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build a home with our roots; ;Rahne
Topic Started: Mar 24 2014, 12:05 AM (137 Views)
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March 4th
10:00 am

It was strange how some things in life could drastically change one's perspective. Micah had gained and lost so much in a span of six months--friends, income, celebrity status--that he was hardly sure in this point in time if he had actually broken even. And yet, when there was an occurrence so magnificent as a birth everything that he had suffered through seemed to pale in comparison. For now, he was able to forget the burned bridges and fame and fortune lost, and so dressed in his combat uniform and toting an old H&M shopping bag laden with some small gifts, Micah was on his way to visit Miss Rahne and her two day old son before his training session with Terry.

Happy and humming, Micah stepped into the lift and pressed the button that would take him to the lower levels where the infirmary resided. Rahne had helped him so much in a dark place, and Micah felt that the least he could do was grace the feral woman and her baby with his presence and provide some offerings of thanks.

After exiting the lift at his intended level, the Scotsman entered the infirmary with only a fraction of his normal bravado after he observed how quiet the room was, making a straight beeline for the new mother in her bed, greeting her with a sparkling smile,"Miss Rahne! How's it t'be a mummy? Where's the wee bairn, eh?"

He eagerly looked to the bassinet nearby and crept towards it, biting his own tongue to keep from making too much of a racket.

"Ach!" Micah gasped in awe as he saw Greg, not allowing his voice to rise in octave to keep the tiny werewolf baby from being startled. "Lookit his wee fingers an' toes. He'd fit right inter m'hand he would--so tiny."

The sleepy flutter of Greg's golden eyes made Micah grin, wiggling a few fingers in the infant's direction before he beamed at Rahne.

"He's got yer eyes."

Not forgetting that he was bearing presents, Micah held up the 'gift bag' with excitement. "I told m'mum on the phone that yer were havin' a lil boy an' she sent me some stuff in th'post. Didnae have any wrappin' paper, so this'll have t'do." He pulled up a chair next to Rahne's bedside and sat down; eagerly rustling around inside the old shopping bag he withdrew a brightly decorated sweets tin, the masking tape seal around the edge already previously broken.

"Dinnae worry I didn' nick anythin'," he grinned with a wink as he held the metal container out to Rahne,"Just checked it ter make sure it was awrite. They're shortbread--my great gran's recipe. Like Walker's, ken? But loads better. Oh an' one more thing..."

Truly grinning from ear to ear, Micah held up a tiny sweater knit from a thick yellow-gold yarn before he emphatically declared,"It's a wee jumper! Ain't tha' the most barry thing yer ever did see? Ach, he'll prolly outgrow it in a min but that's why we take pictures, aye?"
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Day three in the catacombs. At this point, Rahne was ready to go home. She was pretty certain that she and Greg were in perfectly good condition, no sudden health issues were going to flare up - it had to be all good here. And then they could go home. To her own bed, and maybe she'd be able to get a bit of actually restful sleep. Wishful thinking, sure, but the hospital bed just wasn't her bed, and surely that must have been why it was so hard to get to sleep right. It didn't have hers and Jack's scents embedded into it, didn't have that particular degree of plush she had gotten used to.

So she had gotten a bit stir-crazy. She wanted out of here, and she was beginning to think Greg was feeling the same way. Now that he had been out for a bit, had rested for a while, he was having some more spurts of energy. Thrashing his limbs about, kicking out a bit... he had already scratched Rahne pretty good on the shoulder, a scratch which was mending nice and quick thanks to her werewolf recuperation.

She was preoccupied, lost in a meaningless thought turned obsessive thanks to poor sleep, and hardly noticed Micah until he was there, and she turned, a bit startled at his arrival.

"Oh! Oh, Mikey, hullo! Sorry, a little... guess I'm a wee bit out o' sorts..." Rahne said as he made his way in. This was one thing she had actually been glad for. While being down here, she had not been at all starved for company. In fact, she was very rarely ever alone with him, very rarely left to fend for herself in the hostile landscape that was new parenthood. Usually, Jack was down here too, but he was dividing his time between here and home, getting everything ready for her and Greg to move back in, to ease the transition as much as possible.

"Aye, I rather think he does," Rahne said, with a shake of her head. "Dinnae know if ye've ever seen Jack transformed, though, but I can attest that the nose, right here - that's all him. 'Specially when he sneezes - does it just like his daddy. I'll be honest, I've nae sussed out every wee little thing yet, but I'm sure I'll be findin' more remnants o' both of us 'fore too long..."

