Heyyy, could you please write something about Matthew's birth?I'm sooooo curious ,I love the Fairchilds and I would be glad to read something about this family moment😍😍.
Thank you 💫💫
Hellooo!! Did you say that you love the Fairchilds? Because same, honey! I don’t write them as often because, for some reason, I find it harder to capture Charlotte and Henry’s dynamic (I blame it on the fact that they barely have any romantic scenes together.) but I absolutely ADORE them! Here’s what I have:
***Also yes, Brother Enoch is the only silent brother I know other than Jem. I’m not going to memorize the names of different silent brothers for all of my pregnancy/hurt fics. It literally doesn’t change the story at all and nobody has complained about it yet, so yeah, your all still stuck with Brother Enoch***
Title: love you to the moon and to saturn
Characters: Charlotte Fairchild/Branwell, Henry Fairchild/Branwell, Charles Fairchild, Matthew Fairchild
The day Charlotte had found out she was pregnant with Matthew was one of the most joyous days of her entire life. She couldn’t have possibly been happier than she was when Brother Enoch told her she was with child.
Henry and she had been trying ever since Charles was two years old, desperate to give him a little sibling and, to be fair, so that they could have another beautiful child of their own. They’d even been contemplating adopting a child (even though, it was quite difficult to find orphaned shadowhunter children, as many opted for staying with their relatives or at their local institute, than be taken in by strangers, to a different country and culture) when she’d been given the lovely news. She’d practically skipped home in her giddiness.
However, Charlotte specifically remembered not enjoying this part of the pregnancy; that is to say, the final weeks leading up to her due date. She was swollen and in a great deal of pain. Simple tasks had started becoming so very difficult. So much so that she had been put on maternity leave and was forced to work from her home. Forced, since everybody she knew had been putting all of their best efforts into making sure she stayed at home. Even Sophie, who had been spending most of her days with her tiny, nine month old son, Thomas, had come and told her that she absolutely had to stay at her house. What had truly made her stay, however, was Cecily’s comment about how “utterly embarrassing it would be to have your water break during a trial! In front of all of those men who are completely useless in those sorts of situations! Mam told me that the first time her water broke, Da fainted. Fainted Charlotte. Now, imagine in a room full of men. Not only that, but who’s going to have to ensure that everybody stays calm?”
Charlotte had sighed. “I would.”
So now, Charlotte worked from her office at home. Towards the beginning, she was pleasantly surprised by this change in scenery. For one, she got to spend more time with Charles, who she always missed greatly while she was working. And, of course, at any point in time, she could go downstairs to the crypt and babble on to Henry about how she has no clue about what she will do with a certain case. Henry, of course, doesn’t actually come up with any solutions himself, nor is Charlotte one hundred percent sure he listens half of the time, but saying things out loud helps her get some headspace. And, not to forget, the fact she can get a kiss before getting back to work.
But, of course, the closer she got to her due date, the harder it was to work or do anything, for that matter. She was ready to hold her baby in her arms and kiss it’s little cheeks.
Charlotte stared out of the window and watched a butterfly flutter from one flower to another.
Charlotte hummed in answer, not taking her eyes off of the butterfly.
“What are you looking at?” Henry asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Charlotte shrugged. “A butterfly.”
“Did you know some species of butterflies are actually carnivorous?”
Charlotte furrowed her eyebrows and turned to look at Henry. “Why must you ruin butterflies for me, darling? I was perfectly content believing that all butterflies were sweet and beautiful creatures, incapable of hurting other living things.”
“It’s the natural order of life, Lottie.” Henry said, meeting her gaze. “But next time, I’ll make sure not to conceal information about the things you love.”
Charlotte smiled at him and put her head on his shoulder. “Well, don’t conceal things about all of the things I love. If Charles ends up dabbling in the dark arts, I would want you to tell me such things.”
“Oh, in that case…Perhaps I will ask you if you would prefer to not know certain aspects about some things.”
Charlotte began playing with Henry’s fingers. “I’d like that.”
Henry lifted his shoulder slightly so he could press a kiss to the crown of her head. “My lovely Lottie,” he said. “I love you to the Moon.”
“And I, to Saturn.”
When Brother Enoch had placed Matthew in her arms one week later, Charlotte felt tears streaming down her eyes. They’d been trying for so long to conceive another child that the one before her felt like a miracle.
“Oh, he’s perfect.” She said.
Henry looked down at him and grinned, “Yes. He looks like his mother.”
Charlotte couldn’t see very well through her smile, but she could see him place a hand on the baby’s head.
“He has blond hair.” Henry said.
Charlotte nodded, not quite knowing why that was important. Perhaps because it was something that belonged to their son.
