Laurel looks at her daughter properly for the first time. She has been weepy all morning, and wasn't able to see her and Matt's child. "What does she look like?"
"She looks... like me, with a little bit of you." Laurel chokes back tears. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
She had a long night having the baby. It was a long and painful, very painful, process. Matt had been by her side through the whole thing. He looked horrible, exhaustion clear on his face. She probably looked pretty bad too. "Your emotions are all messed up." Matt says, taking her hand. His fingers were bruised because of how hard she had squeezed his hand.
"I bruised your hand."
"It's okay." Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I hate this."
"What?"
"The weepiness."
"What color are her eyes?" The question was unexpected.
"Hazel."
"Like a mix of me and you."
"Yes." Laurel looks down at the little human in her arms. She smiles, and the little girl smiles back.
"Sara." Matt says. "Let's name her Sara."
"Sara Claire Murdock."
"Claire?"
"After the doctor who saved our asses more than once." He grins.
"That's a wonderful name." Matt moves to sit next to her on the floor of their apartment. Laurel moves closer to him, and sighs.
"We should probably clean up."
"You, rest." Laurel tries to stand up, by getting on her knees. Matt picks her up, and puts her on the couch. "Stay." Little Sara began to cry.
"Welcome to parenthood." Laurel mutters.