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Topic Started: Mar 6 2014, 03:01 AM (575 Views)
Wolfsbane
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Timeframe: March 2nd, @ 8 am
Location: Medical Center/Infirmary

JP w/ Werewolf


At precisely 2:48 on Sunday morning, Rahne Russell startled awake, trying to jump up to a seated position on reflex and failing at it. Something felt different. Like a sudden release of pressure and... Something...

Eyes flew wide open. This was it. It had to be. Unless she had suddenly lost control of herself... no. This was it.

Her right hand fell heavily on Jack's shoulder, pushing him urgently and almost in a panic.
"Jack. Wake up. Jack wake up wake up wake up. We have to go. Now. Jack, I think muh water broke ye have to wake up."


For the first time in almost a month Jack was dreaming, his mind’s eye filled with the vision of an impossibly bright and green forest as he followed the wayward path of the stag.

Changed, he ran through the brush, churning the earth with his talons. He had been tracking the elusive deer for many years, and now that he had found it, Jack was not about to let it get away, crashing through grass, brush, and trees to follow the flicker of its hooves. The feral followed the stag to a clearing where it already waited, silhouetted by the rays of early morning light.

Jack growled, baring his teeth, and the stag returned the favor, opening its mouth and braying,”Jack!"

Stunned, the wolfen man in question skidded to a stop, cocking his head to one side as the stag called his name again. The creature lurched forward in his moment of pause and caught the shapeshifter in a net of antlers, the bony protrusions jabbing him at every angle before Jack was thrown to the ground. He landed hard on his shoulder and the forest and its filtered sunlight spiraled, spinning out into ripples that swallowed the stag whole.

“Guh!” Jack bolted upright with a gasp, the paradise in his mind falling away and revealing the darkness of the cabin he shared with his wife, and she too was wide awake, clutching at his shoulder and mumbling frantically. Jack wearily blinked away the remnants of deep sleep, slowly putting the syllables of Rahne’s Scottish brogue into words before he could make sense of it.

The baby was coming.

“Shit!” Jack was instantly in motion, rolling from the bed so quickly he narrowly avoided crashing into the nightstand. Pacing the room clad only in a pair of cotton drawstring pants, the feral man rambled incessantly, darting one way upon remembering one thing and back again when he recalled another.

“Keys! I need.. no.. stupid we don’t have to drive there—overnight bag! Did we pack one? …where is it?” He turned to inspect the dim interior of the room before blurting out,”Pants!”

In the dark there was a moment of shuffling as Jack patted himself down before sheepishly adding,”Uhm.. nevermind.. already got that covered.”

His outburst of panic had lost its edge, but Jack’s heart was still hammering. He had spent hours quietly pondering this moment, envisioning himself as a pillar of strength and serenity for his wife’s sake. When their son was old enough, Jack wanted to be able to recount this day with pride, how Gregory’s mother and father approached the situation of his birth with a steady hand and took control.

“Fuck it,” the feral man growled to himself, dispelling all the fantasies of planning and perfection with a sharp shake of his head. He snatched up the floral duvet folded over the foot of the bed, hoping that whomever gifted it to them for their wedding would never know what he was about to do with it, and wrapped it around Rahne, cocooning her in his arms. “I’ll get your things.. but.. later,” he gasped, stopping only to briefly kiss her on the brow.

From there, Jack was a being of pure motion, accelerated by his own adrenaline crashing through their small home with no delicacy, but shielding his wife and soon to be born child from harm. In one moment he was human and stumbling through the foyer, and in the next he was a wolf, running up the path to the mansion.

She felt strange. She was expecting pain, but she was just feeling... odd instead. Panicked - well, perhaps more accurately nervous. Heart racing, breath quick and shallow as Jack scooped her up into rapidly transforming arms and stumbled around their cabin to get her out. She held on to him, arms wrapped around his neck, face buried into his shoulder as he rushed towards the school. Even in the panicked state he was in, the mad rush to get to the infirmary, his scent was a comfort. Was an anchor and kept her from getting too upset herself. For that she was grateful. He was always there for her, to support her when she needed it.

