#and if you say she wasn't pregnant because they used a surrogate

[twopoppies]

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[crisiscutie]

Yooo been ages, miss you boo! 👀 that you're asking for requests to help with writers blocks. Lets see...

How about if Vincent actually fell for that adorable intern who worked with lucrecia instead? Considering lucrecia revived him out of guilt when he confronted hojo, maybe he as chaos instinctively looked for the darling afterward?

Make it as yandere slash monstrous however much you like it! Or tame. Or drama filled if lucrecia gets jealous, hojo meddling with Vincent's crush, or whatever.

Hey there bae! Thank you so much for this interesting request! Let's just say there are some pretty interesting implications if you spy some hints 👀...

Content Warning: Nothing really beside drama and angst. Pregnant Darling.

Pairing: 🕵️Turk Vincent Valentine/Intern Darling👩‍🔬

Vincent's hand gently glided down your aching body, providing support as he stood you up. Yes, you expected your first pregnancy to be difficult, but that doesn't mean you couldn't complain. The frequent morning sickness, swollen feet, and a back that felt like it was full of tiny painful knots made almost every moment hell for you. That's ignoring the strange, lucid dreams you had since it started. Were those dreams a normal part of pregnancy, or were they a result of the "treatments" you've been involved in? There was no way for you to know, as you had never experienced pregnancy before and had no one trustworthy to guide you. And it would stay like that until you're out of Nibelheim with Vincent tonight.

Although he wanted to give you time to rest and relax, he knew it wasn't feasible. This plan had been in the works for a while, but the worsening of your condition forced both you two to act now. Neither of you could let Hojo and Lucrecia continue their twisted experiments on you. Lucrecia had you doing busy work as her intern until she and Hojo offered you the opportunity to carry their child, in exchange for the better life you'd get after they're born. And like the feckless grunt you were, you took it, and it easily became the worst decision you ever made in your life.

"I'm fine, Vincent," you said and moved away from his grasp. You picked up a small bag and hastily walked down the hallway. Just as you were about to reach the entrance, he caught up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Darling. We need to talk."

"We don't have much-"

"No, you need to listen to me," you pleaded, turning around to meet his pained, red eyes. Your own eyes were on the verge of tears. "You didn't ask for this. You had no idea they were going to subject you and their child to experiments."

"That's the point! I should've fucking known! Two lunatics somehow needing a surrogate should've been suspicious from the start! And I didn't even want to do it. But I let them talk me into it. All because I wanted the money for us to settle down..."

"And we can still do that now. We'd give their child a normal life away from this. Together." he whispered. That very last word of his broke you down. You're not sure you're ready to be a parent. You're just barely getting started with adulthood, but this mess happened. A part of you knew you should've stayed a paper pusher in this shitty science department. Despite this internship from hell, there was one silver lining, Vincent himself.

Ever since you were assigned to work under Lucrecia, he has always been there for you. He was not just a shield to protect you from harm; he was your soulmate. The only bond you had within the cold, dark halls of this mansion. She wanted you to stay away from, but you couldn't care less. He was simply the best you could ever ask for.

"There might be guards outside, waiting for us..." you said.

He moved in closer, resting his forehead against yours. "We'll make it through," he assured, before giving you a deep and passionate kiss. It caught you off guard, but this reassurance was exactly what you needed. Your frown transformed into a small smile.

"I'll hold you to that," you said, squeezing his hand. He chuckled in response. Resting your other hand on your belly, you both continued to walk together. You knew there would be people waiting on the other side of that door, but you were ready to face them down with Vincent at your side.

I had to cut a bit out but I definitely wanna continue this if y'all liked it?

[coochiequeens]

'There are wonderful surrogates but the system is also allowing ­others to take advantage.' Says a woman who exploited another woman

Twins? No, but this couple's baby boys were born just five months apart after a terrifying tale that raises grave questions about modern-day surrogacy

Cáhan and Cómhan Kilgannon look to the outside world like they are twins

But pair from County Fermanagh, Northern Ireland were born five  months apart 

Parents Kiara and Stevie conceived naturally just after using a surrogate mother 

By JENNY JOHNSTON FOR THE MAIL ON SUNDAY

PUBLISHED: 17:16 EST, 18 February 2023 | UPDATED: 17:16 EST, 18 February 2023 

Snug in their double buggy, peeking out with matching, adorable blue eyes, Cáhan and Cómhan Kilgannon look for all the world like twins as they enjoy a stroll with parents ­Stevie and Kiara.

'When we are out in shops, people assume they are twins,' says dad Stevie. 'When they were younger and the size difference between them more noticeable, we'd explain that there was actually five months between them.

'But you could see people doing the maths and getting confused.'

Cáhan (it means 'little battler' in Irish) is 15 months old, while his brother Cómhan (meaning 'twin') is ten months. 

And there is a fascinating and heartwarming reason for the age discrepancy. 

Biologically, Cáhan is Kiara's and Stevie's child, conceived through IVF using her egg and his sperm, and born via surrogacy after Kiara had been told she would never carry her own child.

The couple opted for an increasingly common surrogacy route – delighted to find a stranger who effectively offered them her womb. 

Stevie says: 'We explained it to family and friends as 'our bun, her oven'.'

Yet five months into the surrogate's pregnancy, the 'impossible' happened – Kiara became pregnant herself. Entirely naturally. 

'The doctors – we'd been to them all, even an expert in the US – said it simply wasn't possible for me to carry a child,' she explains. 

'When it happened, we couldn't believe our double miracle. The boys will be in the same class at school, so we have years ahead of having to explain why they appear to be twins, but aren't.'

At their home in County Fermanagh, Northern Ireland, this couple's joy is palpable

So too, though, are more com­plicated feelings. It turns out their 'surrogacy journey' was anything but joyful. 

Indeed, they're speaking out today because they want to warn other couples – 'who may be as desperate as we were' – that the whole experience can push you to the edge.

The reality of their situation is that the relationship with their surrogate broke down during her pregnancy. 

They even feared she would abort their child. 

'It was a real worry – later confirmed when she posted on social media that she'd con­sidered a termination,' says Kiara. '

At another stage she threatened to keep our baby if a whole list of requests that had never been mentioned before were not met.'

It sounds as if everything that could go wrong with the surrogacy agreement – 'a piece of paper that is legal but not legally binding', says Stevie – did.

Petty disagreements, mostly about money, escalated to the point where they were consulting lawyers and trying to get mediation.

'In the process, she cut us off, blocked us from messaging her, refused to allow us to go to scans, which she'd previously said we could attend. 

'She told midwives and hospital staff – who deal with surrogacy arrangements all the time, and had been wonderful about making us feel part of it – not to include us.

'In the weeks coming up to the birth, we had moved over to England, where she lives, to be in place for the birth. Yet for that full four weeks we had no contact with her.

'We had no idea if she would even hand him over when he was born. We discovered – the hard way – that biological parents have no rights,' Stevie recalls.'

Kiara – pregnant during the latter stages of this delicate process – was distraught. 

'My pregnancy was deemed high-risk and the ­doctors said I must I avoid stress.

'But I could not have been more stressed. I thought I was going to lose both babies.'

It is very rare for a couple to be in this situation – and also uncommon for a couple who have had a 'successful' surrogacy journey to talk about the pitfalls. 

They can share their story now because, in December, a court granted them a Parental Order, giving them full legal res­ponsibility for Cáhan.

In any surrogacy situation, there is a period of some months when the intended parents are in a legal limbo. 

Although Stevie was even­tually named on Cáhan's initial birth certificate – they had no birth certificate at all for him for several months – Kiara was not, as the surrogate is always the mother, by law, until a Parental Order is granted.

Issues such as who is authorised to make medical decisions can be contentious – but in amicable surrogacy arrangements, these things can be agreed and made workable. 

The frustrations were made all the more difficult with two babies in the mix.

Kiara says: 'It meant we were in this ridiculous situation where I could get treatment for Cómhan, but with Cáhan, Stevie had to do everything.'

It has long been accepted that the law surrounding surrogacy in the UK, which has not been changed in 40 years, needs to be updated, but a much awaited review by the Law Commission has been delayed. 

Meanwhile, the number of couples using surrogates has quadrupled over the past ten years.

Commercial surrogacy is banned in the UK, but surrogates can be paid reasonable expenses, which Stevie and Kiara believe has 'led to commercial surrogacy under the table'. 

Stevie, who works in the justice system, says: 'It would be more transparent to allow commercial surrogacy because, as it stands, there are no rules about what constitutes reasonable expense. We came to feel we were cash cows.

'Our surrogate alerted us to a chipped windscreen on her car, and we paid for a replacement tyre. 

'She charged us £1 for an envelope to send a scan picture and refused to post it until the money was in her account. 

