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toevenexist · 5 years ago

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Awestruck

Hey Everyone, this is the next part to Squishy!

Its VERY VERY long. A combination of all the prompts and idea’s people have requested and shared with me. (If you sent a prompt, I’ve tried to include it all here).

I hope you enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts and wants, I love to her from you. I’m going to try and get a new chapter out every week before the next episode. If you want to read something, if you’re watching the show and wish they would include something; Let me Know!! XXXX

The air was crisp as they stepped from the car. The tendrils of winter had began to disperse and cool all that it touched. No leaves remained green, all brown and curled, waiting on the wind to make them dance enough to fall. Amelia peered up at the sky as they made their way to the house, eyes reflecting it back.

She didn’t notice she’d stopped walking, until she felt Link come up behind her, felt his arms wind around her, and shield her, steady her. He looked up too, trying to see what she was seeing. The sky was extra deep today, Amelia thought. She felt as if she could look past the clouds and past the blue, passed the faint stars. She felt very small there, under the sky, enclosed in strong warm arms. “Okay?” Link whispered. She only nodded, meaning it. She felt momentarily light, and completely unburdened by worries. “Come on now, in we go before we freeze” he said, holding her tighter, driving her forward.

“Mmmnn couch…” Amelia said, peeling off her jacket, and heading straight for the couch as soon as they entered Meredith's. Link took off his coat and shoes before following her. He leaned down and took off her shoes, dropping them beside her.

“Amelia? That you?” Meredith called out from the kitchen, poking her head around and then walking to them. “You’re home early?”

Amelia was lounged back on the couch, “Yeah… I was sick in the ER.”

“She passed out” Link butt in, eyebrows raised.

Meredith gasped, “What?”

“I was getting to that” Amelia said, dropping her head back.

“You passed out? Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Dehydrated?” Meredith looked to Link and he nodded as Amelia said ‘yes, probably.’

“Right well I’ll get you some juice? Or a smoothie, smoothie’s probably good for you?” Meredith spoke as she headed back to the kitchen. Amelia squinted, twisting her lips, “I don’t really…”

“No arguments!” Meredith yelled from the kitchen. Amelia sighed, smiling up at Link, who grinned down at her.

“You got told” he chuckled sitting down by her head. She rest her head in his lap and closed her eyes. He watched her, threading his fingers through her hair, smiling when she sighed contently. Her features relaxed slightly as she allowed herself to soften against Link’s touch, and her breathing gentled and evened.

Link continued to watch as she drifted off, continuing to play with her hair with one hand, gently rubbing the side of her stomach with the other.

“What do you want in your smoothie, I put banana and…” Meredith came back in then holding the blender’s jug in her hand. She stopped in her tracks when she saw that Amelia was asleep. Her posture sank and she smiled sympathetically.

“Shall I just throw some berries in there and some mango and put it in the refrigerator?”

“I’m sure she’d appreciate that” Link said, nodding, looking back down at her. Meredith smirked, observing the pair.

She frowned slightly, “She’s a little flushed, is she warm?” Meredith asked, moving to them. Link pressed the back of his hand to Amelia’s forehead and Meredith did too. Amelia stirred. “She’s warm....”

“I’m cold” Amelia stated, opening her eyes and peering up at Meredith. “What’s going on?”

“You’re warm, and flushed, I think you have a fever”

“Ughh, no, I’m fine I’m just…”

“I’m gonna get the thermometer” Meredith ignored Amelia’s protests, a frown now fixed her features.

Amelia pouted, turning onto her back, looking up at Link. He rested his hand against her stomach, and brushed her hair back from her forehead. “Am I flushed? I don’t feel warm…” Sha said, bringing her own hand up to her face, pressing its back against her cheeks, they felt hot.

“You are flushed… do you still feel unwell?”

“Yeah” she whined, raising up her knees. “I feel nauseous, but I don't feel ill ill”

Link hummed, looking up at Meredith as she came back in, holding out the thermometer.

“Here... “ Meredith held it out to Amelia. Amelia took it and placed it in her mouth, sinking back against Link’s lap. He pursed his lips, watching her, rubbing her stomach.

“Do you’all have to watch” She said, thermometer muffling her speech. Meredith rolled her eyes. Link chuckled, looking up at Meredith instead. The device beeped and Amelia took it out, observing it, groaning and flopping her head back at the sight. Link took it; “101, you have a fever.”

“You should go and get checked out?” Meredith said,

“What?” Amelia retorted, frowning, looking up at Link.

“No, maybe we should just call Carina?” Link said, shrugging, reasoning what Amelia went on to say;

“I was just checked over, they took bloods” Amelia said as she sat up, she froze, gripping the back of the sofa. She grimaced and closed her eyes, puffing out a long and steady breath.

“Amelia?” Meredith stepped forward, tilting to the side, trying to discern what was wrong. Amelia sat still, hair curtaining her face.

“I don’t feel so good” she uttered, swallowing hard, bringing a hand up to her forehead as a dull ache settled in.

“You want to lie back down?” Link asked, cupping a hand around her shoulder. Amelia felt her stomach roll uncomfortably, and she nodded.

“I’ll get some Tylenol” Meredith said, backing into the kitchen.

“I felt okay lying down” Amelia said, slowly sinking back onto her back.

“That’s okay, just lie down… what do you need?” Link said, scanning her, concern pulling at his brows.

Meredith passed her a glass of water then, and some Tylenol and Amelia sat up slightly to take them. “When was the last time you ate?” Meredith asked, folding her arms.

Amelia hummed, lying back down. “Um, this morning,” she muttered, resting her hand on top of Link where it rest on her stomach, closing her eyes.

“You should try and eat?” Link said, brushing his thumb back and forth against her small bump. Amelia nodded softly. “Um...some pasta, with some hummus on it”

“Can I put some veg in there?” Meredith asked, trying to think of ways to up the nutritional value of the food.

“Okay, bland though, cauliflower… something like that” Amelia drawled, barely moving her mouth, she rest one hand over her eyes.

“Alright…” Meredith smiled warmly to Link, “You want anything?” she asked him and he shook his head. “I’ll grab something later, thank you though.”

They faintly heard Maggie’s voice then and the musical tones of the children giggling and singing. All the sound grew louder as the front door opened and Maggie came in, Ellis in a pram, Zola and Bailey following. As soon as they moved into the house and saw Amelia lying down they quietened, and Zola and Bailey moved curiously towards her. They stopped at the side of the couch.

“Are you okay auntie Meelia?” Bailey asked sweetly, resting his hands against her shoulder. Amelia smiled, “yeah I’m okay… just having a little sickness”

“You’ve been sick lots” Zola said, nodding, worried. Link smiled tightly, watching the interaction intently, continuing to rub her stomach, hoping Amelia might find some comfort from it.

“Maybe you have a baby in your belly, like mommy did?” Zola said, looking at Link’s hand, up at Link then back to Amelia.

“You having a baby?” Bailey asked sweetly, gritting his teeth into a cautious and incredibly cute smile. Amelia looked at them, in mild shock that they’d figured it out.

She eyed Maggie and then Meredith momentarily, seeing that they were both smiling widely. “You two are so smart!” Amelia said, forcing some enthusiasm into her voice, circling an arm around the pair and pulling them into a haphazard hug. They both squealed and giggled and bounced on their feet. Meredith shushed them, “Stay calm now, Auntie Meelia is not feeling well.”

They mellowed immediately, well at least Zola did. Bailey started jumping up and down around the room and Meredith laughed, sweeping him up and into her arms. “Come on mister, lets get some food in all our bellies” Meredith said, walking him into the kitchen. Maggie just smiled, holding Ellis against her hip. She mouthed “Are you alright?” and left following a small nod from Amelia.

Zola sat down beside Amelia’s legs on the couch and rest her small hand against Amelia’s stomach. “You’re feeling sick?” Zola asked, rubbing Amelia’s stomach the way Link was. Amelia looked down at where the pairs hands were moving and then back to Zola.

“Yeah, well I was normal pregnant sick and now I have a bit of a fever”

“Oh… maybe you’re getting flu?”

“Maybe… we should get you a job in the ER” Amelia said, chuckling. Zola smiled bashfully, and giggled, looking back to Amelia’s stomach. “I’m gonna be a big cousin?” Zola said, looking up to Link, who grinned and nodded, “You are!”

Zola smiled wider and tensed up as she tried to contain her excitement. “I’m so excited, a little baby” she calmed as she thought it through, smiling wistfully back to Amelia’s belly.

“Zola, will you ask Auntie Amelia if she needs anything?” Meredith called from the kitchen, knowing that Zola likes to play helper.

“Do you need any help with things?” Zola asked, as if they hadn’t all just heard Meredith. “I could get some pillows from your bed like I get when I’m sick, and the nice fluffy blanket?” Zola asked, nodding, wide eyed, as if she was prescribing these things.

Amelia smiled and rolled her bottom lip, “I would love that Zola, thank you.” And with that Zola jumped up from the couch and bound down the hall, running up the stairs.

Amelia relaxed a little, allowing herself to fall back into the feeling of being unwell. She looked up at Link and smiled warmly, eyes lidded. “Now that was cute” He said, beaming toothily,

“I know” She said, meeting his gaze, eyes glistening. She fidgeted in her position, turning so that she could nuzzle her face into Link’s stomach, mumbling, “sleepy time.”

Link laughed, feeling warm with love at the feeling of Amelia wrapped around him. He brushed her hair from her face, taking in her profile. “When Zola gets back you’re going to have to replace me with pillows for a while, I need to shower” He said.

She groaned in response, moaning “alright” as she wound her arms around him.

Zola came back then, wearing her pyjama’s. She had a huge heap of pillows and blankets in her arms, she almost couldn’t see over the top.

“Woh Zola!” Link said, laughing, squeezing Amelia’s shoulder and helping her to sit up.

“We having a pyjama day?” Amelia asked, as Zola swapped places with Link, and stood up on the couch, arranging the pillows and then throwing the blanket in the air, spreading it out over the couch and Amelia.

”Yep” Zola said, leaping across the room, turning on the TV and then joining Amelia back on the couch.