And now it was finally happening. They were finally at the moment. It was frightening, it was exciting. Ready or not, here he came. The moment was finally here.

***

That was over five hours ago, and clearly, the moment had not quite been there yet, and by now the situation had changed. Sounds mixed between human and canine whimpers of pain emanated from the room. The pain was horrific, even dulled by an epidural. If she had sweat glands in her canid form, she'd be covered in it. Growling breaths hissed out between grit teeth when she wasn't letting loose yelps of pain.

Gregory Kirk Russell was making his way out into the world, and his mother was in agony getting him out there.
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Avery
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The hour at which Rahne's labour pains started was too early, even for Avery's liking. She have been stirred from her slumber in the wee hours in the morning before even the sun was up. Yet she bolted up out of bed when she was called upon and was there for her dear friends as soon as she was able. Injuries had kept her from assisting with Marrow's child birth and she regretted that. Marrow's baby was one of the most darling things and she wished she could have been there. Nothing was going to keep her from Rahne's.

She assisted with the birth Every step of the way. It was her first after all, and while she was medically prepared for it, had read up on the delivery many times and watched far too many videos, nothing could truly ready for the experience. Beside's Jack and of course their dear doctor, she had been by Rahne's side for whatever she needed. Water, words of encouragement before she readied her (and Jack) for every contraction and push, helping with the epidural insertion, towelling her brow, everything that a good nurse should. She remembered to speak soothingly to Rahne, for the poor dear was still feeling intense pain and one hour just kept running into the next, she needed to feel as calm as the birthing would allow. Let's be honest here, Avery fussed to keep her as comfortable as possible half because her growls and yelps of pain were getting rather frightening.

Then finally little Greg decided he would make his appearance and it was like nothing she had ever seen before. The video's and shows on TLC did not justice. That tiny creature taking his first breath who minutes ago was not there…it was amazing. Sure his sounds were a little different than a humans baby's cries but was just as heart melting. Measurements were quickly taken, checks were made to ensure he was healthy and moments later he had been handed to his mother for those curtail moments of bonding time. With that she left Rahne and Jack alone to enjoy their first moments with their perfect little bundle of joy.

Once she felt it was time to intrude she returned with a small cart. A smile shone bright on the nurse's face as she looked to Rahne. "How're we feeling, dear? Hungry maybe?"

The cart's top held what was clearly a covered breakfast for Rahne with your typical tea, juice, oatmeal, muffin, egg, toast, milk and fruit. Plus she had added a little extra incase Jack was hungry, plus a coffee. After all, during the dilating and labour, Rahne wasn't allowed to have anything but a bit of water. Certainly she was a little hungry by now and even if she wasn't she would be encouraged to eat a little. Pushing out a baby took a lot of energy and nursing one took even more.

"I've got some other things here," She motioned to the shelves on the cart. "Receiving blankets, some bottles of formulae and bottles for if/when you're too tire, diapers, a fresh gown and forever whenever you're ready…towel and shower supplies." Avery was certain though she still would be beat, a shower would make her feel ten time better.

"Can I see him?" She asked, peeking to see if the wee baby mutant was truly asleep or just being quiet. Violet eyes flickered between Rahne and Jack before she nearly whispered. "Can…..can I hold him?"
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Hank McCoy
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What a morning.

No, really.

Henry McCoy hadn't really slept, you see, a fact he'd quite regret, given it was eight AM on a school day. But his first class on Mondays wasn't until noon. He'd have time to grab at least a few hours of shut-eye.

In the past three days he'd been blazing madcap through a series of books that, despite their youthful aims, had fully captured his imagination in a way fiction hadn't done in several years. Divergent they called. A tale of dystopian society thrown into disarray and war. An age old story told in a decently captivating way. It was junky pop fiction, but it was honest and, in parts, somewhat clever. But mostly junky pop fiction. Oh well. He liked what he liked.

Fifty pages away from the ending of the second book, sleep a not-to-distant prospect, he'd gotten a page. A very important page.

He was needed in Medical.

