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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 12, 2009 0:16:35 GMT -5
Paul couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe it from the moment Rachael had told him that she was pregnant, but now . . . it was even harder to believe. Here they were, in the hospital, sitting here, waiting for the doctors to clean their son and daughter so they could hold them. And it wasn't long until they did. The doctors returned and Paul stood up from the chair positioned next to Rachael's bed. He had been holding her hand, but released it to put out his arms for his . . .
"Here is your son Miss Black, and here is your daughter Mr. Moran. Congratulations!"
With that, the doctor left to give the new parents some privacy. Paul held his daughter in his hands, looking at her eyes which were barley open. She was so tiny, so delicate . . . so beautiful. Paul was never good with children but something instinctive overwhelmed him and he felt that maybe . . . just maybe, he could be a decent father. He wanted to look at Rachael to see her holding their son, but he couldn't break his gaze from his daughter. He put his finger in the palm of her hand, as each of her tiny fingers coiled around his one.
I will not cry . . . I will not cry . . .
Paul used all of his emotional strength to hold back his tears. Why was he crying?! Paul Moran never cried . . . he didn't want anyone to see him cry! But this was such a wonderful thing! It seemed that all the stress of being able to afford children and all the responsibility associated with it, vanished in this very moment. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" He asked, even though it was a question that did not need any answering. He sat back down in the chair next to the bed that Rachael was lying in. He was officially a dad! . . . and he was not going to cry . . . . . .
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Sept 12, 2009 17:18:32 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael was crying. It can out in streams of happy tears and her shoulders shook slightly. She had never been more tired in her life, nor more awake and happy. They had come a week earlier then expected but the doctor had warned her that with twins this often happened. They had not even picked out names for them yet! Her son had been born first, and Rachael had wanted him in her arms more then anything in that moment, however the doctor told her that her daughter was in a hurry and wasn't waiting on them before she made her appearance so Rachael had to wait before holding her babies.
Looking down at her oh so perfect little version of Paul, she knew in that moment more then any other moment that this was it. Her life wasn't going to get any better then---Was Paul crying? Blinking away tears, Rachael laughed, "Looks like she already has you taken in hand, wrapping you around her so tinny fingers." Beautiful? He had asked her that and she had looked up to answer when she had noticed him crying. "They are perfect. No evil has touched them yet, they are just soft, and small and . . . . perfect." [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 17:48:45 GMT -5
Evil. Paul would die before he let any evil touch any of his children. He was going to protect them from everything that had forced him to start phasing. He was not going to let the world negatively effect them. Though this was practically impossible, at this moment, Paul was completely determined to strive for this. "Nothing bad will lay a finger on them," he said, his voice certain but soft at the same time. He could not sound angry right now. Not when he was holding the most beautiful baby girl in his arms. At this moment, Paul felt like he could never be angry again . . . this moment was that perfect. And in this epitome of perfection, he tore his eyes away from his daughter, only to look at the woman who had brought her into this life.
He smiled at her, leaning to kiss her on the lips. It was short, but passionate as he pulled away and looked down at his son, before turning his attention back to the baby he was still holding on to. "Absolutely perfect." Who would have thought that Paul Moran would be the first one to be a father. He -- out of all the wolves -- perhaps seemed like one of the least likely to experience fatherhood before any of the others. Most would have thought Sam to be the first, since he was the first one engaged. But tradition stepped aside to give Paul and Rachael the most amazing gift the world could ever offer them.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Sept 18, 2009 19:05:41 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael smiled up at him and kissed him back. "We need names for them." They had not picked them out yet, thinking they still had a week, or so to think on it. "But I can't think of anything around this joy." Her voice cracked at the end from her tears. Happy tears. SO very happy tears. It had been a shock -to everyone- about the babies, Paul had about freaked out, and Rachael wanted for together the look her father had made when they told him.
But in this moment, it all seemed worth it. All the stress, and morning sickness. Cramps, and backaches. Everything seemed so worth the tiny little baby in her arms. Rachael had a slight fear that one day he would join Paul's life of being part wolf, and she pulled her son closer to her. She never wanted this to happen, never ever. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 19, 2009 10:18:04 GMT -5
Paul knew that he had a lot of things he needed to discuss with Rachael: names, responsibilities, jobs, phasing . . . . that was going to be quite a conversation indeed. He didn't know if she wanted him to stop, or if he was able to carry on for a bit longer. Would he have time to support his family, and perform his duties as beta to Sam's pack? All these stresses however seemed to leave him as he looked at his daughter. Nothing else mattered. His whole life was in this room right now, and they were the only ones that mattered.