“Angel,” Charlotte said suddenly. “We haven’t got a name for him. What are we going to name him?” When he was in her womb, they didn’t think it was much of a problem, but now that he was in her arms, she was overtaken with the necessity to name him.
But what were they going to name him? Colin? Oh, angel no, Colin wouldn’t do at all.
“I have a name.” Henry said suddenly.
“Henry Jocelyn Branwell, if you suggest something along the lines of Darwin so that you can introduce them as Charles and Darwin, I swear to The Angel—” Charlotte said through tears that hadn’t yet dried from her initial joy at seeing her son.
“Lottie, Darwin Fairchild has a horrible ring to it. I was going to suggest naming him after my aunt Matilda. He has her lovely hair.”
Charlotte managed to look away from the baby and at Henry. “Darling, I loved your aunt as well, but I don’t think naming him Matilda will make him like us very much in the future.”
“What?” Henry said, wiping tears from his own eyes. “No. I was going to say Matthew.”
“Oh.” Charlotte said. She looked at their baby again. Matthew. “Oh, I love it.” Fresh tears came into her eyes. Lord, why was she always so emotional after giving birth?
She fixed the blanket around Matthew’s face.
Oh, she really did adore that name.
“Why couldn’t you have come up with a good name when Charles was born?” Charlotte said, still crying.
“You still don’t like Buford?”
“Nobody likes Buford, love.” Charlotte said.
“Lottie, are you also crying?”
Charlotte nodded. “Yes. But it’s not due to the fact that one of our sons is called Buford.” She loved the sound of the ’s’ at the end of ‘sons’.
She felt an arm go around her shoulders and she leaned into Henry’s chest. She watched as he brushed a knuckle against Matthew’s cheek and could have sworn her baby smiled back at them.
•••(2 hours later or something)•••
Charlotte looked to where Henry was and smiled. She’d placed Matthew in Henry’s arms after feeding him, so that she could get ready for bed. By the time she’d gotten back, Henry was reading about electromagnetic waves to a, what must have been fussy, Matthew. Now, Matthew’s eyes were shuttering closed, his hand grabbing Henry’s thumb. The left side of his face was half squished from where he was laying on his father’s chest, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, Matthew seemed more than content to be with his father.
Charlotte was going to sit down on the bed with them before she shot up to her feet.
“Oh, I’ll be right back!” She said.
Unable to contain her excitement, she walked rather quickly to the parlor, where she knew her first born was.
He was reading one of her complex books on modern politics, his lips twisted to the right, trying to understand what it was saying. Charles was very ambitious; he wanted to know how to do things adults did, despite being too young to do most of them.
“Charles,” Charlotte whispered with a wide smile.
He looked up, and stared at her questioningly.
“Do you want to hold your new brother?”
Of course, Charles had already seen his brother, but in the upsweep of visits from friends, they hadn’t had the chance to sit him down so that he could hold the baby.
Now, Charles eagerly put down his book and made his way over to Charlotte. They walked back to Matthew and Henry, Charles leading the way, too excited to go at the pace Charlotte had been setting.
Once they got into the room, Charles dropped Charlotte’s hand and raced to the edge on the bed, getting on his tiptoes so that his chin could rest on the mattress. His green eyes widened as he looked at his little brother, who opened his eyes to see what the commotion was all about. Charles’ head turned to the side as he took in Matthew’s sky blue eyes.
“My father had blue eyes.” Charlotte said with a smile as she lifted Charles and sat him down right next to Henry before climbing in herself. “So did Henry’s mother.”
“Will they stay blue?” Charles asked Henry, identifying this fact as something related to science, therefore something his father knew everything about. “Eugenia’s turned hazel when she got older.”
“Yes, that is very true and an important observation. Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing whether he’s eye will change or not. Only time will tell,” Henry said.
“Oh,” Charles said.
“Would you like to hold him?”
Charles nodded enthusiastically and sat as he’d been taught in the past, when being offered a baby. He held his hands out and Henry slowly lifted Matthew and gently placed him in Charles’ arms.
Charlotte put her hand on Matthew’s head so that it was supported well. Charles looked down at his baby brother, a little bit tense at the whole endeavor, but overall, joyous.
“We’re going to be best friends.” He whispered.
She felt Henry put an arm around her, and rested it on her shoulder blade. She exchanged a loving gaze with him, knowing he was thinking the same thing she was: they were living in the moment they’d dreamed would come true for years.
She smiled down at Charles and Matthew and put her head in the crook on Henry’s shoulder.
**Totally didn’t use quotes from Seven because Charles “reached his peak at seven”😉. I hope this satisfied your love for Charlotte and Henry! I’ll make sure to try to write more pics with them in the future :)**
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