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section-chief-prentiss · 5 months ago

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Maternity Leave (part 3/3)

Summary: You and Emily meet your daughter for the first time.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Reader

Word Count: 869

TWs: pregnancy, labor, fluff, comfort, blood

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PART ONE PART TWO PART FOUR

Emily paced through the hospital waiting room, slowly losing her mind that she wasn’t allowed to be with you during the birth. Shortly after the doctors wheeled her wife away, Emily was visited by a nurse who reported that the placenta had detached, and surgery was the only way to ensure the safety of the woman she loved and their child.

This wasn’t their plan. Emily was supposed to hold her wife’s hand, or perch behind her back, propping her up as she pushed their daughter into the world. They were supposed to hear their daughter’s first breaths together, her first cries together, and bond with immediate skin-to-skin. That was the plan.

And none of that would happen now.

Emily’s phone buzzed and she pulled it out to see a text from Spencer. How’s maternity leave going?

The question made her throat tighten with unshed tears, so she left it on read and slid the phone back into her pocket. She couldn’t tell the team. Not until there was something concrete to say.

Time blurred. Emily didn’t eat, didn’t rest. She could only pace until a gentle hand was placed on her shoulder, and she spun to find Amanda, the labor and delivery nurse.

“Everything went well,” Amanda said. “They’re both doing great. They’re being wheeled into your wife’s room. You can meet your baby while you wait for your wife, if you’d like.”

Emily’s heart skipped a beat. The baby. The baby was here.

“I would like that very much,” Emily said, choking back tears.

Amanda smiled and led Emily back down the hallway to her wife’s hospital room. She glanced around, grateful that they’d already changed the sheets on the hospital bed so she wouldn’t have to look at the blood.

Shortly after, another nurse followed them in, wheeling the smallest baby Emily had ever seen in a rolling bassinet.

She gasped, unable to take her eyes off of the tiny beauty. She was swaddled in a pink blanket, and Emily’s arms ached, desperate to hold her daughter.

“She’s okay?” Emily asked, almost afraid to touch her.

Both nurses nodded. “Perfectly healthy. 7 pounds, 2 ounces, 19 inches, born at 2:42 am.”

“You can hold her,” Amanda added.

Emily didn’t need to be told twice. She scooped her daughter into her arms and kissed her perfect, wrinkly forehead.

“She’s so beautiful,” Emily murmured.

“She is,” Amanda said. “Does she have a name?”

Throat tight, Emily nodded. “We were thinking Amelia. But I want to talk to Y/N before we make anything official.”

“Of course. They should be bringing her up soon, but she’ll likely be unconscious a while longer. We’ll be back to check on you both.”

Emily smiled. “Thank you.”

Once they were finally alone, Emily sat on the end of the hospital bed, holding her daughter close.

“Hi, Amelia, I’m your momma. Your mommy will be here soon, and I know she can’t wait to meet you.”

Emily couldn’t believe how full her heart felt—like it had grown three sizes since she’d first looked at her daughter. The only thing she needed now was her wife.

***

The first thing you felt upon waking, before even opening your eyes, was pain.

Every muscle in your body was sore. Muscles you didn’t even know could hurt did. An action as simple as opening your eyes hurt, but it was worth it for what you saw when you did.

You wife stood over you, a pink bundle in her arms. And when your eyes met, a smile spread across her face that made your heart hurt.

“Y/N,” Emily breathed. “How do you feel?”

“Hurts,” was all you could manage. “Is she…?” you couldn’t even finish your question.

“Oh! Y/N, she is so perfect.” Emily pulled up a chair so she could sit next to you and you could see your child.

Her eyes were closed, but her chubby cheeks and perfect little nose completely enamored you.

“Do you still want her name to be Amelia?” Emily asked. “The nurses asked me before, but I couldn’t… I told them I needed to wait for you.”

“I love you,” you murmured.

“I love you,” Emily said. She stood and kissed you gently. “I was so worried.”

“I’m okay. We’re all okay.”

“So…” Emily said, taking her seat once more and turning your daughter toward you. “Amelia?”

You nodded. “Amelia Rose Prentiss. It suits her.”

“I agree,” Emily said with a smile. “Do you want to hold her?”

You knew what she was really asking—if you felt strong enough to hold her.

“Will you help me?” you asked, not wanting to risk it.

You inched to the side in your bed, groaning as the soreness hit you again. Emily slid into bed next to you, Amelia steady in her arms. Carefully, she placed the baby in your waiting arms before wrapping her own arms under yours for support.

“Hi, Amelia,” you cooed. “I love you very much. Both of your moms love you so much.”

“Nous vous aimons,” Emily said, in her french accent that you adored.

With your wife’s arms around you, and your perfect baby in your arms, you could swear you’d never been happier.

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slafkovskys · 5 months ago

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I need Quinn and Angels baby! I wanna see how he is with a baby that’s officially his!

warnings: mentions of hospitals, birth, surgical procedures

all of the boys love their children with every fiber of their being, but none of them will deny that when their child (in jack’s case, children) was born, it was just different. besides the nerves quinn had for baby jj’s arrival, they had all mutually agreed that she would be their last baby.

not wanting any slip ups, angel had made the decision to undergo an elective c-section so that she could have her tubes tied. quinn was the only one allowed in the room with her which was strange because she was so used to having her boys with her when her kids were born, even if they did annoy the hell out of her while she was in labor.

they share a look when a shrill cry breaks out in the room and quinn sobs when the lift jaci over the sheet. angel blinks away tears at the sight of her third daughter, “that’s why i had so much heartburn.”

jaci juliana was born with a head full of dark brown hair and a set of lungs that put her siblings to shame. angel got to hold her while they finished her procedure and while the wheeled her to where she would recover on the maternity floor, a nurse rolls baby jj out with quinn.

jack and luke were joined by angel’s parents and their own, but the boys were the first to bolt upright at the sight of their brother. luke yelps, “how is she?”

“she did so good. she’s in recovery right now, they said she’ll probably be sleeping for awhile,” quinn can’t take his eyes off of his daughter who was wrapped in the white hospital blanket. there was this feeling in his chest that he had only heard his brothers describe over the last three years and now he was finally feeling it.

“what’s the weight?” jack chimes because the brothers absolutely didn’t have a bet going on about whose baby weighed the most.

quinn just smirks, “8.7.”

“damn it,” jack grunts and luke rolls his eyes. quinn had won their not-bet. he stares at the baby in the clear bassinet and flicks his eyes to his brother, “does she have a name yet?”

“i think we’re going with jaci juliana,” quinn stares at jack and he sees the moment that it registers in his brain, “a twist on her dad’s name.”

“damn it,” jack repeats, this time eyes softening as he pulls quinn in for a hug.

luke stands to the side, hands awkwardly shoved in his pockets until quinn pulls him forward into their little brother huddle. he laughs and throws his arms over his older brothers shoulders, staring down at jaci whose eyes were closed, “congrats, q.”

“congratulations to you two,” quinn chimes and they all smile softly, “god, we have four kids now.”

“oh fuck.”

“luke warren-”

“sorry mom!”

#hughes bros x angel #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #👼🏻

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Unexpected 51

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Trapped in another holding pattern. That's all that life seems to be. Phases. Dull and prolonged. Waiting but for what?

Your days aren't much different than before Lloyd's return. He may as well have stayed gone. For you, he's not there. He's nothing. He doesn't deserve to be anything to you.

Your routine once more stagnates; sleep and feedings and some crying. Between it all, you see Harlan or Dottie, sometimes both. Your mother-in-law has grown quiet, even evasive, since her son came back. You know why but you won't argue with her or her precious Marion.

You get your walks in, looking forward to the escape from the suffocating walls. Andy passes you often, waving or saying hi. He doesn't try to talk again, not with your father around. They barely acknowledge each other. You ignore his texts. You're still trying to figure it all out.

When you're at home, Harlan holds Luna as you catch up on your reality TV. You whisper back and forth about your most hated personalities. It can never be what it once was, or what you wished it could be, but it's manageable.

That day, Harlan and Dottie go into town to do some shopping. You haven't seen Lloyd but you don't mourn his absence. Not like before.

You have Luna downstairs in her rolling bassinet. She's fully fed and sleepy. You might do some cooking. You're finally feeling up to it.

You shiver and watch your daughter dozing peacefully. Why is it so cold in here? You hug yourself and notice the draft freezing in from the kitchen. You find one of the french doors slightly open and push it shut. You can guess who did it. You should lock him out but you'd rather not provoke a confrontation.

You go back to the front room. Something feels off. You don't know. Maybe it's just the empty house. You check the thermostat then the bassinet. Luna is tucked against the side. She must feel it too.

You make sure the wheels are locked before you flit out to grab a quilt from the nursery. You pant as you get to the top of the stairs. Whew, you still got work to do before you're anywhere close to back to normal.

You snatch the sewn pink blanket and come back down, catching your breath as you sweep through the doorway.

“Lulu,” you say quietly, “gonna swaddle you up–”

You notice the angle of the bassinet. It's not how you left it, almost parallel to the sofa instead. You rush over and nearly scream as the bottom stares back at you empty.

You drop the quilt and spin, searching for any sign of the culprit. You storm back into the foyer and stomp a foot.

“Lloyd!” You bellow, not caring if you wake the babe, “where the fuck are you? Give me my baby!”

Nothing. Just the echo of your anger. You snarl and holler again. Louder.

“LLOYD! I'M NOT FUCKING AROUND!”

You stride forward and go down the hall. Not in the kitchen. Nope, not in the dining room either. You go through the first floor, yelling, then ascend the stairs again. There's no way he could've snuck her up there.

“You motherfucker. Lloyd!” You stop at the top, “it's not fucking funny.”

“Jesus Christ!” You hear a door swing open, then another as he comes out of his bedroom, “what is it now? Wanna call me more names? Push me around?”

He has a towel clutched around his waist as his feet slap on the floor. He glistens, his hair slick and dripping the noise of the shower still buzzing. You gulp and your heart drops.

“Lloyd, give her back.”

“What?”

“Don't. Give me Luna.”

“Luna–” he grimaces, “what the fuck? You serious? You won't let me see her and now– wait, where is she?”

You stand silent in horror. He's a loar to the bone but dammit, he's convincing.

“You took her. I know… I went to get her a blanket and you…”

“I've been in the shower for twenty minutes, sweetheart,” he sneers, “I… she's… gone?”

You croak. It's all you can do. You spin and hurtle back downstairs. You near the bassinet again and squeal. Gripping the sides as panic floods your chest.

“She's gone! Lloyd! My baby! Where is she?!”

You hear him come downstairs and his footsteps rush across the floor, searching everywhere you did. He appears from the kitchen, barely hanging onto his towel. You look at him as he stares at you palely.

“The back door was unlocked.”

“I know, I thought you were out there–”

“Peaches,” he utters as his eyes dilate, “call the police.”

🍑

You're still sobbing as the red and blue flash on the other side of the window. You told the story a dozen times over. It's 2am and you haven't seen Luna in thirteen hours. You feel her absence heavy in your chest.

