mixing with the sweat that was quickly accumulating. The pulse of the contraction lurched her forward, and she wasn't sure if she was squeezing Cian's hand, or not having the energy to hold it at all. Her teeth gritted against each other and she cried out, the temperature of the room abruptly going sky-high.
Emma wanted to answer Cian, she really did. But nothing would come out. It was only when she was able to catch her breath again that she muttered, "Garbage can."
That idea made Oliver gasp with delight. "Yes! A teddy bear! Yike da one I gots! She yike dat, right, Uckle Dee?" Who didn't like the fur of a teddy bear? He'd get her one with lots of colors, and a bow around his neck. And then he'd give it to her, all by himself.
He poked the balloon, watching it bounce around with a glimmer in his eyes. He smiled. "Yes, dis one," he decided with a final nod. "Joo give bloon, I give teddy," he started reading out instructions.
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 24, 2009 21:54:42 GMT -5
Cian reacted immediately. Spinning on the balls of his feet, he snatched the can and held it out for Emma. Worry creased his brow as he held her hair and stroked her back. Emma had explained it to him of course but that didn't mean he liked that she was still throwing up.
Murmuring soft reassurances to her, he pressed the call button at the side of her bed. A nurse responded promptly and Cian asked her for a bed pan. The nurse obliged but looked confused. Returning with the container she handed it off to Cian before asking, "Is her stomach upset?"
Cian shook his head as he swapped the cumbersome trash bin for the pan. "She's a mutant. Her previous birth was like this as well. Apparently, it's normal." But still scary as fuck.
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Post by Dean on Oct 24, 2009 22:01:09 GMT -5
"Yes! A teddy bear! Yike da one I gots! She yike dat, right, Uckle Dee?"
He nodded, walking over to the teddy bear section. "Right. She'll love that." He smiled. There was a huge selection, from pink to blue, to the usual brown. Some were even multi-colored. "What do you think bud?" He asked, looking them over. "Which one do you think she'd like?"
"Yes, dis one," he decided with a final nod. "Joo give bloon, I give teddy,"
He laughed softly, nodding as he trailed the balloon behind him. "Sounds like a plan." He nodded again. His thoughts went to Emma, as he looked at the clock. "We better hurry, I wanna check on your mommy, make sure she's doing okay."
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 24, 2009 22:10:52 GMT -5
As if on cue, her stomach seemed to twist in sickly knots and she threw up violently into the garbage can the moment it was placed in front of her. Emma tried to focus on the words she heard Cian whispering, hoping to maybe distract her from whatever her body was going through. The pain subsided, and she took the bed pan just in case, eyes drifting to watch the monitor spew out paper that bred only spikes and numbers and graphs.
Already worn, she looked back to Cian and replaced her head on the pillow. "Ow," she sighed as the ending of that contraction.
Without hesitation, Oliver pointed a definite finger at a multicolored teddy bear. It had the ribbon, too--just like he wanted. "Dat one!" he said, jumping on his toes. "She yike dat one. I knows dis."
They got the bear and purchased it, and Ollie held it close, keeping his safe. He didn't want anybody else to touch it but his little sister. And he was going to be the only one to give it to her when she came. "Okey dokies, Uckle Dee," he sang happily, skipping down the hallway back to the room. "I show Mommy da bear, and da bloon, right?"
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 24, 2009 23:26:34 GMT -5
Cian hovered close to Emma, watching as she collapsed against the bed. "How are you, Emma?" he asked quietly. He almost forgot why they were at the hospital. They were having a baby! Holy crap. He put one gentle hand to her protuding abdomen and the other to her cheek. "D'you want some water?" he asked, leaning to kiss her cheek tenderly.
He looked up then, hint of a smile on his lips. "Think Dean kidnapped our son, huh?"
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Post by Dean on Oct 24, 2009 23:31:51 GMT -5
"Dat one!" he said, jumping on his toes. "She yike dat one. I knows dis."
He chuckled. "You know huh?" He said, picking it up and handing it to Oliver. It sure was soft and fuzzy. Like one of those plush toys. He smiled, handing the woman the money. He shook his head, watching Oliver skip down the hall towards Emma's room.
"Okey dokies, Uckle Dee," he sang happily, skipping down the hallway back to the room. "I show Mommy da bear, and da bloon, right?"
He grinned, nodding. "Yup, and then when your sissy comes, you can show her the bear." He smiled, tussling Oliver's hair lightly as they rounded the corner. Giving a soft knock on the door, he walked in.
"Think Dean kidnapped our son, huh?"