“Alright, I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be back in a bit” Link said, locking eyes with Amelia, receiving a silent assurance that she was okay.

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When Link returned Amelia was asleep, legs over Zola’s lap. Zola sat quietly watching the TV, as she ate a bowl of ice-cream. Link leaned in the doorway, running his eyes over Amelia. “She’s eaten, fell asleep straight after, so I think it’s going to stay down” Meredith said, she sat on the adjacent couch.

“I’ll get her to bed” Link said, nodding to himself, making his way towards her.

He thought for a moment about waking her up but didn’t want to risk consciousness bringing, with it, more nausea. He pulled the blanket off of her and Zola lifted her bowl from atop Amelia’s legs.

She stirred slightly as he lifted her, she lolled her head into the crook of his neck and moaned within a soft sigh. Link held her tightly, uttering “goodnight” to Meredith and Zola as he turned into the hallway.

She stirred again as Link reached the top of the stairs, brows furrowing as she attempted to find her bearings. She hummed, slurring “Link” as she opened her eyes.

“Hey, you’re alright” Link assured her, reaching the bedroom.

She hummed again, wrapping an arm around his neck. She sighed as Link lowered her onto her bed.

She curled her arms around herself, muttering “cold,” shrugging her shoulders. Link stood beside her, looking over her, she still needed to change for bed. He decided to let her settle for a little while first, let her stomach settle, worried that too much movement might trigger more nausea.

This had been the first evening in weeks that she’d been able to keep food down. He pulled the duvet over her and lied down beside her, jogging the bed slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and side eyed him, without moving her head. She smiled tiredly, “thank you for bringing me to bed” she spoke softly.

“That’s alright”

“I need to get out of my clothes”

“You do”

Amelia sighed, and closed her eyes, breathing in deep.

“How are you feeling now?”

“I feel ill... my head hurts” Amelia said, covering her face with her hands, rubbing it vigorously, groaning. She pushed down the duvet, feeling suddenly too hot, before throwing her arm over her face. She felt Link caress her stomach, pushing up her shirt, his splayed hand covering, and comforting her.

A smile pulled at her lips, face still hidden. She peaked out from behind her arm and eyed him; his eyes were wandering around her figure, mouth slightly agape. Amelia smiled wider, “Link?”

He almost shuddered at the disruption, and then grinned, meeting her gaze before looking back to her stomach. “I keep trying to wrap my mind around it… that there’s a tiny human, half you and half me… in there” he shook his head, smiling toothily as he pointed at her stomach. “And they’re growing, like… actually visibly growing” he shook his head again, in disbelief. “It’s amazing…. I… it’s just really…” He shook his head then, looking back to Amelia’s face, his smile becoming bashful.

Amelia relaxed, tension leaving her body as she allowed for his awe, and love, to warm her. She pulled a pillow more firmly under her head and looked down at herself, where his hand curled around her stomach.

She tilted her head into his shoulder, wrapping her far arm over her torso, resting it against Link chest, gently clawing at the fabric of his shirt.

He was lying on his side, facing her, tight against her. He looked back to her eyes, and pursed his lips, smiling softly. He leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. She hummed, closing her eyes.

“Right you. Come on..let’s get ready for bed” He said, lips moving, ghosting against her skin, tickling her. She smiled, and nodded, sighing, “Alright.”

She reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, pausing, gathering her energy before lifting her hips and pushing them down. Link sat up and pulled them over her ankles and off her feet. She sat up too, hair askew, mouth pouting, as she pulled her shirt off. “I need to pee” she said, sighing, eyes closed, her head was thumping, protesting her sitting up.

“Here…” He held open the neck of one of her vest’s, and she ducked her head through it, threading her arms through. She lowered it herself, over her stomach, peering down at it. Her stomach grew rounder by the day, and was especially bigger in the evenings. It shocked her every time she allowed herself to really look at it, to really think about it.

“And some pants…” Link knelt in front of her, holding the waistband of her sweats open. This had been their routine for the past four or so days. Evenings seemed to be the worst time for Amelia’s nausea and they’d found the less she moved, the less she puked.

He reached for her hands once her pants were almost up and she stood slowly, palms against Link’s back for support as he bent over to pull them all the way up.

“Right, you good?” Link asked, standing up now, in front of her, hands against her sides.

“Yup, I think so” she said, swallowing and clenching her teeth, closing her eyes as pain spiked and radiated down her neck and across her forehead. She mused at how it felt like a migraine. She gripped and squeezed Links forearms, taking in a steady, deep breath, before letting go and making for the door.

Walking slowly down the hall, she rubbed her stomach in an effort to soothe the dull ache there. “Hey” Maggie exited the bathroom, she put her hands on her hips, looking down at Amelia’s stomach; “Bumps coming along” she said, moving aside from the bathroom door.

Amelia chuckled, still holding her stomach, turning back to Maggie from inside the bathroom, leaning against the frame as she spoke; “I know.”

“I’m off to bed, you need anything before I go?” she said, observing Amelia’s pale complexion.

Amelia smiled, and shook her head, looking down, “Thank you, I’m alright.”

“Alright then, well… Come here” Maggie stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug.

Amelia smiled, brows furrowing. “What’s this about?”

“Nothing, I just… I feel protective of you, I just want to give you a hug”

Amelia pursed her lips, and chuckled “okay” hugging her back. The hug lasted long enough for the pair to relax into it.

“Okay…” she pulled back, and met Amelia’s gaze, “Goodnight” she said, brushing her hands up and down Amelia’s forearms briefly before leaving.

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Link slowly roused from sleep, his bearings returning to him slowly. The room was dark, he frowned, reaching out for Amelia. He found she was sitting up, and his stomach dropped when her heard her gasp.

He shot up. “Amelia…” the clock read 3.50. He searched for her hands and found them wrapped around her stomach. “Amelia, talk to me”

“My stomach hurts, it…” she huffed and curled forward wincing. Link shifted down the bed and pressed the back of his hand to her cheeks and to her forehead. She was burning up, he felt his throat constrict and he cleared it. “Amelia… we need to get to the hospital okay? Find out what’s going on.”

Amelia wept, grimacing, heavy pain settling in her lower back, sharp spikes radiating around her stomach and hips. “It hurts Link…”

“Come on, it’s okay… you’re okay” He stood up, speeding around to her side. “Alright babe, can you walk? Can you stand?”

Amelia hiccuped, slowly shifting her feet off of the bed, clammy hands reaching for Link. As she stood, she released a pained groan, bending at the waist, resting her head against Link’s chest. “Oh Amelia” Link felt tears burning in his eyes. “Can you walk?”

“Yeah”

“I can lift you”

“No… I can walk” she said, taking Link’s hand, holding it tightly, her other held her stomach. They made it halfway along the hallway before she stopped, stooping over her stomach, crying out. Link just stood helplessly, beside her, holding her steady. “Breathe, just breathe, you’re alright, you’re okay” he uttered. Amelia wept, shaking her head.

“What if…. What if I’m…”

“No Amelia, don’t go there, just take it as it comes alright… breathe” He rubbed her back firmly. She slowly stood up again, leaning into him.

“Guy’s? Amelia? What’s going on?” Maggie had been awoken, now peering out from her dark room. She caught sight of Amelia and sped towards her. “What’s wrong? Is it the baby?”

“She’s burning up, and has stomach pain”

“And my back” Amelia added, continuing along the hall.

“Maybe it’s Appendicitis?”

“We’re going to the hospital”

“I’ll come with you guys, I’ll drive”

“No Maggie, you go ba…” Amelia stopped again, just by the stairs, gasping, eyes watering. She groaned softly, feeling pain spider-walk out from her hips and spread around her bump. She struggled to catch her breath and gasped.

“I insist” Maggie said, arms folded tightly as she watched Amelia, eyes wide and worried.

“Thank you Maggie” Link said, guiding Amelia back up to standing.

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Link insisted Amelia sit in a wheelchair from the car, and Amelia put up no protest, sitting down and pulling her jacket tighter around herself. She may have had a fever, but she didn’t feel it. Things were quiet as they arrived into the ER; four in the morning on a Wednesday. Teddy Altman saw them first and her eyes widened at the sight. She sped over, looking over Amelia. “Hey? What’s going on?”

“We called ahead, someone from OB should be waiting?” Maggie said, pacing ahead of them, she scanned the ER. Teddy just nodded, shocked to see Amelia like that, and to find out she was pregnant. Amelia had been successfully hiding her bump with scrubs and baggy clothes. Now, in a vest top and with her jacket not reaching all the way around her, her condition was obvious.

“This way, we’ll get you into a side room” Teddy said, walking them to a room.

“Alright Amelia, let’s get you on the bed” Link said, crouching slightly in front of her. Amelia nodded, breathing through pursed lips as she took his hands. Link lifted his eyes to Teddy, and nodded towards Amelia, asking for help. Teddy jumped forward, moving the wheelchair away as soon as Amelia was off it, placing her hands on Amelia’s waist, steadying her as she moved to the bed.

“Tell me what’s going on?” Teddy said, as Amelia sat down again. Amelia took in a sharp breath and held it.

“I’m at 12 weeks…” she stopped, closing her eyes, as she held back tears. Link frowned, gritting his teeth, he placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed, working his hand up the back of her neck, into her hair.

“I’ve been having ordinary sickness. And passed out yesterday, I had my bloods…” She stopped again, closing her eyes momentarily, swallowing back a bout of nausea.

“Bloods were normal… she was just dehydrated. We went home, and Meredith noticed she was flushed. We took her temp and it was…”

“101” Amelia input.

“101, she’s eaten, and not been sick again”

“I woke up around 3ish… with pain in my stomach, my hips, and my back …” She brought a hand to her head and continued “and my head is thumping.”

“Alright, have you taken temperature recently?”

The pair both shook their heads, and Teddy nodded. “You’re still nauseous?” Teddy asked and Amelia nodded.

“Alright, I’ll have the nurse come and take your temperature again, and the rest of your vitals. I think we should get a urine sample too, rule out a water infection” she said, nodding, eyes down to the chart. “I’ve noted everything down, so we’ll just pass the file to the OB when they get here, so you don’t need to go through it all again” Teddy said, smiling warmly, placing the file under her arm. She ran her eyes over Amelia and then around the room. “I’ll grab you some things so you’ll be a little more comfortable in here” She said, as she made her way to the door. Link smiled tiredly, and nodded his thank you.

