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Soft Spot - Chapter 7

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Whatcya got there, Donnie? It's just a smug grin in this week’s chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

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Day 1:

In your fourth month of trying to get pregnant, you no longer fussed over the particulars. It had been a literal been there and done that of scenarios. You knew not to overreact. You knew that time would tell. You knew the slightest change in your schedule might not necessarily mean anything. You had settled into hoping for the best, expecting the worst, and acknowledging that the middle state of neutrality was the most likely scenario.

When you were a day late for your period, you hadn’t thought much of it because it had been the second time since your baby making journey began.  

Your period had never been something of clockwork. It moved within parameters that you had never been quite able to capture. Throughout your life, its start date had roved. Stress had once skipped it completely and when you were perfectly healthy, and not sexually active, it had once been a week late for seemingly no reason other than to scare you with falsities. When discussing a child with your partner, your medical history obviously came up. You shared all these moments and more with Donnie which he took into careful consideration.

It had been decided before you even began that, while testing for pregnancy could be done from the first day of your first missed period, you would only test on the sixth day.

From all the data pulled that seemed like a reasonable though arbitrary date to avoid getting any hopes up. Since then, there had been up to a three day fluctuation. Your first period had come right on scheduled time, but the next came a day early and the third came three days late. Now, a day late for your fourth and with three failures notched in your failed conception belt, you wasted no time on wonder.

You had your Valentine’s trip to prepare for.

In the spirit of breaking your rigid schedule, you had both decided that a trip outside the city was due. You were going to break all usual monotony and do something kitschy for the sake of it. You had booked the most ostentatious bed and breakfast stay imaginable. While you at first teasingly fantasized about overbearing hosts and antiques, time had found you embarrassingly looking on those things for their growing charm. 

It made Donnie’s resolve all the stronger and you had caught him brushing up on local facts so as to one-up the tours you imagined the hosts were going to put on. You bet looking at him now he was scheming. He had the usual resting concentration painting his features as he perused something on his phone. He was clearly reading by the dart of his eyes and you thought you should be doing the same.

Though Donnie probably already had everything planned out, you thought you might be able to sneak something by him on the drive there. The route was meant to be scenic and you bet there were stops along the way that weren’t necessarily geo-tagged on the internet. It had you looking through blogs of the past where people once actively charted their travels. You reminisced through their words and made a list of places of interest, if they still existed.

Day 2:

Donnie had been staring hard at two ensembles he had laid out on the bed. One trended casual with joggers, a buttery smooth top, and a sporty cardigan while the other had finer, but stiffer fabrics that gave an upper-class feel. While the trip only had a single overnight stint, your mate had been flip-flopping on his luggage contents.

It was a stark contrast to your honeymoon where he’d finished his list nearly overnight. You weren’t sure if it was the shorter duration or the air of spontaneity, but Donnie had become hung up on the supposedly simple choice. Seeing as he’d been waffling on the two sets of clothing for almost an hour, you got up to see what the trouble was.

He didn’t address you and only continued to stare at the larger picture of both outfits.

You brushed his arm to see if he was up for larger touch, but his lack of movement said otherwise.

You settled for standing beside him. “What are we thinking?”

Donnie pointed out a finger that had been folded to his chin. “We will be stationary in the car for many hours.”

You hummed recognition.

“Comfort as such is priority, as was when we flew.”

“Definitely not as long as a flight to Italy.” You chuckled. “Though it was first class.” 

Donnie didn’t share the mirth. “However, we have a reservation at a vineyard that evening which calls for finer dress.”

“It doesn’t have to be that nice. It’s not like they’ll kick us out.”

“Valentine’s!” Donnie rounded on you with tepid scorn.

Your gaze shot away as there was no winning with him and these romantic holidays.

They were your husband’s favorite.

He had to do them justice in his mind.

“Changing in their lavatory is out of the question.” He ground out the sentence as if it was a law.

You chewed your lip to keep from commenting.

“Which to choose…?” He let the question he’d been pondering hang in the air.

You stood behind him for several moments before you pushed out a readied breath.

He addressed you with a slight turn and a wave of uncertainty that wondered if you could be of help.

You held no ill will. “We’re driving.”

He said nothing.

“Like actually driving your car. For the sake of the trip.”

He didn’t see the point.

“It gets stiff…” You broke away and touched the joggers. “Being in those seats. Driving for long hours. We’re going to take breaks. Do the whole road trip thing you’ve never got to do. Stop at tacky roadside shops and leave wrappers in the car and get cramped so we have to stretch at abandoned rest stops!”

Your heart swelled at all the silly antics.

You adored that even this, even now, was exciting just because Donatello was your partner.

You couldn’t wait to see how he’d react.

To everything he’d staunchly try to do by some unseen book to all the ways he’d subvert it because it was all new to him.

You were forever honored to be his partner.

“You know how we’ll stop at the first real gas station and get snacks?”

Donnie finally nodded. “Despite their inflated cost.”

He knew all about your tale of the variety and going through a white walled shop just to get blood moving in your legs.

He was fully on board even against the fallacies.

“Then this calls for something similar.” You patted his clothes before turning to him.

His interest was fully piqued.

“We go shopping!” You snapped and pointed at him. “Like we did for honeymoon clothes.”

His expression dropped some.

“I know! It kind of goes against the spontaneous bit and this should have been short enough that we shouldn’t need to go, but look at this.” You held out a hand to demonstrate his wardrobe. “Your wardrobe consists of what? Things for chilling at home, expensive fancy clothes that cover every inch of you, and now, buried somewhere, are clothes specifically for beaches! It’s like if we were going to California. You wouldn’t have those kinds of summer clothes because you don’t live there. You don’t have car riding clothes because you never used to leave the city. It’s time for new options!”

He poured over each of your words like syrup drizzling a stack of pancakes.

You got to watch in real time as the sweet logic permeated each layer.

Once saturated, he lifted a confirming gaze to you.

“How is your wardrobe…?” He tested the one variable left out.

“I’m good. You’re not dressing me up this time. No extravagant surprises, just sudden ones!”

“Shopping for me would be sudden…” He spoke with growing understanding.

“Nervous?”

He chuffed. “You’ll tap out long before I.”

“How so?”

He swept down his figure. “I custom order my clothes online and still alter them both for ease and for my sanity. Shopping for myself is an ordeal.”

“Size, quality, feel of the fabric…” You bet you knew all his complaints.

He lifted his head both haughty and confirming.

“Guess there’s only one way to find out…”

He gave a single nod and moved to gather the laid out clothes.

As he closed in from one of your sides to the other you watched him. “Are you nervous about all the changes?”

He slowed in folding a pair of slacks over his arm. “In a grand scale or these recent impromptu actions?”

“Both.” You thought for a moment. “All.”

“It is…” He breathed slowly.

You let him take his time in choosing his words.

“In a way… as much as I desire a child with you, I am equally and morbidly… thankful for the delay. I would have had no issue if you were to have gotten pregnant on our first try and I despise how downtrodden each delay makes you. However, I… have lived a solitary life. I have experienced change in all its forms. I have lived unsettled. Nomadic. I’ve not known peace. Then I knew… too much. I knew stagnation. I thought myself unable. I knew myself to be capable of everything. I am boundless and with form. A frustrating chasm without answers.”  

“Life,” You whispered, not feeling clever about your response.

He still agreed wholeheartedly. ”My desire for our child is unmoving, but a dastardly part of me relishes more time alone with you.”

“I think…” You leaned against the bed. “That’s all very normal. I think that when we started talking about this, I wondered if I wanted to disrupt our peace. Me and you. We’re so good, Don.”

He churred softly.

“And we’ll be good at this. You’ll be good at this and we’ll be bad at this. Like you said. We’ll mess up, but we’ll try and that’s what matters. I have no doubt that you’re going to do everything you can. That’s how you do everything.”

He watched you with palpable affection.

“Just tell me if you get overwhelmed. It’s okay to.” 

He nodded into a soft smile. 

“Unable to pick pants cause you’re oh so sweet!” You crooned and got up. “Tomorrow! We’ll find you something!”

He returned to putting the clothes up instead of outright agreeing.

“Or not! That’ll be fun too!”

“Together.” You heard him speak more for himself.

Day 3:

“Okay…” You tented your hands over your mouth and blew into them.

You were also blocking out Donnie’s smug air, but there was no way you were going to admit that.

No, it was early February and pretty cold outside which was marked by bits of frost clinging to corners. “Onto the fourth store.”

Donnie hovered close behind to devour your words.

“It’s fine!” You chirped out of your grip and plowed down the road with your husband in tow. “We just eliminated the like only three tall guys stores in the area, no biggie.”

You heard him probe you with a hum.

“With trash selection. Some of the ugliest patterns I’ve ever seen. The scratchiest fabric on clothes that are still somehow baggy on you even if they hit your leg length!”

Donnie was almost skipping.

“Your whole life!?” You turned on him suddenly.

He seemed ready and stopped just in time.

His wicked grin hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

He gave it a moment to air for your stage before he dipped his gaze to speak.

You hugged him before he could.

You felt him huff out of his gloat and hold you. “Yes, my dearest. Shopping for clothes has always been this difficult. Before I grew to my current uncommon height, there was the shell to accommodate for.”

You scrubbed into his nice sweaters and felt bad about all the times you ever teased him for his fine tastes. “Being rich helps.”

“Yes. I can request directly from a designer. They’ve long understood my needs and send clothes when they need a boost in revenue.”

“I didn’t think today would be easy…”

“I know…” He pet your back.

“I still thought we’d find at least one thing… This is disheartening.”

He dipped his beak down to the top of your head and rested it amongst your scent.

“What will our kid do…?”

Donnie didn’t stiffen, but you felt him stop.

“We don’t know if they’ll have a shell…” You reigned an arm in around him to look at your gloves. “Or how many fingers they'll have…? I start to think how they’ll feel about back to school shopping and then… are we doing that? Sending them to public school? Not doing that seems bad too… It all…”

“Issues every parent faces.”

You blinked up at Donnie.

“Common concerns. Endlessly worrying about one’s child.”

You gave him a sad smile.

He leaned further against your head to commiserate.

“We don’t know.”

“Until we do.” Donnie agreed.

“Take this as it comes. All of this.” You took a lingering warm breath from your mate’s body before turning out on the sidewalk.

This time he snagged your hand so when you moved away with purpose, he could be led along.

You were steadfast in heading towards whatever next shop caught your eye. It didn’t matter if it fit the bill, as long as it had men’s clothing, you were going to give it a try. That was the nature of what you were supposed to be doing anyway. You stormed past shops and buildings you eliminated and heard some calling from loitering youths who commented on Donnie’s height. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, but under your current circumstances it annoyed you so you turned and snarled at them.

It was you alone that had them flinching into silence.

They then started right back up with insults, but you felt as though you’d had your fill. You pulled Donnie around a corner and felt him shyly share his pride through his wedding band. It felt like a coy way in case you weren’t in the mood for that sort of praise. You responded by mentally grabbing his regard and tugging. It felt very much like what you were doing to him in the real world and he appreciated it all the more.

You made it down a few more streets before you finally glimpsed a pair of jeans in the window. You sort of whipped your mate in the process, but you backpedaled to review the shop. Instead of something vintage or something new, it seemed to be a curated collection. You were pretty sure these sorts of places were some type of specialty shop and only once you decided it was a contender did you look toward Donnie.

He held no hope and only looked up at the shop window once before returning his gaze to you.

You gave a furious nod before pulling him through the door where a bell chimed.

Standing as if waiting for this moment was a tall and proportionally gangly man who appraised you both with a lazy smile. “Welcome.”

“Hi…” You meant to part more of a greeting, but you were distracted as everything in the store was the same color scheme of woody monochromatics.

It dragged your eye in an odd way as even though everything matched in hue, there were dozens of items dotted about. You saw full collections of clothes to their matching accessories and onto daily items one might need. When you rounded back to the employee, you found your mate very obviously sizing up the man that was nearly his same height.

“I’d ask if you’d need help, but I think I know what you need.” The worker met Donnie’s eye with a growing grin.

You stayed in the shop long past when it was interesting for you. Apparently this man had been born and raised in New York until an aborted basketball career took him to England. There he set up the first of his specialty shops which catered to men of sizes outside the norm, such as himself. His only caveat was that he set up his collections based on whatever color he was currently interested in. He’d been successful enough that he’d returned stateside to open his second location where you currently were.

Baring how this place was some sort of strange answer to your prayers, you were left to linger amongst artifacts as Donnie tried to conscript this man into his fashion repertoire. It would probably be the only face you cared to recognize though the longer you hung out the more you wondered if you would need to bridge those gaps. You let Donnie handle a lot, but with a child there would be a growing need to share the load.

Donnie would happily share his contacts with you and you felt it was something you needed to actively pursue. You would be happy to rely on him after the horrific toll your body would eventually take with giving birth, but you didn’t want that to last forever. Just like the state of your ongoing career, you always wanted to keep a certain level of self reliance. You would ask for those designer’s numbers and make sure you could order clothes for your baby if you so needed to.

Staring hard at designer bags and wondering how many diapers they would fit, your mate eventually touched you through your bond before brushing your back. You came away with him and his tidy purchased parcel before bidding the man who worked there Farwell. Donnie loomed with one last press for the worker to consider his offer and he laughed as you both left with a chime on the door.

Day 4:

“Should I build a sports utility vehicle?” Donnie remarked suddenly from within the car.

From where you were still lost admiring his garage, you hadn’t really registered what he said. “Huh?”

He extracted himself and folded his arms on the roof. “I suppose a crossover may make more sense… This vehicle is equipped with four doors, but what if we make additional family outings? A sturdier vehicle may be justified.”

You followed along a wall of peg boards that had just about every tool imaginable. In contrast with said car itself, the garage had a less futuristic and more industrious feel. Ahead of you lie a row of metal cabinetry that you thought should have been a trademark red, but had been painted a signature purple. They led to a pair of classic roll-up doors that had acted as both entry for you and the vehicle. You turned and examined the final wall which was marked with heavy machinery. The encompassing space flanked a car lift that sat in the dead center to the garage so mechanic work could be done. “I’m not sure…”

Donnie made a similarly unsure noise before dipping back into the car for whatever he was doing.

He had told you.

You used to know.

You had yet to get over that you were here.

It seemed kismet. It was almost like the moment you decided to find out what little you still didn’t know about Donnie was when he told you he’d be running a maintenance check on the car. Where the vehicle was kept was one such mystery you had never found out so you jumped at the chance to do it with him. He was predictably happy to run an errand with you and only warned you about the part of town.

You figured it mattered little with him by your side and, in practice, that had been correct. His garage was one bay located in a sea of others that were painted with graffiti. There were dingy piles of trash scattered about and busted street lights seemed to indicate that the other tenants were strip shops.

It was none of your business and you turned a blind eye as the car had taken you cleanly to your destination. Everything was automated up until the bay doors had closed. After that, Donnie had taken over and gotten to work while giving you a pass to look around as you pleased.

You guessed the only thing this place seemed to be missing was a place to sit.

Doing another lap with your eyes, you had yet to locate a single chair. When you analyzed the peg board, you found a creeper hung up amongst everything else, but you didn’t really want to disrupt its place. You walked over to it regardless and frowned at its existence. You had a silly fleeting thought about using Donnie’s tools to weld some of the junk together into a chair, but you were disrupted by sounds of compression. Turning around, you watched as the car lift did its job and the car soared up to a manageable height for your husband to slip underneath it.

