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all_inclusive2014-01-19 08:15 pm
ogunquit_girl) wrote in all_inclusive2014-01-19 08:15 pm
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Frannie couldn't stop staring at the sleeping baby in her arms. She watched every intake of breath, every exhale. Her pulse spiked when his little face twisted into any expression other than serene sleep.
She was waiting for him to cough. She was expecting him to sneeze.
Even though she knew the flu wasn't here - it was contained to their world and it hadn't followed them here on their clothes (even if it had, she'd burned hers shortly after coming through to the Nexus, even the time she'd just walked into her bedroom in Maine for a few minutes before backing out in horror.
Still, Frannie watched her son sleep, listened to the soft silence of breathing unencumbered by snot or phlegm or whatever had choked the life out of her world. Against every odd there was, she was here, Stu was here, and her baby had survived arguably the most stress filled pregnancy ever, to arrive a respectable 6 pounds 9 ounces, with a pair of lungs announcing his arrival. Loudly.
If Frannie could remember how to pray, she would have right then and there.
Gathering type post - tag Frannie, tag each other (feel free to top level with Frannie asleep if you want, or just outside the room). If your pup saw the stationery post, feel free to jump to the conclusion that the hotel's only pregnant woman popped.)
She was waiting for him to cough. She was expecting him to sneeze.
Even though she knew the flu wasn't here - it was contained to their world and it hadn't followed them here on their clothes (even if it had, she'd burned hers shortly after coming through to the Nexus, even the time she'd just walked into her bedroom in Maine for a few minutes before backing out in horror.
Still, Frannie watched her son sleep, listened to the soft silence of breathing unencumbered by snot or phlegm or whatever had choked the life out of her world. Against every odd there was, she was here, Stu was here, and her baby had survived arguably the most stress filled pregnancy ever, to arrive a respectable 6 pounds 9 ounces, with a pair of lungs announcing his arrival. Loudly.
If Frannie could remember how to pray, she would have right then and there.
Gathering type post - tag Frannie, tag each other (feel free to top level with Frannie asleep if you want, or just outside the room). If your pup saw the stationery post, feel free to jump to the conclusion that the hotel's only pregnant woman popped.)
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"Have you talked to Martha? She might be able to take your through to her world," he asked Stu as he gently perched on the edge of the bed. "You can't just sit here and wait for it to fix itself, man."
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"He's got a point, Stuart," she replied, using his full name for emphasis. "I know there are others that can go back and forth, some pretty easily. She'd probably be able to do a better job than in Boulder, too, since we didn't exactly have crack surgical teams there."
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"Yeah, I will agree on that. At least we had a real doctor by the time I left and not just the country vet, but still..." He sighed. "I'm still getting used to all this...these doors to different places. I don't much like it, but I'll talk to her about it. I want to be able to help you out, and I'm not a lot of good this way."