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Teddy came in with a couple of pillows and a blanket a short while later, just as a nurse was taking some bloods. The OB arrived about thirty minutes later, having been hurried along by Maggie.

“Hi Amelia, I’m so sorry for the wait, but we’ve had time to get results from your tests. I’m got some idea of what’s going on, but I want to get a sonogram to confirm and check we’re not missing anything”

“Well can you tell us what you think it is?” Link asked, throwing his hands up, shaking his head, not liking the idea of spending more time in the dark as to what was wrong with Amelia.

The Ob pursed her lips, glancing at the pair, considering it. “Okay... Well your bloods came back and your WBC was slightly high, suggesting you have an infection. You’re urine sample showed that you have a water infection, which explains that. Now if it wasn’t for the pain you’re in, I’d say ‘UTI’ and I’d send you home with antibiotics. But I suspect that you may have pyelonephritis, which is what I’d like to confirm, as well as checking in on the little one”

Amelia inhaled deeply upon hearing the possible diagnosis, nodding. “This will be your first scan?” The OB asked, looking down at the file again, and back to them. Link answered “Yes” and took Amelia’s hand gently squeezing it.

“Alright, well, we’ll get you up to OB and get a detailed scan done. If I’m correct about the kidney infection we’ll need to keep you in and administer IV antibiotics overnight and throughout the day okay?” Amelia nodded, eyes lidded, exhaustion from pain, and sleeplessness was threatening to drag her to sleep.

The OB smiled sympathetically. “We’ll just take this gurney up, I can see you’re exhausted” She said, indicating the bed Amelia was lying on, lifting up the bedrail on one side. Link did the same on the other. Amelia released a soft sigh of relief, and closed her eyes, feeling herself drifting.

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“Amelia…” she heard Link’s voice and clung to it, to pull herself from sleep. She opened her eyes and found herself in a dimly lit room. “We need to get you ready for the scan” Link said, nodding.

“Need my pants off?” she slurred, knowing they might want to do an internal scan as part of it. He pursed his lips, watching as Amelia attempted to lift her hips, whilst simultaneously pushing down her pants. She only managed a bit and he stopped her, draping a sheet over her before helping with the rest. She pulled up her shirt and threw her arms above her head, wincing as she recognised the pain she was in.

Her eyes were closed again, she felt Links warm hand against her clammy forehead, soothing her hair back, and she sighed. She felt his lips against her temple and the sensation had her relaxing further, almost falling back to sleep.

The OB came back into the room then, talking calmly, aware that Amelia was in and out of sleep. “Okay Amelia, I’m going to start the scan now…” She said, tapping some keys on the sonogram machine and then squeezing some gel onto Amelia’s stomach. Amelia forced her eyes open, screwing them shut and then opening them again, as she tried to shake her exhaustion.

Link ran his hand up and down her arm, squeezing it intermittently. The OB began the scan, placing the probe against her stomach. Amelia looked to Link and found him to be ghostly white. She moved one hand from above her head, reaching out so he could hold her hand in his lap. She smiled softly, and he sighed, relaxing at he sight of her, realising how deeply he’d fallen into his worries.

“Okay, you’ve definitely got a kidney infection… so that’s that… I’ll check everything else now, and then I’ll get a few more angles of your kidney” The Ob said, not taking her eyes from the screen. Amelia nodded, looking up to the ceiling, resisting the urge to close her eyes.

There was an unbearably long stretch of silence then, keys being tapped, probe moving from one side of Amelia’s stomach to the other and then back. The OB adjusted the screen. The longer the silence, the stronger the sinking feeling Amelia felt within herself. Nausea bubbled at the back of her throat.

“Is…” Link had enough, “If everything okay?”

The OB nodded, “Yes… I’m just…” her eyes remained glued to the screen.

Amelia turned her head, trying to see, but she couldn’t see it. She looked at the OB’s face instead, watching her eyes focus in on the screen, flitting around. The OB finally met Amelia’s gaze and smiled.

“I’m just making sure, that what I’m seeing is correct… and it is…” She turned the screen and then moved the probe. “You are pregnant with twins.”

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The sun was coming up, yellow light crawled in slowly and rest stretched across the pillow beside Amelia. She was curled up on her side, blankets strewn around her, wires and tubes channeling threw the folds of the fabric.

Link sat awake at the end of her bed, deep in thought, eyes sweeping over Amelia’s form, settling on her face, on her hands, on her stomach, sweeping and settling, and sweeping and settling. A nurse entered the room and smiled kindly. She carried another container of antibiotics. Link looked up to the one still attached to Amelia and saw that it had finished, wondering how he’d not noticed.

“You should get some sleep, she’s okay” the nurse assured him quietly. Link nodded sharply. “I know, I know she is… I just… I don’t feel like sleeping just now,” he said, looking back to Amelia.

“I can get you a coffee then?” She offered, pursing her lips, shrugging. Link chuckled softly, through his nose, “I’d appreciate that, thank you.”

She smiled, leaving him alone again. Amelia had been asleep peacefully for a good few hours, exhaustion overriding the pain.

The doctor had assured him that the pain would likely subside by the time she awoke, after the antibiotics and anti inflammatory’s had worked their magic.

She was to stay for a few days, and then rest at home. Link had already made a mental list of all the things he needed to do and sort as soon as the day shift began; Inform the chief of her absence and prognosis, and of his leave, he’d decided to take a week off, or more, he’d start with a week.

He was lost in his thoughts when Amelia roused from sleep. She frowned, not opening her eyes. She lay still, mentally scanning her body, her pain had diminished hugely, to her relief. She could feel a cannula in the back of her left hand. And she could feel thick elastic bands around her stomach, holding two fetal monitors against her. She took in a deep, sharp breath, drying to dilute the overwhelming thought of twins. Two babies.

She felt movement at the end of the bed and she opened her eyes slowly, looking down.

“Hi” her voice came out raspy and quieter than she’d expected. Link smiled, moving his hand to her ankle.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked her. She took in his appearance and could tell he’d not slept.

“The pain’s not so bad. And my nausea has gone” she said, failing to suppress a yawn. “Did you sleep?”

“I’m okay, I’m not tired”

“Link you should sleep” she said, rolling her shoulder and arching her back.

“I slept for a good six hours last night, plus your nurse is getting me a coffee” he said, smirking, pointing his index finger up, towards the door.

Amelia shifted onto her back, and slid her hands over her stomach, over the bands and the monitors. “Is this what’s been keeping you awake?” She asked, resting her hands against the underside of her abdomen. She took in a deep breath and met Link gaze.

“Yes. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve just been watching you sleep” he chuckled, shrugging. Amelia frowned and smiled, “just watching you and trying to wrap my head around it. I think it’s going to take a while”

“Yeah I agree” Amelia said, looking down at herself.

“I’m happy though… Amazed actually…” he shifted and half stood, moving up the bed to sit closer to her, taking her hand. “I’m in constant awe” he said, shaking his head, looking down at her stomach, at the monitors, then back to her blue blue eyes. “We’re going to be fine, I truly believe we have this” he grinned toothily, “it’s in the bag”.

Amelia laughed, appreciating his successful attempt at dispersing the heaviness that had started to weigh on her. “But seriously, I’m awestruck.”

Amelia smirked, “Awestruck?”

“I’ll let you know when I find a more fitting word” he said, leaning forward, kissing her once and then again. She wound her arms round him and pulled him closer, coaxing him into bed with her. He was careful to avoid and arrange the wires and tubes as he settled beside her. He opened his arms and received her into them, winding them around her. She closed her eyes, curling into his embrace, taking in his smell, feeling herself drifting into sleep again.

Link held Amelia’s tightly, savouring in the feeling of having her so solidly in his arms, he found himself thinking ‘god I love her’ to himself, squeezing his eyes shut, smiling.

Sleep took them both within minutes.

Thanks for Reading x I hope it hit the spot for you x let me know what you want to read next x

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featherypromises · 5 years ago

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Genius Interrupted

*Request fulfillment for @rosieknows who wanted to see Tae or Jimin not being weatherproof. XD Thanks for your patience dearie! Taehyung is impulsive but Yoongi and Namjoon are there to help him see who is really in his corner. Featuring Sickie Tae and caring Yoongi & Namjoon. WARNING: Most of you know this, but I am warning newbie ARMY: Min Suga has a mouth and he likes his 4 letter words in this one. this has been a PSA.*

Min Yoongi rubbed the spots that danced across his sight away with his hands and stretched in the high-backed office chair in Genius Lab. He blinked at the clock: 10:13pm. It wasn’t “late” late. At least not according to the usual schedule of Min PD, but most people seemed to consider this time of day “late”.

Almost everyone else had already left BigHit entertainment’s new office building, except, maybe, or a few diehards like himself and possibly Namjoon-ah, who had his studio, Rkive, just down the hall.Yoongi couldn’t be sure that RM was still in the building, of course, but given how lyric-crazed the younger rapper had been for the last few days, it was a safe bet that he would be here. Typically, they were the last ones out of the building, besides the security personnel.

So when he heard a sudden hard knock on his door a little while later, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Who the hell?!?” Yoongi muttered, before getting up and going over to the door.

When the door opened onto Kim Taehyung, who was soaked all the way down to the skin with rainwater, Yoongi’s mouth fell open. The younger man was clad in only a t-shirt and blue jeans, both of which were completely drenched and clinging to his body. The vocalist’s lips were purplish and his slight frame shook with cold.

“What the Fuck?!?” Yoongi swore, dragging Taehyung inside his studio, “Why are you soaked?!?”

Taehyung shivered and sniffled, but gave no spoken answer; his chin jutting out mulishly. The rapper watched the younger man stare at his shoes for a long moment before releasing an annoyed grunt and forcing Tae to sit down on the studio’s couch. That made the dripping singer protest:

“D'no! Hyug! I’ll gedt your couch wedt!”

Min Suga winced at the thick congestion that corrupted Taehyung’s mellow, deep voice.