Your baby. You failed her. She's gone and it's all your fault.

Why didn't you just take her upstairs? Why did you want to cook? Why weren't you watching her? Why didn't you lock the goddamn door?

“Honey,” Harlan clinks down a mug and his weight dips beside you on the couch, “they'll find her. She can't have gone far.”

“No, no, no,” you bawl, head throbbing, “someone took her. Someone– it's all my fault–”

“Shhh, shhh, it's alright. It'll be alright. She got everyone lookin’, they'll find her.”

“I fucked up!” You fold over your lap, “I was selfish--c-c-carlessssss.”

He hushes you again and rubs your back. You can hear the police milling around outside, a few inside still investigating every nook and cranny.

“Ma'am,” an officer approaches, “we're doing what we can but these things can take a while. You know, we got a few volunteers from the neighborhood too and some statements–”

“I don't care! I want my daughter back,” you snap.

“Sorry, officer, she's just…scared,” Harlan slings his arm over your shoulders.

“Understood,” the officer says, “we're doing all we can.”

You sniffle and bury your face in your palms. This can't be real. It is and it's all on you. You wished so many times that Luna would just go away, you didn't want her, you remember that, and now that wish came true. You are a monster.

“Breathe,” Harlan coos as your breath turns shallow and suffocating, “honey, please, you needa–”

“Let me look!” You sit up, so dizzy you nearly keel over, “I wanna look for her.”

“Dear, you already did. You needa rest.”

“No, no!” You shove him away and stand, slippers slapping as you stomp around the couch, “she's my baby, I can find her! I know I will.”

“You won't help. Lloyd's already out there–” Harlan calls after you as he follows.

You hurry through the entryway and burst out the front door. You hear your father swearing as he scrambles for his shoes. The snow crunches under your thin soles as you jog past the cruisers and the uniformed figures.

You turn down the street without a thought. The streetlights flash over you, yellow, then darkness, yellow, dark…. You don't know where you're going. Maybe you want to disappear too.

You hear Harlan calling your name but he's getting further away, not closer. You slow down and cough, lungs burning. You lean on a fence post and bend to collect yourself.

“What are you doing out here?” A drawl brings you straight up.

You squint. You think it's Lloyd at first, you haven't seen him since the police got there. Andy steps into the soft hue of the lightpole.

“I… what are you doing?” You throw the question back at Andy.

“I'm a volunteer firefighter. Heard there was a missing baby so I've been helping. I'm sorry to hear about Luna. I don't know who would do this.”

You shake your head and snivel, “I don't know.”

“I know what it's like to lose a child but… I think… she's out there. It'll be okay. You'll see her again, I know it.”

“I hope,” your voice cracks and wipes your eyes as your grief spills anew, “I should go back.”

He says nothing. You back away and turn, dragging your feet down the pavement. You see the sirens lit up and the distant beans of flashlights. Suddenly, you're caught around the neck, a hand smothering your mouth.

“Do you wanna see her?” Andy whispers as you kick out, “Luna needs her mommy…” he wrestles you out of the cone of light and behind the fence, “so do I.”

You thrash, clawing at his sleeve. Your slippers fly off in your struggle as he squeezes tighter. No, it can't be him.

You were wrong. Again.

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year ago

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Problem Child: Angel Reyes x Reader

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Sequel to Valeria

Ten minutes…

Ten minutes is what you allow yourself to grieve, to cry, to feel all of the emotions that are coursing through your system in the aftermath of the revelation that Angel has a daughter.

It’s agony, this feeling in your chest. You’ve felt it before after your Nana died and you feel it again as you sit in your car outside of Angel’s house. Your chest’s tight, and you think about that baby, left all alone on the porch, the same way you were all those years ago.

Anything could have happened. Someone else could have taken her, the two of you may have decided to go out instead, Angel may have come over to yours. Lord knows how long she could have been out there. These are the thoughts that ramble through your head as you sit there with both hands on the steering wheel staring straight ahead.

There is no doubt that the baby is Angel’s. You’ve seen pictures of him as a child and Valeria is the spitting image of him. You wonder where this leaves the two of you, if Skylar genuinely couldn’t cope or if she did this to teach him a lesson.

She’s your problem now… The letter had read.

Barely a couple of weeks old and already labelled a problem.

You think your mother must have said something similar to your Nana when she’d dropped you off.

You wipe the tears away from your cheeks with the back of your hand, before tilting the rearview mirror to face you. You stare back at your reflection and take a deep breath.

You know what you have to do, someone needs to take control because you know right now that Angel isn’t in a condition to do it. You can’t imagine what this must feel like for him, you know he’s not going to cope, not on his own. He needs some stability, someone who can remain firm, who can guide him when he falters.

You pick up your phone and thumb through the contacts until you find the name that you’re searching for.

“Felipe. It’s me.” You say when he picks up the phone. “Angel needs you.”

***

You’re not coming back. Angel knows that and it devastates him. It feels like his whole life is crashing down around his head, like he can’t catch a second to breath. He cradles the baby to his chest, his lips brushing over her soft skin. He has to push all of that aside, he has to think about Valeria because she has to be his priority right now.

His gaze comes to rest on his father. Felipe is seated at the kitchen table, the letter from Skylar clasped in his hands as he studies it.

“Lila’s not coming back.” Angel says quietly.

“Give her time.” Felipe says as he sets the letter down. “It’s a lot to take in.”

Angel shakes his head because he knows this is too much. He can’t ask you to take on a baby. The two of you have never talked about kids. He didn’t know if you wanted them or not. He figured there would be plenty of time to figure that out later.

He’s surprised when he hears the key in the lock. You mutter a curse as your hip bumps against the door handle, crossing over the threshold with a bassinet tucked under your arm and several bags filled with God knows what.

“Give Valeria here.” Felipe says, raising to his feet and reaching out for the baby. “Go help her.”

He’s already in motion, his heart thudding against his rib cage as he catches one of the bags just as it slips from your grasp. He takes note of the diapers and formula, before he takes the bassinet from you.

“I managed to get this stuff from Carmen, she keeps a bunch of it aside for new parents who are struggling to make ends meet.” You explain as you haul the other bags with you into the kitchen. “Bishop was there, he had a lot of questions, but I told him you’d call him tomorrow. He seemed to be ok with that.”

Angel doesn’t even know where to begin. The words catch in his throat and there’s an ache in his chest as he looks at you because even now, you’re still taking care of him, not just him but Valeria too.

“I think we have everything we need for tonight.” You say as you set the bags down on the table. “I can get the rest of the stuff on my list when the stores open up in the morning.”

“I thought…”

“I needed a minute.” You tell him quietly. “You know what happened to me, Valeria being dropped off like that…” You don’t have to say anything else. Angel gets it and so does Felipe. “I want to be there for her and for you. I want to be part of this little family.”

“Are you sure?” he asks you quietly, his thumb tracing over the blush of your cheek.

You nod your head before your arms wrap around his waist and you draw him close. It feels good to have you back in his arms, he finds the gesture reassuring. You’ve always been a port in a storm for him and the fact you’re here right now soothes him more than he would ever admit to anybody else.

“Yea.” You tell Angel, your fingertips toying with the buttons on his shirt. “I want this, I want this with you.”

“Ok Mi Reina.” Angel murmurs as a smile ghosts across his lips. “Let’s do it. Let’s be a family.”

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ravencincaide · 9 months ago

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Responsibility to love

Summary: After witnessing a difficult birth Dazai struggles with himself and his emotions over becoming a new parent- a distant dream that his mind denied up until now OR men react differently to seeing their babies for the first time; some are natural parents while others…

Pairing: New parents! fem! Reader x Dazai (x Chuuya)

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 18: Sick

Warnings: Angst, Male postpartum depression including dislike and hesitant to accept the children, Mention of difficult childbirth, cursing,

There was a strange taste in his mouth; it wasn’t sweet like love or salty like disgust. It was a rather bitter flavor with just the tiniest hints of pungent somewhere in the back of his throat. A burning acidic kind which felt like it would corrode his neck- his vocal cords into mush if he said nothing.

Yet no words came out.

He wanted to scream and yell, to call every doctor at this godforsaken place an incompetent delusional imbecile. He wanted to threaten them, see the cocky expression in their eyes slowly fade away into horror as he made their minds torture themselves into oblivion. Osamu Dazai wanted to make them suffer unimaginable pain for lying to him, for calling this— this as good news. As everything being ‘better than expected’. Happy turn of events. Something to cheer and celebrate, not mourn and fret. The worst was over, they claimed in cheerful tones, now all that was left was letting nature and nurture run its natural course. And yet–

You looked so small, so frail.

Resting his forehead against the glass that separated your room from the rest of the maternity ward, Dazai heaved a big sigh. The bitter, salty, sour sensation twisting the edges of his mouth down into a frown. This was suffocating. Disgusting at best. And yet—

His eyes shifted to the orange haired idiot who looked like he was in seventh heaven. Chuuya was bouncing around your small hospital room in excitement. He was moving between your bed, muttering praises or stroking your hair with a gloved finger. Then over to the two bassinets just a few paces away. The joint construction which looked more like a plastic box on wheels with some blankets inside than a medical equipment there to monitor the newly born beings. The small wrapped up bundles. Bright red faces, white wrappings for the girl, blue for the boy.

Dazai couldn’t help but think the newborns were ugly. They looked nothing like You, Chuuya or himself. Just red bunches of meat; alien looking creatures that were mostly bold and scrinkly with eyes that didn’t fit the rest of their features. The only semi positive thing he could say about them was that they had screamed loudly when they were born, yet now had enough self-preservation instinct to just be silent.

He watched with a frown how Chuuya cooed and gawked at the babies for an awfully long amount of time, ignoring the way you looked. The worn out expression on your face, forehead sticky with sweat and the slight shiver of your body as you desperately tried to come to terms with the difficult birth. You looked like you could use some water- something to snack on. A caring touch, a warm hand. Maybe a professional assessment, definitely some strong drugs. You looked so lonely and small, so tired that all Dazai wanted to do was go in there and scoop you up in his arms. Yet he was too cowardly; too ashamed and guilty to go back in there. Afraid that you’d read him like an open book; see all the emotion, all the turmoil and regret on his face. The lack of a smile, of happiness, on his being. And just see him for what he was; a man who desperately wished to go back in time and hammer into your younger selves to be more thorough with using protection.

The pungent taste became stronger, almost unbearable.

He watched with the same frown as Chuuya picked up the children one by one and brought them over to your bed. Watched the weak smile you’d give each twin, then a kiss on their foreheads- a task that seemed to take the very last of your energy as you leaned back against the pillows of your hospital bed. Dazai’s name was the last thing on your lips- he could read it even from this distance and his heart clenched painfully in his chest- before he saw you close your eyes. In moments- seconds- your breathing became slower and deeper. Dazai didn’t know whether you fell asleep or actually passed out. And it almost amazed him how little Chuuya seemed to care about your condition; giving you a single kiss on your hair before moving away. Not checking your pulse, not checking your breathing and just trusting that the instruments monitoring you worked.

