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Sometimes in life things happen that weren't supposed to. Everyone had done at least one thing they knew they shouldn't have but yet still did anyways. Whether it was good or bad is a different question.
Graves had always been a rebellious person. Breaking rules, testing limits, rarely obeying anyone. Her family has so many stories just from her childhood years. She somewhat calmed down once she reached her adulthood; she couldn't act like that in the marines. Shit, they'll send your ass straight back to whatever recruiter you came from.
But she made it out just fine. Moving on and even getting to start her own company after a few good damn years. God, she was so proud of that. She truly did love her company and her men with all of her heart. They were her biggest accomplishment, so they mattered in a way Graves couldn't find the proper word for it. She'd do anything for her men, anything.
Which explained how this hellhole started. A simple mission that was supposed to go well didn't, leaving Shadows to get captured by Konni. Graves was livid when she found out. Immediately wanting to go and get them. But when a deal came up she just couldn't say no. Her for them, an exchange. They met somewhere in Europe, some place cold. Graves got her shadows back but they lost her. She doesn't even remember seeing them go. Losing her consciousness, her vision started to fade away while she saw her small gunship leaving.
She had no clue why Makarov wanted her. Maybe it was to torture her, try and get information out of her, or kill her himself. Many people wanted to do that. Surprisingly it was none of that. He wanted to work with her. He'd help her go find Shepherd after he left her, again, to pick up his broken pieces, and she'd help him kill an enemy. The enemy of my enemy is my friend—apparently. What the great shadow commander should have done was deny the offer and go back to her men. But she didn't. Graves confirmed the deal. She truly was a traitor through and through.
At first it seemed odd, which it was. They got annoyed and angry easily, they were both stubborn, and they both were used to being in charge. They clashed with each other like two different extremes. But they still tried working together, even if it seemed impossible to. But it only took a couple of days before they were somewhat getting along, then a few weeks to be friendly, and by the few months mark it happened.
Graves still remembers it so vividly, every detail still in her mind. They weren't drunk, fully sober. They were just talking about her life, how she wasn't married, didn't have a fiancée, too focused on her work to try and get into a relationship. Makarov said it was the same for him, but he couldn't find any woman to stand him to want to marry. A few more words were exchanged and before she knew it, she was in her bed. Letting him touch her in places that hadn't been touched in a while. God, Graves remembered how sore she was in the morning. Along with how many hickeys and marks Makarov left on her body.
It was only the one time. But then once became twice, then it started happening more, and by the time they had finished their main mission, it was happening every other night. She should've stopped it the second his lips touched hers but she couldn't resist. Graves practically let him do whatever he wanted to her. Not that it bothered her.
But months later, after the two stopped working together Graves got checked out. Which was when she was told. Sitting on a medical bed, she was told by a doctor she was carrying a baby. Fuck, maybe hooking up with a terrorist that made sure he left her leaking every time he was inside her wasn't a good idea. But damn did she enjoy it every time.
As much as Graves wanted to be surprised, she wasn't. Knowing there was a chance at conceiving and they didn't use protection. She never thought it would catch but that wasn't a good enough excuse.
It only got worse when Makarov found out somehow.
He just appeared out of nowhere and spoke to Graves. Practically asking for her to keep the baby, how he'd care for the baby when it came, how he'd pay for everything and nobody had to know, how she could live like a queen if she went through with it. It definitely shocked her. It felt weird seeing him like that. Desperate in a way.
However the decision was made the same night. She'd have the baby and they both would be involved in the child's life. They would be together like a normal family, or at least try to act like one. Graves would still be the commander of her company, and Makarov would still be doing what he normally did. All of it would be in secret. Nobody needed to know, not even her shadows.
-
Nighttime was usually calm and quiet around the compound. He was just there for a few days. Resting in one of the offices after one of Konni group's ops which did happen but it didn't go as well as he hoped. He wasn't hurt enough. Still able to walk and do everything he usually can. That didn't mean he wasn't in an unhappy mood. He was irritated with many things, including the nurse who kept checking in on him.
“Я уже сказала тебе, я в порядке.” I've already told you, I'm fine. He practically growled when she came in again. The fifth time in the past hour. Of course she was just worried about her boss but it was starting to get on his nerves. “Просто хочу убедиться, командир. Вы нужны нам живым.” I just want to make sure, Commander. We need you alive. It was her job to worry for him. Even if he didn't want it.
