"What if it isn't okay? What if..." Viktor choked on a sudden sob at the thought of Bernadette dying and folded himself back over little Olive. "She told me...not to hate her if something happened. I don't think I could hate our baby...but how would I even go on? I love her...I love her so much...I need her here." He began weeping again. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
The comment about “not hating her,” stung Aslan. Of course he knew that was because of him, though he couldn’t say he hated Bernadette, he just couldn’t love her. It didn’t matter though, Bernadette couldn’t tell the difference. Aslan was overwhelmed, he was never good in these situations; comforting or reassuring, moreover he felt for Viktor. He hesitantly put a hand on Viktor’s shoulder, something he had never even done even for Bertie.
“We can’t worry about what ifs. We just have to hold on for her, she wouldn’t want you worrying like this.” Aslan tried, he was guessing though, he couldn’t possibly know what Bernadette would want.
Viktor knew, even if Aslan didn't, that there was some truth to that sentiment. It was in Bernadette's nature to be selfless, she so often put everyone's needs and feelings, even Viktor's, ahead of her own.
"But it's so hard not to. I'm scared." He admitted. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I know, I know it’s hard.” Aslan nodded, trying to think of what to say next, what would Esther say? “Maybe we can try to focus on what we have to be happy for, and excited about? Look at this baby you made.” Aslan added, gesturing to “little” Olive. Aslan could observe that she looked a lot like Bertie did when she was little, at least from what he could recall. Dark with big round eyes, she was awfully chunky though, Bertie had always been small.
Viktor sniffled as he sat up just a hair straighter so he could look down at Olive. Out of all the things in his life, he was most proud of her. She was a good baby with a happy disposition like both of her parents. She liked doing things to make her parents laugh or things that earned praise, which was something that came easily as both of her parents cheered and clapped at every little thing she did. She was confident, she was kind, and she knew how to love. She was the best thing he and Bertie had done yet.
He reached down to cup her chubby little cheek, lips quivering as he mustered a nod.
"Sh-she's a good girl." He nodded. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“She’s a great girl. And maybe you’ll have two great girls.” Aslan nodded, though he was lying of course, since he knew nothing about Olive. But he assumed most parents think the world of their kids, Viktor probably felt the same about his daughter.
“It…will be okay.” Aslan reassured hesitantly, patting his shoulder again and gave it a little squeeze.
If he were in a more rational state of mind, Viktor would have called Aslan’s bluff, but in that moment, he accepted the comfort and assurance at face value. He nodded, still sniveling a little.
“You’re right…it’ll be okay.” He managed. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Some time passed, Aslan and Viktor waited quietly in the waiting area. Aslan was feeling increasingly troubled as time ticked on. But before he could get more concerned, an exhausted appeared Daisy emerged from the swinging doors. She was still in her operating gown, and her scrub cap was still on and visibly damp with sweat. She looked tired, but not defeated, as she found Viktor in the waiting area.
“Your girl did good, both of them.” Daisy announced before plopping into the chair on the other side of Viktor. “There were…Some complications, but both mom and baby pulled through.” Daisy explained.
Aslan peeked around Viktor to look at Daisy.
“What complications? Was there…A mass?” Aslan asked. Esther, had a tumor on her spine that grew in tandem with Bertie. The autopsy described the tumor bursting in labor, ultimately being the catalyst for Esther’s death.
Daisy looked between the man and Viktor, she had never seen that man ever. It was always the Nikitins with Bertie. Although she could parse enough from his looks, that he must be related to Bertie. Though Daisy had just assumed she had no biological family.
“Um no, werewolves can’t get cancer.” Daisy said in a matter of fact way, giving no further explanation because she didn’t know who he was after all. Werewolves could get cancer but it was rare and situational, but this man didn’t need to know that. She directed her attention back to Viktor, “we had to do an emergency c section, but both are recovering separately at the moment. I can escort you to Bertie’s bedside and they’ll probably bring the baby from the nursery soon.” Daisy explained. [/i]
It had felt like Viktor had been sitting with bated breath as he sat in the waiting room, and he was finally able to breathe. His shoulders sagged with relief and his look of desperate worry became something lighter and more befitting of his usual features.
“Really? They’re both okay?” He asked, though there was no reason for Daisy to lie and also he wasn’t sure that she could. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“They’re both ok.” Daisy confirmed again, before rising back to her feet. “She looks a little rough right now, but she’ll start to look better. I’ll take you back now.” She said, gesturing for Viktor to follow her back.