'It all got incredibly petty, but when we asked for documentation for expenses over the agreed figure, she cut contact.

'We discovered surrogates advise each other about how to push their expenses up. 

'One couple even paid for a gardener to mow their sur­rogate's lawn – then learned she had no grass. 

'Surrogates even discuss charging for slimming club memberships, spa treatments, even car valeting after vomiting in the car because of morning sickness.

'This is not about money – we paid our surrogate expenses of about £15,000 but we'd have paid much more from the off if the pro­cess had been fair. 

'Our point is that we felt held to ransom.

'There are wonderful surrogates but the system is also allowing ­others to take advantage.'

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[stargazer-sims]

Growing Together

Mishka: Kolya?

Nikolai: Hmm...?

Mishka: I need help reading this.

Nikolai: You haven't asked for help with your reading for a long time.

Mishka: That’s because my English is good enough now to read most of the things I want to read by myself. But, I think this might be English for smart people.

Nikolai: You're a smart person.

Mishka: A smart person who still hasn't managed to pass his intermediate English reading and writing test yet.

Nikolai: I guess it's a good thing you decided to go back to language school. Don't worry. I'll help you. What are you reading?

Mishka: You have to promise not to laugh.

Nikolai: I won't laugh. What's it about?

Mishka: Babies.

Nikolai: Babies? Why are you reading about babies?

Mishka: This is the part where I don't want you to laugh.

Nikolai: Okay.

MIshka: Promise?

Nikolai: I promise. It's okay, sweetheart. You can tell me.

Mishka: Okay. It's just... I've been thinking. After we get married, do you think we could...? Could we... have a baby?

Nikolai: Well, I'm pretty sure our anatomy doesn't work like that.

Mishka: Obviously it doesn't, but there's a way we could have a baby with some help.

Nikolai: Are you talking about adoption? Or like, a surrogate or something?

Mishka: No. Science babies.

Nikolai: You mean, the alien thing? I remember when Natascha and I were kids, there were all kinds of stories about men getting abducted from towns near the desert, and I think everybody our age or older remembers the day we found out they were here. The aliens, I mean.

Mishka: It's not abductions in the desert any more.

Nikolai: So I gathered.

Mishka: They have an official website, but it's confusing. I have to keep switching between it and the translator, and it's making my head hurt.

Nikolai: Let me see.

Mishka: Here, look. I don't know what this means. I know 'extra' but what's the rest of it?

Nikolai: 'Extracorporeal gestation'. Not going to lie, I don't know exactly what that means either. If I had to guess, though, I'd say it means growing a baby outside the body, but that's... weird. Not to mention it kind of doesn't make sense. Click on the link, and we'll see if they explain it.

Mishka: *clicks link*

Nikolai: *reads* Uh... yeah. That's creepy.

Mishka: Oh! That's fascinating.

Nikolai: You think it's fascinating?

Mishka: Look, it says, 'this process allows couples who cannot reproduce naturally to have a...' *points* What's this word?

Nikolai: Biological.

Mishka: 'a biological child'. How is that not fascinating? Imagine us having a baby who's a perfect combination of both of us.

Nikolai: A baby grown in a lab?

Mishka: He'd still be ours.

Nikolai: He?

Mishka: Or she. Even if they do come from a lab, they'd really come from us, from our DNA. So it'd be no different than a man and a woman having a baby together the usual way.

Nikolai: It seems different to me.

Mishka: I meant the end result. But anyway, the lab isn't the only way.

Nikolai: I'm afraid to ask what the other way is.

Mishka: One of us could do it. I clicked the other link first, and it said something about how they inject it into a person's body and it grows inside.

Nikolai: You know what you're describing, right?

Mishka: Having a baby?

Nikolai: Yeah, having one. You're describing pregnant men. I don't know about you, but I don't want to do that. I need my body to be in top condition, or I can't do my job.

Mishka: It wouldn't have to be you. I don't have a job. I could do it.

Nikolai: I don't know. I'm not sure I like the idea of you doing it either. What if it's dangerous?

Mishka: It's been approved since the nineties. I think it's safe. If it wasn't, don't you think the government would stop them?

Nikolai: I guess, but...

Mishka: Please, Kolya? Don't just say no. Can you think about it, at least?

Nikolai: I will, but I want you to give it lot more thought as well. This isn't something we can jump into blindly, you know.

Mishka: I know. I've already been thinking about it a lot. I really want us to have a baby.

Nikolai: Have you thought about what having a baby inside you is going to do to your body? Or how it might affect your mental health? You've been doing so well lately, and I'd be worried about you struggling again.

Mishka: I... I'm trying not to think too much about that part. It's a little scary. I've just been thinking about the outcome.

Nikolai: You need to consider the process too, and we both have to be sure this is something we really want.

Mishka: Are you… Is that your way of saying you really don't want a child?

Nikolai: No, I'm not saying that at all. I'm not against us having a child. I just don't know if we're ready, or if this is the right way.

Mishka: I'm ready.

Nikolai: Okay, but I don't know if I'm ready. I like kids, but I've never pictured myself as a parent.

Mishka: You'd be a good parent. You're great with all your students.

Nikolai: There's a big difference between kids I interact with at the rink who I can give back to their families after a couple of hours, and a brand new baby whose entire life is going to depend completely on us taking care of him. That's terrifying to me, if I'm being honest.

Mishka: Him?

Nikolai: *smiling* Or her. Listen, I’ll tell you what. Give me a chance to read all the information on the website and try to get my head around it. Then, maybe I can explain any parts of it you didn’t totally understand. We can discuss it again after that, all right?

Mishka: Do you mean it?

Nikolai: You know I’m not in the habit of saying stuff I don’t mean.

Mishka: So, we might be able to start a family after all?

Nikolai: We're already a family.

Mishka: You know what I mean.

Nikolai: All I can promise at this point as that I'm going to learn as much as I can about this whole science baby thing, and then we'll revisit the idea of growing our family afterward. And if we ultimately decide science isn't for us, there's still adoption.

Mishka: Really?

Nikolai: I told you I wasn't against us having a child, but that doesn't mean one of us has to literally have one. They wouldn't be biologically ours, but you're not your parents' biological child either, and look how well you turned out thanks to them.

Mishka: That's true. Our parents saved me and Vika from a bad situation, and we had an amazing childhood with them and our brothers and sister. If it wasn't for them adopting us, I don't know if we'd even be around.

Nikolai: If that's the case, then I'm in their debt because I can't imagine a world without you in it.

Mishka: Thank you.

Nikolai: I don’t know what I did, but if this is how you’re showing your gratitude, then you’re more than welcome.

Mishka: Thank you for taking me seriously. For loving me, and just… wanting me.

Nikolai: You’re the only one I want.

Mishka: Not everyone would.

Nikolai: Their loss. Anyway, they can’t have you now, even if they did want you. You’re mine, and I’m going to take you seriously and love you and want you forever.

Mishka: *whispering* Say it again please, that I’m yours.

Nikolai: You are mine, Mikhaïl Vasiliev. And I’m yours. No matter what. Forever.

Mishka: I love you

Nikolai: I love you too.

Mishka: You know what my mother says? She says love multiplies when you have a child.

Nikolai: Does she?

Mishka: Mm-hmm.

Nikolai: She has six, so I suppose she should know.

Mishka: I’ll be happy with one.

Nikolai: *amused* I’m going to agree to this in the end, aren’t I? To us having a baby.

Mishka: You don’t have to. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll understand, but it’d make me even more happy than I am now if you do. I… I’ve daydreamed about it, you know. Just a little bit.

Nikolai: Why do I get the feeling that’s an understatement?

Mishka: Okay. A lot. But, can’t you imagine how it’d feel to watch someone grow and to help them learn everything about the world? And how nice would it be for you to come home from work to two people who see you as the center of their world instead of only one?

Nikolai: Is that what your mother means by love multiplying?

Mishka: Yes, I think so.

Nikolai: It does sound nice.

Mishka: It probably won’t be wonderful and perfect all the time, but I think the good moments would definitely outweigh the bad ones.

Nikolai: Let’s think it over, like we agreed. Maybe we can get some advice from our parents, and maybe from Stan and Milena too. I’m getting the message that you really want this, but I haven’t given it nearly the attention you obviously have, and if I’m going to get on board, I need to know exactly what we’re getting into. Does that sound like a fair plan?

Mishka: Yes, that’s fair.

Nikolai: Good. Now, let’s try to get some sleep, okay? We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow. I promised Milena I’d come over and help her get their extra rooms ready for Ginger and Sebastian. They’ll be here in a few days, and don’t forget your friend Sam will be here tomorrow afternoon.

Mishka: Right. We have to meet Sam at the airport. With everyone arriving, it makes me realize how close our wedding is.

