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This is a new Emperor Geta imagine which can be read as a prequel to Maimed My Wife. Thankyou anon for requesting this.

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Summary: Despite traditions and advice from the Senates, Geta can't just sit and wait while his wife is in peril in labour. So he goes to sit with her through the ordeal.

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"What are you doing?" Geta's tone was an octave deeper than usual, laced with sleep and a hard gritty edge that gave away he had been soundly sleeping just a few minutes ago.

He nudged his head back on the pillow and tiredly peeled an eye open to look up at (Y/n), considering he was laid down and she was sitting up. He noticed that she was propped up in a mountain of pillows in a vain attempt to make herself comfy, but he wasn't sure why she was even awake.

He tried his best to open his eyes properly and look up at his wife.

He wasn't sure what time it was, but he judged from the dreary look in (Y/n)'s eyes and the tiredness written across her face that it was late. The only source of light in their room was the faint glow of the candle resting on the table beside the bed.

As his eyes adjusted to the faint glow in the room, Geta focused on (Y/n) as he slowly pushed himself up so he was sitting beside her.

She was reading a book.

(Y/n) paused, hovering her index finger over the line she had been reading so she didn't lose her place as she looked sheepishly across at her husband.

She could feel an apologetic smile pulling on her lips as she tilted the book down so it was resting on her thighs. It hadn't been (Y/n)'s intention to wake Geta up. She thought reading another chapter might tire her out enough for her to be able to get to sleep, but clearly it wasn't working the way she intended.

Her eyes followed Geta as he found the soft grey feather she always used as a bookmark for whatever novel she had picked up. Geta himself was never one for reading, but he was more than happy for (Y/n) to read passages of her books to him or poems she enjoyed. He found it rather soothing, but it was probably just her voice that enraptured him more than the stories themselves.

He slotted the feather into place so (Y/n) could place the book down on the table now that Geta was awake with her.

"Why are you reading so late?" He whispered while his hand delicately came up to rest beneath her chin, tilting her head in his direction so he could capture her lips in a kiss.

"Couldn't sleep." The words were uttered against Geta's mouth as he practically inhaled each breath (Y/n) tried to take.

She leaned her cheek into his hand and when their lips parted, (Y/n) tilted forward so she could lean against his shoulder.

"You should be resting." Geta curved his right arm around her lower waist and pressed a tired kiss against her temple. But he couldn't refrain from sliding his other hand across to rest on her stomach. It was late at night and the healers had said that (Y/n) would be set to have the baby in the next week or two. This was when (Y/n) was supposed to be resting and sleeping and not doing anything too strenuous.

She wasn't supposed to be sitting up through the night reading and draining herself like this.

Geta continued to brush his fingers over her bump and every now and then he scrunched up the fabric of her gown like he was tempted to rip the material so there was nothing separating him from her stomach.

His lips attached to the top of her head and he breathed in her scent for a few moments as he tried to gather his tired, wandering thoughts. But even as he glanced down at (Y/n), Geta could tell that she was tired. He didn't want to say that to her, it wouldn't be the kindest thing to say to the woman having his child. But she did look tired and it was late into the night.

"The baby won't settle and I can't sleep."

She wanted to. (Y/n) was desperate to lie down and go to sleep, but her back was twinging every few seconds and it didn't get any better when she tried to lie down. Then when she had laid down earlier, the baby kicked up a storm and started wriggling around, making it impossible for (Y/n) to manage any sleep. She thought she may as well try and entertain herself by reading if sleep was going to evade her.

"Well we can't have that, can we?" He murmured into her hair before he moved to lie back down again, his arms still around (Y/n) so she took the hint and laid down with him.

He helped her burrow into the nest of pillows that had slowly started to accumilate on the bed over the last few weeks. Some (Y/n) had requested and others the maids had simply brought and placed on the bed as they thought it might help and make (Y/n) feel better and have more comfort.

Lying on her back didn't help, if anything it added to the pressure and increased the pain so (Y/n) tried to turn and lay on her side. She wriggled and shifted around with her back to Geta and one of the pillows pulled down so she could burrow her face into the soft feathers and silk.

Geta smiled to himself, staying still while (Y/n) shifted every which way to try and get herself comfy. Once she seemed settled, he draped his left arm over her waist with his fingers brushing and drawing patterns over her bump.

He could feel her knees pulling up against her stomach and she shimmied around a few more times, clearly trying to lay in a position that didn't make her back twinge or disturb the baby. He attached his lips to her neck while his fingers danced across her lower abdomen, drawing aimless patterns and nonsense words to try and calm both her and the baby.

He had loved seeing (Y/n)'s shape change over the last few months and feeling their baby move and show how strong they were was like a dream.

Geta felt a sense of pride at the fact that it hadn't taken them long at all to conceive a baby, and this was their first. He knew his own mother had struggled to have a living child, although she succeeded in the end by having twin boys, and surviving the ordeal. But he and (Y/n) were lucky.

Her health hadn't declined at all, if anything (Y/n) was growing stronger each day and their baby was clearly strong and brave. He was hoping that this was a sign, that everything going well meant that when (Y/n) went into childbirth, everything would go smoothly and she and the baby would be fine afterwards.

It was no secret that Geta had been worrying as much as he was celebrating about this baby. He didn't like things going too well because he felt like the Gods were testing him and they would send tragedy down to him when things were going too well.

But as they laid there with his hand on her stomach and his face burrowed into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck, he allowed himself to smile into her skin. He banished the paranoia and panic he felt and tried to bask in the happiness that he was feeling right now.

(Y/n) was sure she heard him muttering something about going to sleep and settling the baby, but she was too exhausted to focus on making out his words. She let herself bask int he feeling of his teeth grazing her neck and his hand gliding all across her stomach.

The memory of the previous night hung at the forefront of (Y/n)'s mind as she slowly sat up in bed.

She could still hear Geta's voice from this morning when he told her to stay in bed and rest. (Y/n) had been close to disagreeing with him but she had been tired enough that all Geta had to do was kiss her temple and nudge her back down on the bed and she complied. She heard him telling the maids to disappear, to leave (Y/n) to rest and that was all she heard before her mind switched off and let her go back to sleep.

But now that she was awake, (Y/n) didn't feel very well. Last night it had been her back and the baby constantly moving that made her feel uneasy and broken. But the very brief twinges (Y/n) had felt last night were now uncomfortable and strenuous.

She had been prepared for this. Her mother and the maids had prepared her for what would happen when she was with child but things had been so much easier than they made it seem. And (Y/n) knew that was because of Geta. No one had expected him to be so doting and worried.

They thought Geta would become distant, that he wouldn't be around (Y/n) as much when she was pregnant. The Senates expected him to retreat and find concubines. The healers expected him to have separate lodgings from (Y/n) while she was pregnant. And no one expected him to be attached to her hip and become fiercely protective over her the way he was.

(Y/n) moved her hand to cradle her temple that was beginning to throb and ache like someone was chipping away at her like she was a statue made of marble.

Her other hand pressed down into the mattress to keep herself sitting upright and to stop from falling back on the bed. If she laid down she might not be able to will herself to get back up again.

"Morning, my lady."

Her head turned to the left and she smiled when she saw Blaire timidly walking into the room. But once she realised the Emperor wasn't here, her demanour relaxed and she seemed to thaw out.

Blaire was one of the maids who served (Y/n) and she had become a friend, someone (Y/n) felt she could relax around and talk to without feeling self conscious or uneasy.

"Morning." (Y/n) did her best to hide the wince from her face when her temple throbbed worse and her stomach tightened.

She moved both hands to the edge of the bed and slowly stood to her feet. It was time to get up, it was well past time to get up when (Y/n) was used to waking with Geta and starting her day after dawn the same as him. Although (Y/n) wasn't sure she would be doing very much today with how awful she was feeling.

"Are you alright?" Blaire stood beside the bed, clearly waiting to be told what she should do in terms of helping (Y/n) dress or making the bed. (Y/n) was never one to let the maids help her dress, not until it started to become difficult with her intricate dresses now she was pregnant.

(Y/n) tried to nod, but she knew she wasn't very convincing and she wasn't sure where she was trying to move to. Whether she was aiming for the closet or the table to fetch a drink, she wasn't too sure.

But three steps away from the bed, a gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips and both her hands moved down to clutch her stomach when it felt like a coil within her had snapped.

Both women looked down to see water trickling down (Y/n)'s legs and creating a puddle on the marbled floor.

A quiet "Oh," left (Y/n)'s lips as her head snapped up to look over at Blaire. So this was why she had been in discomfort last night and why she was feeling so strange and run down.

The baby was coming.

(Y/n) wasn't sure that she was ready for this. This was the moment she had been waiting for and dreading at the same time. If anything went wrong, (Y/n) could lose her baby or quite possibly her life. Things had been going far too smoothly up to now, it felt like a daunting sign that something was bound to go wrong at some point.

She didn't realise Blaire had moved until she felt the young maid holding her arm and lower back as she slowly started to walk (Y/n) back until her knees hit the bed and she sat back down.

"I'll fetch the midwife, my lady."

