#greatgilbert

Miranda was feeling pretty bummed, needless to say.  She was at cheer, hence the outfit, when one of her girls had the audacity to drop her.  Her ankle had twisted in a weird way and now, here she was -- missing practice with a gigantic, honking goose-egg on the spot that used to be her right ankle.  

She was going to kill someone.  Literally kill, as in:  actual murder.  She was going to start with the girl, Alex, who'd dropped her.  Talk about punishment.  Miranda would wring her dry.

But for now, she was stuck on the table, kicking her legs, bored.  She didn't need to be here.  Miranda Sommers had been injured before; she'd be injured again.  She wasn't the type to mope over it ... at least, not in public.  So, she hopped off the table, favoring her injured foot.  She kept it elevated and hobbled on one leg over to the sink to play with the various doctor-ly tools.

Bet the doctor's old as shit.  She grinned to herself, vaguely aware of the door being knocked upon and then opened.  In fact, it wasn't until she turned, wide-eyed and surprised, that she even registered who was there.

-- and honestly, he was so hot that she almost went for a clean fracture in her ankle as opposed to just a sprain, because she all but threw herself back onto the table.  

otp alert

Really muggy night in June. Grayson wouldn’t let me inside the delivery room, because he said I would “micro-manage.”

Okay. — Guilty as charged. So, I waited outside. With the frogs. That were mating. Really loudly. Thanks, babe.

There was a lot of pacing. You know, I never thought I’d be so strung out over someone else giving birth, but god (— and take it from someone who’s been pregnant and who’s adopted, the latter is way more stressful). Or maybe it’s just because I’m a control freak.  Who knows? I mean, god forbid, she somehow gives birth ‘the wrong way’.  What the hell, Miranda.

Anyway… it was just us there that night.  I mean, he had a nurse on call if he needed one, but the whole situation was … meant to be kept private.

I went back inside to check on them.  Well, on everything.  And there she was.  There both of them were.

I cried off about a pound of mascara, probably, because there’s my husband, and he’s holding this little girl— our little girl— and she’s so beautiful.  Elena’s crying. I’m crying, probably harder. I don’t know if I’m at liberty to say whether or not my husband was crying, but there was definitely a lot of crying.

It was probably about two in the morning, so everyone was exhausted.  Isobel was doing really well, but she wasn’t really interested in the baby so much as finally going to sleep. After several hours of labor, can’t say I blame her, but…

It was weird.  I was looking at another woman’s child for maybe one seconds before it clicked in my mind.  This was my little girl, our little girl.  It didn’t matter who gave birth to her, because I was her mother.

God, she was gorgeous, too.  Just the most beautiful, sweet little baby.

Just blacklist it, lol. So so bad.

Name: Thomas Gilbert 

Gender: Male

General Appearance: 

Personality: Inquisitive, stubborn, protective, family oriented 

Special Talents: Hunter

Who they like better: He loves them both the same — though he knows who to go to when he wants something.

Who they take after more:Dad