Nikolai: We should probably focus on that first, and then the baby stuff later.

Mishka: You can. I still might multitask.

Nikolai: *laughing softly* Of course. I should’ve expected that. Go ahead then, future Papa. Multitask all you like.

[numinousmysteries]

literally just rambling about the x files/msr/ivf arc/william/season 11 etc.

Thinking more about the IVF arc living in season 6 before Mulder and Scully were actually in a relationship (which makes total sense considering @randomfoggytiger's post here and how awkward/strained their interactions in the Per Manum flashbacks were) and I just really, really love that idea.

I'm all for fics where they have sex after the "never give up on a miracle" scene, but in my personal head canon, I like to think of them getting together several months to a year later (post-Millennium for me; depends on where in time you place the IVF scenes in season 6). That way, it's not out of sadness, or pity, or desperation, or even an unspoken secret desire that they'd get their "miracle" naturally. It's just simply because they love each other and are tired of denying it.

I think at some point (post-IVF; before or after they get together, I haven't decided yet) Mulder might have told Scully he'd be open to trying for a baby another way, whether that's an egg donor, surrogate, adoption or whatever, but otherwise put the ball in Scully's court and she said she'd think about it. I imagine the IVF failure was probably traumatic enough that she didn't want to try anything else right away and just didn't bring it up again (or at least didn't until Requiem; maybe she would've down the line if she wasn't pregnant then and he didn't get abducted).

So from like Millennium through Requiem, they're happily together just the two of them. And in the moment, that's totally more than enough. I used to think the IVF arc took place during that time, but now I'm thinking that would just add so much stress and sadness to what should've been an exciting, happy time for them that I'm now glad they got it out of the way earlier.

My ideal series ending is Existence—Mulder and Scully happy with their miracle baby—but I also think it could have ended happily with just the two of them IF AND ONLY IF William had never existed in the first place.

Once he's given up for adoption and/or whatever the fuck happened to him in My Struggle IV happens, I think they'll always be broken. And that's not something an afterthought of a late-in-life baby is going to fix. If CC was trying to give us the happiness of Existence in the Season 11 ending, I hope he realizes he totally failed because there's no making up for what he did to William.

This is my long, rambling way of saying that I wouldn't have hated ending the series at Requiem with Mulder (non-abducted) and Scully (non-pregnant) but happily together.

[bellyprincess]

My wife says I'm spending too much time with you, but it's only because you're our surrogate. I'd pamper her, but she didn't want to carry our baby because "it'd ruin her figure". What a load of bs. I guess I'll just keep spoiling you, you know, for the baby.

I mean it, just for the baby. It's totally not because you have bigger tits than her. Especially not ones with thick nipples that leak milk all the time. Or because of that fat bellybutton. If she was pregnant and flaunted it like you do, I wouldn't keep my hands off. But you're pregnant, so I'll just keep rubbing my princess's belly.

She didn't want to ruin her perfect figure, and that was fine because my perfect figure was being exactly like this: big, round, and almost painfully swollen with babies. Before we even inseminated me, she wasn't sure about it, judging me for how pudgy and curvy my plus sized body was, but she rationalized that the way my body looked is exactly why she didn't want kids herself. Though there wasn't a lot to complain about, she got her figure, I got mine.

The first few months were fine, and she didn't say anything, but as your big baby grew inside of me, she started with her smart remarks more often. "Are you really supposed to be this big already?" "We're paying you for one baby, not two." "You do know, we're an affluent family, correct? Perhaps you should dress more decently then."

Her words didn't bother me. I had a perfectly healthy, huge baby growing inside of me, and I had you to rub my huge belly and relieve my swollen milky tits from the outside. She complains about you spoiling me and all you have to do is give her a snide comment about how I'm doing what she wouldn't and then she shuts up, allowing you to go back to rubbing over my swollen middle. Watching us, she wants to make a comment about how she doesn't think sucking on my leaking milky tits is an appropriate way to help, but after your last reply, she says nothing.

Now that we're months into the pregnancy, she stews with a feeling of jealousy. She wants to be doted on like that. Her eyes linger on my tits for longer than normal, and it makes me smirk to see her then trail her eyes to my belly, which is truly so big it does look like there's two. Though everytime someone asks how many I have in me, I just tell them that you did such an amazing job with giving me one perfect baby.

She hates the way my belly button is so obscenely popped out, I enter every room belly button first, and each time she watches, her thighs press together. Not to mention the way my nipples are so thick they look like thumbs pressing through my shirts. It almost makes her mad to see how constantly leaky and milky my chest is. Every time she turns around, they're dripping white liquid, and you're more than eager to be so nice and clean them up for me. And then to alleviate the pressure in them too!

The way I waddle has her hands wandering down to her own belly, gently pressing it in a subconscious admittance. She wished she were me. She wished she was as big as I am. She wished you sucked on her tits and played with her belly button like you did for me. Maybe...maybe the next baby she would have! But, a small part of her felt sad at that thought. If she had the next baby, then she wouldn't be able to watch my obscenely fat and swollen figure adapt to carrying your big baby again.

But...perhaps if she asked me to carry the next baby and then just so happened to be off her birth control at the same time... She rubbed her clit faster at the thought of both her and I being so hugely pregnant together. Her orgasm washed over her as her other hand rubbed her perfectly flat belly, wishing that it was already swelling. She decided. Next time, you'd have two very pregnant women to pamper.

[snifflesthemouse]

The press will never touch something that is so widely spoken about in the world and online... eventually, the voices will get so loud they'll have no choice.

I cannot deny something is wrong with the pregnancy situation in the sense of secrecy.

This author finds no fault or issue with using surrogacy; in fact, had Meghan used a surrogate, it would've been revolutionary for changing stigma surrounding adoption and surrogacy. But... they made it seem all shameful and dirty.

There is a chance she was pregnant, that she wasn't big enough as she wanted to show off, and she pulled the equivalent of stuffing her bra with her bump. But I don't buy that... here's why.

I've had 3 live births, 1 miscarriage, and yes, one abortion. It was either me or having a malformed child who would die anyway with me. That's weird... it's the first time I've said that out loud. It hurt more than I expected... but this author isn't here for that discussion...

I know personally, as do many women out there, that you CANNOT PHYSICALLY do certain things. We've all seen the pops and the photos. I swear... it's like she thought she could pull it off like Harry was that dumb. After the 4th month, anyone close would know what's up.

You don't have to be a mother or a woman even... if a corncob pipe had eyes, and Meghan Markle was literally anyone else... the press would've eaten this alive.

How crazy it must be to be sued by them while knowing that what you could really put out would literally break the cornerstone of Monarchy.

Charles, Meghan, if you read this... listen up (we all know they don't, but I like to pretend.):

One of y'all will bluff. Charles, it best come from you when the truth comes. Meghan has cut you off every announcement and even has her family working to undermine your Coronation... you're about to find out. Narcissism forces the hand... the saying "I'd rather cut off my moon bump to spite my father in law instead of continuing this charade" will be historical. Jk jk

Who is running these folks' PR teams? Because the longer the Queen is gone, the more that good will toward Monarchy dies. Charles is compliant.

This right here was taken from IG... it's right in our faces. It may not be true, these specific children may not be them. But the fact this has gone on for YEARS with no more than a peep from press... well remember Beyonce?

My eyes do not deceive me. Your eyes do not. We cannot deny there is something off. And I'm convinced it will destroy the Monarchy if not handled with care.

Yet another road trip, but I'll be getting to my messages and all this morning, no later than this evening.

[policemanofprincesspark]

Since I became larrie and being aware about the whole bbg, I said to myself that I won´t dive into it because I wasn´t there when it all was happening and so I just trust other old-days larries who were there that L is not a father and whatever was happening back then, I don´t want to dive into it. But there´s one question that came to my mind and wondering if anyone actually considered it. You wrote about how Sony might looked for L´s lookalike for sperm donor but what if they actually made L to do that (so he hadn´t had to actually sleep whoever woman got pregnant)? I mean it´s much easier than looking for lookalike. Maybe it´s crazy but does anyone considered this question? And that´s why F looks like L even many larries don´t want to admit it? So L is actually a father but he never slept with the woman.

So I actually fully believed exactly what you just said for a few months in 2023.

I assume you've read about the Sunglass Hut ordeal? The day F was born, Louis presumably called the paps on himself as he shopped around at a Sunglass Hut. Someone in the fandom (either a plant by Louis or an actual fan) figured out the connection between Sunglass Hut and pregnancy. They found this clip:

Transcription:

Rachel: Hey, Joey? What would you do if someone that you slept with told you that she was pregnant?

Joey: Who called here? Did she sound blonde? Huh? Did she have an accent? I gotta make a call. Should've never walked into that Sunglass Hut!

