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  The Baby Meme

The Rules

❥ It's simple. Post with your character with their name and series in the comment title.
❥ People reply to you or you reply to them.
❥ Whoever they are, congratulations! You two now have a crying bawling wailing bundle of joy of your very own. Whether it be biological or you decided to adopt, whatever the case, you are now parents...
❥ ...Good luck!

Comments

Tessa Gray || The Infernal Devices || ota

[likeboudica]

I don't even

[candothat]

[Chekov all but bounds over with their baby, mindfully supporting her head just like all of the parenting manuals said to. The newborn is an adorable thing with big dark eyes, dressed in pink from head to toe, dark wispy curls peeping out from under her pink ushanka.]

Tessa! The doctors say she is very healthy even though she is small. What do we name her? How are you feeling?

[likeboudica]

[ Tessa's in bed, exhausted and amazed all at the same time. When Chekov comes in with their baby, she can't help the smile that threatens to take over her face, sitting up a little higher.

Come here. [ She wants to look at her baby. And be close to him. ]

I am quite well, I suppose, considering.

[candothat]

[He perches on the bed next to Tessa, holding their baby so she can see her. The baby still has that red, slightly-squashed look that all newborns have, but she's undeniably precious... or so her father thinks.]

But tired, yes? You are to stay in bed and tell me if you need anything.

[likeboudica]

[ Tessa reaches out to run a finger over the baby's cheek, very carefully. ] She's beautiful.

I am tired, but— it does not matter, so much. It is well-worth it. [ She has Chekov holding their baby perched on the bed. Everything else comes second to that. ]

[candothat]

Of course she is beautiful. You are her mother; she couldn't be anything but.

[He shifts to offer the quiet baby girl to Tessa.] Are you able to hold her?

[likeboudica]

[ Tessa blushes, she can't help it. ] And you her father. Do not give me all the credit.

[ Tessa holds out her hands. They may be a little shaky, but she knows she would not drop their daughter. ]

[candothat]

Bah. She takes after you, I can tell. [He couldn't be any more pleased with himself and Tessa and their baby, however.

Chekov gently hands the tiny girl to her mother.]

[likeboudica]

You are too kind fo me. [ Tessa takes the baby, cradling her close, careful to support her head. She cannot stop smiling, despite the exhaustion.

Her baby, and her husband. She hadn't believed it possible that she should ever have this, not after Will told her that warlocks are barren. ]

What would you like to call her?

[candothat]

I am not kind enough.

[He doesn't mean it. He's just happy--happy with the entire world, particularly this beautiful woman who, by some miracle, is his wife and the tiny being they brought into existence. Chekov puts an arm around Tessa.]

Something Pavlova, if you do not mind Russian patronymics? Her first name... that must be something very special.

[likeboudica]

You are, Pavel.

[ Tessa leans into him. For all the pain and exhaustion, she would not change a single thing about how they got here, about this moment. ]

I do not mind. Perhaps her third name could be Harriet, though. [ For her dead aunt, the woman who raised Tessa. ]

[candothat]

[He gives Tessa a quick kiss and studies their daughter. Their daughter.]

Harriet is good. We will give her a long name--something Pavlova Harriet Chekov-Gray. Or Harriet first, perhaps.

[Chekov touches one of the child's errant curls reverently.]

Do you like a name like Eidel, or Shayna?

[likeboudica]

[ Tessa will never stop loving the way he offers gestures of affection. ]

Shayna Harriet Pavlova Chekov-Gray. I like that.

trolling in sometime later

[minigolfandsushi]

Hard at work at number two already, eh? You filthy bastards.

[All of this is said just as Peter bursts through the door, carrying a huge bottle of wine in one hand and a penis balloon he picked up at a sex shop because where the fuck do you buy shit for new parents? They don't make stores for that!]

ai ai ai...

[candothat]

Your language, Peter, and this is the first. Still.

[Crazy Peter Vincent and his poor memory. His sense of humor is appreciated, however, and his brand of crazy never hurt anyone.]

What are you doing?