She was probably rambling a bit.
"'Tis good t' see ye, Mikey. I take it ye've been doin' a touch better since the last time we spoke?"

And then he presented gifts. There were quite a few of those these days. Xavier's was a family, a large extended family, and moments like these when that family grew a bit. Many banded together in support of that new member. And Rahne was just grateful that she and Jack had this support network when they needed it.

"Oh, Mikey," she said, bringing a hand to her mouth. Now she knew she was feeling a bit overtired, as a tear came to her eye. "Lookit that, tis beautiful... yer mum made all this? Oh..."

She held up the jumper, hand-knit and even...
"Och, lookit that, it even has a wee little tail hole in the back! It's perfect!"
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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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Although she was supposed to be the patient, Miss Rahne was quick to inquire about Micah's well-being, clearly having noticed that he was in far better spirits compared to his state while having a meltdown at the aquarium on a school trip.

The silver boy nodded thoughtfully, trying to forget how she had seen him,"Aye. I'm awrite. Me n'Aaron.. well.. we ain't best mates again but we're mates. Still havenae gotten a new roomie though, just in case he.. just in case he wants ter come back, ken?" Micah looked hopeful with those last words, but he was not the focus for the moment, and he was grateful as Rahne discovered something delightful about the sweater for baby Gregory.

He beamed proudly,"That's m'mum fer yer. I prolly mentioned you were all wolf-like an'she went through all th'trouble of modifyin' her pattern for your wee babe."

"Ach naw, dinnae cry now, or I'll start fair bawlin' with yer," Micah tsked good-naturedly as he saw a tear coming to her eye from the thoughtfulness of the gifts. He reached to the stand at her bedside, maneuvering carefully around the cards and other tokens of congratulations as he plucked out a few tissues and handed them to her.

Micah gave her a moment to compose herself, shifting quietly in his set and resting an ankle over his knee. Quite casually he added,"Mr. Worthington is lettin' me go home for the spring holiday." He paused to tap the null cuff on his wrist,"I've been on m'best behavior since.. ehm.. well since I made that mistake."

Not behaving well had hardly been an option for him. In the days and even weeks that followed his near escape from the country, Micah had been under a microscope of focus, eyes watching his every move and waiting to report back to Warren should something go awry.

Sensing her unspoken questions, Micah waved his hand dismissively,"Ach, I ken what yer about to say. I promise not ter disappear; someone has t'watch the pup while you an' Mr. Jack have date night." He smiled broadly.

"How's he takin' it all, eh? He seems like he's nervous, but he'll be awrite. I'd like five or six wee ones m'self--all with my hair an' all the good looks."
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"Oh, come now. I'm allowed t' get a touch emotional at the kindness o' strangers, Micah. Ye'll tell yuir mum I'm absolutely grateful, aye?" Rahne said with a smile as she quickly wiped away the bit of condensation building at her lower left eyelid with the offered tissue.

He quickly asserted where he was emotionally, and while it was not a perfect recovery yet, it was still a good step in the right direction.

"I'm glad f'r that," Rahne said with a nod of her head and a smile. "Ye know we'd hate t' lose you, an' I'm not just sayin' that t' make ye feel better. Ye're a good kid, Micah. Sure, ye made a mistake, an' ye've done some damage - but I know ye can fix it, learn from it, grow from it, and be a better person because of it."

She figured he'd need to hear that, not constantly, no, but at least every now and again. When you do something like Micah had, when you realize the damage you'd done, it was easy to get lost in self-pity and self-doubt. She'd been so lost herself in the past over far lesser things.

"Oh, heh - aye, date night. I get the feelin' that a date night is rather far away at this point. I tell ye, Mike - we've been preparin' for months. Gettin' the home ready, readin' books, buyin' supplies - everything. An' now, all of a sudden, he's here, and... in ways it feels like just the other day we got the pee-stick confirmation."

She shook her head as she looked down to the baby who had since fallen to sleep - how fast it was at this age - one moment awake and observing the world, the next completely peacefully at sleep.

"Jack's a champion an' then some. He was afraid - terrified, I think - that he could never handle a child, that he was far too inherently destructive - but ye should've seen him hold his son for the first time, Mikey - ye could practically see his concern an' fear melt away. It was surely one o' the most beautiful things I'd seen in muh whole life."

Rahne's eyes went wide and she chuckled a bit.
"Oh, five 'r six, aye? 'Tis ambitious of ye, really. Five 'r six. Goodness. I think ye'll be very busy with that."
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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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