#Insomnia During Pregnancy

[needsleepdc]

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[pessimisticprincess]

idk if pregnancy gave me seasonal allergies that i never had before but this non stop runny nose and chest congestion is driving me insane

[kayawellhealth]

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[lovelyhan]

Okay, you still have a spot. Great. I thought they'd be filled so, I didn't send anything lmao. Insomnia has its perks.

This is deeply self-indulgent and I'd love more Hao from you. So, hear me out, Minghao with a breeding kink. I feel like it doesn't get enough attention especially given how much that man gravitates towards babies lol. Like he and Reader visit Cheol's and see him with his new baby and, Hao's like oh, wait a minute. I think this is making me feel some type of way.

— terrified ⟢

minghao has a knack for keeping the things you tell him in mind. from your favorite brand of wine to how the idea of bearing children terrifies you—he remembers all of it. so your husband is in a bit of a crisis when he realizes that this newfound desire to start a family kind of clashes with something you trusted him to respect.

★ FEATURING; minghao x f!reader

★ WORD COUNT; 4.4k words

★ TAGS; idolverse, established relationship, hao trying (and failing) to play it cool about the wanting-to-be-a-father thing, brief discussion abt family planning, this is only a little sad bc hao has overthinkeritis, smut (MINORS DNI!)

★ WARNINGS; mentions of pregnancy and childbirth but nothing too graphic

★ NOTES; i scheduled to post this when it hit exactly 12 midnight in rj's timezone just in time for her birthday :> (pls look away if i got the schedule wrong,,,) i'm not really back yet bcs this is a queued post, but happy birthday, beloved. i love you more than i can say directly, so i decided to just write a fic for you instead! hopefully, i can come back and torment you with every other seventeen member BUT cheol soon :3c

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, mating press, hao is just really feral in this yk

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In the height of his career as an idol, Xu Minghao filmed a certain piece of content where he was asked a normal question to which he responded with a slightly controversial answer.

"How many kids do you want in the future?"

"Oh, It's not me who'll give birth, so I can't be the one to decide."

It's a response that made waves on the Internet during the week the video was first posted—a reaction from both fans and casual netizens alike that Minghao definitely did not anticipate that he would receive when they packed up the set several months prior.

It's pretty much the logical answer, isn't it? Sure, he'd love to have kids someday, but the quantity isn't something he should decide on without his non-existent partner's input.

Minghao learns further down the road, when he finally meets and eventually gets together with you, that the number of children isn't the only thing that a couple should mutually agree on.

"I don't really want to have kids..."

You tell him this during a spontaneous date he deigned to take you out on. He just came back from a tour packed with a long list of stops and even if he should probably catch up on some sleep, he opted to have a picnic with you at the park because of how much he missed you.

Your cheeks are stuffed with a few bites of pie, thoughtfully chewing as you wait for Minghao's response to your sudden confession. If he didn't know you as well as he does, he wouldn't have sensed the waves of anxiety rolling off of you in waves—as if you're waiting for him to get mad at you for simply being honest.

Mingao heaves a quiet sigh before he pulls you into his chest—a tiny squeak caught in your throat after swallowing your food.

"Hey, that doesn't make me love you any less," he murmurs, pressing his lips on top of your head. "I know bearing children can be terrifying and painful, so I completely understand."

For a moment, your brow dips, a soft frown tugging at your lips. "I-It's not that I'm terrified... Okay, maybe a little. But—"

Minghao promptly silences your protests with a firm kiss on your lips—one that you find yourself easily melting into given the time and distance that's separated you until this moment. He smiles against your mouth, glad that you can be honest with him about things like this.

"No buts, if you don't want to have kids, that's alright," he murmurs before pulling away. "Maybe we can just get a dog. You're already close with Mingyu, aren't you?"

That makes you snicker. "You're so mean."

It's a brief exchange that Minghao doesn't really think about again for several years. After all, his career as an idol was at an all-time high. As much as he wants to settle down with you and start the next phase of his life, he's certain that he shouldn't step out of the limelight just yet.

But it doesn't take long for time to catch up with him.

One by one, his brothers are off to fulfill their mandatory service and the group's activities are at a momentary standstill. Those who were left behind go their separate ways for a while—Joshua expanding his solo promotions in the US and Jun taking up more brand sponsorships in China.

Minghao chose to stay in Seoul mostly for your sake, and the fact that this city is the only common ground between him and the rest of the boys. When Vernon and Seungkwan enlisted together, it was around the time that Seungcheol and Jeonghan came back with overgrown buzzcuts, while Joshua landed in Incheon for the first time in two years.

It was also the time when you and Minghao got married.

The event was celebrated among close friends and family with only a brief news article about the marriage of SEVENTEEN's The8 allowed by the company to circulate for a while. They did a good job at keeping things hush hush, and Minghao thinks it's only because it's been more than a decade since his debut that they're being so lenient.

But even if they weren't, nothing would stop Xu Minghao from making you his wife either way.

It takes a few more years for all thirteen of them to get back together again, but when they do, the first thing that Seungcheol does is invite everybody to his daughter's first birthday.

Minghao has met baby Suri a handful of times in the past. Seungcheol's wife visits them at the company from time to time, wheeling Suri's stroller into the practice room as her uncles all fawn over her until she's crying. For some reason, the only people the infant seems to tolerate are Jun and Seokmin.

It's pretty much the same scene during the party. Seokmin and Jun are the only ones allowed within a one-meter radius from Seungcheol's baby girl to prevent an incurable crying episode in the middle of the celebration. Soonyoung was not happy with the fact that he can't personally give Suri the little tiger plush he got for her, but Minghao thinks it's for the best.

But then, as everyone was finishing up with dinner, he saw you walk up to Seungcheol's wife with a familiar sparkle in your eyes. You're staring at Suri who's all dressed up for her party with a look of endearment—nearly gushing with how animatedly you're speaking with her mother.

Minghao doesn't think much of it. You and her have always gotten along for as long as he can remember.

What does catch him completely off-guard, however, is the fact that Suri is being handed into your arms and you let it all happen without much of a fuss.

Chan was in the middle of telling him about this martial arts move that he'd wanted to choreograph into a dance but as much as he wants to give the younger man advice, his gaze is completely glued to the sight of you with Suri in cradled against your chest.

It's one thing to see a woman holding a baby. It's another to see his wife do the same thing.

"Hao, look!" You quickly call him over when you catch his eyes in the crowd. "Suri thinks I'm worthy! It's been five minutes since her mom handed her over and she's still not crying."

The sight is so adorable that Minghao abruptly excuses himself from his conversation with Chan to rush towards you with clipped strides. His heart thunders inside his chest as you visibly dote on Seungcheol's daughter, and he isn't sure if he wants to give the feeling a name.

It eventually fades into a barely there throb in his chest when he drives back home for the evening. You quickly fill the silence with your attempts at looking at some properties in this newly opened residential area near the freeway and as always, your husband lends a willing ear.

"It's a little far from your company building, but it's much more spacious than our apartment right now," you chuckle, face alight with the glow of your screen as you scroll through the property's details on your phone.

Minghao hums before pulling over at a red light. "Hm? Isn't our place alright as it is? Why would we need the extra space?"

He half-expected you to answer with something along the lines of, so I can have more space to keep my book collection in or so you can have enough room to practice at home if you want to.

But all you do is let out an uneasy laugh, locking your phone before depositing it in the cupholder on the middle console.

"Y-Yeah, you're right. That was a bit silly of me."

The next time Minghao unwittingly makes the connection with you and the prospect of having kids is when Seungkwan's nephews are in Seoul for a couple of weeks.

While he and his sister are off to run errands every now and again, they typically ask Jun to watch over the kids because out of all the members, he's definitely the only one who can be trusted around children. Even more than those who are actual fathers.

But it just so happens that Jun is all the way in Shanghai to shoot for a historical drama, and for some reason, Seungkwan thought it would be a good idea to drop his nephews off at Minghao's doorstep.

"You're pretty decent with kids and your wife can take care of anything," Seungkwan praises while he ushers four year-old Hanjun into the room and eight month-old Jiren into your arms. "We'll be back for them after lunch!"

It's just as Seungkwan said though: Minghao is pretty decent with kids and you can take care of anything.

While waiting for lunch to cook in the kitchen, you both do your part in entertaining the children—Minghao pointing out different shapes and animals in the picture book from Hanjun's backpack while you quietly feed Jiren the baby formula that Seungkwan's sister prepared in advance.

So distracted with the sight of your soft gaze transfixed on the baby in your arms, Minghao barely notices it when the soup he's prepared starts to overflow from the pot. You scold him for being so distracted before he shuffles into the kitchen with his tail between his legs.

As he salvages what's left of the soup, Minghao tries to pull himself together. Sure, it's been a few years since you two tied the knot, but you made it clear years ago that children wasn't on the table when it comes to the two of you.

It's something that you both agreed on even before marriage, and Minghao isn't about to break your trust by saying he suddenly wants kids all because seeing them in your arms makes his brain short-circuit. He has more tact than that.

"Is it just me or are you acting a little weird?"

For some reason, you choose later that evening to corner him in the quiet of your bedroom. Minghao was just getting ready to sleep when you turned to face him with a frown.

"Weird how?" he wonders, praying that you wouldn't single him out like you probably will.

"I don't know, you were looking at me funny when I was giving Jiren his formula," you point out. "You only do that when you want something from me."

Your words make him sigh. Of course his wife would catch onto every nuance of his actions—even from his stare alone.

"And what do you think it is that I want?"

"Xu Minghao, we're already married. Cut the games and just tell me what's on your mind."

God, he really couldn't love you any more than he does now.

It takes several minutes, but you and your husband eventually migrate to the living room—cups of hot chocolate in hand as you patiently wait for Minghao to open up about something he's been keeping to himself for a while now.

He's rightfully nervous—hands clammy around the ceramic of the mug that matches yours. It's Game of Thrones-themed with a dragon's neck acting as a handle. You kept insisting at the souvenir shop that its selling point was the unique design, but Minghao was pretty sure you were excited by the fact that the printed text changes color depending on the drink's temperature.

With that memory suddenly drifting into his mind, the tension ebbs from his shoulders. Though he tends to forget, you're the last person who'll condemn him for what he's about to say to you.

"I've been thinking of starting a family with you," he admits—hitting his point straight to the roots. "But... I always brushed it aside because I know how you feel about kids. I don't want to force you into something you don't want."

It's in times like this where silence is more deafening than actual noise. It rings in Minghao's ears as you watch the steam rise from your mug and your husband lets himself stew in his anticipation, wondering how you'll choose to respond to his honesty.

Will you laugh at him? Will you be angry with him? It's a subject that the two of you rarely broach with each other, so he isn't quite sure how to handle whatever reaction you'll grace him with.

What Minghao never would've expected, however, is for you to crack him a relieved smile.

"Me? I thought you didn't want kids because having one would be detrimental to your career," you chuckle, taking the first few sips from your hot chocolate. "And you always kinda shrugged it off whenever I tried to ease the topic into the conversation."

"I did?" Your husband scowls. "When did I do that?"

"After Suri's birthday party? When I was showing you a couple of new houses?"

Oh. Oh.

"Shit," Minghao mutters, embarrassed. "I almost forgot about that. I'm sorry, love. It didn't occur to me because you said that you didn't want to have kids—"

"One time," you interject with a groan. "That was one time, Hao. God, can't a woman change her mind about wanting kids with her husband?"

He blinks. "But you said you'd be terrified."

"No, you said I'd be terrified. As an educated guess and to some extent, you're right. But it's not the having-a-kid part or the childbirth part that terrifies me, Hao." You let yourself breathe for a couple of seconds and it comes out shaky. Minghao has to resist the urge to reach out to embrace you.

"What terrifies me is becoming a mother."

The silence of the living room thickens when you say the words and Minghao feels his chest flutter with that same feeling from the first time he saw you cradling Seungcheol's daughter in your arms. Despite the questions swimming inside his head, your husband keeps his silence and lets you continue.