The ginger's focus and attention was clearly elsewhere.

Dazai observed Chuuya closely as if he were a strange animal and not the reflection of how he himself should be behaving; the bright smile, the energy and excitement all over as Chuuya rocked the twins in his arms seemingly unable to get enough of them. That was how he was supposed to act- to be in there right beside Chuuya bickering over who got to hold which twin. To be joyful and grateful and so utterly in love and yet-

Dazai prayed that those balls of red meat were Chuuya’s- prayed that they didn’t come from his seed. He didn’t think he’d be able to live with himself if he had hurt you this way- that something that came from him put you in such a dire state. That something from him almost tore you away from this world. He selfishly prayed that he was not at fault, even if he knew deep down that he was. And if you had died- then your blood would have been on his hands as if he’d killed you himself.

Dazai swallowed thickly, the taste in his mouth unbearable. He felt somewhere between crying, throwing up, and passing out. Yet his body was frozen in place, forehead against the glass window, staring at the sight inside. Silently suffering- definitely hating himself. He watched helplessly as Chuuya finally took notice of him and strolled up to the door that separated Dazai from his partners. The flimsy door that kept the ungrateful monster at bay.

The click of the lock before he opened it was more deafening and humiliating to Dazai than forgetting to cock a glock.

“ Heeh bandages don’t you wanna hold him?” Chuuya stretched out the infant towards Dazai, still wearing that stupid shit-eating-grin on his face.

He didn’t. By god he didn’t. Dazai didn’t want to touch anything that almost cost you your life. He didn’t want to get close to it. He didn’t want to be near it.

Still he held out his shaking bandaged hands which Chuuya adjusted before placing the small thing into them. A part of Dazai was surprised how heavy the infant was. Especially since it was so frail. It would take very little for him to harm this small thing in his arms. To smoosh it into nothingness. Like a bug.

Dazai brought the infant closer to himself, running his eyes over every inch of him. Trying desperately to find something likable about this clump of cells, wrapped in bones and flesh that you almost died for. That made Chuuya so happy.

After all, it was his responsibility to love it.

Authors Note: For those of you who have read "Desperate times call for Desperate measures" This is very loosely connected to it. And although that fic has a more traditional post-partum depression element to it, this fic is more focused on the male side of becoming a parent. While doing research I realized how little the male PPD was discussed so here we are now. Think of this work as a prequel if you like. ... damn now I feel almost sorry for them...

Anyhow hope you enjoyed! If you liked my works feel free to check out Raven's Masterlist

Until next time~

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abbbbyyy · 14 days ago

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Bat Baby: Part 5

Reader(wife) X Bruce Wayne(husband)

Reader(mother) X Richard(Dick) Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne

Summery: The bat bois finnally meet their baby sister.

Note: Thanks for the name

(I do not own any DC characters)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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She stirs awake in a quite hospital room morning, the soft hum of medical machinery the only sound to greet her. The sun has barely started to peek through the blinds, casting a faint, comforting glow across the stark white sheets. Her eyes blink open slowly, adjusting to the brightness that seems too harsh for such an early hour.

Her gaze lands on the sleeping form of Bruce Wayne, slumped in the chair beside her bed, his strong jawline slack with fatigue and his chest rising and falling in the rhythmic pattern of deep slumber. He had been there for hours, ever since she had been wheeled into the delivery room, his hand clutching hers as she had gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain.

With a gentle smile, she turns her head to the side, her eyes seeking the tiny, swaddled figure in the clear-sided bassinet next to her. There she is, their baby girl, her little cherub, with a shock of dark hair standing up in soft peaks and a button nose that looked as if it had been pinched from a doll. Her heart swells in her chest at the sight of her. She reaches out a hand, her fingers trembling slightly, to touch the soft, velvety skin of the newborn's cheek. The baby's eyes flutter open, revealing a pair of piercing blue orbs that stare back at her with curiosity and a hint of recognition.

"Good morning, my little love," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the exertion of the previous night. The baby's eyes widen, and a tiny, perfect hand emerges from the fold of blankets to grasp at her mother's thumb. She feels a rush of warmth, a bond stronger than any she has ever known. This is her daughter, her flesh and blood, the culmination of a love that has weathered many storms.

Bruce stirs awake with a deep inhale, his eyes blinking rapidly to focus on the scene before him. He sees his wife, the mother of his children, and his heart fills with a tenderness he never knew existed. Her face is etched with exhaustion but glows with the kind of joy that only a new mother can understand. He stands up, careful not to disturb the fragile moment, and leans over to press a kiss to her forehead.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

She looks up at him, her smile widening. "Tired, but... happy." she looks back to the little baby, "Look at her, Bruce. She's beautiful."

Bruce nods in agreement, his gaze never leaving the baby's face. "Just like her mother," he murmurs, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

Suddenly, she expression shifts, a shadow of regret passing over her features. "I'm sorry again for lashing out last night," she says softly, her voice thick with emotion. "And for... threatening to... kill you." she smiles awkwardly.

Bruce chuckles, the tension in the room easing. "It's all forgotten, honey," he says, "You were in a lot of pain. And I love you, but I don't think you could take me on, especially in your current state." His eyes dance with humor, the corners crinkling with affection.

She laughs softly, the sound music to Bruce's ears. "Well, maybe not," she concedes, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Bruce carefully lifts the baby from the bassinet, his strong arms cradling her with a tenderness that belies his usual stoic demeanor. She nuzzles into his chest, making a contented little sigh as she's held by her father for the first time.

With the baby now in Bruce's arms, she shifts slightly in the hospital bed, making room for him to sit beside her. He lowers himself onto the edge, his one arm coming around her shoulders to pull her close. The warmth of his body and the solidity of his presence provide a comfort she hadn't realized she needed until this moment. The three of them form a small, perfect circle, a new family unit that feels both foreign and incredibly right.

As Bruce holds their daughter, he presses a gentle kiss to the top of his wife's head, his lips lingering there for a brief moment. She closes her eyes, savoring the touch, feeling the weight of the past few hours lifting from her shoulders. The love that flows between them in this moment is palpable, a force that seems to fill the room and push out any remaining shadows of doubt or fear.

"Thank you," Bruce says, his voice a warm, rumbling baritone that resonates in her chest. He doesn't have to elaborate; she knows he's thanking her for the baby, for their family, for choosing him despite his dual life. her eyes well up with tears, and she nods, her voice too choked to form words. She's thankful too, for his unwavering support and love.

The quiet of the moment is broken by the soft knock on the door, and a nurse peeks her head in. "You have visitors," she says with a knowing smile that reaches her eyes, which are kind and gentle. Her heart skips a beat, her sons have finally come. Bruce had called they late last night that they should come over in the morning, guess they couldn't wait very long.

Dick Grayson, the oldest of the bunch, is the first to enter, his eyes immediately darting to the small bundle in Bruce's arms. He's followed by Jason Todd, his face a mask of curiosity and wariness. Tim Drake brings up the rear, his gaze flicking between Bruce, their mother, and their baby sister, his expression a mix of excitement and uncertainty. And Damian, who had been in on the secret, stands slightly apart, his arms crossed over his chest as if bracing for the reaction of his brothers.

The room is filled with a tension that only families can create, a thick silence that stretches out for a few heartbeats before Tim breaks it with a nervous chuckle. "We're calm, we promise," he says, his voice a little too high.

She can't help but laugh at the sight of them all, so serious and unsure. She holds out her free hand to beckon them closer. "Come and meet your little sister," she says, her voice filled with warmth.

They quickly shuffle closer, their movements tentative, as if afraid they might shatter the delicate scene before them. Dick's eyes are wide with wonder, Jason's with a smile, and Tim's with a cautious excitement. Damian, ever the stoic one, watches with a hint of a smirk, enjoying the rare moment of unity.

Bruce carefully passes the baby to Dick, who takes her with the same gentle care he uses when handling the most fragile of gymnastics equipment. Dick's eyes light up as he looks down at her, and the room seems to hold its breath as he whispers, "Hi, sis." The baby's tiny hand opens and closes, reaching for his face, and Dick's heart melts.

Jason, standing beside Dick, watches with a soft smile, his hand reaching out to gently brush the top of her head. The gesture is almost imperceptible, but it speaks volumes about the bond he shares with the child he had no part in creating, yet feels protective of. Her heart swells as she sees the tenderness in Jason's eyes, knowing that despite their tumultuous past, he has a place in their family. "She's so tiny," he says, his voice filled with awe.

Tim's hands are clenched at his sides, his knuckles white with the effort to contain his excitement. "Can I hold her?" he asks, his eyes wide and hopeful. She nods, and Bruce carefully passes the baby to him. Tim holds her with a mix of reverence and fear, as if she might break. His movements are stiff at first, but as the baby snuggles into his chest, his body relaxes and he beams with pride. "Wow," he murmurs, looking down at her. "She's perfect."

Damian, who had been watching from the sidelines, steps forward. He's the youngest, but often the most serious and guarded. He's been looking forward to this moment, to see if the bond he felt for his brothers would extend to this new member of their unconventional family. He holds out his pinky finger, watching as the baby's tiny hand wraps around it, her grip surprisingly strong. He can feel the warmth of her skin, the rapid beat of her pulse, and something within him shifts. The fiery protectiveness that fuels his nighttime escapades as Robin flares to life in his chest, and he knows that he would do anything to keep her safe.

Bruce, sitting back down with his arm around his wife's shoulder, watches his sons interact with their new sister. He's proud of them, each in their own way. Dick, the eldest, who has stepped into the role of a leader, guiding them through their training and life outside of the Manor. Jason, who has come so far from his rough beginnings, now a strong and capable ally. Tim, the youngest of the three, who has proven to be a quick learner and a vital part of the team. And Damian, his own biological son, who is learning to navigate the complexities of his identity and heritage.

"We're sorry that we sneaked out," she says to the boys, her voice tinged with a hint of apology. "We didn't want you to worry."

"We're also sorry," Dick says, his voice thick with a mix of affection and understanding, "for being overly protective."

"Yeah, I guess we went overboard," Jason admits. They've always been a tight-knit group, but with her pregnancy, they had all felt the weight of their responsibilities even more acutely.

Tim nods, still cradling the baby with awe. "But she's worth it," he says, his voice filled with pure happiness. "Look at her, she's a miracle."

"We promise to be more supportive next time," Dick says, a hint of humor in his voice, looking between Bruce and their mother.

Jason nods in agreement. "Yeah, no more jumping to conclusions or freaking out," he adds. She laughs, the sound light and airy.

"I'm glad you boys aren't mad." she says, looking to her eldest sons.

"Mad?" Tim repeats with a smile, "Are you kidding me? We're pissed." His words hang in the air for a beat, the humor in his voice unmistakable. Dick and Jason laugh, the tension in the room dissipating like a popped bubble.

"But we think we can find some way in our hearts to forgive you," Dick says, his grin widening as he glances at Tim, who nods solemnly, still holding the baby as if she were a fragile treasure. she laughs, her eyes shining with love for her sons.

