#TW Fertility Issues

[scaarletwiitch]

Chapter 2: Snowed In

Agatha / Rio E rated (eventually) TW: baby loss, fertility issues Summary: Agatha gets snowed in at her estranged wife/co parent's house. In chapter 2 she is forced to accept her fate.

Catch up on chapter 1 here.

Make yourself at home.

Agatha squirmed by the welcome mat. Rio had returned to the kitchen, where she and Nicky were conspiring.

The snow was still falling at its furious rate, but now rather than melting into the damp grass, it was lying. The stepping stones leading to the gate had disappeared and judging by the layer on the trellis they were heading towards their second inch.

There was no tow truck or replacement battery right now. That much was clear.

Agatha rubbed her collar bone fractiously. Breathing was harder in this house these days. The briefest glance around the living room told her Rio and Nicky had already decorated for Christmas together. He hadn’t mentioned it to her. He had been too excited for all the celebrations at school in the last week before the vacation. Decorations aside, the place was a little tidier than she remembered. Nicky’s lego was out of sight and she wondered if that was permanent or a symptom of Rio finding the weeks without Nicky a struggle too. There were a row of holiday cards on the mantlepiece. Rio’s adoptive family had always been big holiday people. Agatha received the odd card from co-workers but they never made it passed the office recycling bin. The silver photo frame on the fireplace caught her eye, it had been obscured by the holiday cards. Agatha lifted it to confirm it remained empty and rather than let her stomach squirm, she hardened her heart. She could wait for the tow truck.

“So, are you staying for dinner?” Rio’s head popped back out of the kitchen doorway.

Gritting her teeth, Agatha willed her eyes open and gave Rio a curt nod but did not move.

“What are you a vampire? You are allowed across the threshold.”

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[jen-with-a-pen]

pre-op appointment for laparoscopy is this afternoon. anxious but not afraid anymore. just hoping we can do it somewhat soon so I can stop feeling like wolverine is using my abdomen and pelvis as a goddamn punching bag (and not in the good way)

[medicinelarrie]

Been at my parents for a few hours, already they are being judgemental as fuck. I'm super anxious about it, and I can't even doom scroll on social media without seeing pictures of the boys. I'm verging on a fucking panic attack because I'm gonna be here for 8 days and I hate it. I don't feel safe here, this is the house I was abused in, in my old room the bookcase that was pulled down on top of me still stands. I don't want to cry in front of my parents but I also have the added stress of starting my IVF meds tomorrow, I'm not sure I'm going to cope.

[potionio]

Sometimes you need a bit of a nap to handle news.

[kronoose]

Info dumping about the residents of Luc's tower only one of which actually participates in the hunt regularly

Two of which had actual names I didn't write them down tho so they're still their nickname

Doc is getting his own post because he needs an bundle of extra tw and Milton is unimportant

Firstly we've got cooky friendly lesbian granny who can and will kick your ass for messing with her domain(the kitchen) she is a mom figure to Luc and the only one who can full name him they met shortly after he'd joined the Duke gang. She has a goth cottage core (look it up it's so pretty) girlfriend who's a florists she doesn't know cooky works for a serial killer but she does know the adults of the tower they car pool to the gay bar and kink club

Cooky was married to a gay man in her youth they couldn't conceive together due to fertility issues on both sides and very limited sex they split after he came out to her they're still friends in one au said husband is my teacher OC in that au they're besties like they're both incharge of a bunch of queer dumbass's and vent to eachother about their kids

She grows weed and makes adult treats on Fridays this has lead to many goofy lil bits in my fic she doesn't often join in the hunt but occasionally she will just to de stress

Next is Seth aroace sloth Boi they're non-binary

They wear lens less glasses like Connie in Steven universe

They killed their own father because he was a piece of shit this was very much hyped up by all the other named charecters.

