welcome to the world [nicolette]

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it's a big bad world, sometimes we fall on [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 0b0b0b; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border-bottom: 12px solid #952935; border-top: 12px solid #952935;] our face before we even learn to stand The closer it got to their daughter’s due date, the more anxious Finn had been becoming about the whole thing. Not in a bad way really, just the whole part where they didn’t know exactly when she would come, and it made him wish that they really got more warning than just ‘oh look I think I’m having contractions/my water’s broken’ at any given moment. It really would make the whole process a whole lot smoother because then at least there wouldn’t be a mad dash to the hospital because, well, they would know exactly when it would happen. Then again, as long as she actually came, he would be happy. It was just the whole waiting part that got to him. Nine months had been an awfully long time to wait and he was glad that they had finally reached the end of it. Work had been fairly busy this week, and he had been glad when the weekend had finally rolled around, since he had them off. He could sit at home and relax for the entire weekend, and spend it doing whatever with Nicky, and eventually their daughter when she finally made an appearance into the world, definitely better than working at the local coffee shop like he had been before, combined with university, because between work and study it hadn’t left him with much free time. Sure he worked a solid 9 am to 5 pm shift from Monday to Friday but he got evenings and weekends off so it was definitely worthwhile. And not having any more study to do definitely made it even better, because now a third of his time wasn’t taken up trying to finish assignments or cram in studying for exams. He had enjoyed studying while he had been doing it, but now that it was all over and done with he definitely wasn’t complaining about it. Walking into the kitchen, he filled the kettle up with water, setting it back on the base and switched it on to start boiling, intending to make himself a cup of tea. Before heading to the cabinet where the mugs were kept he realised that he probably ought to ask Nicky if she wanted one as well, retrieving two cups from the cupboard and setting them next to the kettle, figuring that if she didn’t want one he could always put it back when he returned, before heading back out of the kitchen to find where in the apartment his girlfriend had gotten to. onzy | 420 | outfit | whee finally

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[Nicolette Sarah Harrows]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #7d292c solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and it's me and you and we're shakin the ground Nicky had been getting used to the back pain and aches that had come with being pregnant. Her short stature and fine build had made it difficult in the last few weeks to get comfortable in carrying their daughter, and because of this, she was grouchier and more irritable than usual. She tried her absolute best not take it out on Finn, mainly because he was being fantastic about it all, and trying his best to just be supportive. Since she had woken up though, she had been restless and she knew that something was different. Everywhere she looked, there were parenting magazines, or books. She even had one on having a toddler, but Nicky knew that she would never feel fully prepared for what was going to happen soon. She didn't have the confidence in herself about being parent, raising a child and all that Jazz. The doubt was nothing new. She had been wrestling with it since the reality had set in that she was going to be a parent, a mother to a daughter, and it was freaking her out. When Finn had gone to make tea, the small twinges she had felt earlier were gone, and this time replaced by a much stronger contraction that Nicky could be sure to say she was in labour. Standing up slowly, she took a deep breath and made her way to the kitchen, mentally timing the contractions in her head. Standing at the kitchen entrance, she smiled at how simple the routine of making tea seemed to be. Finn, love, I think it's time to go, she said, taking another deep breath and offering him a faint smile. She winced as another contraction went through her, and for once, Nicky was seriously doubting choosing a natural birth, knowing that there was no actual certainty to as how long she was going to be in labour. To be honest, she was starting panic slightly, trying not to think of the worst case scenarios that were springing into her mind. ain't nobody gonna tell us to go cos this is our show tagged tags words 0 muse muse notes notes credits irish & hot chelle rae! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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it's a big bad world, sometimes we fall on [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 0b0b0b; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border-bottom: 12px solid #952935; border-top: 12px solid #952935;] our face before we even learn to stand He hadn’t even made it out of the kitchen when Nicky was walking in. It still felt a little odd, sometimes, to see her tiny form with such a huge stomach since she had been pregnant, he still wasn’t quite sure how she managed it, although he knew it had been getting more difficult in the last few weeks, especially since it had been getting closer and closer to being time to actually have their daughter. So, of course, he hadn’t really blamed her for the couple of times she had gotten short with him or whatever, he could only imagine that it was difficult. “Time to go…?” he said, staring at her blankly for a few moments, blinking a couple of times as his brain tried to process what she was talking about. Go where? And then it hit him. “OH. Time to go.” And here he had been, hoping that he would be fully prepared and ready for this moment… turns out, it was a nearly impossible thing to do. Turning around, he went back to the kettle, switching it back off, not bothering to put the cups back into the cupboard, it wouldn’t hurt them to sit there until whenever it was there was a point where he could put them back, turning back to Nicky after he had done so. Inwardly, he would admit that he was freaking out a little… well, why wouldn’t he be? His girlfriend was in labour and now they had to get to the hospital to wait for their daughter to be born, and there was no knowing how long that would take. And the thought of becoming a father was daunting, on top of all that. “Let’s go then,” he said, reaching down to kiss her on the forehead. “I’ll go and get your bag.” onzy | 305 | outfit | time skip to baby maybe? xD