“Diagnostics clean. Oil change.” Donnie told you before he went to the metal cabinets to grab what you figured he’d need.

“Surprised there isn’t a toolbelt set of mech arms to do that for you.” You moved to look under the car for the sake of it.

“There is.” You heard his voice rove.

You stared up at what looked like the usual underside of a vehicle. “What?”

“It tunes itself.” He returned with a few items in his arms.

“Then why are you…?” You swiveled a finger toward his load.

He smiled softly at you before getting to work.

You checked the radius he seemed to set up and moved just outside of it to watch him. He continued to give that comfortable grin as he went through the motions of removing parts. You watched him switch tools and readied yourself in case he called for something, but he never did. Instead, he cranked through what appeared to be a second nature process until old oil was draining out into a pan. It was only then, as he leaned back to let the excess drip, that he finally addressed you.

“I like the process.”

“Easy work?” You ducked under a tire and let a hand rest against the rubber.

“Yes, but that’s not why.”

You waited for him to expand.

He took a breath and looked up into the car to decipher his thoughts. “The monotony can be therapeutic. While the garage is fully automated, I sometimes prefer to do it for the sake.”

It felt like it was too soon to ask if he was nervous again though you sort of got the feeling he was.

You decided to let him tell you if and when he was ready.

“With the big trip, does it help knowing you got your hands on it?”

He lit up a little at the thought. “I like that. Yes.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t get driving gloves.” You mimed taking a wheel.

He chuckled and returned to his task. “Maybe if you had interest in a convertible.”

“We’d need a whole other shopping montage for that.” You made sure to lay your joking tone on thick in case he did a sudden car modification.

It was a bit too cold for that sort of thing.

Maybe in a later season.

Like on summer vacations when you took trips across the country.

You’d see landmarks and Donnie would be the sort of dad who would do it all for the sake of education.

Something clicked into place and you returned to see said man in his current form wiping his hands on a towel.

“All done?”

He gave a genial nod as he passed to put his tools away.

You sort of registered him disposing of the oil and washing his hands.

You circled the car trying to envision what a family version of it would be like until it eventually lowered to take you home.

Day 5:

“We should have bought little toiletries! They have bottles of this stuff ready to buy!” You whined as the funnel you were using to fill little empty bottles with kept getting backed up.

“Not my formulation.” Donnie chirped and was doing the same right beside you.

“This is too slow…!” You drew out an annoying tone on purpose.

Your husband only chuckled.

You flopped against his arm and watched abysmally as liquid soap oozed into the container at a snail’s pace.

You could feel your mate’s contrasting levity even without your ring.

“Monotony thing?” You asked.

He shook his head obviously.

You let the few beats of your irritation peter you so you could see past it. “That we leave first thing in the morning?”

You sensed his smile before you saw it.

When you did you saw it wasn’t fully committed. “What?”

“I’m done.” Donnie removed himself from your side so fast you nearly fell over.

“Hey!” You jeered.

He capped his bottle off and returned its larger parent product back to its place in the bathroom.

“How’d you do that!?” You called after him.

You heard him pad away in a hurry.

“How did you cheat at filling!?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

You heard only the sound of him rummaging through your suitcase to put the container in with other toiletries. Your lips pursed and you bet he had some kind of mental algorithm that perfectly calculated flow speed. That was some sort of nerdy math that was so very him. Your bottle eventually finished filling and you played up a slog once you emerged with it from the bathroom.

You meant to put on a whole show as if the tiny thing was tremendously heavy, but your mate was clearly waiting. 

You saw he had a box in hand.

A box that made your spine go straight.

A box you had become all too familiar with.

Donnie placed the pregnancy tests into the suitcase with care.

You forgot all about your little bottle and tackled him.

Day 6:

Your alarm blared.

Groaning as it had jarred you from sleep, you slapped the side table. Your husband shifted beside you. You once had the perfect schedule planned. Last night when you were finishing up packing, you were on track to get a tidy eight hours and still leave before dawn for your Valentine’s road trip.

Only after seeing a certain box, you’d thrown out said timeline to instead fuck each other senseless.

Images of the prior night slid around your brain as you forced yourself to sit upright. Donnie blew out a preparatory air to move himself. You patted his shell and heard a mental recording of him from the prior night praising your fluids.

“You, drinks. Me, breakfast.” You told him and tried to parse out what it had been.

It was hot, whatever it was.

Donnie grunted an agreement and gave himself a few more seconds. Throwing your legs out from under the covers, your nude body shuddered against the early morning cold. You found your socks first and stuffed your feet into them. As your toes hit the floor with protection, you spied Donnie’s pants and flung them behind you for him to wear.

You shuffled away from the bed to reach any type of top that would fit you. Sadly you found yours first which meant you also still needed to find bottoms. Cold nipped your ass cheeks by the time you found some and you stuffed your legs into them with a hobble. Your mate surfaced and gave an appreciative chirp as he found his joggers.

You made a similar sound before heading toward the kitchen. Donnie would allow no window that let cold seep in, but something about the glass still seemed to hold winter against its pane. You studied it for signs of frost while you pulled out a bowl. There didn’t appear to be any ice crystals so you set out a pan on a burner to warm.

You gathered eggs.

You cracked them into the bowl.

Their consistency oozed.

That’s what Donnie had said last night.

He had said your discharge wasn’t as thick as it usually was when you were about to start your period.

You blinked wide awake.

Today was day six.

Your period was six days late.

Today was the arbitrary date that meant you could take a pregnancy test.

Though you had done it regardless just in case, this would be the first time it seemed like you might be pregnant.

The eggs felt prodigal.

You whisked them up and were zealous in cooking. Donnie appeared beside you not nearly as awake. For a long moment, he observed you making breakfast before his mind caught up with him to grind fresh beans to make coffee. You had full plates ready before his water had even boiled.

“Excited?” He spoke in a deep voice tinged with sleep.

“Very!” You pecked his cheek and headed for the couch.

You would test at the bed and breakfast.

Not before.

It would be an agonizing wait, but it would be worth it.

You could see yourself in an ostentatious bathroom sitting on a toilet with one of those fuzzy seat covers.

Donnie would be waiting with a timer.

It was February 13th.

You would have the most lavish Valentine’s.

One of Donnie’s favorite holidays now made all the better.

You scarfed your food down and forewent Donnie’s drink offer to instead get ready. You didn’t need the caffeine currently as you were high on your thoughts alone. You hadn’t set these sorts of expectations for your trip, but now it seemed like a given. There had been nothing, but signs. Every day you had been late had been in your favor.

How had you not noticed?

You were riding cloud nine as you washed up. The universe was paying you back for the last few months. You decided that had to be it as you eventually dressed. Donnie appeared behind you and you could hear him churr each time you passed him.

He liked to see you excited.

He loved seeing you happy.

You were going on a road trip together.

You packed the last few things in your shared suitcase and resisted zipping it up. It took quite a bit of focus to not eye the tests too much. You couldn’t close the luggage quite yet because Donnie still had a few things to put away.

“I’m gonna get my coat!” You told him and scurried toward the door.

If he responded, you didn’t hear.

You shoved your arms into your sleeves one at a time and then fiddled with your scarf.

“Almost.” Donnie told you in an apologetic tone.

He felt bad he was lagging behind. 

“It’s fine!” You could care less.

He believed you and you heard the distinct sound of rustling in your suitcase. That meant Donnie was almost done and you would soon leave. You would be out on the open road with your mate. You were going on a little vacation. You were going to have a blast. You had a list. You remembered how you had gathered those little known spots and rotated your body in search of your phone. 

The room spun.

“Oh…” Your voice warbled out and you widened your stance to stabilize.

“And….!” Donnie’s voice led with anticipation.

You blinked out of your lightheadedness.

That was odd.

You hadn’t fallen over, but you had been hit with a sudden wave of weakness.

It then disappeared like it was never there and you had your phone. 

That was strange.

It was almost as if you had momentarily lost blood.

“Done!” Donnie rounded the corner with a bright smile and the closed suitcase in tow.

You couldn’t help, but light up for him. “Let’s go!”

You turned to grab his coat. He came in with an ever present churr to him and you shook his outer layer out. He dipped down into you so you could help him put it on. It was through one arm and with an expert rotation of his body that he donned it then lifted you clean off the ground in one smooth action.You giggled in his arms and he went stiff. 

“Hm?” You tried to check with him, but he kept you hugged close to his body.

All of him came along as you were placed on your feet.

“Donnie?” You pressed his arm, but he wouldn’t release.

He had you in a bear hug.

“Donatello?” You patted his carapace heavily. “Is something wrong?”

He clung to you.

“Don?! Hey!”

His forehead dropped to your shoulder.

“Donatello!!”

His beak rooted down toward your chest.

“Please answer me!”

He shook one visceral time.

You went silent. 

His nails dragged against your coat.

You felt exactly how the fibers slipped under his nail beds until his arms were free from you.

He then stood.

Straight up and to his full height.

Where you saw abject fury on his features.

Your features drooped. “Don… nie…?”

His lip quivered with rage and he couldn’t meet your eye.

“Don…?” You whispered.

He sought the corners of the room before his jaw wound so tight you saw veins bulge.

It took a great effort before he managed to snarl out a single word.

“Overwhelmed.”

It came with spit and he took one robotic step to the right where he grabbed the door handle with a strength that decimated it. He snapped the knob clean off. His vision quaked at the broken entry and you watched it creak open for him from S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s doing. Donnie appraised the exit for one second before he yanked it wide open. There he took a lethal step forward. It was followed by another and another in a methodical process as he walked out of your apartment and down the hall with echoing footfalls.

“Overwhelmed…?” You mumbled to yourself.

That didn’t seem like the right reaction. 

He had been calmer this morning than he had been in awhile. 

Something must have set him off at the last second. 

You wondered what. 

Your trip?

You were running a bit late. 

Late. 

You remembered the fainting spell.

With dawning horror you looked over the still open door and left it to head to the bathroom.

You didn’t remember the steps.

You floated.

You were in the living room then you were on tile.

The moment you fiddled with your belt you felt it.

Every step after.

The button.

The zipper.

Fabric slid down your hips.

It was all givens.

You lowered your underwear and saw thick blotch of bright red messing the gusset.

You sat on the toilet and stared at the fabric strung up between your legs.

You didn’t care.

You didn’t care about the stain.

You kicked off your shoes so you could remove your pants.

You didn’t care about the timing.

You got the underwear off and waded them.

You didn’t care about the smell.

The all too common scent of menstrual blood was now perfuming the air.

You didn’t care about the lack of signs.

You threw the pair away.

You wiped.

The texture was exactly as thick as it should be.

You blotted until there was barely any red residue and sought a period product.

You went back over the last few days.

There had been no warning of your period.

That wasn’t so unusual.

It had happened in the past.

Not often, but it happened.

You gathered your pants and went to get fresh underwear.

Ones you didn’t care about losing.

You were about to go on a road trip after all.

You got yourself situated.

You put them on and then your pants.

You sat with your fly down on the edge of your bed.

Donnie.

He’d been furious.

It had been a long time since you’d seen him that upset.

It made sense.

You fell back.

Your womb felt angered.

You felt the first vestiges of cramps.

You were far too aware of the organs in your lower body.

You closed your eyes. 

It wasn’t like this was the first time you had both gotten your hopes up.

Right?

Something about the sentence snapped your eyes open.

You weren’t sure if Donnie had gotten his hopes up. 

You thought back.

You had been upset. 

He’d doted on you.

He’d said his piece about picking up slack for his partner.

He’d said he’d been thankful for the delay.

He’d been anxious. 

He’d mentioned the calm in monotony. 

The oil. 

The bottle filling. 

He’d never been overt.

He always relied on the science.

He had only ever spoken of the probability.

“Oh no…” 

While you had been putting the delay out of your mind, he was the slave to the schedule.

He was more attuned to your period than you.

First blood marked new cycles.

It stamped a failure to conceive. 

Everything hinged on those time frames.

He lived by them.

He moved in the monotony.

He allowed himself to celebrate early.

You folded your hands, one over the other, over your womb and held your ring.

You didn’t call for him.

He needed the space.

It was so much worse for him.

His lifetimes of anguish didn’t allow for hope.

Hope threatened his well being.

He had let a little creep in.

His anger probably wasn’t even with the blood.

Just as you weren’t mad about having started your period.

He was furious with himself.

For having given into that weakness.

Your heart ached for your mate and you pushed all the mysticism in your body to keep that from him.

He didn’t need to punish himself more.

Not now.

For now, you waited.

Your tech gauntlet buzzed a careful question.

You hoped nothing had happened and reached for your phone. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s call appeared as soon as you did. You talked quietly with your son. He wasn’t calling for an update; he was calling out of concern. You soothed him the best you could. His nervous words echoed in your ears long after you’d gotten off the phone. He also hadn’t seen his dad that upset in years. 

It was many hours later when Donnie returned.

You weren’t asleep, but he appeared before you between blinks. He only looked down at where your fly was still undone. He presumably took in the peak of your new underwear before looking up at you with a listless question even though he already knew the answer.

You gave a solitary nod.

His fingers came ice cold to your stomach as he did up your fly for you. For as chilly as his digits were, there was nothing, but tenderness in the way he did your belt. Once they were in place, he laid his hands flat against your stomach and held soothing over the space. 

“Have you ever taken a drive when you were upset?”

He only looked at you with that same dead-eyed gaze.

You returned with what felt like one of your own.

“I’ve flown.” He managed.

“Driving is different.”

He stared on.

“Drive.” You told him as you got up.

He made space for you and you were eventually packed in the car.

Getting out of the city was stop and go.

Then traffic sparsed out and it was open roads.

You didn’t stop for snacks.

You drove straight by the food stand you had marked off.

You never paused at a rest stop.

Without any detours, you made your reservation.

The wine paired expertly with the meal.

You thought you might not taste it, but you did.

It was divine.

You were full and soaked in a mild buzz as you headed toward the bed and breakfast.

Streetlights flashed one at a time across your face.

A warm glow to a multi-tiered exterior eventually greeted you.

You parked in silence as the cabin was soundproof. 

You liked the sound of your boots against the gravel drive.

An older couple greeted you warmly, but saw your worn out expressions. They gave you nothing, but privacy and a shorthand of what you needed to know about the house. Your room was exactly how you imagined.

You changed bloodied products.

You took pain medicine as an ache had settled into your lower back. Donnie boiled himself in a shower that was far too small for him. You were warming your hands by a live fire when he emerged. You heard him tuck into bed and you read through the last steps to care for the flames before joining him. Glowing embers did little to ward off the dark when you turned off the lights.

For a while you lay beside your mate until you turned into him.

He was on you in an instant.

Making himself as small as possible, he buried into your chest and let go.

You held him as he sobbed.

You held him long past when he ran out of tears.

You held him when the room had gone cold.

You held him until the first birds wriggled free of the cold.

You held him under the many blankets that shielded you both. 

“Let’s stop trying, trying,” you whispered to him.

Whether he agreed or not, his head bobbed as he pulled you that much closer.

You would figure out the logistics later. For now, it was Valentine’s day.

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*Chapter Fifteen*

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WC: 5k

Warning: 18+, age gap, smut, fluff, toxic elvis, manipulation, drug use, it’s the 50s/60s, painful-difficult-devastating-life-changing-extraordinary love

Pairing: elvis x black reader

Disclaimer: full of inaccuracies, inaccurate timeline, inaccurate depictions of Graceland, historically inaccurate themes and items

Masterlist: Prologue, Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

finale pt. 2

“They want you for the cover of Harper’s Bazaar.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“Why?”

