Inara was sitting on a rocking chair singing a lullaby while holding a bundle which was her daughter, her stomach was still round and she was still sore from giving birth but as she looked down at her baby, she couldn’t help but decide it was worth it. Naomi Inara Claire Reynolds was born on Bellerophon, after her father finished a job there; she took her second names from her mother and her father’s mother. If the crew had anything in common, it was that they all adored this baby girl who’s just recently made her way into the ‘verse. It wasn’t a complicated and painful birth since Simon gave her that shot for the pain when she was having contractions but Inara was still tired because she hadn’t slept much between her excitement and nursing the baby. Naomi had dark hair which was starting to take a lighter color and blue eyes which were turning greener by each passing day, she was their angel.

Mal cleaning his pistol in the galley which was deserted since the crew retired to their bunks after dinner and Inara went with Naomi to their shuttle. Naomi. He couldn’t help his smile as he thought of that little creature that turned his world upside down again after her mother and made him so thrilled when she was born. His girls were the ones who filled his heart now, though he couldn’t help but worry a bit about his wife. Inara woke up with every noise the baby made and wasn’t getting much sleep and just because the doc had said it was normal, it didn’t mean he liked it – but then again, he didn’t like much of the things the doc said but he respected and was grateful to him and considered him like one of his. He didn’t know what woulda have happened without him on the birth of his daughter to mention one. He still was worried about his wife.

10 months ago---------------------------------------

As she did every morning, Inara Reynolds stretched dreamily in her and her husband's bed, safe and comfortable in his arms.

“Hey beautiful.” he grinned as he leaned down and kissed her, aiya, she was delicious in the