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Labor is called, well, labor for a reason.

It involves work, which Kate can handle.

It involves pain, which Kate can handle.

But there's no enemy to focus on, nothing to defeat, and that--

That's what makes her scream, while she deals with the collar, with the migraine, with the fear.

She hears Piotr's voice, Hank's voice, Logan's voice--she thinks, she might be hallucinating--and she doesn't know what the hell to do.

Luckily, her body does.

Her name is Tatiana Mala Petravina Rasputina, and Kate is weary as the little girl with silver, metallic eyes. In that, she is most definitely her father's daughter.

She's kinda glad; in her opinion, the more their children take after Piotr, rather than her, the better. (And she doesn't realize she already is thinking about children, as in more than one child.)

(She and Piotr had spent days debating if they should choose to name her for Simon or Mal, as they both care for each man and both owe each man a great deal. But they agreed, finally, that Mala sounded better. And a name that means, "mighty in battle" is probably good for their daughter.)

But she has her daughter, and she has her maybe-will-be-husband, and she thinks it's going to turn out okay.

She should have known better. She never should have dared to even think that.

But for now, let's let her have indulge in her delusion. She just gave birth.

So if visions of outdoor weddings and blue wedding dress that's probably from the bridesmaid shelf, though she'd never admit to it, if images of her daughter going to preschool-kindergarten-college are dancing in her head, well--she is Dream's favorite niece. Let her dream, even during the day.

For today, let's let her believe it will be okay.

Date: 2014-11-03 02:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] adamantiumloner
Logan has been through a lot in his long life, but this last ordeal was a hard one.

Mostly because there was nothing he could do but be there, and that is never something that sits well with him.

Still, they'd made it through, and here was Kate, a brand new mother.

Stepping back into the room after having a much needed cigar outside, Logan casts a small smile at Kate.

"Congrats, kiddo."

Date: 2015-01-05 03:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] adamantiumloner
"Lucky for her it looks like she takes after you more than her dad," he joked, waggling a finger at the baby.

"It's a custom," he says about the cigars.

Date: 2015-08-13 06:18 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] adamantiumloner
Logan reaches forward, waggling a finger at the child, already feeling guilt knowing that after this he and Kate will be leaving her. The girl was born into a harsh world, and the road ahead isn't going to be easy.

It just seems wrong to kick it off like this, even if there is no helping that.

"She's made of good stuff," he says, giving Kate a nod.

Date: 2016-08-25 02:45 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] adamantiumloner
"No, darlin'," he answers, quiet, but with the ferocity of conviction in those words. "You ain't selfish, and you sure as hell aren't the worst. I could name you a few, if you wanted me to."

He gives her a quick smirk, there and gone again and replaced by a stone cold stoicism; unflinching in the belief that Kate hasn't done the wrong thing here.

"If this little sprat turns out t'be half the woman her mother is this world is going to be much better for it."

Date: 2016-09-07 04:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] adamantiumloner
"She better be. I've been lookin' forward to sittin' back and watching you get run ragged." Like kids have been doing to him all these years.


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