“Because they think you’re ‘extraordinarily beautiful,’” He said, quoting the request directly. “‘Otherworldly.’

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Well, I happen to agree that you’re out of this world.”

He smiled as you sat down in his lap, hugging his neck as you glanced over the letter. You thought about the offer for a moment.

“You don’t have to think about it too much,” Elvis said when he noticed your contemplation. “I’ll tell them you don’t want to do it.”

“Will you do it with me?”

“They didn’t ask me, dirty bird, they asked you.”

You laughed. “I know but…we do everything together.”

You knew if Elvis was on the cover they’d hardly spare you a glance. Doing it alone opened up the floor for criticism—criticism you no longer had the tolerance for. Though the hit pieces you saw were few and far between (Elvis made sure of that) you knew there was another level of hate out there.

“It should be all about you,” He said. “You have a few months to make up your mind.”

“They may not want me in a few months.”

“Why’s that?”

You shrugged dismissively. “I might be pregnant.”

You felt him tense beneath you. “You think?”

“I don’t know,” You said. “I’m late but…I’ve been late before.”

“They said there was a chance~”

“I don’t want to get excited. I don’t even want to think about it.”

“That mindset won’t get you far.”

“And being optimistic will?”

You stood up before he could respond, taking the lighter from the corner of his desk. He watched you wordlessly as you took a cigarette from its case and lit it.

“How late?”

“Don’t start with the questions, E.”

He stood with a sigh, dropping the pen that he had been fidgeting with. “Well, let me know when you start giving a fuck.”

You faced him. “You’re upset?”

“No.” You stopped him from leaving. “Birdie, I don’t care if you don’t.”

“I care,” You said. “I’m just scared.”

“If it works, it works. If it doesn’t, then that’s just it.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I do understand.”

“Do you know what a miscarriage feels like?”

He retracted, but he was still upset. “I don’t see the point in trying if we’re gonna ignore it when it happens.”

“I’m not ignoring it,” You said. “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Well.” He walked past you. “I guess we’ll see.”

The months slipped by agonizingly slow. It was a miserable day every day you woke up still pregnant. It wasn’t that you hoped for another miscarriage, you just hated the anticipation of it all. It was hard to even acknowledge the fact.

You were measuring small, even towards the end of term. The doctors told you it was due to stress. It wasn’t the baby that was stressing you out however.

“I can’t believe I’m the one telling you that we need to get some things in order around here,” Elvis said, forcing you out of bed. “That sucker’s gonna pop out any day now, honey. They told us that weeks ago.”

“It’s fine,” You complained. “I’m sure someone will have the room ready overnight if you ask them.”

“This ain’t the inn, birdie,” He said. “You don’t just put it together in one day. Shouldn’t you have some kind of maternal instinct by now?”

You weren’t prepared to have a baby, let alone be a mother. You feared that you’d mess it up, like you mess up everything else.

“Come help me put this thing together,” Elvis said, returning to his passion project for that afternoon—the baby’s bassinet.

“Put it together in the nursery,” You said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “It doesn’t make sense to do it here.”

“She’s not sleeping alone in a nursery,” He said. “You gotta keep her close the first few months at least. Unless you want a psychopath on our hands.”

“You read too much.”

“You don’t read enough.”

“Down the hall isn’t close enough?”

“Don’t be cruel.”

You watched him as he intently read the instructions word for word—ordering you around as he did so.

“A should snap into D,” He said, pointing the pieces out to you. “And B into C.”

“What?”

“A and D, B and C.”

“That’s so stupid.”

“Let me do it.”

It felt like everything was happening to you. You were nothing more than a variable in this equation and life was insistent on working you out.

~

“Just breathe for a second~”

“Is it happening?”

“Calm down~”

“Is it really happening?”

“Birdie, relax.”

You couldn’t, how could you? You were in labor, actual labor. Elvis had kept his wits about him when you told him but that didn’t stop you from succumbing to the feeling of impending doom that you had been trying to outrun for the past eight and a half months.

“Get off the phone, E,” You said, rushing him along. “We need to get there before they really start. I can’t handle it.”

“I’m coming,” He said, trying to keep his frustration at bay. “Go get dressed, you can’t go out like that.”

“I’m going to have a baby.”

“Go change,” He insisted. “You could use the distraction while I get this together.”

“Please hurry,” You said, going to find something decent to wear. “I don’t want to feel anything. I can’t take it, I already told you~”

“I know, darlin,” He said halfheartedly. “We’re practically already there.”

You were fully in labor when you arrived at the hospital and barely in time for the epidural. But, after twelve and a half hours, you were welcoming your first daughter into the world.

It was a moment that already felt surreal in your head but even more so as you watched it all play out in front of you. It was painless—as painless as it could be—and you were happy. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. In reality, you had no idea what you were feeling.

“Birdie?”

“Hm?”

“Her name.”

Your eyes met Elvis’s as you held your daughter. He looked down at the both of you with such admiration.

“Are you asking me what it should be?”

“No, I’m telling you.”

“Birdie’s no name for a baby, E.”

“It could be.”

You looked down at the child in your arms, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands balled into tiny fists. “How about…Lark?”

“…I like it.” Elvis kissed your temple before leaning his head against yours and looking down at his daughter. “Y’know…we’re gonna have to tell the press soon.”

“Yeah, I know,” You responded. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled.”

“It’s no rush.”

“Of course it is. They’re probably camped outside waiting.”

You turned your head when he didn’t respond, finding a telling expression on his face. “E…they are not camped outside waiting.”

“I don’t know how they found out~”

“Why would you say anything about telling them if they already know?” Your shift in tone startled the sleeping newborn in your arms, causing her to fuss. “Oh god, take her please~”

“Hey, it’s okay.” You weren’t sure if he was consoling you or the baby as he took her and stood from the bed. “It’s okay, hunna.”

You stared in the direction of the window, unable to see out but still picturing the press crowded around the building.

“What are they saying?” You asked, looking at him. “I know you’ve heard something so don’t lie to me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” He said in a hushed tone, walking the baby over to the crib that the hospital provided. “It’s just a shock, really. Most of the reactions are good.”

You didn’t believe him but you didn’t argue. You were too tired to go back and forth any longer.

After a restless night, you were awoken by Elvis saying that you were being discharged.

“Liz is here.”

“Why?”

“We have to go through the press to get out of here.”

“Is there really no other way?”

“They want to see us.”

You went through hair and makeup, nursing Lark along the way. You handed her off quickly after she was fed.

“Doesn’t hurt to hold her sometimes, bert,” Elvis said.

“Please don’t start calling me that,” You complained tensely as Liz zipped the back of your dress. You could hardly breathe in the stiff fabric.

“You don’t like it?” He laughed.

“No,” You exclaimed. “How do you get ‘bert’ from ‘birdie?’”

“D’You hear it, Lizzie?” He asked.

Liz shrugged and muttered something about hearing where he’d gotten it from.

“I can’t hear it,” You said. “I also can’t breathe.”

“You definitely don’t look like you had a baby twenty-four hours ago,” Liz said, adding the final touches. “They’ll love it.”

You enjoyed your brief interactions with Liz. She wasn’t talkative—by nature or per Elvis’s request you didn’t know. She finished up and left.

“What’s wrong?” Elvis asked when she was gone, laying the baby down.

“I don’t want them to see me,” You confessed. “I don’t want anyone to see me.”

“Why?” He wondered. “You’re beautiful.”

Your eyes threatened to roll at the compliment. You didn’t feel beautiful. You felt sore and tired—all but beautiful.

“It’ll be quick,” Elvis said. “Like tearin off a bandaid.”

The nurses insisted that you be wheeled to the car but you politely declined. You could make it walking.

Lark was carried out in her car seat first, heavily protected on all sides before you and Elvis casually strolled out of the building. It was pure chaos outside but you tuned everything out. When you finally made it to the car Elvis let you in before following suit. It was quick, like he promised.

*

“Andrea?”

You were shocked to see her waiting for you in the foyer when you arrived back at Graceland. She stopped you before you grew excited.

“I came back for the baby.”

You smiled despite her cold demeanor. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

Her expression softened when Elvis entered with the car seat in tow. He sighed as he shut the front door.

“You came,” He stated.

“For the baby,” Andrea clarified again, kneeling down to peek at her in the carrier. “What’s her name?”

“Lark,” You responded. “Like the bird.”

“You named her after a bird?” Andrea asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s sentimental.” You shrugged. “You don’t like it?”

“I think it’s a beautiful name.”

Your head snapped instantly in the direction of Dawn’s voice. She stood off to the side watching the interaction unfold.

“Aunt Dawn,” You said delightfully. “You made it.”

“I promised I would,” She said, opening her arms and wrapping you in her familiar embrace. “I had to see this to believe it.”

You felt small in her arms, like the child you once were. “I’m glad you’re here.”

She rubbed your back as she held you. “I’m here.”

“Let’s get you to bed, little bit,” Elvis said, cutting your embrace short. “Doctor’s orders.”

Things were different around the house with the baby and Andrea. Dawn stayed for a few days but ultimately returned to her house a few minutes up the road.

You promised to bring Lark over as often as you could, and you meant it. You aimed to go over every other weekend, but that changed into whenever Elvis could make the trip. He hated for you to visit Dawn on your own. You hadn’t paid it any mind until she brought it up one evening.

“It’s like he’s afraid to leave you alone with me,” She complained. “I’m your aunt. I practically raised you.”

“It’s not like that, Aunt Dawn,” You said as you buckled Lark into her seat. “He hates for me to travel alone. That’s all. There are crazy people out there.”

“He hates for you to do anything alone. It’s concerning.”

“No, it’s sweet. And he really enjoys our visits.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t do this.”

“I hardly recognize you. You look exhausted.”

“That’s because I am exhausted.”

“Andrea and Joel seem to think~”

“Are you really going to let Joel and Andrea ruin our day? They’re the reason he hardly lets me come over anyway. Have they turned you against him too?”

“My worry for you has nothing to do with my feelings about him.”

“Don’t believe anything they say, it’s all made up.”

“Why would they make these things up?”

“Because they don’t want to see us together.”

Elvis appeared from the house then, carrying Lark’s missing pacifier.

“Where was it, baby?” You asked, ignoring the disconcerted expression on Dawn’s face.

“Under the couch,” He said. “The drive back would’ve been hell without it.”

“You two be careful,” Dawn said. “It’s getting dark soon.”

“We will be,” You said, stepping forward and hugging her. “Don’t worry about me. Please, I’m okay.”

“See you, Dawny,” Elvis said, hugging her briefly as well. “I’ll bring them by again soon.”

“I look forward to it.” She watched the two of you climb into the car and waved as you left.

“What’s got her so worried about you?”

“Hm?”

“Dawn. You told her not to worry?”

You shrugged dismissively. “She’s always like that.”

He hummed, unsatisfied with your response. “Did you say something in particular to get her like that?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t know…she said I looked tired.”

Andrea was there to scoop up Lark the minute you got back. She claimed to not trust the two of you alone with her. She meant it as a joke but a part of you couldn’t help but think she was serious.

“I was about to take her upstairs,” You said. “She needs to get changed and fed.”

“I can do it,” Andrea offered as she bounced Lark in her arms. “I don’t mind.”

“That’s alright~”

“Let her do it,” Elvis said. “We’re gonna be down here anyway.”

“I was going to,” You said as he took the diaper bag from your shoulder and handed it off to Andrea. “It’ll only take a second.”

“I don’t mind,” Andrea insisted. “Go relax. I’m on baby duty.”

“Come on, bert,” Elvis said, laughing at the nickname as he guided you away.

You watched Andrea carefully climb the stairs until she was out of your view.

The scene downstairs was too chaotic and you would’ve preferred to be anywhere else. Elvis kept a heavy arm around your shoulders as you sat silently by his side amongst the group.

Despite your presence, there were still numerous women who had taken the same mundane interest in him as the hundreds (thousands, or even millions) who came before them. You couldn’t blame them, or the way they stared shamelessly—he was too beautiful to only steal a glance.

What they wanted from him was surface level, they craved his body, but his mind and soul were yours—some crude part of you wanted them to know that. You felt invisible next to him as their eyes locked on his every move.

“What?” Elvis asked when he noticed you shifting closer.

“I want to go upstairs,” You said, giving him a look and hoping he’d understand. You placed a suggestive hand on his thigh to further express your point. “Please.”

“Don’t, birdie, come on,” He scolded, moving your hand from his thigh.

“I need you,” You said. “Don’t you want me?”

His jaw twitched. “Why are you being like that in front of all these people?”

“They like watching so much, I figured we’d put on a show.”

“What?”

“A show, y’know…”

His eyes narrowed as he processed what you were saying.

“I want them to know that you’re mine,” You confessed.

“And the only way to prove that is to…?”

“Show them.”

“How?” He laughed.

“Kiss me,” You insisted. “Touch me.”

“You’re crazy,” He muttered under his breath. “I don’t know how I put up with you.”

His words hurt but in some sort of satisfying way.

He kissed your cheek and his deep voice vibrated in your ear when he whispered, “Go upstairs.”

You stood, trying not to pout as you left the room. You stopped by Lark’s nursery on your way by and you saw Andrea but you didn't make your presence known as you watched them. She was so good with her.

Elvis came up the stairs as you stood there and you immediately went to the bedroom without a word. You shut the door behind yourself, making him open it moments later.

“What? You have a problem with me?” He asked, slamming the door.

You faced him—crossing your arms.

“How can I help that they were looking at us?”

“They were looking at you, not me.”

“D’you know who I was looking at? You.”

“Do they know that?”

“Who cares what they know?”

“I do.”

“So, what, you want me to fuck you in a room full of people?”

You pushed him away when he stepped closer but even with all your strength he didn’t budge. You struggled against him when he grabbed your wrists, trying to pull away. His grip tightened and he forced you into a rough kiss. As much as you wanted to deny him you gave in quickly.

He made you straddle him when he sat on the edge of the bed, assisting your movements with a tight grip on your waist and making you grind your core against the bulge forming in his pants.

“You’re gonna finish what you were trying to start out there,” He said. “Do you understand?”

You aren’t sure what came over you in that moment, but you brought your right hand up and struck his cheek in one swift motion. He seemed as shocked by the action as you were, his head cocked to the side—frozen for a moment before acting suddenly.

He stood and shoved you onto your back, wrapping a hand around your neck.

You nodded in encouragement. “Hit me back.”

He kissed you, there was a gentleness lingering behind his touch that you wanted him to let go of. “Don’t be brutal.”

“I want it.”

“You want me to hit you?”

“Yes.”

He examined your expression for a moment before pulling away. You waited as he sat back on his heels and silently removed his shirt.

“Take off your dress,” He finally said, waiting expectantly.

You smiled and shook your head ‘no.’ He was on you immediately, forcing you onto your front before unzipping the back of your dress. He stripped you, leaving you in only your heels and panties.

“On your back,” He demanded.

You turned over but immediately lifted your foot, using the pointed end of your heel to keep him from coming closer. He grabbed your ankle and ripped the shoe from your foot before wrestling the other off.

He forced himself between your legs. You tried to push him away but he pinned your hands beside your head—he wasn’t letting up but you could feel his frustration building.

