Ema Skies
February 19, 2021 8:32 PM
Unconditional love by Ema Skies
In theory, Ema was hanging out with her sister right now. It was a pretty raucous social gathering, given that Krissy had fallen asleep whilst Ema made them tea, and so now Ema was just sitting with her drink firmly behind an age line, cradling May. Or ‘Baby’ as most other people were still calling her. Frank and Krissy’s plans of Juno or Jupiter had been scuppered by the baby arriving two weeks early. Ema couldn’t help but secretly agree with May’s opinions on her prospective names (especially as Jupiter had very little to do with the month of June), and during her first moments alone with her had congratulated her on instigating her first act of tiny rebellion at a minus number of hours old, and encouraged her to continue on in that way. There was a chalkboard in the kitchen now full of new ideas, none of which had been settled on. A few of them began ‘May’ or ‘Mae’ but everyone else seemed to think it was too plain on its own. Ema wasn’t convinced there was anything wrong with that but no one was asking her. Her suggestion that ‘Mae-Something’ was starting to sound really good and why not just go with that had similarly not been welcome.May was easily the tiniest human Ema had ever met. She hadn’t been around when Araminta had been born, and she’d sort of been almost human with like… a degree of head control by the time Ema had first seen her. May had been hours old the first time she had held her, and it had been love at first sight. She hadn’t thought it was possible to love someone this deeply when you couldn’t have a proper conversation with them.
Franklin had joked about how he would have to apologise to Killian for making Ema broody, at which point she had threatened to endanger Franklin’s ability to add any further to his family if he did so. Her brother-in-law was used enough to her being ‘too feminist’ and ‘not able to take a joke’ for this to strike him as anything other than Ema being Ema. She had warned Killian, in the weeks before May’s arrival, that her family were exactly the sort to make all the wrong comments, but that she was perfectly happy to shut them down with the fact that it was none of their business. She almost hoped she got to tell Franklin that her uterus was none of his business because she was pretty sure that hearing the word ‘uterus’ in casual conversation was not a thing he would cope well with.
She loved May though. She loved her tiny little fingers, and her big eyes, and that everything about her was adorable. And returnable. If she cried, if she pooped or was gross or stopped being cute, or if Ema just wanted her life back, she could hand her over to someone else.
Killian was going to come by later to pick her up, and to be introduced. She should probably wake Krissy before then, if she didn’t wake up, because she’d be embarrassed to be caught napping. And because for all he said he was ‘fine’ with all this, she wasn’t sure how walking in and finding her cradling a baby with the world’s soppiest expression on her face would go over. Though she was going to have to fight hard not to look like she was head over heels about more than one person in the room when he arrived.
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