He looked back at her, his brows furrowed and his lips curled into a frown. Clearly done with her. “Приходи завтра. А теперь оставь меня в покое.” Come tomorrow. Now leave me alone. Makarov turned away from her girl as he sat down behind the desk. Just wanting to be by himself for a while. Finally, the nurse nodded and left, closing the door behind her.
Now he can deal with his headache in peace.
It wasn't like he did have a lot of alone time. Barely a few minutes before one of his burner phones started ringing. He picked it up, not bothering to look at the caller ID. “Что ты хочешь?” What do you want? He answered it with slight anger—just wanting a little bit of peace. Not realizing who it was.
“You better get your ass over here.” Graves’ sweet southern accent grunted. Her voice sounded off in some sort of way. Like she was in pain. It made him tense up slightly.
“Is everything alright?”
“No, your kid decided that tonight's the night.”
He immediately knew what she was saying, getting up from his chair quickly. Moving like a man on a mission. He kept talking to Graves, wanting to be there for her while she dealt with the worst of it. “Where are you?” He questioned, heading to a room that housed all of his airborne equipment.
Makarov could hear her taking a deep breath over the phone. “At the home you brought me to after kidnapping me. Currently in the bedroom.” She answered, more steady now that the contraction had passed. Hopefully she didn't get another one soon, or at least until Makarov was there.
“Konni kidnapped you, not me.” He chuckled a bit, smiling.
“You control Konni.” The group came and took her out of her home a few days prior and moved her to a different home near a hospital. On Makarov's orders, of course. Both of them knew the baby was coming soon and wanted Graves out of her HQ. As much as he trusted the shadows with Graves since they were her soldiers, he did not trust them with his baby.
The terrorist went into the hangar, looking around for some of his men and the plane they were taking. “Самолет готов? Малыш скоро появится.” Is the plane ready? The baby is coming soon. All of them nodded and immediately went to grab a few others. Yelling orders at them.
“I still want to go to a hospital. I want to pick it. You got to be in charge of everything else these nine months.” She spoke up over the phone, sounding a bit bitter. Makarov had already changed where her checkups were. She preferred being in control, not just listening to him. “You know we can't. I can't go with you unless it's one of the hospitals nearby.” He answered truthfully. Makarov did want her happy but in order to not mess with anything, every single thing had to be specific.
The plane started up as the men started getting ready to leave the compound. A few others hop onto the plane, some of Konni's best operators. They knew what they were doing. Go and retrieve Graves; bring her back to the compound unharmed.
“Should I be getting ready or is it gonna take you seventeen years to get here?” Her voice was smoother than before, sounding calmer again. That was good. Meant they still had a while until the baby was coming. “If you want, the plane is just leaving now.”
It would take them a couple of hours before they would be there. Makarov wished he had ordered his men to bring her to one of the compounds instead of the old home. Would've made it easier for him to be with Graves when she needed him.
He heard her sigh over the phone. “My back hurts, feels like I'm carrying a thousand pounds in my front.” Graves complained. Makarov opened his mouth to say she practically was but stopped. Rather not anger her before she was gonna push out his kid. Which they both knew she wasn't looking forward to.
“They'll be there soon, my love. Just hold on for me.” The men were finally starting the engine, signaling to him that they were going.
“You better be. You aren't getting to hold your kid if otherwise.”
He smiled as she hung up. Knowing her and how petty she could be, that could absolutely happen. But they would make sure he'd be there on time. Not wanting to deal with the wrath of Shadow Company's commander.
“Все готово, мы будем там через несколько часов.” Everything is ready, we will be there in a few hours. An operator spoke up, looking back at Makarov as the end of the plane was starting to close, getting ready to take off. Perfect. They'd be there before Graves were to have the baby. If everything went well.
“Хороший.” Good.
-
The dusk sky looked pretty. It always did in Graves’ eyes. Ever since she could remember, her dad always told her that she was practically in love while she watched the sky turn into different shades of reds, oranges, and pinks. The only thing that somewhat ruined the mood was the cold which was starting to come. But in all fairness, she was almost naked. No shirt or bra and just some very loose pants.
No one would see her though, it was just her on the land, well besides some animals that didn't belong to her. Not that she minded. The Commander enjoyed being by herself—especially now. Well, she wasn't truly just by herself. Still had the baby inside her.