"Like, yeah, the pregnancy is going to be hell and god knows whether I'll even be alive after giving birth, but..." You hesitate, refusing to meet Minghao's eyes for reasons that elude him.

"Raising a child so they would grow up to become a good person is even more daunting to me... What if I accidentally teach them something wrong? What if they end up hating me because I can't keep up with whatever trends kids would come up with in a few years? What if they love you more than they love me?"

Minghao laughs airily. "Is that last part really a necessary measure?"

"It is," you insist before breathing out a laugh of your own. "Urgh, you get the point! It's just that... I'm not against having kids, but the responsibility that comes with raising one overwhelms me whenever I think about it."

"You know you're not in it alone, right? I'm your husband. Of course I'll be here to support you however I can," Minghao sighs before finishing the rest of his drink. "Whether you want kids or not, I'll go with either choice because I want what you want, yeah?"

"Yeah. I do know that. I think I've always known, but at the same time, I didn't want to tie you down," you murmur, tracing the handle of your mug with a small pout. "If we have a kid together, they might take up the time meant for your schedules. I never want to burden you like that..."

Your husband sets down his mug on the coffee table, carding his fingers through his hair with a disbelieving sigh. You were starting to fear that you might've annoyed him by accident, but when Minghao leans closer so that your eyes are leveled, you realize that is far from the case.

"Baby, our wedding rings are literally tattoos," he reminds you while reaching for your hand—pressing the inked fingers together. "I'm as tied down as I can be and you've never heard a peep out of me after all this time, yeah? So don't you ever think you or our future kids would be burdens to me."

Playfully, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Kids? Plural?"

"Hey, like I said—"

"Yeah, yeah, you want what I want," you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. "I get it Hao, you're a gentleman. But what if I told you I want you to fuck me on this couch right now and give me your kids?"

The wording is so crass that it could only be seen as a joke, except the reaction it incites from Minghao is leagues more intense than a mere joke would. The mental image injects a rush of corrosive want straight into his bloodstream and Minghao swears it makes him a little lightheaded.

Your husband lets out a shuddering sigh. quickly lunging after you to pluck the mug out of your grasp and safely place it on top of the coffee table. When you look up at him so prettily as he cages you on the couch, the sight makes his cock twitch with anticipation.

"Then I want that, too."

Logically speaking, you and Minghao can't just flip the switch and go into full babymaking mode after a heartfelt conversation and a bunch of impulsive decisions.

For one, you were still on birth control. It would take some time to wean yourself off it and you'd have to ask your doctor if it was safe to stop taking the pills at this point in your life.

Next was that Minghao and the rest of the guys are going to be preoccupied with their latest album—one where all thirteen men are back together after years of being separated. It'll go on for a couple of months and maybe a year if he's going to take their tour schedules into account.

And because he doesn't want to be absent in any milestone during your hypothesized child's life, you and your husband mutually decided not to actively try for a kid just yet.

But that doesn't mean you can't pretend.

"Fuck, baby, your cunt's gripping me so tight," Minghao groans, nearly hissing as he slides his cock against the velvety heat of your walls. "You want my load in you, pretty? You want to me to pump you full until it's dripping out of your pretty pussy?"

With coherence having long left your mind, you arch your back even higher as your husband continues to plough you into the mattress. "Y-Yes, yes yes! Hao, feels s-so fucking good!"

He chortles quietly and even with your cheek pressed against the sheets, you can still picture the smirk plastered on his face. "Pretty baby's in love with my cock. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

"More," you whimper, the muscles of your pussy tightening around his length as he plunges in and out of your sopping entrance. "W-Want more, Hao. Need you to fuck me harder..."

Your husband is quick to comply with your wishes, gathering your hair with one hand while keeping your hips in place with the other. Minghao slams his hips brutally against yours, making stars dance in the seams of your vision as the head of his fat cock bullies its way into your leaking hole.

He's so deep, you can feel him prying your cervix open with a promise that you'll be filled to the brim if you behave tonight. And with all those years of being a professional dancer under his belt, it's no surprise that he's got enough stamina to wreck you more times than you can handle.

The first orgasm blindsides you completely. He'd just been whispering both sweet and filthy nothings into your ear when it washes over you like a tidal wave—inevitable, inescapable.

(Doing so fucking good for me, love. Taking my cock like a good, good wife. You'll take my cum just as well, won't you? Keep it inside so it'll take and you'll be swollen with my child. Then everybody will know you're mine.)

The second time it happens is mere seconds after Minghao's own orgasm. His thrusts have started to lose their practiced cadence and even if you've been in this situation countless times before, the euphoria that sings in your veins makes it feel like the first time all over again.

Minghao's cock twitches before his cum spurts in thick ropes inside your tight cunt—filling you with a warm sensation that has you biting down his neck to stifle your moans. The motion of his hips slows to a crawl as Minghao feels you clamp down on his length. Your pussy gushes around him with a delicious grip that brings him dangerously close to another orgasm with how good you feel around him.

"Fuck, baby," he swears, voice still hoarse with need despite the fact that he's fucking you into overflowing. "I love you. There's no one else I'd want to have a family with."

"T-There better not be," you say cheekily before Minghao is flipping you around so that you're lying on your back. The sensation of his cum dripping out of your ruined pussy makes your skin tingle with excitement, and the fact that his ravenous gaze is trained on your body isn't lost on you.

"Be a good wife for me and hold your thighs up," he whispers lowly and it takes you mere seconds to comply. "That's my girl."

You preen at his praise—no matter how pathetic it would make you seem. After all, if there's anyone who get reduced you into a cockdrunk mess, it's most certainly your husband.

Minghao doesn't waste any more time, he pumps his cock into full hardness for a few moments—refractory period be damned—before gliding the head of his cock against your slit. Your thighs twitch every time be brushes against your clit, making you cry out with desperation as he gloats at your misery.

"Minghao," you beg, trying your best to hold your thighs up just like he asked all while he's taking his sweet time admiring your pussy. "Fuck me more. Want you to fill me up even more."

"Needy little thing," he chuckles. "You want my kids that badly? If I fuck you too much, you might actually get pregnant, love."

"Don't care," you practically sob. "I want it. I want you. All of you—even your kids."

Fuck. He really, really fucking loves you.

Minghao needs little encouragement after that, gripping his cock tightly as he guides himself back inside you.

The new position makes it easier for your husband to pound into you—the weight of his thrusts pressing you into the bed with enough intensity to make the wooden enforcements of your bed groan from the effort he's exerting. He splits you open on his cock, spreading your folded thighs as far as he can as he drills inside of you with the promise of another load.

"So pretty and pliant for me," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your nose all while the squelch of your cunt with each pass of his cock echoes in the bedroom. "My perfect wife. You'll let me breed this pussy once all's said and done, won't you?"

You nod all too eagerly. "Yes, Hao! I'll let you use my pussy however you want. Just please make me come again!"

"So demanding," your husband sighs with a wicked smile as one of his hands trails between your legs. "Hold those thighs nice and open for me, love. You'll feel even better soon."

"W-Wait, I—"

Your protests quickly melt into a hiss of pleasure when Minghao applies ample pressure on your clit—lathering his fingers with your slick before tracing tight circles around the sensitive nub.

He knows you so well, been with you for so long, that Minghao already knows the ins and outs of your body. Your husband claims that making you come undone with his own fingers is a practiced art and that he'll never forget about it until the day he does.

So it's no surprise how quickly Minghao manages to make you unravel at the seams when he couples his intense thrusts with the added stimulus to your clit. You're creaming around his cock in no time—muffling your cries in the crook of your lover's neck as he fucks into you with the intention of filling you up even more.

"I love you," Minghao rasps as he tucks your head beneath his chin, pinpointing the height of his own pleasure. "I'll want no one else but you, baby. No one."

Shakily, through a haze of delirium, you manage to say, "I-I love you too, Hao. I'll always be yours as long as—f-fuck—you'll always be mine."

You twitch violently beneath the weight of Minghao's body and the sight of you so fucked dumb on his cock eventually pushes him over the edge. Your husband comes with a sharp breath, his white hot cum gushing into your pussy until it drips onto the sheets.

It's only when you've come down from that post-coital high that you realize Minghao is looking at you as if you hung up all the stars in the sky. You respond with a weak smack against his chest.

"Don't look at me like that," you grumble weakly. "I might think you're in love with me."

"Y/N, we're already married."

"I don't see how that's a problem."

As Minghao does the honors of cleaning you up after roughing you up all evening, you quickly realize that, really, there's no reason to be terrified at all.

Not when your husband will be by your side every step of the way.

⟢ end notes: i wrote this in a haze so if there are any technical writing errors, i implore you to just ignore them for my sake <3 happy birthday again to my soulmate, rj! i hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and i also hope you like this gift i wrote for you hehe ^\\\^ like hao to the reader, i'll always be w you every step of the way (i'm just a lil busy rn, so i hope you forgive me !!)

[theambitiouswoman]

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[ninibeingdelulu]

heyy could you do a pregnant female reader x geto please like hc or however u want thank youu

How he act when you’re pregnant ft. suguru geto

a/n: ty 4 the request anon!

Suguru may be the fearsome leader of an anti-non-sorcerer cult, but deep down there's still a part of his soul that belongs solely to you and the child growing within your womb.

He masks his true feelings with that signature cold, impassive facade around his loyal followers.

But whenever the two of you are alone, his icy exterior immediately melts away bit by bit.

Suguru can't resist the temptation to kneel before you, gently cradling the swell of your pregnant belly between his calloused palms.

His thumbs map out the rippling flutters and kicks from within as if decoding an ancient arcane language.

"Do you feel our heir shifting inside, my love ?"

His deep rumble always takes on an uncharacteristically hushed reverence during these tender moments. "So powerful...just like their mother."

He'll then dip his head to pepper soft, lingering kisses against your stomach - wordlessly conveying his boundless pride and adoration for the new life blossoming under his fervent worship.

When the pregnancy insomnia and restless nights inevitably strike, Suguru is the first to sense your stirring beside him from even the lightest change in breathing pattern.

Without a word, he'll enfold you into his strong embrace, palming soothing circles over your lower back and whispering indecipherable words laced with cursed energy directly against your skin to ease your discomfort.

"Allow me to bear this burden for you both, my darlings..."

He'll rasp the entreaty like a sacred mantra repeatedly until you've drifted back into a blissfully dreamless slumber cocooned in his protective heat.

Once you're finally due, Suguru wastes no time ruthlessly dispatching any who attempt deterring him from remaining glued by your side during labor and delivery.

He is a man possessed - fueled by sheer stubborn willpower and the ferocious desire to bear witness to this historic event.

The instant that robust newborn cry pierces the air, he shatters. Suguru openly weeps unrestrained tears of rapturous joy while clutching your sweat-dampened brow to his chest - the last of his emotional levees obliterated.

He remains equally awestruck cradling that tiny squirming bundle, studying every indescribably perfect detail with an intensity you've never witnessed before.

"Look what your incredible strength has brought forth, sweetheart..." Suguru's sandpaper baritone cracks with each hushed endearment while rocking the newborn firmly against his thrumming heart.

[simonrileysfavteacup]

Masterlist <3

I write for almost everyone, send me an ask :)

Simon Ghost Riley:

A Run-Through

Simon x Gf!reader:

Peace

Surprises

The Scare

The Scare (Alternate Ending)

Training

Injuries

Simon x wife!reader:

Home

The Morning After

Two Pink Lines

Late Manchester Nights

Nightmares

Simon From The Wiggles

Car Accidents

Blurbs:

Insomnia

Sick

Sick Part 2

Engagement Ring

Night Terrors

Pregnancy Cravings

Riley During Your Pregnancy

Tommy's Newborn Shots

Tommy Being Simon's Twin

Family Fights

[lvnleah]

— Pregnancy.

here you can find all of the chapters from The Williamson’s that happen during the pregnancy! :)

• y/n williamson

• 000. | the beginning

• 001. | the last game

• 002. | two lines

• 003. | this isn’t right

• 004. | the secrets out

• 005. | endo struggles

• 006. | changes

• 007. | christmas

• 008. | Leah’s return

• 009. | five years

• 010. | Insomnia and cravings

• 011. | beach days

• 012. | welcome to the world

• 013. | welcome home

• 014. | meeting awfc

• 015. | newborn days

• 016. | Finley’s first game

[lucysarah-c]

TW: SENSETIVE TOPICS

Hi sugarplum,

I’m really struggling right now, and Levi headcanons are the only thing keeping me from crawling into a hole and dying.

