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toxic_cornSeries: When I Was A Boy
Title: Welcome to Existence (12/12)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Firefly belongs to Joss but Jamey's mine.
Summary: Back to the beginning.
Warning: Raynekid fic. The central focus is NOT Rayne.
Notes: The Sequel series to Songs From a Firefly. To catch up on this series, check out the organizational post.
Welcome to Existence
Jayne paced the floor and had a weird feeling. Day-ja view or something. But the weird feeling faded and all that was left was anxiety.
“Shouldn’t they be done now?” he growled.
“Every woman is different,” River said, patiently. She patted the seat next to her.
He dropped down into the tiny, uncomfortable chair. “Can’t help feelin’ worried. They’re too young.”
“They’re older than I was,” she reminded him.
Jayne rubbed his face with his hands. “Don’t remind me.”
“I’m sure everything’s fine,” Kaylee said with her usual cheeriness. She turned to Simon. “But maybe you should go in there and check? I think Emmy would feel better havin’ one of her doctors be someone she knows.”
Simon smiled at her. “The doctors know what they’re doing, Kaylee.”
“Oh, I know.” She nodded but still looked troubled.
The doors slammed open and everyone leapt to their feet. They all sat down again when they saw it was Nettie, dressed in a floor length gown, face covered in stage makeup.
“I skipped the encore,” she said, breathlessly. She saw Ben had saved her a seat and took it, dropping her head on his shoulder. “Are we still baby-less?”
“Uh huh,” everyone said.
“Well, Emmy is havin’ twins, it’s probably gonna take longer,” Mal said.
“Wonder how that happened,” Jayne said, sitting back and crossing his arms. “Don’t have any twins in my family.”
“It may run on Emmy’s side,” Simon pointed out.
Jayne grunted and they waited in anxious silence.
Another hour passed and another.
Finally, the doors opened and Jamey came in, looking exhausted.
“Well?” Jayne asked, anxiously.
Jamey grinned. “Babies. Boy and a girl.”
Everyone whooped and started hugging each other.
“Is Emmy okay?” Kaylee asked.
“Emmy’s okay. She’s resting but she told me to tell you she’s lookin’ forward to seeing you all.” Jamey bounced on the balls of his feet, excitedly. “The nurses are gonna put the kids in the nursery in the next few minutes if you wanna see ‘em. I’m headed there myself.”
Jamey led the way, accepting the pats on the back and shoulder with a brilliant smile.
~*~
Jamey held his little daughter in his arms, staring into her face. She and her brother and Emmy had come home just two days ago and he had yet to grow tired of looking at them, holding them. He liked kissing them on their heads; they had a soft, milky smell.
The door slid open and Jamey smiled when he saw it was Pop. “Hi.”
“Hey. How’s the littlun doin’?”
“She’s sleeping.” Jamey cuddled her close and she heaved a pleased-sounding little sigh.
“Nettie always made that sound when I was holdin’ ‘er,” Pop said. He sat down next to Jamey on the bed. “Means she’s gonna love ya the rest of ‘er life, even when ya mess up.” He paused. “You’ll mess up, ya know.”
“I know,” Jamey said, wryly.
Pop rubbed his neck. “Look, I don’t got much advice ‘n I think you been gettin’ enough of it the last few days but… just do yer best. That’s all I can say.”
“I will.” Jamey nodded and looked down at the baby. “I just hope I can do half the job you did.”
“Huh?” Pop blinked in surprise.
“Yeah. You’re a tough act to follow, Pop. I hope Ronny and Jayna love me and Emmy the way Nettie and I love you guys.”
“They will.” Jayne reached out and tickled the baby under her chin. “I think these are my favorite grandbabies.”
“Until Nettie starts havin’ ‘em, right?”
Pop scowled. “Don’t even start thinkin’ that.”
“Why not? She ‘n Ben are gettin’ married next month, it only stands to reason they’d-”
“Stoppit.”
Jamey laughed. “Sorry. Guess I should knock off teasin’ ya. ‘M not a kid anymore.”
“Nope.” Pop stared at Jamey and Jayna for a minute. “You’re really not.”
“You okay, Pop?”
He shook himself. “Yeah, ‘m fine. Just came down here to tell ya that Emmy’s ready for this ‘un here and she wants ya t’ put Ronny down.”
“Okay.” He started to go but paused at the door. “Pop?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for the advice.”
Pop nodded, once. “Any time.”
Not wanting to make a further soppy scene, Jamey continued on up to the mess where his wife and son were waiting for him, cooing at his daughter all the while.
The End
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And that's the end. I know this fic/these characters over-stayed their welcome but I've really enjoyed writing them and I've liked seeing the characters through your eyes, too. So many people have been warm and encouraging and I've gotten so many great comments from you guys. Thank you so much for reading, it's been fun.
If you haven't yet, check out the Additional Characters post to meet the new characters introduced in this series. I'm not completely done with these characters yet; I have a kidfic prompt to write and bigger plans for Nettie that may not be quite what some of you are thinking. If you have the patience, stay tuned!