Rachel: Oh, Joey! Joey, it's not you! You didn't get anybody pregnant!

This image in particular is often spread around by larries whenever they discuss the Sunglass Hut incident:

But that image leaves out the most important line, which comes right after.

Rachel: Oh, Joey! Joey, it's not you! You didn't get anybody pregnant!

A few days after fans make this connection, Louis follows Matt LeBlanc on twitter. Matt LeBlanc is the actor who plays Joey. So, we took that as confirmation that he was indeed referencing this scene. We know that 1D were fans of the show Friends too, so it's not out of bounds that Louis would have seen the episode and taken that joke as an opportunity to tell us, "hey, I didn't get her pregnant."

Now, none of that proves Louis didn't just donate his sperm to her. And I 100% do not believe that F is the surrogate child of Louis and Harry, considering how upset Harry was after the announcement that Louis was going to be a dad (and no, it wasn't because he found out Louis cheated on him; that's not possible, since Harry shaded the pregnancy about a month or so ahead of the announcement, so he already knew), and considering all the shading and the song Kiwi.

So, we're left with a possibility: maybe Sony forced or coerced Louis to use his own sperm to father a child, essentially forcing him to have a child.

And to that I say, if that were the case, Harry and Louis would have taken that as an opportunity to have and raise the child together, which they aren't doing.

[themomsandthecity]

Chrissy Teigen Was Accused of Faking Her Pregnancy - and She Responded With Receipts

You think internet commenters can't get any worse, and then they manage to top themselves. Recently, Chrissy Teigen posted a cute and totally innocuous picture of Esti, her youngest child, to Instagram - and at least one commenter took that as an opportunity to accuse Teigen of having faked her pregnancy (and possibly all her pregnancies) and used a surrogate instead. View this post on Instagram A post shared by chrissy teigen (@chrissyteigen) To be clear, there's nothing wrong with using a surrogate, and people who use surrogates are often unfairly criticized. For example, Priyanka Chopra was accused of "outsourcing" her pregnancy in using a surrogate, and it was even implied that she wouldn't feel maternal attachment to her child because she hadn't carried the baby herself. How someone chooses to build a family is no one's business but their own. And accusing anyone of "faking" a pregnancy is both bizarre and offensive. Yet this isn't the first time it's happened to a celebrity. When Beyoncé was pregnant with her first child, she was accused of wearing a prosthetic stomach - a rumor she later spoke about, saying, "It wasn't hurtful, it was just crazy," according to Billboard. In Teigen's case, the commenter stated that the author and model had used a "moonbump" to take her pregnancy. Teigen didn't appear to take the comment all that seriously, reposting a screenshot of it to her Instagram Stories with the caption, "obsessed with this comment," then posting a picture of her getting her cesarean section, with the text, "Extremely realistic 'moon bump,'" according to screenshots posted on BuzzFeed. Teigen has also spoken publicly about her pregnancies and deliveries, telling People that after two vaginal deliveries, she "was kind of excited" to have a C-section with Esti. "I like that I've seen both experiences," Teigen told People. While the commentary around her C-section seemed to come from one completely off-base commenter (who also claimed to be a "huge fan" of the model), most of the comments on the post were, appropriately, gushing about the cute picture. But it's always infuriating to see someone make this sort of speculation about another person's body. So it's worth the reminder: other people's pregnancies and birth experiences are no one else's business and not up for debate or questioning - in the comments section of an Instagram post or anywhere else. https://www.popsugar.com/family/chrissy-teigen-responds-to-accusation-of-faking-pregnancy-49170093?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[jelloandbeer]

"I've wanted kids since I was a kid." she admitted softly. She didn't bring it up often, mainly because that was a level of commitment that CJ Hardeman wasn't known for and she had a reputation, and a heart, to protect. She wanted a family, maybe not marriage but she wanted a person.

Well, she wanted Chris but in her mind it was the same thing. She wasn't sure how to say it, but it was a fact.

"I just don't wanna get pregnant." she tilted her head a little. "But I got lucky, my family has enough money that I ain't gotta. We could adopt, we could use a surrogate. We got options." she didn't even realize she'd answered his question without meaning to. Did she want it with him? She couldn't imagine it with anyone else. No one else would compete. "Unless you wanna get pregnant. Actually, we should practice that." she teased.

"You want kids one day?"

The baker looks up from his record shelf upon hearing CJ's question. That was new. Cj wasn't one to bring up kids too often and Chris never brought it up out of prioritizing her being comfortable. While the young Luna wasn't in a rush to have a little one, he did think about a potential kid. Usually whenever he would help set up birthday parties or see parents teaching their kids to skate.

The Lunas did a good job after his parents passed, although not without their issues. So Chris was always a little anxious on whether or not he would be a good parent. Would he be too lenient? Would they like him? Most importantly, would CJ want to have kids?

A brief pause soon followed before he finally tirned to the Hardeman heir.

"One day," Chris began, "I mean it would be nice to have a little one to show cool stuff to and help them be a mostly good member of society. But not anytime soon...I still need to get my shit together."

Says the man damn near running his family's bakery.

"What makes ya ask? Would you want to have kids one day? You would want me as a baby daddy?"

[ @jelloandbeer ]

[poppy-metal]

eremin x surrogate reader pleasee omg foaming at the mouth

no bc I've been thinking abt this concept all day now you don't understand. established eremin wanting a baby n asking someone they trust, you, to carry it for them 🥺 it turns into something much more intense than any of you were expecting too.

didn't realize how fucking attracted they are to you until they're fucking you full of cum 🥺 babbling when eren holds your thighs up and open for armin to fuck into you easily, it gets out of hand when his lips get loose, starts mumblin' to himself as he works into your cunt over and over again "gonna be such a good momma. f-fuck. you're gonna be so full, good mommy, good girl, take all of my c-cum, that's it-"

n then you're lost in in, helplessly biting into erens arm as your own hands slide down to assist his in keeping yourself spread open and wide, hiccuping. "p-please. make me a mommy. fuck me, fuck me. wanna give you guys a baby- oh"

n then when eren fucks you, because they can't trust just one load to get you pregnant, he folds you into a mating press, armins cum plugged into your frothy pussy bc hes barely pulling out, except to swivel his hips in small intervals, his heavy balls pushing against your ass with every motion. n he growls "you feel that, baby? how fucking full i am for you. its all going-" he pulls out just a little, sticky white fluid of armins cum making the squelch loud when he pushes back into your creamy hole "-right inside you. gonna turn that cunt into a mommycunt." huffs when that makes you squeal and weakly flutter around him. "yeah you want that, huh? wanna be our little breeding bitch who takes our fat loads into your sloppy little pussy? wanna make us happy?"

n you nod and babble yes, yes, yes. happily taking his load on top of armins, milking him for all he has and letting him hold your legs up to keep their cum inside for awhile after, until they're both content it took.

the relationship wasn't supposed to go further then what it was. sure the sex got carried away but you were just supposed to carry their baby, so it comes as a shock when they start treating you like you're supposed to be their little housewife. absolutely furious with you when you're not even a month pregnant yet, but you say yes to going out, to a party. they seethe. show up and drag you home like they have a right too.

eren all up in your face like "you're the mother of our child. you don't let other men sniff around you. got it?"

and when you stiffen and snatch your hand away, say "the baby is yours, yes. but im not. ill do and be with who i want"

Its both the wrong and right thing to say. eren gets mean and armin gets manipulative. next thing you know your little scrappy dress is being shoved up your thighs and you're being pushed onto the couch, your bare pussy on display. armin puts your head in his lap, and you yelp when eren delivers a sharp, brutal slap to your core.

they punish you that way, eren 'correcting' your behavior. "what did i say this was?" he tells you, when he's done, your sore pussy throbbing and you sobbing when you feel the thick blunt head of his cock slide between your shamefully damp folds "huh?" he goads when he slides it inside, "she's ours" he answers for you. 'She' being your pussy. "you don't get to slut her out to anyone else. not when something that belongs to us, is inside. you wanna get fucked? you come to us. you ask for fuckin permission"

above you armin strokes your hair, "you're not very good at being a mommy yet, but we'll train you till you understand" his voice mock sympathy. you feel him shift under you as eren fucks you n he sits up a little to shove down his shorts. his tone is all mock innocence when he says "maybe you should be bred in other places too" n guides your mouth over his cock, feeding it to you, biting his lip and moaning when you whimper around him stuffing your little throat. "good mommy" he croons at you. "make your future daddy cum, yeah?"

[twopoppies]

Thank you Gina, here are my prompts. Just a quick disclaimer, I've never written prompts before so I have no idea if they are too detailed or not detailed enough...