"Okay, my turn," Jason says, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves as he steps closer to the bed. Tim carefully transfers the baby into Jason's arms, who holds her with surprising gentleness, his eyes never leaving hers. The baby stares back at him, seemingly unfazed by the exchange, and Jason's heart skips a beat. It's a moment he never thought he'd experience, being a big brother to a little girl, and he's overwhelmed with emotions.

"Hey there, you're just a cute little baby aren't you?" he says, his voice taking on a high-pitched, playful tone that seems to resonate with the baby. She responds with a gurgle and a kick of her tiny legs, making them all laugh.

Alfred, the Wayne's loyal butler, steps into the room with a tray of breakfast, his eyes immediately going to the newest addition to the family. "Ah, Mrs. Wayne, Mr. Wayne, and... the newest little Wayne," he says, a warm smile spreading across his face as he sets the tray down on the bedside table.

"Still working, Pennyworth?" she jokes, the nickname, a playful jab at Alfred's uncanny ability to appear whenever needed, brings a chuckle from the normally stoic man.

"Just ensuring that everyone's well taken care of, madam," he responds, his eyes flicking to the baby before he retreats to give the family their space.

"Alfred, come join us," Bruce calls out, his arm still around her shoulders. "You're a part of this family, too."

Alfred nods and approaches, his smile growing wider as he looks down at the baby. "Congratulations," he says sincerely, his British accent a comforting presence in the room. Hesitating for just a moment, he reaches out a gnarled hand to stroke her cheek. The baby's eyes follow his movements, and she coos contentedly.

Damian, who had been standing back, his arms still crossed over his chest, finally unclasps them and takes a tentative step forward. "May I hold her?" he asks, his voice softer than her has ever heard it. Bruce nods, and Tim carefully hands the baby over to Damian, who holds her with a mix of awe and trepidation. The baby seems to sense his uncertainty and reaches out a tiny hand to grasp his finger, holding on tight.

Damian's face relaxes into a smile, and she can see the love in his eyes, despite his usual stern demeanor. "Hello, little one," he whispers, his accent lilting slightly. "You've got quite the family to keep you safe." The baby looks up at him, seemingly responding to the strength in his voice, and Damian's smile widens.

As the boys continue to coo over their sister, her mind drifts to the future. The thought of raising a daughter in a household filled with so much testosterone, with Bruce's demanding schedule and the constant shadow of the Batman looming over them, fills her with a mix of excitement and trepidation. But she knows that with the love and protection of her sons, she has nothing to fear.

"What's her name?" Damian finally asks, breaking the comfortable silence that had descended over the room. She looks up at Bruce, who nods at her to go ahead. She takes a deep breath, savoring the moment. "Her name," she says, her voice strong and proud, "is Meillia," She glances to Alfred with a smirk, "Penny Wayne."

Alfred's eyes widen in shock, and his cheeks color slightly, a rare sight that brings another round of laughter from the room. She had always had a cheeky side, and it was moments like these that made her feel like she truly belonged in this strange world of masks and heroics. "Well, Miss Meillia Penny Wayne," he says, his voice filled with affection, "you certainly have an interesting family tree."

The laughter fades into a comfortable silence as the boys take turns holding Meillia, each one whispering promises and secrets into her ear. She watches them with a mix of pride and awe. They were her guardians, her protectors, and now, her brothers. Her heart swells at the thought of the adventures they would all share together, the love and chaos that would no doubt come with raising a daughter in the shadow of the Batcave.

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hoedamn-eron · 9 months ago

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baby, please - part 22 (finale)

Holy shit...now what?

Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of unsupportive family members. Thanks again to the Sims for determining the outcome of this pregnancy. Mentions of breast feeding (a fed baby is a happy baby, no matter where it comes from!). Mentions of being in pain and on pain killers (C-section). Hospital setting but it's not too obvious. Mention of drinking wine. Like one swear word. Not proofread (what a surprise). Word count: 4,256 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

This is it! The last chapter! Thank you again to everyone who has read, commented, and reblogged any parts of this fic along the way, even when I took a 3 month break. It's been an experience writing this, but I've enjoyed every second of it 😊

Also, the poll figures showed that you mostly thought the twins would be girls!

Part 21 ● Series Masterlist

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the sting in your abdomen from your Caesarean wound and fresh stitches, where the painkillers were starting to wear off.

The second thing you notice is that it’s still dark outside, meaning it’s either very late at night, or very early in the morning.

The third thing you notice is, although it’s dark out, your room is softly illuminated by a small lamp in one corner of the room. You see Santi sat in the chair in the corner, looking down at the bundle in his arms, who was sleeping soundly, the second bundle sleeping equally as soundly in the plastic hospital bassinet by you.

You slowly sit up in your bed, hissing at the pain in your abdomen. You see Santi from the corner of your eye look over at you, his brow furrowed in concern. “Do you need me to call for a doctor?” he whispered, still sounding too loud in the quiet room.

You shake your head. “No, I’m okay.” Santi nods at you before turning back to the baby in his arms. You watch them for a minute, a fond smile on your face before you ask, “Is she okay?”

Santi gives his own smile before nodding. “She was fussing a little, but she went right back to sleep.”

You nod, looking at your new family.

Your daughters (daughters!) came into the world screaming and kicking. Isabela María, named after Santi’s mother, was born at 7:03pm, weighing 5lbs and 7oz. Her identical sister, Jasmine Terese, followed no more than six minutes later, entering the world at 7:09pm at 6lbs exactly. Dr Montgomery was impressed with their weights and sang your praises as she held them over the partition to show you each time, and they were the most perfect things you had ever seen. You had immediately burst into tears as soon as you saw the two of them.

They both had a head of dark hair, thanks to their daddy, and even as they scrunched their little faces as they cried, you thought they were the most beautiful things to have ever graced your life. Once they were measured and checked over, and wrapped up in some blankets, Dr Montgomery had them brought over to you and Santiago (who had been quietly sobbing to himself, but you’ll pretend you never noticed until the day you died).

The next hour or so was a blur to you as you were stitched up and the twins were taken away to the NICU for monitoring, to see how well they were breathing. With some reassurance from yourself that you would be fine, Santi never left the girls’ sides, keeping a watch over them. You saw him sneak some photos of the girls on his phone, looking like a proud dad.

You were wheeled out of theatre and were heading back to you room where you sent a text message to your friends, explaining that your babies were sent for monitoring. Santi was with them, and if they wanted to wait, they could, but it might be better for them to come back tomorrow. Your friends came to see you anyway, just for a few minutes, where Beth was FaceTiming Gabrielle to keep her in the loop.

As soon as Beth and Courtney saw you, they burst into tears, making their way over to you and enveloping you in a hug, telling you how proud they were of you and how amazing you did. You fought back tears of your own, telling them that you had had girls, which they both somehow cried even harder at, commenting on how you were all convinced you were having boys.

After some more fussing, and Courtney gathering her things, they promised that they’d be back the next day to meet them, and they would bring you some food from home because they knew how terrible hospital food was. You give them a goodbye, telling them to let Santi’s friends know that he wasn’t going to be out for a while, to which Courtney said that Santi had already text his friends to let them know to come back in the morning, and the guys left not that long ago. Knowing them, they’d be back the next day too.

Santi was back within an hour of your friends leaving with Dr Montgomery, wheeling your girls (your girls!) in their bassinets. Dr Montgomery gave you a smile, telling you that your daughters were perfect, that there were no issues, and you would probably be home in the next few days. You thank her profusely, before you and Santi are finally left alone for the first time as a new family. Santi dressed the twins which took longer than it should have (“They’re delicate! Have you seen the size of them!?”), and your heart fluttered in your chest at seeing them in their little outfits, looking soft and cosy.

A breastfeeding consultant was sent to your room to guide you through your first feed with your daughters, who took to it like a duck to water. You wanted to cry with pride, since they were doing so well already, being barely two hours old. You saw Santi look away with a slight blush on his face, causing you to smirk and make a quip about how he’s seen you naked (to which he gave you a look before turning away again, to strip out of his scrubs). He made a comment about going getting his overnight bag from the car, and quickly making his way out.

You felt a little bad that he felt uncomfortable around you still, but it was something you would both just have to work on.

Which brings you to now, where you watch Santi from his place in the armchair, holding Isabela as she slept. You frown at him. “Have you gotten any sleep at all?”

Santi hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. “No, not yet.”

“Santi,” you gently chastise. “Put her down and get some sleep.”

He shook his head, looking up at you. “No, I’m fine. Besides, what if she needs me again?”

Oh, be still your beating heart.

“I’m sure she’ll wake us up if she needs anything, and Jasmine,” you say gently.

With a final look at Isabela, Santi gives a sigh before carefully standing and taking her to her bassinet. He stands at the bassinet for a moment, just looking at her before he gently places her down. She made the smallest whimper before settling back to sleep with a big sigh. He slowly moves her bassinet to join Jasmine’s, before stopping and looking down at them both.

Santi doesn’t move immediately, just staring at his daughters, before he finally breaks the silence in the room.

“I can’t believe I almost gave this up,” Santi said quietly, sadly, without looking away from your babies.

The air in the room suddenly felt heavy with the weight of Santi's confession. His voice, barely above a whisper, carried a mixture of regret and self-doubt as he uttered those words that seemed to hang in the air like a cloud of uncertainty, and you felt your heart break for him.

As you shook your head gently, your eyes met his. “Don't...don't think about that, okay?” you murmured softly, with a mixture of understanding and compassion. “You're here now.”

The silence lingered. Santi's gaze shifted, descending upon the tiny figures nestled in their bassinets, their innocence a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions swirling within him. “I was in special ops,” he says, his voice tinged with just the smallest hint of disbelief. “And that was less scary than this.”

Your heart ached at the raw honesty in his words, the admission of his innermost fears laid bare before you. With a sympathetic gaze, you say, “Being a new parent isn't something that people just know what to do,” you reassured him gently. “We'll learn as we go, and it's okay to be a little scared.”

As you looked at Isabela and Jasmine, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a beacon of hope amidst his darkness of doubt. “They'll be so happy you stayed,” you whispered, your voice filled with quiet conviction. “They're going to love you, so much.”

Just as much as I love you.

You swallow against the words, knowing now isn’t the right time.

A fragile smile graced Santi's lips at your words, where he gives you a quick glance before his gaze falls back on the sleeping forms of his daughters, the most fragile beings in the entire world. Damn, no-one warned him they’d be so tiny. They were so peaceful and asleep, and they were so small! They were the most fragile things in the world. There was no way he was letting anything happen to them. They had to stay little forever so he could do everything for them.

“I want to be the father they deserve,” he confessed, his voice tinged with a newfound resolve. “To be the man they can look up to.”

“You already are,” you assured him, your words almost stern. He looks up at you, his eyes intense. “I know you’re doubting yourself, but you’ve got a great support system; you have me, Frankie, Will, and God knows Benny is already in love with these two.”

Santi gave a snort of amusement. “He’s gonna cry as soon as he lays his eyes on them.”