You forced a heavy moan and arched your back, playing up your pleasure and becoming pliant. He released your wrists and you put your arms around his shoulders—you let him kiss you fully before grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling. You tugged harshly and he groaned.

“Don’t do that,” He said through clenched teeth. “Fucking let go.”

“Make me,” You challenged. “Hit me.”

“What’s that do for you?”

“It makes me feel like yours.”

You closed your eyes as he kissed you, releasing your grip on his hair.

“You are mine,” He muttered against your lips. “I don’t have to hit you to prove that, do I?”

“No,” You agreed, trying not to let your excitement show as he grabbed your jaw and made you look at him.

“You’re my girl?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what that means?”

Your eyes widened when his ring and middle fingers suddenly pushed past your lips, forcing your tongue down. You gagged and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. The rings on his fingers clanked uncomfortably against your teeth but you couldn’t avoid them.

“It means—” His face was close to yours. “—that you hold yourself together when other girls make you jealous, you don’t fall apart and turn into a desperate nag.” He only pulled away after you choked, his fingers covered in your saliva. “You should know that by now, birdie. You’re actin like an amateur.”

You hardly had a second to breathe before he was forcing you onto your back.

“You’re always asking why I never use your mouth and you can’t even handle two fingers. It’s fucking adorable.” His words must’ve had the effect he wanted them to, because he laughed when you started struggling again. “You’re just a little girl. You don’t know the first thing about what you’re getting into when you ask me to do shit like this to you.”

“You’d rather fuck one of them?”

“I probably would’ve if it weren’t for your bad attitude.”

You fought harder but he held you down under half his body weight.

“You don’t like that?” He asked knowingly, grunting as he thrusted his touch-starved erection against your core.

“No, I don’t fucking like that,” You spat. “You’re an asshole.”

“Your mouth.” He tutted, disapprovingly.

“Fuck you.”

“Say it again.”

“Fuck y~”

You were stunned by the slap that crossed your face. It didn’t hurt but it stung in an addicting way and made you throb with desperation.

“That’s what you want?” He asked, you could hear the panic reserved in his tone. He was checking in.

“Yes,” You reassured him.

“When did you get like this?” He muttered, sitting up and instructing you to remove his belt. “Come on. It’s the least you can do after being such a mean little thing.”

You sat up with him to unbuckle the belt. He took your face in his hands and kissed you, still unable to resist your lips.

“Say you love me,” He demanded, breaking the kiss. “Fucking say it.”

“I love you,” You said. “I love you, I love you, I love you~”

“Alright, shut up,” He interrupted. “You’re gonna get yourself off, d’you think you can do that?”

You followed him as he sat back against the headboard, letting him force you to straddle him. You brought your hand up in an attempt to land your revenge, but he caught your wrist before you could connect.

“Don’t try it again.” He tore your underwear from around your waist, ruining them. “Take my rings off.”

You reached for his hand and he pulled it out of your reach.

“Uh, uh,” He hummed. “Use your mouth.”

You hesitate but parted your lips anyway. He swore as you used your mouth to remove each ring, leaving his fingers glistening with your saliva.

“Last one,” He said as you spit another ring into his right palm and took his left ring finger in your mouth. He hissed as the wedding band slipped from his finger and into your mouth. He stopped you from spitting it out. “Keep it in your mouth. Don’t swallow it.”

You wanted to protest but focused your attention instead on not letting the ring slip down your throat. He kissed your chest as his wet fingers glided through your slick folds.

With his left hand occupied and his right arm wrapped around your back, you had a clear opportunity to land another sharp slap across his cheek.

He released an involuntary gasp upon contact, clenching his jaw and sighing through his nose.

“Spit,” He demanded, holding his left hand out for the ring. You let fall out of your mouth along with the pool of saliva that had collected.

He tossed the ring aside and leaned forward until you laid flat against the bed. He forced his fingers into you, curling them deep.

“It’s not enough that I married you, and gave you my child,” He said through labored breathing. “You want me to use you in a room full of people to prove a point.”

“People you would’ve had the luxury of screwing if I were nicer.”

“You know I say that kind of shit to piss you off.”

You released an accented moan as he slammed his fingers harshly into you, cutting your rebuttal short.

His hand found your throat again and applied more pressure. Your eyes widened in shock when your breathing was interrupted and you struggled to push him off.

“What?” He stopped moving. “Too soft? Harder?”

He waited another second and let go.

“Harder,” You gasped.

“Really?” His thrusts became longer and deeper—making your legs tremble as he reached that spot that made your toes curl. “But you’re crying, mama.”

He knew as well as you did that the tears in your eyes had nothing to do with you crying and everything to do with him choking you moments before. But he’d use the tears as a testimony to your pain if it made you appear frail.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, knowing the answer.

You wanted to tell him to keep going, but it was too much. The last thing you wanted to do was prove him right by affirming your sensitivity. Rather than appear weak, you opted for silence.

“Okay,” He whispered, kissing your lips gently. “I’ll take care of you, darlin, don’t worry.”

He sat up and silently motioned ‘come here’ with both hands—his lids heavy and his pupils blown with lust. You forced yourself to sit up, figuring it best to agree. He wrapped his arms around your torso, expecting you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Stay,” He whispered. “What’re you gonna do?”

“…Stay.” You shivered when he entered you, relaxing into his hold and completely relinquishing your senses.

“Good girl…see? You can be a sweet girl.”

You couldn’t feel anything outside of him. You couldn’t see, hear, smell, or taste anything…only him.

“You walk around like you have so much to prove,” He said, his voice low in your ear. “I don’t know why.”

You couldn’t respond, you couldn’t form any words as that familiar knot started to form in the pit of your stomach.

“It’s like you’re jealous of a couple of strangers,” He continued, rocking his hips upward to thrust inside of you. “Do you want me to treat you like them? Like I don’t know you—like I don’t love you?”

The world fell away and for a moment you were just a body made up of electricity and burning pleasure. Your eyes rolled and you trembled. He kept going.

“Do you want me fuck you like a stranger?” He muttered, you couldn’t tell if he was talking to you anymore.

“Please,” You whispered, encouraging him. “…fuck me like a stranger.”

His hips stuttered and he came instantly, bursting inside of you like a teenager. You felt the warmth of his release pooling inside of you and seeping between your thighs.

You climbed out of his lap, leaving no time for either of you to come down or catch your breath. You tried to turn away—too woozy to get up—but he grabbed you by the arm and made you face him. You wouldn’t look at him, so he gripped your jaw.

“I love you,” He panted. “I…love you. That’s the difference. That makes all the difference.”

You met his eyes. “That makes everything okay?”

“No,” He admitted. “It doesn’t.”

You couldn’t read his expression—his lids were heavy with post-orgasmic bliss. He was still coming down from his high, not speaking for himself but from his pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” He muttered, nuzzling the crook of your neck.

You hugged him back, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to revel in his apology while he was sorry—because you knew he wouldn’t be for long.

He pulled away from the embrace after a few minutes. “Say it back.”

You smiled, you almost thought he hadn’t noticed. “I love you too.”

He smiled, content.

“You should get back out there,” You said. “Seemed like the night was just getting started.”

“I’m not finished with you just yet,” He said, smirking suggestively. “You’ve awoken something inside of me.”

“Oh no,” You said sarcastically, laughing as his hands shamefully roamed your body. “What have I done?”

“Where’s Lark?”

“With Andrea still.”

“Perfect.”

You squeaked in surprise when he rolled onto his back and pulled you onto his lap.

“Tell me what to do."

You paused. "What do you mean?"

His fingernails grazed your bare thighs as he smiled timidly. "I want you to order me around. Make me do things I wouldn’t usually do.”

You would grow to accept that there would be no final retribution or day of reckoning. No fight, no agreement, no threat, no reconciliation.

Those things didn’t matter when it came to the two of you. At the end of it all—good, bad, ugly and indifferent—you two would remain. It was an undisputed truth…wherever you went, you went together.

You could be opposites, or just alike, it’d make no difference. He could be like the sea. Open, free, abundant in what he could give. Charitable, but indulgent. Hazardous, but certain. You could be like the desert. Brutal, unforthcoming, full of life in some areas but destitute in others. Fertile, but not nurturing. Guarded, but unprotected. You could have been all those things and one simple fact would remain.

Wherever there was Elvis Presley, so too was his baby birdie.

—fin.

[trashbag-baby666]

Twin Dads Clegan AU :3

MB made by the lovely @austeenbootler as we bring you a little piece of something we’ve been creating!! (afab!androgynous!gale)

C/W:Mentions of miscarriages

MOTA Masterlist!

John and Gale struggled with fertility for years, the first few times were extra hard. Gale was living alone on an air force base while John was deployed. They were young and hadn’t even been married a full year.

Around week eight of Gales pregnancy and Johns first tour, Gale sends him a letter with the photos of the sonogram. theoretically, he could've told him over email or Skype. But it just didn't seem like something he could fathom saying out loud if this wasn't something John wanted.

Curt can attest to the actual tears John shed after tearing open the letter, he was so excited. He spent the next month blabbing about how excited he was to be a dad. He would blab in the fighter jets during missions about what he was going to name their kid. John literally talked about being a dad 24/7.

Then he got the heartbreaking email then call from Gale. He was at the hospital and he had miscarried.

Curt ends up emailing his partner Ken what’s going on and maybe to stop over.

Ken and Gale become instant friends after the day.

Unfortunately, John and Gale had six different miscarriages over the next eight years. Getting less and less excited and hopeful each time.

Then it happened after they stopped trying for awhile. Gale was pregnant and unsure if he even wanted to try and go through the pregnancy. He didn’t want to suffer the heartbreak of losing another one. But after lots of discussion with John and his doctors and therapist they decided to continue the pregnancy.

They were worried and scared their entire pregnancy. Every time Gale had unexplainable cramps or anything abnormal they would rush to the hospital. They would assure them everything was alright.

Then they found out they were having twins!!! They were boys and they were so very excited. They spent a full month thinking about a second name before landing on Andrew and Arlo.

They also went out and basically bought an additional second of everything…

They would sit in the nursery together a lot. Gale would sit in John’s lap in the chair. His long hair tied back and John’s got his arms around him. He’s rambling about how great of dads they’re going to be.

Gales pregnancy cravings were INTENSE but John was jumping up to get him whatever he wanted!! No matter how odd it is.

Strawberries, peanut butter, and Doritos…pickles and ice cream…spaghetti o’s…

John almost passed out while Gale was giving birth…the nurses literally had to get him juice and crackers. Gale was rolling his eyes and telling John to quit being dramatic. …He almost passed out again when they cut the umbilical cords.

The first week of course was rough, Gale was healing the boys weren’t sleeping. John was jumping up to take care of them at night and making Gale lay down.

After a couple weeks they’re more under control, Gale sits in the chair they got for the nursery. Gale breast feeds one while John holds the other. He leans against the footrest singing blue skies to them softly rocking them.

Arlo ends up having dark brown curls like John and Andrew has cute little blonde curls. Gale loves to sit and play with the boys curls.

Curt and Ken are the go to baby sitters, obviously. They literally live next door to them.

The first vacation they have after the twins are one is hard for them. Gale feels guilty leaving them but John keeps assuring him that the boys will be okay.

However, Curt and Ken do FaceTime Gale and John a couple times a day so they can see the boys.

They really do get to relax though, couple massages, and spa days, Gale really got the treatment he deserved.

[themultifandomgal]

Matt- Trying For A Baby/Finding Out

Trigger warning- struggles with conceiving, miscarriage, high risk pregnancy

A year after we married Matt and I had a baby scare, when the tests came back negative we both felt disappointed. So we decided we would actively try for a baby. I came off the pill all together and after trying for 6 months I found out I was pregnant, excitedly I told Matt, but 3 weeks later I was in the hospital having a miscarriage. I was then told that I would find it hard to conceive and if I do I might loose the baby again. So Matt and I decided to stop trying and we will look into our different options when we're ready.

7 months later I found out I was pregnant again.

I place the test down on the counter top with shaking hands am I excited? Yes. But am I nervous? Most definitely. I leave the bathroom conjoined to mine and Matts bedroom where I find Matt getting dressed for the day

"Matt" I whisper

"Is everything ok?" He frowns looking at me

"I think I'm pregnant"

"Have you taken a test?" Matt walks over to me. I nods my head and point into the bathroom. Matt goes in to get the test while I go and sit on our bed "well we know what we need to do"

"Matt I'm scared" I can feel tears prick my eyes

"I know. I know. But this time we know that you need to take the next few months steadily. No matter what happens we will be ok. I've got you" Matt wraps me up in his arms and holds me tight while I cry into him.

After having the pregnancy confirmed I start to show sighs of preeclampsia, so now I'm practically on bed rest

"How are you feeling today?" Kelly asks seeing me on the couch while Matt has gone to get me some of my craved food

"Tired. Got a headache. I know I've told Matt how scared I am and he said we will be ok no matter what happens, but Kel what if I do loose the baby? Normally after 3 months you can relax but I can't, I could loose this baby at any moment. I'm scared to hear their heartbeat then loosing them" I burst into tears. Kelly comes to sit on the couch and hugs me

"Matt wouldn't lie to you. If he said that you both will be ok then you have to believe that. Your being closely watched during this pregnancy right?" I nod my head but don't say anything "so you need to relax a little because I'm sure stress isn't going to help"

"I know. Nat told me that but it's hard. How's Matt? I feel like he's letting me be scared but what about him? How's he doing?"

"He's scared, more scared for you"

"What do you mean?" I frown

"He's scared that if you do loose the baby that you'll become depressed. He's scared that you might leave him"

"I would never...." thats when I realise that I've not been considering Matts feelings at all, what kind of wife does that make me?

When Matt returns I practically run off the couch and wrap my arms around him

"I'm sorry"

"What for?" Matt asks confused

"For being selfish. You've let me worry and cry and say my fears but I've not let you do any of that"

"Babe, look at me" I look up at Matt, who places his hands on my face  "yes I'm scared, but your the one carrying this baby. Your hormones will be all over the place and I can't begin to imagine how that feels. Your the one who has to carry this baby and give birth and I can't begin to know the pressure you must be facing. I love you and I'm here for you throughout all of this. I know your here for me as well" Matt again holds me close to him

"I love you Matt and I appreciate you"

"I love you too. I got you. We're going to be ok. I promise"

[coochiequeens]

“So women with access to emergency care are the ones that live,” she said. “Women that don’t, die.”

https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/2024/01/21/gaza-childbirth/

JERUSALEM — Walaa didn’t expect the birth of her fourth child to spark abject fear. But by the time her contractions started, the whole family was frantic.

There were no ambulances to be seen in the streets of Gaza’s Rafah City, she said, now so crammed with displaced families that there was barely any food left available for the 27-year-old.

When her uncle Wissam, a doctor, reached the tent where she had lived for weeks in the cold, he said, he could see they had run out of time. “I’m having the baby now,” she kept telling him. It was dark, and she was scared.

His cellphone flashlight was all they had to see by.

The humanitarian catastrophe caused by Israel’s three-month military campaign against Hamas in Gaza counts some 52,000 pregnant women among its greatest victims. As airstrikes push 1.9 million people into an ever-smaller corner of the besieged enclave, disease is spreading, famine is looming and levels of anemia are so high that the risk of postpartum hemorrhage has soared and breastfeeding is often impossible. Forty percent of pregnancies are high-risk, CARE international estimates.

