A lil’ bit of Dad Michael because it warms my soul
When you had told Michael that you were pregnant, his face seemed to wash over pale almost instantaneously. He had walked backwards slowly, until the backs of his knees hit his armchair and he was forced to fall backwards into it. You had knelt down, and placed a hand on his tense thigh. Looking into his eyes you saw the colour rush back into his cheeks, and his face that was at first wracked with fear become full of happiness and pride.
“Our child, will be the happiest child in all of Birmingham,” he said slowly, before smiling widely, the apples of his cheeks positively glowing in the light of the warm fire in the fireplace next to his chair.
You had cherished every moment of your pregnancy, watching your belly grow and grow as you looked in the mirror each morning. The whole process was fascinating for Michael, who loved nothing more than to run his rough and calloused hands over your swollen stomach, gasping slightly as your child kicked and pushed at his hands. When he left the house every morning, he said goodbye to you, kissing you softly on the lips, and also to your belly, planting a small kiss on the growing bump. He greeted you both in the same manner when he returned home in the evening, asking fervent questions about yours and your child’s health and wellbeing.
Labour was difficult. For several hours you screamed and pushed as your child forced its way into the world. Michael paced the room, yelling at the midwife to help you through the ordeal. He screamed at her and paced so ferociously that he was asked to leave the room. He had to pace in the hallway outside instead, calling to you every few minutes so that you knew he was still there.
Your daughter was born late at night, the street and world around you was sleeping and silent, dead almost, and yet, in your house was the most alive it had ever been. Michael had burst into the room as soon as he heard his daughter’s first cries, and had taken her into his arms. He looked to you with fear, but excitement in his eyes.
As your daughter grew, she and her father were inseparable - partners in crime. On several occasions she and Michael went out on trips to the country, or he would take her shopping in London to buy her the latest and most expensive fashions. Michael wasn’t just her father, but her best friend. Together they played mischievous pranks on you and the rest of the Blinders: putting salt in their cups of tea instead of sugar, prank calling Tommy in his office, hiding behind doors to frighten John as he paced through the betting shop.
When she approached adulthood, her relationship with her father was still strong, but she pulled on his tight grasp when she brought boys home or stayed out with her friends until late. These late night rendezvous put pressure on their relationship, and caused frequent heated arguments, always ending in tears and a tight hug.
Although she was growing and moving away from you and Michael, she still was a part of both of you, and in many ways, she was indeed the happiest girl in all of Birmingham.