Summary: August Walker's daughter has been born. There is
Wordcount: 0.6k
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and child birth.
A/N: The weirdest thing has happened: I have baby fever. Me, the girl who has been saying since she was four that she never wants kids. I don't know what happened, but anyway: here is a little piece of August becoming a parent.
He almost deemed it impossible to get himself into that room. He leans against the wall, taking in one deep breath after another. He had been waiting for this moment the second they found out, but now it’s here, it’s different.
In that room is his girlfriend waiting, holding their baby. The one they created. He can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact he is officially a dad now.
August Walker is a father.
She never expressed a need for having kids, but that was expectable. They were only dating for around six months when she discovered she was pregnant.
But she was absolutely ecstatic.
He was scared, but could find peace and happiness. In the months ahead of him, he could get used to him being a dad.
Then he was a dad in theory. Now he truly was one. A dad. A father.
In that room not only his girlfriend is waiting for him, but also a little baby.
Maybe it’s even harder to get himself in that room, because he wasn’t there when she needed him the most. He hopes she would understand, that he was stuck at work and then in traffic.
But maybe he’s too optimistic about her reaction.
August pushes himself from the wall, wanting to make his way over to the room, when he hears her soft voice.
‘Hi little one,’ she says, causing him to halt his step. ‘Your dad will be here any minute now. I know you will absolutely love him. I know I love him dearly.’ She lets out a deep sigh. ‘I hope he is able to get over his fear. He puts on a brave face, but he often times second guesses himself, thinking he is going to be a bad father. But he showed me he is excellent dad material. August already took such good care of us before you were even here.’
A tiny little noise leaves the baby’s lips and August clenches his jaw, as he balls his hands into fists.
Why is it so hard to go in?
‘He’ll be here.’
He can hear the desperation in her voice. She’s not telling it to the baby, but to herself.
Instead of standing outside the room, he should go in and be there for her.
It’s the least he can do.
August walks in and she looks up instantly. Her fatigue immediately disappears as she smiles widely once her eyes land on him.
‘Hi,’ she says, ushering him over. ‘It’s okay.’
‘I’m sorry,’ he says.
She shakes her head. ‘Don’t be sorry. You're here now. Come here.’ She holds out her hand and he walks up to her. There are a million things he wants to say to her, apologies and what not, but once he holds her hand and sits on the side of the bed, that is all forgotten.
He looks at the dainty baby in her arms, eyes opened as they are taking in the world.
‘You have a daughter, August,’ she says.
He hesitates, but she picks up on it straight away. She places their daughter in his arms and the second he holds her close, August can finally let out that smile he knew was there deep down.
He has never been happier and is finally able to push those anxious thoughts aside, knowing they’ll creep up on him when he least expect it. But he has her by his side, the love of his life and though it will not be easy, he is ready to take on this challenge.
She pecks his cheek and whispers: ‘You look like a natural.’ She curls up next to him and sighs deeply. ‘I love you.’
August smiles. ‘I love you. Both of you.’ With all his heart.
Description: Mya takes a trip down memory lane on the night their baby girl was born.
Word Count: 2.3K
Song: Just My Imagination by The Temptations
Part 2
The small family sat at the small breakfast table in the kitchen. August was holding on to Ava with dear life. His large arms hugging her gently as the tiny human slept peacefully in his grasp.
He just couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He would leaned down halfway before bringing her up some too and place kisses on her chubby brown face. Then ever so often, he’d nuzzle his face in her neck and inhale her baby scent. It was as if he was trying to make sure she was real.
Or trying to make up for all the lost time.
It was quiet, Mya sat in her seat just watching him with their little girl. She would find herself tearing up and wiping those tears when they’d slip out. She just couldn’t believe this! So she had to ask…
‘What happened?’ Her voice was small and a little shaky. Part of her knew, but she wanted to hear his voice once more to be honest.