Historical (victorian) AU prompts:

Harry (his father isn't in the picture, his mother is very sick (maybe dementia), his older sister, Gemma doesn't want to marry -she's quite progressive. They are very private people) is new in town and attends a ball (he keeps to himself and stays in the shadows, so noone pays him any mind) where he first lays eyes on louis (who is an eldest son, his father passed away so he's the head of the house. Has an array of younger sisters and brothers) and falls for him. The next time he meets louis (at a ball again) he pretends to be a girl (he and Gemma are very close so he confides in her, she helps her get a dress and do his makeup and hair), and gets louis' attention. They dance, talk, and get to know each other. Louis starts courting him and then inevitably falls for him (thinking he's a girl). Since the Styles are new in town and Harry only had one public appearance when he wasn't dressed as a woman, no-one suspects anything. If his mum has dementia, she might even believe that Harry (aka Harriet) was always a girl.

Louis eventually asks for harry's hand, and he only then realised what he has done. He tries to break off the engagement but can't come up with a good enough reason, and louis doesn't let him go. Harry can't make himself leave him because a small part of him wants to believe that Louis will love him as a man as well. So they get married, only for louis to realise after the ceremony that harry is actually a man (maybe harry tells him, maybe he only learns the truth when he takes harry to bed and is surprised by what he finds under the wedding dress).

They have to work things out, but that part I leave to the imagination of the dear author, but I'd be happy to help come up with the rest too! Obviously if someone wants to use this prompt they are free to make it their own and change it however they like, but I imagine it to be angsty, moody, and a bit dark. With eventual smut, but I'm fine without it as well :)

And then I have some similar but less thought through ideas as well (also set in the victorian era):

1. harry and louis fall in love and want to get married, but obviously they aren't allowed to so they decide to make harry disappear. Harry reappears as a woman a couple months later, they pretend to court, and then get married. They still have to keep harry's identity a secret, so everyone thinks he's a woman. They navigate life to the best of their abilities, but the steward at their estate suspects something. They have to convince him of harry's womanhood, so they decide to announce that harry is pregnant (fake belly and everything). They maybe adopt in secret, or one of their family members who knows their secret agrees to be their surrogate etc. Obviously happy ending.

2. louis' best friend (I'd imagine the best friend to be niall) wants to play a prank on him, so he asks his cousin (harry) who is visiting town to dress up as a woman and try to seduce him. Harry ends up falling for him and asks niall to keep his identity a secret so he can woo louis. Louis reciprocates his feelings but harry is scared that if he found out that he's actually a man he would be disgusted. Louis actually knew he wasn't a real woman from the beginning (maybe when they were dancing harry got a bit too excited and louis felt it...), but is scared that harry is just pretending to like him and would be appalled by him if he confessed he knows, so doesn't say anything.

None of these are meant to be dress kink fics, but obviously if someone wants to write them that way, be it haha.

Hi, darling. Thank you. Hopefully someone looking for detailed prompts will see this!

[bunk12bear]

Steddie Kids

I've been stuck with the random urge to imagine Steve and Eddie's children/future for some reason. These are written with them both being cis but can be adjusted accordingly if you want one or both of them to be trans.

Steve and Eddie both end up being teachers and end up settling in Chicago using government hush money to buy a nice duplex with Robin and her partner( when people ask how they can afford it they just shrug and say that Steve had Rich parents). I fell in love with Jewish eddie so the kids grow up celebrating both Christian and Jewish holidies.

They all have Eddie's last name because I love the idea of Steve not wanting oto taint something as precious as his children with everything the Harrington name represents or contribute to his Dad having any sort of legacy. Does that make sense logistically I don't know and I don't have any particular urge to figure that out at the moment so 🤷‍♀️

Sarah Munson

Born May 11th 1995( did I make their eldest born in 95 because that was the year I was born, yes yes I did)

Born via a surrogate with eddies DNA and a doner egg

Named after the protagonist in The Labyrinth( Steve and Eddie went to see it on their first date)

Lesbian

she/they

Dark curly hair and big brown doe eyes like Eddie but tan skin and a fuller figure from her bio mom

5' 7"

Whether it's nature or nurture she ends up taking after Eddie loving all things fantasy and Dungeons & Dragons. She also falls in love with alt music/style but ends up going more of a punk/Riot grrrl direction much to Eddie's horror( to be clear I don't think Eddie would super buy into the punk metal rivalry but I love the idea of them getting into albeit friendly arguments about the merits of each genre)

Anthropology PhD student(studying the effect of American mass media on global cultures) and activist

ADHD/Autistic but doesn't struggle in school the same way Eddie did because he and Steve pushed to get her diagnosed when she's little so she has an IEP from kindergarten( to be clear I also think Eddie is ADHD autistic and that's why he struggled so much in school)

Daniel "Danny"Munson

Born july 2nd 1998

Born via a surrogate and a donor egg like Sarah but with Steve's DNA this time

Named for Danny Zuko( I have completely fallen in love with the idea that Steve loves Grease)

arro ace

He/him

Ends up looking like a near carbon copy of Steve except for with black hair and gray eyes from his bio mom

5' 11"

Is athletic like Steve but also follows in his aunt Robin's footsteps and joins the marching band so he only plays sports that don't conflict. Despite for taking in to school activities that put him in a bit of a spotlight he's actually rather shy and soft spoken often having to have his big sister stand up for him. Struggles with reading but still loves discussing books with Eddie and his aunt Nancy. Pretty simple style-wise jeans and a t-shirt kind of guy.

Started a program abused neglected under privileged children both to teach them practical life skills like cooking in taxes and applying for a job but also to offer a warm supportive environment( inspired by learning about how his dads grew up)

Dyslexic; was also diagnosed Young

Charlotte and James Munson

Twins born January 31st 2000

Adopted after a younger coworker got pregnant unexpectedly and realized that she couldn't mentally be a mother but wanted them to go to a good home( birth mom is still heavily involved but fills more of an aunt role)

Named my their birth mom

Both Bi( had a crush on the same guy once it was a problem until they realize he wasn't interested in either of them)

she/her and they/them

Both have red hair and freckles( their aunt Max is delighted to have more redheads and the weird family all the upside down crew have formed over the years) but Charlotte has green eyes and James has brown

5'2" and 5'6"

both theater kids( once try to switch rules before realizing that only works with identical twins) and mischievous( yes they've been compared to the Weasley twins yes they were devastated when they found out what happened to Fred) Charlotte falls in love with Fiber Arts after helping their Middle School Drama teacher create the costumes for one of their plays. Mostly designs sew and clothing but and also knit sew and embroider. James is a writer. The twins used to put on little plays and he'd write the scripts but mostly sticks to poetry and prose as he gets older. James is an ideas guy where is Charlotte is more practical and helps him bring the ideas to life. James is more spontaneous where as Charlotte likes to stick with a routine. Charlotte style is rather eclectic and tends to shift around is mostly comprised of clothing she made or altered herself. James is one of those people that went full vintage day to day he looks like he stepped straight out of the 1920s

costume designer( Charlotte) Author/retail until his career takes off

I considered adding two more kids but I figured four was a big family while being a bit more manageable then six. However the absolutely do road trip like Steve was imagining. I could probably do a bit more to separate the twins but to avoid cliche I didn't want to make them complete opposites or exactly the same so I tried to balance the two.

Also none of them are straight because that's just how I roll is it statistically likely no do I care also no.

[professorsparklepants]

good evening transformers fans i'm here to inflict my elaborate tfa flavored soup verse where nijika is perceptor's techno-organic daughter on you.

perceptor found out about sari and after emailing dr. sumdac decided there wasn't a large enough sample size for any meaningful data on human based techno-organics to be extrapolated. obviously this is unacceptable and he has no choice but to make his own.

for the dna he contacts miko nakadai, friend of bulkhead and first human to study on cybertron. she's trying to become a qualified space bridge tech so she can go back to earth and blow holes in space/time as her full time job. (important information: she still dresses like that.)

miko thinks being essentially the surrogate for a robot baby sounds awesome. she doesn't even have to waste a year being pregnant? count her in.

(this is the part where i mention that miko's parents spend the rest of their lives calling perceptor their son in law as a joke.)

miko gives nijika her human name. she wanted to know if perceptor was gonna give her a cybertronian name but perceptor informed her that new builds pick their own names, and he's willing to wait until she's old enough to choose herself.

