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I need some Miguel O’Hara Christmas content. I need to see this man all dressed up for Christmas, whether that’s a Christmas sweater or Christmas pjs. I need to read all the fluff I can consume of this man during the holidays. I crave it, someone please provide it.

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I was wondering what had happened to Sam’s music career and I just found out that he quit to be a family man… That makes me so sad and I now feel so guilty for marrying him :(

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SDV brain rot

Hi! Hello, I have just recently started playing Stardew Valley and can’t stop thinking about a line of dialogue that occurs with your spouse when you agree to have a baby with them. 

After saying yes, they say something along the lines of “Can’t you tell? You’re pregnant!” and for some reason the idea of the farmer having absolutely no clue that they are expecting until their spouse makes them aware, kills me.

So, I’ve decided to put these thoughts onto paper (or post, rather) and wrote my take on how that situation would happen with my bachelor of choice Sam. Enjoy:D

An internal groan courses through my body as I blink the sun’s rays away. Rolling over, I look at my bedside clock and see that it reads; 5:35 am. Yearning to sleep the extra 25 minutes when my typical alarm is set, I’m cursed with the reminder of what needed to be done around the farm today and willed myself to get up.

Slowly, I sit up and look at the sleeping blonde beside me. His brows were furrowed but by the sound of his low breathing, I could tell he was deep in sleep. With the goal to not awaken him, I hesitantly remove the covers and swing my legs to the side of the bed. I take caution in every step I make to get myself ready for the morning and thankfully the boy doesn’t stir. I leave him to sleep and approach the front door to begin my daily chores.

As soon as the door shuts behind me, I’m greeted by my bouncing, high-energy companion. That is, the one who is not asleep; my dog Max.

“Good morning, Maxie.” I greet and the golden retriever jumps at the sound of his name. I softly pat him on the head and wander over to fill up his bowl for water.

I continue expressing my affection by greeting my other animals and releasing them into the paddock for the day. As I’m bidding a good morning to the cows, I turn and find the human embodiment of Max peering my way from the porch. His hair is sticking up at all ends, this time a form of bed head and not styled with gel. It’s clear he had just woken up by the way his eyes squint in the sun and his torso left uncovered.

After ensuring the animals are taken care of and collecting the eggs the hens had left for me, I saunter over towards the sleepy man.

“You left me.” He pouts as soon as I approach and I giggle. “We usually get up together, but you were gone when I woke up.”

I set the basket of eggs down and use my now free hands to caress his face. “‘Morning Sam.” I sing and kiss him.  He softens at the touch and I pull back to look at him. His green eyes look me over and his pout transforms into a grin.

“You look great today,” He compliments and I’m flustered by his kind words. “And those specks of mud just add some extra charm to ya’”

Chuckling at his teasing, I lean down for the basket beside me and hand it to him. “I woke up early and since I have a lot that I need to get done, I decided to start my day. I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so peaceful.”

This time, it’s his turn to kiss me and he woes, “Oh, but I would’ve been much more at peace with you in my arms.”. At this, I take the opportunity to invite him to assist me and he immediately excuses himself inside with the reasoning of “If I knew more about farming, I totally would. I’ll just help with encouraging words and pancakes.”

Once the blondie scurries inside, I get to work. The majority of my morning consists of tending to the produce and taking care of weeds. I make a quick trip into town to retrieve some seeds from Pierre and am back as soon as I had left. I make room for the newly bought seeds and start the planting process. As I’m knelt, knees deep in soil my stomach grumbles and I take that as a cue to take a break and eat.

I push the front door open and the smell of pancakes hits my nose; Sam’s specialty. I’m stood observing the person in front of the stove as he flips one inside the pan. I look him up at down and see him dressed in his usual attire of a t-shirt under his classic jean jacket paired with a pair of jeans. His hair is now neatly gelled and away from his face, apart from the single strand that hangs loosely in the front.