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[Nicolette Sarah Harrows]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #7d292c solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and it's me and you and we're shakin the ground Nicky was in no rush, but she did get that twinge of annoyance in her when it seemed to take Finn ages to understand what she meant. Her water hadn't broken yet, but once it did, everything would happen pretty quickly from there, so her only concern was getting to the hospital as quickly as she could. Gritting her teeth as another contraction went through her, she all but glared at Finn, an inhuman growl escaping her. Can we just hurry up? Please? she forced out, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself. -*-*-*-*-*-* To say that she felt exhausted was an understatement, but the relief and then happiness she felt at the point in time was something else. With their daughter carefully cradled in her arms, Nicky was back in her back in her hospital room, propped up into a half sitting position. Nine long months of waiting, and they had a beautiful daughter to show for it. Nicky smiled over at Finn, knowing that he was just as relieved that nothing had gone wrong. Do you want to hold your daughter? Nicky asked him with a tired smile. It seemed that nothing could go wrong now. It was so perfect, this moment, and Nicky, despite only being twenty, and not having anticipated being a mother, was just relieved that she had something to show of her life so long. A boyfriend who loved her and a beautiful daughter. It was a lot more than she ever hoped of having in her life. ain't nobody gonna tell us to go cos this is our show tagged tags words 0 muse muse notes notes credits irish & hot chelle rae! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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it's a big bad world, sometimes we fall on [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 0b0b0b; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border-bottom: 12px solid #952935; border-top: 12px solid #952935;] our face before we even learn to stand It had been a long, anxious ordeal… then again, that was to be expected. He thought he had held up fairly well through the whole thing, when before he had been fairly sure that he was going to end up panicking or something, but he had managed to hold it back. And of course, he just had to think that what he was going through wasn’t anywhere near as bad as what Nicky was going through actually giving birth to their daughter, which had helped. And then finally it was over, finally, after nine long months of waiting, and they had their daughter. “Of course,” he answered, moving closer to her bed to take her from Nicky, although he had been content just watching the pair… they really weren’t just spouting some sort of cliché when they said this was probably the most beautiful sight in the world, he definitely agreed with it now… cradling her carefully once Nicky had handed her over to him, marvelling at how tiny she felt in his arms. He looked up from their baby to Nicky, grinning at her. “She’s so perfect,” he said. Too bad his brother, and his father, and her father, weren’t there to see it. But that was what happened when you moved to a different country when these sorts of things happened. onzy | 223 | outfit | whee

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[Nicolette Sarah Harrows]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #7d292c solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] and it's me and you and we're shakin the ground Nicky watched Finn with a smile, pushing herself up on the bed and reaching for the dinner tray. Hospital food was never fantastic, and she couldn’t wait until she was home again. All her fears about being a mother were suddenly gone, but instead it was replaced with a nervous excitement. She was eager about the challenge that had been given her and Finn, eager to be a mother. She would call her father in the morning to inform him of the news, no doubt that it was something that was keeping him awake at night, worrying about her. In his eyes, Nicky was still his little girl, the one that wore pigtails and flowery summer dresses. She still needs a name, Nicky said after she swallowed, looking amused. Six months had obviously never been enough time to decide on a name, and she was sure that it would take a few days more to find something that they both liked. Looking at the fragile bundle in Finn’s arms, she realised the responsibility that they have been given, the blessing that their daughter was. The intelligent blue eyes that belonged to their daughter were open, observing the world around her with silent wonder. What a way to be brought into the world, but now that she was here, Nicky was just content. Once she was finished eating, she pushed away the tray and yawned widely, still feeling the exhaustion that came with the birth. Nicky didn’t want to sleep, still wanting a few more minutes with their little girl. She saw what her father saw now, would probably always see. ain't nobody gonna tell us to go cos this is our show tagged Ish and Finn words 270 muse Downton Abbey notes -flops- credits irish & hot chelle rae! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 101010; border: #262626 solid 10px; width: 515px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] Finn couldn’t really decide where it was he should focus his attention… gaze flitting between the baby in his arms and Nicky, but he couldn’t really wipe the smile off his face, that was for sure. If he had been feeling apprehensive about becoming a father before now, that feeling was most definitely gone now that their daughter had been born, although he had been sure that it would. It hadn’t even been a bad sort of apprehensive, it was the kind where you weren’t sure what was going to happen or how you were going to handle it but somehow you knew that you were going to manage it anyway. And now that she was here, he definitely knew that he could… that they both could. He looked up at his girlfriend again, nodding when she said that they still needed to name her. “Yeah, she does… I don’t imagine calling her baby for the rest of her life would really work out so well,” he answered, grinning. Okay, maybe he should be completely, one hundred percent serious about this right now but it was also one of those occasions where you were just ridiculously happy the whole time. “Maybe we should go with one of the ones we were leaning towards before.” - - - - - - - - - - it doesn't take a sign to see the best things never come for free, and even if it's made to bleed, you know that you can count on me, it doesn't make your plans fall through, it doesn't make your dreams come true, it doesn't make your old ways new, it only means i love you

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