#Buddy offering to look after him if Kristen is too busy?

[omnipresentlemon]

I am begging Kristen Applebees to go check on her brother Bucky I know there’s a million other things happening but Brennan keeps dropping hints and reminders that something is going on with Bucky and I need Kristen to do something before it’s too late!!!

[nygmobblepot-trash]

S1 of gotham.

Jesus Ed is creepy as hell. Did I just gloss over that before? Like I remember honestly being mad that Kristen didn't go for Ed earlier and treated him "badly". She tried so hard to be nice while he never left her alone. Ed i understand you struggle with people skills, but you seriously need to chill. It's one thing to be made fun of because you have to spout riddles every second, but it's another to bother your coworker after she has told you countless times she is uncomfortable.

Also speaking of Ed why didn't they just give Ed the position of medical examiner or hell make him a detective. Clearly education doesn't matter because he gets the job of ME later. He's clearly very smart and solves most of the cases for Harvey and Gordon.

I also forgot how cunning Oswald is and how hard he plays everyone is Gotham. Which of course makes his decisions in s3 that more stupid but we'll get there... heavily intoxicated though.

Honestly love the dynamic of Jim and Harvey. Someone beaten and tired from the system vs someone who can think they can make a difference and save everyone.

Fish and Butch are great too. Liza didn't deserve what happened to her.

Alfred is a huge catalyst for Bruce. He's so chaotic and I love it. You want to investigate yourself? Cool. Fuck the police. Oh and if you find the dude I'll kill him for you. Also I might as well teach you how the beat the living shit out of everyone. No pussies in this house.

Also why is Selina so god damn angry all the time. Yeah I get that Bruce has no clue about the real world but he tries. He proves himself by living on the streets with her. He also doesn't get mad when she steals his shit. He actually cares for her and has never done anything to actually hurt her. He risked himself to save her countless times. Yeah he wants to know who killed his parents but he also cares about her. He proves he isn't manipulating her. Someone please help the small child.

Honestly wtf is up with babs? Like they gave her nothing to do except be rich and want to know what Jim does at work. They only gave her a personality after they made her crazy. Well not really but thats for s2.

Lee has more of a personality but falls for Jim in like .2 seconds. Which I guess happens the real world but whatever. She of course doesn't like how Jimmy walks the line. But it's gotham and you can't get shit done without being morally gray from time to time. Actually sorry I'm going back. Can anyone name one thing Lee likes? Any hobbies she has? Harvey like to drink. Gordon is always in work mode. Ed nurses stray birds back to health. Oswald takes care of his mother. Babs goes to parties alone and worries about Jim all day. Bruce does a lot of different things. What about Lee? Fuck maybe Lee was a step back. Bab just got less screen time.

Speaking of nursing birds back to life, let's talk about the totally straight friendship of ed and Oswald. Now this is me sort of jumping ahead... if the writers didn't want the relationship why did they write them like this? Honest to whatever God you pick, what the actual fuck were they thinking? Ed literally had to pick up Oswald and take him back to his place. Sow up any wounds. Probably wash him too. AND find him clothes. Look Oswald wouldn't fit into Ed's clothes. No way. Ed is a tall boy. Thus the conclusion is he had to figure out the bird's size and buy him clothes. Then this boy goes above and beyond to not only heal this angry man's body but his heart too. Why go through all that trouble? Hell he even told Oswald about the very bad thing he did.

FUCK side tangent. Kristen did not deserve what happened to her. They were so cute together too. I do honestly wish she wouldn't have reacted that way to hearing what happened to her ex. Ed was honestly just trying to help her. I'm not saying that she would have every right to get the fuck out of there or question if that was Ed's real motive. It's ironic though. Ed killed a man because he feared he would continue to hurt her or kill her. He ended up killing her on purpose to save himself. I do wonder if he allowed Kristen to leave if she would rethink he stance and either go back to him or just not report it and stay away from Ed. It would also be interesting to see how Gordon and Harvey would react. Killing Offer dorty (idc how to spell it) could be morally gray. Anyways Ed's a jackass.

Where were we? Oh yeah. So does Ed have multiple beds? Like we know he doesn't have friends so why would he pay for a two bedroom apartment? So I have to know did Oswald force him to sleep on the floor? Remember guys they're not gay for each other or anything. They just bonded and worked though some shit together and sang a song together. Sure if it was Gordon and any chick they would've fucked immediately but thats not the point. They're friends. You know how Harvey nursed Jim back to health and helped Jim continue being a detective? Also during that period they'd gaze into each other's eyes for a painful amount of time. Not to mention the part where Harvey bathed and gave Jim new clothes. Exactly like that. What that never happened? Why, because it may imply they aren't just good buddies?

