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mash_slashTitle: Birth
Pairing: Charles/Margaret
Rating: E
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nentari …Happy Birthday! Sorry if it’s crap.
Summary: Margaret and Charles celebrate the birth of their first child. Drabble.
Pairing: Charles/Margaret
Rating: E
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!
Author’s Notes: This is for you,
nentari …Happy Birthday! Sorry if it’s crap. Summary: Margaret and Charles celebrate the birth of their first child. Drabble.
Margaret looked down at the bundle of blankets the nurse had placed in her arms and felt an odd calm descend upon her.
She and Charles had made this child. After trying for many, many months to conceive they finally had this little boy to show for it.
Margaret’s son opened his eyes and looked sleepily up at her. He had Charles’s eyes, no doubt about that.
‘Margaret?’
Charles entered the room quietly, placing a kiss on Margaret’s cheek and peering down at the baby.
‘The nurse did not tell me the sex.’ Charles sounded rather miffed.
‘He’s a boy.’ Margaret’s voice was barely a whisper; 12 hours of labour can really wear a person out.
Charles swelled with pride at this and stroked his son’s sandy curls.
‘Have you decided on a name, Margaret?’
Margaret was thoughtful for a moment. ‘I was thinking Timothy.’
She did not need to finish the thought as Charles knew the reasons behind the choice.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded.
‘Timothy Alvin Winchester, then?’
Margaret grinned wearily. ‘Perfect.’
END
She and Charles had made this child. After trying for many, many months to conceive they finally had this little boy to show for it.
Margaret’s son opened his eyes and looked sleepily up at her. He had Charles’s eyes, no doubt about that.
‘Margaret?’
Charles entered the room quietly, placing a kiss on Margaret’s cheek and peering down at the baby.
‘The nurse did not tell me the sex.’ Charles sounded rather miffed.
‘He’s a boy.’ Margaret’s voice was barely a whisper; 12 hours of labour can really wear a person out.
Charles swelled with pride at this and stroked his son’s sandy curls.
‘Have you decided on a name, Margaret?’
Margaret was thoughtful for a moment. ‘I was thinking Timothy.’
She did not need to finish the thought as Charles knew the reasons behind the choice.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded.
‘Timothy Alvin Winchester, then?’
Margaret grinned wearily. ‘Perfect.’
END