“Fuck the couch!” said the older man, who was amazed at the vocalist’s priorities. The next question, Yoongi tried to ask in a much more gentle tone, as he crouched in front of the slightly taller man; looking up into his pale face:

“What happened, Taehyungie?”

The singer hesitated,

“I was mad. I didn’t know where else to go, so I came here.” When the older man made a beckoning gesture, he continued, “I had a fidght with Seokjin-hyung…” Min Yoongi sighed, as he saw two big tears roll down Tae’s face. The younger man was still shivering and had goosebumps all up and down his arms. The rapper quickly shrugged off his sweatshirt and told the younger man to pull off his t-shirt.

“You’ll just get colder in here like that, the vents blow cold air all year round.”

Tae, still crying softly, obeyed, removing the dripping shirt and pulled the sweatshirt over his head. Meanwhile, the older man hunted the room until he found a spare air of basketball shorts and a clean towel from his gym bag.

“Get out of those wet things and dry your hair. Was that you I heard in the bathroom in the dorm this morning, sneezing and sniffling?”

Taehyung blushed a bit and nodded, sniffling softly,

“Yeah, I… I thig…(sniffle) I th-thig I mbight buh… be… Heh-GHESSHUH!” The vocalist sneezed harshly, not covering but bending in two at the waist. But it wasn’t a normal Tae-earthquake style sneeze but something that sounded much more breathy and exhausted. The younger man sniffled again and rubbed his nose,

“I thig I’mb gedding sigk.” Taehyung almost sounded surprised which made Yoongi lose it completely…

He couldn’t help it, It was so obvious, he burst out laughing,

“Oh god,... you think?!? You know what I think? I think you were sick this morning and you thought a walk in a rainstorm would be the best possible idea, given the circumstances…”

Taehyung listened attentively, and actually raised his hand like a child in school, when the rapper paused staring at him, Tae said, “Thunderstormb.”

Yoongi was completely stymied. Taehyung pointed through the wall that was towards the main building’s entrance.

“It’s a thuderstormb dnow, not a rainstormb, hyug…” Yoongi had to almost swallow his fist to fight back the laughter. The urge to laugh disappeared as the younger man sneezed openly again, twisting over one shoulder,

“EH-GHHHSSSHUH! ETSHHUH!” Those sounded like they were almost painful. Once Tae had changed into the shorts, Yoongi hung the wet things up to dry over his chair. He took charge of the towel, and began to dry the vocalist’s hair. It dried slowly; the rapper envied Taehyung his hair, which had not been bleached halfway to oblivion like his had been.

Once the singer was dry, he wasn’t shivering as much, Yoongi pulled the throw blanket down from the back of the couch and wrapped Tae in it.

"Keep warm…" the rapper admonished, "You don't want this cold getting complicated." His voice was gruff, but his touch was gentle, as he felt Taehyung's forehead. He felt a little warm, but not dangerously so.

Yoongi kept a small coffee maker in the studio and Taehyung seemed like he would benefit from something hot to drink. The rapper grabbed a clean mug and was about to press the button, when he remembered something. Taehyung had never gotten used to coffee, he preferred tea. The trouble was that the older man was practically a champion coffee consumer: tea was barely in his vocabulary, let alone in his studio.

He puzzled over the problem for a moment, then he shrugged and pulled out his phone. he hit the 2nd speed dial option. It rang twice before a deep voice responded,

“Yoongi-Hyung! What’s up?”

“Namjoon-ah, are you in Rkive?” asked Yoongi without preamble.

There was a pause,

“...Yes…?”

“Do you have tea?”

Stunned silence filled the next few seconds, then Rapmon, clearly confused, echoed back, “Tea?...”

“Yeah, tea!...” reiterated Min Yoongi, getting a little annoyed.

“Who died?” RM said, only half-kidding.

“Look, do you have the damn tea or not?”

“”I have some, yeah…” Said Namjoon, startled into answering seriously by the other rapper’s abruptness.

The older man rolled his eyes, “Bring some down the hall.” <click.>

Muttering about dongsaengs with a deathwish, he opened the studio door, letting the leader of BTS into his sanctum. Kim Namjoon stared at his hyung as he stood in the doorway, with his head slightly tilted in curiosity. Just then, Taehyung coughed. Rapmon jumped about a foot in the air and swore. When he realized that it was Taehyung he relaxed for a moment before getting a closer look at the unwell vocalist. When he saw the state that the younger man was in, he understood the need for tea. Not taking his eyes off of Taehyung, he handed the tea bag over to his hyug and went to sit next to Tae.

Taehyung looked up at Namjoon, in physical and emotional misery, “Hyug, I yelled at Seokjin-hyug. I was so cruel to himb. He told me thad I was just beig selfish and expectig too mbuch by wantig mby dnew sogg to be idncluded odn the albumb. I got really hut adnd said that least i was puttig forth effort. I was so mbad at himb, but dnow… I-I just… Hh’HhESHooo! Esssh” The younger man interrupted himself with two harsh sneezes that made him double over with the effort.

Yoongi nodded, understanding, as he turned to make the tea. The young vocalist took a great deal of pride in his solos, in much this same way Suga did with his songs for BTS and the new ones he was producing as Min PD. Taehyung was very loving and sweet towards the other members usually, but poking fun at his pride or telling him that he couldn’t do something the way he was certain it must be done was the lit fuse to Taehyung’s temper. He worked hard and put forth a lot of effort, (They all did) but occasionally Tae would want immediate gratification, expecting a full harvest at his disposal after he had just finished planting the seeds. Namjoon was rubbing the sniffling singer’s back as Tae spoke, trying to relax him a little bit.

Wiping away tears, Taehyung sighed, shuddering slightly,

“Ughh… it’s hard to thig right dnow. Mby head hurts…”

Min Yoongi brought the tea over and sat on the other side of Taehyung. Sandwiched between the two rappers, the younger man seemed smaller and more fragile. Tae sipped the tea and leaned his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Namjoon, after a span of several minutes, said:

“I’ll bet that Seokjin-hyung isn’t even mad at you about this anymore…” He looked Tae over once more and continued, “Did you tell anyone at the dorm where you were going?”

The vocalist shook his head glumly,

“D’no,... I forgod mby phodne too…” Taehyung cleared his throat, wincing.

The oldest rapper sighed, Seokjin was probably losing his mind with worrying about where Tae had gone with no security personnel, no phone, and no jacket in this weather. Yoongi glanced at Namjoon, who asked Taehyung,

“Do you want to call him? You can use my phone.”

When the singer took the phone, he hesitated. The older rapper, realizing that Taehyung was nervous about speaking with the eldest member, suggested,

“Joon-ah, why not put it on speaker phone, so we can all talk together.” Taehyung gave a watery smile, but held up one finger and sneezed uncovered into his own lap,

“H’DSSSHUH! Okay, we call call now.”

Min Yoongi rolled his eyes again. Taehyung didn’t even notice that his nose was running. He was still a kid, no matter how big he got. Grabbing tissues out of the box on his computer desk, the older man passed them to Tae, who blushed and cleaned himself up.

They let Taehyung blow his nose and cough a few times before placing this phone on the table between them and dialing. Jin picked up after 3 rings and immediately said, “Joonie, I’ll have to call you back. Tae left the dorm and it’s all my fault… but I’ll explain later…”

“Jin-hyung…” Tae said softly, his eyes overflowing with tears of relief and regret.

“TAEHYUNGIE???” Seokjin shouted, making the phone’s speaker crackle. His voice sounded strained and shocked, “Where are you in all this rain? Hyung will come and get you! Don’t worry, I’m not angry, Tae-tae! But what on earth were you thinking, you can’t just leave like that! making me worry isn’t okay! Your hyung is tired and old now!!!”

Taehyung had to let out a chuckle that was half a sob at the same time. Whenever Seokjin got riled up, he would start talking and get progressively faster and louder as he went. The others had not yet figured out how he managed not to pass out from the lack of oxygen. Namjoon and Yoongi suppressed laughs of their own, as Seokjin continued to rant.

Finally, Namjoon spoke up, cutting Seokjin off,

“Hyung, Tae is with us. He’s okay… Well, he probably has a cold, but other than that, he’s fine.”

As Seokjin began on a scorching lecture about forgetting jackets and umbrellas and caring about Taehyung’s voice, because as he put it, “I work hard enough without trying to sing V’s parts too!”, Yoongi interrupted,

“Yes, Hyung! You can come get him now. he is at Genius Lab with Namjoon and me. I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about.”

Within minutes of ending the call, Seokjin arrived to get “His Taehyungie” as he called him. The two singers, who had been fighting only hours ago, embraced and apologized to each other. The two rappers looked on with knowing smiles. Getting the members to love each other even more as worth having their genius interrupted.

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years ago

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The Coffee Prince Pt. 9

(T’Challa x Reader)

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4* *Part 5* *Part 6* *Part 7* *Part 8*

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Okoye looks at you with heightened concern. Looking from your belly to your strained expression she continues to walk you away. “(Y/N), please, sit down and calm yourself. We cannot risk you miscarrying at this moment. Breathe!”

You stop in your tracks, staring at her with a deadly expression. “Then take me to him now. I won’t interfere and I’m not glass, I’ll be fine. I just need to see his face.”

Okoye locks her jaw looking around a moment to think, switching her spear from one hand to the next. “You are brave to talk to me like this.”

You swallow hard but remain steadfast. “I don’t meant to, I just want to know he is alright...ugh…” You bend over clutching one side of your stomach.

Okoye tuts at you, helping you to standing position. “Ok, ok. You get five minutes; less if things are...out of hand.” Okoye holds you up slightly as you both walk towards Shuri’s lab facility.

Voices are raised as the elevator opens to the floor T’Challa is on. They’re distant so you and Okoye follow them as they become louder. Passing one examination area, you see Erik lying peacefully on bed with an oxygen mask on his face. He didn’t even look like he was hurt, just taking a nap from the looks of things. Two Dora Milaje stand outside his area on guard. Okoye whispers something that didn’t sound nice in tone in her native language as she rolled her eyes at him and carried you on.

The journey to where T’Challa laid is a strenuous one as your stomach contracts relentlessly.