They are the towers unofficial welcoming committee

They do not participate in the hunt they will participate in the pre and post hunt hype fest tho then he takes a nap

Seth can and will fall asleep in the most jump scare positions and places

Next the only OC I've never been able to pic crew

Ben the mom of the tower and everyones hype man. Ben is part bear and I believe he was once a bear in the 2sLGBTQ way but I couldn't find an answer conclusively enough if other people under the queer umbrella could use the term or if it was just gays so he's just the mama bear in the Physical sense

Ben is the second successful transformation Luc did they're child hood friends they briefly dated but realized they were just doing everything the same except with more kisses and we're like nah bro friends only

Ben is demibi ace

Ben is the only one I still use a face claim for

He was the one to bring Dani and Luc to the Duke gang

His dad 'vanished' the day after Ben came out to him it didn't go well Luc doesn't take well to his family being hurt his dad was doc's first live test for his skin

Ben is the only one who knows what happened to Luc's eye other than Dani

Next Jules the only named child in the tower

My brain was like what if the bigots got confronted with their child self as I was listening to Nightcore and I was like yes that anime person shall be them

Jules has a different name for each set of pronouns they use (he Julian/she Julia/they Jules)

They were born in the tower and home schooled there father was a werewolf mother was a shape Shifter

They were sent to normal school and promptly expelled for figthing and arson

The figthing was self defense the arson was for funsies

They can turn into child versions of people

They have not killed yet

Both of their parents fucking bounced so Jules was communally raised

Damian is Luc's demon who he summoned by accident the summoning was intentional he just got the wrong demon

Damian is kinda bassed off the black Butler demons

Damian is Demiace realizing both labels while listening to people gossip about their love lives and being like that's not me

[inevitablemoment]

“say something.”

Word Count: 695

Warnings: Stillbirth/miscarriage (at 24 week gestation), starvation, eating disorder not otherwise specified, toxic family, body image struggles, marital estrangement

Fandom: Bright Lights, Big City

Pairings: Jamie Conway x Vicky Allagash

It feels good to slip back into this fandom after almost a year. I love this movie so much, and it deserves more love. This is actually a snippet from a future fic of mine, Brighter Than The Stars, following Jamie and Vicky’s journey to parenthood. As evidenced here, it’s not an easy road, but they will get there.

I recommend listening to “The First Cut Is The Deepest” by Sheryl Crow while reading this.

Enjoy!

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At first, Vicky thought that it would be a relief to finally be home. Now, she just wished that she was back in that damn hospital.

She still looked pregnant. Anyone who passed her by on the streets probably would place her at four months... if she had left the house at all. Hell, she hadn’t even left her bedroom.

Her stomach kept cramping up, sending her back to that horrible early morning with more effect than any time machine could have.

But sometimes, it was replaced by the hollowness of hunger. The kind of hunger that one would have from not eating anything in days.

Whenever Jamie tried to bring her food, she would only eat a few pieces unless he prodded her to eat more.

Any time she tried to sleep, she would either be greeted by a more macabre sight than what she had woken up to, or dream that she had miraculously given birth to a full-term baby that was waiting for her in the room across from hers.

And even though she asked Jamie to make sure that everyone knew to just let them grieve alone, Vicky's sisters and Irene had come on a so-called "condolence call."

While Phillipa’s attempts at consoling her were the most human that Vicky had ever remembered her eldest sister being, Leslie kept asking questions that a woman of her age (not to mention married with children of her own) should have known better than to ask, as well as lobbing passive aggressive remarks towards Jamie.

And her mother... well, Irene was still Irene.

Distant. Uncaring. Truly did not give a shit.

Vicky lifted her head from her pillow when she heard the door opening, seeing Jamie walk in.

He looked just as exhausted as she did, she realized.

Guilt curdled up in her empty belly as she thought, And because of me.

She turned away in shame. Despite the fact that she couldn’t keep their daughter alive in her womb, he was still worried about her and taking care of her.

Jamie carefully approached the bed, taking the hand that bore her wedding rings into both of his hands.

“Hey, Dottie,” he whispered.

The warmth of his hands over hers and the tenderness in his voice threatened to make tears well up in her eyes.

“Please... say something...” Jamie begged quietly. “You haven’t said a word all day.”

Vicky dared to look up at him. She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice sounded a little raspy from both not being used and from crying.

“I’m... I’m fine,” she said.

Liar.

"How's your stomach feeling?" Jamie asked.

“Fine,” she repeated, cringing at how she sounded like a broken record.

And then, she cringed again when she saw that her husband didn’t believe her.

