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Title: Amy Blue
Characters: Paige Dineen, Toby Curtis, mention of Happy Quinn
Prompts: baby (FFFC) / birth (100 Fandoms)
Word Count: 534
Finished: 01.07.2020

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Paige rushed through the almost empty floors of the hospital. Toby's call had roused her out of her sleep, but she hadn't hesitated a minute. Hoping that it wasn't as bad as it has sounded, she finally reached the waiting area of the labor ward. Toby was cowering on a chair next to the swing door, kneading his head in both hands.

Paige dropped down beside him, touching his shoulder, which almost made him jump. „Hey, I'm here. What's happened? Happy and the baby...“

Toby looked up, staring at her with wide-open eyes. „She didn't even say a word. She must have been in labor for hours already, but she didn't say a word. But I should have noticed it, that something is going on.“

Paige had to admit that she hadn't noticed anything, too. Happy had been as ever today, slightly snippy, maybe a bit more quiet than usual, but she had done her job without showing any sign of uneasiness. Cabe had suggested already some weeks ago that she might take things easier for some weeks, but Happy had only pulled her face, answering: “I'm pregnant, not dead.“

„It's a bit early,“ Paige said, „but she is okay, isn't she?“

Toby shrugged helplessly. „I don't know. When we reached the hospital, she told me to fuck off when I wanted to help her into a wheelchair. And that she would feed me to the dogs if I would dare to follow her.“

Paige couldn't help it; she laughed silently. „Sounds as if she is okay.“

„But that's not right,“ Toby protested. „I should be at her side right now. What if something happens and she needs me? All I want is to be there for her and the baby.“

Paige grabbed for his hand, squeezing it reassuring. As much as she could understand his feelings, it was not a big surprise that Happy didn't want to have him around right now. She was like that; for her whole life used to it, to deal with everything alone, and even if she loved Toby, the thought that he would see her in this vulnerable, weak state was probably unbearable for her.

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It lasted about an hour before the swing door opened. A young doctor stepped closer, smiling wide. „It's a daughter, Mr. Curtis, gratulation, 7,3 lb, 20 inches, though she is born three weeks early, everything is fine.“

Toby stared at him, barely able to understand his words. Paige stood up. „Happy,“ she asked. „How is she doing?“

„Oh, the mother is fine, too. Refused to have peridural anesthesia, though this makes everything much easier. Right now, she has started a fight with the nurse because she insists on taking care of the baby herself.” The doctor slightly pulled his face. “I guess you should talk with her; she will need to take it slow for the next days.”

“Happy never takes it slow.” Suddenly Toby was grinning wide. “It's much easier to give in because, in the end, she will get what she wants anyway.

Can I see her now, she and Amy?” He turned to Paige, beaming all over the face. “Amy Blue, that's my daughter.”