"Oh, dear." He'd almost instinctually come to think. "Who now?" He thought, springing across the room to put on proper pants and a shirt. "What now?" He thought.

So often in this terrifying day and age, a page to medical was about something terrible. Some horrible, terrible coming of fate that would take someone dear, or irrevocably batter someone's life, or any combination of terrible and loathsome factors that he didn't relish thinking about. But that wasn't the case here, he'd come to find.

No, upon further speaking with the morning crew on his way to the infirmary, he'd discovered that those sudden knee-jerks of fear had been unbased. This wasn't some terrible ramification of the social war between human and mutant extremists, this wasn't the outcome of some insane plan for world takeover brought to their doorstep. This was scary, but wonderful.

"Deep Breaths, Rahne!"

"Brace!"

"Someone get Jack a bottle of water!"

"One last Push!"


Joyful Noise. A child. Not death but life, in its most raw, purest form. Innocence in flesh and wailing cries of existence.

Congratulations were in order. Happy times abound, but Hank was, well, exhausted. He'd taken care of those initial tests, either himself or through delegation, and taken the opportunity to get himself a few minutes' worth of power napping in.

When he stepped back into the room, it was with a clipboard in hand, and a tired but honest smile on his mug of a face, which despite its hirsute nature, still managed to carry the look of what, to Henry McCoy, accounted for disheveled five o'clock shadow. Despite that tiredness, his smile was warm as he watched Avery converse with the newly-made mother.

"Not to, er, interrupt, ladies, but some of the initial tests are back and all signs point to a healthy, happy, baby boy."

He adjusted his spectacles eyeballing marks on paper before looking to Rahne. "You did very well Rahne, and I took the liberty of calling Moira." His eyes crossed then to Jack. "You too. Congratulations." He said, offering a open hand, knowing he likely wouldn't have kept his cool half so well.
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The hours of labor had undone them all into weariness. At one moment, Jack thought he could maintain a transitional state to prevent Rahne from cracking the bones in his hand, but the vicious squeezes between his wife's cries of pain unraveled his focus, and thus he stood at her side with one arm fully transformed. Although Jack managed to forgo any physical pain from that point on, it was difficult to emotionally bear how much agony his mate was going through.

Yet, despite it all, the early hour, the shock and surprise, the grueling labor, Jack knew it was worth it the moment he heard their son's first cry--Gregory Russell was born, bringing to circle the natural family Jack had always wanted.

He waited anxiously but patiently as Avery and Hank did their work, recording every worthy notation and taking a few samples to be sure all was well. Rahne was the first to hold him, naturally, but she had carried their son already for five months, and there was someone that Greg had yet to know.

When Rahne handed Jack the tiny bundle of their child, he could hardly help himself but gaze in awe at what they had made together. He traced the curve of his son's face with the pad of his thumb.

"He's... he's so small," Jack marveled at a whisper. He swallowed thickly, overcome with raw emotion. He held Greg a little closer, adding even more softly,"Hi... I'm.. your dad."

Covered in a generous downy coat of chestnut fur, Gregory bore a fair mix of his parents as far as coloring, but when his eyes fluttered open against the call of sleep they radiated a brilliant, glowing gold. He resembled a human infant only in basic physiology, his plump arms and legs ending in padded fingers and toes with tiny pointed claws. His face drew to a point, dotted with a black nose the size of a button, twitching in the throes of slumber like the tips of his tufted ears.

Even if they had never known what they were getting into—their son was still beautiful.

Although Greg hardly spanned more than the width of his father's hands in length, Jack refused to relinquish one from holding the swaddled infant against his chest to brush at the moisture brimming in his eyes.

Can…..can I hold him?

Jack sniffed, blinking as Avery pulled him from his reverie. He looked to his wife for reassurance, but as the woman had been an assistant to their son's birth the answer was already certain.

"Yeah.. sure.. I mean.. of course--yeah." Jack stepped carefully around the end of Rahne's bed, moving closer to Avery until there was scarcely a foot between them as he gently transferred Gregory from his arms to hers. He bit his own tongue to prevent further instruction on his part, knowing by now that their nurse would comprehend the proper handling of a baby.

Unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of his newborn son, Jack shook Hank's hand with a distant expression, then edging backwards to stoop and give Rahne a kiss.

"You're amazing..," Jack murmured as he took her hand, still reeling from the presence of their new reality.
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The past several hours had been awful - horrendous, even. The pain she had endured through the ordeal had been awful, and she was not at all eager to go through it again any time soon. She lay in the bed exhausted, breath coming out in sharp pants, head straining up to see as they took him away, to clean him up. Nothing else mattered at that moment. Not the pain, not the exhaustion, not even the pain she had unwittingly inflicted upon her husband. She wanted to see -

And there he was. In that moment, it all went away. She was as alert as she could possibly be, taking in every single detail of her child. Her son. Her baby boy. His scent permeated her nostrils, penetrated deep into the recesses of her memory. The way he felt in her arms, soft and delicate and tiny. The tiny eyes that peeped open now that he had calmed down a bit and had stopped crying.

"Hullo, Gregory," she whispered, her voice a bit more hoarse than she had hoped it would have been. Lovely way for a newborn to hear his mother's voice for the first time. Scratchy and raw, burnt out from the labor. But that didn't matter. She gently stroked her fingertips across the top of his head, stroking backwards. He was so soft. He was beautiful. She realized that everybody said that about their baby, everybody felt that about their own child, but this was true. She and Jack... they had made a gorgeous, beautiful, perfect baby boy.

He let out a squeak of a peep at his mother's touch, and she was entranced at the sound of it. Yes, she had heard his wailing before, moments before, but this was different. This was... well, she didn't know what the sound meant, to be honest, but it was her son's voice.

She looked up to Jack with a weary smile and a nod of her head as he reached in to take his turn. Jack Russell, who was so certain that he couldn't do this. Who was so sure that something as small and fragile as a newborn would be utterly destroyed in his grasp, was holding his son for the first time, and he was a natural at it.

It was a wondrous sight to see. A miracle in and of itself, really. They had done it. Some would argue that Rahne did all the work, but Jack was there every step of the way. Despite his fears, despite his inhibitions, he threw himself headlong into fatherhood, and look at him - he was a natural. They were going to be just fine, she knew it.

She had hardly noticed until the tray was practically upon her that Avery had come to provide her and Jack with some breakfast, and her with something to clean herself up with.

"Oh... oh muh goodness, Avery, you... oh, thank ye so much..." she was exhausted, but she was starving. Avery too, had been by her side this whole time. Encouraging her through it, helping her along. Rahne felt very fortunate that she had someone like Avery in her life - that both of them did, really. She was as much a part of this family, as far as Rahne was concerned, as if she had been born into it. Even still, she understood Jack's reluctance to hand the baby over to Avery. He was so perfect, she had been reluctant to hand him over to Jack.

But she needed to eat, and so grabbed a fork and shoveled a forkful of eggs into her mouth. Never before had eggs tasted so good.

"Och, Avery, a shower sounds fantastic, but I'm nae so certain I can..." she trailed off as Hank stepped in. Not to interrupt but the tests came back? Her eyes immediately went wide. Was something wrong? Was something wrong with their child? A blood disorder, a genetic disease, a...

She let the breath she had subconsciously held out in a relieved sigh. Healthy. Perfectly healthy. Thank God for that.
"Och, thank ye so much f'r bein' here, Hank - sorry we woke ye up," she said with a sheepish smile.

She took Jack's hand as he came to her side, meeting his kiss halfway.
"I'm exhausted, sore, an' kinda gross, but I'll take 'amazing'," she said, glancing over at Avery as she held their baby.