Surprisingly, Graves wasn't scared or at least she didn't feel like it. Not by a long shot. All she could feel was her back and lower stomach hurting and her chest itching. It was fine but damn was it uncomfortable. It just felt like a cramp for now but Graves knew it would worsen.
Speaking of the devil. She let out a quiet gasp when a cramp came up again. Her hand gripped her bare thigh, nails digging into her skin just enough for her to focus on that. Just a bit worse than the last one but that still hurts like hell.
Finally having enough of the outside light, she got up. Heading back inside the house she's been living in for the past few days. It was a small house, still somewhat modern for it being considered a farmhouse. The way it was built was more for a small apartment layout but Graves didn't care. It did its purpose.
‘Can't wait to be done with this.’ Graves thought as she went to her kitchen. It wasn't the worst nine months she's ever experienced but for the past few days she's wanted the kid out. She grabbed a cold hushpuppy out of the fridge and took a bite out of it. She couldn't wait to have normal food again. The poor gal misses it with a passion.
“Your dad better give me some good food after pushin’ ya out.” Graves murmured, a hand going to hold her stomach. “You'll get yours too, don't worry. Let you have as much food as your little body can hold.” If it wasn't clear enough, she really wanted to have the baby out. She was so close, just a couple of hours and they'd be here.
“Your daddy's gonna love you. I remember how happy he was when I said yes to his wishes. Cuddled against my stomach that night. All the way until the sun came up.” She added with a smile. As much as she knew it was wrong and that she should've never had any relationship with Makarov, Graves was happy she did. He was actually really interested in having a baby. Was the best partner he could be. Taking care of Graves, helping her with everything—shit, he even helped get her milk out when it came.
When she felt a little kick to the side of her stomach, Graves stopped talking. Wanting to see if she'd do it again. It wasn't often that the baby did kick, not really being social. Another kick came, a bit harder this time. “There we go.” She sighed. Closing her eyes and leaning against the counter. Thinking about how the baby was going to affect everything.
First, her body. Everything changed about her body. At first she hated it. Not wanting to change. But the Russian terrorist managed to make her see she was beautiful with and without the baby. Second, her job. Graves couldn't really be in the field while pregnant but she still stayed as commander. Going on maternity leave very late. Telling her shadows she was sick. Third, her life. From being a soldier to being a mother would definitely be a challenge. But Graves was sure she could handle that.
If she were honest, she never really wanted to be a mom. Graves already had to be one for her siblings as they grew up. Dad wasn't around often. No hate to him though, CIA shit always kept him busy, but he was still there for them when he was needed most. He was their sole parent while Graves got to play mom with theirs got fucking drunk or high throughout different parts of Texas. Only coming around for trouble, sex, drugs, or money.
Every fucking time that woman came around always pissed her off. Her dad usually had to scare the lady off, saying that he'd kill her if she came back sooner than later while Graves hid with her siblings. Comforting them as they cried from fear, anger, or just irritation. Her dad never did kill the bitch though. Graves wished he did. Got tired of hearing the woman's voice at night banging on their door to let her in as well as saying her mom just wasn't in her life every time she was asked why she only had a dad.
Seeing what her mom was, she didn't want to become that. So Graves promised herself never to become a mom. To never go down that path and be worth nothing. Yet here she was, only a few hours away from giving birth. The promise was different this time.
Be a better mom than hers ever was.
Graves always wondered if she'd be like her mom when she got older. If she'd just be another junkie who wasn't able to accomplish anything. Her dad always said she wouldn't be, that she'd be one of the best while she cried into his arms again.
For her, her father was everything to her and her family. She'd be lost without him despite how little he was with his children.
Oh, how Graves couldn't wait to let her dad hold her baby. Imagining how happy the old man would be to hold a life that his eldest created. The big, bad, scary CIA operator turned into a giddy old man as he held his grandchildren. Knowing how much he loved her nieces and nephews, she knew he'd be ecstatic when he got to see hers.
He didn't exactly know who the father of her child was, but he didn't care. As long as she was safe and he took care of them both. Graves knew she would have to eventually tell him who it was. She just hoped his old heart could handle the information.
‘Huh?’ Graves' attention went to the wetness going down her torso. She took a look down and sighed once she knew what it was. She started leaking, great.
“Goddamnit…” She sighed before getting off the counter, heading to her bathroom to clean up.
