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toxic_cornSeries: When I Was A Boy
Title: Sweet Baby James (1/12)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All things Firefly belong to Joss Whedon and I, a lowly undergraduate, only own Jamey.
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Jayne damn near wore a path in the floor outside the infirmary. No matter how much Kaylee tried to cajole him into sitting down, he kept right on pacing, staring at the covered windows. He couldn’t stand the thought of his River girl in there, in pain all because of him.
He’d originally started out beside her, holding her hand and helping her through that weird breathing they’d learned together but the second she cried out in pain, he’d punched the Doc and been sent outside.
Now his brother-in-law had to deliver Jayne’s child with a black eye and Jayne wasn’t even going to be able to see it.
Several hours passed and Mal was trying to get him to go lay down, try to get some sleep. No way in ruttin’ hell was Jayne gonna leave his baby girl in there by herself. ‘Sides, it was useless trying to sleep without her, he’d gotten used to the feel of her pressed against his back or sprawled across his chest, breathing softly.
A sudden blood-curdling shriek from River sent him tearing for the door. It took Mal, Wash, the Shepherd, Inara, and a very pregnant Zoe to keep him from barreling into the infirmary.
“Lemme go!” Jayne snarled, struggling to free himself. “My girl’s in there!!”
“Best you stay right here, Jayne,” Mal said. “Doc’s going to need at least one functioning eye to get through this.”
River’s cries tapered off and were replaced by much higher ones from the child. His child.
When Simon opened the door, the others let Jayne free and he hurried in to stand by his wife’s side.
“We got a boy or girl?” Jayne asked. River had known all along which they were having, but Jayne wanted to be surprised and River had respected that.
Her smile was proud but tired. “A boy. Come meet him, Jayne.”
Feeling almost shy, Jayne crept forwards and stared down at the little lump in River’s arms. His boy was red, wrinkled, and had a weird bit of fringe on his head standing up.
He was beautiful.
“This is your daddy,” River told the baby, who looked up at her blearily. “He’s going to hold you, now.”
“Is it safe?” Jayne asked. “I mean, he’s all tiny and I don’t wanna break ‘im or nothin’.”
Simon peeked his head in. “It’ll be fine. Just wash your hands, Jayne.”
Jayne did so and then accepted his son carefully. He stared down at the child’s tired face and found himself grinning. “Hi, James.”
“You’ve named him for me?” River asked, sounding more amused than angry.
“Uh, see… When I was little, when folks met me the first time, they always misheard my Ma and thought my name was James. I kinda liked it for awhile, until someone got to correctin’ ‘em.” Jayne shrugged, embarrassed. “I told myself that if I ever had a boy, I’d name ‘im James, the name I always wanted.”
“James,” River said, musing. “One who supplants. James taking the place of Jayne.” She smiled a little. “Only metaphorically. I’ll love both of my men equally.”
Jayne handed the baby back to River, carefully placing him in her arms. “He still needs a middle name.”
“Simon.”
“No.” Jayne scowled.
“You chose the first name, it’s only fair I choose the second!”
“We ain’t namin’ the baby after your brother and that’s final.”
River narrowed her eyes. “I suppose James will be an only child, then.”
It took Jayne a moment to understand her meaning. “Hey, now, girl. That ain’t fair.”
“Simon’s good enough to bring your child into this world but not good enough to name the child after him?!”
“I-” Jayne took one look at the determined look on her face and gave up. “Fine. James Simon Cobb it is. I think that double ‘s’ is awkward as hell, though.”
“Don’t care,” River said, nuzzling a kiss onto James’ cheek. “He’ll be Jamey, anyway. Jamey Simon and no awkward double ‘s.’”
“Guess that works. Whaddya say, Jamey?”
But Jamey was asleep, exhausted after his long journey.
END
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Title: Sweet Baby James (1/12)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All things Firefly belong to Joss Whedon and I, a lowly undergraduate, only own Jamey.