"T-tell Geta, please?"

Tears were already building up in (Y/n)'s eyes when she thought about her husband and the fact that he wouldn't be anywhere near (Y/n) until after this ordeal was over.

She wanted him to know, (Y/n) wanted Geta to know she was in labour from the very beginning so he could be nearby. He could wait and pray for this to go smoothly. But what (Y/n) wanted most was something that wasn't going to happen. She wanted to have Geta here with her. Having him holding her hand right now would be a great comfort and his presence would be calming to (Y/n).

As Blaire hurried from the room, (Y/n) tilted her head down and wiped her hand beneath her eyes to try in vain to wipe away her tears.

She would have to endure this ordeal on her own.

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Tears streaked down (Y/n)'s face as she slumped her head back into the pillows that were mounted behind her. She could feel her body trembling like she was laid on blocks of ice but she felt like she was beginning to burn up.

Her hand tightened around Blaire's as the young maid knelt beside her on the bed. She was being encouraging and a good source of support, but she wasn't the person (Y/n) wanted next to her and they both knew it.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds, basking in the feeling of the damp cloth that Blaire dabbed at her neck and forehead with the ice cold water she had retrieved not long ago. She tried to scream but it came out rather defeated from the lack of energy and the searing pain.

"H-how much longer?" There was such a pleading tone to (Y/n)’s voice as she looked over at the midwife who pursed her lips.

"Not much longer, Empress."

Somehow (Y/n) didn't believe that. They had been here for hours already. The sun was lowering, getting ready to set behind the sand and darkness would soon envelope them. They had been here for hours, almost a whole day of agony and it didn't ever feel like it was going to be over.

(Y/n) had been prepared for this, but that didn't mean she found it easy to endure the pain. Her only relief was the knowledge that so far, no one seemed panicked. Nothing had gone wrong, the baby was still in the position and moving agonisingly slowly, but everything was going in the right direction. There was no need for intervention which had been a big worry for (Y/n).

When another budding pain coursed through her body and had her screaming out, (Y/n) tried to move. She didn't know what to do with herself but lying down like this wasn't helping.

Her hands flapped about and pressed down into the bed until Blaire helped ease her back up so she was sitting upright. She leaned away from the pillows and pushed forward until she was creased over and her knees were still bent out to the sides. She could barely feel her lower half anymore.

Sobs bubbled past her lips and tears drenched her face as she tried to stop herself from gasping and switch to panting like the midwife had coaxed her to do earlier.

"Would you like to use the birthing chair-"

"No. I want Geta!"

(Y/n) didn't care how feeble and broken she sounded, all she cared about was wanting her husband here beside her. Why wasn't he allowed to be with her? Why couldn't he be here to witness this? If this wasn't a man's place then the Gods wouldn't have made it so that a man was needed to create a child. If this wasn't Geta's place then the Senates shouldn't be so concerned about his offspring. Healers wouldn't be allowed to be in the room if this wasn't a man's place.

(Y/n) didn't want to be doing this alone. She wanted her husband by her side, she wanted his hand in hers and his calming presence beside her and his words hushed in her ear.

What if this didn't end well? What if something happened and (Y/n) passed away? She wanted Geta here in case she was to suffer or this was to be her last moments.

The healers and the midwife had tried to tell Geta that he and (Y/n) should have separate chambers now she was pregnant. They told him that abstaining from sleeping together while she was pregnant was safest for her and the baby and Geta told them that he could abstain without needing to move rooms. He loved his wife and he wasn't leaving her side for anything. So why was this any different?

"This is no place for a man, my lady. That would be most improper, and you are doing splendidly."

If (Y/n) weren't in so much agony she would have held her chin high and told the midwife that she was the Empress. She was of high authority in Rome and she shouldn't be chided like that. She would have told the midwife that she wanted her husband and so he should be brought to her.

But (Y/n) wasn't in the right frame of mind to try and hold herself high and mighty and she didn't have the power within her to argue when she knew it wouldn't do her any good. In this room her status as Empress was demoted and she was simply a woman giving birth. The midwife had taken charge and the power in the room was now hers.

Tilting her head to the left, (Y/n) meekly looked up at Blaire with sorrow in her eyes. "Where is he?" She whispered brokenly.

She has asked for Geta to be informed and (Y/n) knew he had. She knew that he and the Senates would have been informed because the Senates would now be waiting impatiently. They were setting their hopes on a boy. They wanted (Y/n) to produce an heir to truly secure Geta and Caracalla to the throne. A boy would mean they were safe and their line of succession was not to be worried about.

(Y/n) knew when Geta had announced her pregnancy to the Senates that he had snapped at them for 'praising' him for such a swift line of succession. They had only been married three months before (Y/n) became pregnant. Geta had told the Senates that (Y/n) was their Empress and they had no need to act as if giving an heir was her only duty. No one had commented after that.

"In the next room my lady, with the Senates. They asked him to wait down in the hall, but he wouldn't stray from you."

Those words brought a wave of comfort to (Y/n)'s aching, mortified heart that was close to shattering at the pain she was in.

Geta had been told to wait in the great hall or in the drawing room or even in Caracalla's chambers. He wasn't supposed to be so close while the labour was happening, but Geta wouldn't listen. He wasn't going to allow the Senates to drag him to the other side of the palace and be away from his wife.

What if (Y/n) took a turn for the worst? What if she needed him? What if the baby wasn't well when they were born?

Geta had to be as close as possible so he was the first one to hear any news and in case anything went wrong and he had to divert to prayers for the safe delivery of his wife through this ordeal.

He had been praying to Juno for the past eight months, making sure she knew how desperately he wanted her to keep watch over the Empress and give her safe passage through childbirth. Of course Geta had prayed for his child too, but (Y/n) was his priority. He could cope with the loss of a baby, but he couldn't cope with the loss of his heart and soul.

So Geta was in the adjoining room, the study, waiting for any news on his wife who he needed to be close to.

"He's here?" (Y/n) spoke more to herself than to Blaire whose hand she squeezed and pulled towards her chest when a particularly harsh contraction tore at her muscles.

The thought of Geta being so close by was comforting but it was also harming because he wasn't here. He wasn't with her right now when she wanted and needed him. Desperately.

"Ooh… Geta!" Tears streamed down her face as she screamed loudly and allowed her head to hang forward like her neck had broken.

"No more." The words seethed past Geta's lips and he pushed to his feet before anyone realised what was running through his mind.

He couldn't do this.

He couldn't sit out here with all of these men, these imbeciles, waiting for news that was clearly going to take a while. Geta hadn't been persuaded to leave the chamber and move to the hall. He hadn't been persuaded to talk state matters and affairs of conquering and of war. No one could get him to speak. He wanted to sit in silence until the ordeal was over and he could see his wife and baby.

But Geta couldn't sit here any longer. He couldn't listen to the sound of his wife's screams- all of which he had heard since the moment he walked into their chambers. He couldn't hear her sob or scream or writhe in agony. The sounds were muffled but they were distinct and he heard her scream his name. That was the last straw.

She was calling out for him and if Geta didn't heed her wishes and go to her, he would never forgive himself. He would listen to her cries each and every night for the rest of his life and chastise himself for not looking after her when he should have done.

Maybe Juno would spare (Y/n) and their child, maybe the Goddess would look after them if Geta did the same. If he went in there now and comforted (Y/n) and did whatever he could for her, then perhaps Juno would see that he was serious in his prayers and she would listen to him.

After all, Geta was Emperor, he was the closest to God in all of Rome so his prayers had to be listened to. They had to.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he pushed off the sofa, rounding the table as he stormed towards the double doors that led into the bed chamber. He needed to see his wife. He needed to help her and make sure she was alright. She wanted him.

"My Emperor, it's a woman's ordeal, your place is to wait with us for news." Whichever of the Senates reached for his arm clearly realised their grave error when Geta snapped his head to the left and his dark brown eyes burned into their very soul.

"It's my wife, my child, therefore when my wife calls for me, my place is by her side."

Were they all really going to stand there and try to tell him that being with his wife when she was in clear agony was not his place? Who's place was it then to calm her down? The maid? The midwife she barely knew? A healer whose presence would cause more alarm than calmness?

"It's not proper-"

"Do you think it is proper to vex me in this mood, Senator?" The blade strapped to Geta's waist was quickly unsheathed and he held the blade to the Senator's throat with a menacing gleam to his eyes.

He wouldn't stand here and be told how to do things and how improper he was being. If they were going to go against their Emperor then they had to be ready to have their throats slit at his mercy.

No one in the room seemed to know what to do or how to respond. They were beginning to realise that spending their time with the diseased Emperor might be safer for them than here with the enraged Emperor. If Caracalla was in one of his enlightened moods then they would find favour with him.

"All of you get out."

No one needed to be told twice. The Senates didn't want to argue the fact that they should be here by tradition. That it was their place to stay here and await news. They needed to be told whether the succession was a Prince or a Princess. But they could be told the news by a servant. Waiting here was vexing the Emperor and he was no stranger to cutting the throats of those who irritated him.