I’m curious about your take on a particularly grim scenario: how do you think our boy Levi would handle a miscarriage? I know it’s a heavy topic, so feel free to ignore it.

I’m sorry if this is too much, and I completely understand if you don’t want to talk about this kind of sensitive topics. Your writing is literally the only thing keeping me going right now, so thanks for sharing your work with the world.

Hi, sweetie! Oh dear, I’m so sorry to read that you’re going through a tough time and that it took me this long to reply. Are you feeling better now?

I’m happy to hear that I could provide some relief 🙁, but I’m really sorry you’re feeling so down right now. Feel free to send me another ask or DM if you need to talk. You’re so sweet to me, and it hurts that there’s little I can do for you.

Regarding your ask, I think Levi has a very “soldier” mentality most of the time. It’s probably his partner who is going through the hardest part of it, both physically and emotionally. A miscarriage, depending on how far along the pregnancy was, can be very painful physically and take a toll on women mentally. That said, I’m not saying men don’t struggle through a miscarriage, especially if it was a wanted pregnancy, but women usually endure both physical and emotional pain. I think Levi would likely bottle up all his feelings and try to be the “strongest” of the two, something he tends to do more often than not.

He’ll try to be there for her, looking after her if she’s not feeling well. Maybe while she’s in bed, he’ll reach for her hand, give it a strong squeeze, and say, “We’ll be fine. We’ve been through worse. I’m here if you need anything.”

If she’s doubting herself or feeling bad, especially because maternity and pregnancy are often closely tied to femininity, a lot of women wonder why this happens to them and if it makes them “less of a woman” for losing a child. Levi would definitely try to be the rational voice in this situation, saying something like, “Don’t be silly; this doesn’t define you. It happens more often than you think.”

I feel like Levi has this mentality that “this isn’t his moment” or “he’s not the one suffering the most,” so he pushes whatever he might be feeling out of his mind as much as he can. When he’s alone at night and she’s resting, he may try to focus on work during one of his insomnia episodes (especially if the pregnancy was further along or if they had been actively trying to become parents). He might be working and realize he’s shedding a few tears, and he’ll try to grit his teeth and hold them back, silently crying for a little while, wondering why “this always happens to him.”

I hardly think Levi would ever bring up the idea of having kids again. If she says she wants to keep trying, I think he’d be a little reluctant. He’d say something like, “As far as you want... I won’t oppose, but you have to promise me we’ll stop once it starts to affect you seriously.”

It may sound somewhat poetic, but I think Levi believes he and she are already a family. Yes, a child would be great, but he doesn’t want to risk breaking the family they already have while searching for a new member.

I hope this helps! T-T Let me know if you’re feeling better, baby. I’m so sorry I didn’t answer your ask sooner <3 It means a lot to me that you said all those nice things about my writing.

Lots of love!

[lieutenantfloyd]

Love is a mystery | Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal x reader

Word Count: 841

Summary: With Harry’s help, Rosie finds old hobbies and new love in post-war New York.

Warnings: Mentions, of war, implied ptsd and depression, talk of marriage and pregnancy.

Authors Note: I honestly don't know where this idea came from, but I think my brain needed something a bit fluffy after watching all nine episodes of Master of the Air in two days and crying the whole time. [This is based off of the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I have nothing but wholehearted respect for the real life individuals and situations portrayed.]

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In the months following their return stateside, Crosby takes a trip to see Rosie. During a nice casual lunch, he spends far too long dancing around the fact that Rosie is visibly not okay, and eventually suggests that getting back into things he enjoyed before the war will greatly help his readjustment.

Rosie briefly considered placating him with an "I'm fine, really," but he only nods, unable to lie to Crosby. 

The truth is Rosie hasn't slept one full night since his first at Thorpe Abbotts and he gladly accepts shaky hands and reddened eyes over the twilight memories of what he saw and those he's lost.

Yet, after a night of particularly bad insomnia, he takes Crosby's words to heart and heads to the library. The pen trembles against Rosie's calloused hand while he fills out the library's card application, but his voice is steady when he asks the pretty librarian for recommendations.

He's too distracted by your shiny, kind eyes to notice how you recognize the distant look in his own. contrarily, You note in your diary that night how you couldn't tell if it was sympathy or his easy charm that made your heart race wildly while suggesting some classics and mysteries that should keep his mind busy.

-

"you need to get out more, Rosie," Crosby states in a letter one day.

It just so happens that during a now routine trip to the library, Rosie notices a half-hidden flier for an Agatha Christie book club pinned to the community board.

A week later—spurred onward once more by Harry's words—he pulls himself out of bed, has a shower and shave, and attends the meeting.

The cracked glass of Rosie's brown leather watch allows him to see he's half an hour late as he ascends up the small steps in front of the building.

Designated meeting room C is quiet and mostly dark as he pulls the handle. He's three solid steps inside the door when the room's sole occupant looks up at him—you, that same librarian with those same eyes.

He barely has half a mind to choose one of the provided refreshments—a cup of black coffee dangerously close to room temperature—before sinking into one of the many empty seats. The weary but logical part of him says that this is a waste of time, but the remnants of his fun-loving side tell him that he's got nothing to lose.

He takes a sip of coffee and sinks further into his seat.

While exchanging kind pleasantries, you retrieve a well loved copy of Why Didn't They Ask Evans? from your envelope handbag. Rosie quickly follows suit and slips his own newly bought but already dog eared book out of his leather coat pocket.

"So you liked it?" you inquire with joyfully clasped hands and a voice filled with breathtaking earnestness. After nearly choking on a hefty drink of coffee and his fluttery nerves, Rosie lets a bashful smile slip past his defenses.

Ninety minutes pass completely uncounted before Rosie steps back out onto the snowy, bustling New York City streets. He quickly shuffles home, tossing his coat and book onto a chair before dropping down onto his bed. He intends to return the items to their rightful place after a short rest, though the book will find a home on his bedside table after he spots your number jotted on the inside corner in loopy, flowing handwriting.

-

Spring is well in bloom when Rosie and Harry see each other again. 

Rosie spends the following two days giving the Crosby family a tour of the best sights and eats his hometown has to offer. 

Their third evening in town has Crosby swaying his young son to the music flowing through the jazz bar while covertly helping Rosie draft his proposal speech. You and Jean are sat within arms reach, though you both pay the boys no mind as you're fully entranced by the music. The night winds on, and the draft becomes a full, completed speech. They share a coy laugh as Rosie slips the notebook back into his vest pocket, knowing that if all goes right this moment will find its way into Crosby's best man's speech.

In this smoky bar just past dinner time, they both accept that they aren't the same men they were before the war. They’d seen a hell no words could ever describe, and yet the world somehow kept turning. They escape to the bar soon after, where Harry tells him that he'll soon be a father once more. Rosie offers his congratulations and jokes that he won't be far behind. The bar is dim, but Crosby still catches a glimpse of the lighthearted playfulness returning to his friend's eyes.

You and Jean coo and fuss over the baby as the men say their goodbyes. Through an especially tight hug, they make each other a silent promise to keep holding on. If not for who they were before but for who they are—and what they have —now.

[wordy-little-witch]

Random thoughts here, gonna add stuff for trigger warnings

Tw being trans pregnancy, I guess could he considered mpreg? Buggy identifies more masc but is AFAB. Nothing necessarily explicit

I just. Mm. Babies. Baby fever, lowkey. Can't have kids of my own, but I can day dream about my blorbos.

Buggy is trans, he's on T, but surgeries are wonky at best, uninteresting and frankly a liability. He'd be down for a good deal of time, something he isn't all too crazy about. When the dysphoria gets bad, he just chop-chops his chest and uses a packer ((his packer being, of course, a drawstring back of muggy balls, and opportunities for Many Jokes)).

Due to an event in his youth, pre Devil Fruit, he was told he's likely infertile ((Got stabbed a few times and a good chunk of his reproductive system is more scar tissue than actual organ tissue)). Between that, the difficulty for conception when a parent has a Devil Fruit, and his testosterone, he's decently certain it's not an option.

Of course, Buggy D Clown, the genius jester and Flashy Fool of the Seas, is a living embodiment of doing the impossible.

It starts with a sudden nausea when he smells his usual drink of choice. Alcohol was once something he adored, maybe in a little excess, but he was a pirate and pirates party. It's a given. Shanks' alcoholism was born from their shared past, and Buggy wasn't all too different on that front.

But suddenly, during lunch, when he went to take a sip of his rum, he caught a whiff of it and had to lean back and force down a gag. He exchanged it for a water, something not TOO unusual, as sometimes he'd have things he wanted to work on with a clear head, like in his workshop. Nobody really batted an eye.

Then he declined it at dinner. Then the next day. Then he was eying Crocodile's plate and his extra tomatoes, something he NEVER does, given his general dislike of the fruit. But now...? Mm.... it looks.. really good...........

Crocodile, thinking this is an opportunity to tease the other, offers a bite, expecting a dramatic recoil and complaint. But Buggy just absolutely beams at him, takes the bite, and damn near swoons. The logia user glances over to the swordsman, both uncertain but willing to roll with it. Not too big of a deal.

Then suddenly Buggy is more emotional than usual, something nobody was expecting. He's usually pretty expressive, all of his emotional responses keyed up to at least eleven. It's only noticed as off because he's crying a lot more, and hiding it far less. He happy cries, sad cries, angry cries. And it's like a switch is flipped. Something will happen and the clown is suddenly bawling. The first few times it happens with the crew, they all panic, but it's happy tears, infectious ones at that and so the men wind up crying too, offering embraces and spinning hugs of emotional care.

Crocodile and Mihawk share Looks.

Then Buggy is getting sick. Like. Throwing up almost every meal time, sick. The only things he can keep down are water, orange juice, and toast with honey or applesauce.

The two dark haired men finally put their foot down and demand the other go to a doctor. They expect a fight, expect tears or anger or yelling or something, but Buggy just nods, blinking slowly from his place curled into Mihawk's side, in one of Crocodile's shirts. He seems exhausted, shadows under his eyes from the newly worsened insomnia.

His easy acquiescence alarms them the most.

The next day, Buggy is seen, and there's a few tests and observations done, culminating into the doctor pursing her lips and ordering a urine sample.

Buggy, pale, head on Croc's chest while Mihawk toys absently with his hair, dozes off in the office while they wait on the results. An hour, and a nap, later, she returns with papers and a tentative air.

"Well... it's not a virus," she begins with. "Your hormone levels are elevated, specifically your progesterone and your chondrionic gonadotropin levels..."

Buggy stiffens, eyes wide. "I'm...?"

She sighs, smiling softly. "Congratulations, Chairman. You're in your first trimester of pregnancy, by the levels we can see here."

Buggy gapes. Crocodile is still as a statue. Mihawk had a thousand yard stare.

There is a soft sound, and suddenly Crocodile has vanished, now but a pile of sand on the floor and partially on Buggy. Mihawk looks faint himself. Buggy just glances between them numbly. "Oh."

"Mm. Quite."

Then, the world's greatest swordsman joins his logia partner in a tangle of limbs on the floor. Buggy stares for a moment. The doctor stares for a moment. Buggy flushes an angry red.

"Those motherfuckers couldn't even stay conscious long enough to get me back?!"

The doc tries to hide her laughter. "In their defense," she choked out, "they were quite worried about you and suddenly received such news. That said, I do have some smelling salts. Here..."