“We are almost there…” Okoye whispers, nodding at you in encouragement. You were starting to regret your stubbornness to see T’Challa immediately during this unknown fit of pain until you finally see him.

Shuri and a couple of others were working overseeing him, laying bandages across parts of his body, checking his vitals around his bed. The woman in green is beside her too, questioning the numbers on the board. Shuri instructs one of her assistants when you catch her peripheral vision. She clenches her jaw as she says a few more words to the others before coming out.

“Okoye, what is she doing here?” Shuri says strongly.

“I can speak for...myself Shuri. How...is he?” You gasp between the twists happening in your guts.

Shuri looks you over, laying a hand on your shoulder. “You do not look well. What is happening? Are you in pain?”

You try to wave off her concern, pushing past her. “I don’t care about that right now, I want to see him!”

Shuri blocks the way to T’Challa. “I need to get you in a room and examine your pregnancy. You are obviously experiencing trauma to the point of a possible miscarriage.”

Okoye steps between you two. “Princess, I suggest allowing her to speak her peace with the King at once. Delaying her request only makes the situation worse, she is so very determined to do this. Forcing her otherwise could make things worse, in fact.”

Then, the woman in green appears from behind Shuri. “Hello, I know we have not met but I am Nakia, a friend of T’Challa’s. I am so sorry you have had to go through this today, but I assure you everything is fine now. Shuri, are you letting her see him?”

Shuri puts her hands on her hips defiantly. “You only get-”

“Five minutes, yeah yeah. I’d have seen him by now at this rate.” You say sarcastically. Nakia smiles at you before walking down the hall. Her walk is elegant, voice like butter on bread, just smooth and flavorful. You hold it in your mind to ask about her when things calm down.

As you approach T’Challa the assistants notice your presences, stepping back to give you access to him. You feel yourself calm as you lean on the bed, looking over him. One eye is swollen, lip cracked from a hit. A bandage covers one area of his chest; the cause of the wound you’d rather not know.

As he lies down with his eyes closed, you don’t even notice the subsiding of your pain, getting caught up in the image of your love lying there helplessly.

“He should be fine, I assure you. Luckily with the Heart Shaped Herb, he has a fast, regenerative healing ability. We are just helping the process along.” Shuri says from a distance.

You nod mindlessly, only wanting to watch him rest, wanting so badly for him to awaken.

“Ohh, T’Challa. What have you gotten yourself into?” You whisper to him. Your hand travels to his face, lightly caressing his widow’s peak as you love to do. Your throat starts to feel tight as your eyes burn with tears. This is why he didn’t want to tell you. If this was the kind of life he was living, you would be feeling this way for who knows how often. You rest your head on the pillow space not occupied by him as tears ran across the bridge of your nose.

“Ahh, umhle…” he croaks.

Your head pops up at the exact moment he speaks. “T’Challa? You’re awake?”

His face looks strained as he stirs a little. “Maybe a little too soon…”

Shuri rushes in to look over his vitals. “Good to have you with us, brother. You’ve given us quite a shock with your condition. Worse than usual.”

T’Challa groans. “I must be ok if you have time for jokes.” T’Challa peers over at you, stretching his bruised hand out. “(Y/N), what happened to you? You have a mark on your head.”

You reach up, forgetting about the remnants of the crash you still display. “Oh, right. Don’t worry about it, I just got a little banged up during the whole thing at the club.”

T’Challa tries to sit up.

“Lay yourself back down! You are not properly healed yet, and I really need you to talk less. (Y/N), two more minutes.” Shuri reminds you.

“Enough! You get so bossy when I’m away.” T’Challa tells her. “I’m so sorry you got in the midst of all of this, my love. It shouldn’t be this way.”

You shake your head, holding his hand tightly, playing with his ring. “You couldn’t help what that asshole was planning. You did all you were supposed to, and with Shuri and Ayo’s help, I am alive. This scar is nothing for what could’ve been.”

T’Challa nods, blinking slowly. “That is good to here. But what about…” His voice trails off as his eyes linger on your midsection. You look down, taking his hand to spread it across your stomach. All you could do is nod for the amount of emotion stirring underneath the surface of your calm demeanor. T’Challa’s head falls back on his pillow as he closes his eyes.

“Thank Bast. I prayed I wouldn’t awake to a loss.”

You swallow, keeping your voice as level as possible as you spoke. “I was not sure about this before, ChaCha, I really wasn’t. With all that has happened, I felt even less like I wanted to bring a child into this world if it meant its father was doing this stuff. But, seeing you just now and thinking over all the good I have experienced with you and your family supporting me…” Your voice cracks as your vision blurs. T’Challa caresses your face, running his thumb over your edges comforting you.

You lean over to kiss him softly. While chapped and cracked, it was still electrifying for you as ever.

When you part, T’Challa says, “You continue to lift my spirits whenever I am with you, a feat I will never ignore.” Suddenly he goes into a coughing fit.

Shuri lays a hand on your shoulder. “Guys, let’s go ahead and take a break so we don’t get worked up again. (Y/N), I’ll let you know when T’Challa is ready for another visit, but it’s time for him to rest now.”

T’Challa takes your hand, kissing it. It takes everything within you to walk away from him, but you took solace in the fact that he is getting well.

Heading back to the elevators with Okoye, a man with scars on his face in a blue patterned blanket stands outside the area Erik is laying.

Okoye slows her pace calling out to him. She and the man talk back and forth rapidly, voices sharp and strained at certain parts of the conversation, but no way could you decipher.

Okoye looks back at you. “Apologies this is my significant other W’Kabi, emphasis on the ‘other’ at the moment.”

W’Kabi side eyes Okoye. “Do not make my first impression an ill one, love. I hear you are the apple of our King’s eye at the moment, eh?”

Okoye answers for you. “She is not a moment, do not be rude. And don’t even think about hounding T’Challa about Klaue, he is not our concern anymore.”

W’Kabi perks up. “T’Challa killed him?”

Okoye sighs. “He died during the fight.”

W’Kabi squints at Okoye. “T’Challa didn’t kill him? Why? Who did? How?”

You were over W’Kabi’s attitude and decide to take control of the situation. “Ughh, ohh, I don’t feel well…” You clutch your stomach, heaving.

Okoye holds you, walking around W’Kabi to the elevator. “I have other obligations W’Kabi, let us be for now. Keep watch over your men at the border.”

Finally you and Okoye make it into the elevator to travel to the intended destination.

“Thank you for breaking that up. I know you weren’t actually unwell. I appreciate that.” Okoye says, maintaining her gaze straight ahead.

You nod, relaxing. “Sooo...what is his deal?” You ask.

Okoye’s shoulders drop as her eyes look around for an answer. “His history with the man that worked with the outsider that is here is extensive. Klaue was the cause of many deaths here in one day, including his parents. He has wanted revenge for as long as I can remember and T’Challa promised that.”

“Sounds like something he would do. Are they friends?”

Okoye nods, smiling slightly. “Since they were boys, pranking each other and messing around with the rhinos. W’Kabi holds him to high esteem.”

You tuck your lips, feeling silly as you ask your next question. “And what about you guys? How long have you been together and shiiiit?”

Okoye turns to you wide eyed. “Excuse me? Your language needs to be clean around me, understand?”

You shrink within yourself. “Sorry.”

Okoye shakes her head straightening up again. “But to answer, we have known each other since I started training to be a Dora, so 15 years? A couple for six.”

“Woooow, that’s good. The best one start as friends, I always hear. And I like you seem to wear the pants and all.”

Okoye’s mouth opens and closes a couple times before continuing. “We balance each other out, (Y/N). So, even though I could kill a man an infinite amount of ways before he could blink, W’Kabi has as much say as I do in what matters to one another personally. He is not weak, and I am not expected to remain strong at all times...which can be nice…”

The elevators open to a floor with low lighting. It appeared more lowkey compared to the bright and bustling vibe of Shuri’s lab. Okoye goes up to a door typing in a code to unlock them. As they roll open, you are lead into a living space.

“This is where you will be staying.” Okoye announces as you continue to look around.

You were impressed by the space; tall ceilings, large windows covered by heavy curtains. You could see parallels between the style of T’Challa’s condo and this room.

“Thank you, Okoye. I really do love it!” You walk over to sit on the couch, lounging back on it.

“Well, like it or not, this is it. I will come by in the morning with word on T’Challa’s condition. You focus on resting yourself, it’s been a long day, eh?”

“You can say that again.” You say as Okoye dismisses herself from the residence. You basked in the comforts of a soft surface to lay on, looking at the sunset through the cracks in the curtain parts. The exhaustion from the last two days catches up to you as you lay there, feeling pressure on your eyes as you fight to keep them open. Your hand rests on your stomach, followed by a fluttery feeling.

“Ohhh, you caused me a lot of trouble today, so don’t even right now.” You scold your belly as you lift your shirt a little to see. Your stomach still looked like it’s usual self, but you felt better staring at it knowing a little you and T’Challa rested inside.

“So I have decided to keep you, little one. Wow, saying it out loud is a revelation. But it’s true so flutter if you’re happy.” You wait a moment before being greeted by a tickle. “There you are….yeah I just don’t think I can give you up after all of this. Your dad is pretty damn cool, lemme tell you. But you already know, you’re super cool already, growing all fast. Don’t grow too fast though, huh? You’re my first, I wanna savor this, and tell people about it before you get here.”

Your eyes can’t keep up with the conversation as they drift. “I might be crazy for this, but I want you to see all of this for yourself. I need someone else to see this so I know I’m not dreaming. ChaCha makes everything feel like that though, you get used to it…” You meant to make it to the bedroom to rest properly but that’s just how good the couch is. You probably said a few more things but they became lost in the dreamscape of your mind as you fell asleep.

Your mind is busy while you’re sleeping, replaying all of the days events over and over again with varying outcomes. One dream consisted of you running through the holding area Tavia’s in, being chased by something you couldn’t see. The voices were loud and clear though, cursing you and demanding you to stop as gunshots rang out. You called for T’Challa in vain as the voices came closer, shots ringing right by your ear until suddenly a hand wraps around your waist.

You sit up quickly, hyperventilating and sweating in the calm of the living room.