"Did we even narrow it down?" He asked, trying to remember but finding it difficult to recall past events right at this moment.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Sept 19, 2009 20:28:38 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] "No," Rachael answered and then laughed softly, "We only made the list bigger." Picking names were hard. Rachael wanted powerful names that meant something and held culture and meaning. She wanted something you would not find every day but still fit into this world. Nothing to make them stand out and be different but something rare and special. She was aware her standards were a bit high but she didn't care. These were her babies, her chance at making and raising something her way. She was the mother now, and the memories she built them would be like her memorizes of her mother. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 22, 2009 14:26:58 GMT -5
He smiled softly as she reminded him that they hadn't even narrowed it down. With everything else going on . . . and the impossibility of choosing the perfect name to suit their perfect children . . . how were they ever going to reach a decision? "My mind's drawing a complete blank," he admitted to her. He was trying to remember some of the names they had really liked, but for some reason, he couldn't remember a single one. Not right now . . . though he knew they would have to at some point. He wanted his daughter and his son to have the best names they could think of.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Nov 23, 2009 16:21:08 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael laughed at his words and shook her head slowly as she stared down at her son. Twins! She wanted names to match sort of. She was sure when they were young they would hate it but as they got older they would come to enjoy the reminder they are twins. At lest she hoped. Something else bothered her. In her arms, she held a perfect baby boy, one who held her bloodline. Her father's bloodline and his fathers, and his fathers. Jacob's bloodline, and Paul's. When she had talked to Sam that first time, the day he helped her move boxes into her new home, he had said that her sons were sure to be alpha's. How could they not, with the bloodline so strong? The only way they could not be, is if Jacob had a son. That wasn't happening, at lest not for many years.
She knew she should take all this in when trying to pick a name, and she did. She thought over it all. However instead of picking a name that would suit an alpha, she tried to pick one that seemed the less like La Push, the lest like a wolf, and more like a cultured city guy. "Misha" She whispered, testing the name out. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Nov 24, 2009 10:20:55 GMT -5
Misha. It was certainly a unique name . . . not one that Paul would have thought of on his own, but that did not mean it did not sound good. In fact, hearing it made Paul smile. "Misha," he repeated. "I like it." He looked at his son in Rachael's hands before turning his attention back to his daughter. She was beautiful, and she needed a beautiful name to go along with her. Thinking along the lines of Misha, and though hadn't intentionally tried to think of a rhyming name, the one that came out did in fact rhyme, and still sounded perfect. "What about Mikka, for our daughter?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of her.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Jan 17, 2010 12:20:23 GMT -5
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[/size][/color] Rachael laughed, "They are going to hate the fact that their names rhyme." She said lovingly. "I like it. For her middle name, can we name her after my mother?" Rachael looked up at Paul, "Mikka Sarah Moran." Rachael wasn't married to Paul, so her name would be different from her children. Which until this moment had not bothered her. Not it seemed to be like nails on a chalk board. A reminder.
"What about Misha's middle name? Do you have anything in mind?" She asked Paul, while looking down at the baby in her arms. It was amazing how you could just love someone so much after a half second of looking at them. Like suddenly you knew everything was going to be different. Nothing would ever be the same, and you loved the idea of that. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jan 20, 2010 15:03:01 GMT -5
"Absolutely," he said in full agreement when she suggested Mikka's middle name. Sarah was perfect. And what Paul did pick up on, was the fact that they were using his last name for her . . . it was something they hadn't discussed in too much detail, but hearing that she was completely willing to make their childrens surname Moran, meant a great deal to him . . . it was also a reminder for him to start seriously thinking about his future with Ray, and though she may have never brought up marriage, he knew that she was more traditional then him. Besides, he did want to marry her . . . he just didn't know when would be a good time. He had a vague idea, which was when he stopped phasing because at least then, he would be more settled and could be more of a family guy instead of running off into the woods every night. "Perfect," he said, speaking aloud his previous thoughts so that he would not blurt something out about getting married.
His mind raced through a list of potential names. Billy? Misha Billy Moran? Naah. Didn't have a good ring to it -- no offense to Billy's name -- . Misha Martin Moran? Absolutely not . . . M cubed just did not sound good. "Ephraim," he suddenly blurted out. Paul knew that the chances of his son being an alpha were very high, seeing as he came from the Black bloodline, and so, he wanted a nice, strong, symbolic name for his son. "Misha Ephraim Moran." It had a wonderful ring to it . . . but he knew of course, he needed Rachael's approval, so she waited to hear what she thought about it.
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