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Previous < Just What I Needed : Start Over > She's A Sticky-Fingered Filcher - When River and Jayne first start their relationship.
Title: Welcome to Existence (12/12)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Firefly belongs to Joss but Jamey's mine.
Summary: Back to the beginning.
Warning: Raynekid fic. The central focus is NOT Rayne.
Notes: The Sequel series to Songs From a Firefly. To catch up on this series, check out the organizational post.
Welcome to Existence
Jayne paced the floor and had a weird feeling. Day-ja view or something. But the weird feeling faded and all that was left was anxiety.
“Shouldn’t they be done now?” he growled.
“Every woman is different,” River said, patiently. She patted the seat next to her.
He dropped down into the tiny, uncomfortable chair. “Can’t help feelin’ worried. They’re too young.”
“They’re older than I was,” she reminded him.
Jayne rubbed his face with his hands. “Don’t remind me.”
“I’m sure everything’s fine,” Kaylee said with her usual cheeriness. She turned to Simon. “But maybe you should go in there and check? I think Emmy would feel better havin’ one of her doctors be someone she knows.”
Simon smiled at her. “The doctors know what they’re doing, Kaylee.”
“Oh, I know.” She nodded but still looked troubled.
The doors slammed open and everyone leapt to their feet. They all sat down again when they saw it was Nettie, dressed in a floor length gown, face covered in stage makeup.
“I skipped the encore,” she said, breathlessly. She saw Ben had saved her a seat and took it, dropping her head on his shoulder. “Are we still baby-less?”
“Uh huh,” everyone said.
“Well, Emmy is havin’ twins, it’s probably gonna take longer,” Mal said.
“Wonder how that happened,” Jayne said, sitting back and crossing his arms. “Don’t have any twins in my family.”
“It may run on Emmy’s side,” Simon pointed out.
Jayne grunted and they waited in anxious silence.
Another hour passed and another.
Finally, the doors opened and Jamey came in, looking exhausted.
“Well?” Jayne asked, anxiously.
Jamey grinned. “Babies. Boy and a girl.”
Everyone whooped and started hugging each other.
“Is Emmy okay?” Kaylee asked.
“Emmy’s okay. She’s resting but she told me to tell you she’s lookin’ forward to seeing you all.” Jamey bounced on the balls of his feet, excitedly. “The nurses are gonna put the kids in the nursery in the next few minutes if you wanna see ‘em. I’m headed there myself.”
Jamey led the way, accepting the pats on the back and shoulder with a brilliant smile.
Jamey held his little daughter in his arms, staring into her face. She and her brother and Emmy had come home just two days ago and he had yet to grow tired of looking at them, holding them. He liked kissing them on their heads; they had a soft, milky smell.
The door slid open and Jamey smiled when he saw it was Pop. “Hi.”
“Hey. How’s the littlun doin’?”
“She’s sleeping.” Jamey cuddled her close and she heaved a pleased-sounding little sigh.
“Nettie always made that sound when I was holdin’ ‘er,” Pop said. He sat down next to Jamey on the bed. “Means she’s gonna love ya the rest of ‘er life, even when ya mess up.” He paused. “You’ll mess up, ya know.”
“I know,” Jamey said, wryly.
Pop rubbed his neck. “Look, I don’t got much advice ‘n I think you been gettin’ enough of it the last few days but… just do yer best. That’s all I can say.”
“I will.” Jamey nodded and looked down at the baby. “I just hope I can do half the job you did.”
“Huh?” Pop blinked in surprise.
“Yeah. You’re a tough act to follow, Pop. I hope Ronny and Jayna love me and Emmy the way Nettie and I love you guys.”
“They will.” Jayne reached out and tickled the baby under her chin. “I think these are my favorite grandbabies.”
“Until Nettie starts havin’ ‘em, right?”
Pop scowled. “Don’t even start thinkin’ that.”
“Why not? She ‘n Ben are gettin’ married next month, it only stands to reason they’d-”
“Stoppit.”
Jamey laughed. “Sorry. Guess I should knock off teasin’ ya. ‘M not a kid anymore.”
“Nope.” Pop stared at Jamey and Jayna for a minute. “You’re really not.”
“You okay, Pop?”
He shook himself. “Yeah, ‘m fine. Just came down here to tell ya that Emmy’s ready for this ‘un here and she wants ya t’ put Ronny down.”
“Okay.” He started to go but paused at the door. “Pop?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for the advice.”
Pop nodded, once. “Any time.”
Not wanting to make a further soppy scene, Jamey continued on up to the mess where his wife and son were waiting for him, cooing at his daughter all the while.
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And that's the end. I know this fic/these characters over-stayed their welcome but I've really enjoyed writing them and I've liked seeing the characters through your eyes, too. So many people have been warm and encouraging and I've gotten so many great comments from you guys. Thank you so much for reading, it's been fun.
If you haven't yet, check out the Additional Characters post to meet the new characters introduced in this series. I'm not completely done with these characters yet; I have a kidfic prompt to write and bigger plans for Nettie that may not be quite what some of you are thinking. If you have the patience, stay tuned!
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Date: 2006-11-21 11:08 pm (UTC)