August looked up at her, the moon illuminated through the kitchen. The natural light made her pretty brown flesh glow. Motherhood really did a number on her. She had a beauty to her this world had to appreciate… he had to appreciate.
‘I had a guy take over… when I found out Nathan found my location. I was about to repair the artificial mask system and make new masks. It wasn’t hard to sneak by.’ He then looked down at Ava.
Mya’s eyebrows tugged into one as she folded her arms across her chest, ‘What?! So you stole CIA equipment, repaired it and then convinced an innocent bystander to be “you” and you pretend to be them for a year?!’
‘They weren’t as innocent as you think. He worked for me. And I knew I’d die if I got that chopper. He fought a good fight.’ He then looked down at their daughter, ‘If it meant for me to live and be in the shadows for a year … I’d do it again a thousand times more.’
She stared at him before she rubbed her face and pushed her curly fly aways behind her ear. ‘Alright… what about the end of the world? You were involved with a cult August. You were planning on destroying the world with me in it?!’
August didn’t look up at her yet, he seemed remorseful.
‘What’s stopping me from getting up and calling Nathan right now and —‘
August snapped his head up at her, his dark blue eyes showing a reflection of darkness she’d never seen him give her.
Yet she refused to back down.
‘Well? What do you have to say to yourself? To me?! Our daughter?!’
He just stared at her before looking back down at their sleeping baby.
Rage pumped through her veins. She felt lost, confused and the worst of all… disconnected.
‘So you have nothing to say?’ Her voice was cracked and broken from the tears that was building the the lump that was forming in her chest.
‘I thought I was doing the right thing Mya. This world is so full of darkness, pain… hate. I wanted to rid it of those things. Am I the bad guy because I want a new and peaceful place to raise our children?’
She burst out in hysterical laughter, ‘You? Who do you think you are?! God?! No one is capable of wiping out the “bad” in this world because they’d be taking themselves out too! Do you even know the kind of pain you put me through?! Would you kill me because I grieved you?!’
He pressed his lips together and looked over at her. He hesitated at the question. ‘I’ve had this conversation with myself over the past year. It started that the day at the graveyard… I saw how my death effected you. It wasn’t fair to you… to the both of you.’
She reached across the table and ripped a piece of paper towel off of the roll and pat her cheeks and nose.
‘I’m sorry.. and from now on I want to spend every waking moment trying to make up for this disaster I’ve ensued.’
Ava stretched in her sleep, causing her father to look down at her in a hurry. ‘Uh oh.’ He chuckled as she then snuggled back into his chest. ‘She’s so beautiful, Mimi.’ He then carefully ran his hand over her little head. ‘Everything I’ve ever wanted…’ He was gushing over how much hair she had, and how soft it was.
Mya sniffed as her heart tightened at the nickname. He was the only person that was allowed to call her that.
‘What was it like?’
‘What?’ She asked.
‘The pregnancy… the birth— with me not being there? I want to know what happened.’
Mya sighed softly and sat back in the chair. Her arms were folded lazily over her belly. She didn’t even know where to start.
***
A loud thunder clap shook the house, causing her to be startled out of her sleep. ‘Ah!’ And with that sudden jerk, it scared the baby. The baby twisted and turned in her womb, kicking and punching. Mya hissed at the pain, ‘I’m sorry honey… shhh… it’s alright.’ She rubbed her rounded belly, doing her best to soothe herself and her startled baby.
Mya looked over at the time, it was 1:19am. Cradling her belly with both of her hands now, she let out a tired sigh, ‘looks like you’re gonna be up for the rest of the night Hmm?’ She smirked, ‘Your father was a night owl… you and him alike in so many ways already.’
The baby began to kick around again, this time landing a strong one on her bladder, ‘Oh! That’ll do it! Why don’t you take it easy on me?!’ She whined playfully as she pushed the sheets off of her lap and pulled her legs over the sides of the bed, one by one.
Letting out a small whimper and placing her hand on her lower back, she waddled her way towards the bathroom. But before she could make it to toilet she felt herself leaking down her maternity tights. ‘What? Not again.’