The moment another scream coursed through the air, Geta turned on his heels and sped towards the chamber doors.

He threw them open with haste, allowing them to resound loud clattering bangs throughout the room that caught everyone's attention. Once he was in the room, Geta hastily shut the doors behind him so no lingering Senate could catch sight of his wife while she was indisposed.

"I'm here, I'm here love."

A loud sob left (Y/n)'s lips when Geta stormed into the room like a whirlwind. Her bleary eyes followed him as Blaire quickly retreated towards the window to make room for the Emperor to take her place on the bed.

Geta sat down on the bed with his thigh touching (Y/n)'s and his right arm quickly bound around her back with his hand cupping the back of her neck. He leaned in to attach his lips to her temple that felt like he was kissing the sun and scorching his lips, but it didn't deter him at all. And he allowed (Y/n) to hastily grab his left hand and clench so tightly he thought his knuckles were going to pop through his skin.

(Y/n) felt like stars were dancing in front of her eyes when Geta sat down beside her. She didn't think he would hear her, or that the Senates would allow him to come in here. Part of her wasn't even sure he would stay with her to begin with. But the fact that he was here caused hundreds of tears to pour down her face which she tucked up against his neck as she leaned into him and openly cried.

She heard him murmur "I'm here," into her temple again while his thumb began to glide up and down the back of her neck rather forcefully, giving her something to focus on instead of the overwhelming agony she was in.

But Geta snapped his eyes down to the midwife who was leaning over the end of the bed. She was frowning at him. Her brows were furrowed deep, her lips were rolled so tightly he couldn't see them and her prominent chin was jutting out and pointing in his direction.

"Sir this is most unbecoming-"

"If you wish to keep that tongue where the Gods intended then you will take care of my wife in my presence."

That was enough to stop the midwife from saying anything else. She did indeed want to keep her tongue and she had the prestige honour of delivering the Prince or Princess. She didn't want to ruin this honour by upsetting the Emperor.

"Another push now."

(Y/n) did as asked, pressing her chin into her chest as she snapped her eyes closed, trying to ignore the pain that was consuming her, but it didn’t work very well. She wanted this to be over, she wanted their baby to be delivered right now so everything could stop and she could find some sense of peace.

(Y/n) jolted at the sudden feeling of the cold washcloth pressing against her thighs but the cold temperature against her skin did feel soothing.

"Blaire, another sheet." The midwife ordered with a certain tone to her voice that Geta couldn’t quite decipher. He narrowed his eyes, leaning over to look at her but his breath got caught in his throat as he realised why she was asking for another sheet. The one beneath (Y/n)’s legs was stained with blood.

The midwife couldn't seem to look at Geta for long before she looked away, scrunching up the sheet and dumping it on the floor with a few used towels. She and Blaire made quick work of placing the new sheet on the bed beneath (Y/n)’s lower half. Geta didn’t know if there was meant to be blood or not, he wasn't equipped or taught in the ways of childbirth, but he suspected that was more blood than the midwife would have liked.

Although he was relieved that when he looked down again, this second sheet didn't seem to be soaked or drenched with blood which meant whatever was happening wasn't dire. The midwife still had things under control, she didn't need to resort to the healer who was waiting in the corner of the room in case anything went wrong and his services were needed.

"Push again Empress, the head’s almost born."

(Y/n) both moaned and screamed at the torture that was tearing through her muscles. Letting out a sharp breath, (Y/n) closed her eyes as she buried her face into Geta's neck, feeling him muttering praise against the top of her head.

(Y/n) started to push again on the next contraction like she was advised but she felt like she was becoming lightheaded. Geta kept his hand entwined with hers and his other hand began to stroke up and down her arm rather than her neck.

With her head tucked beneath his chin against his chest, it allowed Geta to attach his lips to the top of her head. He kept tight hold over her, hushing and murmuring into her hair as he let (Y/n) hold his hand to the point of breaking bones. He didn't care as long as it helped.

His presence beside her was clearly calming because she was no longer sobbing and he was calm too. He wasn't sat fretting, worrying about (Y/n) succumbing to death or becoming ill or deteriorating. Actually watching her like this meant Geta knew her screams were part of the process, not indicating a problem.

He wondered how other people could leave their wives to go through this ordeal alone. How could they be so selfish? With his own father Geta could understand; his father was a cruel man who didn't care for anyone but himself and his greed. His mother had been better off alone with her maids than with her husband.

But this was different. What (Y/n) and Geta had was special, their love was unlike any other and Geta was glad to be here with her. Any other children they had, Geta would be by (Y/n)'s side through it all.

"Almost there now, my love." Geta prayed that the long wait and the hinting signs of good fortune had not been deceiving the couple. He prayed that all would go well now.

"Please, Almighty God m-make it end now." (Y/n) pushed her words through gritted teeth as her free hand crossed over her chest until she could clutch her hand around Geta's arm. She tucked herself into his side and screamed as she tensed up and pushed like her life depended on it.

It felt like she had broken apart. A horrible ringing sounded in her ears, overcoming any other sound in the room. Her body was floating and shaking and tingling all at once. Her vision turned to black and white dots until (Y/n) had to close her eyes to stop herself from groaning and being sick.

"All done, Empress. You've done it."

Geta couldn't help the sigh of relief that left his lips as he pressed a flurry of kisses against (Y/n)'s temple. And he began gliding his fingers up and down her arm, drawing patterns and circles over her flushed skin until she seemed to come back to her senses again.

"There you are, my love." He hushed, pressing a chaste kiss to her ruby red, chapped lips before his eyes moved to the midwife.

He could feel (Y/n)’s hands slowly grasping his arms tightly that were coiled around her frame as her blurring vision fought to find the midwife holding her baby.

An overwhelming sense of dread crept through (Y/n)'s system the longer they waited for the midwife to speak.

Had she produced an heir to the throne? Had she had a son, or was she granted a daughter? Was their baby okay, were they living?

(Y/n) knew the Senates had been counting on her having a son. She knew that if she had a daughter, the Senates might see this as a betrayal. They would say that (Y/n)'s body had failed Geta, that she couldn't be a true Empress until she gave him a son and if she didn't they might just conspire against her. (Y/n) hoped Geta wouldn't see things that way.

She knew he wanted a son to follow the succession. It also meant that if Caracalla had any legitimate children, Geta's child would succeed first because they were first-born. Although it was highly unlikely that Caracalla would have any heirs of his own that were legitimate. But still, an heir to the throne was something that was Geta's and his alone. He wouldn't have to share this victory with his brother like he had to share everything else- apart from his wife.

"Come along little one… let’s have a cry out of you." The midwife’s words were rushed and out of breath.

She was stood at the end of the grand four-poster bed, her arms trembling with the child she knew needed to be alive for the sake of everyone in the room. Everyone in all of Rome, in fact.

"Geta…" (Y/n) could feel bile rising in the back of her throat and her body slowly tried to lean forward but Geta's strong hold wouldn’t let her. He knew if this went downhill then he would have to pin (Y/n) down to prevent her from gaining an injury and from tackling the midwife to get to their baby.

But as tears filled (Y/n)’s eyes and she felt Geta's chest tensing beside her, the sound of a startled but very strong cry shocked the room.

"A girl, Emperor."

Something strange flooded through (Y/n)'s system upon hearing those words and the disappointed tone in the midwife's voice. It felt like her body was changing, turning numb as she sank back into Geta's side.

That was the tone of voice that (Y/n) was expecting the Senates to use if they found out she'd produced a daughter, not a son. But she didn't expect it from the midwife.

It made her heart clench and stutter in her chest about the kind of response she was going to receive from Geta.

Most people, when they heard about the pregnancy, simply assumed and hoped that it would be a boy. Once or twice Geta had referred to the baby as 'the prince'. But most of the time he simply talked about their baby and having an heir, he never specified, but he didn't need to.

He needed a son to secure the succession. Having a girl wouldn't help the succession but a girl did mean marrying into other royal lines and gaining allegiances through marriage.

(Y/n) felt like her heart was beating for everyone in the room with how frantic and hard her organ was overworking itself. Her chest heaved as she tried to gain her breath back while she tilted her head back and looked up at Geta, desperate to gauge his reaction and see whether he was okay or if he was disappointed in her. She hated to disappoint him in anything but if he were truly upset in this moment (Y/n) didn't know how she would survive.

"Geta?" She didn't have the heart to reach out and touch him in fear of what he might say or do, fretting he might get up from the bed and silently leave the room in anguish.

Her arms coiled towards her chest and she suddenly held her breath when Geta leaned forward.

Her eyes watched him curiously as he leaned forward and extended his arms towards the midwife. No words were needed for the midwife to understand what she was being asked. She moved round to the side of the bed and carefully eased the newborn into Geta's tense, waiting arms.

No one expected him to smile.

He encased his arms towards his chest and smiled down upon the life resting in the crook of his elbow. The life he had helped create. The life he had witnessed being brought into the world.

His smile was warm, something softer and kinder than anyone had seen on the seemingly heartless Emperor that many were afraid of. No one thought he could look so lovingly upon anyone but his Empress. But the way he stared down at his daughter was as if the Gods had personally handed him something worth more than its weight in gold.

