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Chapter 1 - (In)Perfect Family

Lewis Nixon was born on September 30, 1918, at 11:30 in the morning. Doris was terrified. She was afraid she wouldn’t make it through childbirth, and she was afraid her child wouldn’t make it. And if they did, she was afraid she wouldn’t be a good mother.

Stanhope had softly shushed her every time she brought this up. It was a ridiculous notion. She’d be a wonderful mother; he was sure of it. She, however, wasn’t comforted.

Her water broke at about midnight last night. She was in labor for seven and a half hours.

The couple had been in bed for an hour before she woke to a wet feeling down her legs. She sat up with a gasp, “Stan, Stanhope. My water just broke!”

He grunted but got up, “Let me go get your mother,” he tied on his robe and moved out of the bedroom door. “Can you call the midwife while you’re at it, please?”

“I can sweetie, I’ll be back.”

So far contractions hadn’t started but she knew they would eventually. All the information that she had learned about pregnancy came from her mother, his mother, or a doctor or her midwife. She knew all the risks and all the information that she needed if she had need for it.

Her mother burst through the door, “Dor, your water broke?”

“Yeah, yeah it did.”

“Alright, let’s get you up and cleaned. Then, I’ll change the sheet.”

Slowly, Doris slid her legs off the side of the bed and onto the floor. Her mother helped her stand up and walk to the bathroom attached. Once she was in a different night dress and sat on the toilet seat, her mother went and changed her sheets.

“Doris? Sweetie, Stan said that your water broke. Any contractions?” Sally, her mother-in-law, came in to stand in the bathroom doorway.

“No, not yet.”

“Stan wanted me to tell you that he called the midwife, she’ll be here in an hour. She has a doctor on speed dial if you need it.”

Doris took a breath, “Okay, thank you. Where is Stan?”

“He’s currently talking with his father, I’m not sure what about.”

She smiled at her daughter-in-law, who returned it, “Thank you Sally.”

Blanche came back to the door, “Are we ready to settle at the bed for a while? The sheets are changed.”

“Yes, can you get me a glass of water though?”

“Of course. Let’s get you settled first.”

So, each women took a side of the pregnant one, and gently guided her to the bed. Once she sat down, she was met with an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach and her back. She groaned slightly, “Are you okay?”

Doris shook her head, “No, I think the contractions are starting.”

“Okay, how bad is the pain?”

“About a three.”

“Not too bad then, yet. Alright, I’ll go get the glass of water. Sally, can you watch her please?”

“I won’t be going anywhere.”

The midwife was there within an hour. By the time she got there, Doris’ contractions were up to a pain level of six. However, they were still fifteen minutes apart. By now, she’d been in labor for an hour.

Stanhope came in to check on her, “How are you doing sweetheart?”

“I wish I could go back to sleep.”

“Then sleep. You have time.”

Doris gave him a pout, “I can’t though. Little bear is still in here. And uncomfortable.”

He grinned slightly, “I know. Why don’t you get up and walk around for a while? It might help you relax.”

“I suppose it won’t hurt to try.”

He gently grabbed her hand in his and pulled her to sit up. Once she sat up, he helped her stand. “There. Now you’re ready to walk.” She gave him a sarcastic grin in response.

They walked around the room, down the hallway, into the upstairs study, and back to their room. They didn’t try the stairs, they were hard enough on her as it was, seeing as she didn’t have a small stomach.

By the time she was tired of walking, she’d been in labor for two hours. The contractions started to last for forty seconds rather than ten, and the pain level went up to seven, they were still fifteen minutes apart.

By the time it was eleven the next morning, she was fully dilated and ready to give birth. She was tired though and in a lot of pain. Seeing as she only napped for an hour and that was at four. Doris just wanted to sleep; she didn’t want any of this.

The midwife was telling her different things, not that she was really listening, and giving orders to Sally and Blanche.

By the time the supplies were ready to use, the midwife gave the good to go to start pushing. Doris was on the floor, which was also uncomfortable, and so she started pushing. But it was hard. “You’ve got to push Dor! You want this baby, yes?”

“No mom! Not really! Why did I let you put this thing in me!”

Stan held her hand, “It’ll be okay. Look, if it makes you feel better, we won’t have another one.”

“Good. I don’t ever want to go through this again!” The women in the room held their smiles back, she would say she didn’t want another baby, but it would happen.

“I can see the head. Keep pushing Mrs. Nixon!”

A scream echoed out, “I can’t! I can’t do this,” she cried, “You are never touching me again!” By now, her grip on his hand intensified, “I won’t. I won’t touch you,” he didn’t care about his hand though. You could hear a small cry come out, “The head is out! Come on! You have the body now. Another push.”

She cried again but gave another push. “Here’s the shoulders! Good girl! You’re halfway there. Come on, a couple more pushes!” Doris’ throat was starting to get raw, she was tired, but another push came.