Prenatal care is almost nonexistent — what remains of Gaza’s hospital network is on its knees, at 250 percent capacity and consumed with treating mass casualties from Israeli bombing. Far more women are giving birth outside of medical facilities — in displacement camps, even in the street — than inside them.

Damage to facilities and communications blackouts — the strip lost cellphone service for a week this month — have left Gaza’s health ministry unable to compilereliable data for infant or maternal mortality during the conflict. But doctors and aid groups say miscarriage and stillbirths have spiked.

“What we know about pregnancy-related complications is that it’s hard to prevent them in any setting, but the way that we save a woman and newborn’s life is we treat the complication quickly,” said Rondi Anderson, a midwifery specialist for the Project HOPE aid group.

“So women with access to emergency care are the ones that live,” she said. “Women that don’t, die.”

The only place that Wissam could find to deliver his terrified niece’s baby was a spot of cold earth between the tents. Aid workers hung bedsheets to give the woman a modicum of privacy. No one had been able to contact Walaa’s husband, and her mother was so scared that at times she had to look away. They cut the boy’s umbilical cord with an unsterilized scalpel and they filled tin cans with hot water to keep him warm. He weighed 7 pounds and Walaa named him Ramzy.

The family spoke on the condition that only their first names be used because they feared for their safety in the event that Israeli troops entered the town.

Baby Ramzy is 5 days old. (Loay Ayyoub for The Washington Post)

They fled their home in northern Gaza so abruptly that no one thought to grab clothes for the baby. This week, Ramzy was swaddled in a onesie outgrown by another child in the camp. He wailed as Walaa, still in pain from tearing during the birth, gingerly pulled herself upright.

The 16-year blockade imposed by Israel and Egypt after Hamas won control of Gaza had already made pregnancy and childbirth more difficult for expecting mothers. Before the current conflict, hospitals often lacked adequate equipment and training for neonatal staff, according to Medical Aid for Palestinians, and more than half of pregnant women were anemic.

Hamas fighters streamed out of the enclave on Oct. 7 to kill around 1,200 people in Israel and take another 240 hostage. Israel responded with a bombing campaign and ground war to eradicate Hamas, killing almost 25,000 Palestinians, most of them civilians, to date.

The South African legal team that accused Israel before the International Court of Justice this month of committing genocide during the conflict argued that the obstruction of lifesaving treatment since Oct. 7 amounts to preventing births.

A lawyer for Israel called allegations that it is obstructing the delivery of food, water, fuel and other supplies critical for Gaza “tendentious and partial,” and said it was working “around-the-clock” to help scale up the volume of aid making it into the enclave.

Hanaa al-Shawa, 23, gave birth to her first child, Ayla, during the coronavirus pandemic, and the little girl, she said, brought her family a “glimmer of hope.” Shawa and her husband Mustafa, 25, were ecstatic when they learned in July that another child was on the way. The war began in October, and the future they dreamed of fell apart. “I had felt overwhelming joy,” Shawa recalled. “I did not realize that this joy would turn into great suffering.”

Nearly 20,000 babies were born in Gaza during the first 105 days of the war, UNICEF reported Friday. Delays in the delivery of lifesaving supplies, the U.N. children’s agency said, have left some hospitals performing Caesarean sections without anesthetic. Spokeswoman Tess Ingram said she met a nurse at Gaza’s Emirati maternity hospital who had helped with postmortem caesarians on six dead women.

“Seeing newborn babies suffer while some mothers bleed to death should keep us all awake at night,” Ingram told reporters Friday. “In the time it has taken to present this to you, another baby was likely born, but into what?”

“Becoming a mother should be a time of celebration,” she said. “But in Gaza it’s another child delivered into hell.”

For the five pregnant women interviewed by Washington Post reporters, fear that mother or baby might not survive suffused their waking thoughts — and made appearances in nightmares, too.

Shawa and Mustafa left their home in Gaza City’s Yarmouk Street in the second week of October. The Israel Defense Forces had ordered 1.1 million people in northern Gaza to move south for what it described as their own safety.

“I was afraid that I would miscarry because of the power of the rockets,” she said.

Displaced Palestinian families from the northern and central Gaza Strip evacuate toward southern Gaza on Oct. 13. (Loay Ayyoub for The Washington Post)

Many pregnant women made the 20-mile journey from north to south on foot, their legs swollen and joints heavy as they carried their luggage, three women who made the journey told The Post.

When Ayla was born, her family had a room full of toys ready for her. The room in which Shawa’s second child, a girl, will spend her first weeks, in a friend’s home in the Tel al-Sultan area, is tainted with asbestos, she said.

“We carried Ayla here in just the clothes she was wearing, and we don’t even have anything warm for her,” Shawa said. “If I’m unable to provide for her, what will I do for my next child?”

Rising food scarcity and malnutrition can cause potentially life-threatening complications during childbirth and lead to low birth weight, wasting, failure to thrive and developmental delays.

Shawa said she had only eaten tinned food, with no access to fruit or vegetables, since she left her home three months ago. Doctors have said her iron levels are low and her blood pressure is high. Mustafa searches daily but has found no suitable medication to control it.

Saja Al-Shaer, 19, started to feel like she was too young to become a mother. Her weight had dropped below 110 pounds, she was anemic, and her husband had not managed to get her medication, either. “He spent three days knocking on the doors of pharmacies,” she said. “I do not know if I will see this child or not.”

In late December, doctors at the al-Aqsa Hospital, 11 miles to the north, received a pregnant woman whose high blood pressure caused eclampsia and bleeding to her brain, according to Deborah Harrington, a British obstetrician who volunteered at the hospital with a Medical Aid for Palestinians team.

The baby was delivered by a C-section, Harrington said. The mother was still on life support when the physician left two weeks later.

“These women are presenting it in much more extreme condition,” Harrington said. “They’re just not getting hypertensive treatment. They’re not being screened for diabetes. If they’re diabetic, they’re not getting treatment for their diabetes.

“They know that actually accessing care, as it often is for women in conflict, is really difficult and fraught with danger. At night, there is often no light, so moving around is really difficult. You can’t call an ambulance because there’s no signal. The women I saw were really frightened.”

Walaa with her uncle Wissam, who helped deliver her newborn son. (Loay Ayyoub for The Washington Post)

From the corner of the damp room where Walaa was tending to Ramzy on Friday, she worried about where they would find clean water or baby formula. Her family had looked everywhere for diapers, but come up empty. In Tel al-Sultan, Shawa was fixating on rumors that Israel’s army would direct them to evacuate again. The walking, the carrying, the sense that nothing around her was hygienic — it all frightened her.

But she had made one decision that no shortage or military orders could change. She would name her daughter after her sister-in-law, killed in an Israeli airstrike weeks earlier while trying to find shelter for her own children.

The girl, she said, would be called Heba. In Arabic, it means blessing from God.

Mahfouz reported from Cairo and Harb reported from London. Loay Ayyoub in Rafah contributed to this report.

[regulus-books]

warnings: brief mentions of miscarriage, stillborn, depression and anxiety. if you don't feel comfortable please, please don't read it. I love you<3 and if you're struggling, or have struggled with this topic, feel free to dm me<3

wc: 1.7k+

Since I was young, I've always wanted a child. As I slowly grew, my want for children increased, I became more scared, sure, but nothing is better than your own little baby who will always love you, even if no one else does?

That aside, James and I have been trying for a long while, a year at least, unfortunately, miscarriages run in my family. I have been pregnant 2 times in the past year, one being a miscarriage that plummeted me and James in a deep set of depression, when we decided to try again, my baby boy came out a stillborn. I cried for so long after, couldn't forgive myself. James was so excited for our child, and I just depressed him. Did I not want him enough? I realized I shouldn't be thinking that way, I didn't do anything wrong. Three square meals a day, went to every single appointment, slept the correct amount of hours, I did everything right. James helped me out of the depression and my doctor advised me not to try again, much to my despair.

A week ago, James and I adopted a baby. She was born at 6 pounds and 7 ounces, no name, and her mother died in child birth. We named her Renee Lily Potter. Lily stuck by my side nearly the entire way through my first and second pregnancy, she saw the happy and sad.

Right now, I'm laying in me and James' bed, Renee rests on my chest, and I stroke a hand down her little back. I hum a tune I heard on the muggle radio, a funky beat that reminded me of my husband, as we wait for James to get back from work.

"Renee, darling, I love you so much." I speak to the child as if she can understand what I say. "I am so glad that you're here. I don't know what papa and I would do if you weren't." I pick up her chunky baby body and pull her up closer to my neck. I stand up and strap on a baby carrier to my front, then I walk out into our flats kitchen to cook something. I bounce around the kitchen, James is usually the one cooking, he says I cook like a white mom, and to that I tell him, that's exactly what I am. He always laughs and kisses my forehead after that, winces at the taste of the meal I prepared, but eats it anyways. I hear the fireplace turn on and quickly turn off.

"I wonder who that could be." I say, but there's no doubt in my mind that James is hiding behind our sofa in the living room, trying to scare me. I walk out into the sitting room, and sure enough James pops out from behind our couch and accidentally scares himself.

"Hi, darling." I walk up to him and kiss him.

"Did I scare you?"

"No, Jamie, love." I stroke my fingers around Renee's soft head, her hair longer and thicker than any other baby I've ever seen.

"Hi, baby. Oh, and," he leans down and lets Renee grab one of his fingers, "hi baby." He lifts her out of the baby carrier, laying her tiny body in his arms. She makes a noise and grabs James' nose. "Hi, my little love! You missed papa while he was at work, hm?" He grazes under her chin, and she continues to babble on.

"Well, papa now needs to fix the mess mama made, hm?" James smiles and walks into the kitchen.

"Rice, curry, and naan?" He looks around.

"Mhm, mum brought it, darling."

"Oh my gosh! Mum came and I wasn't home?" I sit on one of our kitchen table stools.

"Yeah, but that was the point Jamie, she wanted to see how I was settling with Renee." I watch from the table as James takes down two plates from a cabinet and plates up our food.

"Well?"

"Well, what, darling?"

"How are you settling with Renee?" He places her down in her heavily padded play pen, and puts my food down in front of me, I take a big bite and think.

"Settling fine. You?"

"Big change for me." James says, ripping his naan and scooping chicken into it.

"Of course it is, darling, we have a baby now." I look down at her, she's curled into herself and snoring quietly.

"I know. I just always want to be home, but I'm constantly working, I'm afraid I'll be distant with her or I won't know her as well as you because you're a stay at home and I work until 7, and that's her bedtime."

"I understand, my love." I nod at him for him to continue. "They offered you three weeks off."

"I know, I just want something to keep me busy."

"You know what's perfect for that?"

"What?"

"The baby, and me." James' face quickly brightens. "How about this, darling, I'll call Moody and tell him I insist you stay home with me and Renee, he's scared of me anyhow."

"Sounds perfect." We eat in silence for a moment. "Reggie?" James looks up at me as I start to wash mine and his plate off.

"Yes?"

"Do you ever wonder if she won't like us?"

"No, James. She'll love us. Unconditional love will be forced. And besides," I attempt to lighten his mood, "no one could ever not like you, James Potter." I semi joke, James' lips twitch up into a smile.

"Except Barty Jr, right?" He dries his hands off, kisses my jaw and rests his body weight on his arms, hovering over me.

"Barty secretly adores you, James. Especially now that your a dad, says it does something for him." James barks out a laugh as I take a sip of my water.

"Well, I hope it does something for someone else too."

"You know it does." I grab his chin and pull him down for a kiss.

"Hm, good, because you being a mama does something for me too." Being a mama, I smile at the thought. He smiles before walking over and laying next to our baby, probably almost breaking her play pen.

"Don't break that, James Potter, or else."

"Very scary, darling."

"Or else no more c-" he cuts me off.

"Shush! Not around Renny." Renny, a nickname James and Sirius have convinced me is adorable, Remus laughs every time he hears it, saying one day she's going to kill Pads for it. He wraps an arm around our small baby, picking her up and getting out of the pen.

"Renny is sleeping." I kiss her chubby cheek, and walk up the stairs to her nursery quietly, James following behind closely. He lays her down in the dark green painted room, her crib sheets a bright yellow color, courtesy of James himself.

"Goodnight, my little love." James strokes her brown skin, tucking one of her curls out of her face. "My pretty girl." He smiles and steps away from the cribs edge to let me lean in and bid my child a goodnight.

"Goodnight, sweetpea." I kiss my fingers and press them lightly to her head. James links our fingers together, pulling me into our bedroom, the next room over. He let's go and takes off his shirt, he lays in our bed and watches me as I remove all of my silver jewelry, and the two gold rings that James married me with stay on my ring finger.

"You're a stunner, mami." James says, laying on his stomach.

"Mami, hm?"

"Yes." I smirk and unclip the carrier that was strapped to my chest.

"That's a new one." I walk over to our bed, laying beside him, he pulls me closer and kisses me deeply.

"You're such a beautiful mum, so so very handsome." He pushes a hand to the nape of my neck, pulling me in for a lighter kiss.

"You know what me and Mum were doing today?" I ask, coiling one of his curls around my finger, staring into his warm, brown eyes.

"What is that, ma?"

"We were talking about you."

"Good things I hope." He smiles.

"I couldn't say anything bad about you if I tried to. No, we were talking about a song I heard, made me dance and made me think about you."

"What song?"

"I think it was called Daddy Cool or something, but the part that made me think of you the most, it said, ‘shes crazy for her daddy, oh she believes in him’

made me think of you." He smiles tightly, he peppers kisses all over my face.

"Well, then, I'll remember for later."

"James?"

"Regulus?"

"Did you always want to be a dad?"

"Yes. Always. I would always hog babies if someone had one, one time I was playing with a baby, she had a fallen out eyelash and I tried to wipe it away, but ended up accidentally poking her in the eye, I cried after." He snickers. "What about you?"

"I've always wanted my own baby, yes. Living in that house with those people, I didn't know what love was but I wanted it. I wanted to have something to always love me. I thought, after Sirius left, there was nobody else in the world who loved me. Now I know what love feels like."

"What does it feel like to you, darling?"

"Warm, everywhere. You, Renny, Sirius, Remus, Dora, Dorcas, Barty, Ev, the list goes on. Love is everywhere, you just can't see it first glance. When we were going through a rough patch last year, at first glance you couldn't see a single loving thing, but if you looked closer you could see how you still pulled on my curls in my sleep, liking to see them pop back up. You didn't know I knew but when I figured it out, I would stay up until you thought it was safe to do it. I craved your touch back then, and all I had to do was ask for it." James kisses me again.

"I love you, Reggie."

"I love you, mon amour."

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Angst questions reply

These are replies to Angst Questions asked by @curiousdamage on February 4, 2019 about Julie and Jimmy in Is This Love?  Don’t ask me what happened to the actual ask.  I think I left this post in drafts for so long because some answers spoil events in the story.  However, I think some of these events are subject to change.  I’ll still leave it under a “keep reading.” 

Julie

1. What’s one experience your character had that made them very afraid? Between six and seven months after giving birth to Lily, Julie finds herself pregnant again.  However, she started having severe pains while giving 8 month old Lily a bath.  She was having a miscarriage.  Julie tried calling Jimmy, but he was unreachable.  So, she called Johnny and Bobby, whoever could get there faster.  Julie was determined not to scare Lily, despite her fear and pain as she was losing her unborn child.  