Buggy does not let either of them live it down, for obvious reasons, and they do have to announce it to the Guild because Buggy is now not allowed to have alcohol, can't do his typical tricks, and will need to cut back on a lot of the physical activities he does daily, let alone the topic of fighting. He's nervous about it, because it will involve both announcing a pregnancy as well as coming out. He's made damned sure his crew is inclusive for all sorts of people, regardless of love, color, age or body. But welcoming your fellow man (non gendered), is not necessarily the same as answering to a person like himself.

The reception is largely warm, though. The crew is over the moon, they don't even follow up with a "how does that happen, you're a man", they just immediately are screaming their congratulations and vows to step up and help as they can. Buggy winds up crying again, and Mihawk just wordlessly hands him a water bottle. Hydration is important, especially with all the tears.

His pregnancy is fairly typical, and the morning sickness passes fairly quickly, though the cravings get absolutely hog wild, and EVERYONE is suffering. Buggy tries not to be too needy but he can't control the responses and everyone else is hurting for him when he's so upset. He ends up absolutely obsessed with lemon-lavender ice cream, and the Guild keeps it on hand by the buckets full in the freezer.

When Buggy starts showing, Mihawk finds he has a new favorite place to nuzzle, finding the tiny little whirls of Haki within the clown's abdomen to be mesmerizing. He often finds himself cuddling in, Listening and Sensing, even talking softly to the little life growing within his lover, singing lullabies.

Crocodile near constantly has a hand or hook pressed over the growing swell. If Buggy is within arms reach, his touch is there, protective and mildly stunned. The paternity of the baby is unknown, but none of them particularly care. The baby will be theirs collectively regardless. That baby will be Crocodile's as much as it is Mihawks, as it is Buggy's. That baby is his, too. And he will protect this one ((the way he couldn't protect another, so long ago)).

Alvida, Galdino, Mohji and Cabaji are very hands on with everything. Al never wanted kids, but she is absolutely delighted to be the cool aunt, and the fella are excited to be uncles. It's Daz's quiet excitement that throws everyone for a loop. He's second only to Crocodile and Mihawk when it comes to pampering or spoiling Buggy. He still carries himself as a stoic stone faced man, but he is the one who brings the snacks, who offers a hand when Buggy gets to a size where standing is mildly more difficult, when it's time to convince the blue haired man to take it easy or rest. When asked, he will cite that he is merely doing his duties, but everyone could see when Buggy took Daz's hand and placed it on his bump when the baby was big enough to kick and haveit be felt by others. They saw the way the blade man's eyes widened, the shimmer there, the microexpression of wonder, of care, of brewing love. That baby would be safer than anyone else in the entirety of the grandline, of that nobody had a single doubt.

Shanks could not visit, but he made frequent calls and sent countless gifts, all of which made Buggy blubber like a child or rage like a harpy. Nothing was discarded, though, and in the nursery they set up is a small little bear with a red heart embroidered on the chest.

Rayleigh showing up unannounced was not anticipated. Nor was how Buggy remained blank faced despite the tears on his cheeks. The older man just smiled sadly, wiping away the tears, and handed over a small box. "Shakky and I worked together on this. It only felt right to pass this on. To new generations."

Inside is a stuffed cat, the fabric soft, yellow and worn. It was sun-bleached in some areas, little nose embroidered with red and eyes in blue. Buggy takes one look at the cat and crushes it to his chest, nearly doubled over as he let's out a heart broken keen, falling to his knees. Crocodile and Mihawk are quick to rush to his sides, but Rayleigh is closer and faster, falling down, wrapping around the other, queezing him tightly, softly, teary eyed himself.

"I know," he chokes, hugging his boy tighter, "I know, Blue, I miss him too, baby boy...."

Buggy clings to Rayleigh, holding the cat toy tenderly as he wails.

Ray stays for a few days before Buggy just tells him to pick a damned tent and hang out, damn it, his kid should get to meet at least one grandparent.

Ray doesn't cry but it is a close thing.

The pregnancy is an ordeal all across the board, from reopening wounds to general, typical difficulties, it's a wild ride start to finish and beyond.

There's more than one night of pure domesticity. One where Buggy and Mihawk are shooting baby names back and forth in the kitchen while Crocodile writes them down in the Yes, No or Maybe column. One where Croc and Mihawk are pouring over research for the baby. One where Buggy is in an oversized shirt, feet up on the tummy of a particularly big and spoiled 'wani, singing sea shanties softly as he tinkers with some harmless little trinkets, using his tummy as a table. One where Crocodile, pressed into Buggy's back, confesses to his past and breaks to pieces under dimmed lights in the clown's calloused hands to no judgement, only understanding, only compassion. Nights where Mihawk is wired so tightly by his own past that he sits upright in their bed, a sentinel of protection because he refuses to lose them the way he lost everything before.

You have to drain the infection, the bacteria, for a wound to truly heal.

It's difficult. It's painful. It's worth it.

The 9 months, the 26 hours of labor and the little bundle of life at the end was absolutely worth it.

Especially when newly named Bronwyn D. Crown ((their little Winnie)), with her midnight blue hair and pink little nose, her strawberry marks on fair skin, the curls of her locks and the shade of her lashes around sapphire eyes, is born into the world screaming her displeasure and only settles once clean, once swaddled, once brought back to her parents. She is small, smaller than expected, but every ounce of her body is the foundations of a fighter - she got her baba's temper, that much is certain.

Winnie is the apple of everyone's eye. Cute and small and bold and boasting a nose so much like Buggy's, almost everyone is taken with her. Rayleigh especially is wrapped around her finger within less than thirty minutes together. Shanks is absolutely in love even without seeing her first hand - he meets her the first time when she is two, and he cries because she threw an elephant toy at his head and cackled.

It's not easy. But by the Seas and Skies, it's absolutely worth it.

[thee-horny-thicky]

SingleFather!Nanami Headcanons

During a bout of insomnia, the idea of SingleFather!Nanami came to me. Out of all the JJK men, he'll be the best parent, and you can't change my mind.

TW: Platonic Nanami/Reader. Fem!Child Reader. Mentions of death. Mentions of sexual harassment. Angst. Canon Compliant. Approx 1K words.

Thinking about SingleFather!Nanami who after Haibara died, drowned himself in women to try to ease the pain. After all, Gojo and Geto always said how good sex felt, and he needed a pick me up. 

SingleFather!Nanami panics when his sneaky link tells him her period’s late. He rushed over to her place, pregnancy tests in hand. 

SingleFather!Nanami paces outside of the bathroom as she takes the tests, whose world comes to a halt when every single one is positive. He nearly had a panic attack when his FWB was adamant about not getting an abortion, and when changing her mind didn't work, he stormed out. 

SingleFather!Nanami ghosted his FWB for a week, until his consciousness got the better of him, and he called her up. 

SingleFather!Nanami swears to be present in the child's life and tries to attend every appointment. 

SingleFather!Nanami who pulls away from the world of Jujutsu, already decides his child's life is more important than a thankless duty.

SingleFather!Nanami only found out his FWB had a heart condition when it was too late, going into shock when he found out she died during the delivery. He doesn't see his baby for two days, too busy mourning the woman he'd formed a bond with. 

SingleFather!Nanami who first meets his daughter when he has to name you. When he holds you, your tiny hand clings to his fingers, melting his heart and making him swear to himself that he’d play both roles. 

SingleFather!Nanami who is a worry wort over you. He reads parenting book after parenting book, frets every time something is slightly wrong with you, and has more sleepless nights monitoring his baby girl than due to you screaming your little head off. 

SingleFather!Nanami who doesn't leave your side for the first six months, living off savings he stored away when he was a sorcerer. 

SingleFather!Nanami cried for nearly an hour when you said, “Dada,” as your first word. 

SingleFather!Nanami rues to leave your side when money dwindles, forcing him to work again. He takes as many jobs as possible to support you, whilst also going to college and caring for a baby. It's stressful, but he does it to give you a good life. 

SingleFather!Nanami nearly tripped over himself to get his camera when you take your first steps. 

SingleFather!Nanami fights back tears when he drops his daughter off during your first day of school. He's so emotional, you have to comfort him. 

SingleFather!Nanami can't help but narrow his eyes at the little boy who kissed his baby girl's cheek when he picked you up. You’re too young for boys, after all! 

SingleFather!Nanami helps with every assignment, signs you up for whatever club you want, and attends every recital, play, etc. Rather your performance is good or bad, they will be recorded, he will fawn over you, and he will give you pointers if you feel the need to improve.

SingleFather!Nanami catches the attention of many of the mothers, much to the dismay of their husbands. When he starts to get a little lonely, he starts to entertain a few of the single mothers.

SingleFather!Nanami swears off sex and dating after a girlfriend hits you. It took great restraint for him not to return the favor.

SingleFather!Nanami often thinks about when his daughter was small and gets a little teary-eyed. 

SingleFather!Nanami who can't help but feel dread when you start puberty earlier than expected. After getting over his initial panic, he starts prepping for your first period and takes it upon himself to buy you book after book about puberty. 

SingleFather!Nanami whose interest in Malaysia is piqued when you start gushing about the country's nature, especially the Sarawak Chamber and Taman Negara. He makes it a life goal to take you to Malaysia one day. 

 SingleFather!Nanami returns to sorcery when you confide in him that you see strange things. Still, he tries to keep you hidden from the higher-ups and Gojo, not wanting the sordid world of Jujutsu sorcery to reach you. 

SingleFather!Nanami reluctantly introduces you to Gojo when the man's stalking reveals your existence. He can't help but feel jealous when he sees how much you take to Gojo. He glared at the strongest when he insisted you call him Uncle, after promising to teach you cool things your father couldn’t. 

SingleFather!Nanami almost catches a felony when a group of teenage boys catcalls you. You may look older than most girls your age, but that doesn’t give them the right to harass you. After dealing with those lowlifes, he comforts you and starts teaching you self-defense.

SingleFather!Nanami gladly signs you up for martial arts classes and attends every tournament and competition. When Gojo finds out, he insists on tagging along, and cheers even louder than the blond.

SingleFather!Nanami wanted to take you trick-or-treating as he does every year. Instead, he’s forced to report to Shibuya, and can’t help but feel envy when you go with some friends instead. He swears he’ll bring you back buckets of candy to make it up.

SingleFather!Nanami fights his hardest to return back to you, but still can't escape Jogo's flames. 

SingleFather!Nanami can’t help but shed some tears when Mahito gets the best of him, knowing he’d never be able to see you again.

SingleFather!Nanami confides in Yuuji that he has a daughter, sharing your name with him. His dying request is that the boy be there for his baby girl. The relief he feels when his student agrees is indescribable.

Somehow, SingleFather!Nanami still dies with a smile on his face, knowing that even though you lost a father, your new big brother would do everything possible to protect you.

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

steddie x afab!reader with a newborn headcanons

summary: steve and eddie’s baby girl is born and they won’t let her out of their sight

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and labor/birth, their daughter is named sophia (sophie) because that’s what me and my gf want to name our future daughter if we have one so i’m sorry if that’s your name, mentions of smut

part one | part three

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you live in hawkins in the 80s, so poly relationships are pretty uncommon and frowned upon. to make things easier usually only one of them goes to your appointments with you

before you found out the baby’s gender, everyone started making bets (it started by steve saying he knew it was a girl because of something he read in a parenting book about the way you were carrying)

(yes, steve buys parenting books. although a lot of the time he disagrees with what the books say to do so,, what’s the point of buying them?)

it was eddie’s turn to go to your appointment with you and he got so excited when he found out you were having a girl !!!