Also why wasn't Ed involved in the final fight? I'd be funny if he was back up and showed up and saved them. Or was he there in the back taking notes minding his own business?

[thedeevirus]

Sugar daddy AU, except the opposite of what people normally do. Edward is the rich, older man and Oswald is the young boyfriend.

Professor Ed Nygma is set up with a ‘sugar baby’ by his Gotham U colleague Professor Kristen Kringle but things don’t go according to plan…

Added to Nygmobblepot Ficlets on AO3

Hope you enjoy! But no prizes for knowing which song they’re playing on the piano LOL

***

‘Eddie?’

‘Huh?’

Ed flicked the whistling kettle off and Kristen obligingly repeated what he had missed.

‘I said, “I’m really sorry the date with Isabella didn’t work out”’.

Ed shrugged offhandedly as he sat beside Kristen on his couch. The weekly ritual of ‘Tuesday Tea Time’ after work at his apartment was somehow cleansing after the uncomfortable atmosphere of the previous evening. It had been the latest in a long line of blind dates Kristen had arranged for him. One of the only aspects of cold comfort was that it had been far from the worst one. Another was that his attempts at romance had, so far, stayed out of the vortex of campus gossip.

‘Me too’, Ed said, offering her a cookie, ‘It was just too weird’.

Kristen dunked the cookie in her tea, shaking her head.

‘Yeah, maybe not the best week for my darling sister to experiment with red hair dye or forget her contact lenses’. She held up the gingerbread man,nodded in approval at the creamy afro she had given it and bit its head off. ‘Unless she did it on purpose to mess with you. Wouldn’t be the first time come to think of it’.

‘Funny, she never mentioned that’.

‘Does she really wear it better? Be honest’.

‘Wait, you’re not a natural redhead?’ Ed said, hand held to his chest, aghast, ‘What other dark secrets are you hiding from me Professor Kringle?’

‘Very funny Professor Nygma’, Kristen said, chomping down hard on the cookie’s disembodied legs.

‘Anyway’, Ed said, ‘How are you doing on the romance front?’

‘Um, good’, Kristen smiled conspiratorially.

Ed raised an eyebrow and Kristen flashed an ‘ok’ sign with her fingers.

‘Very good actually’, she said with a cheeky wink.

‘Intriguing’, Ed smirked, ‘Anyone I know?’

‘Nope but he did have a friend I thought would be perfect for you’.

‘Really? Right now I’d settle for someone to take an extra concert ticket off my hands’.

‘I’m really sure this time! Can feel it in my gut!’

Ed laughed at Kristen’s sudden fervour.

‘Okay, okay!’ he said, resigning himself to yet another of Kristen’s attempts at matchmaking, ‘What are they like?’

‘You’ll see’.

‘Wait what’s that supposed to m-?’

The sound of the doorbell interrupted his sentence.

‘Oh jeepers look at the time!’ Kristen suddenly cried.

‘Kristen?’ Ed asked, instantly realising the doorbell and Kristen hastily grabbing her bag were connected, ‘What’s going on?’

‘Nothing Eddie! I’m just dandy! Just need to head home and,uh…’

‘Think of an excuse for why you’re suddenly rushing out of my apartment?’ Ed deadpanned.

‘Exactly!’ she said brightly, pulling on her coat, ‘I’ll see you in the cafeteria tomorrow as usual breakfast buddy! Bye!’

She opened the front door and swept into the hallway like a tornado. Ed went to the door and was able to overhear a few seconds of barely audible conversation on the other side before he opened it. A young man dressed in a smart black suit was waiting outside, hand raised as if prepared to knock. To his credit, he recovered well.

‘Hello Mr Nygma’, the young man said, ‘My name is Oswald. I believe you’re expecting me?’

Ed, suddenly confronted with Kristen’s latest machination straight out of the 50’s sitcoms she enjoyed, decided he would also attempt a good recovery.

‘I suppose so’, he smiled and opened the door wide, ‘Please, come in’.

Oswald entered the apartment and Ed closed the door behind him.

‘Can I get you something to drink or…?’ Ed began but trailed off when he turned around.

