milieva_fics | Doctor Who: A Long Awaited Arrival

Title: A Long Awaited Arrival

Characters: Rose, OC
Warnings: Angsty baby-fic
Disclaimer: No matter how angsty the series gets I had nothing to do with it.
Prompt:

60damnprompts: 60 days in the life of Rose Tyler: Day 59: Borrowed (Prompt Table)

Summary: Rose gives birth to the baby, alone.

The pains had started early that morning. Rose had spent most of those first hours huddled in her bed, listening closely to the sounds of the house. Her mother had some social event that day and was taking Will along so her friends could fawn over him. Both Pete and Mickey were at work. It wouldn’t be too long until she was alone in the house.

Just as she wanted.

Once the front door closed the final time, she crawled out of her bed. She had to cling to the duvet for stability as her legs were trembling so hard she wasn’t sure if they would hold her or not.

She stumbled to the door and grasped the doorframe as another spasm shot through her. Gasping a bit as she caught her breath, she moved determinedly into the hallway, taking a left toward her daughter’s nursery.

The pain in her back and side were awful. She held tightly to the back of the rocking chair, fighting back tears. Once the pain eased, she staggered on toward the chest of drawers and pulled open the bottom drawer. Taking out a soft pink blanket, and a little white babygro, she made her way back.

Back in her own room, Rose began to search through her drawers for something to bite down on. Who knew when her mother would return and she would need to stifle her screams. Finding nothing there she moved to her wardrobe. Hanging from a hook on the door was a thick brown belt Mickey had lent her some time back.

That would do.

She carried the belt in her right hand and braced herself with her left as she moved back into her en suite bathroom where she planned to settle in and prepare for the birth of her child, but she was restless and couldn’t make herself relax.

Pacing across the tiled floor, she tried to calm herself. She had everything she needed. Towels, scissors, string, everything, it was all laid out in the shower stall, because that was the most logical place.

And it would be the easiest place to clean afterward.

Oh, how her back ached. The contractions were coming more frequently now. It was going to be over soon. The thought was supposed to comfort her, but it only made her more anxious. She just couldn’t stamp the foreboding feeling something was going to go terribly wrong.

It was still another ten minutes of weak, trembling pacing before she realized she still clutched the borrowed belt in her right hand. Her knuckles white from clinging so tightly to it. She stared hard at it as if it were the first time she’d seen it before a thought struck her, more of a primal urge really.

It was time.

Stumbling into the shower stall, she sat heavily on the floor as she curled around herself waiting out another terrible spasm. She wondered for the life of her how some women were willing to go through this over a dozen times. Taking the side of the belt into her mouth, she bit down hard, thinking this part of the plan was likely a stupid, and totally useless idea.

Pain tore through her as she felt the urge to push.

Pulling herself back up to her feet, she grabbed at the tile behind her, trying for something to hold as she squatted down and cried in agony.

The minutes seemed to crawl by like years. Rose was beginning to believe she might actually die here. She’d read countless reports of alien pregnancies during her time at Torchwood. Most of them hadn’t ended well for the mothers. Was she going to be just another in a long line of deaths?

After what must have been a century of excruciating pain, she felt something emerge partially. It must be the head, she thought, but she wasn’t going to confirm it yet as her body was urging her to give it another push.

The pressure released and she heard a weak cry from the floor as she collapsed into a puddle on the floor.

It took all her strength to lift her baby into her arms. When she was finally looking down into the face of the child she had carried inside her for so many months, Rose couldn’t begin to describe how she felt.

Gathering up the shreds of her energy, she wrapped Lily in a towel and wiped her face clean, before checking her over for any sort of injury or malformation. Ten fingers, ten toes, two ear, one nose, two ears… Everything looked as it should.

Fumbling her hand across the floor she found the scissors and string and managed to tie and cut the umbilical cord.

Weak and trembling, Rose climbed to her feet and made her way to her bed. She was so terribly tired. Her body felt so completely drained, she didn’t know if she would ever have energy again. She carefully laid her baby on a pillow and crawled under the blankets beside her, gazing in wonder at this new little life she’d brought into the world.

“We’re going to get out of here, you and me,” Rose promised as she drifted off into unconsciousness.

The baby cooed at her, almost as if she were begging her to stay awake. When Rose didn’t respond, she let out a feeble cry.

Next: Day 60: Blue