“i’m gonna be a girl dad!”

he’s so happy about it that you let him tell steve, and that conversation is actually the cutest thing ever, seeing them both smiling so widely and eddie bouncing up and down as he shares the news :((

surprisingly, labor was fairly easy for you and luckily there were no complications

(cue your two overprotective boyfriends panicking, while you have to be the calm one even though you’re the one in labor)

ten hours later and your little girl was born <33

it was obvious that she was eddie’s biologically because she was born with a full head of dark curls and his features mixed with yours, but steve didn’t care

she was still just as much his daughter as yours and eddie’s

everyone comes to the hospital to meet baby sophia munson <333

only dustin actually gets to hold her since mike and lucas and robin are all freaked out at the idea of holding a baby

steve already has pretty bad insomnia, so he’s always awake when sophie wakes up crying

she loves eddie playing guitar and singing for her, and you joke that she remembers it from during your pregnancy

eddie brings home this baby onesie

that starts his obsession with finding metal clothes for her. he gets her a leather jacket to match with him, cute little clothes with skull patterns, and even makes her a mini hellfire shirt

waking up in the morning surprised that you woke up naturally and not from sophie crying, and walking into her room to see steve talking to her and she’s giggling :(((

if you get postpartum body dysmorphia, they will not stop complementing you. “obviously your body looks different, you gave birth to a living, breathing human” and “you’re so strong and beautiful and amazing” and “we’re so lucky to have you, love” and “you’re so gorgeous”

calling sophie their princess and you their queen/king

she adores when eddie tells her stories. even if she doesn’t understand what he’s saying, he’s dramatic and makes funny voices and big gestures that make her smile so wide

the “mom steve” jokes triple now that he actually has a kid

steve starts to learn now to do different types of braids and long hair hairdos. he practices on you (if you have long enough hair) and eddie

“i have to be ready for when she’s older! who else will do it? clearly i’m the only one who should be in charge of teaching her proper hair care”

for the first two months after giving birth you refrain from having sex at doctor’s recommendation (you still enjoy watching them tho)

having your first date night since giving birth and leaving sophie with max (who wont admit that she likes the responsibility) and having the house to yourselves

they eat you out until your thighs shake from overstimulation, then take turns fucking you

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Cruising to New Life - Part 7

As she noticed the clock tick over to 2am Donna held a hand tightly to her belly.  She was certain that she was in labour, the last 4 weeks or so of on and off Braxton Hicks contractions feeling different to these.   The problem was that they hadn’t developed since she started to notice them in the dead of night. 

She sat still in the bed and watched the clock as she felt the movement of the boat sway her, she watched 10 minutes pass, then 8 minutes, then back to 10 again between each surge.  She tried to ignore them and drop back off to sleep once more but after another half hour of restlessness she gave up.   

Paul, her husband, was snoring soundly by her side one hand draped against the underside of her belly, oblivious to the insomnia his wife was suffering with. 

Donna pulled the cups of her nightgown down, exposing her breasts.  She knew that nipple stimulation could help strengthen the contractions - and right now she was willing to try anything.   At worst, a quick play will take her mind off things and maybe, just maybe she would fall back off again. 

She hefted the weight of both her breasts in her hands, always surprised at how much they grew during pregnancy and breastfeeding.  Though this was her third pregnancy, she was always amazed when her body went through the changes.  Her hearing drifted to the sounds of the others in the room with her.   Her husband and two sons breathing slow and steady.   Husband in bed with her, 2 children in the bunk beds separating their portion of the room by a pull over curtain so they had a chance to go to sleep earlier whilst the adults kept a light on to stay up late. 

As she pulled on her nipples, she caught her breath hitching.  She can’t moan she thought – can’t risk waking the children.   Her thumb and forefinger rolled in repetitive motions, moisture from the colostrum coating her fingers.   Her husband stirred in his sleep, some ingrained sense that something was up, Donna felt his hand move up and down the underside of her bump.   She stared over at him, and there was absolutely no sign of any movement in his face to suggest he was on anything other than autopilot.   For all she knew, he was having a very good time in his dream world. 

She decided to take a chance, her hand reaching down below her belly and grasping Pauls, guiding it down to slip underneath her panties, and into the folds between her legs.  As she felt the fingers probe deeper, she noticed that he had stirred awake, sleep addled eyes looking at her. 

“Shhh.  Quiet, don’t wake the kids.” she whispered, as he took in the scene in front of him.  His wife, both breasts exposed, her hand holding his between her legs as her thighs clenched around it, and her lips approaching his for a kiss.   He felt her silky lips touch his and he sank back into the bed as she rolled over, shoving her weight up on her arm as she swung her legs over his hips, releasing his hand in the process.   She figured the real thing could well be better as she lowered herself down, the soft material of her panties touching the soft material of his own pyjama bottoms, and the hard shaft underneath, which was her intended target after all. 

Her belly rubbed against his torso as she reached down to pull back the front of his pyjamas and freeing his cock, which sprung up to attention.   She leaned in and landed kiss after kiss on him as her hips wiggled, using his cock to slip aside her panties and felt the wet head, already coated with precum slickly slide up and down her lips. 

She leaned back and allowed his slick cock to slide between her folds, her own hands dragging his up to grasp onto her breasts, his eyes following the curve of her belly up to her breasts and then to her face.   He had a smile on his face as if all of his Christmases had come at once.   She slipped easily up and down, her own juices mixing with his to create a lubricant which couldn’t be matched by any chemical concoctions.   She rolled back and forth, riding the shaft, feeling her husband's hands kneading her breasts, watching milky droplets fall onto his chest.   It was all getting too much for her and she was forced to bite her lip to avoid making any noise. 

She sighed as she felt the next contraction build, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach.  Donna pressed back down plunging her hips down towards Paul’s own.  The act wasn’t lost on Paul who managed to gain enough composure to give her an inquisitive look.  Donna leaned forward – at least as much as her gravid belly would allow – and whispered, “I think it’s starting.” 

Normally that would be cause for alarm, but Paul and Donna had been through this process several times before, and both knew these early-stage pains could well dissipate as much as they could build.  He placed his hand on hers and whispered back “we’re ready.” 

His calming influence was incredible for Donna who always relied on him to get her through the difficult parts, he was the perfect birth partner in her mind. 

It was with Donna pressed down all the way to his root that Paul came.  He shuddered as he released, feeling spurt after spurt flow from him to his wife.  Donna's hand reached up from her belly to her mouth as she followed in turn, clamping her hand to her lips to avoid making a noise.  She finally released as she felt the aftershocks slow and smiled at Paul. 

“Did you need that to help calm things down, or speed things up?” Paul asked as Donna rolled off him and snuggled into his chest. 

“I need sleep, and that always makes me tired,” she admitted.  “Go back to sleep and I’ll wake you if things develop.” 

After they got their night clothes resituated, Donna strained her hearing, making sure her children had not awoken in the commotion, and after a few moments heard the faint sighting noises of 2 children sleeping soundly.  Paul had drifted off again before the next contraction built up – probably 15 minutes later.  She felt another one again 15 minutes after that.  A little disappointed that they were indeed calming down and getting further apart she eventually drifted off to sleep. 

She stirred awake again a little after 6am, and after getting slowly out of bed and walking carefully to the toilet in the early morning light of the cabin, she risked waking the room by sliding open the veranda door and stepping outside to watch the sea. 

Paul stirred and followed behind her with a dressing gown to keep her warm. 

“Anything happening?” He asked. 

“No, the contractions faded away” she admitted “this one is just common ‘baby dancing on my bladder’ wakefulness.” 

Paul managed a chuckle as he hugged his wife from behind as she leaned onto the railing, belly hanging low in the space in front of her.  Paul rubbed the small of her back which resulted in Donna groaning appreciatively. 

“You can’t be wanting to go again?” She asked – keeping her voice low in case any neighbours were on their own balconies. 

“Not at all” he said, “just helping a woman in need.” He kissed the top of her head. 

The sat and watched the sunrise in silence for 20 minutes or so when Donna suddenly gasped and held her belly.  Paul jumped into action. 

“Whats wrong? Have they started again.” 

Donna could only giggle as she explained that she had done it as a prank, and it was nice to know that the previously calm and collected husband of hers did have his moments of panic as well. 

He hugged her close as he said they should go back inside – it was still chilly until the sun properly had a chance to get up and warm everything. 

They walked back into the cabin to hear the sounds of children stirring behind their curtain.  They sat on the bed and waited to see if they would fall back to sleep, but as they suspected, their chance for a lie in had slipped from their grasp. 

They had 2 children – both boys – one 4 years old and another 2 years old.   The couple were glad that they had managed to spread the children out fairly regularly, but with their eldest due to go to school next year, they felt the need for another child to look after, and hence the current pregnant state of the mother to be. 

Her eldest son flung back the curtain a few moments later with a big grin on his face.  “Todays the scavenger hunt mummy. You promised.” 

The scavenger hunt was something put on by the boat crew in order to keep the children on board entertained, but plenty of the adults enjoyed it too.   The problem was that a large proportion of the adults on board were pregnant – heavily so.  What it meant was that a list of special places to find was given at the start of the cruise and a prize was awarded for everyone who managed to find them all.  It was intended that there was no rush because of the slow and waddling nature of many of the mums to be needing to take their time to walk around – but many of the younger, more enthusiastic passengers didn’t see it that way. 

Donna had promised that the kids would make a start on it today after a couple of days of relaxation by the pool – but they were now bored of that so wanted to try something new.   Paul tempered the kids expectations by insisting that they went for their breakfasts first, so the group got dressed, and headed off to the buffet for their morning meal.   The kids were bouncing with excitement as they looked over the leaflet which had details of the various places where the scavenger hunt items were placed, and between Paul and the 2 kids, they had a route mapped out over the course of their meal. 

Donna noticed that after eating, the cramps started to come back, which she quietly mentioned to Paul.   He looked a little concerned, but of course, he reassured her that if she needed to rest, they could make a start and do the rest later – that was the point of it all.   The kids were focused entirely on the scavenger hunt though, so that was what they were going to do. 

They settled on an easy one first – first location was just outside of the restaurant.   Donna took her phone and snapped the QR code, which appeared in the companion app for the cruise to say it had been found.   That got the kids really excited to find the next one – so off they want to the end of the ship to look out over the expanse of the ocean, and to try and find the next area. 

Donna deliberately walked slowly, taking her time with each step, feeling the aches and pains of her body as she moved.   She was thankful that both children were old enough to walk now, but it had its downsides – at least if the baby was in the pushchair she could guarantee he would only move as fast as she could – now she was purely reliant on Paul to chase after the kids and make sure they didn’t get too far ahead.   She stopped half way along the route and took a moment to rest looking out to sea. 

“Come on mummy, we will never get there if you keep on stopping to look” came a voice after her eldest son dashed back to her after being several lengths ahead.   Paul looked at him and gave him a little ‘tsk’ noise as he explained that mummy was very tired looking after the new baby and she would need a lot of time to rest.   The child looked a little crestfallen, but nodded and said that he understood. 

Paul congratulated him for being a good boy and understanding, and gave him a small toy to play with whilst the adults rested.   He took off running the toy car up and down the walls, kneeling on the floor and pushing it along making engine noises. 

The youngest child settled in for being held.   Paul offered, but of course, he wanted Donna to hold him.   She winced but agreed, the younger child being used to resting on her bump now as he cuddled into the crook of her neck.  She tried to hold a hand against her back to counteract the ache that was developing there, but she couldn’t hold the child steady at the same time.  Paul came to her aid, pressing his hands into her back, eliciting a thankful groan from Donna in response. 

“Is it starting again?” Paul asked, not wanting to make too much of a commotion. 

Donna nodded, adding “still early, we can go on.” 

“Just as long as you feel OK, keep me informed” Paul added, a note of concern in his voice. 

The small group set off again and found the QR code along with a picture that they were looking for a short while later.    After recording it on the app, they had 2 choices.   First was the next one sequentially was on the same floor, but at the other end of the ship, otherwise they had to go up 2 floors to deck 7 or down two floors to deck 3 for the next ones. 

“Lets go down, the stairs are only over there” came an excited voice.   

“No sweetie, lets go look for the lift for mummy” answered Paul. 

“No, lets go!” shouted the elder child, who headed off towards the stairs.   Paul darted off after him, as Donna huffed her breath in, and set off at a slower pace towards them. 

2 floors with a large bump and a habit of over balancing as a result were difficult for Donna.   She took the stairs one by one, the aches in her back transferring to her hips as she felt the head of her baby grind down into her pelvis.   She took a slow, plodding speed as she held on tight to the handrail, stopping at each landing area for a small rest, letting staff and other guests head past her on their way either up or down. 