You give a small laugh before looking at him again with a soft look on your face. “You know, when you left after saying you didn't want to be involved...it hurt. It hurt more than I can put into words," you began, your tone mix of vulnerability and strength. “I felt abandoned, alone, and completely overwhelmed, but I was determined to do it alone, for our girls.”

Santi tenses, a look of shame overcoming him, but you continue before he could say anything.

“But you came back," you say. “And for that, I'm incredibly grateful. I’m happy that you chose to step up, to be here, to be a father to our kids.” You smile at him, seeing his shoulders relax a touch. “Though I’m still a little pissed that you left, I'm also thankful that you came back. I’m glad that we can navigate this crazy, beautiful mess together.”

Santi give a small chuckle before he reaches out to you, and you reach out to hold his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, for leaving. For making you feel like that, after everything we’d been through to get here,” he said. “I’m going to live with the guilt for the rest of my life, but fuck, knowing I made the right decision to come back was so worth it.”

And in that moment, amidst the commotion of your new reality, you finally felt a sense of unity with Santi, even if it wasn’t in the way you wanted. You don’t know what the future held for the two of you, if you’d ever admit your feelings for him, of if you’ll eventually move on and find someone else, but despite that, you were bound together by the unbreakable bond of parenthood, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

However, in that fleeting moment, amidst the silence of the early morning hours in that hospital room, there was a small feeling of hope, slowly blossoming like a fragile flower.

“Watch her head, Benny.”

“I know how to hold a baby,” said Benny, giving Will a firm look before his expression softened as he looked down at Jasmine, who was sleeping soundly after you had just fed her and Isabela.

Isabela was settled in the arms of Frankie, who was lightly swaying as he grinned at the bickering brothers. Santi had left the room to take a phone call with his sister, Mariana, who had been checking up on him every few hours and was trying to organise a day where she and his other sister, Carmen, could come and visit and meet you and the kids. He was trying to put her off for at least a few weeks, until there was some sort of routine.

After your talk during the very early hours of the morning, Santi had decided to stay at your place, to help with the girls why you recovered, just until you were back on your feet. You’d protested, telling him that he really didn’t have to that, that you’d need him to do that, but he immediately shot you down. You tearily looked at him and thanked him, before Jasmine had started crying, to which Santi had no hesitation in picking her up.

“How you holding up?” Frankie asked you, still swaying Isabela. You weren’t sure if he knew he was doing it or not. “You know, after the whole…”

He goes quiet, nodding his head towards the door where Santi had walked out of. You smiled at him. “I’m doing okay. Glad he pulled his head out of his ass in time.”

Frankie grinned. “Took a bit of a verbal beating from us, after he told us he was leaving. The fucking idiot – oop, sorry.” He pulled a sheepish face as he looked down at Isabela, who had eventually fallen asleep during Frankie’s swaying.

You gave a small laugh of amusement as Benny looks up from Jasmine. “Your girls been yet?”

You shrug at him. “Just Beth. She came this morning with Georgia, they left not long before you got here. Gabs and Courtney are gonna come by later when Courtney’s finished work. Gabs has the kids again.”

Benny seemed to stop for a moment, in thought, before he finally nodded and turned back to Jasmine. You don’t ask him why he asked about your friends, you just assume he was being friendly since he was sat with Beth and Courtney in the waiting room last night.

When Beth had arrived that morning, she’d immediately fawned over your children, bursting into tears at how ‘beautiful they were’, and congratulating you and Santi. She’d even given Santi a hug, then threatened him to never leave you after the first time. He’d admitted he was an idiot, and it wouldn’t happen again. She’d accepted that answer, but still gave you a look as she picked up Jasmine for a cuddle.

After a while, as she and Georgia swapped the twins around, she’d asked about your family, and if you’d told them you’d had the babies. You paused before you eventually shake your head at her, telling her that they hadn’t bothered to respond to your messages or contact you at any point during your pregnancy, so you decided to just…let it go.

Even if it tore you up inside.

At least you weren’t crying about it anymore.

Beth had pulled a face and told them it was their loss anyway, that they’re going to be missing out on knowing the best little girls around. You agreed with her.

Santi made his way back in the room, hanging up his phone. He sighed, before running his hand through his hair. “So my sisters will be arriving next week.”

“Ay, hermano,” said Frankie, smirking. “Grow a backbone.”

Santi wordlessly gave Frankie a gentle swat on the arm, being careful of Isabela, before leaning down to you and giving you a quick peck on the forehead. “Sorry I was gone so long, corazón, Carmen wouldn’t get off the phone.”

You ignored how your heart leaped at the feel of his lips on you. You weren’t going to think too hard about it, it was just because of the babies, it has nothing to do with you. You’re the mother of his kids, he’s going to be affectionate with you, especially when you had just given birth. He was just being nice. Protective.

Like you said, you weren’t going to think too much about it.

“I’ll get her and Mariana to stay at my place,” he said.

“You don’t have to stay at my place, Santi, really – “

“No, stop fighting me on this, I’m helping out with the girls.” Santi gave you a stern look. “You can barely walk, I’ll stay, it’s fine.”

Frankie gives you an amused look over Santi’s shoulder, and you felt the urge to stick your tongue out at him. You end up looking back at Santi, before giving a shy smile. “Okay.”

He grins at your relenting. “Thank you. I’m trying to make it up to you for being a dick to you, but you’re being too nice.”

“You weren’t – “

“No, he was,” said Will before you could finish your sentence, crossing his arms over his chest. “He was a dick.”

“The biggest,” agreed Benny, looking away from Jasmine to nod at you.

“Okay, okay,” Santi called, holding his hands up in surrender. “Not in front of my girls, please.”

You watch in amusement as Santi get’s ribbed by his friends, but he gave just as good as he got.

As the banter between Santi and his friends continues, you can't help but feel a warmth in your chest, seeing the camaraderie and genuine connection they share. Despite the teasing and playful jabs, there's an underlying bond that speaks volumes about their friendship. You know that your girls were going to grow up to be the most protected kids in the world.

In that moment, you realize how far you’ve come in the past few months; to an unplanned pregnancy and finding the love of your life (even if he doesn’t know it), and growing yourself as a person (and growing two persons of your own!). As you gaze around the room, your heart swells with gratitude for the connections forged in the unlikeliest of circumstances. How you truly know who your family is, and a part of them are in this very hospital room.

The guys leave after another hour, telling you that they were happy to help you out whenever you needed, before they were herded out the door by Santi, saying you needed rest since your friends were arriving later.

You bask in the suddenly quiet room after Santi closes the door after him. You look at Isabela and Jasmine asleep in their bassinets. Santi soon came back in the room, smiling softly at you before checking over the girls. “You okay?” he eventually asked you, digging around in his bag for a moment.

“Yeah. Tired,” you replied.

“Get some sleep, I can look after them,” said Santi. “But first…”

He pulled out a familiar paper bag from his bag, and a small box. You look at him curiously. “Is that the bag that Frankie bought?”

“After Ikea? It is,” he said, perching himself next to you on the bed. He passed you the bag. “I had these commissioned by Sarah when I found out we were having girls, which was why you couldn’t look at them. Then when we finally decided on names, I had her change them a little.”

You open the bag, pausing before tears fill your eyes. You give him a watery smile before you pull out the two matching, pale pink, and lavender patchwork blankets, decorated with embroidered white and yellow flowers. You run your fingers over the stitching, feeling how soft the blankets were. You look over them before your gaze lands on the bottom corner, where you trace your fingers over their names that had been embroidered in the corners. “Santi, these are gorgeous. I’m scared to use them!”

“Stop, they’re supposed to be used,” he said. “Even if they puke all over them, or other bodily fluids.”

You laugh at that.

“And these,” he said, handing you the box. “Are for you.”

You take the box, which fit in the palm of your hand. You recognised it immediately, and you opened them to see the two charms, in the letters I and J, with a red gemstone in each of them.

“Garnets,” he said.

“January birth stone,” you said, smiling at him as you wipe the tears from your eyes. You laugh at yourself. “I am far too emotional for you to be giving me things like this.”

“Stop, I planned to give these to you, I want to give these things to you,” he said. “I need you to understand that I made a bad judgement and a stupid mistake, and I’ll be trying to make things right for the rest of my life, for you and our girls. You’re important to me.”

You swallow against your tears, but you sob anyway, giving a watery smile. “You’re important to me too.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, bringing you into his arms gently.

And you believed him.

“Careful, careful!”

“I am being careful, Santi,” you say, making your way towards your house from his car (his car!).

“I’m going to have to level these flags out, they’re a trip hazard – “

“You will do no such thing, Santiago, not with your knees,” you say to him, raising your eyebrows at him, daring him to challenge you.

He mutters something in Spanish as he carries the car seats containing your girls, who had fallen asleep from the movements of the car, to your front door, where he unlocked it and stepped in.

You had finally been discharged from the hospital, and you were able to go home. It had been a trying afternoon, with lots of tears as you tried to manoeuvre yourself with a C-section wound, and two very needy babies who just wanted to be on you all the time. You had to take a time out getting to the wheelchair, where Santi did his best to calm the girls, and to calm you.

Eventually, you made it out of the hospital and into Santi’s car, where he’d wrestled a little bit with the car seats before finally having the girls secure safely in the back of the car. Once you were settled in, Santi proceeded to drive well under the speed limit on the way back to your house. He glared at anyone who even gave him a funny look for driving so slowly, which made you giggle and make the quip that he could drive a bit quicker.

“No,” he’s said firmly. “You’re delicate, and they’re delicate. I am not driving any faster.”

You followed Santi into your house, where he was taking the girls out of their car seats. Gabrielle had been over to your house that morning, on your request, to arrange your house a little for your arrival. She’d bought some playmats down from the girls’ bedroom, and set up their bassinets in the living room so you didn’t have to tackle the stairs as soon as you got home.

Santi settled your babies in the bassinets before sighing, seemingly glad that everyone was safe and sound. “I’ll go and get our bags from the car, and we can have some dinner. What are you in the mood for?”

“Sushi,” you reply with no hesitation.

Santi gives an amused snort before nodding. “Sushi it is.”

“And I might have a teeny tiny glass of wine,” you say, grinning. “Just a small one.” You put your thumb and forefinger together, with just a tiny gap between them.

Santi laughs. “You deserve it.”

He disappeared outside, getting the bags from the car. You gently lower yourself down on your couch, sighing in relief as you get off your feet. Dr Montgomery had prescribed you some painkillers for you C-section for as and when you needed, and you know it’s going to be a tough recovery but with Santi’s help, you’re sure you’ll be fine.

He comes back in the house, laden with bags, before he sets them down by your front door, and closes it. He takes a look around your living room properly, saying, “You’ve made this place pretty nice.”

“I had a lot of time on my hands last week,” you say. “I needed something to do.”

Santi nodded, before his eyes drift over to Jasmine, who started fussing in her bassinet. As you went to stand, he gently placed his hand on your shoulder and pushed you back down, before pulling his phone from his pocket, handing it to you. “Here, have a look at what you want to eat, I’ll settle her.”

You take his phone and thank him as he made his way over to Jasmine, cooing at her, asking her what’s wrong as he lifted her from her bassinet. He set about to change her diaper. You scroll through the food app for a moment before your eyes drifted over to him, admiring him without his knowledge.

