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jettabug.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 21st, 2004 10:03 pm)Title: Ruby Red
Pairing: Monaboyd.
Rating: G.
Summary: A phone call can be destiny...
Notes: This is bad, really. Not what I set out to write, but somehow it turned into this, a fluffy, pathetic little ficlet. Gah. I'm only posting it because I'm so sick of angst, I needed this little fluffly fluff fluffer to pick me up.
Ruby Red
by Jenna
“I missed you so much…” I whispered softly.
My lover hugged me tight. “Missed you too, love. The day sucked without you.”
I smiled and let go of Billy and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Did you keep busy?” I asked him, loosening the tie around my neck and kicked off my shoes.
He shrugged. “Orlando and Elijah came over. We had some beers and played Playstation.”
I grinned. “Nice to hear that my husband can sit on his ass while I’m out there working mine off.”
Billy patted me on my rear end. “With an ass like that, Dommie…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, he didn’t need to.
I shot him a look and grabbed a bottle of vitamin water from the refrigerator and took a deep sip.
“Tell me love,” he began, walking into the living room. I followed.
“What’s that?” I asked him as I sunk down onto the couch, instantly relaxing into the suede.
“How did today go?”
I shrugged. “Good. I got lots of research done. The program should be up in a few months.”
Billy sat down in my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck. “I’m so proud of you, Dommie,” he said softly, kissing my earlobe. “National Geographic…I knew you could do it.”
I smiled and hugged him around the waist, nuzzling his neck happily.
Billy stopped kissing my ear suddenly and sat up straight as the phone rang.
“Could that be what I think that could be?” I asked him, and he scrambled off my lap and sprinted for the phone in the kitchen.
“Hello?” he asked breathlessly.
I followed him back into the kitchen and leant up against the doorframe as he spoke.
“Today? Really…Oh wow…now? Um…let me talk to my husband.”
Billy pressed the phone to his chest.
“What is it?” I demanded anxiously, leaning forward in suspense.
“It’s Carol from the adoption agency…our baby is in the middle of being delivered.”
I let out a joyous cry and brought Billy into my arms.
He put the receiver to his ear again. “Uh huh…you want us there? Ok…see you soon Carol…and…thank you.”
Billy hung up the phone. “Hospital?”
**
One year, three months and fourteen days ago Billy and I applied to adopt a baby at an exclusive Los Angeles agency.
Eight months and twelve days ago we found out we get our miracle.
17-year-old Lucy had fallen pregnant and was giving up her baby for adoption.
Billy and I were going to be parents.
Not one single intelligent thought flowed through my mind as Billy and I walked into the maternity ward waiting room, our hands clasped together nervously, and our breathing shallow.
Carol Weaver from the Los Angeles Adoption Agency got up from her orange plastic waiting room chair and approached us, greeting us with big hugs.
“I think I’m going to pass out,” Billy whispered softly, his eyes fixed on a set of double doors that were marked with the words “Delivery Rooms”, that would swing open every so often and a doctor in green scrubs would come walking out.
Carol smiled and squeezed our hands. “Nothing to be worried about. Come and meet your baby…”
A feeling of light-headedness rushed my body as we were handed scrubs to slip on over our clothes.
We did so and then followed Carol through the double doors and down a corridor until we stopped at Delivery Room 4.
From behind the doors I could hear a doctor’s calm voice and the panicked cries of a young woman.
“Let’s go,” Carol ordered and pushed open the doors, ushering us in.
I walked in stiffly, my nerves in a shock as I was suddenly thrust into a world I thought I’d never experience.
The delivery room was scary. It was a lone bed in the middle of the room where the mother of our child lay, screaming and crying, with two doctors, two nurses and natal carers stood around, watching the birth.
My stomach did flip-flops as Carol pushed us toward the action, and I gripped Billy’s hand tighter and tighter.
He looked at me and I could see the fear in his eyes that I felt.
“Monaghan? Boyd?”
“Uh…yeah,” I answered, and a doctor approached us.
“Get on in here, your baby is about to be born.”
A hand again pushed Billy and me forward and we were suddenly staring at the most vomit-inducing sight in the world.
“Reminder of homosexuality…check…” I muttered and flinched as a head appeared.
“Oh dear God…” Billy muttered, and I could feel him rest his weight against me.
I nearly smiled. Billy was squeamish, I was surprised he’d made it into the room without passing out.
I wrapped an arm around his waist and held him up, and he cuddled into my side, hiding his face.