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened?  Yes, it was actually Jimmy, to be honest.  There were two times during the early part of their relationship.  During the weekend that Julie lost her virginity to him, they had been using condoms.  But Jimmy neglected to tell her that there was a failure with at least two: one had broke and another had slipped off while he was inside her.   He felt guilty and awful about not telling her or even taking her to see a doctor afterward.  But he thought she would be okay, as he assumed she was on birth control pills.  Jimmy actually didn’t tell her about this until Thanksgiving, a day after he learned about the pregnancy.  Naturally, Julie was pissed and felt that he had betrayed the trust she had placed in him.  Julie obviously ended up forgiving him as he was the love of her life, father of her children, and a genuinely good guy who made a mistake and felt remorseful.  The second time was during/after their first big argument.  As I’ve previously stated, she wanted to go out drinking with friends for her 21st birthday, rather than the romantic dinner Jimmy had planned.  She did as she wanted, coming home quite a bit drunk and having to be carried in by a handsome male friend/classmate, which didn’t make her husband any happier.  In her inebriated state, Julie initiated sexual advances.  Sober and still upset with her, Jimmy reciprocated but ended up being rougher than usual.  When she woke up the next morning, Julie was alone in the living room, covered in a blanket and sporting a bruise or two.  It was the first time she had ever woken up alone after sex and that loneliness made her cry.  Jimmy was still a bit cold to her days afterward and they continued to have small fights, leading her to move in with Johnny for a few weeks.  Then she found out she was pregnant.  They forgave each other and reconciled.  But it took a little bit longer for them to get comfortable enough to make love to each other again.  When they did, Jimmy made sure that he was slow and gentle.

6. Have they ever committed a crime, or something they felt was wrong? What was it?  No, I don’t Julie has committed a crime, at least not knowingly.  She never took drugs that were not prescribed.  She never drank underage.  She waited until she was eighteen to have sex, but in hindsight, she sometimes wishes she waited a bit longer.  She has done a few things she felt were wrong at the time, such as getting married and deciding to raise the babies, instead of putting them up for adoption.  However, she doesn’t regret doing them, as she can’t imagine what her life would have been like if she made another choice.

Jimmy

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why?  Jimmy isn’t someone who would commit murder, unless he was pushed to extreme limits.  If someone was responsible for hurting or the deaths of Julie or their children, then it is possible that he would kill them.  I know it isn’t much of an answer, but it would be too dark and depressing to think about.

13. What does it take to make your character cry?  Jimmy will cry if he is worried about losing or has lost someone that he cares about.  Or if he feels such deep guilt and regret over something he has done wrong, especially if it has a big impact on someone else.  He has cried tears of joy at the births of all of his children just because he felt such an overwhelming rush of emotion, such as love for Julie and each child she brought into the world, pride in his family, thankfulness, pure happiness, and so many more that he can’t put a name to.

16. What are your character’s vices and bad habits?  Jimmy has smoked a few joints and cigarettes, but they were easy habits to quit.  His brother Thomas jokes that he and Julie have a sex addiction and thinks that they are too into public displays of affection.  Jimmy believes that he and Julie have sex and show each other affection as much as any normal happy couple who are completely in love with each other.  He also doesn’t care what anyone thinks about it.  Julie did have to point out that grabbing and pinching her ass so much in front of the kids probably wasn’t such a great idea.  She had to bring this up when one of their young sons did that to her because he “saw Daddy do it to Mommy” and didn’t understand what it meant or what the big deal was.  One vice he has is food.  Jimmy may live a healthy lifestyle, but he likes to indulge in food and sweets, every so often.  He likes to go out to new restaurants, even though he tries to keep it to certain days of the month.

[ero-keixx]

i hate my period cramps so much. amd my period itself. ever since i regained that horrific memory of the miscarriage i had at 13 my period just reminds me of it. my cramps are so similar to the unbearable pain i felt during the entire thing. and i got no medical help. i didnt even know it was a miscarriage. i thought it was my period. i remember the events that lead up to it.

i can't remember the exact instance that caused this pregnancy but my aunt and grandfather purposely planned for me to get pregnant. she set up nights where i was "most fertile" for my grandfather to rape me. it worked and i got pregnant. i remember being terrified. they wanted a baby so they could have "something fresh to use". my grandfather was desperately craving the experience of raping a newborn like he did to me when i was a newborn. i didn't want that. my body was still underdeveloped. i didnt have hips for giving birth. i knew i would die during birth. i didn't know how to tell my dad. i was scared of getting into trouble. i didnt even know what abortions were so i couldn't access one in secret. i remember just doing everything i can to miscarry. which was just putting unbelievable amounts of trauma to my pelvic area. i remember what caused it. i went to my sister, who was only around 7-8, with a basketball and begged her to throw it at my pelvic area as hard as she could. she did. and i miscarried sometime after. i remember the amount of blood i lost. it was unbelievable. i felt like i was going to die. i remember passing what i thought was a blood clot caused by my period. because for some fucking reason i thought it was my period (i didn't have proper sex ed growing up so i knew nothing about pregnancy and miscarriages). but it was the fetus (it was only 8 weeks old at max).

i still remember the unbearable cramps. i was bedridden. my period cramps and bleeding were never the same since. since then my bleeding became even more heavy and the cramps became even more painful. the pain i deal with now is so similar to the pain i felt during my miscarriage. every period just reminds me of that now.

[heidisney]

My pregnancy journey was not an easy one.

I knew I was pregnant when I started spotting instead of having my period. I thought it was normal but thank goodness I consulted my OB asap because she told me that spotting can lead to miscarriage. She then gave me pampakapit meds good for 1 month. At 5 weeks, I had my TVS and only a sac was seen, no embryo. It scared me so much that I kept thinking what if I'll have blighted ovum. My OB told me to wait for few weeks more before repeating my TVS. Thankfully at 8 weeks, there's already an embryo with a heartbeat. I can't thank God enough in that moment because finally, I'm really pregnant. Despite me taking my meds and being in complete bed rest, my spotting was on and off during 1st trimester.

Come 2nd trimester, my spotting is still on and off and my TVS showed that I have subchronic hemorrhage. This made me anxious and stressed because I was already doing my very best to rest and take meds regularly but I'm still spotting. My OB gave me additional pampakapit meds and extended my bedrest. I think I was on bedrest for almost 2 months. Luckily, I have saved enough sick leaves at work. After few weeks of taking meds again, my spotting has finally stopped. At 26 weeks (6 months), I requested my OB to check my blood pressure because I felt really dizzy like the world is spinning and my head felt weird. My BP was 140/90 which was again a problem for me. High BP is not good for pregnant women because it can lead to pre eclampsia and placenta previa. I was in panic again just right before the start of my 3rd trimester. I took BP meds and dieted to regulate my BP.

At 3rd trimester, my OB injected me dexamethasone to advance the development of my baby's lungs because I am at risk of preterm labor. At 7 months, I felt dizzy again so i kept checking my BP but it was normal. I had my blood tests done. My cholesterol, LDL, and triglycerides sky rocketed. My OB told me that I can't take meds for cholesterol so diet was my only option. How problematic can I be lol. Then come 35 weeks and 6 days, the biggest problem surprised and caught me off guard... MY WATER BROKE!!! It's not safe to give birth at 36 weeks below because the baby might not be fully developed at that time. So many negative thoughts clouded my mind like what if my baby is not okay, what if something bad will happen to her, what if she stays at nicu for several days/weeks/months, or what if she wouldn't make it. But at that time, I just thought that I needed to be strong for my baby, so I calmed myself by praying.

I called my OB and she scheduled me for an emergency CS. I was wide awake during my operation and it wasn't as scary as I had imagined. I felt really excited to see my baby girl and kept praying for her safety. After a few minutes, I heard my baby cry and they showed her to me. That was the happiest moment of my life. She was so small and precious. Everything was done just like that. It was like the craziest roller coaster ride. The pediatrician told me that my little one was on oxygen for an hour or two. After that, she already knew how to breathe on her own. Just how strong my little fighter is, right? I adore and admire her so much. I was so thankful and grateful that she could come home with me after my 2 days recovery at the hospital.

That ends my crazy-problematic-pregnancy journey but it was all worth it in the end. Thank you, God and Jesus. 🤍🤍🤍

[magicalgothpandamaker]

I know most people will never understand the feeling of losing a baby you never got to hold. I know most people won't understand the struggles of getting pregnant after that loss. I know it has to be frustrating hearing someone constantly talk about that healthy pregnancy. All I ask is to please be patient with those people. I found out I was 4 weeks pregnant on December 23rd of 2022, we found out mid January of 2023 that my baby had lost their heartbeat at 7 weeks. We went in for a couple more ultrasounds to make sure there was no heartbeat so we could go though with a D&C since I couldn't miscarry on my own. February 8th of 2023 I fully lost that baby. I would've given birth in late August but instead of giving birth to my first baby I found out I was pregnant. At first I thought that getting pregnant so soon after the miscarriage would help my healing. Little did I know it wouldn't help at all, in fact it just made things harder. Not that I don't love my son, I love my son with every part of my being, but that doesn't make it any easier. With everything that had happened right after the miscarriage, something I will share eventually but not yet, made everything so much harder. I hadn't been able to fully process my grief before getting pregnant again. While I'm 7 months pregnant at the time of writing this I also should've been holding a 7 month old baby. I know it's frustrating, irritating, annoying, and repetitive to hear me talk about my pregnancy and my son as often as I do but I promise I don't do it to irritate people. I do it because this is new and scary for me, for all the same reasons it is for any new mother but also because I'm scared that the smallest thing is going to cause me to lose another baby. I'm scared that each appointment I go to I'm going to be told he has no heartbeat, that the slightest pain is me losing him, that when he's not as active as usual that means something happened. The more I talk about him and the healthy pregnancy the more that means that he's still there and I still have stuff to share. I'm still grieving the loss of my first baby while learning to be a mother. I know some people out there don't like to acknowledge miscarriages as losing a child because you never met them and you never held them, but to me that is why it hurts so much. I lost someone that I was so excited to meet that I never got to and won't ever get to until it's my time to leave this world. So with that please have patience with me when it seems like I'm talking too much about my son. I'm not meaning to be annoying, I'm just excited to be experiencing a healthy pregnancy.

[rebelheart-ofcountry]

Things I didn’t expect with my pregnancy (at 7 weeks) :

-insomnia

-constipation

-nausea 24/7 basically(I expected nausea and vomiting…no vomiting so far, but nauseous literally 24/7) (like at this point I WISH I’d vomit 🤢)

-not being able to eat bc of the nausea but having to force myself to, even when I feel like it’s just gonna come right back out but surprisingly doesn’t

-acne EVERYWHERE!(and I mean E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E.)

-feeling like I’m getting my period everyday(and being scared of having another miscarriage because of the feeling)

-nosebleeds

-everyone except my husband and I thinking it’s a boy…(we’re both convinced it’s a girl, but we shall see in a few more weeks..)

-people thinking it’s a valentines baby, but I most def conceived before vday.(actually found out 3 days after vday that I’m pregnant)(if I’m being honest, it really goes to show how little people really know about how pregnancy and conception work…)

-UTI (like I know they’re common in pregnancy, but I didn’t think they’d start THIS early.)

-my cheese craving (not a huge cheese person, but this baby WANTS CHEESE ALL THE TIME!)

-my bra size going up a whole size already…

[urproblematicfav-ao3]

I wanna talk about getting Alastor pregnant now lmao

Anyway babbbbyy tim because I never gonna actually write this shit~~~~~🎶

CW: graphic pregnancy discussion, miscarriages, child abuse/attempted baby murder, etc etc-

So whatever the fuck this is would take place after my show lion au/overhaul fic (another reason why I'll probably never write it lmao)

Alastor and Charlie are already married and have been together for like, 5-6 years at this point. Initially Charlie wants a baby, and Alastor is like "ok. I'm not doing any child rearing tho." And Charlie tries to do a Creation magic on them both to give Alastor a dick again(he is so uncomfortable with it but does it anyway because it makes Charlie happy) and herself a functional womb, however both because Hell is just completely antithetical to Life as a concept and the fact that the type of Creation that Lucifer (and subsequently Charlie) does is a bastardized version of the actual thing, it just......rreeeallly doesn't work out well.

Long story short, Charlie barely makes it anywhere and miscarriages super early on. She handles it on her own(with Vaggie's help) and tries to be Normal™ about it but Alastor obvi finds out.

Alastor: Why didn't you tell me and let me help? Do I really come across as that callous after all this time?

Charlie: It all happened pretty quick. Also, I'm gonna so honest. I genuinely was worried you might have tried to eat it.

Alastor: Eat it?! I wouldn't eat our miscarried baby?!?

Charlie: Oh. Well, that's good-

Alastor: I'd taxidermy it in a jar and put it on my shelf as proof of my sexual conquest.

Charlie: There it is.

Anyway, plan 1 didn't work, off to plan 2~

Roo finds out Charlie wants a baby, and offers to do it all over again to help. This time, Alastor's getting a womb, and Charlie's getting a temporary dick. Mostly because it's easier, Alastor already had all the correct parts + a heat cycle, and it's less difficult to just give Charlie some baby making juice instead of trying to force her Hellborn body to do something almost all Hellborn can't even do.

Unlike Lucifer, Roo has ACTUAL Creation magic and experience with pregnancy and babies. Eve was the first bitch to get a period and pop a screaming wet little alien out her pussy, after all. She's basically the First Midwife lmao.

Alastor spends his heat with Charlie at his personal house in thw woods, gets sooooo goddamn knocked up, and then starts waddling around.

They're obviously having twins because I'm annoying. However, I view it more like how animals tend to have litters. But also, humans and deer only really have one at a time so like, lmao thats not scientifically sound.

Alastor also has PMDD so being pregnant actually stabilizes his hormones in a way that makes him feel like he's not insane for half the year. It manifests different for him because he's not human, so instead of being crazy for 2 weeks out of the month, he's just deeply deeply unwell for his heat/rut cycle which lasts months. (Is this because my mom was lowkey using pregnancy to cope with her undiagnosed pmdd/misdiagnosed bipolar. Maybe a little. Shut up.)

Al gets big pretty quickly, and his frail ass deer body can't handle it super well. He basically can't walk on his own before he's remotely close to term. He's also deeply confused and genuinely scared of how nice and careful everyone is, especially considering how much he sucks and how many bridges he's burnt in his life. Husk in particular is basically on 24/7 baby protect mode all thw time (timeline wise: husk has been out of his contract with Al for like 3 years and their technically on equal ground. That's the main reason it freaks him out so bad, because he absolutely fucked Husk over and now Husk is being nice for no real reason. Plot twist Al, the reason was because he loves you.)

He also gets proper tits. Beforehand he was just EXTREMELY flat chested, like definitely some fat there but not much. Now he's got like, A-cups. He's both very happy with it in a gender euphoria way but also bothered by being sexualized for it. (Vox immediately goes "whao.......tits!!" And Alastor literally starts crying because he's being incredibly vulnerable by opening up about being pregnant with Vox instead of hiding it like he was planning. Vox immediately apologizes and explains that he's just really used to doing that when he or Val see boobs and it wasn't actually a sexual advance.)

On the subject of Weird Pregnancy Symptoms. Did you know your pussy can change color?

Anyway, other plot stuff would happen. Mostly Husk being sad he didn't get to have babies with Alastor and lost love shit. Charlie planning babies rooms, Lute begging Adam to let her knock Vaggie up next, something something Angel makes a joke that Alastor is a fat bitch and Charlie says "if you call the mother of my children a bitch again I'm gonna throw you out a window."

