Meeting Aquila~ Charoix
Summery: Croix meets Aquila for the first time (Years later au)
A/N- LOOK BABY STUFF KILL ME AND @theneonflower MADE CHAROIX YEARS LATER AU BABY STUFF AND I GOT SO EMOTIONAL (cause I got reminded of when I first met my youngest sister when she was born) THAT I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS TO CALM MY EMOTIONS SO HERE YA GO, HAVE THIS
Croix knows she isn’t perfect, in fact she is far from perfect. She is someone who fell from heaven again and again. Somehow, heaven followed her down to earth. For what else can be a logical reason for her predicament right now?
She’s pacing outside a hospital room, waiting for the clearance to go see her wife Chariot and her new daughter. She was waiting to see Chariot, her wife and her newly born daughter that she shares with Chariot. Never in her entire life Croix believed these things would ever come true, yes when she was younger she fantasised being married to Chariot but having and raising a family with her? That was just unheard of.
The door opens with creak, snapping Croix back from her inner monologue as she rushes to the midwife in front of it. “You can come in but your daughter is asleep.” She whispers, opening the door wider for Croix to enter. Croix doesn’t speak, her mind shaken from the overwhelming nerves that are scattered in her system but she breathes out a shaky nod as she steps into the room only to forget how to do so when the door shuts quietly behind her. Her mind just focuses on the sight in front of her trying to capture this beautiful moment, everything else is secondary. She doesn’t even recall walking forward to Chariot’s side with her eyes wide open and mouth hanging in awe at both of them.
Croix watches her daughter rise up and down slowly against her mother’s chest, soft noises leaving her nose and mouth as she sleeps. She takes a mental note of the hair on her head, the plump cheeks and the peaceful expression on her face. Then she swallows her gasp down her throat at she just looks over her child.
She was so tiny. They didn’t tell her how small and fragile looking she could be. She wanted to touch her, just to assure herself that this was real. That this human being in front of her, this beautiful accident was real and alive. But how can she do that when she looked so small and fragile?
Croix looks briefly at Chariot, her eyes gazing in soft reassurance, a mental message to tell her that she won’t do anything wrong. Croix nods again, believing in her silence but that doesn’t stop her hand trembling as it edges closer to her child.
It pauses a few inches above her as the child squirms ever so lightly, the little fist being outstretched, as if she knows Croix was there waiting for her. Croix takes another breath to steady herself and her beating heart. In a small gentle manner, Croix pushes a finger towards the closed fist. Upon immediate contact, several things happen at once.
Firstly, her child doesn’t hesitate to clutch that finger with all her might. Secondly, something in Croix just burst in her chest, a feeling close to euphoria and ethereal happiness as she revels at the touch and contact between them. Thirdly, Croix smiles, the corners of her eyes tickled with tears as she becomes undone.
“She’s beautiful.” She whispers to Chariot, still marvelling on how real this is.
“She’s ours,” Chariot smiles as their eyes catch each other’s. The smile on Croix’s face turns watery as revelation that this happening, that this daughter is theirs, that she now has a family with Chariot just hits hers. She doesn’t even try to stop the tears from flowing anymore, only attempting to make sure none of them goes on her daughter.
Croix knew she wasn’t perfect. But god damn it she will try her hardest to be perfect parent for her daughter. She deserves it.