As much as I wanted to look away, I was compelled to watch the birth of my child.
Suddenly shoulders popped out and then the rest of the baby came in a mass of water and blood and junk.
I suddenly felt nauseas and had to look away, but then I was being pulled in a direction, away from Billy, who looked nearly green, leaning up against a set of drawers.
I turned my attention to who was pulling me, a nurse, and then all of a sudden she let go and turned away from me.
I stood there nervously, looking at Billy, when a little baby was placed in my arms, covering in something sticky and wrapped in a paper blanket.
“Oh my…” I said softly as I looked down into the big brown eyes of the most exquisite child I’d ever seen.
“Congratulations, Mr Boyd, Mr Monaghan,” the doctor said. “You have a beautiful baby girl.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the baby in my arms. She lay there almost peacefully, looking up at me with inquisitive eyes.
A nurse came over and put a little pump in her mouth and the baby began to cry.
“Bill…” I called softly, my eyes on the tiny child as she cried. “Billy…come here.”
I jogged the infant ever so lightly in my arms, careful not to break her as Billy appeared at my elbow.
“Dom…”
I finally tore my gaze from the baby and looked at Billy, who had tears in his eyes.
He reached up and wiped at my cheeks, which I hadn’t even noticed were wet with my own tears.
“Our baby…” Billy said softly, reaching down to touch one perfect little hand.
“Can I get her cleaned up for you?” a nurse asked suddenly.
I nodded and reluctantly handed her over and turned to Billy, pulling him into my arms and hugging him tightly.
We stood there holding onto each other for what seemed like the longest time. I noticed that Lucy had been wheeled from the room, and only Billy and I and the nurse remained.
“Name.”
“What?” I asked of Billy, letting him go slightly.
“She needs a name…”
The nurse returned then and placed our baby in Billy’s arms.
She was free of goo now, and had a little pink hat on her downy head, and she was wrapped in a white cotton blanket with tiny ducks on it.
“She looks like a Ruby…” I said suddenly as I reached out to stroke her cheek.
Billy looked up at me. “A precious gem. Ruby. I like it.”
I grinned. “Ruby Monaghan-Boyd.”
Billy smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek, landing on the blanket wrapped around our daughter. “Perfection.”
Pairing: Monaboyd.
Rating: G.
Summary: A phone call can be destiny...
Notes: This is bad, really. Not what I set out to write, but somehow it turned into this, a fluffy, pathetic little ficlet. Gah. I'm only posting it because I'm so sick of angst, I needed this little fluffly fluff fluffer to pick me up.
by Jenna
“I missed you so much…” I whispered softly.
My lover hugged me tight. “Missed you too, love. The day sucked without you.”
I smiled and let go of Billy and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Did you keep busy?” I asked him, loosening the tie around my neck and kicked off my shoes.
He shrugged. “Orlando and Elijah came over. We had some beers and played Playstation.”
I grinned. “Nice to hear that my husband can sit on his ass while I’m out there working mine off.”
Billy patted me on my rear end. “With an ass like that, Dommie…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, he didn’t need to.
I shot him a look and grabbed a bottle of vitamin water from the refrigerator and took a deep sip.
“Tell me love,” he began, walking into the living room. I followed.
“What’s that?” I asked him as I sunk down onto the couch, instantly relaxing into the suede.
“How did today go?”
I shrugged. “Good. I got lots of research done. The program should be up in a few months.”
Billy sat down in my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck. “I’m so proud of you, Dommie,” he said softly, kissing my earlobe. “National Geographic…I knew you could do it.”
I smiled and hugged him around the waist, nuzzling his neck happily.
Billy stopped kissing my ear suddenly and sat up straight as the phone rang.
“Could that be what I think that could be?” I asked him, and he scrambled off my lap and sprinted for the phone in the kitchen.
“Hello?” he asked breathlessly.
I followed him back into the kitchen and leant up against the doorframe as he spoke.
“Today? Really…Oh wow…now? Um…let me talk to my husband.”
Billy pressed the phone to his chest.
“What is it?” I demanded anxiously, leaning forward in suspense.
“It’s Carol from the adoption agency…our baby is in the middle of being delivered.”
I let out a joyous cry and brought Billy into my arms.
He put the receiver to his ear again. “Uh huh…you want us there? Ok…see you soon Carol…and…thank you.”
Billy hung up the phone. “Hospital?”
**
One year, three months and fourteen days ago Billy and I applied to adopt a baby at an exclusive Los Angeles agency.