"You be nice t' yuir auntie Avery over there!" she called out. And then her eyes were back on Jack. "I'm beginnin' t' think I'm the luckiest woman in the world. Two beautiful guys all t' muhself. Thanks, Jack. F'r everything."
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Cypher
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In less then twenty four hours he'd be a year older, a year wiser some would say though Doug did not equate age with wisdom if anything being a year older made him feel more foolish. He was closing in on those infinite numbers; 25, 30 then 4o then 50. He was getting to that point when you could no longer count on your age to cover the mistakes of your inexperience. Tomorrow some of his friends would congratulate him, maybe treat him with a cake and well wishes. There would be less a fuss this year then in the ones past. They expected Layla to cover the lion's share of such festivities though Doug knew Layla could not be less occupied nor could he be less inclined for her to be so. He wanted to spend this last birthday before the dreaded twenty five with the people who actually meant the most to him, Kitty and Rahne and Sam and the others. He wanted as less fuss as possibly and he prepared to tell them as much. No party, no balloons or songs, just simple reflection that was it. If this was going to be his last year before his last years he was going to march into it with his eyes open and it was hard to do that wearing a party hat on your head.

First person on his no party list was Rahne. On most occasions he knew she'd be less receptive to his intention to just let his birthday come and pass with no recognition, but Rahne was large with child and just getting around anymore took a lot of effort. She needed to be focusing on herself and her baby on the way and Doug was sure she'd be grateful for the reprieve from friendly obligations. It was only after he made his way to the small cottage that Rahne shared with her husband Jack then any real clue that anything was going on hit him. The place looked untidy, as though the inhabitants had left in a hurry, something very unlike Rahne. As long as he had known his friend she had been meticulous about herself and her place for her to just up and leave like this

Must have took a pretty good reason. Doug thought and then he was off running as fast a s he could back to the school, barreling past students getting up headed around. He busted into his room, panting, grabbed the duffel bag he'd packed and stored under his bed for just this occasion and then never stopping he was back out running again.

When he finally made it to the infirmary he was completely out of breath.

"I-I" he panted "I'm he-here. Ju-just give me a second"

He bent over at the waist feeling the world keel and spin and then right itself.

"Okay Okay that's better. Okay i've got everything we need for the long haul."

"Doug." he heard someone say but he continued.

"Dvds, Books, some holistic medicine things about breathing, something about chakras I really don't know what you do but it's this sticks that you wave around it's supposed to clear away the bad energy so the baby can be born in a clean.."

"Doug?"

"Some long gloves. One of those Dexter aprons in case things get gooey like typical goo not Ghostbuster style goo. It won't get Ghostbuster bad will it?"

"Doug!" the voice yelled out again finally getting his attention from the bag that he stood over pulling stuff out of and directing his attention to Rahne and her beautiful, crying, perfectly present son.

"Aww." Doug said unable to hid the disappointment in his voice.

"I missed it. And i even got this new HD camera too to record the whole thing too. Maybe we can just act it out again and I can go in and add the effects later with Cgi?"

"Kidding!" he said catching the look from the others. "Kidding."

"Okay. Okay let me see! Enough hogging the baby. First time godparent here! I wanna see my little charge." He pushed into the small gathered group and squared down next to Rahne's side

Doug looked from the baby to his mother and beamed.

"He's perfect Rahne. You've done good pal. Real good, You too Jack! and you didn't even need the chakra sticks! Just promise me you guys aren't going to do anything weird and like eat the placenta. I just don't think my gross out tolerance can take it."

"Kidding." he said again. "I make the jokes people with the funnies."
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The call from Hank had come and Moira was thankful for her early to rise policy. Not necessarily early to bed, as sometimes, science doesn't sleep, but definitely early to rise. This was it. The moment was here and Moira McTaggert, pioneer in the field of advanced post-human genetics, front runner in mutant-human relations, was about to embark once again into new, unfamiliar territory. She was going to be a grandma.

Not just a grandma, though. Grandma to a very mutant child. How would that work? She'd seen the ultrasounds. Greg was going to be born visibly mutated. A little wolf child. He would likely be stronger than grandma, faster and possessed of instincts and urges that were foreign to her. Would he even recognize her as family? Would he see her as anything other than an outsider?

Hell. It didn't matter. He was going to be her grandson, and it didn't matter if she was human and he wasn't. And she was going to grandma the hell out of this baby. The drive over from Mutant Town to Xavier's was not too terribly long. She was going as quickly as she was legally allowed to, and it was early enough in the morning that traffic hadn't gotten too heavy yet. She was going to make it, she was going to be there for her daughter and son-in-law on the most important day of their life together. Didn't matter if she was late, she'd be there.