Oswald was undoing his bow tie and licking his lips.

‘No thank you’, he said breathlessly, ‘B-but I would love something to…eat’.

As Oswald approached, hips swaying suggestively, Ed backed up against the door. Not out of fear but utter disbelief. When his supposedly massive intellect failed to provide him with a counter strategy to Oswald advancing on his position, he simply went to the source.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked.

Oswald halted, brow furrowed. Ed relaxed, about to proceed with followup enquiries but Oswald’s confusion did not last long.

‘Oh?’ Oswald said, lustful expression slipping effortlessly back onto his face, ‘Would you prefer things this way?’

He took hold of Ed’s limp hands and fixed them to his shirt. He abruptly pulled his arms apart, causing the shirt to tear open. Ed was begrudgingly impressed that not a single button popped off.

‘Heck yes I would’, Ed bluffed, moving his hands to Oswald’s shoulders.

Oswald’s eyes darted to Ed’s hands and now Ed was sure. Oswald’s demeanour was a front. He didn’t want to be here any more than Ed had been expecting him. But then why was he here by Kristen’s invitation?

‘Then…give it to me. R-right now!’

Ed bit back a laugh. What Oswald had intended as an order had come out sounding more like a child throwing a tantrum. It was oddly endearing how hard he was trying to be someone he wasn’t. Ed could sympathise with the smokescreen.

‘Give it to you?’ Ed asked, ‘Is that what you want? Really?’

‘It’s all I want’, Oswald begged, half-hooded eyelids fluttering, ‘Please, please, give it to me. Please. Please’.

Ed held up a hand to silence the increasingly frantic litany of ‘pleases’. It was time to put them both out of their collective misery.

‘You’re not gonna blink are you?’ Ed sighed.

‘Y-you mean close my eyes?’

‘No. Come on, let’s have some tea. And button your shirt’.

‘I am so embarrassed right now’.

Oswald’s head rose from where it had been resting in his hands to nod gratefully for the mug of tea Ed was offering.

‘Nothing to be embarrassed about’, Ed said reassuringly, pouring milk into his own cup, ‘I really was tempted for a minute. It’s, uh, been a while. I just didn’t realise Kristen knew that. Humbling’.

He cleared his throat as he sat down at the kitchen table, across from Oswald.

‘So what stopped you?’ Oswald asked.

‘How uncomfortable you were’.

Oswald rubbed the back of his head, discomfited. Ed offered him one of the gingerbread cookies as consolation. Oswald took it and dunked it head first. Ed wondered if Kirsten chose all of his prospective romantic partners by comparing how they dunked their cookies compared to her.

‘I’m really sorry for wasting your time’, Oswald sighed.

‘Don’t worry, you’re not. We may as well use the time Kristen paid you for. She saw your ad in the library?’

‘The agency’s got them up all over Gotham U’s campus. Prime recruitment ground’.

‘I never noticed’.

‘Think we’ve established you weren’t looking’.

‘Do you always come on that strong to clients?’

‘Actually, it’s, uh, my first day. I work as a waiter and a friend told me being a sugar baby was a good way to make extra cash’.

‘A what?’

‘You heard the first time’, Oswald sighed, eyes closing resignedly.

‘Like a-’ Ed halted for a second until he found an appropriately polite turn of phrase. ’-‘companion’ for hire?’

‘People hire them…us for all kinds of things’, Oswald shrugged, ‘Your friend Ms Kringle called and said to make you ‘feel special’ so I tried my best’.

‘Not into men?’

Oswald’s fingers drummed on the sides of his cup.

‘Not into anything actually. I thought it would be an advantage. That it would make the ‘hard core’ stuff easier but it didn’t. Not that you’re not aesthetically pleasing!’

‘Thanks’, Ed chuckled, waving a hand to show he was not offended.

‘No, thank you’, Oswald said sincerely, ‘I’ll refund this session when I get home. I don’t think I’m cut out for this line of work’.

‘Why?’ Ed said gently, ‘I’m getting exactly what I needed’.

‘But…we’re just talking’.

‘Kirsten’s an excellent lecturer in Library Sciences, an even better friend (albeit an overconfident matchmaker) but she’s always so busy and we don’t have the same hobbies. That’s great, don’t get me wrong, it’s good that people are different but sometimes I would just like to share my more intimate interests with someone’.