Eight months and twelve days ago we found out we get our miracle.
17-year-old Lucy had fallen pregnant and was giving up her baby for adoption.
Billy and I were going to be parents.
Not one single intelligent thought flowed through my mind as Billy and I walked into the maternity ward waiting room, our hands clasped together nervously, and our breathing shallow.
Carol Weaver from the Los Angeles Adoption Agency got up from her orange plastic waiting room chair and approached us, greeting us with big hugs.
“I think I’m going to pass out,” Billy whispered softly, his eyes fixed on a set of double doors that were marked with the words “Delivery Rooms”, that would swing open every so often and a doctor in green scrubs would come walking out.
Carol smiled and squeezed our hands. “Nothing to be worried about. Come and meet your baby…”
A feeling of light-headedness rushed my body as we were handed scrubs to slip on over our clothes.
We did so and then followed Carol through the double doors and down a corridor until we stopped at Delivery Room 4.
From behind the doors I could hear a doctor’s calm voice and the panicked cries of a young woman.
“Let’s go,” Carol ordered and pushed open the doors, ushering us in.
I walked in stiffly, my nerves in a shock as I was suddenly thrust into a world I thought I’d never experience.
The delivery room was scary. It was a lone bed in the middle of the room where the mother of our child lay, screaming and crying, with two doctors, two nurses and natal carers stood around, watching the birth.
My stomach did flip-flops as Carol pushed us toward the action, and I gripped Billy’s hand tighter and tighter.
He looked at me and I could see the fear in his eyes that I felt.
“Monaghan? Boyd?”
“Uh…yeah,” I answered, and a doctor approached us.
“Get on in here, your baby is about to be born.”
A hand again pushed Billy and me forward and we were suddenly staring at the most vomit-inducing sight in the world.
“Reminder of homosexuality…check…” I muttered and flinched as a head appeared.
“Oh dear God…” Billy muttered, and I could feel him rest his weight against me.
I nearly smiled. Billy was squeamish, I was surprised he’d made it into the room without passing out.
I wrapped an arm around his waist and held him up, and he cuddled into my side, hiding his face.
As much as I wanted to look away, I was compelled to watch the birth of my child.
Suddenly shoulders popped out and then the rest of the baby came in a mass of water and blood and junk.
I suddenly felt nauseas and had to look away, but then I was being pulled in a direction, away from Billy, who looked nearly green, leaning up against a set of drawers.
I turned my attention to who was pulling me, a nurse, and then all of a sudden she let go and turned away from me.
I stood there nervously, looking at Billy, when a little baby was placed in my arms, covering in something sticky and wrapped in a paper blanket.
“Oh my…” I said softly as I looked down into the big brown eyes of the most exquisite child I’d ever seen.
“Congratulations, Mr Boyd, Mr Monaghan,” the doctor said. “You have a beautiful baby girl.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the baby in my arms. She lay there almost peacefully, looking up at me with inquisitive eyes.
A nurse came over and put a little pump in her mouth and the baby began to cry.
“Bill…” I called softly, my eyes on the tiny child as she cried. “Billy…come here.”
I jogged the infant ever so lightly in my arms, careful not to break her as Billy appeared at my elbow.
“Dom…”
I finally tore my gaze from the baby and looked at Billy, who had tears in his eyes.
He reached up and wiped at my cheeks, which I hadn’t even noticed were wet with my own tears.
“Our baby…” Billy said softly, reaching down to touch one perfect little hand.
“Can I get her cleaned up for you?” a nurse asked suddenly.
I nodded and reluctantly handed her over and turned to Billy, pulling him into my arms and hugging him tightly.
We stood there holding onto each other for what seemed like the longest time. I noticed that Lucy had been wheeled from the room, and only Billy and I and the nurse remained.
“Name.”
“What?” I asked of Billy, letting him go slightly.
“She needs a name…”
The nurse returned then and placed our baby in Billy’s arms.
She was free of goo now, and had a little pink hat on her downy head, and she was wrapped in a white cotton blanket with tiny ducks on it.
“She looks like a Ruby…” I said suddenly as I reached out to stroke her cheek.
Billy looked up at me. “A precious gem. Ruby. I like it.”
I grinned. “Ruby Monaghan-Boyd.”
Billy smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek, landing on the blanket wrapped around our daughter. “Perfection.”
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Aw...I want to see Dom's reaction to a newborn baby... *sniff*