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Okay so @lazylittledragon I am so sorry to just randomly toss this at you and run, but I COULD NOT RESIST AFTER THAT LAST MOMBIN POST!!!! For anyone that hasn't seen it this is inspired by this amazing amazing art
tw: Pregnancy and Childbirth
“Steve I can’t do this-” Robin choked out, unable to complete her sentence as a new wave of pain crashed over her. The plastic of the birthing pool squeaked under her knees as she tried to find any position that would be even slightly more comfortable, her fingers squeezing tightly against Steve’s that were trapped in her iron grip.
“Yeah you can! Robinbird, look at you. You’re already doing it!” Steve said, completely in awe of her, acting like she was doing something special when she was just barely managing to hold on.
He had done this for the whole pregnancy. Every little thing, every milestone, all of it a marvel to him. Like she was brilliant, special, thriving when Robin had spent most of the last nine months alternating between crying, yelling, and crying some more. All of this over something that women went through every single day.
God she had been a mess and now she was messier than ever.
“No, Steve, I mean I don’t think I can do this alone,” Robin sobbed, the tears she had managed to hold back all day finally breaking through. She was hurting, confused, scared, and more than anything she wanted her own mama here with her, which was really something she never thought she would want.
One and done. One and done. She was only going to fuck up one kid. Just like her mom.
A delirious giggle cut through her sobbing, and Robin leaned her forehead against their conjoined hands, continuing to babble.
“I thought I could, I really did, but he’s here, and he’s mine, and I can’t do it alone, Steve. I can’t do this alone-”
Because that was the scary part, wasn’t it? She was alone. She had chosen to do this all by herself, ignoring every person, including her sainted mother, who tried to convince her to wait till she had a partner. She had ignored them all, so sure of herself and her abilities, and now all she could think about was how easy it was going to be to fuck this kid up when there was no one there to help her.
“Alone?” Steve said with a wild laugh, a slightly feral look in his eyes as he raised his free hand up and cupped Robin’s cheek, lifting up her head and brushing away her tears, letting her lean into his familiar, safe, touch, “Now who’s being a dingus?”
Robin shut her eyes against the latest contraction, taking a deep breath in, smelling Steve’s cologne as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, holding onto her tight through the pain. He had always done that. Period cramps, headaches, flu and colds, whatever had happened, Steve had been there.
Steve was here now.
Steve was here.
“Robin, you are not alone. You have never been alone, and you will never be alone,” He whispered furiously into her ear, reading her mind the way he always had, “As long as there is breath in my body, you and this baby will never be alone.”
He had proved it over and over again. Running to get ice cream at three am, holding her hand at every ultrasound, standing in front of their 'how many times have we cried' board, kneeling here on the floor for god knows how many hours it would take to get this GD baby out.
“You’re here?” Robin said softly into the space between just the two of them, her voice wobbling and shaky, but still alive.
@lazylittledragon has been killing me with platonic stobin\mombin
So mom Robin is living in my brain.
Robin picks at her fingernails when she's nervous. It's something Steve has picked up on in the years he's known her. Her rambling is more obvious but if she's quiet, it's the nail picking that's her tell.
Robin called because she wanted to talk. She came over almost an hour ago and she's still sitting quietly just picking at her nails.
Steve grabs one of her hands. Putting a stop to it before she makes on of her fingers bleed. “you know you're safe with me.” he is saying without words. Because they don't need words.
She gives him a watery smile. It says, “this is hard to say.”
He pats her hand. A sign to take her time. The keep sitting still in silence.
Finally Robin makes a choked sound, and says, voice a little shaky. “I want to be a mom.”
Steve nods. Sure, they were at that age, right? Robin just turned 32 on her birthday. “Ok.”
“I want you to be the dad.” She rushes out.
Steve's heart thuds.
“There's no one else I would want to do this with.” She gives him a bigger yet still teary smile.
“Robin, you know I'd do anything for you.” He looks her in the eyes so she knows he means it.
I'm finally back from Haïti to Canada. Lots of things happened while I was away, and I know that I changed a lot during this trip. It was for sure a life-changing experience and I'm not too sure what will be the final result within myself once I'm done reflecting. It's like I feel changed, but cannot yet pin-point the how or the what just yet..? Anyhow, lots of thinking ahead but I'm just super glad to be back to eat and drink because yes, indeed, I'm now qualifying as "malnourished" and "underfed" according to my doctor - There was also a few cases of Typhoid fever and other shenanigans, but I'm not too worried - I know I'll be fine. Still, gotta love that irony; went in for a food security project and here I am, coming back sick myself haha! Buuuut, I really believe it's a good thing to experience the problem firsthand yourself, even though it's no fun with all those violent cramps and fatigue, it shows you how easy you have it and to understand your patients better!
So here I am, back, ready (or am I, really?) to jump back in the crazy North-American lifestyle™ and to get better now; starting work again on Monday and need to register for Geneva University!
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