Chapter 34: A New Dawn

Two years after the first blood draw, Ava watched a vaccine cooler being strapped onto a supply cart outside the lounge. The crew checked the contents against a list and crossed out the settlements that would have to wait for the next batch. The vaccine worked. There was still never enough of it.

Producing it had taken more work than the first vial promised: assays repeated, methods revised, further samples taken only when Ava agreed. Now the carrier brought doses to the same places it had once visited only to evacuate. People could begin repairing a home without knowing they would have to abandon it. Filters and quarantine checks remained part of every stop.

On the cart, a Northern Coalition supply form had been fastened beneath the carrier’s own list. The same settlements appeared in different orders. Ava had learned how much work could hide inside the word distribution: a road lost to weather, a cooler waiting for a repaired connection, an argument over how long a clinic could hold its remaining stock.

She asked the crew member strapping down the cooler to leave her a copy of the final route. There were places she had only learned by growing herbs for them. She wanted to know which would have to wait.

Ava sat in the ship’s small lounge, her hands resting protectively over her rounded belly. She smiled as Jenna placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“How are you feeling today?” Jenna asked, pulling a chair close enough to sit without blocking the aisle.

Ava’s smile widened. “Excited. Nervous. Everything, all at once.” She glanced down at her stomach. “I can’t believe we’re so close to meeting her.”

Some days she meant exactly that. Others she lay awake rehearsing the moment the baby arrived and someone failed to speak. She had learned to read a medical room by its silences. Pregnancy had given that old skill new things to frighten her with.

She and Gabriel had talked about the uncertainty before choosing this. Choosing had not settled it forever. She could still wake angry that a decision other people made in hope required her to imagine all the ways her own body might betray a child.

Then the baby would shift, pressing against her ribs with what felt like an impatient heel, and Ava would put her hand there. Whoever this small person became, she already had a talent for interrupting an argument.

Jenna glanced at the folded list on Ava’s knee. “Malik has checked the delivery supplies three times. I’ve checked them twice.”

“Gabriel’s working through his own list,” Ava said. “Mostly things he thinks I shouldn’t carry. He tried to take a pillow off me this morning.”

“Give him something useful to carry.” Jenna took her tablet back. “There’s a cooler outside that weighs considerably more than a pillow.”

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In the ship’s maintenance bay, Gabriel worked on a broken ventilation system, his hands moving with practiced efficiency. But his thoughts were elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about Ava, about the life they’d created together.

“Hey, dad-to-be,” one of the crew members called, grinning. “You’ve been staring at that same bolt for ten minutes. Everything okay?”

Gabriel snapped out of his daze, shaking his head with a sheepish smile. “Yeah, just… thinking.”

The crew member took the loose bolt from him. “About the baby? Cora said if you strip another thread, she’s putting you on blanket duty.”

Gabriel looked down at the damaged thread. “Does blanket duty come with instructions?”

The teasing continued throughout the day, with the crew affectionately ribbing Gabriel about becoming a father. Despite his initial embarrassment, he couldn’t stop smiling.

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That evening, Ava was sitting on their bed with the garden notebook open on her knees when Gabriel stopped in the doorway. She held a page with one thumb and waited for him to come in.

“You okay?” he asked, stepping inside.

Ava looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. “Better now that you’re here.”

He sat beside her, resting a hand on her belly. The baby kicked, and his eyes widened. “She’s strong,” he said, his voice full of awe.

“She takes after her dad,” Ava teased, leaning against him.

Gabriel chuckled, but his smile faltered slightly. “I just… I’m scared, Ava. What if something happens during the delivery? What if I can’t protect you?”

Ava placed her hand over his. “You can be scared with me. You don’t have to fix that.”

He looked down at their hands.

“Malik and Jenna will be there,” she continued. “Karrow knows what to watch for with my blood. I want you where I can reach you.”

“That I can do.”

She leaned across to kiss him. The baby moved between them, and Ava had to change the angle with a muttered complaint. Gabriel laughed, then kissed her properly.

Lately everyone touched her with a purpose: to help her stand, check a measurement, feel the child move. She wanted his hand against her because he liked having it there. When he started to ask whether she needed another pillow, she caught his wrist and drew it around her waist as far as it would comfortably go.

“Stay for a minute.”

He did. She rested against him, relieved that she could still want this ordinary nearness without having to be cheerful about her aching back.

Her reassurance seemed to ease his fears, and they spent the rest of the evening talking about their daughter. They imagined what she might look like, what her first words would be, and how they’d teach her about the world.

“The scans are still normal?” Gabriel asked.

“Everything they know how to test,” Ava said. “Karrow was careful about that wording.”

Gabriel let out a measured breath. They had learned not to mistake an encouraging result for certainty. “Healthy is enough.”

“More than enough.”

Word of the pregnancy travelled with the vaccine deliveries. Folded baby clothes arrived in a supply crate; someone sent a wooden rattle repaired along one seam. Ava checked each item, then put it away in the drawer they had cleared for their daughter.

Ava continued working in the greenhouse while following Malik’s advice to rest, though by the final week she mostly sat at the planting table and corrected other people’s labels. Preparing for their daughter did not erase her fear. It gave the fear a crib, a stack of folded cloth, and a list of practical things to do before morning.

As the due date approached, the entire ship buzzed with anticipation. Malik and Jenna prepared the medical bay, with Karrow reviewing Ava’s latest blood results, while the crew rallied around Ava and Gabriel, offering their unwavering support.

When labour began, Gabriel carried the bag Ava had packed and forgot the blanket lying on top of it. She sent him back for it between contractions. Hours later, beside the bed, he let her grip his hand hard enough to hurt and fetched water whenever she asked.

“I can’t do this,” she cried when another contraction folded her around the pain. “Gabriel, I can’t. It fucking hurts.”

He put his forehead against hers. “I know.”

“No, you don’t.” She shoved at his shoulder, then dragged him back before he could move away. “Don’t leave. Just stop talking.”

“Stop telling me I’m doing well,” she said at last.

He shut his mouth and stayed.

At last, their daughter was born—a tiny, perfect bundle of life. Gabriel held her in his arms, tears streaming down his face as he looked at Ava.

Ava listened for the next cry. Relief had arrived before any thought she would later be able to put into words: the child was out, someone was holding her, the room was working around them without that dreadful pause. Then exhaustion washed through, leaving Ava unable even to lift her head for a better look.

Cry again. Please, baby. Let me hear you again.

“Bring her here,” she said.

Gabriel moved close enough that she could see the damp crease beside one closed eye. Ava touched the baby’s cheek with the back of a finger. She had imagined recognition, a certainty that would make her a mother at once. Instead she met someone entirely new. She would have to learn what each sound meant, where to put her hands, how to give care while being this tired.

The baby turned toward the touch. Ava began to cry.

“She’s beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Ava smiled through the tears, too tired to wipe her face. “She’s ours.”

Someone cheered outside the medical bay and was immediately hushed. Ava barely heard it. She was watching Gabriel learn to support the baby’s head, his broad hand moving with a care that made her ache in a different way.

Their daughter closed one hand around Gabriel’s finger. He looked at Ava over the child’s head, laughing and crying at once.

Outside the medical bay, the carrier continued its night watch. Inside, the three of them learned the shape of one another.