‘I thought this was going too well’, Oswald said with mock apprehension, ‘This is when you show me your sex dungeon, isn’t it?’

Ed burst out laughing. Oswald was proving to be full of surprises.

‘Much more mundane than that’, Ed said, ‘Not that you’ll be disappointed at the lack of one. Do you play video games?’

‘Not many’, Oswald admitted, ‘They’re an expensive habit’.

Ed indicated the piano against the far wall and asked, ‘What about music?’

Oswald sat down and pressed a key with one long finger.

‘My mother taught me but I’m a bit out of practice’.

Ed sat beside him, positioned both hands over the keys and began to play one of the tunes scheduled for the concert that weekend. After only a few notes, Oswald nodded in recognition.

‘I actually know this one’.

‘Jump in whenever you like’, Ed invited.

Oswald obliged immediately and Ed’s jaw dropped at the nimble harmony joining his own. He had never played with anyone before and as Oswald began to softly sing along, he thought he could get used to doing it more often.

‘It’s hard to let it go…’

Oswald trailed off as their fingers brushed against each other. Ed swallowed at the way Oswald’s pale cheeks coloured beneath his glass green eyes. Ed slowly stopped playing, letting the song come to an organic end as Oswald clasped both hands in his lap thoughtfully. It was strange. Oswald was a little older than his university students but sometimes he could seem so vulnerable.

‘You’re not that much out of practice’, Ed said.

‘You teach music?’ Oswald asked.

‘Forensic science. Very different ivories’.

He swelled with pride when the joke got a genuine laugh from Oswald. All it usually got was bemused confusion or ‘dadjoke’ groans from his students. It was so nice to see him relaxed. Ed’s eyes drifted to the tickets resting on top of the piano and, emboldened by how well things were going on this ‘not date’, he made the offer.

‘Do you feel like taking in a concert this weekend?’ Ed asked, ‘It’s the Gotham Symphony. On the clock of course’.

‘You mean it?’

‘I insist on it. Meet me here at six and I’ll include dinner before we head out, sound good?’

Oswald sniffed hard.

‘Dinner and a show sounds great Mr Nygma’, he replied.

‘Please, call me Ed’.

‘The customer’s always right, Ed’.

[daviddoughbrik]

Baby Girl - a J. Wittek Imagine

“she wants one with jeff where you have 2 kids and get pregnant with the 3rd so jeff gets mad cause he only wanted 2 then he heard the ultra sound and cries cause he’s so happy” @jeffshikingbuddy

I hope I did it justice.

“Are you serious?” Jeff asks, his hands coming up to run through his hair. Normally, that could be a habit of excitement, but this one is of regret. “Really?��

You nod, answering his question, the excitement leaving your face.

“Y/N. How are we going to do this? We can’t raise another kid right now! We can barely handle the two we have!” he whisper-yells, trying to not bring attention to your conversation from the three-year-old and eighteen-month-old playing in your living room.

“Jeff, it’s not like I did this on my own. It takes two, you know this,” you scorn, hand slapping down on the counter beside you. Knowing tears were about to fall, you throw your hands up in defeat and head upstairs to anywhere but where Jeff and your children were. You needed to be alone.

Days and weeks go by. Your husband Jeff and you had hardly talked about the pregnancy. You did most of everything on your own. Doctors visits, cravings, crying for no reason: it was all you. Of course you’d still talk though, you loved him and he loves you. It was never anything less than love, but Jeff was scared.

“So, when do we get to find out the gender of this new baby?” he asks one morning, timidly waiting at the door as you brush your teeth.

“I already know. You don’t seem to care enough to ask me about this baby, so I didn’t feel like being the trooper in this situation,” you say blatantly, no hard feelings, just honesty, and honestly, it’s probably the hormones talking. You lean down to wash your mouth free from tooth paste and wash your face. Through soapy eyes you see your husband standing right next to you with his arms crossed. “What?”

“You know, Y/N, I’m sorry that I’m the only one worried in this situation. We have two wonderful children under five years old, Vann is still in diapers, Dax is wearing training underwear. How on earth will it be possible for us to constantly monitor three dependent humans? How! We barely have time now.” Rage and frustration bubbles up in you, but of course, sadness wins.

“Well, since you’re suddenly interested, it’s a girl, Jeff. She’s doing great, too,” your puffy eyes meeting his, and you see his eyes soften. Still, there’s no change.

“Mommy!” Dax shouts from downstairs.

