Life comes at you fast. (for Eostre) - Dated to the 31st

[forthedog]

When Peter had come running up to him, flushed and out of breath, alarm bells had not immediately started ringing.

When Peter had informed him that he should probably go see Eostre because Peter had broken her, they had. Loudly.

At least he's fairly sure he knows what it is, and it had been confirmed when Peter told him who he was going to tell next.

"You didn't break her," he had taken a second to say. "I mean... okay, maybe you did, but it's okay." Except is it? Fuck, it's two weeks early. Is that too early? At what point is too early? Are twins usually early because there's less room? Is there less room? Should he take another second to run back to the Compound and wash his hands with soap? Should he be ready to boil water? Why the fuck do you boil water, anyway? You hopefully aren't going to toss the babies into it. Like lobsters or something.

His mind is working along these faintly horrifying lines as he grits his teeth and starts to run. Running still isn't easy or pleasant and if a doctor saw him doing it he would probably be yelled at, but if there was ever a time when he truly did not give a shit...

He's so unprepared for this. He hasn't even read books. And two weeks.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Eostre?" he calls, skidding to a stop outside her doorway and pulling the curtain aside, breathing hard. "Peter... told me..."

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[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

A tear rolled down Eostre's cheek and she squeezed Mike's hand hard, smiling at him.

She didn't really want him to go anywhere. She never really wanted him out of her sight if she could help it.

"Okay, Lily...what do I do?"

[ooh-lily.livejournal.com]

"You'd better get yourself comfortable," said Lily, moving towards the bed. She'd always loved her job, missed practicing as much as she had back in Long Bay and, as she tied her hair back from her face, Lily Strombeck felt totally in her element.

"S'gonna be a long one, eh?"

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

Her face makes something in his chest catch almost painfully and he's staring at her, holding her hand tight when Lily's voice jolts him out of it. He shakes himself slightly, moves off the bed and back to give them both room. Just because he's going to be there doesn't mean he has to be in the way.

And God, he hopes it won't be a long one.

But somehow he doesn't think any of them are that lucky.