To him, this little girl was worth everything. More than all of Rome and her conquered lands.

Geta trailed his index finger down his daughter's plump cheek, barely able to tear his eyes away from her until he felt (Y/n)'s cheek delicately press into his bicep. He felt her hands curling around his arm as she leaned into him when it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

He was happy. (Y/n) wasn't sure how she thought he could have been anything other than delighted in this moment. The Senates and their narrow-mindedness had panicked (Y/n), but sitting here now, seeing her daughter in her husband's arms, it was like nothing she had seen or felt before.

And when Geta leaned down and pressed a longing, searing kiss to her flushed temple, (Y/n) squeezed his bicep and smiled against his skin.

"She's such a precious little thing, like a flower."

[aisquaredchoco]

4to3 Madlen Lorens Dining

This is the first time I converted a whole set from a TS4 CC creator, and boy it turned out good. 😎

All credits to @madlensims for the mesh and textures. [TS4 original]

As opposed to what I usually do with TS4 EA conversions, most of the objects have their original presets retained, plus a CAStable preset.

Lorens Dining Chair

Three CAStable channels with three presets. Costs §200. Found in Comfort > Dining chairs.

Lorens Dining Table

Three CAStable channels with three presets. Costs §500. Found in Surfaces > Dining tables. Has 9 decor slots and 4 chair slots.

Lorens Dining Carpet

One CAStable channel with one preset. Costs §150. Found in Decor > Rugs.

Lorens Dining Shelf

Three CAStable channels with three presets. Costs §140. Found in Surfaces > Displays, Misc.

...and there's also an emptied version with added slots for additional clutter. Has 11 slots but may not be all useable at the same time. This version now only has two channels and only one preset. Also found in Surfaces > Displays, Misc. and now costs §130.

Lorens Dining Painting

One CAStable channel with one preset. Costs §200. Found in Decor > Paintings. Recommended placing with the S3DT mod in use to put them closer like in the preview.

Lorens Dining Brick Wall

Three non-CAStable color options, and a CAStable version. Costs §6. Found in Walls > Masonry.

Lorens Dining Wood Floor

One preset and one channel. Costs §8. Found in Floors > Wood.

POLYCOUNT INFO:

Lorens Dining Chair: 898 (hLOD)/418 (mLOD)

Lorens Dining Table: 70 (hLOD)/68 (mLOD)

Lorens Dining Carpet: 2 (yep, just 2 ^.^)

Lorens Dining Shelf: 187 (hLOD)/169 (mLOD)

Lorens Dining Shelf (empty): 78 (hLOD)/60 (mLOD)

Lorens Dining Painting: 78 (hLOD)/28 (mLOD)

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[187days]

Day One Hundred Twenty-Five

It was an early dismissal day for students today (and a late day for teachers, but I'll get to that). That meant my Global Studies classes were only about half an hour long, so I just had students read their books. A lot of them finished, or came close, which is exactly what I wanted because they're going to start drafting book papers on Monday (tomorrow is a teacher workshop day). There are some who have to read over their long weekend, but, for the most part, they're in good shape.

Amusing moment: the boy who decided to sit in the back corner behind my bookshelf, then asked if he could decorate it and make it an independent workspace (note: he would not be the first student to do this). Obviously, I said yes.

After students left, we had a half hour for lunch, and then it was time for parent-teacher conferences (which counts as a "day" in our required 187 since we do it in the fall and spring). Parents could sign up for a 10-minute time slot between 12:00 and 5:30 to conference with a particular teacher, or they could drop in as long as there was availability. They could also speak to counselors and admins, and our student ambassadors were on hand to help them navigate the building.

I had nine scheduled conferences, plus one drop-in. That's less than I had in the fall because APGOV is over. Also, Global Studies is a year-long class, so lot of the parents already met me. Some did come in for a second time, though. And, whether they were coming in for the first time or the second, I think the conferences were productive and positive. It's helpful for me to hear parents' insights, and I hope it's equally helpful for them to hear mine. I had one particular conference that I was especially happy about because I think it's going to make a big difference in a student's success.

One of the parents came in with a bag full of granola bars, candy, and bottled water, which was super nice, and a lot of them thanked us for being public school teachers. That basically made my whole afternoon.

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Animation Night 187: Garden of Remembrance & Annecy 2023

Hey everyone, it's that time of the week again!

First up, the Animation Night archive has been updated with Animation Night 182-186! The entries of late have been rather sparse, but they are in one place at least!

Tonight, we will continue to explore the Annecy DVDs, this time with the 2023 festival (of which you may recall some liveblogs). There are some absolute bangers this time - like the darkly hilarious Drijf, or the gorgeously absorbing La Saison Pourpre - but before that, there's a new release which we cannot wait to screen.

Which is... not the latest film by Naoko Yamada The Colours Within (Kimi no Iro), since that film isn't available yet outside of film festivals (we gave her two standing ovations for it at Annecy tho, it's good). It's the film before the latest film by Naoko Yamada: The Garden of Remembrance. Here's a quick trailer for ya:

Like every animation fan, I think Naoko Yamada - of K-On, A Silent Voice/Koe no Katachi and Liz and the Blue Bird - is the absolute bees knees and also the cats pajamas. And as you may know (perhaps from when we covered Heike Monogatari), in the wake of the horrific arson at Kyōto Animation, Yamada left her old home studio and went to work at Science Saru - neatly filling the slot of 'star auteur director' recently vacated by Masaaki Yuasa and no doubt making Eunyoung Choi very happy. Her work there, like Heike Monogatari, has definitely maintained many of her specific sensibilities as a director, even without KyoAni's unique production system to back it up.

So back in 2022, Yamada directed an adaptation of the Heike Monogatari to pair with Yuasa's Inu-Oh - seriously beautiful and moving, especially in its final arc, but the historical source material and huge cast makes it take a bit of effort to get into. Garden of Remembrance was her next project, a short film.

This 18-minute wordless film covers a subject that any Yamada-head will know well: girls playing music. It brings in a list of key animators that will make any sakubuta drool, with names among them like Shingo Yamashita and Weilin Zhang. Not to mention the bold and gorgeous colours. Word on the sakugabooru server is "it's peak".

So tonight we'll be watching that!

After that, we'll dive into the Annecy DVD. Plus a few more short films from around the web. But I don't have time to write more right now, but I'll try and find a chance to write about them after! (Also move the Annecy coverage to my website, and write up the last couple of days of that and worldcon, and and...)

Animation Night 187 is set to start at 9pm UK time - just over an hour hence - at twitch.tv/canmom!! Hope to see you there~! Should be a special one (but then, they're all special...)

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[talenlee]

Decima Vex Gallery 6: The Rest!

And here we are, in 2025, after six full months of daily cards, and a whole year of two linked sets, presenting the last bits and pieces that make up the Decima Vex set.

Some of these cards are cards from other, existing factions, or hints of plot points earlier in the story. But all through December, you were getting to see them, so the spoilers are spoiled, the cards are presented, and, based on December 2023, there was probably one or two cards that provoked a super bunch of really vibrant arguments in a really weird way.

Decima Vex is a custom magic set created by Talen Lee. It’s composed of 187 cards, with 71 commons, 60 uncommons, 41 rares, and 15 mythic rares. Decima Vex is a custom Magic: The Gathering set, with at least one card spoiled a day, on Cohost, Kind.Social, and the r/custommagic subreddit.

WOTC Employees: This post in full presents unsolicited custom Magic: The Gathering card designs, which I understand current employee practices forbid you from looking at unsolicited. You shouldn’t be here!

This is the finale for the Decima Vex cards and the story told on those cards. With a year of hindsight now, looking back on these cards, and filled with all sorts of feedback from sources on Mastodon, Cohost (RIP) and Reddit, and time to marinate, I have some thoughts.

First of all: Bloomburrow and Foundations fucked me. Both of these sets, releasing in the later half of 2024 introduced some major changes to wording and rules templates. The first one, from Bloomburrow was the new ‘enters,’ which cut ‘the battlefield’ off a bunch of cards I’d made. Foundations also brought with it the change of ‘this card’ versus ‘CARDNAME,’ which means every card released from September on looked obviously dated, and some of the feedback I was given focused on the unhelpful premise of ‘did you know that a major wording update happened?’

This relates to another problem we���ll talk about later.

That’s not even the extent to which I got fucked in this design, because also, Outlaws of Thunder Junction represented the change from Draft Boosters to Play Boosters, which change the proportion of rarities! By releasing the set card by card, each day of the year, I created a virtual impression of the card being current when it was explicitly old, and old in a way that looks obviously wrong to players who keep current and are highly engaged. Like, you know, all the players in the Custom Magic community.

Secondly, I feel like I pushed very hard to make a three-colour set and I’m not happy with the results. While I love the three-colour factional math that started us off — the idea of doing a mixed set of pairings in two mid-sized sets — and some of the knock-on effects — such as one set that used +1/+1 counters across all mechanics and the other that did not use +1/+1 counters at all — there are still a number of three colour cards that are costed in ways I find unsatisfying.

