( The house phone started ringing two seconds after Sasha's cell phone went off. )

Sasha Hoffman
Original Character
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For the first time I did a big friends cut because I've been finding less time to keep up with livejournal on a daily basis and with that everyone's entries (I do try to catch up at least once a week, but ehh there are too many posts to go back through and comment on properly). Besides completely dead journals and ones that haven't been updated in a while I've also deleted accounts from people I haven't spoken to in a long time and/or I don't have anything in common with. I really needed to trim my flist and this has been a long time coming. If you think I've cut you by mistake or want back on my flist, just let me know ♥

So having a baby? Totally not the 'beautiful' miracle that everyone wanted to pretend it was.

Sasha wasn't about to complain, but having slept for a few hours before enduring a nasty argument with a bitchy nurse, she was starting to wish that they hadn't done this in a busy hospital where Peter worked. People who she had never met kept coming in, admiring his baby, and then telling their coworkers to do the same. They were all nice people, but she had been hoping to look and feel a little better before strangers started asking to hold her baby.

No way in hell were strangers going to be allowed to hold her baby.

Friends were a different story entirely. Miles had been in and out of the hospital for the past few hours, sometimes with Henry, sometimes leaving him with Aunt Laura and running around and doing things that were actually useful. He was having one of those rare days where he decided to be all friend and no jackass, and Sasha was grateful for that. She liked knowing that she could sic him on Belinda the Bitch if the woman started making her feel like she should be in tears again. Peter would have done it too, but it was better if Peter didn't fight with coworkers over defending his emotional wife's honor.

Nevermind the fact that his current power could have taken her out of the job forever. Sasha honestly had only considered that idea for a second. It was too happy a day for her to even joke about murder that would have easily looked like an accident.

"I hope you like Halloween," she told Lexie softly, smiling as the little girl tried to stretch in her arms. As expected, Lexie was tiny. She weighed five pounds and five ounces, and was showing no sign of having inherited Peter's mouth. It was his nose that she'd stolen, and her dark hair that could have been from either side. In Sasha's extremely biased opinion, she was the prettiest little girl who had ever been born.

And Sasha was more than willing to cut any bitch who said otherwise. Including Belinda, if she wanted to go there.

[It's a gril! If you don't know where that's from, I suggest you google the Cake Wrecks blog and prepare to giggle. Anyway, this post is open to Sasha and Peter's friends, if anyone wants to visit the newest Petrelli. People would have been contacted, probably by Miles.]