-
It had been a couple of hours later. Only three really. Graves was in her bedroom, just pacing around to pass the time for a few minutes after a cramp. She'd deal with a few small ones but nothing that made her want to rip out her insides.
A bag was on her bed, packed with things she might have needed. Pairs of clothes, mainly for her. A small bag full of shower items for the afterbirth, some chargers, hair ties, slip-on shoes, and a few pads. Either for milk or her period when it came.
It was now hitting her that she'd be a mother in a few hours. That sooner or later she'd have a baby to take care of. Graves took a deep breath, calming herself down a bit. She didn't need to panic, she'd be fine. Hopefully.
Her attention went to her door when she heard a couple of knocks. Tensing up a bit before grabbing a knife in her nightstand. “Who is it?”
“Konni.”
Graves sighed, letting go of the knife before going back to her bag as she put the last few items in. “You can come in.” She wasn't naked anymore, wearing a jacket and some sweatpants. Two operators came in, Warden and Banshee, personally some of her favorite operators.
“Are you ready to go?” Banshee asked as she came up to Graves. Just glancing at all the things the Commander had packed. Graves nodded, closing her bag and heading to grab some shoes for their leave as she thought about all the items. Making sure she didn't leave anything behind.
“Yeah, I should have everything.” Graves tried grabbing some shoes on the floor but gave up when she couldn't bend down too much.
Warden came up to her, grabbing them for her and helping Graves put them on. “We can't come back so be positive that's everything there.” Once the shoes were on, she stood back up, staying by the Commander just in case she needed help again. “Positive.” Graves replied and went to grab the bag but stopped halfway through. “Fuck…”
Cramping sucked, it always had. Made her lower stomach feel like it was being sucked into her insides. Warden immediately went to her side, a hand wrapping around her biceps. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, just give me a second.” Graves waved off the concern. Not wanting the two ladies to worry about her. Banshee grabbed the bag for her, heading over to the operators outside the door. Giving it to one of them to put on the plane before coming back to the other two. Just helping her out.
Banshee glanced at Warden, giving her a look as she helped Graves. She rolled her eyes and made sure their cargo was okay. “I'm surprised you're doing this.” Banshee zips up Graves' jacket, covering her a bit more. “No offense.” The Irishwoman quickly added. Graves laughed. Agreeing with her while they started walking.
Warden would have rather her teammate say nothing but Banshee could rarely keep quiet with anyone. Especially Graves. “Almost there. Just got a few more hours and I'm done.” God, talking about it made Graves want to hurry the process up.
They all walked out of the room as Konni started walking out of the house. Getting back onto the plane while some operators made sure to lock the building. The bag was placed by one of the seats on the ground as Graves was placed in one of the seats by it. Making sure both of them were in good and secure places.
Once everything was ready, the plane started closing and most of the operators sat down. Getting ready to take off. Warden placed her hand on Graves’ shoulder when they started moving. Banshee was next to her, her hand also on one of Graves' limbs. Just to help keep her up. The last thing any of them needed was for her to get hurt in their custody. Makarov would rip off all their heads if that were to happen.
Graves closed her eyes, getting some rest while they started leaving. Feeling them go up into the sky. Almost there, they were almost there.
“Убедитесь что ей удобно. Командир Макаров будет недоволен, если услышит, что ей не было комфортно.” Make sure she's comfortable. Commander Makarov won't be pleased if he hears she wasn't. Nolan came up to the three ladies. Mainly talking to Warden and Banshee but Graves got to be friendly with him. “Привет, Андрей.” Hi, Andrei.
He nodded to her, giving her some attention. “Кажется уже почти время.” It seems like it's almost time. Graves could practically feel the eyes staring at her. No shame in being curious, but still. Who taught these people that it was okay to stare at pregnant people?
“Очевидно. Я удивлён что ты здесь. Ты редко отходишь от Макарова.” Obviously. I'm surprised you're here. You rarely leave Makarov's side. She tried to keep her attention on him.
“Он попросил меня лично позаботиться о том чтобы вы благополучно добрались до России.” He asked me to personally ensure that you reach Russia safely. Made sense, that bastard was always protective over her. Even more after she got pregnant. Graves looked away, getting tired of all of them watching her.
Their conversation stopped there. He moved on to talking with Warden while Graves put her hood on. Wanting to hide away from all of them. She didn't fear them, no it wasn't that. Graves just preferred to be alone when she was like this. It was unprofessional in her mind. “You excited to be a mum?”