"Come on, Vicky, you have to eat something," Jamie begged. "I can hear your stomach growling from the next room."

Vicky could feel another hunger pang coming, but she ignored it.

"I just... I don't feel like eating anything," she mumbled, despite the very obvious rumblings of her belly. “Just... please... I don’t wanna be alone right now.”

“Neither do I,” he admitted.

As he climbed to bed next to her, she turned onto her other side, wincing at moving so suddenly. Jamie's hands wandered over her belly, beginning to massage at the skin that was still stretched out from twenty-four weeks of pregnancy.

Vicky tensed up.

She knew that he was just trying to relieve the empty, hollow ache that came with an empty belly, but she wondered if he was hoping that he would somehow feel a kick, like she often did over the last week.

She flinched away from his touch and wrapped her arms around her stomach as if to protect herself.

“I don’t... I don’t want to really be touched right now,” she told him.

She could feel him withdrawing his hands away.

“Okay,” he acquiesced. “I... I understand.”

He sounded... hurt.

And scared.

Instead of their usual spooning cuddle, they fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed that night... the both of them hoping that they wouldn’t let it turn into a habit.

[vi-for-vendetta]

We used it as a way to get past the hardships of dealing with the kink, the young woman is more to explore the kink than surrogacy as we still want to keep trying ourselves and explore every option before surrogacy. I can answer more questions if you'd like. I know you have DMs closed, but if you have anything you want to ask where you're not sure if it's too much, I'd be happy to answer there to, of course, your discretion

Perhaps I'm not seeing the connection based on how you framed it in the first ask. The kink is separate entirely from the issues of fertility, then? That is how I read it now.

So you two just wanna explore cnc together, with a third party to make it seem a bit less intimidating?

I'm no expert in that at all, but perhaps it's best to understand how the two of you want want to deal with that kink before you loop a third into things, lol, especially with such a heavy consent and boundaries based kink. Idk! Could be advice you don't need or already considered.

And yeah, my DMs are closed unless we're mutuals. It's mostly a safety and anti spam thing for me. I get a lot of weak conversations, unsolicited pictures, and unsolicited explorations of kinks I don't like inflicted onto me. I have other reasons, but I don't wanna get too lost in the weeds lol.

However, if you wanna drop your @, I might give a look and consider following or DMing, don't take too much offense if I don't, see: the weeds I don't wanna get lost in.

[what-if-i-just-did]

Hello Tumblr community 🇵🇸, I’m Noura Ayman, a medical lab specialist. My husband and I are pursuing master’s degrees at Al-Aqsa University 🇵🇸, and we were recently blessed with our baby girl, Hanan, after a difficult IVF journey.

We traveled to Egypt before the war, leaving us with no salary, no residence, and no income. My husband’s father, a cancer patient, is here with us, needing expensive treatments. Meanwhile, my family remains trapped in Gaza, enduring bombings and genocide—I desperately need to save them.

Your support can change our lives, helping us build a future and protect our loved ones. Please donate and share.

This campaign has been vetted by: @el-shab-hussein @moayesh @nabulsi

We deeply appreciate your generosity. ❤️

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[sparedareitspiecesasitflies]

“I don’t require help…” Certainly not from the faceless anonymous.

[likeshipsonthesea]

EB leave me and my Alexa alone 😔

The disco light is the most absurd thing.

Though I can just imagine his wife was like "honey I'm sad and depressed bc I miscarried and the only thing that will bring me joy is this disco shower light"

honestly lfjr in that movie was a gr8 husband. sucks that he got murdered for it but c'est le vie

[scaarletwiitch]

Chapter 2 now up!

Snowed In

Agatha / Rio E rated TW: baby loss, fertility issues Summary: Agatha gets snowed in at her estranged wife/co-parent's house.

Agatha had paused before sending the text, but with a roll of her eyes she had done it anyway. Reading it back over only made the decision seem all the more reasonable and she tossed her phone onto the kitchen counter.

It immediately began to ring.

Agatha let out a frustrated growl before retrieving it. She cursed when she saw, as expected, her estranged wife’s caller ID.

“Hello,” she shook back her hair and adjusted her sweater.

“Agatha,” Rio’s even tone replied.