You felt happy. Content. This wasn’t what you imagined your life would turn out like, and sure, you and Santi did things a little unconventionally, but you wouldn’t change a thing. Everything worked out in the end, even if Santi did have a wobble about becoming a dad, even if your feelings for him will go unsaid and kept to yourself. You were okay with that, as long as he was there for your girls.

You sigh as you smile at the scene before you, of Santi telling Jasmine about his early days in the army, how he met Uncle Frank, and how loved they already were. Even though you did everything backwards with Santi and your girls, you look forward to the next chapter of your life and couldn’t wait to see what it brought.

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @superficialfeelings, @othersideoftheparadise, @beezusvreeland, @itsmytimetoodream

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #pregnant!reader #santiago garcia x f!reader #santiago garcia is a girl dad #change my mind

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 5 months ago

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Regretful Curse

Inspired by art by @shelbyinubakilee

Sleeping Beauty Au

Everyone in the kingdom rejoiced at the announcement of Queen Sera giving birth to a baby boy. His name was Adam and everyone came far and wide to be there to celebrate his arrival.

Sera looked on lovingly at her baby, oh he was so special, since the passing of the King, Adam would be the only heir to the throne.

Many people brought gifts for the baby, even the angels came down from above to bless the prince.

The first angel was named Peter. "Your majesty, I would like to bless your baby with the gift of beauty and grace." Peter wiggled his fingers, baby Adam giggled as light dust floated down to him.

The second angel was named Emily. "I would like to bless your baby with the gift of song, may he have a heavenly voice." The same magic floated down from her hands as well making the baby laugh more.

Lastly, the third angel was one named Lute. "I would like to-" She was interrupted when the palace doors were blown open, causing everyone to jump with a startled yelp.

Sera gasped as Lucifer strolled in with his devilish grin. The King of Hell came up to the Queen, he side eyed the baby in the bassinet. "Sera, long time no see. I have to say, I'm rather disappointed that no one told me of this fine occasion."

"You weren't invited." Sera said firmly.

"Not invi- Oh dear, how embarrassing." Lucifer chuckled as he neared the baby in the crib. "My, and what a baby you have here."

Sera gasped, the guards aimed their spears at the devil. "Don't hurt him!"

Lucifer barked a laugh. "Don't be dafted woman, I would never harm a child. I too, would like to bestow a gift upon the young prince." The devil let his full demonic form poke out as he let his magic flow. "While yes, the prince will grow with grace, beauty, and even a voice that rivals the heavens and be kind at heart-"

"That's a lovely gift." Sera interrupted which made Lucifer glare.

"I'm. Not. Done." He seethed. "For all these things, he will grow but..." Lucifer gave an evil smirk to the Queen. "On his 21st birthday, he will prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die an instant death." He laughed evilly as the curse took place.

Sera and everyone looked on horrified. "No!"

Lucifer sneered at her. She really thought that she could have it so he could never have a family of his own and not have repercussions? Stupid woman. "This curse will last until the end of time!" In a blaze of Hell fire and maniacal laughter Lucifer was gone.

Sera cried for the awful fate placed on her baby. "No, not my baby!"

Lute approached her. "Your majesty, I may not be able to lift his curse, but I can help it a little." She went over to the baby and placed her hand over him letting her magic flow. "Instead of death, he will only fall into a death like sleep, he may be awakened one day by true loves kiss. Only that can wake him from a slumber so deep."

That night the angels were placed with Adam to care for him, he could never know who he really was until after his 21st birthday. They were made to live in the woods where they raised him as their own.

All spinning wheels were burned and banned in the kingdom of Eden.

(((Idk if I'll continue this but here you go!!)))

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask #inspired by other people's art

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angelbaby-fics · 10 months ago

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not a request just a cute thought that popped in my head

bucky always puts little reader on the counter when he’s doing stuff in the kitchen (washing dishes, getting a snack, making a bottle)

whenever steve sees her sitting up there he picks her up cause he doesn’t like her being up there, but he’d never tell her that

and steve doesn’t want to upset her so he just carries her around

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eeep i love this idea!!!

bucky always wants his little within his line of sight if he can, so if steve isn't home you'll be perched somewhere in the house while bucky cleans, when he moves rooms he takes you with him and perches you there too, you've got a toy to fiddle with (or his phone playing videos if you've been very good that week!), but mostly you just watch whatever he's doing, fascinated by his focus

if you're napping, no problem! you've got a little bassinet that bucky can wheel around, keeping you undisturbed no matter which room he's cleaning

when steve's home, you're only sat on the counter for about .005 seconds before you're scooped right back up again. he knows you've got a tendency to get the wiggles, and even though you've never fallen before, he still never wants to chance it if he can help it. besides, then he gets to hold you, which is like his favorite thing to do!!

#btw these are my favorite types of asks to get hehe #like i even when i have no energy to write i am ALWAYS excited to just talk to y'all about cute ideas 💕 💕#🩰

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amuhav · 3 months ago

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“Is he okay?” Sky asked once Loch was gone. “Probably still hungover,” River said. “Pretty sure he and Talon accounted for half the damn bar bill.” Sky smiled unsurely. “He was very drunk, that’s true. Surprised Asher didn’t cut him off earlier. Actually, I didn’t see much of Ash last night, come to think of it.” “Dunno.” River shrugged. “He was talking with Nanna a lot—and this morning at breakfast, too, actually. I’m sure they’re fine—or arguing again. Who knows with them?” He yawned, tiredness creeping over him again. He looked up at the clock on the wall; had things gone to plan, he’d be waking up from a nap as their coach pulled up to their hotel. Smiling at his new nephew and niece, he couldn’t really complain. A niggling little thought reminded him it would be their turn in about six months, but he pushed it down. He hadn’t even had a full day of wedded bliss yet; that worrying could wait. One of the babies began to stir, the girl, a threat of further crying bubbling under her small sounds of frustration. Sky sighed with a smile. “Can you pass her over? She’s due a feed.” “I can do it,” Bay said as he quietly shushed the baby. “Do you have boobs, Bay?” Sky asked with clear amusement. “Oop, nope, my bad.” Bay quickly wheeled the bassinet over with an awkward laugh. “Sorry, I just, ya know, with Heaven and everything...” Sky laughed. “Yeah, sorry, no bottles here just yet.” River stood with a sleepy stretch. “If I drag the sun loungers out by the pool tomorrow, you reckon I can convince Chad it’s the same as being out in the Mediterranean?” Bay laughed. “You know the sun will fuck off behind a cloud the second you do.” “Yeah.” River sighed, stifling another yawn. “I gotta get home, or else I’ll fall asleep at the wheel. Need us to bring you anything?” “Nah, I’m good. Amir’s bringing more supplies up later. I’ll survive on hospital food until then, I’m sure.” “If you say so,” Bay scoffed. “Let us know when you’re home, yeah? Sylvie wants to drop in a care package, apparently. I think she just wants to fuss over the babies, personally, but hey, free food for you.” “Add extra chocolates, and she can have as many cuddles as she wants.” “Noted.”

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#ts3 #ts3 legacy #Karaish Legacy #Bay Karaish #Sky Karaish #River Karaish #did I make new hospital bassinets just because I didn't like the only CC one I could find?#you can't prove nuthin lmao

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crissiebaby · 8 months ago

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Push Me, Mommy

DISCLAIMER: This story contains ageplay, gentle femdom, diaper usage, masturbation/diaper sex, breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes! I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Silenas

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Digging a finger between the elastic of his soft pink, cotton socks and his delicate ankle, Sammy quickly slid off one sock and then the other before sneaking his little toesies over the rim of the stroller. He chortled as the mellow, early evening air whizzed between his stretching piggies, cooling them down after a long day out and about. From shopping at the mall and eating in a fancy café to the Mommy-Little potty class he attended weekly, the diaper-clad Little had been on a tirade of fun all afternoon. If it hadn’t been for the stroller, he would’ve been resigned to returning home after his exciting day out completely pooped. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about how exhausted he was while under the diligent care of his Mommy.

“Uh oh! I see someone’s widdwe grippers poking out,” said Jade in a sing-songy voice from behind the oversized stroller’s telescoping handlebar, immediately causing Sammy to yank his feet downward. She giggled, adoring the silly antics of her precious Little. Unlike her easily exhausted baby boy, she was nowhere near tired as demonstrated by the peppy bounce in her step. Whatever equivalent of Little Space existed for Bigs, she was feeling it in full force, “You got a good hold on that pencil holder, sweetie?”

Nodding his head enthusiastically with a small, clay pot in his hands, Sammy responded, “Uh huh! Ish extwa safe!” he said, snickering merrily as he held his handiwork close to the chest of his overalls with pastel-colored patches scattered across the infantile, denim outfit. Painted sky blue with red and yellow flowers circling the pencil holder’s circumference, Sammy’s handmade cup was practically indistinguishable from one a toddler would craft, making him love it all the more.

All of a sudden, Sammy felt the wheels of the stroller come to a full stop, prompting him to peek over the side of his carriage. His eyes instantly widened with anticipation as he spotted an empty park playground. Usually, he had to suppress his unending desire to play in public spaces. However, given that the sun was low and the park was empty as far as the eye could see, this was the perfect opportunity to indulge his need for Little Space activity.

“We’ve got a little time before we need to head home and get dinner started. Wanna play for a few minutes?” said Jade, already knowing Sammy’s answer before she asked. Sure enough, her subby bundle of joy was practically attempting to leap out of the stroller as he craned his head over the canopy and nodded vehemently. Sadly, it was his own fatigue that did him in. She watched empathetically as Sammy’s jelly legs crumbled beneath his weight, sending him crashing into the spongy cushions that lined the stroller’s bassinet, “Oh dear, that tired huh?”

Folding his arms with a mighty pout taking shape in the center of his face, Sammy gazed at the playground longingly. Had he known jungle gym playtime was on the table for today, he would’ve used his energy more sparingly. “Ish no faiw! I wansa pway, Mommy!” he whined with an unmistakable lisp.

Gazing amongst the playground’s offerings, Jade searched for a way for her baby to play in the park whilst remaining stationary. The solution to her problem presented itself in the form of a four-seater swing set: three of which were normal swings that anyone of any age could sit on with a baby swing filling in the fourth slot. For a brief moment, she considered the possibility of plopping Sammy’s tushy inside the waste-guarded baby swing. The mental image was almost too tempting. Tragically, the thought of her baby boy getting stuck in the swing, while admittedly hilarious, would be far less funny if she was forced to call for help. Why ruin the day with a mean-spirited prank when some soothing swing-time would surely bring an equal amount of blush to Sammy’s face? “Hey Sammy-cakes, I think I see a swing over there with your name on it,” she said, pointing toward the row of dangling seats.

Within seconds, Sammy’s somber expression made a complete 180-degree turn. Holding up grabby hands, he exclaimed, “Uh huhs! I wansa swing weawwy high!” His excitement doubled as Jade lifted the clay pot from his hands before lifting him out of the stroller. He was so lucky to have such a tall and athletic Mommy.