Graves looked back at Banshee, who seemed to be more curious about Graves than she let on. The Commander sighed, her hand going to her stomach. “I would say so. I think I'm more excited to have her out of my stomach.” She laughed a bit, easing up slightly. The Konni member smiled, just listening to Graves talk about it. “You should've seen Makarov when I told him.” She added quietly. “Looked like a pup who was just given extra treats.”
Banshee laughed a bit. Just imagining the scene made her want to make fun of him. She wouldn't though. She knew better than that. “How funny.” Banshee commented as they watched Nolan walk over to the cockpit. Her eyes stayed on the aussie.
“Quit bothering her.” Warden spoke up, glaring at both of them, mainly Banshee.
The Irishwoman rolled her eyes before defending herself. “I'm not bothering her, just asking a couple of questions.”
Graves started chuckling at the two fighting. Warden sighed loudly, her hand going to fix her mask. “I don't care. Let her rest, she'll need her energy for later.”
Fair point, but Banshee scoffed, sitting back and crossing her arms. Graves smiled softly. Shaking her head slightly. “We'll be in the air for a while, she's fine.” She looked back up at Warden. Not ordering her around, just letting her know.
That made Banshee glare back up at her teammate. Giving her a look as Warden just waved her off, putting her attention somewhere else. The Irishwoman quickly got back to talking to Graves. “Scared? Nervous?”
“Not really. Just impatient I say. And in pain.” Graves answered truthfully.
“Really?” Banshee tilted her head to the side, looking a bit surprised by that.
Graves nodded, her arms crossing. “I just want to be done with it. Have my baby out and my body can finally relax. Go back to being able to do my job.” She explained. As annoying as Banshee could get from time to time, Graves enjoyed their talks. Especially currently. Made her feel somewhat normal.
They would sometimes talk back when Graves wasn't pregnant. It would be about the most random things too. In a way, Banshee reminded Graves of Soap. If he heard that she was comparing him to an Irishwoman, he'd be upset but that's besides the point. “What about you? You want kids?”
Hearing that made Banshee pause. She wasn't expecting that to come up. “Um, I don't know. Maybe?” She leaned forward, glancing at Nolan. Who was talking to another right by the two pilots. “Most likely. Just haven't found the right one, ya know?”
Graves glanced over at Banshee, connecting the dots in her head before nodding. She knew what the other was implying. “I'm sure you will. Just gotta look in the right places.”
“Yeah.” The Irishwoman nodded, going slightly quiet before standing up. “I'll leave you be. Warden's right, you'll need your energy.” Banshee patted Graves’ shoulder. Giving her a slight smile before leaving her alone. Heading over to Nolan and the other.
She watched them for a bit, just seeing how they reacted to each other. Yeah, it was obvious that something was going on between the two. It wasn't her business though. Graves leaned back, closing her eyes as she rested against the cold metal of the plane.
She was safe, and so was the baby. With that, sleep sounded like a good idea. With how tired Graves was, she put her trust in Konni and slowly fell asleep.
-
Surprisingly—she was able to sleep the entire flight. The commander was usually a light sleeper but ever since she got pregnant it had become harder to wake her up. Mainly because she didn't want to get up.
They were finally on the ground after a couple of hours. It had really only been about three again, so Graves still had time before they had to be at the hospital.
She was woken up by a gentle tap on her shoulder, letting her know what was happening. Her hand went to rub her eye while she could hear the others hopping off the plane.
“We landed.” Warden murmured, her voice soft as if not trying to intimidate the shadow. Graves quickly glanced around her before calming down. She was safe, no need to panic. Nolan and Banshee also surrounded her. Just being there in case they were needed for anything.
“С ней все в порядке, она проспала всю дорогу сюда.” She's fine, she slept the whole way here. Nolan moved to the side when another joined them. Letting their commander come see her. “Хорошо, ты знаешь, что бы я сделал, если бы это было не так.” Good, you know what I would do if that weren't the case. Makarov's voice made her look up at them.
“Vladimir.” Graves smiled softly as he knelt in front of her. One of his hands went to her face while the other went to her stomach, just resting his hand on her. “Everything okay? No pain anywhere?” He questioned. His voice was uncharacteristically soft.