Her security pass codes held true as she requested and received access to the school. Their systems knew her well at this point. And this was a special occasion. Not everyday a woman makes the transition from just a mother to a grandmother, after all.

"I'm here! I'm here!" She announced after making her way through the school, down the elevator, into the infirmary section, where it was rather clear from the gathering of people that the miracle had already taken place. One of the nurses guided Moira over, and as she saw the little baby held in Avery's arms, her heart melted a little bit.

"Ohhhhhh, lookit the precious wee bairn! He's a looker, isn't he?" Her smile was wide, her fingers twitched a bit. "Hullo, ye wee darling. Och, lookit that. Rahne, Jack, he's beautiful!"

She nodded to Doug, the smile on her face refusing to lessen any. She was glad he was here. He had been a part of their little family since the Muir Island days, and while he was unable to attend the wedding, having him here now was good in making up for it. She placed a hand on Doug's shoulder and squeezed lightly.

Avery had the baby, Jack and Rahne had each other and both looked ready to collapse at any moment, so she walked over to Hank's side and touched his arm gently.
"I take it preliminary tests have come back clean, aye? He's healthy? He's good? Anythin' wrong, ye let me know an' I'll get right to work fixin' it."
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Avery understood the reluctance of handing over your new born baby. Perhaps Jack was merely caught it the moment, but she had read of new mothers who refused to let anyone hold for their babies but themselves. It was a sort of instinct, as she understood, as in nature the mother does not let anything between her and the baby. Perhaps Jack has such instincts too, or feelings of anxiety that Avery was no aware of. Regardless of either, he put much faith in her and carefully placed the newborn in her arms. Gently she held him, supporting his soft head in the crook of her arms. How big her violet eyes must have seemed looking down at him.

From her bed Rahne had thanked her for her breakfast and the few necessities she brought, before chiding baby Greg to be nice to his auntie. The words gave her the warm fuzzies and she looked up to smile at the pair. "Auntie Avery….it has a lovely alliterated ring to it, eh?" Carefully she adjusted his swaddling blanket and retrained herself from caressing his sweet little cheek. There would be tons of time to snuggle and touch him when he was a bit older.

"Bun venit în lumea, Gregory. Sunteţi o parte din clanul meu ca EU sunt o parte a ta. Nu vei mai fi niciodată fără familia" Avery spoke to him softly almost lyrically in perfect Roma. Welcome to the World, Gregory. You are a part of my clan as I am a part of yours. You will never be without family.

"He's so cute. Look at his little nose….oh and his eyes." Avery gushed, though she kept her voice low as not to startle the thing. Little Gregory was an adorable combination of baby and puppy that resulted in a double whammy of cuteness. "You two made such a beautiful baby."

"Oh and that new baby smell." She murmured. Granted all this might change once he got a bit older, but for now he was a little treasure.

Could it be that she was getting a touch of the baby fever? It was quite possible that with this second newborn around the mansion that she'd want to get in the mommy train, but first she needed to get thing in the right (or her own preferred, rather) order. She was still young and there was lots of time for baby making later…especially when it was revealed that twins were in her future. She had to be absolutely sure she was ready. So for now, being an honorary aunt was good and enough.

Hank returned to the room to reveal that all the results from the initial tests came back normal, which was wonderful news. Avery smiled at him as she held baby Greg, thankful that he had taken the helm in the delivery. While Avery had been trained and well versed, she was no confident she would be able to do it without him. It wasn't long after that announcement that Doug and Moria arrived.

Doug with the usual rambling and silly jokes that she had come to grow fond of. He was so excited to be a godfather and seemed all a tizzy. At least he had remembered to bring a camera…even if he was a wee bit late for the birth. Beside her Moria gushed over the baby as grandmothers do. Oh she was so proud, she could see it beaming from her. And while normally she would've passed the baby onto her Doug was rather anxious for his turn.

