Station 19 one shots

Maya Bishop - But Still I rise (re-write)

As I said the original version should be the oneshot before this but it was to good just to loose. Before you dive in head first I have a file where I copy and paste unfinished story parts onto it, I don't write chronologically I write in sections and not all sections make the cut of the finally story so I keep them there in hope that I can reuse them somewhere else but that's not always the case. Would anyone be interested in them?

Warning: mentions of a difficult labour and pregnancy.

Maya's POV

What Sullivan said when I applied for Lieutenant 'it's time for you to stop being a cheerleader and step up to become the leader,' that guy got under my skin. But if they knew my true reasons like him they would understand. As much as I enjoy running into fires if anything happens to me Ashleigh would have no one.

Jack and I originally met not long after I won gold in 2012 (AN: given my age I remember the London Olympics well and I remember being the preschoolers we were being allowed into the primary school we shared grounds with and with all the big kids to do an Olympics themed sports day. Given we're only two hours South from London made that day amazing) at a party we both were attending. We left on mutual terms only recently getting back together and again separating. About a week later I found out I was pregnant and he was indefinitely the farther. With Jack out of active duty for most of my pregnancy after the skyscraper fire it also made it easier when I was transferred to rural station 52 that rarely ever get calls. I had Ashleigh September 1st of the following year, I never told anyone at 19, I never pushed Jack for child support and I don't intend to tell him of my child any time soon. Good thing she looks more like me than him!

I hated leaving her three times a week after all she's barely 3 months old. Andy knew as one we live together and two my morning sickness was so bad even that cold smell you find in the breeze was setting it off. Andy was a blessing throughout the whole nightmare of a pregnancy though I didn't obviously show till about early third trimester all the other signs were there and with 19 knowing me for so long they would have noticed.

Labour and delivery was a right whirlwind as it lasted for days. My water broke at 11pm 30th August though active labour didn't start until 1am 31st. I wasn't dilating in 24 hours I was only 4 centimetres, it was decided that if I didn't progress in 18 hours I would be taken for a C-section. I got an injection that to this day I still haven't been told what it is and I dilated quickly in the last 5 hours. Ashleigh got stuck in the birth canal with the cord around her neck, it ended up being a forceps delivery and I had to have 25 stitches. Ashleigh still has the scar from the forceps. I needed Andy most when dad found out. He came storming in yelling and screaming.

About three months ago

"Maya, Maya you've been in labour for to long your to exhausted, nurse prepare the forceps," Andy gripped my hand as I looked up at her, "I'm so darn lucky to have you as a best friend Andy," "Same here Maya," "Maya on the next contraction we're gonna do a little bit of teamwork, you push and I pull okay?" I nodded to exhausted for words. A beautiful feeling of peace swept across my body as the pain stopped but I heard no crying, "Come on sweetpea you've gotta wake up to see your mum," the nurse there kept sending me worried glances before a sudden sharp cry erupted through the tension, "There we go. You have a little girl Maya," I was to overjoyed to care about anything else only my little girl who was placed in my arms.

I was still physically exhausted when dad came in, at first he was polite accepting that Ashleigh was just single hours old and I had no energy whatsoever. "Can I meet my first grandchild?" "Okay," "She's adorable, good on her side as she would be snapped up quickly, so have you decided what orphanage is going to take her," "Dad I'm keeping my daughter," I say pulling Ashleigh from his grasp and laying back with her on her chest, "No Maya you are not I am not having a bastard in my family, it's not my fault her slut of a mother couldn't keep her legs shut!" "Dad don't you dare call my daughter a bastard or me a slut, get out," excuse me he yelled grabbing my wrist, "You heard me," I tried to pull away but he had the upper hand. He tightened his grip to the point it was hurting, thank god my doctor and Andy walked in and tackled my dad out till security dragged his sorry but out of the building. Watching Andy deck him was the best feeling that ever warmed my soul.