“One more. Just one last push Mrs. Nixon, make it a good one!”

“Come on Dor, it’s the last push and you’ll be done.”

“I can’t. I-I just can’t,” she cried again, “Darling, you can. Come on, we’ll meet our new little bear soon enough,” Stan offered what he hoped was a comforting smile. Doris looked over at him, tears in her eyes making his heart break. “What should be we name little bear?”

“We’ll see, okay? Just get them out safely for now. Okay? You think you can do that?” She nodded to him, “Okay, one last push. It’ll be okay.” And one last push she gave, it was surrounded with screams. “The baby’s out,” the midwife cut the umbilical cord and cleaned up the baby. The sounds of its cries echoed out.

“It’s a healthy baby boy,” she handed the baby to Doris. “He’s adorable.” As soon as he was in his mother’s arms, he quieted down.

While the midwife was cleaning up, Sally and Blanche stepped out to give them some privacy. “What should we name him?”

“Lewis?”

“After his grandpa?”

“Yes.”

Doris smiled, “I like that.”

“And then, we could give him Fletcher as a middle name?”

Doris started to cry again, “My father would’ve loved that. Thank you for thinking of him.”

Stanhope grinned at his beautiful wife, wiping each of her tears, “Of course, I would’ve loved to have met your father.”

“He would love you. I think you would’ve loved him too.”

“So, Lewis Fletcher Nixon?”

She nodded, “Lewis Fletcher Nixon. Welcome to world baby boy.”

There was a knock on the door, “Come in.”

Blanche was the first one in, followed by Sally and then finally Lewis. “I brought you some water, how are you feeling my dear?”

“Tired and sore. Can I get off the floor?”

“Yeah, Stan can you help? Sally can hold the baby.”

“What did you name them?”

“He’s Lewis Fletcher Nixon.”

Stanhope’s father had tears in his eyes, “Son, I am honored, as I am sure Fletcher would be as well.”

Once Doris was settled on the bed and drank some water, she was immediately out. The other four had taken turns holding the baby and talked quietly, giving Doris some much needed rest.

Lewis Fletcher Nixon was born at 11:30 in the morning, on September 30, 1918, in New York City, at Nixon’s family mansion. He couldn’t have been more loved.

A/N: I know next to nothing about birth, so this most likely isn't accurate at all.

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #fanfic #lewis nixon #nixon family #family #nixon

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brekkersnerd · 4 months

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prologue

January 23, 1917

She just sat there. Looking. Looking at the reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t believe it was her. How could she? All dolled up, which was nothing new, in white. Truth be told, she thought she looked even more beautiful than when she tried.

Her thoughts were interrupted by knocking and the door opening. Turning her head, she noticed it was her mother.

“Honey, how are you feeling? You look a bit pale.”

“I’m alright. Just wedding jitters, I suppose.”

“You’ll be fine. Everyone has those.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I did. I just ignored them. Marriage with your father was relatively easy. May he rest in peace.”

Doris wouldn’t admit it to her mother, but she was scared. Sure, she loved Stanhope, but marriage was an entirely different matter than courting. Her mother wouldn’t understand that though, seeing as her parents had loved each other very much. It pained her to see her mother so shattered for months after he died 6 years ago.

“Look, everything will be fine. You do love him?”

Doris nodded, “Yes.”

“Then everything will be fine. He loves you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Besides that unfortunate incident of his, he’s the perfect match for you. My sweet daughter, you’ll be okay.”

She wished she could believe her mother’s words, but they almost seemed impossible. How was she to be okay? The only person she had left was her mother, and she expected her to leave her?

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me,” Blanche’s eyes gathered tears, “I can’t believe how grown up you are now. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, mom.”

He was sitting down drinking again. Not enough to be drunk, just enough to calm down his nervous system. He needed to calm down, or he’d be spinning around out of control again.

“Stan, give me the flask.”

“Mom, no. I can’t.”

“You can. Honey, everyone has wedding jitters. How do you think your father and I were? We were a mess. But once you get up there, it all disappears. I promise.” He sighed but begrudgingly gave her the flask he’d been drinking out of.

“Now, go get something to cover your breath. Your bride doesn’t want to taste alcohol on her wedding day until afterwards.” He rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get some gum to chew on before he needed to be at the altar. When he came out, his father was now in the room.

“Son.”

“Father.”

“Here, let me fix that tie. It’s not quite right.”

Stanhope quietly sighed but let his father fix his tie. He had a feeling that today would be the longest day he’d ever live through.

“You will be fine. Doris is a fine young woman, she loves you. And you love her, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about. Besides, you don’t have time to worry, you have to be at the altar in two minutes.” That didn’t help him. “Lewis!” his mother smacked his father, “That’s not helpful. Let’s get you out there, alright?” He nodded and followed the two.

“It’s time, Dor. Just breathe, I promise you that these nerves will go away.”