Being pregnant came with a lot of complications. One of them being not being able to hold your bladder they way you use to.
But this time… this wasn’t urine.
‘MA! I happened again!’ She called out. Mya then carefully pulled down her tights and underwear to see this strange looking piece of tissue.
‘What’s wrong honey?’ Ericka said as she looked at her hunched over daughter.
‘Ma… I think my water broke…’ Mya murmured, her voice trembling as she never broke her gaze with that mucus membrane.
‘What? Why would you think—‘ she walked around her daughter and she saw it for herself. ‘Oh my god…—‘
‘Ohhh!’ Mya whimpered as she placed her hand on her belly. It felt tight to the touch. And she felt crampy as if she was having Braxton hicks. But this was different. Sooo much different.
She held her breath as she reached out for her mother’s hand. She gave her a gentle squeeze and breathe through the pain. Within seconds, it was gone.
‘That was your first contraction… honey, I’ll get the bags ready.’ She said softly, panicking as she rushed out of the bathroom.
Mya took in a deep breath and did her best to stand up straight. ‘OK Mya. You’ve prepared for this day! You got this.’ She coached herself as she quickly waddled back into her bedroom.
Contractions were 7 minutes apart at this part and were pretty moderate. Ericka helped her breathe through them.
‘This isn’t so bad… I think I may go without the epidural.’ She giggled as she carried the car seat out to the car.
What a naive way of thinking.
The whole ride was uncomfortable. The contractions dropped from 7 to 4 minutes. And they gotten stronger. Each one of them had her whole body tensing up, holding her breath.
‘You have to breathe Mya! It’s not helping that you’re holding your breath, you’re going to pass out!’
‘Ughhhh! I’d rather die at this point!’
Ericka sighed and clenched her jaw together for a moment, ‘I wish I could tell you it gets easier… you think this is bad?!’
Mya sniffed as she felt so overwhelmed and in so much pain at the moment. She then began to sob. ‘Maaaaa!’
Her mother looked from the road back over to her quickly, ‘What? What is it?!’
Mya whined as she began to sob uncontrollably, ‘I’m hungry! And I can’t eat anything!’
Her mother sighed and reached over to grab her hand, ‘I’m sorry honey but to keep you and the baby safe—Ah!’ Her words were interrupted by a firm grip from Mya.
‘Ughhhhh!! Ooowww! Ow! Owwwwww!’
‘Breathe Mya!’
***
By the time they made it to the hospital, she was only 2 minutes apart and the baby was beginning to crown.
She laid on the bed, trying to focus on her breathing, ‘Can I get my epidural now?!’ She breathed out. Her mother pat her head with a cool rag.
The nurse looked down at her with a saddened expression, ‘I’m sorry doll… I’m afraid it’s too late. You’re dilated 8cm now. The baby could come at any moment now and it’s—‘
‘WHAT?! What do you mean it’s too late?!’ She was then hit with an even stronger contraction. ‘UGHHHH! FUCK! August! You son of a bitch! I hope you’re having a goddamn blast where you are or id kill you myself!’
‘MYA! You have to calm down!’ Ericka snapped at her. ‘That wasn’t a nice thing to say about him…’
She finally began to calm down from her moment but in that instant, she broke down in another sob. ‘I miss him ma… I wasn’t suppose to be doing this by myself!’
‘You’re not… I’m here baby… we’re going to get through this together… that’s a promise.’ She said softly as she pushed her daughter’s sweaty, curly hair out of her face.
She wiped her tears with her wrists and looked down at her belly. Another contraction came, this time she closed her eyes and breathe slowly.
‘Good Job sweetie… just breathe.’
***
‘When you feel another contraction sweetie, push OK?! Press your chin into your chest and push with all your might, understand?!’