Agatha swallowed in the pause that Rio had created. “You got my text.”

“It’s barely snowing.”

“The Weather Channel is talking about a snowstorm of the decade,” Agatha reported with the same wonderstruck intonation as the newscaster.

“And if you leave now, you’ll have time to make the round trip.” Rio reasoned.

“And what if-”

“I know what you’re doing.” Rio’s even tone was gone and it caught Agatha off guard. “This is not what we agreed to.”

Agatha swallowed. There was nothing Rio could prove. There was a pending travel advisory and if that just so happened to mean Nicky had to stay another night or two with her, it wasn’t her fault now, was it? “I’m not doing any-”

“Yes. You. Are.”

Agatha inhaled deeply before answering.

“Fine. I’ll get him ready to go.”

“Thank you,” came Rio’s clipped response. “I’ll see you both soon.”

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[maiaxanderson]

[cisfemale, she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [MAIA ANDERSON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ALYCIA DEBNAM CAREY]. You must be the [THIRTY THREE] year old [OWNER OF SEA GLASS BOUTIQUE]. Word is you’re [AMBITIOUS] but can also be a bit [CYNICAL] and your favorite song is [MOTHER'S DAUGHTER BY MILEY CYRUS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! @aurorabayaesthetic

pinterest + spotify

tw: fertility issues, chronic pain & car accident

stats

name: maia anderson

nicknames: n/a

age: 33

occupation: owner of sea glass boutique

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

birthday: may 12th 1992

sign: taurus sun, virgo rising, libra moon

ethnicity: white

hometown: london

eye color: blue

hair color: blonde

height: 5'7”