She nodded, her hand moving onto his. “Dunno, I haven't had a contraction yet.” That was good, in her mind at least. Meant she still had a while. He let out a quiet exhale he didn't even know he was holding. “But you know the baby's coming?” He stood up, letting some of the others grab Graves' bag to take to his office. “Yeah, called you right after my water broke. Kinda surprised you answered that quickly. Now help me up.”
He immediately listened to her, helping her up as his men started letting the two be. If he needed their help, he'd call them.
It took a little bit for them to get off the plane—not that Makarov was complaining about that. Even he knew not to push Graves when she was basically about to pop out his kid. As much as he wanted to hurry up and get her to the hospital Graves immediately shut it down. “I'm fine.” She grabbed his arm as they walked through the hangar.
“It's been a couple of hours since it broke. You have to be at least somewhat dilated by now.” Makarov tried to reason with her but she wasn't hearing it. Her hand went into his as they walked. “Sweetheart, calm down. Everything should be fine. For a terrorist, you worry so much over a life.”
Hearing that, Makarov stopped and looked at her. One of his hands went back to her face, making Graves look at him. His face was blank but she could tell she upset him. “Не говори так больше.” Don't say that again. His tone made her want to turn her head away but his hand kept her looking.
“Sorry.” She spoke softly, not wanting to anger him further. It wasn't like she meant it negatively. It just surprised her how much he cared for her.
Makarov still kept his eyes on him for a bit. His grip softened before letting go of her face. He stayed quiet as they continued moving to one of the compound's offices. They didn't need to fight. Not now at least. Both of them still had a baby to welcome.
-
Graves knew when she was getting pretty close—the contractions starting to make her pause and have to do some breathing exercises. It was both pressure and cramping. Sooner or later they'd have to get to the hospital.
Thankfully she had her support with Makarov. Even if he was one of the most terrifying people known on earth, he was able to at least make her feel somewhat better. Make it so she wouldn't be cursing him out.
He'd whisper sweet little things to her, trying to comfort her while his hands rubbed her underbelly. God, did she wish his touch could make the pain go away.
“Fuck—” Her body tensed when her insides tightened. Practically locking together while it felt like her stomach was practically stabbing itself with a rusted knife and twisting it in circles. “You're doing good Phillipa.” Makarov felt her hands gripping his on her hips. He kissed her temple when she let out a loud exhale after the pain had passed.
Her breath was a bit shaky. Trying to calm down after that. Graves leaned against Makarov when she glanced down at herself. Cursing at herself for doing this. She had been shot and stabbed many times before and she had the scars to prove it, but this felt worse. Way worse.
It was starting to happen more frequently, getting worse and worse as the time passed. There was no fucking way Graves was doing this without any drugs.
“Vova,” She panted softly. Closing her eyes while Makarov's arms tighten around her.
“Yes?”
“It's time to go.”
-
The packing and ride went by somewhat quickly. Really because it was only a few bags. Two for Graves, including the one she packed and another that Makarov made for her, and one for the baby that they had made a few weeks prior, and Makarov didn't have any. He simply didn't want one.
Nolan and Warden were up in the car, just some little black limo that Makarov used around the city the compound was in. It wasn't big enough to draw attention but that really didn't happen. Most people saw and minded their business. Knowing better than to bother Makarov.
Graves was on the floor, resting on her knees as her hands were on the seat. Trying to find a good way to sit for the time being. Makarov wasn't far from her. Sitting in the seat right next to her. “Almost there.”
She wanted to be there. Yet instead here she was, on the floor while they drove as quickly as possible. Nails dragging in the dark gray velvet seats. Only relaxing when his fingers interlocked with hers. “You leave me at any time, and I'll make sure you don't get to hold our baby.”
“I wouldn't leave you. Not like this.” His hand squeezed hers. As if he was trying to tell her that it wasn't gonna happen. Graves needed him by her side. She genuinely didn't think she could do it without him. However, knowing how petty Graves could be about things, she absolutely would not let Makarov hold the baby.
Hands tightened around Makarov's and her fingers clawed at the seats again. Letting out a distressed grunt as the pain hit again. “How fucking far are we!?” Graves' voice was muffled slightly since her head was pressed into the seat but that didn't stop the others from hearing.
Warden answered, trying to keep her calm. “We are close, Commander—”
“How close, dammit?!” Graves interrupted. She knew they were close but not knowing when this pain was going to stop would drive her crazy. “A minute or two. The doctors were already alerted about you coming. According to them, everything is ready.” Makarov started rubbing Graves’ hair.