[likeboudica]

[ Tessa sits up a little straighter, drawing Shayna closer against her. Pavel knows Peter, of course, but Tessa does not and she cannot help but worry at his words and even more at the, the thing in his hands. It is hardly appropriate. ]

[minigolfandsushi]

What am I doing? Celebrating your spawn, of course! THIS! [He holds out the bottle of wine] Is to help get you through the long nights of horrific wailing that lie ahead of you. And THIS! [He starts to hold out the balloon, then notices Tessa's expression. Something a few zipcodes away from embarrassment stops him] Well, you know, it played a pretty big role in... It seemed like a good idea at the time. [tries and fails to hide it behind his back]

Oh look! What a cute little alien!

[candothat]

[Chekov looks from Tessa and Shayna to Peter and back. Sometimes he is a little embarrassed by the company he keeps. Honestly, Captain Kirk would be acting much the same way if he was here.]

Thank you for the gifts! You are too generous. [Now let Chekov take that balloon and dispose of it quietly.] Tessa? This is Peter Vincent. Peter, this is Theresa and Shayna Harriet Pavlova Chekov-Gray, and Shayna is very much a human.

[to Tessa, in a whisper] He is harmless and usually means well.

[likeboudica]

[ Tessa looks at Chekov, a little wide-eyed, but gives him a small nod. She trusts him completely, even if his acquaintances seem a little strange at times. She can only imagine Will may seem equally strange to some people. ]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr Vincent.

[minigolfandsushi]

[Peter lets the balloon go reluctantly. This wife of Chekov's has done nothing for his sense of humor.]

I'm not sure I like your tone. [Yeah, he heard that, Chekov.] It's all right. My manhood can take it. It's sturdy. [He thumps his chest.]

Please, call me Peter! Only reporters call me Mr. Vincent. Fucking leeches. Love 'em. And the pleasure - [He bows grandly] has not even begun.


[thought occurs] Is it bad to hit on a man's wife while she's cradling their newborn child? Sorry, habit. I didn't mean - well, not that I wouldn't; you're a Victorian sexbomb if you don't mind my saying - but you love my boy Chekov and he loves you and the proof of that is sleeping right there.


[FUCK this polite society thing is a bitch. stupid fucking Chekov marrying some proper lady creature. He gestures to the wine bottle] Mind if I open that?

[candothat]

[Chekov's sense of humor is just fine. There's just a time and a place, good sir.]

My tone? [Complete wide-eyed innocence here.] Did I say anything inaccurate?

[But... just... what.]

Peter, please. Try to behave appropriately. [This is like asking Spock to think illogically, but it's worth a try. He waves a hand at the bottle of wine.] Go ahead, but I will ask you to leave if you become too loud.

[likeboudica]

[ Tessa feels the blush. A time and a place, indeed. At least he apologised for 'hitting' on her. But. Sexbomb. ]

It is certainly a bad habit. [ Looking down at Shayna, to make sure the child is still asleep and not disturbed by the strange man.

She looks at Chekov, reaching out with the hand not cradling Shayna to her, to take his. She doesn't mind this Peter Vincent, not truly, not when Chekov is joking with him, but she wants the familiarity of her husband beside her regardless. ]

[minigolfandsushi]

Are you saying I'm a loud drunk? [He pops open the bottle and takes a glug.] ...fair enough.

[Taking another glug, he ruffles Chekov's curls.] So. Shayna Harry Pavlov Grey. Innin't she a little short for that.

[He leans closer to the baby.] You're gonna grow up too big for your britches, that's what you're gonna do. [Somehow manages to say that quietly enough to hopefully not disturb the baby.] Then again, with her looks and his brains - or his looks and her brains, either way, I think you're gonna be a winner.

[candothat]

[Any agreement--why yes, you are a loud drunk--is dismissed in favor of sulking. Starfleet officers are not to be treated like puppies and their wives are not to be hit on and called sexbombs.

Chekov sits on the bed next to Tessa and squeezes her hand. He will have to remember to apologize for Peter once he leaves.]

Shayna Harriet Pavlova Chekov-Gray, and we think she will grow into it.

[The baby stays asleep and Chekov finds his friend's words to the newborn sufficiently endearing to forgive Peter's recent misdeeds.] She is already a winner, so far as I am concerned.

I was going to ask you to be her godfather, but perhaps she should not meet you until she is older. [This is said with a smile. That doesn't necessarily mean he's joking, but it's not meant as an attack on Peter's--ah, character.]

[likeboudica]

[ Tessa smiles at Chekov, squeezing back, before she turns to Peter once again.

Very dryly: ] If the name is too much of a mouthful for you, Peter, you may simply call her Shayna.