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart stops as your body jolts away from the voice looking in its direction.

T’Challa looks at you empathetically, laying a hand on your knee. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, umhle.”

Your chest heaves with breath, trying to calm down as you stare at him feeling your forehead for fever. “You’re warm, do I need to call Shuri to examine you?”

“DO I NEED TO CALL SHURI TO EXAMINE YOU?? You were just laid out in that hospital bed on your last leg, and you’re wondering what’s wrong with me?!” You exclaim in confusion. Looking him over, turning his head back and forth, amazed by no sign of a black eye or swollen lip. Pulling at his shirt roughly to look down and find no bandages.

T’Challa just smirks, unphased by your outburst as he sits next to you on the couch with one arm wrapped around you. “I missed you too, my sweet.”

As his arms came around you, you felt the flutter in your stomach again, as if to remind you to be kind and calm to its father. Laying a hand there, you snuggle to T’Challa, closing your eyes and sighing deeply.

“I have missed you T’Challa. I’m just so confused and in shock, I couldn’t bear doing all of that alone.”

T’Challa’s head rests on top of yours. “I’m so sorry I lost you. Erik kept me pretty busy and I just couldn’t keep up anymore, but you have my word that won’t happen again, you are too important to me.”

“You don’t have to promise me that. I know your intentions are good and things will happen, but you aren’t to blame.”

T’Challa sighs, holding you tighter. “I have been kicking myself for not letting you in since I met you. Maybe if I was more forthcoming, you would’ve been more prepared for something like this-”

You look up at him, laying a hand on his chest. His eyes moistened but resisted any tears from falling. “Stop beating yourself up! You got enough of that already today. ”

T’Challa smiles weakly as you lay your hand to the side of his face. “I understand why this would’ve been difficult to tell me about now. I probably would’ve laughed in your face, especially describing your suit, cuz that leaves little to the imagination, ok? But whatever could’ve changed from telling me, it doesn’t matter now, because I am safe, lying here with you ok?”

T’Challa shakes his head, eyes twinkling in admiration. “That’s why I am crazy about you. You know just how to reset me when I short circuit.”

You giggle before stop short. “Wait, that is a joke, right? You’re not part robot, or something?”

T’Challa chides you as his hands find your sides tickling you into submission. “Fine, FINE! You’re not a robot, staaaahp!”

You share a hearty laugh together, the first good one in what felt like ages. “But what did Erik do to you to make you so bruised and shit? You did not look good at all ChaCha.”

“He got his too, trust me. And he gets up a lot slower, might I add. But it’s a blur really, at some point he tricked me playing dead and when I retracted from my suit, he got ahold of my necklace, so that’s when the bruising really occurred since I had no armor.”

“Wow, were you trying to kill him?” You asked cautiously.

T’Challa shrugs. “Not necessarily, but if it had to happen so he would stop, I was willing. Especially after he shot me.

“YOU GOT SHOT!?” You exclaim, ready to tear into him for details.

Suddenly your kimoyo beads light up, interrupting the good time you were having. It was Shuri.

“Hey! How are-”

“Where is T’Challa?!” Shuri asks rather rudely.

Before you could speak, T’Challa sticks his head around. “Hello sister! I hope I haven’t worried you!”

Shuri rolls her eyes aggressively. “Your monitors made it look like your heart had stopped, and then I check on you to see you’re gone, OF COURSE I AM WORRIED!”

T’Challa sighs. “I am well, just catching up with (Y/N). Erik is still knocked out?”

Shuri nods. “Yes, contained and under sedation until we go to question him. Well, let me not keep you two. (Y/N), since he is feeling so well, remind him to make you a proper meal in the morning for you and the baby, ok?”

T’Challa responds, “Oh, if you could put in an order for me with the kitchen staff? We would like-”

“....umntu ovila (lazy person). Boy bye!” Shuri says followed by a swift hang up.

“T’Challa, stop giving your sister such a hard time. The girl has done a lot since you were gone, and patching you up too! I still cannot believe...”

T’Challa crosses his arms. “Ohh, she has a high tolerance, built up by years of experience. But I’m glad you are so chumy with her. Did you make your acquaintance with anyone else?” T’challa asks, changing the subject.

You roll your eyes but continue. “Yes! Actually, I did. I met couple Dora Menage’s, Ayo and Okoye. They all are so damn cool, with the bald heads and spears and strength, it’s dope!”

T’Challa chuckles. “Dora Milaje, my love. And yes, they are Wakanda’s most trusted protectors for centuries, so they are indeed awesome.”

“They are hundred of years old?? Oh my God, do they get a serum too for immortality?” You ask excitedly.

“No! What are you- I meant that their position has been around for years, not them specifically. We aren't immortal, that’s crazy.”

You side eye T’Challa. “Oh ok, of everything I’ve seen THAT is the craziest, cool.”

T’Challa rubs your back tutting at you. “It’s ok, you get used to it quickly. Now what else happened while I was under.”

“Umm, I met your mother, Queen Mother to be specific. She is soooo beautiful T’Challa, and a personality to match. We had a great talk about things going on, and the baby, she really spoke to me like we knew each other forever.”

T’Challa’s face smiles warmly. “Yes, she is great. I’m happy to hear that.”

“Other than that, just a bunch of people here and there, but those were the main ones.” You pause before continuing. “T’Challa, what’s going to happen with Erik and Tavia? I can’t imagine they will be treated lightly for what has happened.”

T’Challa looks away from you as his face drops. “Well, we don’t have to talk about that tonight. I have kept you up long enough.”

You shake your head vigorously. “No, I’m up now, we can talk some more.”

T’Challa gets up, taking you by the hand. “Can we just go to bed?” T’Challa raises his eyebrows suggestively. You scoff at him, crossing your arms, not moving.

T’Challa looks up to the sky before sitting down by your legs. “Bast and the ancestors. Listen (Y/N), I have plans to see them tomorrow to question them and their motives and from their, I honestly have no plans yet for them after that, ok?”

You marinate on his words. Tavia told you of some of the plans they had, but you weren’t sure if you should tell him or wait for them. “I spoke to Tavia the other day, before you and Erik came back together.”

T’Challa’s expression turns serious as you spoke. “What did you all discuss.”

“The obvious: how could she do this to me as a friend and to you as my boyfriend. How could a guy make her so crazy to even be down for this.”

“And? What did she say?”

You hesitate. “T’Challa, if I tell you, you won’t have any reason to question them tomorrow.”

T’Challa holds up his hand in surrender. “I plan to give them a fair trial either way, please, tell me. This is important.”

You think he sounds calm and collected enough, so you did. You told them about Erik planning to take the throne from T’Challa and even that they were possibly related.

T’Challa shakes his head. “That is not possible, my uncle had no children and has long been presumed dead.”

You shrug. “That is what she told me. Shuri could just run a blood test for that, right? And then you both could-”

T’Challa shakes his head, holding his hands together in frustration. “That’s not going to happen. It’s impossible, so why waste the time.”

You peer at T’Challa. “ChaCha, this isn’t something you should brush under the rug. At least consider it.”

T’Challa looks at you with an unreadable expression. He may not have even been looking at you exactly, just your direction while his mind was elsewhere. You sit up, scooting towards him laying your hands on his shoulder. “Don’t go into this with a heart overrun with unchecked emotions. You hold the cards now, so look at this objectively. I wanted to keep this from you for these reasons, I tell you, it’s tough keeping secrets.”

“Tell me about it.” T’Challa says flatly.

You reach for his widow’s peak, stroking it gently as your belly flutters. “We are counting on you to be a great man, which you already are. Don’t overcompensate where it’s unnecessary.”

T’Challa takes your wrist, bringing your fingers down to his lips, kissing their tips. “You have my word, and my heart...and my undivided attention.”

T’Challa reaches for your hips, snaking his hands down your thighs to bring you across his lap facing him as you straddle.

“Shuri said I am 6 weeks at least.” You whisper in his ear.

T’Challa beams with pride, grabbing your waist and rolling small circles over your stomach. “My Bast, our little bean must be excited to see the world.”

“Little Bean, that’s cute ChaCha.” You feel at home in his lap, those big beautiful eyes looking up at you is the best view you can imagine. There had to be a reason for falling for him so fast, one that was not in vain. Maybe your future child is one but your inner confidence being fortified by T’Challa’s cosigning and being exposed to a new world, much better than any you have known so far, seemed to help to assure you were on the right path as well.

You rest your forehead to T’Challa’s feeling a need build inside of you that he must have felt himself as his hands dipped between your legs to feel you through your bottoms. Kissing him deeply, it felt good to express your love without worry, as the night concluded with passion uninhibited.

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The next morning, you look over to T’Challa laid across the bed, out like a light. So much for breakfast, as you check the time reading 11 am. Getting up to get dressed, you take your time, feeling more and more at home with the Wakanda lifestyle. The closet was filled with choices, all in your size of the latest Wakandan fashion. You smile to yourself feeling the sturdy yet soft fabrics of all sorts of colors, thanking whomever (most likely Shuri) for being so accommodating. You stay conservative, in a maroon colorblocked top with a tail in the back and some black leggings and sandals.

Looking around the living area, you find a clear glass door with food behind it that appears to be the fridge. You have an apple with a chocolate spread that is even better than Nutella, and if the label was right, carried enough nutrients for a balanced breakfast.

You rubbed your belly or ‘Little Bean’ as your body digested and began to grow restless. You decide that you want to see what Shuri is up to, just to get out and do something until T’Challa wakes.

Getting on the elevator, you make you way to her lab floor, still buy but way more normal than yesterday. As you walk down you pass the area in which Erik is located. You would’ve missed it since no Dora were guarding at that point. He looks as rested as T’Challa is, still sedated as he lays. No one was in the hall to stop you as you walk towards his bed. Looking him over, you can see his attractiveness. T’Challa wasn’t wrong though about getting his licks in; one eye blackened, the other has a decent gash above his eyebrow. There was bruising around his nose, and a similar cut on his lip like T’Challa had. The locs give him an irresistible edge to his symmetrical features nonetheless. A sheet covers most of his body, but you notice some keloids along his shoulder that put you off.