“Coming, son,” Jeff replies, knowing you didn’t want your son to see you like this.

“No, Daddy. I need Mommy, not you,” Dax says.

“I’m coming, Daxxy,” you reply rubbing your face with a towel and heading out the door.

Jeff is standing there, still in shock, but still worried and upset about having another human to look after, even if it is his baby girl.

A week passes by and again, there’s not much baby talk. Dax and Vann are really excited about their new sister, and you’re really happy for a girl to balance out the future testosterone levels. Your hand rubs over the fabric of your bed spread covering your belly.

“Mommy, don’t feel good,” Dax says in the doorway, his stuffed bear cuddled to his chest.

“Come here, bubba,” you coo. “What doesn’t feel good?”

“Belly and my froat,” he whines, his little hand grabbing onto you to pull him in closer.

“You do feel pretty warm, buddy. When did this start?”

“Before dinner,” he says before bending over to clutch his stomach. “Mommy,” he cries, hot tears spilling out of his eyes. “I fink I’m gonna frow up,” he says, his face paling. You grab your three year old and run him to your bathroom, but the door is locked.

“Jeff, open up, Dax is about to puke,” you spit frantically, jiggling the door handle. It takes him a second too long, because as the door opens, Jeff is met with a tiny baby boy, throwing up tonight’s dinner on his toes. Jeff steps aside so you can step in and bring him to the toilet.

“Dax,” he says, upset. His face is red, eyes bloodshot as if he’d been crying.

“Sorry, daddy,” Dax cries. Jeff is upset, but you’re not sure if the vomit on his toes triggered it or something else.

“No, buddy, you’re sick, don’t apologize. I know you couldn’t help it,” Jeff says coming to join your comforting of your son. Dax throws up every ten minutes for almost an hour and a half. “We will have to take you to the doctor tomorrow, though bud.” Dax cries at the thought. “They’ll make you feel better buddy, I promise.”

“Buddy, would come sprite or something make your tummy feel better?” you ask, brushing his dark brown hair away from his face. He shrugs. “Do you want to try it?” He shrugs again. “How about mommy will go get you some, and you can think about it?” He nods. You push yourself up from your knees, feeling light headed as you do so, and almost stumbling. “Whew, mommy can’t bend down like that too much more.”

“Y/N, you gotta be careful. You can’t be doing that and carrying our son and stuff. You’ll go into labor,” Jeff fusses. You blow him off, as if he cares anyways.

Returning with the sprite and some cleaning supplies, you get to see the sweetest thing. Jeff is sitting in the floor by the toilet with Dax resting in his lap almost asleep. Jeff’s hands run through your son’s hair as he repeatedly kisses the top of his head. “I love you, Dax Wittek.” Not wanting to disturb the moment, you sit the sprite beside him and get to work cleaning the throw up on your hardwood floors.

“I’ll do that,” Jeff whispers. You shake your head no and continue cleaning, he doesn’t press it. The whole time you’re thinking about the new baby. Will Jeff and the new baby ever have moments like this? Does Jeff even care? Before you know it, you’re all done and setting the supplies aside. You’re lightheaded again getting up from the floor and a sharp pain stabs your lower back. Right now, ignoring it seems like the best option.

“I’ll take him, you can go to the boys bathroom and shower off the throw up if you want,” you offer, reaching for your son.

“Well, will you be able to take the boys to the doctor tomorrow? I won’t be able to take them, I have the business meeting tomorrow with the new owners of YouTube.”

“Yes, I’ll take them both,” you reply plainly.

“Then, I’ll stay up with him tonight. You’ll have enough on your hands tomorrow. I’ll see if maybe Kristen can come and help you,” he bargains. You nod and go over to brush your teeth and quickly get in the bed.

The next day, Jeff and Dax are still in the bathroom. Vann is up, alive and well through the baby monitor. Getting up, to use the bathroom, you peek in on Jeff giving Dax a bath. He’s towel drying the young boys hair, so you move on to get Vann up and dressed and ready. “Kristen is going to be here at nine. I have to leave at 8:45,” Jeff says, putting on Dax some new pajamas to go to the doctor in.

Jeff is gone soon, and Kristen arrives shortly after.

“Hey, Daxxy, I heard you weren’t feeling well,” Kristen asks, coming in the front door. She bends down to give her nephew a kiss on the head. “Uncle Scott wanted me to give you these,” she says kissing his head again.

