Later -- much later, in a world that Kurt can't even conceive of then -- they'll be thankful that Miles wasn't there. That the pain and agony and world-shattering fear isn't witnessed, that there's no help, no comfort beyond what Kurt themselves can muster up, but also, when their daughter finally slides into the world, howling like a true wolf, Miles isn't there to see her. Those first instants, when the baby -- small, so small, but strong and kicking and wailing her indignation at being here -- is still covered in blood, still connected to Kurt, when her father should swoop in to praise and comfort and swaddle her are not Miles's. He isn't there.
Corrigan isn't either, but the child is unmistakably his -- curly dark hair, smooth skin a few shades lighter than the Alpha's, a strong, healthy, booming voice. His presence is there as the baby squirms and protests until she's curled up against Kurt's chest, adding to the layers of blood and blinking open her enormous eyes -- their eyes, the same color, the same shape, a perfect mixture of them and Corrigan.
Only then, does Miles return, sauntering in like he hasn't been absent for hours, like he hadn't just abandoned Kurt to suffer all alone. He pauses at the doorway, looking at the blood coating the sheets, the floor, Kurt -- anywhere but at the baby. "Done, then?"
It's an incredibly cruel, heartless thing to say, like this is all some great inconvenience. Like the way his day's been disrupted matters the most.
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Date: 2023-12-18 12:12 am (UTC)Corrigan isn't either, but the child is unmistakably his -- curly dark hair, smooth skin a few shades lighter than the Alpha's, a strong, healthy, booming voice. His presence is there as the baby squirms and protests until she's curled up against Kurt's chest, adding to the layers of blood and blinking open her enormous eyes -- their eyes, the same color, the same shape, a perfect mixture of them and Corrigan.
Only then, does Miles return, sauntering in like he hasn't been absent for hours, like he hadn't just abandoned Kurt to suffer all alone. He pauses at the doorway, looking at the blood coating the sheets, the floor, Kurt -- anywhere but at the baby. "Done, then?"
It's an incredibly cruel, heartless thing to say, like this is all some great inconvenience. Like the way his day's been disrupted matters the most.