ATF Universe
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Magnificent Seven, Trilogy, Mirsch, MGM, and CBS do. Dr. Haviland is a creation of my own imagination. Mog created the ATF realm this is set in.
Note: This was written as a good luck charm for one of my dearest friends, Renee. Love ya, Nee!
I'm so damn scared.
I can just feel the blood running out of my face and judging by Buck's
expression he's amazed I can get any whiter.
"Everything's gonna be just fine, JD. She's gonna pull through, I promise."
"But what if...
I feel sick. I thought I was ready for this. Me and her, we love each other.
We'd do anything for each other. That's why we got married.
"Do you, John Daniel Dunne, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded
wife?" I can still hear the priest.
And my stuttering response. "Y-Ye-Yes Sir, I D-d-ddo." She'd laughed at me that day, smiling that
bright smile that absolutely warms me up and makes me feel like I could just
fly. I know she loves me. I could see it in her eyes when she told me the news.
"JD! JD, you're not gonna believe it! I'm
pregnant! We're gonna have a baby!" Without thinking I'd swung her up in
my arms, twirling around the room. She clung to me and we'd both laughed like
loons. As soon as the guys found out they began giving advice, even though
"Now, Son, make sure she don't decorate the nursery with hearts and
flowers. You want this kid to be tough and strong. Make sure he's got a
baseball glove right off the bat; he's gotta be ready
to learn how to catch. But make sure you let ol' Buck
tell him about the birds and the bees. He can't learn from no better than
me." Typical Buck, nothin' but
sports and women.
The scream pierces the silence and I bolt up from my chair. That's it; no one's
keeping me out of that room. I'm going to be with my wife! I burst through the
bedroom door and Dr. Haviland completely ignores me.
She doesn't though.
"JD!" Tears. That's
the first thing I notice. She's been crying. She is crying! I cross the room
quickly and grasp her hand. I still feel the anxiety, but I'm where I should be
now.
It doesn't take much longer. I'm absolutely fascinated by this, but when I see
the pain she's in, I swear, I'm never going to make love to her again! I don't
want to ever put her through this again. Oh god, can I actually live without
touching her? Can I live without being joined to the other half of myself? I
don't know if I can do this! Jesus, why does it have to hurt her so much?
"One more good push!" Dr. Haviland shouts.
She grunts with effort, the grunt turning into a keening shriek. A loud lusty
cry joins making the room fill with that joyous music. As soon as Dr. Haviland raises him, her?, I
laugh, ignoring the tears that fill my eyes. My child! Possessively I watch as
Dr. Haviland wipes and wraps the baby up. The bundle
is put into my arms and I can only stare in wonder.
I lean closer to my wife, settling beside her on our bed, and our eyes meet.
She's exhausted, but she still wants to see our child. "Congratulations,
Mr. and Mrs. Dunne. You have a beautiful new daughter."
We're a family! I'm a father. Thank you God for blessing us like this! I look
up and see
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