Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Word Count: 513 words
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: She looked down at their son…and chose a most fateful name.
Childbirth is not exactly a painless experience.
One new mother was in the throes of it—and she was not taking it silently.
The pregnancy itself had been relatively smooth, with few complications…and so there had been nothing to really prepare her for the actual delivery. Still, one of the nurses outside had commented that she’d heard worse: this one had yet to announce to the entire hospital as to what exactly the husband could do with a certain part of himself.
Her husband was beside her, and…well, he was doing what little he could, which mostly consisted of giving her a hand to crush. She was pretty sure his fingers were in pieces, but he was wisely not complaining—not that he had any real room to. Still, he seemed awfully surprised when she released his hand in favor of grabbing his tie and yanking hard, threatening him with strangulation.
“I’m gonna kill you for this, Kudo…” she growled angrily between huffs of pain.
Another hard contraction hit, and she was distracted long enough for him to free his tie from clenched fingers and replace her grip on his hand—that was already bruised beyond immediate repair. Why bother breaking anything else?
“You’re going…to die!”
Still, it felt like this had been going on for a while, and nothing really seemed to be happening. Finally, the worried husband flagged down one of the rushing doctors. “Is this…normal?” he asked.
“Don’t worry, Kudo-san. Your wife is doing beautifully.”
He looked down at her. “…she looks like she’s going to die.”
The doctor smiled and shrugged. He was obviously no stranger to this activity.
Meanwhile, the young woman at the center of the commotion felt like she was ready to die. She squeezed her husband’s hand for all it was worth and tried to follow the doctor’s mantra of “Push!” Someone was saying something encouraging…oh GOD it was too much, she couldn’t take it…she was going to tear in two…how much longer…
And then suddenly it was over…there was a murmur of noise around her…
…and a high-pitched wail filled the space around her.
It was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.
She held her shaky arms out. “My baby…”
In a short enough order, a small blanket-wrapped bundle was placed into her arms; she pulled it back against her and cradled it carefully, looking down at the miracle of new life. One shaky finger traced over the baby’s cheek. She was exhausted…but she just wanted this one moment…
Her husband leaned up on the hospital bed beside her, sliding an arm around her thin shoulders and letting her lean against him. “You said you wanted to name him. Did you decide?” As he spoke, his fingers carefully brushed the ever-present curl back from the center of her perspiration-dampened forehead. His other hand lifted, out of habit, to straighten his glasses.
Kudo Yukiko looked down at the newborn dozing in her arms, thought for a moment…and smiled. “Shinichi,” she said finally, choosing the fateful name. “His name is Shinichi.”
PS. I blame magic_truth for this. Entirely. It is all her fault. I’m sure that she knows why. Which is why I’m giving her this fic for her birthday—Happy Twenty-First! LOVE! Thanks for reading, everyone—ninety-eight stories to go! …I am going to die. But that’s okay. Later, all! Much love!