"We're back." He smirked, handing Cian a coffee. He laughed softly. "Thought crossed my mind." He joked softly, walking around to the other side of the bed. "How you feelin'?" He asked softly, looking over at the machine. She was having some intense contractions. Nothing like with Oliver, this was way worse.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 24, 2009 23:39:53 GMT -5
Unable to come up with any different answers, she closed her eyes a moment and breathed out, "Hot. Tired. Hurting." How long had it been? Her eyes peeked open to see a clock--maybe forty-five minutes since they left the house. Already she felt like she'd been at this for hours. The lightest of smiles came over her face and she forced a dry chuckle. "Probably. Guess we'll have to take Logan."
Even with his pyrokinesis, his hands on her belly and cheek felt substantially cooler than her own skin. Emma shook her head--no water. Nothing to make her stomach churn.
The door opened, and she smiled to see Oliver and Dean walking in with a balloon and a teddy bear. "Hey," she said hoarsely, sitting up some. "Pretty bear, baby boy. Did you get that for your sister?"
Although he nodded, Oliver put a hand over his nose. It smelled bad in here. "Dah," he answered through his hand. "I picked eet out, Mommy, an' I gonna give to her." He went over to Daddy, sitting the bear on his knee. "Look!"
She looked to Dean, smile fading. "No different than when you left."
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 24, 2009 23:55:13 GMT -5
Cian winced as she described how she felt. He wished he were the empath so he could help her feel better in some way. Instead, he settled for stroking his thumb over her hand soothingly before lifting the hand to pressed a kiss to the back of it. "Just a little but longer though, yeah? Just gotta hold out a little bit longer..." And then Emma would be better and they would have their little girl and everything would be better. Just a little longer.
"Probably. Guess we'll have to take Logan."
He chuckled at that just as Dean entered and Oliver pattered in as well. "S'all right," he directed to Dean. "Y' take Ollie, me and Em just decided we'll steal Logan." As Oliver ran up to him and demanded he look at his (or, rather, Dean's) purchase, he smiled wide. Oliver was completely into the idea of having a baby sister now. "It's the best, Oliver. Great choice, lad." He ruffled the boy's hair, dropping a kiss to his cheek. "You're gonna be the best big brother ever, Ollie." He gave the boy a grin.
Accepting the coffee from Dean, he nodded his thanks and took a sip. He had a feeling they were going to be in for a long night... And poor Emma was going to be doing all o the hard work.
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Post by Dean on Oct 25, 2009 0:27:35 GMT -5
"I picked eet out, Mommy, an' I gonna give to her." He went over to Daddy, sitting the bear on his knee. "Look!"
Dean chuckled softly at Oliver, shaking his head. "He did, there was a large choice too. He just picked it out. Got you this balloon too." He tied it to the end of the bed, moving it for her to read.
"No different than when you left."
"Are you still over-heated?" He asked. He felt like he should do something. Maybe get her some ice, or freeze a washcloth some to cool her down. "I can get you some ice, or a washcloth like I did before?" He asked.
"S'all right," he directed to Dean. "Y' take Ollie, me and Em just decided we'll steal Logan."
Dean smirked, nodding. "Figures you'd want to take my boy." He joked softly, as he sat down, grabbing for Emma's hand. "Think it'll be too much longer?" He asked her, his eyes all knowing. It was a huge burden, knowing Emma was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 0:37:19 GMT -5
"A little" wasn't exactly how she would have described "hours and hours," but she nodded anyway, trying to smile once more for him. Yeah. Just a little bit longer. A brighter smile came over her face when she read the balloon. "You're too much," she coughed, shifting positions again to find the cool spots on the bed.
"Are you still over-heated?"
Again she nodded, bringing some hair out of her eyes and bringing Cian's hand to her face, closing her eyes and wallowing in the immense differences between their body temperatures. "Yeah," she replied sleepily to Dean. "Thank you."
Her other hand was taken by Dean, and she opened her eyes to see his obvious glance, knowing what he was thinking. Emma gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "I don't know." Could last three hours--could last thirteen. She wasn't sure. All she knew was that if this went on, and progressed, at that...fuck, she'd be paralyzed.
Oliver grinned, sitting on Daddy's lap and holding one of Mommy's fingers. "Daddy say I best beeg bruffer ever, Mommy!" he gasped. "Dat good. I do good wiff dis pickin' out teddies an' stuffs." He leaned back into Cian's chest, laughing. "Where leetle sistah, Daddy? Dis takin' for-evah."
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 0:55:43 GMT -5
"I don't know."
Cian nodded, not looking forward to enduring the night. He had a hard enough time watching Emma go through the pain of the pregnancy. How would he deal with the actualy labor. He'd compensate by being sturdier and more solid for Emma. Be strong for her.
"Thanks, Dean," he said softly at his offer to get a cool cloth for her. Using his pyrokinesis, Cian lowered the ambient temperature a bit, especially around Emma.
"Where leetle sistah, Daddy? Dis takin' for-evah."
Cian chuckled softly, rubbing his hand over Oliver's back. "She's coming, Ollie," he told him. "Don't you worry; she's coming."