Here, let me unpack this a little. I’m going to refer to the colours generically – A, B, C aren’t any specific characters, just note that they mean each three separate colours. For a number of three-colour cards, the cards could be AB, BC, and AC, which means that hypothetically they should be fine as ABC cards. Despite this though, as ABC cards, they create an intuitive ‘gap’ in them. For other ABC cards, they may be AB cards that wouldn’t normally be that cheap to cast, and turn some sum of generic mana into C, or wouldn’t get the effect at the scope they get it without making it harder to cast. I don’t like things like A(B/C) hybrid like Jund Hackblade, but reflecting on it now, I should have considered the value of this kind of design for cheaper, simpler cards.

This is some very fuzzy kind of divination in the colour pie, and when constructing a set these are real needs that need addressing in terms of filling slots and making effects available, it can feel like any given card, extracted from its context can feel like ‘oh, hey, this isn’t perfect, why isn’t it perfect?’ and my response is ‘because it belongs to a greater set and has a greater context’ which never gets a good response.

This also relates to our idea that comes up later, again.

I did like the factions’ flavour. Each of these ten factions feels to me like an interesting space for creating characters that feel meaningfully different and where each solves and approaches problems in different ways and brings with them a host of different art opportunities. Sometimes that worked out great, where I could find a seam of art in my art source (Artstation) that maintained and shared a visual aesthetic well, letting me create a faction out of unrelated parts (or, y’know, sometimes, related parts). I don’t think any of the factions have meaningful overlap with one another, either, which is something I’d normally be afraid of doing, especially when trying to represent characters I, personally, like.

I had favourites, no doubt: The Cazas Dawn are absolutely a favourite. I love their broken-Catholic imagery, and their post-apocalyptic resilience. I love the chalk-and-ink colour scheme, I love their hateful antagonistic relationship to their cursed dead god, the Saun. I love Jade, who helped inspire so much of the language around them (and I think is responsible for the word Saun!). It juxtaposes them with the Kraivh Assembly’s similarly deific church-empire, which is run by a lone man who tries to control his daughters through necromancy, opposed by a gaggle of women leaders recognise the corruption of their god.

I also love the Ynvei Conspiracy not as an example of a faction whose minds I agree with but whose pain I understand. They’re a red-blue-black faction of conspiracy theorists whose conspiracy, thanks to their magic, actually works and always discovers more layers of deeper and deeper sophistication. But that’s not because of a centering on blue (a study of perfection) or black (a ruthless individuality willing to do anything) but is instead centered on the red in the faction, the emotional need for the conspiracy to still be the conspiracy.

This was cool!

Now, on for some card-by-cards:

Friendly Glitterwing started out as a kind of Ajani's Pridemate, but it wound up taking a form that’s more ‘capped,’ that I find less likely to get out of hand.

The new card frame design on Righteous Iconoclast and its cousins excites me but I think that I just find card frames dividing up information more exciting than I should. An idea I really like for it is for the cycle to have four known cards and the fifth to have an unknown card in its sub-card.

Trezi Memorial started out as an Alchemy card. No lies, Seek is an effect I can appreciate being keyworded.

I really like Forked Futures as an example of a Divination effect, which is a common space I find fun to play around. Making a simple, common-worthy version of the effect is really challenging.

Skull Preservation ahs one of my favourite pieces of flavour text in the set.

The Dead-Hand Jab continues my love of Things That Reference the Umezawa’s Jitte.

Empire’s Wake should be rare.

One of the lasting marks about this year’s cards is a steady disillusionment with Reddit’s custom magic community. This isn’t just things about specific conflicts with people; I block people, I unblock people after I’ve cooled down, I manage my experience with people who directly annoy me. That’s normal and I don’t mind it. What I mind is that when Reddit’s custom magic is an aggregate, it feels unpleasant the more I use it.

Multiple times in 2024, I had posts of mine brigaded by people who very confidently wanted to argue with me about a card, while being wrong about it. Not just ‘we disagree about how to do things’ but in some cases, wildly incorrect. This year someone claimed that a mechanic didn’t work, and when I showed them the page and rule in the comprehensive rulebook that showed them it did, they told me they didn’t think it was real. I had people extensively constructing conspiracy theories about me on other subreddits because I had positions like ‘talk to your commander pod.’

One trend on the place is the way that upvotes are largely centered not on good design or a willingness to engage with cards as meaningful expressions of what they are doing, but rather a kind of commafucking, usually escalated. A card may not be appropriate at one mana, maybe more appropriate at two, but calling it ‘broken’ is where the conversation starts. People bring a deeply disorienting assumption to everything, which means that people complain a card designed for casual commander games is displaced by a CEDH staple… which is a good thing? There’s also the way that people completely misunderstand what a card even says and get mad at me for that.

AI Slop is also a big problem. An overwhelming number of cards being put on the subreddit these days are being shared with entirely generative art, credited (usually, as per site rules) to ‘midjourney’ or ‘stablediffusion’ or whatever. This makes cards look more boring, which is a real shame, especially knowing that the free generators that are available are capable of meaningful varied, interesting images, if you bother to build expertise with them, and that this is something of a perfect use case for these tools (a no-profit playful toy piece) that still makes things look bad.

There’s also the way the attention system is biased heavily towards memes. Things get a lot of attention for being funny, and posting trends tend towards being extremely, energetically trend-following. Someone makes a joke about Colossal Dreadmaw and we get a dozen posts in the same day shaking out the same sock looking for more of that lint. It’s frustrating because it means that the designers I do like, I don’t see what they make that often, and I don’t get to have the conversations with them I want to have, because so often, the subreddit is a trough. It doesn’t even follow the rules I want it to — I tell reddit to present things in a linear newest order, and it simply won’t. Very frustrating.

There are still however, some really good points that are hard to address for structural reasons. For example, I am really bad at capitalising subtypes and handling spaces in printed mechanical text, and periods get past me from time to time. It’s nice to be mindful of that kind of thing.

I’m not giving up on the Subreddit by any means! I am just making plans for next year to make the process easier to share, because of course, yes, I am still making daily cards in 2025.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

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[megalony]

Finally Coming True

This is a new Evan Buckley imagine that I am very happy with, I hope you will all like it.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) has come to terms with the fact that she can't have children of her own. There are other ways for her and Evan to have a family. But their luck might be about to change.

(I'm thinking of making this into a little series if anyone is interested)

Enjoy.

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Adrenaline sparked in (Y/n)'s stomach when she felt a familiar pair of arms curve around her waist and a pointed chin perch on top of her head due to their height difference. She loved the feeling of his fingers squeezing her hips lovingly and the way he tugged her back so she was pressing into his chest like they were two pieces of a puzzle slotting together perfectly.

Evan's firm chest felt like a wall supporting (Y/n) as she leaned some of her weight back into him and felt the way he barely moved at the extra weight leaning on him.

Reaching her hands down, (Y/n) held onto Evan's wrists and gave a little squeeze, letting her shoulders tilt back a bit more so she was slouched down against him.

Her eyes cast up and her head tilted back until she managed to catch his eye and grin up at him. She felt him press a kiss to her temple and the sensation had her nerves tingling with excitement and love, all at once. She melted against his lips, wanting them to stay there forever, but she had to look back at the scene in front of them. Evan wasn't the one she was supposed to be admiring.

This was the first time (Y/n) had witnessed a hospital wedding, and the first time she had actually heard of one that wasn't just in movies for dramatic effect when someone was dying.

It was a different experience, having everyone cramped into the same room, all coiled together. Some smartly dressed, others wearing something casual that they slipped into last minute to make sure they were here on time.

She was glad both she and Evan had stayed somewhat smartly dressed. (Y/n) was in the plum purple dress she would of worn to the original ceremony, had the wedding taken place back at the manor hotel. And Evan was in a smart pair of trousers and a pale blue shirt with the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled neatly up to his elbows.

They didn't look like they had received a last-minute invite and rushed down here, they looked good enough for family photos.

Although (Y/n)'s heart was melting at seeing her niece in her cute little dress and the balloon she was still holding which she refused to let go of.

(Y/n) glanced her eyes up towards her husband when he murmured "Remember the words?" into her hair.

She did indeed remember the words Bobby was uttering since he was officiating the wedding. They were a little different from two years ago when (Y/n) and Evan got married, but it was all along the same lines and if (Y/n) closed her eyes, she could still hear Evan repeating those words to her at the alter.

She felt a little guilty that her and Evan's wedding day had gone without a hitch and poor Maddie had received the fright of her life with Chimney and had to have her day ruined and postponed like this. But at least they were still getting their wedding day with their family and friends, and they seemed happy which was enough for everyone.

"Course I do," She murmured back and turned her head to kiss Evan's bicep. She grinned when he squeezed his arms tighter around her and tilted his head down to attach his lips to the top of her head, kissing her hair.

(Y/n) couldn't stop her eyes from glancing back down towards Jee who was stood right beside Maddie, smiling brightly with all the excitement. She looked so cute. Sweet enough to bring tears to (Y/n)'s eyes that she willed away before anyone noticed.