Looking to both Rahne and Jack, who were both tired and hungry and had no objections she moved to Doug. "Here Doug, dear." She slowly nestled the baby into his arms, being sure that the baby was properly put there first. The parents might not have fussed to be sure Avery held him correctly, she had no problem doing it to Doug. Not that he needed any help. She merely adjusted his arms slightly and fixed his blankets in the move. "There, all snug."

Best they all take a short turn before he would want to be returned to mommy for a feeding. So instead she moved to Hank's to look over his results, more to give the little family some space than anything. Violet eyes flickered to Moria who stood on the other side of him.

"So what did you decide on calling yourself, you know as a grandmother? Scot's don't have any special names for it, do they?" She asked, honestly unsure if they had. The minty nurse nudged the dear doctor good naturally with a small smirk. "What about you? You'll be a granddad too someday soon."
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There was a lot going on in the little room, alongside the advent arrival of two more near and dear to the darling parent couple, there was finnicking and passing of babies in a jovial manner. Henry McCoy, he always felt a little odd, holding a child. His hands so big, so well suited to tearing and crushing and breaking, always looked juxtaposed for artistic philosophizing when trusted with something so wholly precious and innocent as newborn life.

And yet, it was all very dear just the same.

Somewhere in the aftermath of Doug Ramsey's chuckle-inducing, harried and mad scramble to hyuck and canoodle his way through his own somewhat spastic spell of baby nerves, Moira worked her way over to him, asiding about all the things a scientist of her nature and caliber would, this time with an added hint of familial concern. Hank turned to her, eyes edging over the rim of his glasses as a warm grin cracked his expression. "All the right toes in all the right places, and not a pair of genes out of stitch, if you'll forgive the pun."

He wouldn't want to salt Doug's game, of course.

And the merrymaking continued even as the remote members of this new family seemed to slide ever closer to the edge of the room in the interest of giving Mother and Father time with son. Avery asked Moira about titles and then joked with him, to which he offered a single squinting eye and a playful shake of the fist, as if to say "Grandparent is an old person word, don't put that on me yet."

But in the end, he gave the green-skinned girl a simple shrugging roll of his shoulder. "I'm thinking I'll paint that sign when I get to the crossroad."

Turning back to the others he gave a low hum before continuing. "Mayhaps those of us not immediately connected should venture to yon eatery. Give them some quiet time and we can come back in a bit to do whatever followups we still need to do."
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Doug felt the weight of the baby as Avery handed the bundle to him. It was strange, how something could be so small and so big all at the same time. He was a tiny thing; tiny hands, tiny feet. But his presence took up the entire room, perhaps the entire Institute in this glorious moment. Though Gregory Russell was pink and scrunched, Doug thought he could see some of Rahne in him. If he was lucky, he'd get half his mother's grace and class-even that would be more than most had.

" I've always had this irrational fear of holding babies-like I'm gonna drop them or something. And then, while I'm trying to pick them up, I'll step on them." He shrugged, rocking the child back and forth in his arms. "I guess now wasn't the best time to mention that."

Doug looked down at Gregory, watching his little chest rise and fall in short shallow baby breathes.He was new to this world, and it was obvious in the way he moved. Body language was something Doug understood very well, and the way Gregory's hands stretched, testing their limits, the way he kicked against the blanket he had been wrapped in, they screamed of wonder and newborn delight.

He looked up at Doug and cooed. It was a soft sweet sound, and to anyone else in the world, it would have been gibberish. Doug wasn't anybody though. He could understand everything; including this.

He swore, at that moment, that he would never forsake this little guy. His godson would know what it meant to be have him in his life. A sense of responsibility exploded in Doug as he looked down at the baby, as he realized that he, Doug Ramsey, would be the first person in the entire world that this little guy would ever talk to- and be understood.

Doug made a similar sound, grinned, and looked up at the surrounding mutants.

"He said he wants his name to be Captain Conan Thunderstruck."

The baby cooed again.

"Oh right, sorry," Doug said. "Captain Conan Thunderstruck the Third."