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Post by Dean on Oct 25, 2009 1:07:10 GMT -5
"Daddy say I best beeg bruffer ever, Mommy!" he gasped. "Dat good. I do good wiff dis pickin' out teddies an' stuffs." He leaned back into Cian's chest, laughing. "Where leetle sistah, Daddy? Dis takin' for-evah."
Dean laughed out loud at that, shaking his head as he went to the bathroom to get a cloth and wet it down. Freezing it slightly, he walked back into the room and placed it over her forehead. "That should help a bit." He told her gently, taking his seat back.
Now, it was a waiting game.
He let out a sigh as he leaned back, closing his eyes. He couldn't imagine a world without Emma. Who would he talk to about things? Cian was a great friend, but he needed Emma just as bad as Emma needed her family. He.. he just couldn't lose her. "Excuse me. I'mma make a call." He stepped out, grabbing his cell from his pocket.
Dialing away, the phone on the other end rang a few before he picked up. "Hello?" "Bobby.." Dean whispered softly. "Dean? Do you know what time it is here boy?" He asked, sounding sleepy. "I'm sorry, but I need some information." He heard a sigh, and some shuffling. "Whatcha need?" "You said some demons made pacts... or contracts.."
There was silence for a long time. "Don't go messin' with shit you don't know, Dean." He told him. "Bobby, if I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. Give me a name." Silence again. "Lilith." "Lilith...?" "She's the contract keeper of hell. But Dean..." "Don't... I need to contact her. How do I do that?" Bobby sighed heavily. "Listen closely..."[/i]
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 1:14:05 GMT -5
It was suddenly much cooler around her, and she looked to Cian with gratitude in her eyes. Now she didn't feel like she was going to combust into flames so soon. The washcloth helped immensely, too, and she let out a great sigh of relief. Though it started to melt on contact, she liked the water to drip down the back of her neck--it helped cool the rest off.
Dean was clearly still troubled, and as he got up, announcing he needed to make a call, she found herself sitting up, eyes wide, washcloth dropping. "Dean, no--" He left anyway. Was he going to call someone else; tell them about her vision? Just because she said Cian couldn't know...fuck! He couldn't tell anyone! And she needed him here, by her...
Realizing her abrupt movements were a bad idea, she slowly lowered herself again, picking up the frozen washcloth and replacing it on her forehead. Shit. Who was he calling out there?
Biting her lip, she smirked at Oliver, nodding. "Yeah, she is," she murmured thoughtfully. A little girl that she'd never hold...
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Post by Cian Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 1:25:27 GMT -5
Emma's sudden movement sent him into action. He put a gentle hand to her shoulders, easing her back down. "Hey, calm," he said. He turned to watch the door close behind Dean, eyebrown raised.
Something was going on. He looked back to his wife. Something that Dean and Emma knew about but he didn't. "What's up?" he asked lightly, meeting her eyes.
She looked so sad after she spoke to Oliver. He touched her collarbone softly as if to soothe her somehow.
[[ahhh, S&S sorry. didn't have much to say, though.]]
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Post by Dean on Oct 25, 2009 1:38:49 GMT -5
Dean turned, looking in on them from the small window in the door as he held the cell to his ear. "That's all? I just say that, and she'll show?" He asked. "Yes, but Dean... what's going on?" Dean chewed on his inner cheek. "Someone I love very much is going to die. I'm going to stop it, and nothing you can say will stop me Bobby."
"Please... Dean... You don't know what you're doing."
He shook his head. "I'll be fine Bobby. I promise." He sighed. "Look, I gotta go. I'll call you after, I swear." He smiled softly. "Hey-- Bobby." He added quickly. "Yeah, kid?" Dean smiled. "Thanks... for being there for me. Even when I didn't want you to be. Your like a second dad to me, and I... I just wanted to tell you that." He hung up before Bobby could reply, pushing the door open and stepping back in.
"Sorry.. Just wanted to hear Logan's voice." He lied easily. There was no strain in his voice, no sign of his lie. He smiled softly to Emma, letting her know her secret was safe with him. "You okay?"
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Oct 25, 2009 1:44:33 GMT -5
Cian's reaction made her sigh, and she nodded, putting a hand on the washcloth to keep it there, and in the hopes that maybe it would help her headache. "I'm worked up," she answered him, and it wasn't a lie. "I just...I'm not as calm as I should be. I'm sorry." She didn't want to cause him any unneccessary alarm. He had to be happy.
Emma kept her eyes on Dean when he came into the room, but she didn't smile back. He'd told somebody. Letting out a short huff, she nodded. "Yeah. Fine." Fucking went and told somebody...
Calm, Em, calm. Remember calm.
It was hard with her stomach turning like that. She looked at the ceiling, breathing hard but shallow.
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