Alastor gives birth, c-section because he refuses to push or put any effort into it. You're cutting him open, and scooping them out goddamn it. He initially wanted to go to Rosie, and just chainsaw that shit but Angel and Charlie convinced him to just go to Val's clinic. (Val runs most of the sexual healthcare in hell, its a whole thing.) and Val definitely helped deliver a few babies in his life.

Immediately after the babies were born, Alastor first thought is "why are my kids white." Despite him being mixed, and Charlie being alabaster. Like bitch. The fuck you mean why.

In a less funny way, he gets extremely upset when they try to hand them off to him. Repeatedly saying "This isn't mine, I don't want it." Charlie is....pushy? She doesn't mean to be, but she's too excited about the babies to fully register how deeply Not Okay Al is in the moment. She pressures him to hold them, and the second he's left alone with them after they get home, he immediately tries to kill them.

He's caught quickly. Nothing bad happens, the babies are okay and not actually hurt. But they're separated from him. Charlie quickly figures out that she fucked up very badly, and quickly takes over as the main parent. Alastor already told her from the start, he had no interest in child rearing or being a parent.

Alastor is immediately filled with so much guilt over what he did. He didn't mean it, he was just dealing with a lot of postpartum depression and genuine psychosis and no one was taking it seriously. On a stupid animal instinct level, he feels like a terrible mate and doe because he tried to kill his goddamn babies. Charlie tells him he did perfectly by giving her two beautiful, heathy children all because she asked him to and that his job is done. Alastor takes this, but the guilt is still there.

Al continues to be depressed, Husk and Angel comfort him. Husk is baffled that Al is so genuinely and sincerely breaking down over something like this, that man is a sociopathic liar and now he's suddenly crying over murder. Angel tells him about how Molly did something similar with her twins back Topside, and that its actually super normal and common for woman. Something something, it takes a village.

Alastor loves his kids, but he never experiences that Mother's Love or Parental Instinct that everyone talks about. He'd protect them with his life and they mean a LOT to him, but that magical motherhood spark never comes.

NOW THE BABIES💖💖💖💖💖❗

I already made a post about it, but the twins are a piebald deer and a sphinx cat. Neither of them have names yet because Names Are Important and I haven't figured it all out. They also have to have their Sinner names too, because despite Hellborn not working by Sinner rules where Names Have Power, Alastor is still uncomfortable with his children having their birth names be public. So they'll get Names and then the thing they go by.

The sphinx kitten doesn't have much lore yet, the deer one came first so we'll start with her.

So she's piebald, which is like a generic mutation or something in animals that makes them have white fur mixed in, I was trying to see if calico deer were a thing. I guess the human equivalent would be albinism? Idk. She's definitely black like Alastor is tho. She takes 1000000x after him in every way.

She has white hair with tiny blonde/brown spots, and black eyes like Charlie. The pregnancy wasn't exactly smooth, despite Roo's help and she came out with a problem with her spine. She can walk, but it hurts her so she mostly crawls around. She'll eventually get a wheelchair that she uses most of the time. She's very small and has Tired Baby Eyes syndrome for the entirety of her life lmao.

I mentioned in my Alastor body lore hc post on my main acc, about how his antlers are apart of his ears and brain as his radio antenna. Same goes for her. She's also autistic(and selectively mute), and extremely sensitive to sound like Alastor is. She isn't born with her antlers but the things in her brain and ears to receive signal is still there. She was a very, very fussy baby because she could hear ALL the electricity in Hell, all the time. She was a bit of a velcro baby to Alastor once he came back to parent them(after spending like 6 months in the woods) because he can project music and stabilize her signal to drown out other noise. (This scene would be a HUGE emotional moment. I'm annoying so like, the music he plays for her is Atonement from the Journey soundtrack, which is the exact song he uses to manipulate Charlie in the first part of this entire story. IT'S ALL CONNECTED BABEY)

Also joke that when Alastor was pregnant, Vox would threaten to send her ads in utero so she'd love him and want Voxtech when she was born. Alastor was immediately like "god why".

She's not rotten like Alastor is. Her meat and blood is normal because she's actually a living thing. But she's still got radio robot parts like him.

Also, you know that thing baby deer do where they flatten themselves like a pancake until their moms show up as a survival technique???? Yea, imagine that but it's a toddler thats going dead weight pancake mode in Alastor's arms the second theres a loud noise.

Vox is extremely good with the kids. To a point that it actively enrages Alastor. Vox is very good at the "whao :0000 omg!! Did u paint that?? whaooooo. u know my husband is a artist and I can definitely tell that u got talent." He's super sweet and a great babysitter and the only person Alastor would trust wholeheartedly to take his kids.

Alastor is sorta....cold? He's not mean or actively abusive. But he's bad at pretending to care about the stupid shit a kid figures out. So it hurts for him to see how good Vox is at doing that part. Charlie makes up for his coldness, but he knows that theres a block because of his NPD and it upsets him that he can't seem to just will it away.

He also absolutely 100% plays favorites. The deer is his fav, and he loves her more than the sphinx cat. He's not mean to the other one, but his fawn takes priority every time.

Anyway. I think thats it?? Idk. This was very rambly and self indulgent and now I'm uncomfortable but ya know. Stuff✨

When I eventually make Charlie get Alastor pregnant in my fic that I haven't written any of,

context: no one in my family has freckles and then my mom got pregnant with me and suddenly, at like 21 had freckles. Her doctor was like, "idk :// u are a woman....are u should u just didn't notice.....people dont just get freckles" And then I was born, and I had freckles. I forcibly gave my mom freckles. Pregnancy is wild y'all

[curiousfancy]

{Photo from the time of the events}

In the summer of 2015, I had an abortion. I’ve never talked about it until today. But in the light of the most powerful democracy on earth striking down the right to abortion access, I feel it’s important to share my story.

You see, I didn’t actually want to have an abortion. Yet I’m thankful that I did. It was this one fact that kept me from talking about it all these years - I was terrified that the anti-choice brigade would come across my story and twist it to support their punitive, inhumane views. When I found myself staring at a positive pregnancy test on a July afternoon 7 years ago, my heart sank because I knew that there was no possible way I could have a baby at that point.

Living as an unmarried woman without any family support in India is hard enough, but if I added a pregnancy to that mix, I had absolutely no doubt that I’d be made homeless, again. And having been homeless less than two years ago, I was prepared to do anything to not fall into that nightmare again. Moving to the U.K. to be with Owen was also out of the question as we didn’t yet meet the U.K. home office’s draconian list of conditions for me to enter the country. And since we were both dependent on his PhD stipend for support, he couldn’t quite abandon the only steady source of income we had between the two of us to be jobless and homeless with me in India.

There’s this myth prevalent among anti-choice goons that women who want abortions use it as a form of birth control and practically skip to the clinic in glee. That we never even consider alternatives, so bloodthirsty are we for terminating our pregnancies. My experience with my unwanted pregnancy couldn’t be farther from that myth. After considering all possible options and finding that there were none, I decided that an abortion was the only way forward. I’m lucky that I lived in a country with safe, legal abortion access but even then the attitudes I faced were far from exemplary or even helpful.

Of the family I had left, people who had known me since the day I was born suddenly found themselves unable to look me in the eye or speak to me without scorn. The first gynaecologist I saw tried to convince me that if I decided to abort, I would never be able to get pregnant again as I was too fat and too old (this was a month before my 30th birthday.) When I went online to look for information on 1st trimester medical abortions (which is what mine was and the majority of abortions are) I was greeted with a barrage of anti choice websites filled with images of what I later realised were late stage miscarriages and stillbirths. Even now, thinking of the shameless hypocrisy and bad faith contained in those ghoulish sites makes me seethe.

My actual abortion was the easiest part of the entire ordeal. I took my 4 pills of misoprostol, rolled up some massive joints for pain relief, put on some music and danced to relieve my cramps as Owen stayed on a video call with me. After two hours of labour style contractions, I passed a tiny little lump of tissue into my sanitary pad and the pain stopped instantly. It was very much an undifferentiated blob of tissue, about the size of a small chicken nugget with nothing to distinguish it from say, a surgically removed tumour. A far cry from the images of stillborn foetuses with which those anti-abortion websites had tried to scare me. I was just shy of 10 weeks pregnant.

Do I wish I’d had that pregnancy in different circumstances where I could have allowed it to continue to term? The answer is yes, I do. Do I also feel thankful that I had relatively easy access to abortion care that allowed me to live my life on my own terms instead of pitching me back into the nightmare I’d just escaped but this time with a baby in tow? Abortion laws that allowed me to flourish and grow and eventually become pregnant with my daughter 3 years later when I was ready for a child? Also yes. It’s this choice that’s so fucking important and when you take that away, you take away our right to live life on our own terms.

I simply can’t imagine what my life would have looked like now if I’d been forced to continue with my pregnancy in 2015. For one, I wouldn’t be in the secure, content, and fulfilled place I am in now with my daughter who is loved and wanted instead of being resented as the product of a pregnancy that ruined my life. Striking down abortion access not only plunges the person who’s pregnant into suffering and misery, it also creates a whole generation of unwanted children who carry that trauma with them. It’s inhuman. It’s the worst kind of incursion into an individual’s bodily autonomy. No one who supports this has the right to call themselves human anymore. They’re just ghouls who feed on misery and trauma and thrive on the pain of others.

*although I’ve referred to pregnancy in relation to women in the paragraphs above, please take it to mean anyone with the capacity to become pregnant, regardless of gender. Safe and universal abortion access is a human rights issue, and not restricted to any one gender.

[danielxricciardo]

Hello! This is bit complicated prompt😅 though I read all your shots and I cannot imagine any write who can do this 🤩

Can you do one where Daniel is in middle of race and his wife is pregnant but have very delicate one though she insist on watching the race even though Daniel was very worried about her. Middle of race, her wife had a scare and brought at clinic, i just want to imagine Daniel in the radio when he heard the news. Also if you could include other drivers that got concerned for Daniel🏎🏎🏎

Summary: You have a high-risk pregnancy and during a race, you faint

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1.2k

You don’t think anything prepares you for a high-risk pregnancy. Morning sickness started within days of conception, you were vomiting pretty much every day. You felt no movements until your 20-week ultrasound - turned out you had an anterior placenta, meaning that the placenta was at the front, masking your baby girl's kicks and rolls. You were on aspirin to help keep your blood pressure down, due to your previous hypertension and pre-eclampsia fears.

Daniel was a saint. He helped you in any way he could. But it still was rough. The constant traveling and the stress from his racing were all too much for you, but you wanted to be strong for your little family. You two wanted this child with your whole heart. Especially considering the fact this was your second pregnancy. Your second pregnancy ended in a miscarriage at 8 weeks. Utterly devastating; sent you into the worst depression you've ever experienced.

Your family and friends were always checking on you. They were worried for your health and the little girl's health too. When you were at a race, everyone would ask you if you need anything and you were not allowed to stay up on your feet for a long time.

"I need to go in a few, baby," Daniel tells you, kneeling in front of you. "Need anything?"

You smile and caress his cheek.

"I'm ok."

"Michael is here and he'll keep an eye on you, ok? Tell him if you need anything."

"I know. It's the same as the last race. And the race before," you tell him laughing and then you kiss him.

You loved the way he wanted to make sure you are fine. You were now entering your 30-week of pregnancy and he was extra careful now. Sometimes you were begging him to go to practice. You hated the fact he was under so much stress because of you, but it was not your fault you were having a high-risk pregnancy.

"Be careful, baby, ok?" he asked and you could see in his eyes the desperation.

"I'm supposed to say that..."

It was the Russian Grand Prix. Daniel qualified P5 and it was set to be a pretty chill race. Everybody in the Renault garage was sure your boyfriend can defend his position with ease.

Michael came near you, handing you a bottle of water. You accept the water bottle and take a sip.

It was already halfway through the race and Daniel had kept his position. You were happy to see that he manages and he feels good behind the wheel. But you were 7 months pregnant and you needed to go to the bathroom. You heard Daniel needs to come in the pits to switch to hards so you figured it was now a good time to go to the bathroom.

"Hey," you get Michael's attention. "I'm going to the bathroom real quick, ok?"

"Want me to go with you?" you shoot him a stare. "You know what I meant, Y/N."

"I'm fine, really, I just need to pee."

Maybe it was the rapid way you got up from the chair, but you got dizzy and fainted. The feeling you get when you pass out is a weird one. It's like you know you’re about to lose consciousness, but you’re powerless to stop it. You start hearing like a whirring sound, then your vision gets blurry, your heart feels heavy, breathing becomes increasingly more difficult, then finally you lose control of your body. Everything just went kinda black after that, the only thing you remember is the sound your head made when you fell on the ground. You tried your best to fight it, but you only got more exhausted the harder you tried to remain conscious.

Without you being able to know, everyone around you became frantic. It was almost like they forgot about Daniel coming into the pits, but his race engineer told him something unexpected happened and to come to pits later.

"Ok, copy that," he tells via radio. "What happened anyway?"

"Don't worry about it, Daniel, pit in next lap."

Silence fell over the radio.

"It's Y/N?"

Again, the driver was met with silence and he became anxious with every second. He made up his mind. He will go to the pits the next lap and will retire the car. He can't race knowing his girlfriend, that has a high-risk pregnancy, isn't feeling well.

So that's what he did. His race engineer kept telling him to just do another lap, but he stopped his car into the pits and the race was over for him.

After a while, the drivers started to ask their race engineers what happened with Daniel because he was still out of the race. They got the same answer 'he retired the car'. And everybody knows that Daniel will retire the car only if you are not feeling well. So, the next logical question the drivers asked was 'is Y/N ok?' but there was no answer to that.

You were in the medical center. You were awake now. The doctor was doing a lot of tests on you to determine what caused the sudden blood pressure drop from your usual 120/70 to 90/55. You just wanted to know if the baby is fine, and you were assured that there was nothing life-threatening for the little girl. Michael was staying with you and you were relieved to go through such a fright with someone you loved with you.

You were free to go when Daniel came into the room. At first, you didn't understand what was happening. Daniel was in the same room with you, but you could still hear the car engines, so the race wasn't over.

"What are you doing here?" you ask Daniel when he comes to hug you.

"I needed to see if you're okay, love."

"But the race-"

"I don't give a fuck about the race. Are you ok?"

So the doctor started to tell Daniel everything that has happened with you, and he was pleased to hear that you two were fine.

"You shouldn't have given up the race, I would have been here when you finished," you tell Daniel when you were left alone. "What will the team say about you retiring the car? You could score good points."

"I only care about you and our daughter, ok? When my race engineer told me not to pit that lap I knew something was wrong so I asked if you were ok, and I got no answer. For me, that was the only logical step I could have made at that moment," says your boyfriend and you smiled.

The race ended, with Max winning at Sochi. You and Daniel were watching the post-race interview with the three winners, and you saw Max asking about you.

"Sorry to interrupt, but do you know anything about Y/N? Is she ok?"

"We heard she is fine, just something minor, both her and the baby are fine."

"Oh, ok, thanks!"

Lewis and Valtteri were near Max and heard that you were fine and they breathed a sigh of relief.

[thevampiresiren]

Gone Too Soon

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Genre: ANGST, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You and Leon end up having a miscarriage and he heavily blames himself. Now he wants to try again.

WARNINGS: miscarriage, cursing, alochol as a coping mechanism, depression, self doubt, oral sex (m&f), fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (stay safe my friends!)