-tattoos:*incoming*

piercings *incoming* 

```likes```-  coming soon ```dislikes```- coming soon ```headcanons```-  coming soon

Maia emerged into a bustling well-off household, surrounded by the constant whirl of activity. With five siblings darting about, the house was perpetually alive with the pitter-patter of children's feet, while her parents' penchant for hosting dinner parties added to the vibrant atmosphere. Maia's family traveled extensively around the globe, with one set of grandparents in America and the other in Australia. As a result, there were few places she hadn't visited.

After graduating from high school, she found herself running far away from her family to college in the states, to study art. Her independent spirit and strong-willed nature made it clear to those who knew her that she was destined to forge her own path, eschewing traditional studio employment. In her dreams, she saw herself wielding the tattoo machine with precision and passion, transforming blank canvases of skin into living works of art. Each design carried with it a piece of her soul, a reflection of her journey and the experiences that shaped her.

In a bold move fueled by a desire for change, Maia booked a one-way ticket to Chicago to build her business. With determination and passion, she opened her own successful tattoo studio, quickly earning a reputation for her artistry and unique style. Little did she know that this leap of faith would lead her straight into the arms of her future wife. In the bustling streets of Chicago, amidst the hustle and bustle of urban life, she found herself drawn to a kindred spirit—a woman whose warmth and kindness ignited a spark within her soul. As their connection deepened, Maia knew that she had found her home, not just in the heart of the city, but in the loving embrace of her newfound partner. Together, they embarked on a journey of love and discovery, building a life filled with laughter, joy, and endless possibilities.

Behind the veil of privacy, Maia and her wife shared a deep-seated longing to nurture a family of their own. Despite enduring multiple rounds of IVF, their hopes were dashed by disappointment. Undeterred, they turned their gaze towards adoption, viewing it as a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of uncertainty. With paperwork finalized and hearts aflutter with anticipation, they welcomed Wilder into their home. Though he arrived as a toddler, his presence filled their lives with boundless joy and newfound purpose. Each milestone, from his first steps to his infectious laughter, served as a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.

Everything took a devastating turn for Maia when a drunk driver collided with her on her way home from work. The accident left her badly injured. Doctors warned of potential permanent disability from her injuries, compounding her grief. Consumed by sorrow and grappling with depression, Maia withdrew from her wife and the world around her, finding solace only in her own solitude.

Rehabilitation became an unavoidable necessity for Maia, yet she found herself going through the motions without truly committing herself. Months passed in the hospital as she grappled with both physical and mental recovery, until finally, the day arrived when she was deemed fit to return home. While Maia's own condition may have stabilized, her marriage faltered under the weight of resentment from her wife. Despite six years together, their relationship crumbled, ultimately leading to a heartbreaking divorce. Adding to her woes, Maia's once-thriving tattoo studio disintegrated during her absence, leaving her to face the painful reality of losing both her marriage and her business.

Following her divorce, her grandmother passed away, resulting in her inheriting a cute little boutique in Aurora Bay. Despite the upheaval in her personal life, Maia's career flourished, and she achieved remarkable financial stability. However, her son Wilder did not reside with her, perhaps due to shared custody arrangements or other factors. Despite this absence, Maia embraced her newfound independence and artistic fulfillment, carving out a vibrant new chapter in her life journey.

wanted connections:

coming soon!

[leothetraveler]

Coin and Crown au

Life from Divine Death

            Lamb left the medical tent as dawn broke over the trees. Some of the cult, the early risers, were just emerging from their tents. Lamb spotted Heket among them. She always woke up early, “just to get a few minutes to myself”. She still hasn’t fully forgiven Lamb for what they put her and her family through and Lamb usually just left her to herself, but this was an exception. Taking a deep breath, Lamb approached Heket as she was walking across the grounds. Used to the Lamb keeping their distance, Heket crossed their arms and turned to face them. “…what?” Her torn throat made it hard to speak, but she still managed to get out a word or two when she wanted to. Lamb swallowed reflexively. They weren’t afraid of Heket by any means but were anxious about the discussion they were about to have. “Heket? I need to speak with you for a moment. In the temple.” Lamb tried to keep a straight, leaderly face while they waited for Heket to acknowledge the demand.

            Heket stared at them for a moment before uncrossing her arms to sign rather than speak. She preferred such when a single word does not suffice. “Can it wait? I’d like to relax before the rest awake.” She asked. Lamb shook their head. “I would rather we speak while there are few to notice or listen in. Besides, it’s important.” Heket sighed in resignation. With that, the two walked to and entered Lamb’s sacred temple. No one was allowed inside outside of sermons and rituals, so it was the one place could trust they wouldn’t be interrupted. Lamb walked to the center before turning to face Heket. While apprehensive, it was far too late to back out now. “Well,” Heket signed impatiently, “what was it you needed so badly?”

            Now alone, Lamb let the ‘stoic leader’ appearance drop, crossing her arms and lowering her head defensively. “It’s just…I had some questions. Regarding the crown and godhood…questions I can’t ask the other four for one reason or another.” Heket rolled their eyes. “Not even Shamura? They don’t mind stupid questions. And their mind has improved with the new false skull.” Lamb scrapped their hoof against the floor instinctively. A reflex of many hooved followers. They had never felt this vulnerable, not even on crusade. Heket picked up on this. “Look, if it’s that bad, just spit it out already. I’m not going to judge you for needing help. None of us understood how everything worked at first.”