Doug shrugged. "Kids."
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Moira breathed a sigh of relief, shaking her head as Hank shut down her fears and concerns. She couldn't help but be worried, as for one thing, she knew pretty well how tricky births could be. How dangerous too. But for the most part, her concern arose from the fact that that fuzzy little baby boy in Doug Ramsey's arms was her grandson. And that woman laying in the hospital bed, exhausted and sore, was her daughter, adopted or no. And then man by that woman's side, the steadfast pillar of support, was her son-in-law. The stakes had never been more personal.

"I'd suppose the combined recuperative powers of both mother an' father would likely combine into the offspring, thus aggressively correctin' any potential abnormalities in said offspring shortly after fertilization..." Moira couldn't help but theorize. She was a grandmother now, sure, but before that she was a geneticist with a special interest and talent for mutant genetics.

But then came Avery's question. Moira frowned slightly, as it wasn't something she'd quite considered yet.
"Well, Miss Doyle, t' be entirely honest, I'd nae really even considered-"

"Nana!" Rahne called out from the bed, smiling wearily.

"I beg yuir pardon?" Moira asked teasingly, folding her arms at her chest.

"Ye'll be Nana Moira," Rahne nodded her head affirmatively. "Sounds right."

"Well, there we have it," Moira said with a laugh and a shrug of her shoulders. "I'm Nana Moira.

Moira's eyes roved over to Doug as he claimed to have Greg's first request, and it did seem like perhaps there was some conversation going on there. But Doug's claim seemed silly, and Moira glanced back to Rahne.

"Under no circumstances," Rahne said. "Doug, ye're bein' silly."

"Anyway, I think Henry's got a rather splendid idea there," Moira said as she placed a hand on the doctor's large, blue-furred shoulder. "Let's give the three of 'em some time alone. Ye've still got that particularly lovely Kona coffee? I quite liked that stuff last time I was here."
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The news of their son's birth had quickly spread, and the room grew crowded as a breathless Moira and Doug were added to the mix, each marveling over Gregory from his ears down to his toes. But the present company quickly realized that these first precious moments should belong to the mother and father, and they cleared out as quickly as they came, leaving Jack to acquire his son before Doug renamed him.

"Here, I'll.. I'll take him," Jack ventured, holding out his arms for his son as he took the swaddled infant from the omnilinguist.

The room finally quiet once more, the infant werewolf began to nod off from lack of excitement, and Jack could only stand in place and watch, equally as enraptured by his son as all the others had been. Tenderly, he touched Greg's nose with the tip of his finger. Greg sleepily grabbed for it up to the first joint, his own tiny furred digits grasping tightly. In that moment Jack knew with every fiber of his being that his now small and delicate son would grow into a powerful man one day. He would need guidance on how to control himself, and compassion instilled in him to protect others; Jack had transcended to a place in his life where he was now the teacher of those things.

His own father, through no fault of his own, had been unable to advise him, but Gregor Russoff's absence had not painted an ill picture in Jack's mind. From what the feral man could recall, his father was a wonderful and kind man, and no amount of conjecture would ever have imagined him as equally dangerous and terrible. Despite the circumstances in his death, Gregor's grandson would be his legacy now, taking on his name and extending the Russoff bloodline to another generation even as the family tree grew smaller and smaller of branches.

I wish Lissa were here. Jack thought bitterly, his heart even in its pure joy giving a twinge. He cradled his sleeping son and kissed Greg's brow, swallowing back any negative feelings. You may not have all the family you should... but you have us. That's all you need.

Outwardly he smiled, turning back to his bedridden wife and delicately passing their son to her. When he was sure Greg was safety nestled into Rahne's arms, Jack paused to sit beside her and reached to tuck a strand of her red hair behind a pointed ear. He could hardly believe his own fortune even when it was right in front of him--a beautiful wife and a beautiful son.

"You thanked me.. and I should be thanking you.," he remarked. "I mean uhm.. well I helped, but you did all the work." Jack quirked his brows sheepishly, one hand coming to rest on her arm and another cradling Greg's head.

"You gave me him. This. Us. The only thing I ever wanted my whole life was a complete family and now I...," he trailed, swallowing thickly, smiling despite the tears brimming in his eyes,"...and now I have one."
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