A nurse held her left leg and her mother held the other. Mya gave the doctor an impatient nod before she was smacked with strong one. ‘Ughhhhhhhh!’ She groaned out as she pushed. The doctor counted as he helped loosen her so the baby could pass easier. ‘OK! Good! Take a breath— when you feel it coming—‘ then she began to push once more.
‘There you go! Here’s the head! You’re doing great sweetie!’
Mya sighed heavily, as she tried to take a moment to breathe but they just kept coming! ‘UUGHHHH! OWWWW!’ She yelped out. She felt like she was being torn apart slowly.
It was like none of those classes mattered! She wasn’t prepared for this kind of pain!
‘I know honey! You’re gonna feel a lot of pressure and a little bit of a burn alright? Just give me one big push!’
‘GRRRRRR!’ And she gave the last push with all her might.
Finally the room was filled with the pained tears of her sweet baby.
‘It’s a girl.’ The doctor said as he carefully cleaned out the baby’s throat and nasal pathways.
‘A girl? A girl!’ Mya repeated as tears filled her eyes. Her mother squealed happily before kissing her head gently.
Not only was she a surprise… but it was what August would’ve wanted. What he said he wanted.
The nurse cleaned off the baby and laid off and laid her on her chest. She had her tiny little fingers in her mouth, sucking away.
‘My girl,’ Mya began to sob, ‘My sweet baby girl! Ava.’ She laughed through her tears as she ran the pad of her thumb over her pink cheek.
‘Ohhh, she’s so beautiful Mimi…’ her mother cooed softly as she gently placed her hand over her tiny covered head.
***
‘She came out looking just like you… a head full of hair… her eyes didn’t come in until later but she stole those from you too.’ She giggled as she looked at him with their baby girl.
August smiled softly as he ran the back of his fingers against her soft cheek. ‘She’s beautiful… I couldn’t imagine-‘ he said as he looked back at her across the table, ‘the pain you went through. With me not being there — it was such an important milestone and I missed it. Im sorry for that… but I won’t miss anymore… I promise.’
Mya tapped her finger on her arm, swallowing her spit. Her eyes roamed his face; taking all of those features she adored so much. That mustache that Was trimmed to perfection, paired up with that 5 o clock shadow. His blue hues were hidden by the darkness but she knew they were glued onto her.
Damn, she missed her man.
‘So what are you going to do if Nathan finds out you’re alive.’
‘He won’t…’
‘How?’
‘Mya… I’ve been gone for a year and you’re already forgotten? I always have a back up plan for my back up plans.’
She smirked gently; trying to hide that giggle that was threatening to come out. She then shook her head as her head fell, ‘I haven’t forgotten how smart you were… it’s one of my favorite things about you.’
August carefully moved the baby so her head was resting on his chest. ‘She’s so tiny… is this normal?!’ He chuckled as he looked up at her, this time his dark blue orbs glistening in the moonlight.
‘Completely. She’s 3 months. She was born 5lbs & 13oz… 18inches long.’
August smiled softly as he began to pat her baby bottom gently. ‘She’s perfect.’
summary: when an old hook up of August's dies, its up to him to step up.
warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of minor character deaths, dad!august, slightly soft!august.
a/n: hope you enjoy!
August opened his eyes, and was greeted by silence. he always was.
he was always greeted with dead silence, and he wouldn't want it any other way.
ever since he was a child, and his father died, he always woke up to an empty house. his mother cared for him sure, but never the way a mother should.
he was 6 when his father, a CIA agent as well, was killed on a relatively low risk mission. it was just supposed to be intel gathering, but a fight broke out and he received a bullet to the head. after his father died, his mother became a whole new person, and that person didn't want little August.
since he was 6, he'd been taking care of himself. when he turned 18, the only thing that changed was he paid is own bills. he'd been buying his own groceries since he was 10, and putting himself through school.
he never asked for help, he never learned to. he never learned what love was, and how to express it. and, to August, it never mattered. he never wanted children, he never wanted to be married.
he was perfectly content.
that was, until yesterday. he had gotten a call from a lady named Anais Torres, informing him of his child.