She noted that the only guests using the stairs were either men, or children, none of the pregnant patrons – other than herself – had chosen to use that method for changing floors.   She eventually got down to the third to find her family waiting for her – the children of course looking somewhat impatient. 

“Mummy will be very slow thanks to the baby in my belly, if you want to rush off, go ahead and just let me know where you are, just make sure you stay with Daddy.” 

Paul looked at her as she nodded, “Let me take my time.  I’ll wait in the atrium whilst you get the items on this floor.   Don’t worry, you’re only a phone call away if anything happens.” 

No sooner had Paul uttered “OK lets go” did the kids dash off with incredible speed, and Paul could only yell a quick “bye” as he dashed off after them. 

Donna took a slow walk down to the atrium, and after stopping at the toilet on the way, she noticed that her mucus plug had come out into the bowl.  She was an experienced mother at this point and knew that meant things were definitely progressing, but wasn’t anything to worry about right now.   She dropped a message over to Paul saying for him to check in on the way past, but it wasn’t anything to worry about. 

Donna found the atrium to be fairly quiet, only 2 other couples in there – of course, each were a set of parents to be, so she didn’t want to interrupt them – she just grabbed a drink from the dispenser in the area, took a seat, and looked around for a moment, about to do something she wasn’t sure if she should do, but in the end shrugged and lifted up her top, exposing her belly. 

She spent about 10 minutes pressing her belly and seeing the reactions of the baby inside.   She felt around for the expected areas of the baby she had felt dozens of times before – a foot, an elbow, its butt, and huffed out a breath as a contraction grabbed her unexpectedly, leaving her belly tightening and going from a nice round profile to oval shaped as the belly compressed around its occupant for a few, painful moments.   As she was forced to wince at the pain, she looked around furtively, hoping no one noticed, but thankfully she seemed to be left alone. 

As Paul came back into view, he smiled as the kids dashed forward and hugged their mother and kissed the belly.   “Whats up?” he asked. 

“My plug has gone” Donna said, matter of factly.   She knew how to tone her words so it wouldn’t cause any alarm in the children, but Paul of course understood how much of an impact that might have on the next few hours. 

“Ok. Do you need to do anything yet?  We’re about half way done on this floor?   Going to go in the other direction” Paul continued. 

“No…  you guys finish, they’re still about 10 minutes apart at the moment.   But could you fetch me another drink please?” 

Paul nodded and headed off to the drink dispenser, bringing back another cup full of soda for Donna. 

“OK you guys have fun and come back here when you’re done” Donna cheerfully said to the children. 

“OK mummy, are you not coming?”  asked one of the children. 

“No… im still resting.   I’ll go with you upstairs to the top deck when you’re ready.” 

That was of course enough for the children, who pulled on Paul’s trouser leg to have him come with them as they scurried off in the opposite direction that they had come looking for pictures on the walls and the elusive QR codes with them. 

Donna sighed as she felt antoher contraction build, and she couldn’t help but wince through it.   “Almost time I guess baby.   Can’t wait to meet you… but please don’t be too much of a rush, need to keep your two brothers happy too.” She wispered under her breath. 

Over the course of the next 20 minutes or so, whilst Paul was away with the children, Donna had to endure 3 more contractions.  She couldn’t sit down as they ramped up in intensity, so had slow walks around the atrium, trying to hide her condition from any guest or staff member who walked through the area with a gentle smile or a slight wave as they walked past.   Aside from the slight wince and gritted teeth as the pain reached its peak, or the tight grip she balled her fists into as she looked for some way to deal with the cramps, she managed to pass essentially unnoticed – just another heavily pregnant woman on a ship full of them.   She wondered how many others may be going through exactly the same ordeal, desperate to hide it and not cause a commotion. 

As the small group returned to Donna the kids were elated, desperate to show all the entries they had gotten in the app for the points they had found.  Donna took Paul’s hand in hers as she sat watching the children when a tightening grip around her midsection forced her to in turn squeeze Paul’s hand. 

He realised what was happening and looked at Donna asking “is it time?” 

Donna shook her head to signal that she could go on, blowing out her breath as she finished the contraction she announced “let’s go up to the top deck and get some sun… but we will have to take the lifts, I can’t manage the stairs” 

“Yes mummy,” the children agreed simultaneously and dashed off in the direction of the lifts as Donna asked Paul to give her a hand up.  She waddled hand in hand with Paul in the direction of the children and flopped back against the lift rail as it arrived and the door opened.  As the lift reached its destination Paul saw the wheelchairs and asked if Donna wanted one… she said no as she would much rather walk than sit to cope with the pains when they came. 

The group of 4 walked towards the front of the ship, and in the route found 2 of the QR codes and pictures they needed for the scavenger hunt.  Donna looked to be having a harder and harder time as the minutes passed, Paul anxiously keeping an eye on his watch, timing the contractions.   Donna couldn’t really rest due to the 2 whirlwinds of activity buzzing around her legs by way of their children, but it was starting to become obvious when she was suffering through a contraction, she would scrunch up her face, stop to rest (much to the annoyance of the children) and breathe deeply through the pain.   As Paul noticed they were getting closer together – now at less than 5 minutes apart, he pulled Donna to one side and suggested they get to the medical centre. 

Donna huffed him away, remining him that she was the one who had 2 babies previously, and knew exactly what her body was telling her.   Paul let her be, but kept a worried eye out, certain that he may have to jump into action at short notice. 

It didn’t take long for Paul’s concerns to come true as Donna held both children by the hand as they trooped down to the end of the ship, approaching the next scavenger hunt point, when she pulled up short, and a splash was heard.    

“What was that mummy?” asked one of the children, as Donna seemed unable to move. 

“Paul, my water broke.   Help!” Donna seemed panicked. 

Paul jumped into action seeing the puddle form between Donna legs, almost faster than she could utter the words from her mouth. 

He ushered her to the side, taking a spare nappy out of the bag for the kids to mop up the liquid on the walkway in case it caused anyone to slip. 

Donna slumped against the railing, suddenly panicking.  “Sorry, you said I should go... help me... I don’t want to have this baby out on deck.” 

Paul shushed her calmly “dont worry baby, you know that’s not likely to happen, do you feel the need to push?” 

“No...” Donna calmed down realising she wasn’t in any immediate need. 

“Whats the matter mummy?” came the voice from one of the children. 

“We need to leave now.” Paul offered his son.  “Mummy is about to have her baby.   You’re about to get a new baby brother or sister.” 

The kids were both bouncing now.  “Yay how does the baby get out of mummy’s tummy?” they were all inquisitive now. 

“Lets get mummy to do the doctors first then ill explain it all when we get there.” Paul offered, hoping it would keep the kids focused on an activity whilst the adults did their best not to panic themselves. 

“I need to go back to the room first” Donna advised Paul, as he helped her up.  “I need my bag, and I want to get changed out of these wet clothes now.” 

Paul nodded as they headed slowly back to the room.   Donna commented that she had packed all her birthing kit in a separate carry on bag before they got onto the cruise, so it shoud just be a case of grabbing it whilst she got changed.   What became horribly clear though as they continued to walk towards the room was that now that Donna’s water had broken, she felt every movement of the head in her pelvis, and she struggled to move more than a few steps before she needed to rest.   It felt like torture to Donna and Paul started to worry more and more that with the third baby on the way, and Donna’s stubborness, she might find that it doesn’t wait and they will be forced to give birth in the room – or even worse – in a corridor leading there. 

As the four of them finally got to their floor, rounded the corner and approached their room, Donna blew out a sigh of relief.  She hadnt been approached or stopped by any staff or other guests and had them impart words of wisdom on her.   She liked to do things her way.   She was very hard headed in that regard, and knew how she wanted to do things – whilst both of her previous children had been born in a hospital, she was hoping that this one could have been born in the confines of her own home.   When the offer of the cruise came along, she knew that it would be an offer too good to refuse, but was always concerned that she would have to give birth under the supervision of the staff – it was a condition of the sailing to ensure that any baby born on board would get the best medical care possible – and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to do that when it came to the actual time to give birth. 

As Paul swiped their key on the door she sank back onto the bed and looked up at him.  “would it be really bad if we just stayed here... we could say to the staff that the baby came too quickly to move?” 

Paul smiled, knowing this was going to come from his wife, but he put a calming tone in his voice.   “Baby, this room is way too cramped, and what if the kids don’t like it – they have nowhere to go in here.   I don’t want to leave your side.   I’d have to leave you all alone and take the kids away to calm them down.” 

Donna nodded.  “You’re right.”   She winced as another contraction built up, a reminder that time was not on their side.   “You grab the pink bag from the suitcase, and ill just jump into the shower.” 

Paul nodded as the kids sat on the bed and looked over the missing scavenger hunt points on their dads phone.  Donna yelled out over the roaring water of the shower “and grab something to keep the kids occupied!” 

Paul gathered up everything he could find as Donna stepped out of the shower, dropping the towel she had around her as she reached into the wardrobe for her dress she was going to wear to labour in. 

Her eldest son, always observent piped up “Mammys in the nudie” in his sing song voice.   Paul looked up and sighed, knowing Donnas mind was on other things right now. 

Paul took both of the children to one side as Donna got dressed.  “OK you two, theres something I need to tell you.”  Both faces looked up at him in wide eyed wonder.  “When your Mummy brings us the baby, she needs to push it out of a hole that only mammies and girls have.  She will have to do a lot of work, and she will be in a lot of pain.  If you feel scared during this, don’t worry about Mummy, she will be OK, but you need to tell me or one of the people where we are going to go that you need to leave.   Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Daddy” came the sing song voices in reply.   Paul hoped that his children would be able to cope.   When the second child was born, the first had stayed with his parents so this would be a first for all of them. 

Donna nodded, signalling that she was ready, and the three set off out of the room, Paul carrying the baby things, and Donna holding the hands of both children.    The walk just along to the lift was slow in Donna’s mind, the children plodding along in their slow, short legged stride whilst she just wanted to move quickly, get to the place she would spend the rest of the limited time of her pregnancy. 

As they got into the lift, one of the children jumped forward trying to help and pressed a low number on the lift panel, the highest they could reach.   Donna’s eyes flew wide as she realised what had happened, and groaned as she fell back onto the railing of the lift.    Her body took this opportunity to send her into an intense contraction, she gripped Paul’s arm tightly, not wanting to scare the children. 

“That was very naughty, you shouldnt do that!” scolded Paul to his child.   The child looked sheepish and apologies in a quiet, sing-song way as the lift reached its destination and Paul pressed the correct button.   It seemed like an eternity to Donna until the doors finally closed and the lift started to raise up again only to rest at the next floor.   Donna gasped as her grip tightened on Paul.   A couple strode in, husband and wife, the wife of course visibly pregnant.   She noticed Donna immediately. 

“Oh you poor dear... is it time?” 

Donna could only nod, not wanting to make a sound, her eyes scrunched tightly. 

“Oh... I am so sorry, just pure bad luck we got in this lift.   Here let us step out as I’m sure you’re going to the top deck and we can wait for the next one... don’t want you stopping mid way on our behalf.” 

Donna managed a weak “thanks” as the couple stepped out, and once more the lift continued its path upwards. 

Once more the lift stopped.   Donna wanted to scream.   In walked in one of the cleaning staff with a trolley.  The staff member was nowhere near as attentive as a woman who was worrying about having to go through the same ordeal herself, so quietly wheeled the trolley in and pressed the button.  Donna noticed it only going up 1 more floor.   She shook her head but didnt say anything. 

Her grip loosened on Paul’s arm, thankfully the contraction seemed to be passing.   The lift reached its floor with a ‘ding’ and the staff member backed out wheeling the trolley, announcing to the other passengers that they hope the family had a nice day.   Donna stared daggers at her.   She staff member appeared to have finally realised the situation, but knew there was nothing that could be done about it now, whispering ‘sorry’ as she backed away. 