She tried to follow her mother’s advice and breathe but it wasn’t helpful. Her mother was the one who would lead her down the aisle, her father was dead so her mother was the only one who could. Granted, Lewis, Stanhope’s father, had offered but Blanche wanted to be the one to give her daughter away, seeing as Fletcher couldn’t.

They were standing on the outside of the doors that would lead them to her future husband. She could do this; she would do this.

“Mom.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And the doors opened, and the organ played.

She could not bring herself to look at the people around her, she only focused on him, finding that he was doing the same thing. They locked eyes. A small smile could be found on each of their faces. Her mother gave her a kiss on her cheek before she took off to her seat. Doris timidly smiled at Stanhope, who returned it.

It was a nice ceremony. The reception, however, was huge. By the time they got their families together, and then friends, on top of fellow businessmen that the Nixon family knew, there was a big crowd of people. It was a little overwhelming for the newly wedded couple.

Stanhope and Doris greeted guests and thanked them for coming, had small talk, and then the toast came. Doris’ best friend, Marjorie Green, was her bridesmaid. She gave the first speech. Then, Stanhope’s best man was his college buddy, Joseph Reed gave his speech. Dinner was then served.

Chicken, potatoes, carrots, bread, peas, and then finally, the cake. It was a huge white cake, with a beautiful light blue icing.

Pictures were already done earlier, after the ceremony but before they arrived at the reception.

After dinner, they shared their first dance. Both were nervous, understandably. “So, how does it feel to be married Mrs. Nixon?”

She looked at him with a look of amusement, “It hasn’t set in yet. What about you Mr. Nixon?”

“Quite the same. I’m not sure it will set in for a while.” They shared a laugh, “Well, just know, I am by your side. Even when it sets in.” He smiled at her, “I promise the same thing to you.”

The rest of the wedding was uneventful, besides when Joseph almost set himself on fire. They had candles on one of the tables, and he was drunk, he backed into it. He was fine but it was a scary situation.

The couple was tired when they reached their room. It was weird to her to call it their shared bedroom. It was his, she felt like she was intruding. He gave her some space as he went to the bathroom to loosen his clothing a little. She took off her dress and changed into her nightdress. It was left in the closet. As were the rest of her clothes. It’d take time to get used to that.

He came back, dressed in just his shirt and pants. They stared at each other, not sure how to approach. He cleared his throat, “Do you like the bed?”

“What?”

“Do you like the bed?”

She ran her fingers across the top blanket, “It’s a nice bed.” He laughed, “That didn’t answer the question, but it is a nice bed.”

“Well, I haven’t slept in it yet. So, I couldn’t say.”

He walked closer to her, “We could christen the bed.”

“Isn’t it already christened? You sleep in it.” He laughed again, “You are not wrong. But that’s not what I meant.” She blushed bright red. “Uh sure. Sure, we could.”

“Only if you’re sure.” He got even closer to her, his breath mixing with hers. Slowly, his hand met her cheek, she leaned into his touch. “It’s our wedding night, we have to.”

“But do you want to?”

She paused. Did she want to? She never thought that he’d ask that question, then again, she wasn’t entirely sure what they’d do when they slept together. Would they talk? Would it be business? Would it feel formal? She felt a little more confident since he asked.

She smiled at him, “I do, I want to. I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone but you.”

“Good to know that’s reciprocated. First, why don’t you lay down? Then, we’ll see where the night takes us.”

Slowly, they were getting used to each other. They felt like they finally had a friend. Sure, they had friends, but this felt different. They would know each other, inside and out. They would know everything that had to be known about the other.

This was the start of a new generation of family.

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brekkersnerd · 4 months

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The playlist for (In)Perfect Family is now up! I apologize for it being 8 hrs long, but man, it all has a place. Also, I might keep editing it. Just a heads up.

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(In)Perfect Family

Introduction:

We all know Lewis Nixon the intelligence officer, E Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th Parachute Infantry, 101st Airborne Division, but we don't know Lewis Nixon or his personal life. This is the story of Nix. Growing up, joining the Army, his time in the war, and his life afterwards.

*Please note: This is based solely on Band of Brothers! I am not in any way, shape or form, trying to say that this is how he grew up, or write any truth to his personal life at all! This is purely fanfiction, meaning it's for fun. I may use real information that I find, but purely for story accuracy with the language, background, etc. I was not alive in any of the time that is covered in this story, so I do have to do some research. And this is based on an edit that I made and then I really wanted to write about it. I did not write this disrespect anyone. Any and all rights to HBO, Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg, and any other affiliates. Thanks, hope you enjoy! As a heads up, this story is rated as mature. It will deal with mature topics. It will not include smut as it's not what I write, I'm just not good at it.

Edited to add: I've decided to keep Kelly Reilly as Doris's faceclaim, only because I used her in my edit. So that might not be historically accurate, but this is fanfiction, so ig I can use whoever I want.

Ron Livingston as Lewis Nixon