But it was as if Evan could sense what was running through her mind because his arms squeezed into her waist and he tugged her back into his chest. His body curled around her a bit more like he was becoming a security blanket, engulfing her in his frame.

Evan could feel the longing radiating off of (Y/n), and it was breaking his heart.

Looking at Jee always broke something inside of (Y/n) at the same time that her niece also managed to heal those shattered pieces.

(Y/n) couldn't have kids. Her likelihood of having children was less than ten percent, which was enough of a reassurance to (Y/n) that she was never going to have a child naturally. She had spent many nights crying, telling Evan the family he'd always envisioned, the one he wanted to make and grow and nurture so much better than his own parents had, was never going to happen.

Adopting was going to be their future, it was something they were looking into and as much as that helped, it still hurt to know (Y/n) wasn't going to get the pregnancy experience like every other woman.

She and Evan practically took Jee in when Maddie had her breakdown and went for treatment. She had become a daughter to them for a short time and even now, they took Jee out on day trips, they had her for sleepovers and generally showered her with love because she was their family. She was the child they couldn't have.

"…You can now kiss the bride."

Evan snapped out of the trance he had put himself in when Bobby's words registered in his ears. He looked over at his big sister and one of his closest friends. He couldn't be happier for them. When Maddie married Doug, the ceremony had been small and their parents didn't even turn up. Evan had felt dread in the pit of his stomach that day, and he could never get over how it felt like she was making such a big mistake.

This time, it was invigorating to feel warmth and happiness and a general sense of ease at knowing his sister was going to be happy this time. She deserved it. She needed it.

Evan took a step back, subsequently tugging (Y/n) back with him so they weren't too cramped between everyone else. It was lovely and endearing to have the closest people in their little circuit in here for the ceremony, but it was also unnerving. There was no space between them all. Everyone was nudging elbows and leaning on each other and it was very, very warm in here now.

Pushing up on her tiptoes, (Y/n) pressed a kiss to Evan's cheek and grinned when Evan tilted his head to catch her lips with his. She felt his tongue tracing her lower lip as if begging for entrance, but he pulled back before he could get any further. It was as if he remembered they were in public, at a ceremony. They couldn't be too touchy-feely in public.

Her fingers danced along his jaw and traced up towards his ear while she leaned up towards him and pecked his cheek.

"Love you." He whispered softly into her ear, feeling the way (Y/n) took a deep breath and the feel of her heartbeat pulsing beneath her skin. There weren't many special moments in Evan's life that weren't overshadowed by other things or people he'd rather forget.

But he knew this memory wasn't going to be tainted. This was going to be something that stuck with him for all the right reasons and made him happy. He had his wife in his arms, his family surrounding him and a moment that made all the difference in their lives right here and now. It felt like everyone in this room had someone to share the moment with, and Evan was glad he had (Y/n) here with him.

So many moments in his life he had witnessed alone, good and bad, and it always ate away at him. Not anymore.

Having (Y/n) in his arms, making him feel loved and happy and whole meant this day was going to be a good day. It was going to be a memory that wouldn't be tainted by bad thoughts or moods or by something bad happening.

"Love you too." (Y/n) let her temple rest against Evan's jaw and she took a moment to close her eyes and savour in the feeling of his embrace.

Her lips curved up and her hands tightened around his wrists when he gently but firmly started to tug her backwards with him again so they were melting into the background. Moving them both out the way so that Maddie could move and some pictures could be taken.

Pulling on Evan's arms, (Y/n) pushed up on her toes and hovered her lips over his ear.

"Just going to the bathroom, save me some cake."

"Will do." He muttered against her cheek, turning to steal another kiss from her lips before he eventually let her squirm out of his arms.

(Y/n) tilted her head down, a shy smile gracing her lips as she coiled her arms into her chest and slowly weaved her way through the other guests in the room. She tried not to push or bump into anyone and wormed her way out the door, taking a deep breath when she was finally back in the corridor.

It was lovely to see so many people enjoying the ceremony, but it wasn't great for them all to be cramped together like that. The room was starting to feel like a sauna with all the body heat crowding together and (Y/n) was glad for a little breathing room.

Once the room had started to fill up, Evan had graciously looped his arms around (Y/n) and moved her in front of him to keep her close and so she didn't have to be too close to anyone else. He knew wrapping himself around her would make her feel at ease with her anxiety. The last thing he wanted was for (Y/n) to feel uncomfortable or start to panic.

Rattling her fingers through her hair, (Y/n) smiled to herself and made her way down the corridor and turned the corner.

It didn't take long to find the nearest toilets and when she was done, she slowed down her walk to have another minute or so to herself before she went back into the enlightened room with the raised atmosphere.

She stuck close to the wall, letting her head lean to one side when she watched Jee trot out of the room, the balloon now tied to her wrist so it would follow her like a shadow without risk of floating away. She stopped in her tracks and watched Evan trail after her, but when he reached down and swooped Jee up into his arms, (Y/n) could feel her heart constricting.

Her hand moved to her chest as if the way her heart clenched was the beginning of a heart attack. She could feel her lungs becoming taut and narrow and she couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes when Evan kissed Jee's cheek. He sat her on his hip and wandered down the corridor with her.

She wondered where the pair of them were going, but it didn't really matter. It was the sight of them that made (Y/n) feel like someone was driving an ice pick through her heart.

"Hey, you okay?"

Tremors rattled through (Y/n)'s chest and she shuddered, pushing off the wall to twist to the left. She felt a wave of relief when she noticed it was only Hen and she let herself relax and turned to press her shoulders back into the wall. Her arms coiled around her waist and she nodded before she tilted her head down to fight off the rest of the tears threatening to overwhelm her.

"I'm good, you?"

She hadn't realised Hen had slipped out of the room too. She felt like she had a close friend in Hen. Of course, Evan had Eddie who was like a brother, and Chimney was now technically a brother to him, but there was a strong bond between Hen and Evan. He could tell her anything, and therefore, (Y/n) had gotten close to her too.

Hen glanced back down the corridor but she didn't make a move to go back towards the room just yet. Instead, she moved to stand beside (Y/n) with her hands tucked into her pockets and an understanding look on her face.

"Are you okay, really?"

(Y/n) managed a smile and let out a small laugh that almost sounded broken. She swiped her hand beneath her eyes, making sure she wasn't actually crying, before she ran her hands up and down her thighs to give herself something to do and create a distraction.

"Yeah, just… he just looked so cute, with Jee. I got a bit emotional, I know it's silly."

"It's not silly." The tender look in Hen's eyes made (Y/n) feel a little better, but she still felt like she was being too emotional without much cause.

Her arms moved to fold over her chest and she tilted her head down while her shoulders and back stayed pressed into the wall. It didn't matter that (Y/n) had already resigned the idea of being pregnant and having a child naturally, seeing Evan with Jee made that frustration and anger creep back up her throat.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. (Y/n) hated that her body was so against her like this. Sometimes, she wished she'd never found out she couldn't have kids. At least then she and Evan would have a small morsel of hope rather than the damning knowledge that it was never going to happen.

"That sight might be familiar in a year or two, you never know, you two might have a baby." Hen reached out to rub (Y/n)'s arm softly and she smiled, right until (Y/n) lifted her head.

The sorrow in her eyes wiped away Hen's smile and made her think she had said something wrong.

"I doubt it." Her eyes cast down towards her shoes that were tapping out an uneven rhythm against the tiled floor. "I've got cystic ovaries… he's got no chance of having a child with me."

No matter how many times Evan reassured her, (Y/n) always felt nervous when the subject of kids came up. She feared that one day Evan was going to wake up and realise he'd made a mistake, sacrificing any biological kids of his own to have a life with (Y/n). She worried he would turn around one day and say that it didn't matter how much he loved her, he needed to find someone he could have a proper family with.

And could (Y/n) really blame him if that happened?

"Oh, I- Buck never mentioned it. I know how hard that can be, IVF didn't work for me and Karen, and she took it hard."

Evan had never brought it up with anyone on the team, he barely talked about it to Maddie. It was something that brought Evan down at times, but it wasn't something he was hung up on. He didn't care how he and (Y/n) had kids, as long as their future would contain kids at some point, then he didn't care about the method.

And he had never said anything to the team or had that longing look in his eyes when they had to look after kids on shift or come into contact with kids in emergencies. He was always good at calming kids down and keeping them occupied and giving out random facts. Evan was great with kids, everyone could see it and if he was ever asked if he had kids, his response was always 'not yet.' with a smile that said he would have kids soon. Eventually.

"I just, I feel like I'm letting him down sometimes. You've seen him with kids, and he's amazing with Jee. I can't make that happen."

"There's always adoption… I know it's not my place, but Buck has found the one with you. Kids don't have to be biological, and that doesn't matter to Buck, I know it. Any kids with you, no matter how it happens, would be his idea of a blessing."

Hen's words of wisdom sounded surprisingly like what Evan had said to her one night when they talked about the future.