“You’re getting good at that.” I comment, breaking his attention away from the food and directing it towards me. His face turns bright red but he manages to pull a lopsided grin before looking back at the pan in his hand. Turning off the stove, he slides the last pancake onto a plate full of others and gestures for me to eat.

“Only the best for the best.” He beams and I begin to serve myself.

As I’m pouring homemade syrup onto my stack, I take a glance and notice Sam stood across from me, staring with a blank expression on his face, unblinking. Thinking nothing of it, I make my way to sit at the table but still feel his eyes peering at me. I turn to him, “Are you good, babe? Your pancakes are gonna get cold.”

He shakes his head as if to remove himself from his thoughts and nods, grabbing a plate. He quickly piles some on, drizzles a bit of syrup and sits besides me.I take a bite and am surprised by the taste. Usually he does nothing more than what the instructions tell him, but today he did something different. And boy is it good.

“Sam?” I start and catch him staring again, this time not where I’m used to. I brush it off before continuing, “Did you add something to these? They taste really good.”

He nods but offers no further explanation. Clearly lost in thought about something. I shrug, and finish my breakfast. I stand up to wash my plate but I am interrupted by his hand pulling me back.

“Hey….” He drawls, still staring intently before meeting my gaze and I raise an eyebrow. “How… have you been feeling?”

Surprised by the question, I chuckle lightly before answering with a simple, “Tired, but great when I’m with you.”

This doesn’t seem to satisfy him like it usually does. “Honestly, Y/N. The past couple weeks, have you felt okay? Anything different to you?”

I mentally try to relive what these past weeks have been but they’ve become blurred together, making it difficult for me to pick out anything new or unusual. So I shake my head, and squeeze my hand in his. “Never been better, Sammy. Honest.”

His lips press into a thin line and his brows furrow, as if this still didn’t convince him. He lets go of my hand and I continue over to the sink, scrubbing the plate with a sponge. I hear him step behind me and I peer over my shoulder at him.

“Are you sure you haven’t felt… sick? At all? Not even nauseous?” He pushes and I turn towards him, drying the plate in my hand.

“Yes, Sam, I’m positive. Where are you going with this? You’re stressing me out.”

He gently takes the plate from my hand and places it on the counter besides us. Taking my hands in his, he pulls me closer to him and at this point, I’m very concerned. “Honey…Can’t you tell?”

“Can I tell what? Samson, you’re really freaking me out now.”

He flinches at the use of his full name but quickly recovers and I then realize that his focus is on my stomach. “Honey, you’re pregnant!”

Bewildered and in honest disbelief, I look down and notice what he had been looking at this whole time. Not believing this was true and thinking it was joke, I go to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Sure enough, there it was; a little curve. It’s clear that it had been a while since I had looked at myself due to my disheveled appearance.

My hair had pieces of hay sticking out from the pigtails and there was, in fact, specks of mud across my face and along my arms as well as my clothes. How I didn’t realize I was this pregnant until now was unbelievable considering my shirt no longer fit and my belly has started to peek out the bottom of it. And out of all people, Sam was the one to notice first. Before me!

I hadn’t realized that he had followed until I felt his arms reach from behind me, and his hands placed on my belly. Meanwhile, I’m frozen in place, still in shock of this new revelation.

“Sam…” I start but find that I am at a lost for words. He nuzzles his face into my neck and I lean into him, gazing at him in our reflection. I watch as his hands gently push the fabric up, allowing me a better view of the changes to my body.

His faces scrunches up and I see his eyes fill with tears. He run his hand slowly across and I place my hand over his. “We’re going to have a baby soon…” He softly cries and I nod, tears now threatening to escape from my own eyes. A trail of kisses is left on my neck and I turn myself around to face my husband.

He had nothing, except tears of course, and the look of adoration in his eyes and he looked at me once more before  pulling me in an embrace. “Hey,” he whispers and I pull away to look up at him. “I know I joke around lot but I want you to know that I seriously love you.”

“I love you too, Sam.”