Aslan had since settled any growing worries, it seemed thing would be okay, just as he told Viktor they would be. After Viktor went back to see Bertie, he wouldn’t need to stay, and things would return to how they were.
“Okay, please do.” Viktor quickly rose to his feet and started after Daisy, but paused after a few steps. He turned to look at Aslan. “I…I know you probably don’t want to see her, but I’ll tell her you were here with us. I think she’d appreciate it.” He explained. “And I know you don’t care, probably, but…I’d like it if you’d let us keep sending you pictures of the girls. Even if you don’t look at them now, or ever, we want you to know that they’re growing up well and that Bernadette is doing well too.” _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Aslan was quiet, but only for a brief moment; he didn’t want to keep Viktor from Bernadette any longer. He licked his lips and nodded, “you may keep sending them…Thank you for looking after Bernadette.” Aslan offered a polite smile before gathering his briefcase and standing up. He offered Viktor a curt nod as a goodbye, before making his exit.
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Bertie was reclined onto her back, she had several pillows lined up under her. Her back definitely still hurt, but it felt much better now that there wasn’t a baby pushing on it. A nurse had cleaned her up and wet her hair and moved it out of her face, they put her in fresh a fresh gown; the top part untied so their “little” baby could nurse. Bertie supported the length of her body with a relaxed arm, after everything was said and done; this part was effortless. Bertie washed over with relief, and she smiled softly down at the babe. She wasn’t as heavy as Olive was at birth, but twice as long. Daisy suggested that’s why Bertie was in so much pain, the baby was outgrowing the space. Her color had began to settle, the band appeared to be dark in complexion; same as her mother and sister. She wasn’t bald, but didn’t have a lot of hair; just thin brown tufts all around and flush to her head.
Bertie weakly leaned down to touch her nose to the top of the babes head, breathing her in and allowing herself to embrace the joy of a newborn baby. She was sweet as can be, and Bertie of course adored her already, and couldn’t wait for Viktor and Olive to meet her. [/i]
Viktor could only walk as fast as Daisy since she was the one guiding him to Bernadette’s room, but once she pointed out her door, there was no stopping him as he barreled into the room, eager, but mostly desperate, to see his wife and new baby.
He rushed into the room and stopped in his tracks when he saw Bernadette in bed with their baby tucked in her arms. He felt his heart swelling at the sight and he stepped closer to get a better look at the both of them.
“Oh Bertie…” Those were the only words Viktor could manage as he nearly sank to his knees in relief and awe as he took in the sight of Bernadette and their fresh babe contentedly nursing on her.
There was never a doubt in Viktor’s mind that their newest daughter would be adorable, after all, Viktor thought Bernadette was the most beautiful woman (even more beautiful than his mama) and Olive was as cute as a button, but seeing her finally in Bertie’s arms was a sight to behold. Bernadette was miraculous and this new baby was wonderful.
He reached out to gently run a knuckle over the soft slope of her jaw, feeling how soft and warm she was, and felt like he could burst out in joyous sobs unlike the mournful sounds he had made earlier.
“You did it, Bertie. You got her here and you’re both okay.” He said before lifting his gaze to her face, tears welled up in his eyes. “I was so scared earlier. I’m so happy you’re both okay now. You have no idea.” _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Oh Viktor, I’m sorry we worried you.” Bertie said quietly, still a bit weak from her labors. But she still reached up to touch Viktor, offering out her palm for his cheek.
Bertie was pretty spent in every aspect, she couldn’t offer too much enthusiasm or joyous sobs of relief, even if she wanted to. But she still made an effort to calm his emotions.
“Come here my babies, but be careful of the little one.” She waved her hand, inviting Viktor and Olive onto the bed, scooting what little she could manage to make room for them.
“Careful, careful.” Viktor reminded Bernadette, though he still perched on the bed where she’d made the space and leaned into her touch. Her fingers felt a bit chilled on his cheek, but he could feel her pulse gently thrumming, proof that she was there and she was okay now. “It’s okay now. You’re both here and going to be alright, that’s what matters.” He turned his head just enough to kiss at Bertie’s hand, lingering for a moment and just reveling in the touch, before he pulled back enough to let Olive get a good look at her sister. “Look malyshka, there’s your sister.” _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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