Moving the sheet carefully, you notice they travel a long ways down his torso. Did T’Challa do this? No, couldn’t be, these are healed scars, right? How did he get them in such abundance? As you move the sheet back, you notice a necklace laid across his chest with a ring on the end. Deja vu hits you as you reach for it, picking up the ring to study it. Your mind flashes back to the ring that T’Challa has, the one that is on his hand as he caressed your belly while wounded. Why would they have the same ring?

Quicker than you could react, Erik’s hand snaps out from the sheet to grab your wrist hard making you yelp.

His face is maniacal as he sits up pulling you towards him. “Hey princess. Bout time you brought your ass back around here.”

Part X

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khodorkovskaya · 5 years ago

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update on uni life so far (and other stuff)

so everything’s going well so far, unige is amazing. i signed up to yoga classes every monday at 11 and it’s great. i have a couple of new friends. first there’s this guy called martin from maths. he’s from bulgaria and he speaks english which is a big plus. he helps me with exercises sometimes. and then there’s nelly who’s also from bulgaria and she’s super cool. it was her birthday last week so we went to a bar to celebrate. and yeahhh...

the only thing that bothers me is how incompetent the administration is. but also like bureaucracy is always a pain in the ass so i can’t really blame them entirely. but literally no one knows how to do their job ahaha. i got angry at them and yelled at my bf this morning it was fun.

this weekend im going to the mountains with ppl from international relations, it’s gonna be fun, i hope! gonna meet a bunch of people, looking forward to that.

other than that, my bf made love to me a couple of days ago and it was so good but we got interrupted by his flatmate. and i was super annoyed. cos like i was super horny. and yeah i really wish we could have sex more often cos his dick gives me life and it’s the best feeling in the world. i am so in love you guys, im telling you.

in other news, my mum’s boyfriend’s mum is very unwell. and it’s so sad, i feel horrible whenever i think about her cos she’s probably going to die very soon. and she’s such a sweet lady and i don’t want her to suffer, but she’s so ill. death is scary. and i mean she’s like 93, it’s a miracle in itself that she’s alive. but it’s so sad that life can’t exist without death and that it all has to end one day. she’s in constant pain and she can’t move around anymore and whenever i think about her i just want to cry. i hope she’ll be okay.

also im decided to build my old dacha in minecraft and it’s making me so nostalgic. i with i could go back to that place, but there’s this whole family shitstorm going on ughh why are they all idiots.

#october

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yukiwrites · 6 years ago

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A Great Step

Thank you so much for commissioning me again, @breeachuu! Happy Father’s Day! (shh it’s still father’s day somewhere)

Summary: After settling down in Ylisse, Cressida and Owain live their lives leisurely while getting along with their neighbors and friends. Once Cressida starts feeling unwell, Owain thinks he cursed her, when in truth, someone very special was on her way...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

After the initial surprise of Owain and the others' sudden return, slowly did the former companions adjust to a new everyday life in Ylisse.

It was the first time for Owain to live in a peaceful world. His life one filled with fighting, death and survival, he knew he wouldn't be able to abandon the way of the sword in exchange for a truly uneventful life. Which is why he decided to follow in his father's footsteps -- not to be a knight, no, but to help maintain order in the capital as part of the city's guard. He served directly under Frederick, though it was a chore of its own for him to be granted the job in first place.

Lissa wanted to keep him around at the castle, but Owain didn't want to steal the place of little Owi; he knew that this era's Owain would grow up without knowing war and he would need his mother more than anything.

Besides, it would be the first time he'd been living for himself -- and for his wife, Cressida. The prospect of forming a new life, such a distant dream in the past, made his blood boil in excitement.

After much discussion, Frederick, Cressida and Owain managed to convince Lissa to let him live outside the castle, and Chrom was kind enough to arrange for a home at the heart of the capitol (after being pestered day and night by his sister, no less). The house was small and simple, but its coziness always left both Owain's and Cressida's heart a puddle of warmth.

Their own home.

"Let's treat it well," Cressida whispered once, seeing how much work they'd need to go through to make it a livable place. She welcomed it with open hands.

They cleaned the back and front yards, pulled the weeds, showered it with pesticide, plastered the walls, fixed small front gate (one could even jump over it or even over the outer walls for that matter, but everything was so cute they couldn't get rid of it), gave it a thorough paint-over all the while doing small jobs for the old folks living nearby. Soon they had a network of old ladies and gentlemen willing to help them build their dream home: old carpenters would build them chairs, tables or stools to thank them for the service; old seamstresses sewed curtains, bed and table sheets. One of them even gave Cressida a scarf, thinking she would be cold during the winter season (she always used it to go outside, despite barely needing it. Everything was so new, warm and wonderful she couldn't even believe it was her own life).

Slowly but surely did their dream home came to be as Owain fit like a glove for his new job. Since he was well-known in the neighborhood, the friendly elderly people would give him apples and lunch or ask for his colleagues to fetch him so they could send him on errands.

"Owain Dark, in service of the people!" He would always reply to a call, entertaining children and adults alike. They would clap and ask him to do more of his demonstrations and Cressida knew how much he loved the attention.

Truly, his homeworld was the best for them.

After a while, however, Owain couldn't help but want to go back to tapping into his own magical power. Back in Nohr, he would craft potions and do seemingly random rituals to cure fevers or boost their allies' stamina or strength. He knew he still had the aptitude to do so in Ylisse, so after they were done renovating the house, he suggested they planted herbs and sold potions.

Cressida raised an eyebrow. "I already am tending to the back garden with the vegetables we trade around the city. If you tell me how to tend to the herbs, I don't see why not to keep an herb garden at the front yard."

"MIGHTY CRESSIDA!" He beamed, hugging her breath away. "I thought you'd refuse! Thank Naga, haha! I'll ask around for the seeds tomorrow!"

"Ask around?" Cressida coughed, being almost strangled by her husband's strong grip.

He let go without realizing what he was doing, looking up in thought. "Yeah. I'm sure Henry, Tharja, Ricken or Miriel keep one herb garden or two. I'll send Henry and Tharja a bird if I can't find what I need from Miriel or Ricken."

The bow knight smiled softly, enjoying how truly happy her husband had been after they came to Ylisse. She caressed his cheek, making him look at her, bashful. "Remember to ask how to tend to the herbs, too. Almost everything here is different from Nohr or Valla. The care these plants need will of course differ."

"Fear not, Mighty Cressida, for this cursed hand has a green finger in it!" He raised his index, a playful yet proud smile growing over his lips.

"Hah, alright, then." She snickered, nudging her nose on his neck, making him ticklish. "I'll be in your care then, Cursed Green Finger."

"Hey, it's my cursed hand with a green finger in it!" He grumbled with a smile, lifting her head so they could share a kiss.

Ah, truly, life couldn't get any better!

The herb garden was an absolute success, especially around their elderly neighbors. They all needed herbs for colds, back pains or a good tea leaf in general, so they would stop by even more often than before.

Owain also started messing around with potions again -- he managed to invent a hair-growing potion (mentioning how one of his friends with a receding hairline would probably need it someday) and took lessons with Severa's father, Stahl about how to make healing concoctions.

Always a diligent student, Cressida picked it all up rather quickly. Soon she, too, was into potion making. They would often mix the ingredients after Owain came back from his day job, happily talking about the recent events.

A few months passed, turning such meetings part of their daily routine. It was truly pleasant to simply sit back and relax with their beloved while making soothing mixtures.

"What's that you're brewing there, Owain?" Cressida gave her husband the stinky eye one day, looking over his shoulder to the small caldron he mixed a lot of somethings in. The goo inside was purple.

"'Tis a new mixture for stomach ache! Drink this and you'll NEVER have pains in your insides again!"

"... Yeah, 'cause you'll be dead." She coughed, covering her nose. "This smells terri-ughh..." Feeling increasingly nauseated, Cressida scooted away from her husband. "T-take this away, please-"

"C-Cressida! What's wrong? You're pale-" panicking, Owain turned from his goo to his wife.

The bow knight felt her vision spiralling as her insides turned around. The more she breathed, despite covering her nose with her hand, the worse she felt -- curse that disgusting smell! She quickly got up, her uncertain and shaky feet taking her to the latrines.

"Cressida-"

"Get-ugh, get rid of that!" She yelled after throwing up, exhausted from the effort.

"R-right away!" He took the cauldron and dumped the contents inside an old pot, sealing it right after, intent on burying it at the yard.

Breathing heavily, Cressida sat down and weakly watched as he headed outside. "What're you gonna do with this, dummy? You'll poison our soil! Throw it away somewhere instead." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, resting her head over one arm. "Ugh, I feel terrible."

"I-I'm sorry, Cressida-- I didn't even use a vomit-inducing herb and yet-"

"Urlp- don't talk about that, I'm getting sick again." She curled up over the chair, holding her stomach with her free hand. "Enough potion making for today, take me to bed." She breathed out, too tired to get up and go back to their room.

"At once, my lady." Owain bowed, still feeling guilty, and took his wife on his arms, placing her over the bed with the utmost care. "Do you want me to fetch you a potion-"

"Enough potions," Cressida snorted, regretting it immediately for it riled up her empty and sensitive stomach. "Just give me water... tomorrow." She snuggled on his chest, silently ordering him to stay with her.

Blushing, Owain obeyed. With a sway of his hand, he made a weak wind blow out their candles and snuggled to bed with his wife.

However, what they thought an inconsequential event happened again the morning after.

This time, Cressida woke up and quickly ran to the latrines, throwing up nothing but transparent liquid, since her stomach was empty.

Horrified, Owain ran to the outskirts of the city to throw the cursed pot awain, sparing it a prayer so it would get purified. As much he wanted to stay with her the whole day, Cressida didn't let him miss work because she was feeling light-headed.

Resting all day wasn't becoming of her, but in lieu of what she felt throughout the night, Cressida allowed herself to sleep in until after noon. It apparently did the trick, so she went back to working in the fields after eating.

Owain used his lunch break to run back home and check on his wife, but breathed in relief to see her up and about.

Would she stayed that way forever!