The chains of swing jingled and jangled as his pampered rear settled into place atop the black, flexible strip of canvas. It was a delightful sound that compelled Sammy to clap and Jade’s heart to sore. Their Little-Big synergy had been maxed out.

“Push me! Push me!” chanted Sammy, kicking his legs gleefully as he anticipated his initial launch. That anticipation would increase by a gazillion times once Jade’s hands planted themselves on his hips and pulled him backward. The butterflies whizzing throughout his tummy reacted in kind, ramping up their fluttering to astronomical speeds. He was so excited that his body unconsciously expelled several spurts of urine into his diaper; a product of his existence as a perma-diapered dork.

Extending the swing up and back as far as her strength permitted, Jade heaved Sammy forward with all her might, propelling her baby boy through the air at a pleasing pace. “Don’t forget to move your leg, my honey baby,” she said, tossing in Sammy’s favorite embarrassing pet name for good measure.

Sammy minded his Mommy’s wishes dutifully, extending his feet outward at the peek of his arc. He then used his momentum to throw his legs back as the swing crashed back to Earth, returning him to Jade’s loving embrace. A second push immediately followed, repeating his jubilant ascent. It was safe to say his Little Space levels were off the charts.

Likewise, Jade’s Big heart swelled with love for her darling Little. Allowing Sammy to be his silly, diaper-soiling self was more important to her than life itself. He was her everything, and she was his. “Is that high enough, Honey Baby Sammy?” she asked, coyly snickering as her hands collided with the crinkly surface of a diaper. It was a kink, they shared after all.

“Uh-huhs!” shouted Sammy, his voice filled with unabashed glee as gravity ushered him back toward his Mommy at a pleasant speed. He and his Mommy continued to play the day away with the sun slowly lowering itself on the horizon as if every push from Jade propelled the Earth to rotate. Waggling his legs with no regard for how silly he looked, he never wanted their playtime to end.

*GRUUUUUUUUMBLE!*

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, which was a lesson Sammy’s rumbly belly was more than happy to remind him of. “I-I hungy, Mommy,” he said bashfully as a line of blush from earlier resurfaced. A grumpy tum meant only one thing: feeding time. The front of his diaper began to wiggle and pulse as Jade slowed his swinging to a stop.

“Alrighty, take Mommy’s hand, sweetie,” said Jade, extending her hand to Sammy and waiting for him to accept it. Her smile expanded rapidly as he sheepishly reached out and wrapped his entire hand around her fingertips. Leading her baby boy by the arm, she escorted them to a nearby park bench and took a seat near the edge to give him as much room as possible. Her hand patted the space next to her sensually, “Lie down, baby.”

Sammy’s butt sank into his squelchy padding as he obeyed Mommy’s command, alerting him to how much he had used his diaper while swinging. Overwhelmed by a tantalizing combination of love and lust, he quickly threw his head down onto Jade’s lap, burying the crimson hues adorning his cheeks.

“Aww! What a shy little slice of pie you’re being! Are you excited to nom on Mommy’s boobies?” teased Jade, relishing in the way Sammy mashed his face into her thighs harder out of sheer embarrassment and squeed at the top of his lungs. She could easily turn him into a babbling mess with a few more comments like that but she didn’t want Sammy to end up non-verbal for the rest of the night. Instead, she shifted her attention to unclipping the front of her maternity bra in preparation for Sammy’s feeding. After months of using a breast pump daily, her melons had swollen to nearly double their original size, providing her with all the nutrition a growing baby could ever need. Placing a hand under Sammy’s head as she spun him face up, she lowered the front of her loose-fitted top, revealing a tit equal to the size of her Little’s head.

Sammy’s eyes widened in unison with his mouth, feeling spoiled rotten as his lips were guided to Mommy’s taut nipple. His tongue swirled around Jade’s areola, tasting the first few drops of her sweet, warm milk. Those drops soon transitioned into a trickle before becoming an all-out stream of murky, white fluid, with Sammy trapped beneath the weight of her bountiful bosom and forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful. Not that he was complaining one bit. He’d happily suckle on Jade’s mommy milkers for the rest of time if that’s what she wanted.

Meanwhile, Sammy’s cock raged on the inside of his pillowy diaper, begging for the gentle caress that only a Mommy could provide. He feebly thrust his hips, bouncing his butt up and down without any control. Gobbled up by a void of pleasure, his arms fell limp to his sides and his eyes rolled back as he felt Jade’s hand bless the front of his diaper with its presence.

Jade soothingly scratched the back of Sammy’s hair while her other hand mooshed into his squishy diaper front, surrounding him with comfort on all sides. “That’s my happy baby,” she said, gathering as much diaper fluff as she could around the base of Sammy’s crotch before sliding her fingers around the outline of his shaft, “My happy, horny widdwe baby.”

Quaking didn’t begin to describe the way Sammy’s body blissfully twitched and convulsed. Interred within the logical recesses of his brain, he could tell an orgasm was near even if his conscious mind had all but gone silent. His muffled moans echoed out across the darkening sky as he continued to fill his stomach to the point it began to pooch out the tummy flap of his overalls.

Jade could sense that Sammy was close to climaxing due to the increasing suction around her nipple. Growing sore and not wanting to leave her mammaries lopsided, she knew a change-up was in order. “Time to switch, my honey baby,” she said, unlatching Sammy from her right breast and shifting him to her left without missing a beat. With part two of his feeding underway, she picked up the pace of her diaper fondling to ensure he squirted before his meal was complete.

“Abababa!”

“I know, sweetheart. We’re almost home.”

Suddenly, a pair of unfamiliar, tired-sounding voices pulled Jade’s focus away from Sammy and toward the park’s walking path. Seconds later, a young Daddy and his adorable Little rounded a section of trees. He had her hoisted upon his back, her aching feet dangling at his sides. Behind her, a brown, bulging nappy sagged far below the hemline of her skirt, earning a nose chuckle from Jade. Fortunately, the Daddy looked completely unphased, likely the product of his impressive physique.

The Daddy and Jade made eye contact with each other as he and his baby girl passed by, nodding to each other in solidarity. He shot a pining glance at her stroller momentarily, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Bought it second-hand on eBay. I highly recommend,” she said, receiving a snicker and a meek thumbs-up from the perspiring papa.

“MMMMMM!” wailed Sammy, yanking Jade’s eyes southward. In the midst of advising the Daddy on how to buy a premium stroller without breaking the bank, she’d absentmindedly edged Sammy past the point of no return. Milk dribbled down his chin as he erupted with ecstasy, gushing countless globs of cum into his beloved padding. His sucking ceased as his quivering body steadily calmed down.

Raising her hand from Sammy’s diaper, Jade resumed running her nails along his scalp, though at a considerably slower pace. Aftercare was now the name of the game. “Did you have fun, Sammy?” she asked, giggling as his bobbing head bobbled her boobs. As her gaze drifted off toward the fading sunset, she sighed with an abundance of contentment. It had been a wonderful day, which made what she said next a tad bittersweet, “It’s time to head home, honey baby.” With his head resting against her, she hugged his upper half tightly. Soon, they would be welcomed by the coziness of their house but for a few moments longer, they got to enjoy the final fleeting seconds of daylight. Until tomorrow, Mr. Sun.

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*RIIIIP!*

Unsticking the last of the four tabs, Jade promptly patted the square of tape down on the diaper’s landing pad. “Ah! There we go. Much better,” she said, wiggling her hips atop the changing table and indulging in her favorite part about being diapered: the symphony of crinkling. Straining her peripheral vision in Sammy’s direction, she arched her back in a seductive manner as she sat up, “Like what you see?”

Sitting criss-cross applesauce in a fresh, nighttime diaper with his hands gripping his ankles, Sammy eagerly affirmed Jade’s question, “Uh huhs! Chus weawwy, weawwy pwetty!” His grabby hands made a pleasing reappearance, illustrating his desperation to be held inside her arms. Mommy never looked sexier to him than when she was padded.

“Hehe! You’re too sweet, honey baby,” she cooed, leaping off the changing table and adjusting the hem of her diaper. She may have been a full-time Mommy but the diaper lover in her needed to be pacified as well. Luckily, she had the best baby boy in the world who didn’t think of her as any less Big to him whether she was nappied or not, “So, Sammy-baby, do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon tonight?”

Shuffling his feet exuberantly beneath the covers, this was perhaps Sammy’s favorite question. “Big spoon!” he said, holding his arms open wide, both for emphasis and in preparation for his Mommy’s arrival.

Jade flicked off the light switch, leaving only the soft glow of a crescent moon nightlight to guide her toward Sammy and a very comfy-looking crib. Slipping into bed, her simpering lips curled inward as she allowed herself to be cuddled into her baby’s chest. She scooted her butt back until it too was pressing into Sammy’s form, biting her lip as she felt him stiffen as though their playtime at the park hadn’t occurred. “Nite nite, Sammy,” she said, nestling her head into the crux of his arm.

“Ninis, Mommy,” replied Sammy, squeezing and snuggling Jade as the pair of padded lovers settled into place for a good night's sleep.

THE END.

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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

| this story was inspired by the songs "How Did It End?" & "The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived" by Taylor Swift |

| a companion to 'Pretty' |

Coriolanus holds the single rose in his hand with such vice that the stem has gone limp.

He’s been to enough funerals to know how this goes, what’s expected of him. He attended his little sister’s funeral.

“I’m going to see your sister.”

Those words play over and over in his head while the officiant drones on and on about what an exemplary citizen Soarynn Snow was.

Was any of it true? Any of the time they spent together?

He thinks about all the time he spent with Soarynn. Seven years of life with her. He remembers the day he found out she was ticklish. He tickled her just to hear her laugh, to hear genuine happiness from her. She always seemed so miserable with him even though he’d given her everything she could ever dream of.

Coriolanus thought he had a good grasp on grief. He lived through the war, after all, the Dark Days, and even managed to come out on top. He had the name, the wife, the child. Now two of those are gone.

He had found it extremely difficult to fathom the loss of his own child, his firstborn son. It just didn't seem like something that could happen to him, not when he was on top of the world. Not when they had the nursery all ready, the baby clothes hanging in the closet, the stuffed animals lining the shelves. Soarynn had thrown herself into preparing their son's nursery and transformed the empty space into a warm, loving environment.

They had been so close. So close. But there was a complication, undetected until it was too late and suddenly Coriolanus was receiving phone calls left and right telling him that his wife was found unconscious on their library floor in a pool of her own blood.

Why didn't she call him?

It was a question that plagued his mind as the doctor asked him who they should attempt to save, his son, or his wife.

He chose his wife of course.

Being a father of a dead child was bad enough, but to be a widowed man at such a young age? No. Coriolanus couldn't afford that. He knew their son wouldn't make it into the world alive and if he did then it wouldn't be a pretty sight. Another thing he couldn't afford was having a son who would undoubtedly be the laughingstock of Panem. With the possibility of disfigurements and mental lapses, it was easy for Coriolanus to make the call.

