"Maybe when you’ve done the whole baby thing alright?" No. Not a chance he, and he doubted Freddie, would want see her march off on some stupid adventure. Although he doubted they could stop her if she wanted to. But yeah, right now, baby. No adventuring. Not anymore. That was over for the both of them and although Butch was a little saddened at the thought of them not being able to go out and just cause havoc like they used to do. But there was going to be a whole new adventure for them now. Babies and kids, who’d have fucking thought the two idiots from the vault would be parents. "Your’s Nosebleed, now come on, it’s time to have a baby. Quit whinin’ and fuckin’ do what the Doc says before you break my hand off." All said with the utmost love and affection he could possibly muster under the strain of her crushing his hand.
As the small wail echoed through the room, both heads snapped towards the end of the bed. She’d done it. “You fuckin’ did it Maria. Look you just had a fuckin’ baby! Shit, I should watch my language. Nah fuck that you just had a baby! You’re a Mom!” Freddie stood there with a look of amazement or shock, perhaps both. Just simply staring at the child that Preston was now wrapping up in a towel, a complacent smile resting on his lips.
"Congratulations to you both.
Adventure was a distant possibility now. She was about to embark on a bigger adventure, something much more than just taking Butch and her Plasma Rifle out for a walk to kick ass. Those cries said she was a mother now. Mother first, Lone Wanderer second. She’d joined the same club as Butch now; parenthood. Tired yet somehow still wide and excited eyes search around the room wanting to get a glimpse at her child, she could see Preston standing with a bundle, her bundle — her Pud.
Reaching out she grabbed Freddie’s hand she gives it a gentle squeeze, chuckling lightly at his pale face. “You’re a daddy now.” her voice is hoarse but she’s smiling brightly. Her and Freddie; mother and father. Their parents would have been proud.
"Preston, Preston." She cranes in the bed impatiently. "Let me see, I want to meet my baby."
robotsandsodapop he did!
"Come on darlin’ you can do this." If anyone can it was her, she’d been through so much and lost too much as well. It was high time she got something just for herself. Butch couldn’t imagine anyone more suitable for the role as Mother then Maria, this kid was going to live like a fucking queen or king round here. Once again he mopped the beads of sweat from her brow and let her crush his hand, fuck it she was the one shoving a child out at the moment he wasn’t even going to mention the numb hand and how he was pretty sure she could have fractured it.
Freddie somewhat nursed his painful hand, a nervous grin as the realization waved over him. They were about to have a baby. Like right now. Any minute now, they would hear the cries and there he or she would be. Their child. Nausea waved over him, not just because he was terrified and he had every reason to be but because this was a turning point in both their lives. He was going to have to man up, this child couldn’t have a Father that jumped at his own shadow, they needed someone strong and confident to look up to and those words just didn’t match Freddie at all. Obviously they had Maria, someone that was every bit confident and strong, she could do this he knew deep down that she would be a wonderful Mother. He doubted his own worth as a Father and whether he could step up to the role. But these thoughts came far too late, because doubt and reasoning would no longer help him. He would just have to manage, try his damned hardest to be the best role model he possibly could. All he could do right now was wait, encourage Maria along and be there for her.
"You’re doing good Maria, keep going not long now. And again, push."
"Butch I want to go fight Deathclaws, it might be less PAINFUL."
Teeth bared and sweat beading on her brow she pushed, the screams echoing around the room probably sending everyone in the nearest vicinity possibly deaf. Suck it up boys, you’re not the one giving birth right now.
"Who’s idea was it to have a fUCking baby! FucKING HELL."
Neither of theirs really but it had happened and despite the pain and the troubles they’d been through and were going to go through at the end of this, soon, so very soon, she’d be holding her first child. It was crazy, scary and oh so very exciting. Her eyes clamp shut and she pushes again, this time harder. One more. It had to just be one more. PLEASE let it be only one. The poor bones in Butch’s hand crack more and more so under her iron grip, and Freddie’s bleary complexion seemingly pales a little more but she doesn’t notice that, she doesn’t notice any of it.
Come on Pud, come on now. Out you come, Mama’s had enough now—
And then it came.
The unmistakeable sound of new life being born.
