happy thanksgiving

[notsocommon]

Thanksgiving was not a holiday that Helen really celebrated outside of food and drink with close friends and this year, she'd been with just Will when the labor pains had started up in earnest. She'd ignored them for a while, considering it was common enough this late in pregnancy to have some false labor but when the pain seemed to get sharp and real and the contractions worryingly close, she and Will made the trek to the clinic and luckily found Dr. McCoy, who was happy enough to deliver a baby (for a given description of happy, anyway).

It was only after the hard part was done (and they'd both slept a handful of hours, to boot) that she felt comfortable enough sending Will out to tell everyone the baby had come and felt up to entertaining company.

[[OOC: This is timed anywhere from morning to afternoon on November 23rd in the clinic.]]

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[notsocommon]

"I thought so, but I'm also quite biased on the matter," Helen said, smiling a bit at the compliment. He was a handsome little thing, her Gregory, and she thought she and Will had done well. Not that they'd really had much active choice in the process.

"I hope he grows up here and has a long, kind life. Life was hard on Will and I before we came to this island."

[not_so_smooth]

"He's got some great parents and lots of people to look after him," Sam said with a nod. Helen and Will would be awesome parents, Sam had no doubt about that. The children on the island were happy, from what he could tell. They didn't know life any other way.