Notes: Since Jamey's sister took over Songs From a Firefly, I decided to write a Jamey-centric series. And here it is. I'm writing ahead and I've decided to post a chapter of this a week so updates should be consistent. Woohoo, consistency! The series title and chapter title come from
curikitten's suggestions, which were splendid.Jayne damn near wore a path in the floor outside the infirmary. No matter how much Kaylee tried to cajole him into sitting down, he kept right on pacing, staring at the covered windows. He couldn’t stand the thought of his River girl in there, in pain all because of him.
He’d originally started out beside her, holding her hand and helping her through that weird breathing they’d learned together but the second she cried out in pain, he’d punched the Doc and been sent outside.
Now his brother-in-law had to deliver Jayne’s child with a black eye and Jayne wasn’t even going to be able to see it.
Several hours passed and Mal was trying to get him to go lay down, try to get some sleep. No way in ruttin’ hell was Jayne gonna leave his baby girl in there by herself. ‘Sides, it was useless trying to sleep without her, he’d gotten used to the feel of her pressed against his back or sprawled across his chest, breathing softly.
A sudden blood-curdling shriek from River sent him tearing for the door. It took Mal, Wash, the Shepherd, Inara, and a very pregnant Zoe to keep him from barreling into the infirmary.
“Lemme go!” Jayne snarled, struggling to free himself. “My girl’s in there!!”
“Best you stay right here, Jayne,” Mal said. “Doc’s going to need at least one functioning eye to get through this.”
River’s cries tapered off and were replaced by much higher ones from the child. His child.
When Simon opened the door, the others let Jayne free and he hurried in to stand by his wife’s side.
“We got a boy or girl?” Jayne asked. River had known all along which they were having, but Jayne wanted to be surprised and River had respected that.
Her smile was proud but tired. “A boy. Come meet him, Jayne.”
Feeling almost shy, Jayne crept forwards and stared down at the little lump in River’s arms. His boy was red, wrinkled, and had a weird bit of fringe on his head standing up.
He was beautiful.
“This is your daddy,” River told the baby, who looked up at her blearily. “He’s going to hold you, now.”
“Is it safe?” Jayne asked. “I mean, he’s all tiny and I don’t wanna break ‘im or nothin’.”
Simon peeked his head in. “It’ll be fine. Just wash your hands, Jayne.”
Jayne did so and then accepted his son carefully. He stared down at the child’s tired face and found himself grinning. “Hi, James.”
“You’ve named him for me?” River asked, sounding more amused than angry.
“Uh, see… When I was little, when folks met me the first time, they always misheard my Ma and thought my name was James. I kinda liked it for awhile, until someone got to correctin’ ‘em.” Jayne shrugged, embarrassed. “I told myself that if I ever had a boy, I’d name ‘im James, the name I always wanted.”
“James,” River said, musing. “One who supplants. James taking the place of Jayne.” She smiled a little. “Only metaphorically. I’ll love both of my men equally.”
Jayne handed the baby back to River, carefully placing him in her arms. “He still needs a middle name.”
“Simon.”
“No.” Jayne scowled.
“You chose the first name, it’s only fair I choose the second!”
“We ain’t namin’ the baby after your brother and that’s final.”
River narrowed her eyes. “I suppose James will be an only child, then.”
It took Jayne a moment to understand her meaning. “Hey, now, girl. That ain’t fair.”
“Simon’s good enough to bring your child into this world but not good enough to name the child after him?!”
“I-” Jayne took one look at the determined look on her face and gave up. “Fine. James Simon Cobb it is. I think that double ‘s’ is awkward as hell, though.”
“Don’t care,” River said, nuzzling a kiss onto James’ cheek. “He’ll be Jamey, anyway. Jamey Simon and no awkward double ‘s.’”
“Guess that works. Whaddya say, Jamey?”
But Jamey was asleep, exhausted after his long journey.
END
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