Evan didn't care if they fostered or adopted or ended up taking in ad caring for a child he met on a call out at work who needed a safe loving home. All Evan cared about was them making their family together, the exact way that happened wasn't an issue for him.

And (Y/n) knew deep down that whenever they got round to adopting or fostering, it would feel envigorating and as if their family was that much closer to being complete. It was just taking time to get used to the fact that it wasn't going to happen quite how she had always pictured when growing up.

***

A jolt ran through Evan's body and he shot up from the bed, sitting upright when a horrid sound seemed to vibrate through the house. His eyes scanned around the bedroom, momentarily panicked about why there was so much light creeping through the curtains until he remembered it had to be sometime in the afternoon.

He had been on a double shift. He didn't sleep last night, he came home this morning and completely crashed the moment he climbed into bed.

He sat up in the middle of the bed, feeling his heart hammering against his chest as he scrambled to get up off the bed and find his bearings. Whatever crash he had just heard in the house wasn't normal and Evan knew he wasn't home alone. (Y/n) was here. Either that noise was from her, or someone was breaking in during the day.

"Baby, you alright?" His voice was apprehensive as he headed out the bedroom and took a look around before he wandered quickly into the hall. "(Y/n), what was that noise?"

"Evan…" The weak call of his name had panic bubbling up inside Evan's stomach and he surged forward, hurrying towards the stairs.

Before he could even call out and ask (Y/n) whereabouts she was in the house, he saw her.

Crumpled at the bottom of the stairs. She'd fallen.

"Shit."

His heart jumped into his throat as he thundered down the stairs, pulling his lower lip between his teeth at the sight in front of him. (Y/n) was sat on the floor in front of the stairs, her legs curled beneath her with her back up against the wall and her body slouched to the side like she was about to curl up on the floor and go to sleep. Her hands were covering her face, partially smothering the small whimpers she was letting out along with each harsh breath she took which fanned against her palms.

When Evan got closer to her, he realised she was trembling. He clung to the bannister and used it to climb over (Y/n) since she was right at the bottom of the stairs.

He spun round and moved to kneel down beside her and he gingerly rested his palms on her thighs, unsure where to touch her because he didn't know where she had gotten hurt.

"Baby, look at me. Are you hurt?" His thumbs stroked up and down her thighs while he leaned closer to try and inspect her for any signs of injury or pain.

(Y/n)'s hands continued to tremble even as Evan carefully cupped her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face so he could look at her. He lowered her hands to her lap until (Y/n) whimpered and her left hand jerked up. His attention darted down and he brought her left hand up for inspection.

His lower lip sucked between his teeth. Her middle and fourth finger were trembling and bent at odd angles. They might be broken.

Evan went to say something, but when his eyes lifted to lock onto (Y/n)'s face, his expression fell and a sigh parted from his lips. He let go of her hand and reached out to cup her face in his hands, tilting her head back so he could try and inspect her forehead.

She had a rather large gash on the right side of her temple and a steady flow of blood was trickling down her head towards her cheek. It didn't take much guessing to figure out that she had fallen which such a bang that she cracked her head on the unit in front of the stairs that housed the shoes.

"Oh baby… I think I might have to take you to the emergency room."

(Y/n) couldn't help the way she groaned and the quiet mewl that left her lips. She could feel the blood trickling down the side of her face and her head was throbbing like she was a drum constantly being whacked. Tears were streaming down her face as she pushed forward and slumped her face onto Evan's bare shoulder.

She felt bad for getting tears and streaks of blood smeared onto his skin, but he didn't seem to care at all. His arms enveloped around her frame and he cupped the back of her neck as he kissed the top of her head softly.

She knew she was accident prone, but this was the first time (Y/n) had fallen down the stairs the year that they had lived in this house.

Her hand was twitching in agony on her lap, her head felt like it was swelling up to the size of a helium balloon and she felt queasy.

Ragged breaths left her lips as she tried to regulate her system for a few moments until Evan gently slid his hands down to hold her waist.

"Shall we try and get you up? I wanna get you checked out."

(Y/n) moved her hands to his biceps, keeping her face tucked into his shoulder and her eyes tightly closed to see if it would help with the headache throbbing in her temple. Her body was rattling like a pill box but once she was on her feet, (Y/n) felt like her bones had turned to jelly.

Her knees caved in and her weight fell onto Evan as her mind short-circuited. Her hands lost their grip on his arms and she slid down until Evan quickly buckled his arms around her torso and pinned her against him.

"Woah, baby, baby you still with me?" The quiet noise that clawed past her lips was enough to alert Evan that she hadn't passed out yet.

He tightened his arms around her and carefully turned her to the side and leaned her backwards until she sat down on the stairs. He let her slump against the bannister and crouched back in front of her, cupping her neck so she was looking down at him.

"You're definitely concussed. I'm gonna get changed and then we'll go to the emergency room, okay?"

(Y/n) sighed as she went to rake her fingers through her hair before she remembered that her hair had been tightly tied up at the back of her head. It induced the headache she already had and made her skin feel tight, but it had been necessary so the nurse could inspect the cut on her temple that started at the tip of her hairline and went down towards her brow.

She moved her hands down to her lap and ran her fingers up and down her thighs to try and keep herself busy and give herself something to do.

Her eyes locked on the cardboard sick bucket laid at the end of the bed and she grimaced and turned away from it. That was the second one she'd had since coming down to the emergency room. The nurse hadn't even started to patch her up and (Y/n) had clammed up and threw up on the floor. Then again five minutes later when she was handed one of those sick buckets. Since then, Evan had kept that one nearby just in case.

He knew concussions often made people sick, he had seen enough people throw up after a bad accident and once, someone had even thrown up on Chimney.

"You okay?" Evan whispered softly and when (Y/n) looked in his direction, he leaned closer to the bed she was sat on and reached out for her. His fingers cupped her chin and he tilted her head down so he could inspect her cut. Again.

The nurse had said it was deep but rather than stitch it, she had glued the cut together. Now (Y/n) couldn't get it wet for almost two weeks, which meant if she wanted to wash her hair, she was going to have to enroll Evan's help to carefully wash her hair and keep the water off her temple.

"The pain relief isn't helping," (Y/n) hated how her head throbbed and continued to feel like it was being hit with a hammer.

Whatever the nurse had given her when they arrived hadn't been enough to take away the throbbing headache (Y/n) had or the queasy feeling overwhelming her stomach. She felt like someone was about to rip her head off with how horrid the pain was and (Y/n) didn't want to think what it would feel like if she hadn't of had the pain relief at all.

"You'll feel better soon." Evan mused quietly while he dragged his thumb along her lower lip and leaned forward from his seat to peck her cheek.

He looked down at (Y/n)'s hand, noting that her fingers were starting to swell and she could barely bend them at all. She needed an X-ray, but that had to wait as the gash on her temple took precident, especially considering (Y/n) didn't have the willpower to move when they arrived. She had been drowsy and the concussion was only just starting to taper off.

At least she was conscious and properly alert now.

Evan had held her good hand and tried to take her mind off the bloods she had to have when they arrived. Then they had to wait until she had pain relief and was back to her senses before the nurse glued her head and left her to feel a bit better. Now they were waiting for someone to guide them down to X-ray because once her hand was in a splint, Evan could take her back home.

(Y/n) leaned over the side of the bed, keeping both hands on the bed so she wasn't in danger of losing her balance and toppling off onto Evan's lap. She brushed her nose against his and leaned down to steal a kiss from his lips. She felt his thumb grazing up and down her chin as he sat on the edge of his seat to be as close to her as possible.

But the moment was broken up when there was a light knock on the cubicle door and a nurse entered the room.

(Y/n) managed a small smile and moved her hands to her knees which were crossed beneath her on the bed. She watched Evan sink back in the chair while his hands began smoothing up and down his jeans in a nervous habit.

"Can I get an X-ray now?" (Y/n) gingerly held up her left hand which was still trembling and her two suspected broken fingers were partly curled, unable to bend in any direction.

"I think a doctor is organising that for you now. But we've had all the results back, you do indeed have a concussion, but your bloods have come back clear from any infection,"

"Good." Evan murmured softly and reached over to run his hand along (Y/n)'s thigh.

It hadn't been a big worry that she might have any kind of infection or illness, but with (Y/n) cutting her head and coming in with a lot of concussion symptoms, they had to make sure. They didn't want to send her home without antibiotics if she had any infection or anomaly in her blood, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"But, we do have some good news. The bloods show that you're pregnant, congratulations."

The smile on the nurse's face was a beaming one and it dazzled (Y/n) to the point she thought she was going to go blind. She looked like a young nurse, as if she hadn't been in this job long because she was overly happy to give them the wrong news.

(Y/n) couldn't help the way her lips curled down and the headache thumping at her temple got louder and harder. Why were they doing this to her? How stupid could they be that they managed to switch her results with someone else's?

She couldn't have kids. She'd been to her doctor many, many times for all the problems she'd had with polycystic ovaries. There were a few of them around her fallopian tubes and they were large and blocked the eggs from being released. (Y/n) had less than a ten percent chance of having kids, that was what she had always been told.