Just as the door was about to close, another arm grasped the door and it flew back open.  In walked another heavily pregnant lady.   Donna lost it.  Tears in her eyes she just blurted out “Please, can people just leave this lift alone and let me get to the birthing centre, I need to have my baby!” 

The lady’s eyes grew wide as she realised, and jumped backwards.   “Shit!” she exclaimed, completely taken aback by the situation in the lifts.   The doors finally closed and they were on their way when the children giggled and both simultaneously announced “shit” in emulation of the situation.   Paul looked at them and scowled.   

“Children that is a naughty word, and I never want to hear you say it again.” 

“But Daddy, why did the lady say it?” 

“Because she was naughty and got a shock seeing Mummy in the lift.” 

“Yes, Daddy...” the children announced in chorus in a quiet tone. 

“How are you doing?”  Paul enquired to Donna. 

“I think I’m going to be OK.   Just a little while to go.   Just gotta keep focused on the end goal...” 

As the lift finally reached the desired floor, the group entered into the birthing suites.   They checked in and got taken to an observation room.   Donna was put onto a set of monitors whilst Paul and the boys were put into the side room where they could play.    After around 30 minutes, Donna showed up at the door to the waiting room. 

Paul looked up.   “Whats the story?  You must be in labour, your water broke and all the pains?” 

Donna nodded.  “Yes, but not dilated enough.   They want me to walk around a bit and get things moving.” 

Paul had a wide eyed look.  “Walk around a bit?   You could hardly stand 30 minutes ago?” 

Donna could only smile.  “Seems the baby wasnt in as much a rush as it could have been.   My back still aches like who knows what whenever I have a contraction, but they arent getting the baby down to where it needs to be.   Gravity and keeping my hips wide will help.” 

“Daddy, can we go to the splash pool?” came an inquisitive voice from the side of the room surrounded by building blocks and cuddly toys. 

“Yes, lets go to the splash pool” announced Donna, jumping in before Paul could even respond. 

“If you’re sure...” Paul certainly didnt sound sure. 

The group of 4 headed off to the far end of the deck, Donna’s pregnancy waddle was extremely pronounced by the fact she held her back and rubbed her hands up and down between her lower back and hips as she walked.  Each contraction took her breath away, and she had to stop 3-4 times on the journey to the splash pool.   Thankfully for the couple, the kids were well behaved, and stopped when they needed to. 

Donna was expecting to have a water birth, so they had dressed the children in their swimsuits just in case they managed to get in the tub with her, so they were quickly able to go into the splash pad and start running around.  

Donna tried to lean into Paul and watch them for a few minutes, but as soon as a contraction picked up she was forced to move, her breath huffing and puffing to try and deal with the aches and pains she was evidently in. 

She gave well meaning smiles to the other parents in the splash pad, most of them sporting their own bumps, and explained the situation once or twice to people wondering why she was out in such discomfort.   She finally faced Paul and grabbed his arms as a contraction washed through her, at the end managing a weak “I’ve done this two times before... why is it the third time decides to play tricky buggers with me?   The first 2 were nice and straightforward, ooh ahh, push, baby!” 

She was getting exasperated, and Paul knew it.  He stroked her hair and told her it would all be over soon, she was working and her body was doing what it needed to do.  Theres obviously nothing wrong, or else the medical team wouldnt have sent her away. 

Without thinking, Donna lowered herself down into a squat and her eyes went wide.   “Paul... shit... the baby.  It’s like a bowling ball is suddenly wedged between my legs.   It must have just slipped past my pubic bone or something when I squatted down.   It’s coming!” 

Paul struggled to lift Donna up by himself, but one of the dads to be heard the commotion and moved over.  “Can I help?” 

“Please, help me get my wife up... she thinks its time.” 

The newcomer nodded and standing either side of Donna, they both wrapped one of her arms over their shoulders and lifted her back to her feet.  The audible “oof” that came from Donna’s mouth was clear evidence that move hurt. 

“Wait here, I'll get a wheelchair” offered the bystander.   

Donna looked wide eyed.  “No... I can walk... I can...” she was cut short as a pain barrelled through her. 

Paul interrupted her.  “Yes, please, thankyou” he offered to the man as he headed off to grab the chair.  His wife, her own bump jutting out several inches in front of her asked which of the kids were theirs.   Paul pointed them out as she went into the splash pad area and coralled them together. 

As the children walked up to Paul, complaints on their lips, they suddenly noticed Donna’s face. 

“Mummy are you OK?” 

Donna smiled as much as she could.  “Yes baby, just we need to go now.“ 

It only took a few minutes for the chair to be brought up to them, get Donna seated and they were off. 

The travel was still slow going, as the children could only walk so fast, and Donna wriggled in the seat.  She hated the idea of being trapped, but knew – as the next contraction pulsed right through her abdomen – she was in no fit state to walk.   She couldnt focus through the pain anymore, and vocalised through the length of the contraction, a low, growling hum rumbling from her lips. 

Paul had been to the birth of their two previous children, and knew that was a clear sign that things were moving on into the transition stage, clearly identifying Donna’s mannerisms. 

They finally reached the birthing suite and worked their way in – the lady on reception welcoming them back and directing them towards the room they were previously in. Donna gave a thumbs up as she was wheeled past until she finally could get to her feet again, only to be met with the midwife coming in right behind them and asking her to get undressed for an exam. 

Paul helped her up to the bed and then lead the kids away back to the play area where he found some towels and dried off whatever moisture that was left from the splash pad that hadnt dried on the walk over. 

“Well, looks like you’re having a baby!” came the happy voice of the midwife as she finished inspecting Donna. 

Donna managed a grin. “I kinda hoped that would be the case, it certainly FEELS like im having a baby...” 

“You’re 7cm dialated and progressing fast. Whatever you did out there certainly moved things along from where you were earlier.” 

Donna nodded, unable to speak as the next contraction picked up. After a short while of trying to focus and stay quiet, the groaning hum came from her mouth and she managed a cry of “my back hurts so much.” 

The midwife moved her forwards on the bed and rubbed the small of Donnas back, which provided a lot of relief. Her groan turned much more pleasant as she relaxed into the massage, and rode out the rest of the contraction, the midwifes hands rubbing circles either side of her spine. 

“You’ll be pushing soon, you’ll feel back in control then.” advised the midwife. 

“I hope so...” Donna replied, somewhat resigned to the pain she was in right now. 

As the midwife helped Donna up off the examination bed, Donna looked up to hear the padding of small feet coming from the next room over. 

Her eldest son walked in carrying a teddy bear from the kids play area, and thrust it out in front of him, offering it to his mother. 

“Mummy has a hurty. Take this teddy it will make it all better.” 

Donnas heart melted. She broke into a massive smile and grabbed the bear, pulling her son into her thigh and hugging him. 

“You know just what to say to Mummy to make it all better don’t you darling?” 

“Yes mummy.... but where is your pee pee?” 

The sudden change in subject had both Donna and the midwife giggling. Donna realised she was naked from the waist down, and her son was at eye level with her crotch. Donna realised in the quick few minutes she was naked in front of the boys earlier, they mustn’t have realised certain anatomical differences between men and women. 

“Well... you see... as Daddy said to you earlier, Mummies and girls have a hole. Our pee comes out of that area... as well as the baby will be coming out of the same area.” She gasped as she reached out to steady herself. “Perhaps very, very soon...” 

This seemed to excite the child to no end, as she danced away back to the other room, announcing “I’ve seen Mummy’s hole!” to his brother and father. 

As Paul wandered back into the birthing suite with both boys in tow, an inquisitive look on his face, Donna was asked by the midwife what she wanted to do. Donna wanted to go into the pool, so the midwife lent a hand to help her get undressed. She opted to remain in her bra, but was otherwise naked as she stepped into the pool. 

“You go look after your wife, and I’ll look after the kids?” offered the midwife. 

Paul nodded and thanked the lady. “OK children, this is Joanne. As I said before, if you feel scared when things are happening here, you need to speak to her or me. Mummy will be far too busy to answer.” 

The midwife – Joanne – nodded. “I’ve also got an assistant... shall we go and see her?” 

The kids shouted yes in unison, as she lead the children away back into the playroom area and rang her colleague on the phone. She was aware of the children being present duiring the birth, and wanted to ensure that she had support from her colleague Sarah in case either one of them were busy with Donna. 

As the group retreated from the room, Paul sighed “We’re alone.” 

Donna – with an attitude that only a mother could have – immediately looked up at him. “Did we just leave our kids with a stranger. What if something happens to them?” 

“Hush... they’re just next door, you need to focus on the here and now. The kids will be fine.” Paul reassured her. 

“Youre.... you’re right” Donna grunted as she rolled around to face Paul in the tub, both her hands grabbing onto his offered one as she groaned, long and hard through the onset of the next contraction. 

Joanne came back in the room annoucing “The kids are playing next door, shout up if you want them in here at any particular time.” Donna was mid-contraction and didnt pay any attention to the newcomer into the room, but Paul smiled and nodded, his hands rubbing against Donna’s back. 

“She’s still having back pain.” he advised the midwife. “Anything we can do?” 

Joanne looked on sympathetically but shook her head. “She’s very close to 10cm, we can only hope that when she starts pushing, it moves things along. I suspect the baby is trapping a nerve or something similar. We can offer gas and air if that will help?” 

Donna gasped, as the contraction ramped down. “Please, go and get that. I need to move, cant sit in any one place for long. Help me up?” 

Paul took her weight as she stepped out slowly over the edge of the tub, and paced around the room. Her wet body dripped water everywhere, so Paul followed behind with a towel to mop up the splashes until she pulled up short, bouncing from one leg to the other and groaned, another signal that the next contraction was on her. Paul dropped the towel to the floor and held onto his wife as she grabbed onto him and swayed right to left, the wetness on her body leaving a wet patch on Paul’s clothes in the process. 

“Almost there” he whispered into his groaning wife’s ear as he held onto her as she rode whatever sensations were going through her. She couldnt reply, just simply gripped tighter and tighter to her husbands body and moaned louder and longer through each sperate contraction. 

It took over an hour of this non stop motion. Joanne brought in the gas and air, Donna took big gupling mouthfuls of the mixture. Sarah walked in with the children who hung around with their parents for a short while but ultimately were getting antsy at their mothers vocalisations, so were lead away for a snack. Donna moved from lying on the bed, to bouncing on the birthing ball, to sitting on the bed, to the tub again, and cycling again and again every few minutes, no position helped alleviate the pain she was feeling in her back. 

In the moments when she was able to converse with the room, she sounded in a sorrowful state, only announcing that “it was never like this with the last two, why is this one so different?” Paul kept a silent track of the question – she had asked it 8 times so far. 

Finally there was a breakthrough. Donna had dismissed any further checking since she had come into the room, but suddenly announced that she needed to push. She insisted on being led back into the water. Joanne followed closely behind with the doppler, and as Donna got settled into the water, she held the sensor against her lower belly, and sure enough, the babys heartbeat came through strong. 

“OK, I’ll have to check before you push” advised Joanne. 

“Be quick, I REALLLY NEED TO PUSH!” Donna yelled, not a care in who could hear her. 

She flopped back against the wall of the tub, her legs splayed open and her arms gripping the walls. Joanne leaned in and inserted her fingers to check for dilation... and quickly nodded. “Yes, you’re good to go, give it all you’ve got when you need to.” 

Donna wasted no time. She gritted her teeth and pushed. She roared as she put in the effort, Sarah dashing through with the children as they heard the commotion. 

Sarah, who had built up a rapport with the children grinned. “Mummys having her baby!” 

The children clapped and danced, actions that were lost on both Paul – who was focused entirely on his wife – and Donna – who was focused entirely on pushing.  

“Mummy makes a lot of noise” announced the younger child.  

“Yes she does, she has to do a lot of work.” Sarah advised. 

From their low vantage point, the children couldnt see over the edge of the tub, so couldnt really see much. They walked up the the edge and grabbed onto the side, lifting themselves up to hang their elbows on the edge. 

