34th Confession [Video/Possible Action/]

[notabluesbro]

[Well, it was three months in the making. Literally, making. But it's over, and Wolfwood's never been so relieved in his life; it was a bunch of paranoid, silly thoughts, ones that he was able to shove aside when everything had a good ending. It was good to know the Wolfwood lineage wasn't eternally damned when it came to healthy births and decent parents.

After he stays with Milly and the baby for a while, he supposes he should put up a quick mention that, y'know, everything went smoothly. While Milly's sleeping, he fidgets with the camera and let's the journal capture a picture of a little fella who looks something like this. Yes, this kid has a lot of hair. He totally gets it from his daddy. Of course, had he had his eyes open, people would have noticed he got a little of his mama to him, too.]

Looks like it's a boy, born 5:30 PM on the dot at a whopping 9 pounds, 7 ounces. [There's a sympathetic twang to his words, because wow; poor Milly, that is just... awful numbers, right there.]  Definitely a healthy kid. Milly's doing good, at least. Nothing bad to report... save for a broken thumb, but I think that's a fair trade for the dad.

[His thumb, yes. He waggles it in front of the journal, but whatever. He gives no fucks to the injury that his wife caused during the birth.]

We're thinking Noah's a pretty good name. Something cute that he won't be embarrassed about when he's older, right?

...

Noah Wolfwood. It's not a bad name.

[It's kind of surreal, actually, having someone else with your name. Not just a marriage, but an actual honest-to-god chunk of lineage. Now this little triforce is complete.]

Anyone got particular baby advice they wanna hand down? I'm sure Milly'd appreciate it, and frankly, I haven't helped with a newborn in.... well, a hell of a long time. I'm all ears.

[Orphanage, he misses you. There was maybe one occassion they'd dealt with a newborn, but the others who helped run it were a little more skilled at it than he was so he let them swoon and take care of her.

In retrospect, maybe that would have been good practice for him. AW WELL.

People're allowed to visit now at least, once Milly's awake and content with company (which she always seems to be). There are also the usual people working the clinic checking in to make sure everything's going well enough. Law gets his props for being on the ball and good at this sorta' thing.]

((ooc: there's a log up here for visiting after the baby's born, but if you want to visit here it's coolio, too! mainly just leavin' it open for you to do whatever your heart wishes. visiting logs will also have milly involved as well!))

Comments

[Voice]

[healedbythelight]

Yes, I am. I can use some of my healing magic on your thumb, if you'd like, and give little Noah a check-up while I'm at it.

[Voice]

[notabluesbro]

I'm sure neither of us'd mind once everyone's wake and at 'em, but you'll have to get through our nosy doctor. The thumb, though, I'd appreciate regardless.

... Writing's a real pain right now.

[Voice]

[healedbythelight]

Oh, of course. Both the baby and the mother need to rest, first and foremost. [She does hope to catch a glimpse of the baby, though, because... Babies!]

Are you in either of the clinics?

[Voice]

[notabluesbro]

The usual village clinic. I imagine we'll be here for a while, before we're cleared to leave; she'll have no short supply of rest, or else we'll all nag her.

[Voice]

[healedbythelight]

[Oh, perfect. Cheria much prefers the village clinic over the one in the Battle Dome, with all its strange technology.]

Then, I'll be there soon, all right?

[Voice]

[notabluesbro]

Alright! Me and my poor ol' broken thumb'll meet you at the clinic, then. Just ask for where the Wolfwood's are, and we'll be around.

[Voice -> Action]

[healedbythelight]

All right!

[With that, she closes the journal and goes to get her coat. She won't need to bring any medical supplies, since the clinic will have all of that, but... She'll need to bring a present! She is meeting new parents, after all.

After a quick stop at the store, Cheria enters the clinic and glances around in search of the proud father.]

[Action]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood's walking down the hall with a drink - gotta keep himself moving, after being awake for a while, but hey! He smiles and waves.]

Hey there! Nice of you to come by. You're the one who's gonna take a look at my thumb, right?

[it's so very sore, man

GOTTA FIX THIS SO I CAN PROPERLY HOLD MY SON :|]

[Action]

[healedbythelight]

Yes, that's right! My name is Cheria Barnes.

[She nods her head in greeting, then realizes she should probably set her small plastic bag down if she wants to take a good look at that thumb. And Wolfwood's rather tall, too.]

Please, have a seat.

[Action]

[notabluesbro]

[He plops down, content with himself, considering how the day's gone. Also, really tired. But he can deal with that when everything else's factored in.] Thanks for taking the time to come give this poor guy a look-see.

[He holds up the hand that is plagued, sighing.]

It's been giving me grief all day.

[not here]

[stungunning]

[Oh you big baby, don't you talk about grief until you've spent thirteen hours trying to push a nine pound seven ounce human being out of your vagina.]

[not here]

[notabluesbro]

[I LET YOU BREAK MY FINGER WHAT ELSE CAN I GIVE YOU TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOUR VAGINAL GRIEF]

[Action]

[healedbythelight]

[Cheria leans forward to observe the thumb from a few different angles. Hmm, bruising is definitely starting to show and there's a good chance it really is broken.]

May I ask what happened?

[Action]

[notabluesbro]

Ah.... well. My wife accidently broke it while she was giving birth.

She's a pretty strong lady, and all.

[Action]

[healedbythelight]

[The more Cheria sees and hears of childbirth, the less unpleasant it seems to her.]

Oh my! That's... [Owww.] The bone still seems to be in place, but it'd be best to use healing magic after applying a splint.

[Action]

[notabluesbro]

Hey, that sounds good to me. Whatever you gotta' do; I'm too content today to care about some little break or two.

[Action]

[healedbythelight]

All right. Then, please wait here a moment.

[She'll just gather the supplies she needs for a splint real quick, so Wolfwood can go back to his son as soon as possible.]

[Action]

[notabluesbro]

Got it.

[Awesome, he would looove to hold his son without pain in his hand. Lucky you, he's a great patient. :|b]

[Action]

[healedbythelight]

[Cheria soon returns with all the things she needs. She carefully starts to set up the splint, trying not to cause too much pain for Wolfwood as she works.]

So... How long have you and your wife been in Luceti? [Yes, she likes to assume that everyone who has babies here has gotten married beforehand.]

[Action]

[notabluesbro]

Ah, well. I'm going on two years come August, and Milly's... I think she's been here for about a year now. Maybe a little longer. Everything pretty much moved at lightspeed since then.

[Action]

[healedbythelight]

[A year... Cheria's been here for a year as well. Does that mean-

Oh, no, what is she thinking? Sir Wolfwood is much older than Asbel, and Miss Milly is surely older than Cheria as well. Goodness, that was a silly thought she just had.]

... Is that so? Are you two from the same world?

[Action]

[notabluesbro]

That's right—a little desert planet somewhere out there.

[Action]

[healedbythelight]

A desert planet? [She pauses winding the bandage around Wolfwood's hand for a moment. Does that mean it's all like Strahta?]

... That must be hot.

[Action]

[notabluesbro]

Oh, extremely. Especially since we have two suns and all.

[Action]

[healedbythelight]

Two suns? ... Are they both up during the day?