(she does eventually and it's skydancer!)

perceptor then takes 70 years worth of personal leave so he has time to raise the baby. sorry he can't help run cybertron he and his science experiment (loving, affectionate) are learning to fly kites in the park.

she's mostly home schooled but she does go to the human embassy on weekends to learn about human culture. this does include eating food, since i decided being techno-organic means she can drink energon and perceptor knows enough about food storage to know he's not gonna be able to do it properly.

after one of her human culture lessons she asks if she can call perceptor her dad because he's also "a primary caretaker who dedicates themselves to the physical and emotional well being a growing human." if robot cars could cry perceptor WOULD be doing it right now.

perceptor has primary custody but nijika does go to visit miko (who she doesn't call mom, as is both their preference) and miko's parents (who tell her to call them her grandparents) a lot. she develops an interest in japanese street fashion, especially ones using vintage kimono.

perceptor's apartment is decked out in crazy hamster ramps so his tiny daughter can get around.

i forgot to mention that this takes place in the same verse as @sroloc--elbisivni's very good tfa simpatico fic, because it lives in my head rent free. nijika meets brainstorm and has the flight frame version of a ring of keys moment. he builds her a jetpack that folds into a maiko obi shape when she's not using it.

windblade is her second rings of keys moment & she models the robot form of her teenage frame update after her, but with more geisha influence than oiran.

she also asks perceptor get her a sword. he says no.

[this-is-quite-homoerotic]

Yo! What did you think of the Expectant audio? I think it's the only TW audio that I listened to and thought mmm, that could've been so much more :( I get that it needed to have action and adventure but it kinda felt really obvious that the writer wasn't comfortable with Barrowman's dream. I think I expected better after how good so many audios like Broken have been :(

I’ll forgo spoilers in the first part for those who haven’t listened to the audio but might be interested in seeing a review, but there’ll be spoilers under the cut!

Anon, I agree with you! It definitely could have been so much better. I actually like the concept of the audio a lot, but the execution was... not to my taste, let’s say. To be fair, it really is a matter of taste, I personally didn’t like the humour, it did not mesh well with my sensibilities, though I also think it felt... outdated? I’m talking specifically about the sense of humour here.

The kind of jokes they made felt like something I might have found funny in the early 2000s when I didn’t know any better, before I examined some of the tropes/messages/expectations I’d absorbed from society and media (more about this under the cut because spoilers). The thing that bothered me the most about it was that it felt to me like the humour in it had not caught up to 2020 sensibilities, and Expectant is, first and foremost, a comedy piece. So if the humour’s failing then that’s a big problem.

Your mileage may vary, though, humour is a matter of taste after all. Interestingly, I actually think John Barrowman enjoyed the script and had fun getting to act it out? This is just the impression I got (certainly, he might have played it a bit differently if he didn’t), and I think this might be a generational thing as well as a matter of taste and sense of humour.

Spoilers below

As I said, I actually love the general concept of the audio: Jack, grieving and at a loss for what to do in the face of losing half his team, offers to carry an old alien friend’s child for them when political scheming means the unborn child might be in danger, in the hopes of ensuring the child’s safety, political stability for several planets, and (it is implied) as a symbol of hope that there’s good things in the universe too, not just loss and devastation.

There are obvious obstacles to Jack carrying a pregnancy while still being an active Torchwood agent, which is an interesting and fun thing that’s explored from the first scene: Jack has got used to being immortal and doing his job might well get him killed. Normally this isn’t a problem but if he dies while pregnant the baby can die too. But Torchwood is understaffed and still adapting to being a three-person team, so Jack has agreed to carrying the baby only if he can keep on working.

An interesting premise, vaguely tied in with a big moment from the show and the emotional fallout which wasn’t explored much in the show itself (Tosh and Owen’s deaths and how they affected Jack), some stakes from the get-go, plus a new original alien character (Jonty). So far, so good.

There are two main things that got in the way of me enjoying the audio: 1) how Jack was depicted as being hysterical during the pregnancy (and this being played for laughs), and 2) the indirect fatshaming (literally why, this was so unnecessary).

In the first case, they decided to write Jack as so emotionally unbalanced by the hormonal changes of the pregnancy that he had severe mood swings, with him breaking down crying supposedly triggered by insignificant things (like when he cries over a cupcake? Or something similar, I can’t be bothered to check). Jack having a meltdown would not be a bad thing to explore in an audio, except it felt to me as though they were using it as a joke? Like a “ha ha look how messed up he is by being pregnant, he’s so hormonal and out of control, isn’t that hilarious? Isn’t it so funny that this character is breaking down like a hormonal woman? Isn’t his pain just the funniest thing you’ve heard? :))))” (Sidenote but I also felt like John Barrowman overacted in these scenes, it didn’t sound like he was crying, it sounded like he was play-acting crying, and that didn’t help.)

The second thing was the whole fat camp-style spa subplot. While trying to get Jack to safety, Jonty takes Jack, who is heavily pregnant and showing, to a ““health spa”“ (read: weight-loss place) where Jack is put under a strict unhealthily-restrictive diet (especially given that he’s pregnant??), controlled by the overbearing spa lady (she literally takes food off his hands and watches him like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t “”overeat””), repeatedly fat-shamed, and this is all presented as a funny gag, presumably because he’s not really fat, he’s just pregnant! But people don’t know because he’s male/male-presenting, so all the micro-aggressions and abuse he’s subjected to are funny, right? Jack not being allowed to eat despite being hungry and heavily-pregnant is totally something to laugh at, surely (/s).

Disclaimer: this is not actually portrayed as though the fat-shaming is righteous and just behaviour, it’s sort of implied that the “”health-nuts”“ running the place were obsessive and weird, but that doesn’t change the fact that the whole subplot could have been something else entirely? Like, they obviously thought this was funny. Also, I won’t get into specifics but I am personally sensitive to these issues, so I can definitely see how some people might not be turned off by this at all; as I said, your mileage may vary and this is my own take on it.

So, these are my main issues with the audio. I don’t think the writer was uncomfortable with the concept as you say, Anon; I’d actually argue the opposite. It’s just that their take on it and their sense of humour were maybe not very in-tune with modern sensibilities (or with mine, at least) and the story suffered for it.

They took a look at the idea (a male/male-presenting character being pregnant) and came up with the worst tired comedy tropes for it: mood swings (and the resulting distress) played up for laughs, an emphasis on how big the character got being made fun of/criticised with an incomprehensible fatshaming subplot, they even threw in a reference that Jack’s previous pregnancy (mentioned in his first line in ep 1 of Torchwood) was a student prank (because men being pregnant is funny, I guess). Okay, that last one is a bit unfair, I just didn’t like it. They could have made Jack’s first pregnancy something meaningful (him carrying a friend’s child as a surrogate out of love for that friend, him carrying his own child born out of a relationship, etc.) but instead they made it into a cheap one-liner joke, and yeah it does fit into the tone of the audio, but that’s the problem: I did not like the overall tone of it.

There were some scenes with Ianto that were nice, and a couple of Owen and Tosh mentions that I enjoyed, and it’s interesting that you mention the action and adventure in your ask because I actually didn’t mind those aspects at all? The action was fine with me, it was the non-action parts mostly that bothered me (the emotional tone and sense of humour like I said).

This is probably more thoughts that you wanted but I was quite disappointed with this one (and I was so looking forward to canon mpreg), so I thought I’d take the opportunity to explain why. I do acknowledge that it was a matter of my own sense of humour and sensibilities not meshing well with the writer’s (I just checked and to my shock the writer is a woman; I would have put money on them being a cis man).

This one missed the mark with me. Badly.

[omgbigfluffwriting]

The Donor chapter 1

JJ's POV 

I was worried. My best friend's desk was covered with brochures about traditional surrogacy after Garcia left. I thought maybe he was taking not having kids too far, as he had a year after Maeve died. "Spence, I didn't know you were in the market for a surrogate." I said to my friend who had just come back with a new cup of coffee.

"It's something I'm just considering, Jayje." Reid replied as he sat down. "I haven't met my soulmate yet." He'd thought Maeve was his soulmate but she had made it very clear to him during his brain bleed 7 months ago that she hadn't been. I guess his brain was trying to tell him something.

Because I didn't make this offer lightly and it was Reid - my best friend, "You didn't consider asking me?" I asked. Spencer looked at me.

"JJ, you're married and the mother of my godsons. That would be highly inappropriate, not to mention unfair to Will and the boys." Spencer replied, making my heart sink. Why was he so stupidly stubborn? Didn't he get that I would do anything for him?

"I'm just worried that a surrogate you might choose will take advantage of you, Spence." I explained. Spencer started cleaning off his desk in annoyance, something he did as a distraction. "With me you wouldn't have to worry about that."

"I appreciate your concern, but it is really inappropriate." He murmured. Which for Spencer, amounted to his saying, 'Keep your nose out of my business…'

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Reader POV:

It's funny how you can find your soulmate through the most ridiculous of decisions. When I lost my first husband and child to a drunk driver, I skipped denial altogether and was furious with myself. What if I had insisted that my husband stay home a few more days instead of driving over a mountainous icy pass? Both he and my daughter might still be alive today if I had just been a little more persistent.