“Careful, its slippy” scolded Sarah as she grabbed 2 seats for the children. “If you sit down on these you will be able to see.” 

They dropped down and the eldest child climbed up and rolled around on top of the chair to take his position, whilst the youngest child was lifted up by Sarah. Paul had moved into position behind Donna, hooking his arms under her armpits and offering his hands up for her to grab onto, Donna’s hands either side of her head simultaneously grabbing Paul’s hands and pressing into her temples. 

Paul looked up and saw 2 wide pairs of eyes taking everything in. Donna’s yelling didn’t seem to phase them at all. As the contraction passed, and Donna suddenly came back to reality, she realised what was happening in the room. 

“Can you please get my phone from my purse and record this for me?” she asked Sarah. 

Sarah nodded “of course, let me see if I can find it?” 

As she rummaged through Donna’s bag, she held up a phone, in turn Donna nodded. 

“The code is 6512” she managed quickly before the urge to push came back over her. 

Donna chcked, the battery was 90% should be plenty of time considering how close things looked to be. She held up the camera and pressed record, panning around the room then getting the mother, father and their 2 children all in the shot. “There’s the head!” she announced to the room, seeing Donna’s lips part, and the first signs of the dark, teardrop shape forming between her legs. 

The children were clapping their hands. “There’s the hole, there’s the hole.... awwww” 

Donna’s push had ended, and the head retreated, but she was elated by the progress. 

The next push, Donna released her husbands hands, and hooked back her knees, Paul’s hands wrapping around above his wife’s breasts in a cuddling motion. The forced opening of her legs showed much more of the head much quicker than before, and the children were bouncing on their chairs again. “baby, baby, baby, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaby” 

Donna yelled with abandon as she pushed, so pleased that it didnt seem to bother the children. Time and time again she took a deep breath, pulled back on her legs and roared with the force of the contraction. Each cycle bringing more and more of the hair covered head visible. Her lips stretched red, then white as more and more of the hole between her legs stretched and filled with baby. 

She finally reached her full crown and any hope she would have had for maintaining a calm demeanour was lost. As the head popped free she screamed a high pitch shrill yell so loud that the children had to cover their ears as she did it. 

The following immediate moments were a revelation to all in the room. Joanne was the first to realise, having been focusing on the head to ensure that Donna didnt have any injuries or tears as she pushed. Donna couldnt see due to her bump being in the way blocking any view between her legs and Paul in turn was blocked by Donna. 

Sarah was the first to speak though. “Well look at that, little baby brother or sister wanted to say hello face to face.” 

Donna suddenly put 2 and 2 together. Joanne was the first to formally announce it. “Seems that your backache was caused by a posterior baby. That at least explains that one.” The nonchalant way that she announced it like it was any usual common occurance caused Donna to lean back and laugh against Paul. 

Donna’s voice was croaky as she looked at the children. “Do you want to get in the water with me and the baby?” 

The children looked a little unsure. The water was slowly being stained pink with blood from the birthing process, but her hands reached down and slowly started to stroke the baby’s head between her legs. 

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes” suddenly came the voice fromt the eldest, and soon the youngest joined the chorus. 

Paul hauled himself up and kissed Donna on the forehead as he did so, walking around the tub he pulled the clothes off his 2 sons until they were left back in their swimming shorts.  

“Ready?” he said, as the kids lifted their arms up expecting to be lifted in the air. Paul heaved his eldest up first, lowering him into the water, and then turned for his youngest, again picking, lifting and lowering so he was waste deep in the water. Both Joanne and Sarah keeping a close eye on the children as Donna grunted. 

“Get down here quick, I need to push the rest of the baby out.” 

The kids splashed and kicked around the pool, swirls of water splashing around as Donna patted her own knees, the children resting their weight against each side of her inner legs. Her arms went back to gripping the side of the tub and once more she groaned. 

Joanne looked up at Paul “Do you want to catch daddy?” 

Paul moved himself into position, leaning almost his full torso over the tub to reach in between Donnas legs as the children stared in rapt attention as their sibling slowly released one shoulder then another. A moment of panting by Donna and she was back at it again, pushing out the torso then the legs... of their first daughter. 

“Baby Girl” announced Paul as Donna struggled around her now three children, removing her bra. She reached out and held the baby to her chest as she burst into tears, Paul soon following along. The two boys apparently oblivious to the blood and vernix on the baby, following alongside their mother in hugging the baby and her in a messy huddle in the water. 

Soon the room was punctuated by wails of a newborn as Sarah stood to the side of the room capturing the precious first moments on camera. 

“Mummy, does the baby have a hole? It doesnt have a pee pee” 

That was enough to send everyone into hysterics. 

[anadiasmount]

Could you do one about how Christian would be as a dad to be? Like during pregnancy and when the baby is born please?

i’m guessing you wanted this as a head cannon? if not i hope you don’t mind if i do it like this ❣️

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when you reveal to him ur pregnant, he’s in utter shock. which makes you feel uneasy, until you feel him bend down to his knees and hug your stomach. his head laying on your abdomen where he talks with the baby. he cries and pours his heart out of him being so happy and grateful for you. “is this actually real? i’m going to be a dad?”

despite his heavy and hectic schedule he still attends the doctors appointment every time. he drives you there, opens the door for you, holds your hand, and even checks in with the receptionist for you. while waiting for the midwife, he talks to you about the nursery, and the different color schemes he likes.

you have to reassure him every time you wince at the cold sensation of the gel, bc he gets so concerned, only wanting for you to be comfortable and safe. he holds your left hand constantly kissing it, as you watch your baby through the ultrasound. “look at the baby! i want to meet them already…”

his brown eyes widen when you get to hear your babies heartbeat for the first time. he shakes his head with excitement, and tells you he wants to hear it all the time. he even goes out to buy a baby heart beat monitor. “christian, seriously?” “can you blame me? i love the sound. it’s our baby’s heartbeat.”

throughout the pregnancy he makes it the priority for you to be relaxing and resting at all times, making you feel completely helpless. you’re so used to moving around and getting different tasks done, so when this happens you just have to bite your tongue. knowing christian is so protective of you and his baby. “don’t you dare move. i’ll be right back.”

you sometimes take trips to different to baby stores to check out the cribs, clothes, beds, carriers, strollers, some bottles, breastfeeding pumps, etc. he’s such a dad already, and researches the best products so the two of you can buy. “i saw this stroller online, it’s a 2-in-1. let’s go check it out.”

when the day of gender reveal comes around, the two of you decided to head north to Hershey, where all his family and yours reunite to celebrate. you asked his sister to surprise you, and she couldn’t back down on the idea, more than ready and excited to do so. especially since you helped her with hers. “OMG I WOULD BE SO HONORED!”

he’s dressed in a white button up, and you with a tight white dress with brown sandals. you kiss his cheek and jaw when you feel his hand nervously draw shapes on your bump. “you okay chris?” “yeah. just nervous that’s all. we finally get put out our misery,” he’d joke.

the long debate of whether it was a boy or girl ends, when you the color blue pops out. you immediately let out a small laughter and began to let out a couple tears of joy, which causes christian to softly kiss you and wipe them away. “we’re having a baby boy! a mini me running around!”

the next few months fly by. the now impatient waiting for your due date to appear. the constant cycles of going to pee, take frequent naps, weird craving, insomnia kicking ur ass. but despite it all, christian is there to guide and help you. “how can you eat that?” he’d say, “oh shut up. it’s this or me being cranky. so you decide…”

one thing you especially love is where he pulls out his guitar and sings to the baby, where they respond by kicking your belly when they hear the small noises. christian also reads to the baby, his head on your bump while reading nursery books. “you see here? this story is about how the piggy went to market.”

the day before labor, you feel the contractions and cramps. taking small step around the house, your hair in a messy clip, sighing and breathing in and out. christian is there to help you practice breathing methods, and timing the contractions before it’s go time. “ready? 1,2,3,4… let it out… there we go… again….”

after ur water breaks, you began to get nervous and filled with anxiety, but he reassures you everything will be okay. “i’m here baby. i’m here for you and our baby boy okay? scream, cry, laugh all you want.”

christian ties you hair up, holds your strong grip hand around his and you walk around the hospital room, he wipes off the sweat and applied cold wraps around your head to ease the heat. he whispers words of encouragement to you, rubbing your back and abdomen when the pain gets bad. “i’m going to change this okay? this will help your back better. just breath baby, im here for you.”

christian gets a bit light headed during labor, especially at the sight of his baby coming out of you. he just nervously laughs it off, holding your hand and encouraging you to push. the relief on your face once you let out that final push and hear your baby cry, ends his misery and wait. “you did it baby! i’m so proud of you…”

when he finally holds his baby, he cries. especially when the baby wraps his hand around christians pinky. feeling the bundle of joy in his arms is the most happiest day of his life, right after meeting you of course. all you can do is tiredly watch as your boys hold each other. “he’s so tiny” he coos, “he has your brows and lips…”

when coming home he helps you inside the house, going back and forth to gets the bags, and baby carrier. he heats up some pads and some water for you to make some coffee or tea. he puts your feet up to reduce the swelling and kisses your head while holding you. the baby sound asleep in your arms after feeding him.

with one hand he opens the nursery door, the baby occupying the other one as christian hold him secured. you follow behind him, wrapping a hand around his tattoed bicep. he looks around proudly at the monsters inc decorated themed room, before whispering, “welcome home theo… daddy and mommy love you so much…”

[kuroneko1815]

Master list of my VADD works and posts

Head canons, silly scenarios, and quotes, some that I've reblogged and added to and a lot more that I've posted on my own...

VADD & TCF

Calliope during the pregnancy

Marianne asks Penelope for baby names

Reynold finds out

Cedric remembers the loops

Callisto orders everyone to dye their hair

Callisto channels Lion King

How Callisto flirts

Rock, Paper, Scissors siblings edition

Pregnancy announcement

Dragon’s hoard

Meet the Lykaios

What if they ran away in magic and dragon

Penelope does therapy on Callisto

The maze scene but make it silly

Fanfic List with links (some to AO3, some to tumblr posts, and some that I've cowritten; there are also quite a lot of previews here for fics I've had in my mind but haven't written yet)

Baby Dragon

Time and Regret

Time and the Hidden Dragon

The Amulet preview

Time and change preview

Time of the Maid preview

Time and Despair snippet preview

Time and the future that must never be

This Poisoned Cup

The maid’s revenge

Lady of Ghosts

Of Book and Flowers

Paperwork Pileup

Imperial Domesticity

Expectant Father

Conversations at bath time

Unexpected surprise

Provocation and Conciliation

Mistletoe kisses

New Year’s festivities

Childhood friends and first loves

Winter Days

Lock of Hair

Touch-starved kisses and insomnia

Twenty Years On

Of poison and dragons snippet preview

Of Magic and Dragon blood

The blue dress

The mages of Heylon preview

The case of the time travelling prince

Non-linear series preview

Wet Shirts and Surprise Babies: Marianne and Cedric's love story

In this world of darkness and crime

Things too late to take back

Wandering days

Love and Relationships

Storytime at the palace: 1, 2, 3

Coming of age talks

The nymph and the golden dragon

The handkerchief

Choose your sacrifice

Tyranny of a lost love

Boy and the Dragon (parts 1&3 are written by @saneijeijei): 1, 2, 3, 4

Monsters and Treasures in Dungeons Deep

Shatter me with a kiss or spare me my heart

A love twice lived

These roads led me home to you

Wanton touch

Redemption of a Forgotten Love preview

How to be the favorite uncle as told by Reynold Eckhart

A trip through time

The best surprise in the world

Reciprocated comfort but not without tears

These hardy few

Anaphylaxis

A lot of these fics may be unfinished so proceed with caution. Also, if the story is posted as a full-fledged fic then I'll edit the links to be the ones for AO3 rather than the preview. Some of the fics are tumblr only and some are cross-posted with AO3 but some of the links would direct them to the tumblr posts instead. Will be updated whenever I post something or have the time.