That was good to know. Didn't have to wait at all. Looks like being a terrorist had its perks in a way.
She looked up at him, eyes tired and tense but Graves still managed to have some sort of happiness in her face. “I fucking love you.” Despite the pain she was in, she still was able to say it with affection. Makarov smiled too, leaning down to give her a kiss. “Я тоже тебя люблю.” I love you too.
The car stopped quickly after they had their little moment. Nolan looked back at them through the mirror as Warden got out. After what felt like forever, they were here.
-
Graves was actually so relieved when she realized that Makarov wasn't kidding. Everything was already set up for them. The room was clean and had everything they needed and more just in case. Big enough to fit maybe a six-member family. Makarov really wanted the best for her, huh? Now thinking about it, he probably had it ready hours ago when she was still on the plane. It made her hard heart beat just a bit more for that Russian bastard.
Everything got way better when she got the needle into her back. It practically numbed her from her waist down. Graves could still somewhat pressure but she'd rather deal with that than what she was dealing with before.
Unfortunately, she still wasn't fully dilated. Only being at seven centimeters even hours after her water broke. They still had to wait just a bit more for their baby. The doctors only say, Another hour, maybe.
So they were left alone for a while. Letting her do some exercises that were maybe going to help her open up. Nothing too extreme of course, just little movements with her hips and such.
“No more pain? Anywhere?” Makarov was sitting next to the bed, leaning against it while he watched Graves paddle around the room. Just trying to hurry up the process and give birth already.
“No, Vova. I already told you.” She laughed a bit, stretching her arms out. “I can't really feel anything if I'm being honest.” No shit she couldn't feel. The girl had the good stuff running through her. Makarov rolled his eyes at his lady. “I'm serious, Phillipa.”
Graves groaned, turning to him with her brow raised. “Everything’s fine.” She waddled over to him slowly. Arms going around his neck when she finally reached him. Her voice soothing and calm, unlike how it was before. “I'm good. I promise. You know I would say something if anything were wrong.”
Maybe she would. He knew she'd keep quiet about a few things but this was different. This was about them.
He rested against her softly. Not wanting to accidentally harm her. “Good.” Makarov mumbled. Closing his eyes and pressing his lips to her belly. Making her smile. How could she not love him when he treated her like she was something precious, something delicate?
For a while, they stayed like that. Just holding each other while they waited. At the moment nothing else mattered to either of them. Not how this would affect everything, not their lives beforehand, not the soldier standing outside. Just them and the life inside Graves.
Makarov opened his mouth, going to say something before being interrupted by a soft gasp coming from Graves. He looked up at her. A small flash of concern on his face as her hands gripped his shoulders.
“I need to push.”
Graves looked down at him, the need coming on like a hurricane. He immediately knew what she meant. “Okay, lay down on the bed.” He guided her to lean on something before moving away. Heading straight to the door and alerting Warden to get a midwife or doctor to the room. The soldier immediately listened, practically running down the hall to alert the staff.
He went back to Graves, closing the door behind him. “Wait just a moment. Don't want anything to go wrong.” Makarov didn't know how to explain it, but he had some urge. A feeling to just hold Graves as they waited. Maybe he should've but he didn't. Well, in reality, he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
The pressure was mainly on her lower back and ass, not uncomfortable but like something—or someone—was pushing against it. Graves had definitely underestimated how intense it would be. But she was still very happy about getting that needle in her spine. “Holy shit. I'mma about to have a baby.” She laughed, smiling as she looked at Makarov, who nodded back at her. “We're about to have a baby.”
With how quickly they were alerted to it, the midwife came as soon as she possibly could. A short Russian lady with brown hair and light gray eyes that had helped out with Graves before during her checkup. She was good at what she did. Graves respected her. Makarov gave her a quick nod before getting out of the way. His hand went to hers, locking their fingers together.
The midwife pulled Graves’ gown to the side before checking her while two others came in. Just being there to help once the baby was here. “Она точно готова. Спросите её, в какой позе она хочет родить.” She's definitely ready. Ask her what position she wants to give birth in. She lifts Graves’ hospital gown a bit more. Just trying to get a better look at her.