You sigh in relief, thankful your savior and baby whisperer Kristen is here to help you and your very pregnant belly. You pick up Vanns diaper bag from the ground and there’s that sharp pain again. You gasp.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Kristen asks, dropping Dax’s hand to come over to you.

“Nothing, uh, I’ll be fine. I’ve just been having this back pain,” you groan. She gives you those worried eyes, but let’s it pass. “C’mon, boys. Let’s go get Dax better!” you cheer and Vann is clapping his hands, cooing and stumbling beside you. All is forgotten until you’re at the doctors.

Sitting in the waiting room was all fine and dandy, well, that is until you pass out face first into the cold tile floor.

The beeping, the shuffling, the mumbling muffled voices seem so far away, but how far away could they be when you’ve got hands on you at all times. You try opening your eyes, but they never flutter and you’re back out again.

There was a lot to be said about the situation you were in. “Are you going to die? What about the baby? Is the baby going to die? Oh, Y/N, baby I’m so sorry,” you hear him wailing next to you. Still, it’s as if there are miles between you. “I promise, I promise when they deliver our baby girl, I will do every thing in my power to keep you both safe. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I am so sorry.” His head is on your chest, letting himself hear your heart beating for himself. “I spent too much time worrying about what was going to happen after, that I didn’t even comfort you during this pregnancy like I did with the boys and I will do everything, Y/N, everything I can to make sure you feel loved for as long as you live. Please baby, just live. I need you. The boys need you,” he cries. “I need you,” he whispers, not to you, not your stomach. “My baby girl, I need you. I need you to be okay and safe,” he’s crying louder now, or you’re coming out of the state you were in.

“Mr. Wittek, we are ready to take your wife back for her cesarean now,” the doctor says, his team of nurses flocking you. “Oh! We have some eyes now, don’t we?” the doctor says coming to grab your hand. “Welcome back, Mrs. Wittek. Thank you for joining us. Are you ready to meet your baby girl?” You only nod, but Jeff’s expression looking at you, makes you break down.

“My god, Y/N,” he cries coming to bury is tear stained face in your neck. Both of you are sobbing in each other’s embrace.

“We will give you a few minutes,” the doctor smiles, exiting the room.

There are only tears and kisses and lots of “I love you”s exchanged for a good minute.

“You missed my apology so I’ll say it again,” Jeff says pulling back from you.

“I heard you,” you whisper bringing him to a kiss. “I promise to make you feel loved for as long as you live, too. Now, can you tell me what happened? I remember being at the doctors, but that is it.”

“Well, you passed out in the waiting room, belly first. They brought you into the ER, and said that the baby was fine, just that the umbilical chord was slightly damaged. They said they’d need to deliver her, but they weren’t in too much of a hurry because the babies stats were fine. They have the monitors on her at all times, but they said that if she wasn’t delivered in the next few hours, we could lose her,” he says, sniffling again. “But, she is okay, they have the monitors on both of you. They also said she is a little bigger than when you last came in, and her survival rate is very high,” Jeff says full of hope. His hand brings yours to his mouth to kiss.

“Are we ready?” the doctor asks, and you both look at each other and nod.

They take you back to the operating room, Jeff at your head. It doesn’t take very long. You’re numb, and they’re ready to bring her out of you.

“Remember to breathe, Mrs. Wittek,” the doctor says below you. “And you too, Mr. Wittek. From what I have heard, this is your first girl,” he says making light conversation. They have small talk about it and soon the nurses are handing the towels and things to the doctor. “Well, here she is,” he says handing the small baby over the curtain separating your view. They place her on your chest, and she hasn’t made a sound yet.

Panicked eyes dance around the room, but not just yours and Jeff’s. The doctor smiles and nods to you chest where you see her own panicked eyes dancing around the room, before a deep, deep breath in. Her wails fill the operating room, and you could never be more excited to hear a baby cry.

“That’s our girl,” Jeff cries from above you. “I’m so in love.” You both are blubbering over your miracle baby girl. “She’s so beautiful. She looks just like you,” he says brushing your hair back from your face and kissing your temple.

The nurses take the baby away and clean her up really good for you before handing her back. Your gown was stripped from your chest so you could have skin to skin contact. Soon you’re back in your hospital room and it’s just you three.

“I love you, baby,” you whisper to Jeff as the newborn is sleeping on your chest.

“I love you too, both of my baby girls,” he says cupping your face, and smiling into a peck on your lips.