he didn't know about this child, but apparently she was the result of a hookup over a year ago, and her mother had died last week. he had had a rough mission, and went out to the first bar he could find, in search of some good alcohol and some female company to help him forget, even for just a little while.
as he looked over the file, he saw her name was Maeve Luna Walker. she had his last name, and he was on the birth certificate, so there was no doubt in his mind that she was his. there was a small picture, not a recent one, of her. he guessed it was on the day she was born.
he felt warmth swell in his chest when he saw her chubby cheeks, and dark hair peeking out from the tiny pink hat sat atop her head.
she was a little over 7 months old, and her mother passed away only a week ago. her mother had no other family, she had emancipated herself at 15, and he was the only family she had.
he had considered letting her go into the foster system, but was immediately talked out of my Sloane, who he had called for help after he had gotten the call. she had informed him of the horrible possibilities that could befall this little girl, and he, who was perfectly capable of taking care of a child, couldn't do that to her.
he had called Anais back, and informed her that he would take her. he didn't know anything about raising a child, or love for that matter, but he knew he had to try.
he had driven to his nearest Walmart, and walked to the baby section in search of everything he would need.
Anais had given him a list with the basic necessities, but as he was standing in the aisle that had cribs and bassinets on one side, and strollers and carseats on the other, and was completely lost.
was a bassinet better, or a crib? what type of car seat would be best?
there were so many questions he had, and he most definitely did not have the answers.
thankfully, after a few minutes of struggling, an employee noticed his struggle, and came to help him.
"hello sir. is there anything I can help you with today?" she asked nicely, and August gave her a small smile before answering.
"yes actually. my daughter is moving in with me, and I have nothing for her, and I'm totally clueless to what I need." The associate laughed, and pointed to the cribs.
"lets get you started with cribs." she said, and August made a mental note to give her a large tip for helping him.
August left Walmart two hours later, a crib, car seat, high chair, and all the other baby things he would need in tow.
he checked the time on his dashboard, and saw he only had about an hour and a half before Anais was supposed to be arriving with Maeve, and he had a lot to do.
once he arrived home, he set to building the crib, and was only halfway through when there was a knock at the door. August paused what he was doing, and walked towards the front of his apartment.
he got a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror, and second guessed himself. was he ready to be a father? a dad? he knew next to nothing about children, much less a daughter. he took a deep breath, and continued to the door.
his breath caught in his throat when he laid eyes on his little girl.
she had curly brown hair, and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. he found himself wondering if she also had brown in them, like he did. he noted she was rather chubby, but the associate at Walmart, Cora, had assured him that she'd probably be that way.
"hello Mr Walker. I apologize for being a few minutes late, traffic seems to have picked up." she said, and August nodded, his eyes not leaving Maeve.
"oh it quite alright, I was running behind today too." he assured her, and Anais smiled.
"well, this is Maeve. she's a little tired today, its been a long week, and she doesn't really understand what's happening. she may be a little cranky, especially as it gets closer to her bedtime, but other than that, she's a perfect little angel."
that surprised August. he remembers being a rather defiant child, and was expecting Maeve to be the same, but maybe not.
he nodded, and watched as Anais set Maeve on the carpeted floor. Maeve's eyes glanced around the room, almost unsure of what to think.
Anais's phone dinged, and she looked down. "I apologize, Mr Walker. I have to get going, but everything you need to know is in that file, and all of her stuff is in this bag. if you need anything at all, just give me a call. I have a son around her age so I should be qualified enough to help you." she said, and August thanked her, and she was out the door moments later.
he turned to look at Maeve, who was just gazing up at him.
he bend down to her level, and got a good look at her. "hello, Maeve. I'm your father. I'll tell you this, I have no idea what I'm doing, but I am going to try." he said, and she looked up at him with a smile.
he felt the warmth swell in his chest once more. is that love? he asked himself. he didn't know, but he had a suspicion that it was.