The next day, once again she threw up in the morning, feeling exceedingly tired hours after her stomach settled down. Desperate, Owain was set on calling a proper healer to not only revoke his potion making license but to cure his wife of whatever curse he had placed over her.

"I'm okay, Owain, really. My stomach's just a bit upset because I haven't thrown up in so long. Don't overreact, okay?" She assured him later that evening, preventing him from causing a scene. "I promise I'll wake up feeling better tomorrow."

"Still, I must call a heal- Mother! Mother will know for sure-"

"N-no!" Cressida stuttered. "No need to bother Lady Lissa for something as silly as an upset stomach, c'mon." She patted his arm, making him lie down beside her. "Please? I'm all better now, believe me."

Still worried, Owain said nothing, though his lips pouted adorably. Smiling, Cressida stole a peck at them before turning back to sleep, making him sag his shoulders with relief.

His worries did seem unfounded the following morning: Cressida woke up earlier than him, and full of energy. "What did I tell you?" She smirked, setting the table for breakfast.

"Take it easy today, Mighty Cressida." He said in a serious voice, holding her hand and taking the plate from it to place it on the table. "I can't bear to see you ill again."

Cressida felt her heart tighten with love. How adorable he was when he was worried! "I'll be fine, silly. But thanks for worrying." She reassured, once again stealing a peck from his lips. Owain gripped at the plate for a moment longer before turning back to help her with breakfast.

He begrudgingly left to work, wanting to stay a minute more with Cressida so as to watch over her. She managed to shoo him away, however, and went back to her business to tend to the fields.

Despite actually feeling better that morning, she knew that she wasn't in her usual shape -- doing the slightest of chores tired her out immensely. She managed to keep it together while Owain was there, but right after he was out of her sight, she kneeled on the ground so as to catch her breath.

"What's going on?" Dizzy, she held her head in an attempt to see more clearly. The scorching sun burned her back and arms, making her hyperventilate. "Owain, I'm sorry..." she breathed out, her consciousness fading away.

"Cressida!" She heard her name being called in the distance, as though she was behind a thick glass window.

Worried, Owain had ran back home to check on his wife, known for overworking herself. He caught the exact moment she fell on her knees and passed out, his heart stopping for a solid minute. "CRESSIDA!" He yelled atop of his lungs, quickly scooping her in his arms. Instead of running back home, he took her to the closest healer's clinic in their neighborhood. "P-please, save Cressida!" He asked desperately.

Alarmed, the old woman made Owain place his wife over an empty bed and examined her while asking all sorts of questions. "When did this start? Are you certain that it was the potion? Do you still have it? If so, bring it to me. Was there any other time she felt sick like this? Has she been irritable lately?"

So many random questions they threw Owain off of the loop. He had ran back to the outskirts to grab the cursed pot so the woman could analyze it and was out of breath as she came to a conclusion.

"This is really just stomach medicine. Apart from its foul smell, it's harmless." She concluded, giving the dirty pot back to him. "You said that she felt sick during the mornings, but was it only through this week? Haven't you noticed anything before it? Has she complained about getting bloated-"

"Ah, uh, yeah... I was making that potion because she said her stomach wasn't feeling well recently and that she was bloated for some reason." He replied absent-mindedly, his wide eyes focused on his sleeping wife.

"I can't tell this for certain without properly talking to her, but for now I'll simply tell you that she might be pregnant." The woman said with a faint smile. "Congratulations, Owain, my boy." She patted his shoulder.

"Congra-" He stuttered, his heart cold and his feet falling into a black hole under him. "Child- baby? Mine? Pregn- Cressida?" he mumbled incoherently, not knowing how to react.

He was ashamed to admit that the thought had never crossed his mind, or at least not that soon. He clenched his hands one on the other, his vision darkening around him.

Children? His? Could HE raise a child? After everything he had done to so many people in his life? He took the lives of hundreds all so he himself could keep living.

Look at him; his body was made for fighting -- and even after achieving the long-sought peace, he still chose to follow the way of the sword. His hands were great to take lives and end wars, not raise children.

He avoided spending too long beside his little brother in fears of hurting him or robbing him of his precious time with their mother. He loved being around children, yes, but having one of his own? That… that was a large step. Could he raise, care and lull a baby of his own? Him? With his clumsy hands and theatrical flairs?

He'd been told off over and over throughout his life about 'what a child' he was, or that he had to 'grow up'. Could a child raise another one? Could a child who'd killed many people raise a sinless child?

Owain didn't hear anything else the woman said, nor did he notice when time passed and night fell. The chill in the air made him get up to look at the moon which shone down on the window he was sitting by. "Can these hands even raise something without destroying it?" He whispered as he looked at his open palms under the moonlight.

"What're you talking about? You're so good at growing plants." Cressida breathed out, still a bit out of it. Blinking, she realized she wasn't on their bed. "Where's this?"

Owain felt reality crash down in his chest as his legs trembled and his shoulders fell with the pressure. "Y-you collapsed and..." He hiccuped, turning to her. She widened her eyes. Look at how much pain he had in his expression!

"Owain," Cressida opened her arms, urging him to snuggle on her chest. He choked a sob and sat by the bed, digging his head over her shoulder.

"T-they said that you're p-pregnant." He said under sobs, weakly wrapping his arms around her, mindful of her condition.

Cressida's mouth was left agape in shock. "Pregnant-" She stuttered, torn between being overjoyed and worried. The expression she saw on Owain's face a moment ago wasn't one of happiness, after all. "This is a big step, huh..."

Saying nothing, Owain nodded, sniffling by her chest. "How c-can I raise a child after going through so much death? Am I allowed this happiness?"

Cressida's heart twinged with pain and love. She took one of his hands to her stomach, giggling at how cold both of them were. "If you're unsure of how to feel about this, then why don't we go talk with Sir Frederick tomorrow and ask him how he first felt when he found out he was going to be a father? I'm sure he'll have the answers you're looking for; with him being a knight and all, he'll know what you're feeling."

Owain's breathing steadied for a moment; Cressida knew how highly he thought of his father, after all.

"Besides," she went on, raising her shoulder so he could look at her in the eyes. "I don't know about you, but I can't wait to meet our baby." She bit her lower lip, her heart a jumbled mess of feelings: anxiety, eagerness, fear, love, protectiveness... All for hearing a single sentence.

Pregnancy.

She knew her husband well -- he was overwhelmed by the sudden change and didn't know how to react, but she was sure he would come around to looking forward to it as much as, if not more than, her. They sealed their promise with a quiet kiss, both of them too anxious to fall asleep. Instead, they simply lied in each other's arms over that cramped infirmary bed, their thoughts of the future.

The next day, they left before reveille was announced at the castle for the recruits, intent on finding Frederick before the day properly started.

Owain stumbled upon his words, unsure of how to properly ask something so personal yet so important to him, as his father's child. He blushed deeply once Frederick finally understood what his son meant with the question and Cressida had to jump back for Frederick bear hugged his son immediately. "A child?! Haha! To think I would live to see the day my grandchild is born!" The knight laughed as his tears streamed down his face. "You're with child!" He beamed, quickly scooping Cressida into the hug, squeezing them to the bone-shattering point. "What joy!"

"F-father, c-can't breathe..."

"You'll kill me before your g-grandchild is born..." Cressida gasped, not understanding how Frederick could even HUG someone while wearing that much armor.

"Oh, forgive me." As though he hadn't been crying a second ago, he released them both from his grip, sniffling with pride. "Ah, Owain, my son! This feeling is almost the same as the one I felt the day I met you!"

Owain's head drooped to the side. "Met me? B-but Father, I was asking about when mother was pregn-"

"But don't you see, Son? I was already a father the day I met you! How proud I was to see that my son had grown up to be such a principled and strong young man! I hadn't experienced your conception nor your birthting, indeed, but can you deny that our bonds are just the same, if not stronger, than the ones I hold with your brother?" He patted Owain's shoulder as the younger man tried and failed to keep his tears in check. "You are my true son, Owain, and meeting you that day on the Sage's Hamlet... Seeing you fight so valiantly to protect the weak filled my heart with pride."

"F-father..."

"Being a parent can be tiring and taxing, yes, but it is so much more rewarding in turn! Just by thinking about that small baby fills your heart with strength! Every day do I train harder than the previous one just so I can keep both of you safe." The knight puffed his chest with pride. "You'll feel that with your whole being as you teach and watch your baby grow, I am certain of it."

Owain widened his eyes, the tears stopping. "The legend..." He whispered, making Cressida and Frederick both bend over to listen in. "The legend... WILL... LIVE ON!! UWOOOOOH!" He yelled to the sky above, starling wife and father both. "MIGHTY CRESSIDA!" He picked her up and lifted her towards the sky, as he did years ago when they came back home. "WE'LL BE THE ONES TO CONTINUE WITH THE LEGENDARY GENERATION I THOUGHT LOST ON ME! OUR BABY IS TRULY THE CHOSEN ONE!" He twirled her around, laughing as she covered her mouth with both hands so as not to be swept by his enthusiasm and scream as well.

"Let's raise he or she well, yes?" She managed to level her voice amidst all the twirling, prompting Owain to put her on the floor and wrap his arms around her shoulders.

"... Yes. Yes, let's make this baby happy with everything we have. We'll... learn together." He felt his eyes once again burn with tears.

"As it should be," Cressida herself couldn't hold back her emotion any longer, but a noise coming from behind caught their attention.

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait..." A voice said over and over like a chant. "WAITAMINUTE! YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" Lissa pointed from the door, little Owain in tow. She didn't wait for them to reply, however. "I'M... I'M GONNA BE A GRANDMOTHER? BUT I <JUST> GAVE BIRTH TO YOU!"

"Mom, I'm not a baby! I'm 5 already!" Little Owain puffed his chest, not understanding what was going on.

"SEE? A BABY!" She ignored when Owain commented that she hadn't given birth to him. "A BABY! HAVING ANOTHER BABY! FREDERICK!"

Smiling, the knight simply turned to his small and loud wife, taking her extended hand.

"I NEED TO MOVE IN WITH THEM!" Desperate, her eyes were spinning. "A baby having another baby!!"

"M-moooom!" Owain protested under his wife's loud laughter. Cressida could barely wait to meet her and Owain's child!

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