"Yeah, y-yeah that’s what he said." Oh mierda infierno. Soon! They were going to have a baby soon. Alright he knew this was coming. They had planned for this, he knew this. But the reality of it was they were having a baby. In a short time they would be holding their child and that was terrifying. Once again he had to push that thought aside just so he could concentrate on being there for Maria, however difficult it was he was trying his damned hardest to remain calm (ish) for her and their unborn child. "It depends, all instances are different in your case be lucky that is it going to be a relatively quick labor."
"W-we are. Y-you can do this tesoro." He was there, he would not buckle, he promised not to and he wouldn’t. “Has it happened?!” His eyes snapped to the door, thank god. Butch. Just in case something did happen, at least he was not here. Within seconds he was at Maria’s other side, brushing her hair from her brow and planting a kiss on top of her brow. “Y’ready for this Nosebleed, huh? Time to be a Mom.” A dorkish grin beamed down on her. "Alright Maria, on your next contraction I want you to push."
Lucky her indeed. It was a good thing she supposed that it was happening in a flash than being drawn out — she’d talked about it with Susie not all that long ago and after hearing that with Ellie she’d been in labour for fifteen hours she’d had honest to god nightmares and prayed her duration wasn’t as long. Someone was really looking down on her in favour today. She liked to think that it was her parents really. Away forever but always around in spirit. Thanks Dad, thanks Mom.
As soon as Butch arrived she beamed and instantly grabbed for his hand, giving Freddie’s a break. Butch could take it and if he couldn’t then it was hard fucking luck, he wasn’t the one currently having a child.
"About time you got here Dumb Dumb. Pud isn’t fucking waiting." she laughs through the sweat and tears. Then she looks to Preston standing at her foot, prepared and ready for what was coming next. Push. She just had to push. Sounded simple enough even if it seemed to her akin to pushing a watermelon through the needle of a pin.
"I can’t, I CAN’T."
She was honestly terrified but this was her baby. Their baby. Daddy was here and now so was it’s uncle. The circle was incomplete but at least 2/3 of the most important men in her child’s life were here. So, she bites down on the bullet (or at least crushes Butch’s hand between hers) and pushes.
It was time to have a baby.
"Please Miss, just lay back we’ll do everything else." He proceed to help Maria whilst Freddie managed to try and pry his hand away from Maria’s and make his way to the cabinet with all the things ready and waiting for her. They had planned ahead, something to do with helping Freddie deal with the up and coming baby. His panic attacks, although somewhat hidden as best they could from Maria, had been apparent to Preston. He had suggested trying to make things easier for them both by preparing ahead of time. As the date grew closer, they had begun work on setting some things aside for her so they were easily accessed when the time came. That way Freddie wasn’t bumbling around the clinic, like he already had been doing, and it would ease his mind knowing that everything was there for her when she needed it.
Which was right now.
He grabbed everything, whether they needed it now or not, there was probably way more than he needed, but better safe then sorry in the end. This was his child and Maria he was thinking about. No not thinking about the baby right now. Moving his way round the equipment he handed the bundle to Preston to got to work placing the towels around her and over her. "She’s not far off now."
The room was emptier than she wanted, where was Butch, Harkness — okay, he was probably on duty but Butch was supposed to be here he wasn’t running fast enough. Okay. That wasn’t fair but damn she was in distress she was allowed to be irrational and have outbursts of anger and emotion. If she could on anything else but the baby pushing it’s way out into the big wide world.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Breathe. Breath. In. Out. Fuuuck.
"Not far off?" She asks eyes trying to lock on Preston’s firmly. "You mean Pud is coming right now? I thought labour lasted hours…"
It was all a little bit of a blur from where she laid right now. Freddie running around, Preston professionally moving her into a more comfortable and appropriate position.
Shit. She wasn’t ready.
"Freddie. Freddie—" she holds out her hand. "We’re having a baby."
 I’M ON MY WAY!
 Tell him to man up!
 I’m 2 minutes away tell baby to wait till uncle is there!
 go faster
She yells out so loud Butch and the rest of the ship could probably hear.
Alright. Ouch. That hurt a lot. But he persisted because he couldn’t even think about what she was going through right now without going dizzy and feeling faint. He had to concentrate on his job. Being there for Maria, without having an anxiety attack or crashing.
"H-He’s coming n-now Maria." He winced at the words, because although true in some sense he didn’t mean to. "I-I’m love. It’ll be ov-over soon. P-Promise. J-Just think of the b-baby." No. He couldn’t think of that right now. After all this they would have a baby. A child. The wave of nausea came over him as he tried to stop his knees from buckling.
