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I don't know if it's a little late to recommend for a holiday/new years fic idea but I would really like these anon submission come into fruition because I would really like to see the entire Hawkins bunch enjoying another gathering (without Brittany) and seeing Luke and Mia being parents

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I would love to receive requests regarding these instances with them as parents! Feel free to drop them by any time. I hope this serves as a nice holiday starter to the story of Luke and Mia as parents… HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉

Words: 2k

Warnings: childbirth, pregnancy, we older in this one folks, becoming grandparents

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Oh, you’ve got a redhead!”

“Is it…is it a boy or a g-girl?” Mia asks between clenched teeth and labored breaths.

The doctor can’t help but chuckle as he works.

“I can’t tell just by the hair,” he says.

Luke rubs over his wife’s hand with his left while she squeezes the life out of his right. Steve stands on the opposite side of the bed, holding Mia’s other hand. From Eddie's vantage point behind his son, it looks like Mia is crushing both her husband’s and her father’s hands like a nut in a nutcracker.

Both you and Nancy stand behind the working doctor and nurses, off to the side just enough that you have a clear view of your first grandchild being born. The two of you hold hands, watching in awe at the small, but big enough, human that Mia is pushing out of her body. Neither you nor Nancy are strangers to childbirth and all its miracles, but there’s something even more magical when it’s your daughter—or daughter-in-law—who is doing it.

“You’re doing so well, babe,” Luke encourages, giving a supportive smile despite how exhausted he is. He can’t even imagine how Mia must feel if he’s already worn out.

“He’s right, Mia,” a nurse says. “Just a little more now.”

The redhead on the delivery table whines and drops her head back against her pillow, feeling like she has nothing more to give. Hasn’t she already been at this for around five hours? A quick glance at the clock tells her it’s only been forty-five minutes and she lets out an even more frustrated whine. It doesn’t even click in her mind that it’s almost midnight—almost a brand new year. There’s enough going on in the room to keep her mind occupied.

“Alright, we’re going to do one more push now, Mia. Okay? It’s almost over. On the count of three. One, two, three!”

The muscles below the pale skin of Mia’s neck bulge as she grits her teeth and gives the best push that she can manage.

“That’s it, almost there.”

The hospital room, previously only housing the noises of beeping machinery and encouraging healthcare professionals, is suddenly bombarded with two brand new sounds simultaneously. Cheers and applause sink into the room from out in the halls and the surrounding rooms. But emanating from this particular delivery room itself, the shrill cry of a newborn bursts forth.

“Congratulations,” the doctor says as he holds the baby up for the new parents to see. “You’ve got yourselves a girl.”

Pure joy floods the veins of every Munson and Harrington in the room. Endorphins and adrenaline blend in Mia’s head, briefly causing her to think all the happy commotion from outside the room is in celebration of her daughter entering the world. One look at the tiniest human she’s ever seen would be enough of a reason, she thinks. The baby is absolutely perfect. Who would expect anything less from a baby with both Harrington and Munson genes?

A press to the top of her head has Mia looking up to see a beaming Luke gazing down at her. He places another kiss on her sweaty forehead before leaning further down to capture her lips with his own.

“I’m so flippin’ proud of you.”

Despite her exhausted state, Mia giggles at her husband’s praise. Old habits die hard of trying not to curse in front of his mama.

“I love you,” Luke says softly.

“I love you, too,” Mia replies.

The newly crowned parents watch as their baby girl is cleaned off, the brand new grandparents all enraptured as well.

“Aw, Mom!” Mia coos when she sees her mother crying—and then her mother-in-law as well. “Aunty!” Your nickname from aunt to mother-in-law was impossible to change after an entire lifetime of Mia referring to you in one way. It might take some explaining to the grandkids in the future, but that’s not a problem for today.

“Not just the moms, I see.” The amusement in Luke’s voice is evident.

You, Mia, and Nancy all turn to see Luke clapping a crying Eddie on the shoulder.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say with a chuckle.

Eddie wipes the handful of fallen tears from his face and clears his throat.

“Don’t make me beat you up in front of your daughter,” Eddie says, voice thick with emotion.

“Ah, he’s not the only one!” Mia can’t figure out if she’s laughing or crying harder once she catches a glimpse of her own father trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes.

“Gimme a break,” Steve says with a sniffle. “My first granddaughter was just born.”

“Our first grandchild,” you say on behalf of you and Eddie, tears overtaking you once again.

As the nurses finish cleaning up the baby, you rush over and pull Luke into a hug. Out of all the emotional moments that have happened thus far in this room, this is the one that makes your son tear up.

“She’s perfect, sweetie.” You pull back and kiss Luke on the cheek before leaning in to embrace Mia as best you can.

“I’m so proud of you,” Eddie says, words still heavy from emotion.

Luke grins, leaning in as his dad wraps his arm around him. But, being Luke, he cuts a joke to weasel his way out of a genuine thank you.

“Of what, having sex?”

Eddie playfully rolls his eyes before mussing up his son’s curls, the exact same way he’s done since the hair first sprouted on Luke’s head about thirty years ago.

“Would you like to cut the cord, Dad?” a nurse asks.

“It’s not gonna hurt, right?” Luke asks, looking to Mia and wrinkling up his nose.

“Not at all,” the nurse assures him.

“Oh boy,” Steve says as his son-in-law is handed the scissors. “Those aren’t safety scissors, be careful.”

Mature man that he is, Luke only shoots Steve a brief death glare before following the nurse’s instructions.