            Lamb sighed, “No. It’s nothing like that. It’s more…” Lamb shook their head, trying to clear it of fear. “…I know that Kallamar has taken spouses, including the one he has now. But has he or the rest of you ever had children? Even once?” Heket’s eyes widened at the question, surprised at the direction of the conversation. She recomposed herself before answering. “That is…a very personal question, Lamb. One I feel you should be asking Kallamar, not me. Have you asked him?” Lamb shook their head. “I’d rather keep the number of people I talk to small. Regarding this, at least.” Heket was getting impatient. Her annoyance forcing a croak out of her that turned into coughs of ichor. She couldn’t croak with her throat so damaged. As she recovered, she took a step towards Lamb. Leaning in as she angrily signed, “Enough dancing around the subject. What is this about? Why do YOU need to know about-” She stopped mid-sentence, looking down as her mind pieced things together. She stood upright, her anger having vanished. “…you’re pregnant, is that it?”

            Lamb held themself tighter, seeming to shrink at the question. “I wish. Me and Leon have been trying for months. I’ve been seeing Kallamar’s wife every week to check, but…nothing. So…is it even possible? I mean,” Lamb stared at the floor, their eyes beginning to water. “I’m the new god of DEATH. How could I create life?” Lamb continued to stare down until they heard Heket snapping her fingers. She had been trying to speak, but Lamb hadn’t noticed. “Lamb…your domain has nothing to do with this.” Heket looked away from lamb for a moment, hesitating. “While we had a rule against every having children, it is possible. Kallamar had one. Once. But having him as a father made the kid self-centered, and they were killed for it. Kall released a great plague in his grief. It took Shamura’s help for him to calm down and undo the damage. We all agreed afterwards not to have children after that. Kallamar has had many spouses since but has been careful not to have another with any of them.” Lamb paused, wiping the tears from their eyes. “I see…but your sure my domain being death wouldn’t prevent it?”

            Heket shook her head. “Narinder sired kittens, though he doesn’t know. There is no reason your crown would stop you.” Lamb looked at her with shock. Narinder? A father? Anticipating their question, Heket explained, “Baal and Aym. While he does not know it, he is their father. Shamura found out shortly after he was sealed. And I only know it caused I pushed for answers when he sent the two to him. Seems he indulged a curiosity with Forneus, gave her a gold skull for her silence, and forgot about her. Only us four know the secret, and I would hope you keep it.”

            Lamb took a moment to absorb what they had been told. They had wondered who the father was but had never bothered to ask Forneus. Lamb paused to think before taking off their bell collar, holding it in one hand as the other traced the scar on their neck. “Then…perhaps it is because I died. Maybe that is why I’m barren.” Lamb looked at Heket, who was frowning. They had hoped for comfort or a counterargument, but it seems she agreed such was a possible explanation. Lamb dropped to their knees. Putting their collar back on, they looked up at the ceiling in defeat. “I don’t know what else to try at this point. I’ve been trying for so long, and even the herbs Alanma gave me haven’t seemed to work.” Lamb was about to cry, when Heket suddenly gave them a hug. Lamb was about to return it when Heket stopped and stepped back. “I can tell this means a lot to you.” Lamb could only nod in response as they held back tears. “Does the child have to be of natural birth?” Heket asked sincerely, trying to find some way to be helpful. Lamb got back on their hooves, trying to calm themselves. “No…but I was hoping for such. So was Leon. But I guess it was too much to ask for…thank you for humoring my questions, Heket. I guess we will have to find another way. That egg ritual with the mating tent should work without any problems…I hope.” Heket gave a rare smile before turning to leave, but Lamb raised a hand to stop them. “Um, Heket? One last question, if I may?” Heket folded their arms and gestured permission. “I was wondering…did you or Leshy ever take a spouse? I know Kallamar has had many and Shamura has no interest…but what about you two? If you don’t mind my asking.”

            “No. We did not. More people feared Leshy than loved him, so suitors were few and far between. Though I do not doubt that he would enjoy one, should he ever find someone that can handle his chaotic nature. And I never paid much heed to those who tried to court me. Most just sought power or favor. Besides, I was busy tending to family.” Heket looked away, but continued to sign, “though…there was one who got closer than most.” Heket looked back to see Lamb had inched closer. A smile of surprise on their face and eyes that begged for details. Knowing there was no escape, Heket relented. “They were a white bear. I don’t remember anything remarkable about them, but they were one of the most fervent outside of my high priesthood. Always insisting on helping lighten my load and leaving gift after gift at my temple. No requests for a response. Simply left at my door without a word. When I finally caught him in the act and asked what he wanted, he simply asked for a date. I…never gave a proper answer. Instead of saying yes or no, I said I would consider it…but he was killed by a jealous priest before I could decide. I had him buried with honors, while his murderer was punished for his envy. I avoided accusations of favor by claiming I was angered that I would not receive any more offerings…but I have wondered what would have been if I had just said yes…Now, if your curiosity is sated, I need to get to work.” Heket left the temple before Lamb could stop them. Lamb followed close behind, but headed off in a different direction than she did. While Heket went to the kitchen, Lamb went to them and Leon’s private tent. For the first time in weeks, Lamb was feeling hopeful.

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[stefsimz]

definitely spending more time at the hospital than she'd like to, but getting closer and closer to having her dream baby👩🏼‍🍼

[simswoon]

My babies have been struggling to get pregnant :(

[strange-doll-child]

Me when I'm in a bad mood, so now she needs to suffer because of it