He knew it would devastate Soarynn beyond belief. As much as it terrified her, he knew she wanted to be a mother. She got pregnant rather quickly after their wedding, allowing Coriolanus to confirm once again that Soarynn was of value to him and their family.

He stood out in the hospital hall as they attempted to save his wife. He only caught a small glimpse of them cutting her open before he looked away. He couldn't watch. Then, his son was born.

He didn't make a sound. Stillborns don't cry.

They stitched her up and that was that. One dead child, and one grieving wife.

Coriolanus hadn't known what to do, what to say. Sure, he could be comforting when he needed to be, like when Soarynn had one of her little breakdowns after they had sex. But he was always prepared for those.

How do you prepare for the death of your firstborn child?

So he hadn't said anything, left her to talk with the doctor, and watched the nurses wheel in their dead child in his bassinet for Soarynn to hold for the first and last time. In a way, he was impressed that she even had the strength to do so. He never wanted to hold their son, to see a painful reminder of what could have been.

His curiosity had gotten the best of him once he joined Soarynn's side again, once he saw the pain and sorrow in her eyes. How empty her gaze was.

"What did he look like?" He had asked her, resting a hand on her head.

"He looked like a Snow," she had answered.

And that had been good enough for him.

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus had however been prepared for the aftermath of their son's death. Only because he knew what it was like, to lose an infant due to unforeseen circumstances. When his baby sister died, his parents were quick to move past it.

He felt it was better that way, no need to linger in the past when there was a bright future ahead of them. They could have another child. He'd confirmed that with the doctor before they left. Soarynn wasn't left barren and unable to give him more children and she certainly would give him children in due time.

They'd arrange a small funeral, grieve privately, and more forward publicly. Simple as that. He knew his wife could get sentimental, especially over stupid, little things like books and things of that nature. But he didn't need her to get caught up on what could have been.

He expected them to move on.

He didn't expect Soarynn to make a scene in front of their close family and friends before storming out of the penthouse, leaving without so much as a goodbye. Coriolanus had been furious, absolutely furious with her behavior. He wasn't the one who lost their child. He did everything right, everything by the books and still they lost him. It. They lost it.

Then she lost it.

Coriolanus knew where to go, to find her. She went home. He could give her whatever she wanted, fill their penthouse with all her favorite things but it still wouldn't be enough for Soarynn.

Glen had been upset, and understandably so. Coriolanus couldn't imagine the state that Soarynn showed up in and without their child on top of all that. But he was quick to smooth things over, win Glen over once again, and promised to come back in two days to collect Soarynn.

He got a phone call the next morning. He'd been surrounded by family and friends, namely the Creeds and Clemensia who all watched silently as Coriolanus was delivered the news that bore the death of his wife.

"Drowned in the bathtub."

That's what Glen mumbled before hanging up.

Coriolanus didn't know what to say, what to do. How do you drown in the bathtub? He knew enough to know that it had to be done on purpose. This was no accident. Soarynn killed herself.

He got a wide array of reactions when he shared the news. Most were filled with tears and condolences. It felt so strange to him to know that Soarynn wasn't in their room, curled up under the covers with her cat and a book.

She wasn't in the library, sitting in his favorite chair while she looked through old photo albums.

She was gone. How strange to be gone. To end your own life.

He had two funerals to plan now.

He'd only said a few words before disappearing into his room, "We'll tell no one except all of our friends." As far as everyone else was concerned, she died during the miscarriage. Women die all the time giving birth. What makes Soarynn so special?

But she had been special. Hadn't she? She'd been kind, and caring, she would've been a good mother. He'd never know how it would've ended.

But he couldn’t help himself from wondering how it all ended.

Were there signs? Had she cried out for help?

He tore their bedroom apart looking for clues, for something to hold onto, to tie him to her. After hours of endless searching, he finally came across a book he had never seen before, tucked away in their closet in an old shoe box. He’d held the small book in his hands, simply staring at it before he finally gained the courage to open it.

Her diary.

He hung me on his wall. Not literally but it felt like it. It always feels like I’m some animal pelt when he makes me take those pills. Sometimes I wish I were an animal pelt. At least I’d be dead.

It was no wonder she kept this so hidden from him. He would’ve been livid if he found this when she was still alive. How strange to think that Soarynn wasn’t alive anymore. He would never be able to smell the sweet scent of vanilla again without thinking of the girl who sat in front of him in class that year. Little did she know that choosing that seat would cost her life.

He kept reading. There were so many entries, all devastating in their own way.

I wish I could run away. But I can’t, he trapped me. We’re having a baby in eight months. Coriolanus thinks it’ll be a boy, I hope so too for his sake. I don’t think he’d like a girl. Everyone has been congratulating me on the news but they do that a lot. Congratulate me. On the wedding, on the penthouse, on our relationship. If only they knew. He shows me off, loves to do it. I hate it. I hate it here.

He flipped to the end of the diary, not in the mood for her whining and nagging. The last entry was so short, but the way it was written made Coriolanus feel as if his throat was tightening up. It was like she knew he’d find her diary, would read it, would go to the last entry. She sounded so angry.

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? In fifty years will this be declassified? And you’ll confess why you did it. And I’ll say, “Good riddance.” Cause it wasn’t sexy once it wasn’t forbidden. I would’ve died for your sins instead i just died inside. And you deserve prison, but you won’t get time. You kicked out my stage lights, but you’re still performing. In plain sight you hit. But you are what you did. And I’ll forget you but I’ll never forgive. The smallest man who ever lived.

At six-foot-two and at the top of the world, Coriolanus Snow had never felt so small. And for the first time in a very long time, much like his wife, he broke down.

꧁ ꧂

"If anyone would like to share a memory or a few kind words, please do so now," the officiant says, somberly looking into the massive crowd of Capitol elites who have gathered to honor and mourn the death of Soarynn Snow and her stillborn child.

Coriolanus stares down at the ground, at her coffin. It's black and sleek with roses engraved around it. The proper casket for the wife of a Snow. A smaller one sits next to hers. Their sons.

Coriolanus squeezes the white rose in his hand a little tighter as someone walks up to the front, stepping onto the podium.

"Miss Soarynn was a fine Capitol lady."

Coriolanus looks up to see the doorman to their apartment standing at the microphone, "She always greeted me with a smile, asked how my day was going. She even brought me cookies one day, it...it was my birthday. She was a kind woman and my heart goes out to you Mr. Snow, your wife was a lovely lady."

Coriolanus manages to give the doorman a tight-lipped smile. It's hard to smile with that letter playing over and over in his head, those words haunting him now. Were they all watching him now?

His wife, his son, his sister, his mother-in-law?

He wasn't given much notice once the letter arrived on his doorstep. Glen Nightingale all but stormed into the penthouse, collecting every memory of Soarynn, including the cat. The look Glen had given him was all Coriioanus needed to know that Soarynn had told him everything. Or at least something.

He could feel the hatred radiating off of Glen as they stood next to each other.

"Soarynn Nightingale was too good for this world."

Coriolanus doesn't need to look up to know that Sejanus Plinth has taken to the microphone. "She was too gentle, too kind and trusting and that trust was taken advantage of over and over again by someone she blindly trusted. I hope that she and her son can find rest in the afterlife."

A few more people go up to speak, all noting how kind Soarynn was, how beautiful and gentle that girl was.

Was, was, was.

Eventually, Coriolanus is ushered to the podium. He knows he has to give out somewhat of a statement, he can see all the news outlets at the back of the crowd, eager to hear about the tragic events that have suddenly befallen the Snow family.

He clears his throat before speaking, "My gratitude extends to each and every one of you who has attended the funeral of my wife and son today. My wife was loved by many, my son never got the chance to be loved."

He knows that's not true. Soarynn loved their son before he was born.

"We were blind to unforeseen circumstances. My wife's pregnancy was complicated and in the end, led to a tragic and fatal miscarriage that took the lives of the two people who meant the most to me in the world."

Whispers can be heard throughout the crowd. Some people believe him. Coriolanus has always been good at playing for the cameras, telling people what they want to hear. Other whispers are doubtful of his love for Soarynn and their son.

And he has Glen Nightingale to thank for that. Three days after her death, it came out that Sorynn had filed for divorce. Claiming that she was the victim of domestic abuse, sexual violence, and coercion, and numerous amounts of other accusations that did nothing but taint his reputation.

As if her death wasn't hard enough, Coriolanus now has people coming at him left and right, questioning him and his marriage. His father advised him to keep his head down, to deny such claims, and to continue to share his love and adoration for Soarynn.

He just doesn't know if he has any to give.

"I loved my wife. She was kind and generous, she was a devoted woman who was loyal to her family and her country. She would want us to celebrate her life and our sons, not mourn it."

There, he's told people what they want to hear, and now, he's ready to hear what he wants to hear.

꧁ ꧂

The reception dinner is quiet for the most part, only small conversations take place. Many people have come up to Glen to give their condolences. One wife and one daughter gone. Coriolanus fears that he can now relate to Glen on that level and he so badly wishes that he didn't.

"Do you think you'll ever remarry?"

Coriolanus looks to his left to find Livia Cardew addressing him, her eyes pinning him down. A bit of an inappropriate question to ask at a funeral, especially his wife's funeral but Coriolanus will be damned if he comes off as unpolite by ignoring her question.

"I think right now I need to focus on putting the pieces back together," he answers, ignoring the glare that Glen sends his way.

Livia hums and turns back to her dinner leaving them in another uncomfortable silence. Soarynn certainly left a mess behind for him to clean up. Not only her death but now legal issues as well. What a selfish thing to do.

꧁ ꧂

They opted to leave the casket open for those who wanted a moment alone with Soarynn before they buried her six feet in the ground. Coriolanus had declined to do the same with his son. No one would ever know what he looked like, what he could have looked like. What could have been.

Many people go up to Soarynn, he watches them whisper words they probably don't mean. He doubts most people really knew her. He barely did himself it seems. Eventually, he gathers the courage to see his wife one last time. At least her death wasn't horrendous and she didn't slit her wrists open along with her face. She looks like she's sleeping.

But she'll never wake up.

He leans down until it's just the two of them, not a word between them. She smells like vanilla. Her skin is pale, it lacks the normal tan hue she always had.

"You left me," he whispers, "left me to deal with this mess."

Soarynn doesn't respond.

"You know, I keep going over it in my head. What if I never noticed you? Never took interest in you? Would my life be this fucked if we never met? Do you know Soarynn? Do you know how different things would've been for the both of us? if you're listening from Heaven do me a favor and ask someone up there if they can see, if they can see what it would look like if our paths never crossed. And if they can find something, somewhere where you never ruined my fucking life, you ask them something for me, okay?"

Coriolanus has to force himself to take a deep breath as he whispers to his wife, berating her from the grave.

"How did it end?"

He straightens up, giving Soarynn one last look. She was fun, quiet, and obedient for the most part. She tried to be good for him, and he had to give her credit for that.

Her hair has been done in curls, her makeup is light and her lips are a soft pink even though he knows that under all that makeup she's pale and her lips are blue.

She looks so pretty.

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