“Yay!” you cheer once the cord is snipped.

The nurse grabs the blanket to swaddle up the newborn, and as she does so, she can’t help but smile as she watches the six adults hugging one another and sharing tearful smiles. She’s been in far too many delivery rooms where most of the people there couldn’t stand one another; seeing two families become one in this way is one of the more beautiful things the nurse has seen lately.

“Alright, Mom,” the nurse says as she walks the baby over to the bed. “Would you like to hold your daughter?”

A new set of tears stream down Mia’s face, but she adamantly nods her head and holds out her arms. Gently, the nurse transfers the newest Munson to her mother’s embrace.

“Look at you,” Mia coos. She looks up at Luke who leans down on the bed next to his two redheads. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Just like her mother,” Luke says, happily taking in the sight before him.

Eddie, you, Steve, and Nancy all stand by in silence as you watch your children hold their firstborn for the first time. It’s surreal to see your son now being a father—but there’s not a doubt in your mind that he’ll be an amazing one. He had a great teacher, after all.

Carefully, Mia transfers the baby to Luke’s arms and beside you, you can see Eddie’s tears start anew. You join him, though. Eddie wraps an arm around your shoulders and you lean your head against him, just watching Luke hold his first child. Nothing could have prepared you for how beautiful and overwhelming it all is.

“Look at our granddaughter,” Eddie says softly to you.

You nod, a smile lighting up your tear-stained face. There’s nothing you can say to make this moment better, so you stay silent and try to absorb as much of it as you can.

“Do you have a name picked out?” a nurse asks.

Luke nods, never taking his eyes off the small bundle in his arms. Mia is just as enraptured, but she responds.

“This is Isabella Marie Munson.”

Luke looks up at you and Eddie, pride gleaming in his watery blue eyes.

“You think Eliza will like that we gave Isabella her middle name?” he asks.

“Oh, honey,” you say with a chuckle. “She's going to be over the moon.”

“Speaking of that whole gaggle of siblings who are out waiting in the lobby, should I go deliver the good news?” Steve offers.

It may be New Year’s Eve—or rather, was, but no possible party or other engagement could keep Luke and Mia’s siblings away from this momentous occasion. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised if one of them brought champagne in to celebrate.

“Yes, go tell them,” Mia says through a sniffle. “But hurry back so you can hold her!”

“Just make sure you pry her from Munson’s arms at some point,” Steve says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder to point at Eddie. He did need that clarification though, as Eddie, you, Luke, Mia, and Isabella are all Munsons now.

“Let me at her,” Eddie says, stepping up to Luke as Steve heads out the door.

Carefully, your son hands Isabella to your husband, and it’s one of the greatest things you’ve ever witnessed in your life. The way Eddie’s arms cradle the newborn, so reminiscent of him holding all your newly born babies. Your husband laughs as he looks down at the little girl.

“You’re the first Munson-Harrington, huh?” he says. “That’s going to make you a very, very interesting person.”

You giggle and rest your head against Eddie’s shoulder. As you peer down, Isabella tries to open her eyes and take in the people hovering above her. She quickly decides she doesn’t care enough though, and goes back to sleep.

“Knock, knock,” a nurse says as she pops her head into the room.

“Come in,” Mia says, trying to adjust her position without causing herself any pain.

“We’ve got a surprise for you.” The nurse grins and steps into the room, a large plastic-wrapped gift basket held against her maroon scrubs. The nurse places the basket on the bedside table closest to Mia.

“Little Miss Isabella is Hawkin’s Hospital’s very first baby of 2025,” the nurse says. “In fact, she is the very first baby to be born in all of Indiana in 2025. So, we’d like to present you with this basket of diapers and baby clothes, along with this certificate. And, with your permission, we’d love to take a picture of this new family and share it with all in Indiana.”

Mia is so overcome by everything the nurse says, that she starts crying again. She’s nodding though, letting Luke know that she’s okaying the picture. Both you and Nancy help Mia get settled and wipe any excess sweat or tears from her face. Luke sits down on the bed next to his wife and Eddie hands Isabella to her father.

Steve steps back into the room just in time to see the photo be snapped. He stands with you, Eddie, and Nancy behind the camera as the nurse takes a few shots.

“Our granddaughter is already a star,” Eddie tells Steve.

“Huh?”

Pictures finished, Mia leans over and plucks the certificate out of the gift basket.

“This certificate,” Mia reads, “is to honor Isabella Marie Munson, daughter of Amelia Christine Munson and Luke Alexander Munson, as the very first baby born at Hawkin’s Hospital in the year 2025. Isabella was born at 12:00 am exactly, weighing seven pounds, six ounces.”

“And her favorite grandfather is already Steve,” Steve adds once Mia is finished reading. Everyone in the room chuckles—sans Eddie.

“Maybe,” Eddie concedes, a small smirk playing on his lips. “But that can change. What won't change though, is that I’ll always be the first grandparent to hold her. I had her in my arms first.”

“You two are ridiculous,” Nancy says.

Luke leans down and whispers in Isabella’s ear.

“Try to be more like your grandmas than grandpas. Got it?”

Mia giggles and runs the back of her forefingers gently across Isabella’s cheek.

“Or be like your Daddy, 'cause he’s pretty great,” she says. “But maybe not as mischievous.”

“That reminds me,” Luke says, looking down at his baby with wide eyes. “I have to see if they can give you a vaccine for scurvy.”

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