My fury lasted two months. Each stage up to acceptance lasted two months in fact. When I reached acceptance, I had no more fucks to give... I was well and truly broken, believing that my soulmate had been killed. Looking back, I’d loved my first husband but deep down, I somehow knew that he hadn't been the one Fate intended me to have.

For one thing, I shouldn't have been able to see him very clearly in my dreams. Second, my senses would have been on edge before meeting him and finally, there would be some mishap forcing us together.

Anyways, on the day I met Spencer, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a surrogate due to the many creeps that lied. In fact, I had ignored all warnings from both my friends and family about how it was best to wait for my soulmate to father my child. Up until the day I met Spencer... the first of the three signs, my visions, were extremely blurry.

There were a few profiles I'd been given that I wouldn't mind meeting with, if they were interested. One was a real estate broker, one was a high school teacher and the last one worked for the FBI as a profiler for the BAU. All but one didn't want contact with the resulting child or children. You can just guess who **did** want contact...

Truth be told, I kept coming back to the third profile quite often. There was something about him that piqued my interest, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on and I'd already been on edge for a week.

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[Dream Sequence]

I was heavily pregnant with my soulmate's children and listening to him read The Indian In The Cupboard while soft Mozart plays in the background. He suddenly stops and says, "Are you sure everything is okay, Y/N?"

"You asked that question 15 minutes ago." I chided with a giggle, snuggling up to him as he set the book down and lifted me onto his lap.

"You're frowning." He said.

"I just wish we could have met without making a contract for a baby..." I sighed.

"Yes but then we wouldn't be having our twins now." He murmured, affectionately stroking my swollen belly with two of his long fingers.

"Spencer, what did I tell you about that particular area?!" I yelped. My soulmate softly laughs.

"I can't help it." He said softly. I roll my eyes at this grand understatement.

[End Dream Sequence]

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Spencer POV

[Dream Sequence]

I was holding my soulmate close in bed. We both seemed exhausted when we heard a baby's cry. "My turn, Y/N." I murmured.

"It was your turn last time. Just because y/d/n is a complete Daddy's girl, does not mean you get to hog *all* the midnight feedings, Spencer." Y/N complained.

"You get to feed her during the day. I'm at work all day. Let me have the midnight feedings at least. She's not going to stop until one of us goes in." I shot back.

"Fine. You can have the midnight feedings." Y/N muttered.

[End Dream Sequence]

I blinked. I'd never even seen my soulmate during dreams before so to see her this clearly during a daydream took my breath away. Currently, I was concentrating on picking the mother of my prospective child from the files on my desk. I'd already gone through three of the five files and the choices so far had not impressed me. Every file so far indicated that the mother would not allow contact even if the donor wished it.

I couldn't donate under those circumstances. I sighed and opened the fourth, expecting the same. Instead, I see a photo of my soulmate. She'd written down on the form that if the donor wished, he could remain in contact with the child/children. I intended to be a hands on father for my kids.

“You okay, Spence?” JJ asked. I still was unsure if JJ had listened to me.

“Yeah. I think I've made my choice now.” I said as I gathered up my messenger bag and headed to the clinic.

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Reader POV

I was so focused on wanting to figure out what I was missing that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and bumped into a tall lean, wiry, gorgeous man with messy nearly shoulder length brown hair and mischievous, intelligent brown eyes. “I’m sorry.” I said immediately.

“It’s okay.” he said kindly. “I was preoccupied with something else.” I grinned and got up. Noticing my papers on the floor, I quickly picked them up. Our hands met when I reached for his file and I felt a quick electric spark as our bare skin made contact.

“I was considering sperm donors.” I said as I realized that his eye color was between the shades of milk chocolate and amber, not the shades of complete gray as I was accustomed to.

“Oh, you're going for surrogacy?” he asked out of curiosity. I nodded. “Well congratulations in advance to you and your...”

“I’m not married.” I blurt as his file fell open and my face turned scarlet. His lips made a perfect ‘O’ as he stared into my dark blue eyes.

“Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen.” he murmured, making me blink in shock. “Would you have dinner with me? Maybe we could talk about the contract, if you're still interested.” I nodded. We made arrangements to meet at 5:30 for dinner and as he walked away, I realized I didn't know his name. Disappointed, I headed home and after setting my alarm for 4:30 so I could get ready, I fell asleep.

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A half hour later, I was standing in front of the restaurant, waiting for him to show up. I was wearing a sweetheart dress in blue with white pumps and white jacket. "Y/N?" I turned to see the same tall, lean, wiry, gorgeous man that I had knocked over earlier stride over to me with messy nearly shoulder length brown hair and mischievous, intelligent brown eyes. I nervously nod. "Dr. Spencer Reid." He held out his hand for me to shake. I clasped it and gave him a firm handshake.

“I didn't think we had exchanged names...” I murmured as he opened the door to the restaurant for me.

“Oh we didn't. I’ve been looking into surrogacy myself and your file was the only one that interested me.” I blinked. Mutual interest? Rather unheard of at this time, because I had a friend who did the same thing as me and her donor couldn't even give a rat’s ass to care. “I’m surprised you're 13 years younger than me.”

“I wasn't expecting my soulmate to be older, either.” I replied evenly as we sat at our assigned table. He chuckled. “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m an FBI Agent with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. What about you?” he replied, then asked.

“Romance novelist.” I could tell that he was the type that didn't read romance novels. Probably not his style. However, he got an interested expression on his face.

“Hey, do you write under the pseudonym of Krysta Wickham?” I blinked in surprise and nodded. That was indeed my author’s pseudonym. “Blind Shot is my favorite novel.” Blind Shot was my first novel. I had based the hero off of my then-unknown soulmate in my dreams.

“I never pegged you for a romance reader.” I replied after the waitress took our order. Spencer smiled at me.

“My therapist wanted me to read outside of the box.” he said with a shrug. “Yours by far were the easiest to read... I'm surprised that I was able to connect with the hero, actually.”

“Thank you but I’m not.” I said with a smirk. He gave me a puzzled look. “Since Nicholas is technically based on you.”

“He is?” Spencer asked. I nodded.

“I’ve been having dreams about you since eighteen. Nicholas's tone and the way he says his words are based on you, or rather the dreams that I had.” I explained. Spencer nodded thoughtfully. “But back to what we're actually here to talk about.”

“I do want to be a hands on father.” he murmured. “I apologize if that is not what you're looking for...” I absolutely adored this man. He **was** my only choice.

“I would love it if my child had both parents in their lives.” I said softly as the waitress brought our meals.

He held my gaze and smiled. For a moment, I felt like Bella in Twilight when Edward dazzled her. “Have you planned anything?” he asked. I gave him a puzzled, blank look. “You’re not planning to get pregnant right away?”

“Well I was going to wait a bit since I wasn't expecting to find my soulmate, why?!” I asked out of worry that he might back out. He thinned his lips.

“I don't want our child to start life in a petri dish.” He explained. I blinked.

‘A turkey baster isn't the answer either...’ I thought with amusement. Aloud, I asked, “Come home with me after dinner?” He nodded.

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Spencer's POV:

I couldn't believe it. My new favorite romance author was my soulmate! She's gorgeous and I can't wait to get started on our child. I bit my lip. “What if...I want more than just one child with you?” I cautiously asked. She blushed.

“We’ll see.” Okay I admit, her answer was fair. We finished our meals, paid and headed to her house. When we got inside, she pulled a novel off her bookshelf and quickly scribbled something on the fly leaf before handing it to me. It was a first edition of Blind Shot. “I’ve been saving this copy for you.” I opened it.

It read, ‘To Spencer, the inspiration for Nicholas Carmichael, I love you so much and hope you don't mind being Nicholas. Love, Y/F/N Y/L/N aka Krysta Wickham.’

“Thank you.” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat and putting the book down on the coffee table. Suddenly her lips were upon mine; they were soft, and full. I was sure my heart skipped a beat. This was different from any of my rather limited experiences with women. Her kiss was unsure, though honest, I knew and somehow it made me want it to continue indefinitely. I brought my free hand up to cup her cheek and marveled at how soft her skin was. Her arms had somehow made it around the backside of my neck, and I was suddenly hyperaware of the large difference in our height. She stood on her toes, legs straining to keep her upright before her full weight was against me and I stumbled back to sit on the couch as I was very clumsy.

I was surprised when she tore my button down shirt off and unknotted my tie. The intimate touch of her hands against my bare chest was obvious and I think she enjoyed knowing just how affected I was by her touch. "Y/N," I protested when she began loosening my belt. "Don't you-" I cleared my throat suddenly. "-think the fact that I'm half-way undressed and you're not is a little unfair?" I asked.  