A/N: I know this is a VERY touchy subject. I personally have never had a miscarriage but I know someone who has so this may not be 100% accurate. Also this is my first time writing smut so sorry if it sucks😅

Lennox is pronounced Len (rhymes with pen) nox (Nyx like the makeup brand or Nick's)

Leon never really wanted to have kids. With your all's job and the world that everyone was living in with B.O.W.s and death knocking on the door, the last thing he ever wanted was bringing another life into it. So when you first told him you were pregnant, it didn't settle well with him. Leon didn't see himself as the parenting type and the thought of something happening to you or the baby terrified him. But now that you both had accepted it and you were now 7 weeks pregnant, Leon couldn't be happier. He was always rubbing and littering your lower belly with kisses, telling it how much he loved the little being growing inside of you.

"I hope we have a girl." Leon said while you two were laying in bed. His right hand was gently rubbing your belly while he had his left arm around you, pulling you to his chest.

"As long as they have your blue eyes, I don't care what we have." You said smiling moving a strand of your husband's blonde hair out of his face. Even though he was only in his black sweatpants, you couldn't help but think of how handsome he was. Leon rolled his eyes smiling, kissing you and your belly goodnight.

A few hours later you rolled out of bed to head to the bathroom. You had thought that your bladder was just full and the pressure was just from having to relive yourself. When Leon awoke from you screaming his name, he thought someone had come in and attacked you. He jumped out of bed and sprinted for the bathroom door busting it open.

"Babe! What's wro-." Leon stood to doorway of the bathroom and found you laying on the floor with your hands and disheveled h/c locks covering your face and crying your eyes out. You had removed your sleep pants and underwear and he tried his best to look away from them and what was on them. He sat on the floor beside you and pulled you in his lap; your head on his bear chest as you sobbed while your hands were in fists. He rubbed your back trying to soothe you and trying to ignore the aching pain in his heart. After a few minutes your cries of pain turned into faint sobs.

"We need to go to the hospital, Sweetheart. We need to see what's going on" Leon said just above a whisper. He knew in his mind exactly what happened. You both did, but he needed to make sure you yourself was actually okay physically.

*****

It had been ten months since you and Leon had lost the baby. To say Leon was depressed was an understatement. At the beginning of the loss he stayed strong for your sake. Always telling you it wasn't your fault, you didn't disappoint him, and that he loved you more than anything else in the world. But he was so focused on you and your grieving, that he never got to properly grieve himself. He started drowning himself in alcohol again to numb the pain and became more aggressive towards Claire and Chris. Tonight was no different when you got a call at 8pm from Claire.

"Y/N... Its Leon... He's been drinking too much and he's refusing to head home." She said in a sad voice. Your heart sank at the thought of Leon drowning himself in alcohol instead of coming to you.

"I'll be right there, Claire. Can you and your brother keep an eye on him for me until I get there?"

"Of course."

You grabbed your jacket and car keys and headed out to where Claire said Leon was.

When you parked the car outside of the bar, you saw Claire standing outside of it. She walked over to you after you got out of the car and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Are you doing okay? I haven't seen you since..." Claire cut herself off not wanting to cross any lines.

"I'm doing the best I can. I just want to get Leon back to the house though and get some sleep." Claire nodded and the two of you headed into the building. When you entered you caught Chris with his hand on Leon's arm, trying to force his attention causing Leon to shove him away forcefully.

"WILL YOU JUST FUCKING LEAVE, REDFIELD."

"NOT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND HEAD BACK HOME TO YOUR WIFE."

"GUYS!" Claire shouted, forcing the two to look over at her and Leon's eyes to focus on your form standing beside her. You walked over to stand beside Leon, causing Chris to move out of way and stand beside Claire. You placed your hand on top of his shoulder, looking into his broken eyes.

"Babe, I-"

"Not now, Leon." You softly said cutting him off. "Please, just come home." Your voice shaking. It took him a few moments but he gave a slight nod before picking up his leather jacket and heading towards the exit. You looked other at Chris and he gave you a sad smile while Claire told you to call her if you needed anything.

The drive back home was silent between the two of you. You focused on driving while Leon looked back and forth between the outside window and his lap, the alcohol slowly wearing off. When you arrived back your place, you hopped into the shower to de-stress yourself. When you walked back into the living room, you saw Leon sitting on the couch, eyes shut, hand on a glass of whiskey that was sitting on his thigh. You walked over to the sit beside him and wrapped your arms around his waist, your head on his chest. You felt Leon relax to your touch as he let out a deep sigh.

"Leon... We need to talk about this."

Leon went to bring the glass of alcohol up to his lips, but your hand on top of the glass and staled his movements. He looked down into your e/c eyes before pulling away and placing the glass on the coffee table.

"I'm so fucking sorry... Its my fault we lost the baby." Leon said looking down to the floor trying to hold back his tears.

"What the hell are you-"

"I didn't want kids. I never wanted kids. And I was so upset when I first found you were pregnant and blamed myself for not being careful enough." He said looking into your eyes facing you. "But then I got so fucking happy. I started loving the idea of seeing the first sonogram, hearing the heartbeat, feeling the kicks in your belly, you being called "mommy", and having another reason to keep this shithole we call the world safe." You noticed his voice started shaking more and tears were on the verge of escaping his now dull blue eyes. You weren't going to speak just yet, no matter how hard you wanted to cry. He needed to get everything out. Leon looked down at your wedding ring, and held onto your hand like his life depended on it.

"I thought three years ago when we got married that having you as my wife was the best feeling in the world and losing you would kill me. But us having a family was best feeling in the world and it was taken away from me because I was too selfish and scared in the beginning. And I want kids now but I'm terrified of them being taken away from me like this again." he said allowing his tears finally fall.

You wrapped your arms around his shaking form and laid down in the couch, situation yourself so he could lay his head on your chest. You gently ran your fingers through his soft golden locks to soothe him, letting your tears fall as well.

"Leon... this is not your fault and its absolutely NOT the world punishing you. You were scared and didn't know what to do. Hell, I was terrified." You lifted up his face to have him focus on you, gently stroking his stubbley cheek with your thumb.

"But you can NOT blame yourself for this. I love you too fucking much to see you fight yourself and think that world is punishing you for being scared." Your were crying in full force now. Leon gently grabbed the back of your neck, placing a gentle and loving kiss on your lips. You kissed him back smiling. Leon slowly pulled away, letting your noses still touch.

"I love you too, Angel." He said smiling, running his finger through your soft h/c locks. He paused for a moment, thinking about you, your lives, and everything that you both had been through. He looked into your e/c eyes with his loving blue ones.

"I want us to try again. I want a baby. Please, Sweetheart?"

Your heart swelled at the words coming from him. You've been wanting to try again over the last month, but were terrified of the outcome. But more than that you were willing to risk it all to have a family with the love of your life. With a giant smile on your face you said "Yes, Leon.".

That was all he needed to hear before he captured your lips in a deep passionate kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he pulled closer to his body. Leon’s tongue gently licked your lips for an entrance that you happily allowed, making you quietly moan and sent shivers down your spine. His started slowing lifting your t-shirt up to caress your breasts and removed your bra while kissing down your neck leaving gentle bite marks. You let out a sigh  and pushed Leon's jacket off of him, making him discard it somewhere on the floor. Leon wrapped your legs around his waist and picked you up to head to the bedroom. He gently laid you down on the bed and hovered over you smiling.

"Aww, no couch sex this time?" You joked pouting your lips. Leon chuckled and peck your lips. He leaned back and removed his shirt revealing his toned body. You felt yourself getting more hot by the looking at the man above you who you loved for than life its self . As you scanned his body you noticed in his tight jeans that he was just as excited as you were. You reached your hands out to his waist to undo his belt when his hands gently grabbed your wrists. Leon looked down at you with his now dark navy blue lust and love filled eyes before placing your hands down to your sides.

"Not yet, Sweetheart." He said in a sultry voice causing your arousal to heighten. Leon removed your jeans in one swift motion. You look down at him as he place his large calloused hands on waist line of your panties, slowly pulling them off. The cool air caused you too shiver as it met your hot wet folds. You let out a quiet moan as he began kissing your inner thigh.

"Fuck. your soaking, Babe." Leon said while collecting your wetness.

"Leon... Please" you moaned. He smiled and gave your clit a gentle kiss before giving your heat the attention your body had been craving. His slow licks over your folds and feeling of facial hair rubbing against you set a fire inside of you. You felt your stomach begin to tighten when he began licking circles on your sensitive bud. Leon pushed your thighs up and further apart, giving him better access to suck on your clit and folds. A loud moan left your lips at the feeling and you tugged on his silky blonde locks. Leon moaned at the sting on his scalp, lavishing in the feeling and taste of your juices. He slowly inserted his index and in middle fingers into your wet cavern, rubbing that sensitive spot inside of you.

"Fuuck, Leon." You moaned bucking your hips against his tongue and fingers. Your walls tighten around his fingers, signaling that you were close to your high. Leon moved his fingers faster, making your back lift off the bed and toes curl. Your orgasm took over your body, leaving you breathless. Your body shook and your juices soaking the sheets. Leon removed his fingers from inside you to lick off the mess on them and rubbed your thighs. He gently kissed your lips, allowing you to taste your release.

"You good, baby?" He said smirking while resting his forehead against yours. Catching your breath, you smiled.

"Better than good. But I think its only fair if I pay you back." You said smirking. Leon sat on his knees and allowed your hands removed his belt. With his help you removed his jeans and boxer briefs. His hard dick hit right below his belly button, the tip an angry red with a little bit of precum making your mouth drool. You positioned yourself so that you were sat up a little but still laying down and he was above you. You placed your hands around him and gently started stroking then up and down. Leon took a deep breath as you ran you thumb over his sensitive head before slowly taking him into your mouth. His length was hot and heavy on your tongue and the taste of his precum only turned you on more. You swirled your tongue around his tip and gently kissed it before kissing up from his pelvis to his faint happy trail while you continued to stroke him.

"God, you're going to be the end of me." Leon moaned out, looking into your e/c while gently stroking your cheek. Your smirked and popped him back into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down while stroking what couldn't fit into your mouth. Leon gently pulled you away kissed your lips, making you lay back down. You looked up at him confused.

"Not tonight, Babygirl.". He said before he slowly slid himself inside of you, kissing your forehead. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of him stretching your tight walls.

"Fuck..." Leon groaned at how tight you were. He moved his hips at a slow but deep pace while nipping at your neck collar bone. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him as close to you as physically possible so your bodies were flushed against each other. He slowly started picking up his pace, lifting your legs around his waist so he could hit the spot inside you that made you see stars. Your body felt like it was in fire, your nails digging into his back. Your walls hugged him like a vice, showing that you were close, making him moan into your neck.

"I love you." He whispered, his ocean eyes staring in yours with your foreheads and noses touching.

"I lo- love you too, Leon. So much." You said as you felt almost reaching your high. Leon placed his thumb on clit, tracing circles around. You moaned loudly, Leon kissing you passionately as you came hard. As you felt yourself come undone, your second orgasm much more intense than the first; you felt Leon cum inside of you. The warmth of his seed soothing your aching walls, he gently pulled away from the kiss. He rubbed his nose against yours while gently rubbing your sides with him still inside of you as he began softening. Both of you held each other close, trying to catch your breathes. After a few minutes, Leon slowly pulled himself out of you, both of you whimpering as you missed the feeling of each other. He pulled you close, laying your head on top of his chest and wrapping the covers over the both of you.

"You okay?" Leon asked tired while stroking your cheek. You moved a strand of his disheveled hair out of his face.

"I've never been better." You said with a tired smile, bringing him into a gentle kiss. "I love you, Leon." You said.

Leon smiled, pulling you closer to him.

"I love you more.".

****

"The files for the new job are in the manila envelope over there." You said pointing to the kitchen island.

"Another? I just came back from one." Leon said as he walked over to you.

"Yeah, but apparently were working on this one together." You said shrugging your shoulders.

Leon sat down at the island and opened the envelope and saw some papers and another white envelope. Leon looked over the papers and saw that one was actually a blood test from the doctor's and one thing stood out to him

Y/N  Kennedy:

Pregnancy Test- Positive

Leon stared at the words in front of him for a moment in awe. He jumped from where he was sitting, knocking the bar stool over, and ran over to you gently placing his hands on your belly.

"You're pregnant?!  How far along are you?!" Leon asked excited.

You laughed at how he was basically acting like a kid getting the best Christmas present he could have gotten.

"Yup. I'm 10 weeks and the baby is as healthy as they can be."

Leon picked you up in his strong arms and gently twirled you around kissing you.

"You still have another thing to open, Kennedy." You said when he set you down, handing him the little envelope.

Leon looked at you and opened it. In the envelope were sonogram pictures. Leon felt tears fall down his face as he looked at the pictures. The pictures that symbolized your loved for each other. The little creation that was made out of the of you. Leon slightly jumped as he felt you wrapped your arms about his waist from beside him and kiss his chest; he instinctively wrapped his left arm around your shoulder pulling you close.

"So, Mr. Kennedy. Are you ready to complete this mission with me?" You said looking up and smiling.

Leon set the sonogram down before wiping the tears from his face. He gently kissed your lips "Always, Mrs. Kennedy.".

****Epilogue****

Leon stepped through the front door of the house barley getting his shoes off before he heard the thumping of little feet.

"DADDY! I MISSED YOU." Your three-year-old daughter came running towards Leon and jumped into his arms.

Leon smiled at the girl with cute freckles and moved a strand of her h/c hair out of her face, gently kissing her forehead.

"Hi Princess, I missed you too. Where's Mommy?" He asked.

"I'm in here." You called from your shared bedroom.

"C'mon Daddy!" Your daughter said, as her gorgeous bright blue eyes she got from her father sparkled.

"Lennox, why don't you go grab a book for Daddy to read to you for bed?" you said.

"Okay, Mommy!" Lennox ran as fast as her little legs could take her into her bedroom to grab her book. Leon smiled at you. You were in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers that you had been wearing to bed as of late

 “I missed my girls" Leon said while wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands landing on the small bump of your stomach. "He giving you a hard time?" He ask as he kissed your shoulder and laid his head on the crook of your neck. Leon could tell you were exhausted by how you relaxed immediately in his arms.

"Yeah, I haven't been able to keep anything down all day. Nyx was never this terrible when I was pregnant with her. He's going to be a stubborn pain in the ass like you". You said smiling causing Leon to laugh. He gently turned you around and kneeled down so he was at eye level with your belly and placed a gentle hand on it.

"Listen here little buddy. Give your mom a break okay? She's amazing and loves you very much. But she can't handle too us or she'll lose her shit." He gently spoke. You both felt a little kick from inside, almost like the little one was responding to you making you both laugh.

"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page kiddo." Leon said while kissing your stomach.

"I GOT IT!!" Lennox announced as she came back into the bedroom. Leon picked her up and carefully threw her over his shoulder making her laugh hysterically as he carried her into her room. You followed them into Lennox’s room and smiled as Leon kneeled down next to her bed and began tickling and giving her kisses. Once your daughter was asleep, the two of headed to bed yourselves. You laid down beside your husband and he began rubbing your belly again.

“'Not father material my ass" you said chuckling.

Leon rolled his eyes smiling before kissing your forehead. “I wouldn’t have this any other way.” He said looking into your eyes.

“Me either. I love you Leon Scott Kennedy.”

“I love you more Y/N Kennedy."