“What position do you want, Phillipa?” His hand gently squeezed hers. Trying to get attention off the pressure she was feeling. “Standing! I feel good like this.” Graves answered, clenching a bit. The pressure was starting to build up and not in a good way. She needed it to stop, but the midwife smacked her leg. Shaking her head. “Uh-uh. No. Do not tense.”
Oh, Makarov was about to yell at the midwife. There was no way in hell she was just going to hit what was his and not have some sort of punishment. Graves, however, just nodded rapidly, listening to the doctor without a second thought.
When they all surrounded Graves, she knew what time it was, trying to relax as she closed her eyes. Makarov watched as they prepared, his hand clenching around Graves while his arm snaked its way around her waist. Keeping her up. When the midwife gave him a nod, he kissed Graves’ temple. Talking calmly in her ear. “You can start pushing.”
The midwife gently pushed her legs open to let the baby come out cleanly. God, Graves couldn't handle a struggle if the baby got stuck. Makarov's hand let go of Graves’ to help hold up her leg. With a deep breath, she listened again. Starting to push a bit roughly.
Immediately, the doctors stopped the poor thing. Telling her to take a few breaths before trying again. “Push with contraction. If you listen to your body it will be easier. Take a break if needed.” The elder woman coached her through it, her voice was kinder when she spoke English. She glanced down at Graves again before focusing on her job again.
“You can do this.” Makarov whispered against her head. Encouraged her.
Graves took a couple of breaths, waiting for the next contraction to hit. When it did, she pushed against it. Letting out a quiet yell. Makarov gripped harder at her leg while the midwife watched her body. Fuck, this isn't fun.
By the time the baby was crowning, Graves was already done with it. Breathing heavily as she squeezed the hell out of anything she could grab. Mainly being Makarov. She didn't feel guilty—being honest, it was him who did this to her. “Come on, you are almost there.” The midwife's hand went to her thigh when Graves started to push.
“Jesus Christ.” Graves gasped loudly. Everything felt like too much. She wanted to give up and just let the baby stay there. “I can't fucking do this.”
“Yes, you can.” Makarov reminded her gently. There's no way she actually thought she couldn't do this. “Phillipa, you can absolutely do this. I've both seen and heard you do amazing things. Look how far you've gotten in your life. If you can do all of that, then you can do this.” The praise definitely surprised her but it helped.
He wasn't wrong. If she could do all of that, then she couldn't do this. With a deep breath she started pushing again, groaning and grunting as the pressure started going away. The midwife let out a small cheer when the head started coming out. Makarov kept listing praises to his woman, trying to help her understand how strong of a woman she was.
But Graves didn't feel the relief until she heard the wails of the baby. Coming out quickly once her head was through.
The doctors got a hold of the baby after a few more pushes, letting the baby land in her arms. Another congratulated the two. Saying something in Russian that Graves didn't catch. “Here.” They pulled the baby out from between her legs, handing the little life to their mother.
Their baby wailed as some of the doctors wiped all the fluid off and checked for any physical issues. Graves held the children against her chest, breathing in quickly. She did it. The baby was born. Makarov sighed, smiling softly at both of them.
“There we go.” He whispered into her ear before kissing her head again. As much as Makarov wanted to comfort her he didn't know what to say. So he just stayed close, letting his body warmth surround her.
Her hand went to the baby's head as the midwife got up from the floor. Looking at all three of them. “Ваш ребенок — девочка.” Your child is a girl. She murmured to Makarov who just nodded and went back to his girls. Watching Graves nuzzle her head against the baby's.
Graves didn't really know if she should scream, cry, or just hold her child. So many emotions and feelings that she couldn't really name. The best way she could describe it was relief.
Everything just blurred together once their little girl was in her arms. Not the doctor's or Makarov's voice. Her sole focus was the baby.
After the birth was really only when things started to really go back to normal. Even though it wasn't really. Graves had a healthy baby girl and nothing went wrong. Makarov couldn't be any happier at the fact. He did his best to show his appreciation and love to Graves as she rested. Doing everything else he possibly could for her.
Anya Jane was decided for her name. Graves liked the sound of it and it was a bit personal to Makarov. It was his mother's name. The last name was a bit more tricky since Makarov was wanted and Graves knew if she had a kid it would raise questions. They decided to just go with Makarov for now. Change it when it becomes a problem.
“So,” Makarov spoke up, watching Graves feed their daughter. Making her attention go to him instead. “When are we having another?"