"Maybe I'm waiting for you to do something about that." she answered slyly as she grabbed my hands and brought them to the top of her dress. As I shakily began to unzip her dress, she once again began working my belt loose.

Soon our clothes, save for our underthings, were splayed across the sofa around us.  She once more straddled my waist as our lips met. One of my warm hands cupped her cheek, while the other deftly worked at unhooking the back of her bra. Her fingers hooked under the waistband of my briefs, slowly pulling them down to reveal my leaking manhood. 

I felt myself harden further for her as we made out on the couch. She loosened my belt and slipped her hand down to cup my growing bulge. “Spencer...” she moaned as she straddled me and her pussy met my bulge.

“Spence.” I breathlessly corrected as I took off her dress and bra, staring at her beautiful breasts. “Call me Spence and we should take this to the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable there.”  she nodded at the suggestion and got up to head for the bedroom. I was just a moment behind her, discarding my underwear before following.

Slowly, she slid her panties off for the first time, showing off her neatly trimmed bush. I swallowed convulsively as I took in her naked form.  Again we tumbled onto the bed, and I leaned over her, one knee parting her legs.

My lips met hers again. Slowly I left a trail of kisses down her throat. She reached for my head again, lacing her fingers through my brown locks, and pulled me back to face her. My brown eyes looked back at her, wordlessly questioning whether she wanted me to continue. She answered by kissing me and wrapping her legs around my backside. I grinned at her mischievously, and ran my hands languorously across her abdomen. I brought my head further south, trailing kisses down to her belly button, before coming up to flick my tongue at each of her pert nipples, bringing them to a stiffness for a reason other than being cold. 

I then enveloped one with my mouth, suckling lightly, my eyes looking up to meet her own lidded ones when she moaned in pleasure. I would not leave the other neglected, leaving her to wonder who had taught me to make love like this, if anyone had. Nobody had as my eidetic memory just kicked in and became beneficial.

She was taken by surprise when I moved lower, trailing kiss after kiss across her stomach, and then bent my head to her mound, pulling her legs up to rest on my shoulders for better access. Knowing that this would drive us both up the wall, I kissed her mound. “Spence...” she whined. I grinned again as I greedily sucked her clit.

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Reader POV

“Fuck, Spence.” I murmured as his stubble abraded my sensitive skin. He inserted his finger, though it wasn't long until he inserted a second.

“Isn’t that what I'm doing now, love?” he cheekily asked. "You know, I love the way you look with my fingers inside you."

“As much as I love that, I want your cock inside me Spence.” I moaned. For a second, I thought he would ignore my impulsive demand. “I need to feel you.”

“So, my fingers aren't working.” he sighed dramatically. It finally occurred to me that he was using Nicholas's lines from near the end of the first book.

“Are you seriously using Nicholas's lines from the book?” I asked. He laughed.

“I have an eidetic memory...” he said through his laughter. I snorted. “And I think you like that because you're finally orgasming.” He was right. I couldn't believe it. Between that and the slow, gentle thrusts of two of his long, piano fingers within me, once in a while brushing across a part of me that made me thrust back, the pleasure seemed to make something wind up tightly inside of me.

"Spencer," I gasped, "I want you inside me, now." I meant it as an order, though I was sure it sounded more like a plea.

"You're sure?" he queried.  

"Yes." It took a moment but Spencer brought my sex to nearly meet his own. I arched my hips towards him, begging him to just hurry up, impatient to quell the fire burning within. He fumbled a bit, missing his mark twice before he slowly entered me. I loosely wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to thrust, slowly, with utmost care. One hand caressed my body, while the other cradled my head as he kissed my lips once more. I eagerly tasted the mix of my juices with the bittersweet flavor that was all Spencer.

He found that spot within me, easily rubbing against it with each thrust of our hips crashing against each other. We worked into a frenzied pace, until finally that spring within me broke, unleashing wave after wave of euphoric pleasure while Spencer's thrusts continued, though now short and urgent. Suddenly he stilled, and I watched as every muscle tensed. 

Still recovering from my own climax, I could feel his throbbing length pulse as his own was met. I was, however, suddenly aware of my name being desperately muttered, and I smiled in satisfaction. Spencer tiredly kissed my neck. “Did you like my acting as Nicholas or...” he asked.

“That eidetic memory of yours sure came in handy.” I said, grinning. “Just warn me before you do it next time. I may want a recorder so that we can reenact Nicholas and Estella’s steamy scenes for my writing.”

“Are you writing a second book?” He asked with interest. I nodded. My first book had been incredibly popular, according to my editor after it was published. “I’d love to help you write it.”

“You’re welcome to verbally model Nicholas any time for me as I do want to modify his character to closely resemble you, if you don't mind.” I said.

“No, I don't mind.” he said, gently fondling my breasts. “So why did you choose surrogacy?”

“My husband and daughter were killed by a drunk driver. I wanted another child.” I remarked as I could feel him hardening inside me again and he pressed kisses to my neck.

“If you’ll allow it... It doesn't have to be just the one baby that I give you, you know.”

“We only agreed to one.” I remarked.

“*I* did ask you what if I wanted more kids with you.” he reminded me.“You’re my soulmate.” I smiled, imagining 6 kids.

Never would I have imagined 9 children!

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Spencer POV

I walked in and sat down at my desk. It had been wonderful to wake up to Y/N’s blow job earlier. “So what happened last night with Y/F/N Y/L/N, potential baby mama?" Alvez asked. My lips curved into a smirk.

"I'm not telling." I replied. I just wanted to keep the fact that I had a soulmate for a bit longer to myself. 'Well that makes the contract unnecessary now' I thought. I checked my watch. Maybe I should call...

'Probably not a good idea...' Y/N spoke to me, which nearly made me nearly choke on the coffee I was drinking.

'What? How...' I sent back.

'You didn't know that we could communicate like this?' She asked. I hadn't known but now that I did, I found it kind of hot.

'No, I didn't...How did you know?' I inquired.

'My parents are soulmates.' She explained. 'It drove me nuts when I got into trouble as a child.' I smiled at that as I shifted in my chair. 'Another reason that I should have known my husband wasn't my mate. And I was wondering,' here she paused before continuing, 'Do you prefer natural conception or...'

'This isn't the time to be having this conversation.' I chided as I scooted my chair a bit farther underneath my desk.

'Ooh...this arouses you?' She teased. 'Cool, new bit of information I can use!'

'Y/N...' I groaned in warning.

'Okay, okay... I'll save it for when you get home...' she said, laughing.

'I mean offspring conception talk can wait.' I sent. 'Anything else is fine, baby girl.'

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Reader POV

I laugh at the idea of Reid being aroused by talk of conceiving a child with me at work. 'Y/N!' Spencer complained.

'Sorry, Reid.' I said, trying not to laugh again.

'Spence...' His retort caught me off guard. 'Please call me Spence...' I blinked at his request. I expected to call him Reid until our child was born.

'Okay, Spence.' I replied.

With that, I shut down my line of communication with him to give him a chance to work. Occasionally, I heard snippets of his thoughts related to his work and they made me shiver.

'It's no wonder that Spencer wants a bundle of joy to distract him when he isn't at work.' I thought as I cleaned my apartment. 'What he needs is a family apart from his team...'

'You're not wrong there, Y/N. Are you sure that you aren't a profiler in disguise?' He teased. I groaned at the joke.

'Do you have a case?' I asked instead.

'No, what you're hearing is my thoughts related to past cases.' He explained. 'We do a lot of paperwork here.'

'Why am I not surprised?' I deadpanned and the sound of his laughter soothes my nerves.

'How can I shut down our connection?' He asked. 'Luke's getting suspicious.'

'Just imagine you're hanging up on a phone call.' I replied.

'Okay, I'll see you later, Y/N." He said and I felt the connection temporarily sever.

'Does that mean he doesn't want his team to know about me?' I think to myself as I fix myself lunch. I didn't like the implication of being hidden like dirty laundry. 6:00 comes sooner than I think because I'm awoken by Spencer knocking on the door.

"Did you not want the..." Apparently, Spencer must have heard my earlier thoughts before hanging up.

"Oh no, that's not it, Y/N. I just wanted a little bit of time to keep the fact that I have a soulmate to myself. You know, savor the fact." He said softly. "I want the team to know about us."

'That was so sweet,' I think to myself. Aloud, I said, "Natural or..."

"I actually think we should try natural first but if you want to do artificial insemination first..." Spencer said, looking at me.

"Either way we decide to do it, multiples run in my family." I informed Spencer. "I'm the only one in 5 generations not to have a twin or a higher number multiple siblings." His eyes mischievously sparkled.

"The more the merrier." Spencer says with a smile.

"You don't mind?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I like kids." He admitted.

A/N: This is a rewrite of The Surrogate, one of my earlier fics.

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