|Deus Ex Machina
Author: threesummerdays PM
The naive optimist in me won't let this go - if Medea gets one, so should our spooks. Finally complete at 110 chapters and one epilogue!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Harry P. & Ruth E. - Chapters: 111 - Words: 196,928 - Reviews: 951 - Favs: 26 - Follows: 29 - Updated: 10-09-12 - Published: 10-24-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7491206
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A/N: Another quick update before I start more work and head out of town – hope you like it!
Ruth cries out in pain as Erin hovers nervously.
"Is she going to be all right?" she asks the doctor, who doesn't respond. "Is she?"
"She won't," the woman snaps, "if I can't help her."
"Where's Harry?" Ruth whispers.
"He's on his way. He wanted to check Catherine's vitals one more time."
"Right. And she's okay?"
"Ruth," Erin shrieks, "you're in premature labor and you're asking about your stepdaughter? She's bloody fine!"
Harry kisses his daughter's forehead once more before he moves toward the door.
"I'll see you later," he says. "Since they're keeping you overnight."
"Yeah," she says grumpily. "I know."
"I'll be sure to get a picture of the baby," he adds, noting her smile as he mentions another sibling. "You can see him."
"Hopefully he'll be healthy too," she says softly.
He opens the door and waves goodbye, but then his world flips upside down.
"Harry," says a surprised Jane.
"You're… pregnant?" Calum repeats quietly.
Emma nods nervously.
"But when?" he asks seriously. "When have we had time?"
"Remember when Erin and Di watched the twins?"
Mason tries to look busy as Calum stares at Emma, his eyes growing darker as his smile widens.
"That was a good night," he says after a moment.
"Amazing," she agrees with a grin.
"I heard Catherine was in the hospital," Jane explains angrily. "I am her mother after all."
"I just didn't think you'd come so quickly," Harry says, but she glares at him.
"Just because you were a terrible father, Harry, doesn't mean I was a bad mother."
"No," he admits. "You were a wonderful mother. I was the one who fucked up all the time."
"Dad," Catherine interjects with raised eyebrows, "isn't there somewhere you're supposed to be?"
"You're right," he says. "I should get going. I'll come back and see you later, sweetheart."
"Patriotism calls, I expect," Jane says as one foot is out the door.
"No," he says coolly, still paused in his movement. "My wife delivering our baby. Second, by the way."
She stares at him with an open mouth as he hurries down the hall.
"I swore I'd never do this again," Ruth gasps, "and now I remember why I said that."
"You can do it, Ruth," Erin says with a smile. "You've done it before and you'll do it again. And what would Amy say if you didn't give her a little brother?"
Ruth nods and scrunches up her eyes tight as she feels a contraction rip through her.
"If anyone calls you and wants to get the pleasure of castrating my husband," she says suddenly, "IRA, FSB, Towers, anyone, tell them to get the fuck in line."
Before Erin can respond, Harry's burst through the door and by his wife's side.
"Sweetheart," he whispers. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"You were preoccupied," she says. "And it's all fine now, isn't it?"
"Yes," he says, taking her hand firmly. "Everything's just fine."
Two hours later, Ruth's hair is plastered to her forehead and she's pushed her husband away.
"I hate you," she says, and he cringes.
"Ruth, I'm so sorry…"
"Keep pushing, Mrs. Pearce," the doctor says, and Ruth does her best to summon her courage one more time.
And then Jane walks in, the nurse trying to restrain her desperately.
"So," she says loudly as Harry turns, eyes murderous, to her. "This is your new whore."
Before Harry or Erin can react, Ruth turns her eyes, burning, on the intruder.
"You must be Jane," she snarls. "Well, let me tell you something, darling: if you want to yell at my husband, get in line. Because right now I'm having his baby. So if you want to have a fight over him, fine, but can we at least wait until the baby is out of my vagina?"
Jane is clearly surprised, but she doesn't have time to respond because Erin has bundled her out of the room before she can even fully process what this new woman just said.
"He'll have to stay in the hospital until he's a healthy weight," the doctor explains to a distracted Ruth, "but he looks like he'll be just fine."
"You're sure?" Harry asks, still distracted by his son's beautiful blue eyes and soft blonde hair.
"He's surprisingly well developed for his age," she says with a smile. "You two are very lucky. Have you decided formula or breastfeeding?"
"Breastfeeding," Harry and Ruth say simultaneously. The doctor smiles again and nods, leaving them in the hands of the perky nurse while she settles paperwork.
"You read the books," Ruth says happily.
"The ones that say breastfeeding is best, especially for premature infants."
"Oh. Yeah. Absolutely."
"I just like seeing you whip out your breasts whenever you think the baby needs something."
Were her arms not full of Toby Adam Pearce, she would have killed him.
"I know you didn't expect this," Harry says when Jane finally calms down. "I didn't either, if I'm being honest."
"How long," Jane repeats slowly, voice dangerously low, "have you been fucking her?"
"Long enough," he snaps. "I've loved her since we met a decade ago. I've been passionately in love with her for about the past nine years. And we've been married for about three. So there you have it. Long enough."
"And you haven't cheated on her yet?"
"No, and I never will," he says frigidly. "I am sorry I did it to you, Jane," he adds in a softer voice, "truly, but we both know now that it was a bad idea. Us getting married and all."
"We have Catherine and Graham," she points out, and he smiles.
"That's true. They're worth it. More than. But I'm sorry for what I did to you."
"She must be something," Jane says. "To keep you on the straight and narrow."
"She is," he says with a smile. "She really is."
A/N: Again, I know it's short, but I have some semblance of a plan! :) Let me know what you think!