And even if she did somehow get pregnant, the exams and treatment she'd had confirmed that her cervix was small and weak. It meant she probably wouldn't carry a baby to full term anyway.

No matter how many people tried to calm her nerves, (Y/n) knew she was irrevocably damaged.

"I c- I can't get pregnant." The little huff at the end of her voice almost sounded like a laugh and she turned to look at Evan, exasperation on her face and a broken look in her eyes. As if she were asking him to step in and make this right, to get this nurse to see whatever mistake she had made with those results she had in her hands.

The look on Evan's face was perplexed as he sighed and began tracing his hand up and down his jaw.

Out of all the people in this hospital, they had to mix (Y/n)'s results up. Couldn't this of happened to someone else? It was cruel. This was going to give them a sense of false hope that they couldn't believe in. Evan used to try and make (Y/n) feel better about their situation with kids, he'd say because the doctor couldn't say she was one hundred percent never going to get pregnant, that they had a chance.

But with their likelihood being so low, any sense of hope felt foolish and he could see it didn't help.

"Oh, but the results-"

"I have polycystic ovaries, they- they got damaged. My doctor said I have a two percent chance of having a baby. I'm not pregnant. Don't-" Her desperate eyes darted between the nurse and Evan who was now standing up beside the bed. "Don't do this to me."

They had a false alarm before. (Y/n)'s condition meant she often had missed periods, heavy periods and they were never regular. But when she went three months without a proper period, she hoped. She prayed that they had a small slither of a chance at being pregnant. A trip to the doctor had left (Y/n) in a slump for weeks when she found out she wasn't within a chance of having a baby.

She didn't want any more false chances like that.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried to regulate her breathing while Evan stepped as close to the bed as he could. Both his hands moved down to squeeze her shoulders and he leaned down so he could kiss the back of her head. Not wanting to go near her temple and cause her any pain or dare touch the glue that was still setting in her gash.

He let (Y/n) lean into his torso and when her hand reached up to cling tightly to his arm, he felt her starting to shake again. He gripped her shoulders and leaned his cheek on top of her head for a moment or two before he looked over at the nurse.

"Your hormone levels show you are pregnant, these tests are hardly ever wrong. But I'll go find you some water to drink and I'll book for you to go for an ultrasound right away. Just to make certain."

The nurse looked very uncertain and panicked and Evan figured she thought she may just have given the wrong person the wrong results or the labs might have made a mistake.

But Evan jolted back when (Y/n) scrambled up from the bed before the nurse had chance to step back.

(Y/n) reached out and snatched the paper from the young woman's hands and stepped to the side so the paper couldn't be taken from her too soon. Her eyes blurred as she scanned over the words and numbers, most of which washed over her head and looked like jumbled nonsense to her.

She scanned down near the bottom of the page, fingers almost crumpling the paper as she read over the elevated hormone levels she had. This was her results. That was her blood group. Her name and date of birth at the top of the page. And there it was in black and white at the bottom of the page.

*The presence of these hormones indicate pregnancy.

Horrible tremors rattled through her arms and caused her knees to quake back and forth like tooth picks about to snap in half. She could barely take in a proper breath until her lungs were gasping for air and her throat was tightening up in panic.

The page crumpled in her hands, crinkling and tearing at the sides as all the words blurred into one big mush of black and white swirls like it had been drenched in water.

She could feel her knees giving way on her but before she hit the floor, Evan's arms bolted around her waist. His fingers laced together and his hands imbedded into (Y/n)'s stomach so he could reel her back into his chest to stop her from crashing to the floor.

Evan curled over her like some kind of blanket, moulding his chest into her back and he smothered his lips against the side of her neck as (Y/n)'s weight leaned on his arms and he held her up. She dropped the crumpled piece of paper to the floor and switched to digging her nails into Evan's wrists like she was reassuring herself that this was real, this wasn't some kind of dream or awful nightmare.

The nurse rushed forward to try and help but she froze when Evan shook his head. (Y/n) hadn't fainted, she hadn't blacked out or gone unconscious, she was just in a panicked state and Evan would calm her down.

"Book that ultrasound please."

The nurse did as requested and disappeared from the room. She would find two bottles of water for (Y/n) to guzzle so she could get (Y/n) booked in for an ultrasound within the hour. She didn't fancy waiting and seeing what kind of panicked state (Y/n) might go into if she didn't receive some clarity soon.

Tears began to fall from (Y/n)'s eyes as she clung to Evan's arms and gasped for air when her lungs finally started to take in proper breaths again. She flopped her head back on his shoulder while he carefully moved her over to the side. He twisted around and sat down on the bed, shuffling back enough so that he could pull (Y/n) up onto the bed and sit her between his thighs.

She slouched back into his chest, reduced to tears and despite the pounding agony in her temple, she leaned her head on Evan's shoulder with her forehead touching his neck.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. Our luck might be changing, sweetheart."

***

It couldn't be true.

That was the only thing circulating through (Y/n)'s mind as she and Evan walked into the ultrasound room. No. The test had been wrong. Her hormone levels must just be elevated due to her polycystic syndrome. It had to be a mistake. (Y/n) couldn't allow herself one second of false hope because no matter how small that hope lifted her, the fall was always catastrophic and the landing was even worse.

But every time she looked back at Evan, he had that faraway look in his eyes that made (Y/n) want to scream and kiss him all at once. He would dither on the edge of hope, and if this turned out to be wrong, he would somehow manage to hold himself together and hide the rushing agony from his face.

(Y/n) knew he was anything but calm, she knew there would be one hundred and one thoughts raging through Evan's mind right now, but he hid it so well that it was infuriating.

She felt his hand on her lower back as they headed into the ultrasound room and looked over at the doctor.

The doctor looked like a calm lady who took everything in her stride, and by the look in her eyes and the nurturing smile on her face, she had been told. She had been informed about (Y/n)'s adamance that the results had been wrong and this was not going to go the right way.

"Hi there, Mrs Buckley, right?"

When (Y/n) nodded, the doctor ushered her to sit down on the bed. (Y/n) knew the drill. She had suffered through far too many ultrasounds relating to her condition, especially when her symptoms flared up. Only one had been to check whether she had been pregnant or not, and this was going to work out exactly the same.

(Y/n) rolled up her shirt towards her bra, but when she looked to her left, she reached out and took Evan's hand. She gripped it tightly and pulled his hand to rest against her side. She wanted to smile when she felt him kissing the top of her head, but she couldn't manage it.

"Okay, let's take a look."

She was suddenly glad that the screen was turned away from them. (Y/n) didn't want to look. She didn't think she would understand what she was looking at anyway, but seeing an empty space was only going to make her heart break all over again.

It was an uncomfortable but familiar feeling to have the sonogram pressing down on her abdomen, making her bladder squeeze and feel like she was about to burst.

She tilted her head away from the doctor to look towards Evan; she wanted badly to press her face into his torso but knew she couldn't in case she wanted another agonising headache.

"I can see a few cysts, roughly the same as your last ultrasound."

(Y/n) muttered a quiet "As normal," under her breath because that was exactly what she was expecting to hear.

"And then there's a baby in here too."

Her words caused (Y/n)'s head to snap to the right as her jaw hung loose. She could feel Evan's hand tightening around hers while he pushed forward into the bed harsh enough to make the frame rattle and unbalance (Y/n) by mistake.

"No… no, I- I can't," (Y/n) looked between Evan and the doctor, begging for one of them to tell her that this wasn't happening. Since she was nineteen she had been told that it wasn't likely to get pregnant, and then her doctor all but put it in stone that this wasn't going to be her reality.

"Then what'd you call that?" Evan murmured against the shell of her ear, his smile so wide (Y/n) could feel it against her skin as he leaned into her and pointed at the monitor when it was turned in their direction.

Evan was no doctor, but he knew what that grey, blurred shape was on the screen. He knew that was a baby. Their baby. No one was lying to them or mixing up their results, this was happening. Finally, after so many restless nights crying and resolving that they weren't going to have a baby of their own. It was finally coming true.

Her grip tightened around Evan's hand until he had no circulation left in his fingers, not that he minded at all. He kissed her cheek, then her lips when she turned her head up in his direction and (Y/n) could feel her tears soaking into his skin. She couldn't help the flood wave of tears beginning to stream down her face.

"I'd say your about eleven weeks, all looks good. I'll add some notes to your file, and you should get in touch with your doctor as soon as possible. You can be put on antenatal care now."

That was something (Y/n) never thought she was going to hear.

A small laugh tumbled past her lips before she turned to the left and deadlocked her arms around Evan's neck. She pulled him down to her and burrowed her face in his shoulder, ignoring the blinding sparks in her temple that were nothing compared to the adrenaline sparking throughout her system and the butterflies swarming through her blood.

She felt Evan's arms loop around her waist so he could pull her into his chest and he attached his lips to the side of her neck, unable to stop from grinning into her skin.

"What did I tell you? Our luck is changing, sweetheart." He knew it. Something just told Evan that those results weren't a mistake. It was like intuition in his gut. They were going to have a baby.

This was really happening.

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