Preston ignored the whole thing, moving around the room like it was someone that had come in with a headache. He urged him to hurry. To get on with it. "Now Maria deep breathes, in and out." He spoken in the most monotonous voice. "We need to remove your clothes firstly and check how far gone you are. Fredrick, you can go get your other half some painkillers, without destroying the rest of my clinic."
The bones in Freddie’s hand were under insurmountable stress but it was nothing compared to what she was feeling right now. Frankly she’d love to be having her hand crushed over this but she just had to think of the baby, think of the baby — at the end of this, if there were no complications, she’d finally get to meet her Little Pud. She smiles for a second at the thought. Her, Freddie and their child. A family. It was honestly insane to think. Taking in another deep breath she turns her perspired face to look at her partner who looked almost as distressed as her. “Freddie. Stay calm for us, please.” as much as she loved him now wasn’t the time to be worrying about him because she knew she’d fuss and stress wasn’t good for the baby. Not at such a vital time like this.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
"WHAT do you think I’ve been doing Doc?" she yells, pushed by the pain. She offers him an apologetic look and continues the pattern, slowly trying to reach down and remove her leggings. No use. "Cut them off if you have to just—" she groans again, eyes slamming shut. "DO something."
 I’M ON MY WAY!
 No having that baby without me there!
 Be there in 5 minutes I’,m running as fast as I can
 People need to move the fuck out of my way!
 if pud comes pud comes i dont think i’m stopping the little tyke
 i think ive broken freddies hand
 I’M ON MY WAY!
 Dizzy and my head hurts. ARE YOU OKAY? I had to be in the broken bow when you go into a fucking labour didn’t I!
 I have pain medicine you can have some for your head when you get here sweetie.
 i’m fine just you know agony feel like im going to split in half or explode or both hurry up butchie please i need you here
 I’M ON MY WAY!
 HURRY UP !!!!!!
 I’M GOING AS FAST AS I CAN DARLING
 Fuck I just ran into a wall
 oh honey are you okay you haven’t hurt yourself have you?
He probably ran into nearly everything along the way to Preston, he didn’t look back to check although the clattering sounds that laid waste behind him told him that he had not bothered to look where he was going. No time. Baby. Rounding the corner he holds himself up against the wall, panting and pointing in the direction of Maria.
"Is there a problem Fredrick?"
All he could manage was a frantic nod and more pointing. "Now. B-baby."
Preston slowly lowers his glasses, apparently not in as much of a panic and hurry as Freddie was. "Right firstly what have I told you. Panicking is not going to help any situation, I should only have to tell her to take deep breathes not you as well. Secondly, you know what we need, we discussed this, go on now. I’ll go see how far gone she is."
With another frantic nod and a deep breathe he made his way (still bumping into everything) back into the room, instantly kneeling next to Maria, clasping her hand.
Wasn’t somebody supposed to bring her painkillers because she could really do with a tonne of them right about fucking now. Deep breaths Maria, deep, calming, breaths —
How the fuck she was supposed to remain calm though, she really didn’t know. As Freddie returned she frantically searched for his hand, kneading the flesh when it came into contact with hers, squeezing each time Pud decided to send another ‘I’m coming’ shock wave through her system.
"Where’s Preston, does he have painkillers?" She groaned, "You did this to me."
His eyes widened just for a moment. Alright no, more like a few moments as Maria came into the room with the dreaded question he knew had been lingering closer and closer. "In….in the b-back… why? Is i-it now?!"
Right. Right. RIGHT. Baby. Now. He had to do something. Anytime now would be good. Staring blankly at the wall was not going to help matters much. If at all. "N-no, no mi tesoro. W-we need to l-lay you down." He managed unfreeze himself from the floor and make his way over to her, arms round her shoulders and one hooked under her arm to support her along to the bed. "I-I’ll go get P-Preston, j-just try and s-stay calm." No matter the training he had had under Prestons management, he would have never been prepared for this situation.
Lying back as ordered she places her hands on her stomach and just breathes, in and out, in and out. Jesus this was scary. As Freddie rushed off she lifted up her hand, fingers reaching out for him — don’t leave me, come back, shout Preston you don’t need to go and GET him.
"Ffffffffffuu— Pud just stay inside, it’s warm in there and safe, much safer. Mama isn’t ready."
Not by a long shot.
 I’M ON MY WAY!
 HURRY UP !!!!!!