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pathologicalreid · 7 months ago

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extraordinary measures | s.r.

in which your life hangs in the balance after a brutal attack, and Spencer has to hold himself together for the sake of you and your baby

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: fetal abduction, potentially inaccurate medical information, entirely from spencer's pov, very violent crime, mom!reader, hospitals, medication, spencer lashes out at jj, rossi's son. word count: 4.41k a/n: the people said dad!spencer angst and i delivered. also! trying something new with formatting my posts. i pay for canva pro and need to get my money's worth.

The hospital staff had moved them into a conference room, giving the BAU more space to spread out – and so Spencer’s pacing wouldn’t disturb the other people in the waiting room. This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. Not to us. Not to me. Not to her.

The statistics on fetal abduction were alarming. Before today, there had only been thirteen cases since Spencer had joined the BAU. Today alone, there had been two.

“Excuse me,” an unfamiliar voice said, followed by two knocks on the door, “I’m so sorry, but have you had the chance to fill out some of the forms that we gave you?”

Answering for him, Penelope grabbed the clipboard off of the table and passed it to the nurse, “The insurance card is on the top,” she informed the nurse. Nervously, the blonde looked between the medical professional and Spencer, “Is there any update?”

The nurse cringed slightly, “I don’t have one. I’ll see if they can send someone to talk to you.” She nodded assuredly before peeling out of the room.

“Can I get you anything?” Garcia asked helplessly. He had already been given tea, water, coffee, and a sandwich, but he didn’t want any of it.

Shaking his head numbly, Spencer dragged his hands down his face as he replayed the events of this morning in his head.

He wasn’t even supposed to be working, you were due any day now, but Emily had called him with the case and gave him the choice of working. He was supposed to go with you to the check-up, but you had encouraged him to go save a life.

The woman who had been found this morning had her abdomen crudely cut open and her baby was born via a botched cesarean section, but her baby was too premature and didn’t make it. They were both found in an alley near the hospital by a garbage man. Then, while he and Luke were at the medical examiner’s office, his phone started to ring.

You had been discovered, bleeding out, outside of your obstetrician’s office, and if you hadn’t been so close to a building full of doctors, you probably wouldn’t have made it as far as surgery right now. The fact that you had been brought to surgery should have been enough to give him hope, but he hasn’t been raised to be hopeful, he was raised to be pragmatic. The reality of the situation was that in cases of fetal abduction, the mothers rarely made it out the other side.

He was left with Garcia to keep him company, she stayed as a watchdog, mainly looking through traffic footage on her laptop as she made sure Spencer didn’t go entirely off the rails. “You’re going to burn a hole in the floor,” she said offhandedly, begging Spencer to just sit down for a moment.

With a huff, he took a seat next to Penelope, leaning his head back on the taupe drywall, “I don’t know what to do,” he confessed.

“We’re going to wait, we are not going to catastrophize, and we will listen to any and all updates that the doctors give us,” she said determinedly, nodding her head as she did so. “We only know what we know and assuming the worst will just lead to feeling worse.”

Closing his eyes, he agreed, listening to the bustle of the hospital from inside the secluded, makeshift waiting space. He wished he knew more about your status when you came in, there were the crime scene photos – which Penelope was under strict orders not to show him – and a quick mention from a resident about blood loss, but nothing else.

“Dr. Reid?” A new voice said, snapping him out of his stupor as he rose to his feet, staring at the doctor who came in with his scrub cap on, “I’m afraid there isn’t much news. Things are still touch and go. They’re hopeful that they can get the bleeding under control, once they do that, we’ll know more. I’ll come out and let you know, alright?”

With the doctor leaving, Garcia reopened her laptop, “You see? We can’t assume the worst because we just don’t know enough yet.”

“Garcia,” he interrupted, hopeful for just a moment of silence to digest the new information – if you could even call it that.

Nodding succinctly, she returned to her work, “Right, okay.”

With the arrival of JJ, Penelope left to check in at the office, and since a profiler was bound to know more information, he asked JJ for an update. His baby had to be almost three hours old now, and he knew nothing about them.

He was left disappointed, there was no information on the UnSub or the baby, “What’s the point of it anyway?”

“Everyone is working on it, Spence. No one is going to rest until this case is closed,” JJ tried to reassure him.

Spencer wasn’t sure he was ever truly going to rest again, “Where is someone supposed to go with a newborn baby? The umbilical cord has to be still attached.” Statistically, women were more likely to commit cesarean abductions, and they usually did so after the loss of their own child or because they told someone they were pregnant and needed to produce a baby. “No one can tell me anything about my child, JJ, don’t you understand that? Can’t you try to understand how that feels?”

Bracing herself, JJ nodded, “You’re angry, I get it, you-“

“No, you don’t. My wife is bleeding out in surgery, and I have no fucking clue where our baby is. I have never met them. I don’t know if I have a son or a daughter or if they’re alive and you have the nerve to tell me that you ‘get it’?” He peered over at the blonde profiler. You should’ve been the first person to hold your baby, and instead, you might never live to find out what happened to you.

She was silent for a moment, “You’re right. I- I can’t even begin to process what you’re feeling right now, but all we can do is keep working on the case.”

Dropping his head in his hands, Spencer shook his head, “Then go work on the case,” he insisted, “I don’t… I need to be alone right now.”

Just as the four-hour mark approached, the glass door opened again, and David Rossi walked in.

“Are you here to lecture me?” Spencer asked, his voice raspy from crying in the solitude of the room, he wondered if JJ had told everyone how he lashed out at her.

Crossing one leg over the other, Rossi answered, “Nope,” he said, popping the last syllable. “I’m just here to sit and wait, same as you, kid.”

Nodding, Spencer leaned his head back and closed his eyes as a protection against the fluorescent lights of the hospital, “How did you manage?”

There were some things – life events – that were left unspoken in the BAU. Traumas that people didn’t want uncovered, horrors that the team didn’t need to relive, but Spencer needed answers, and this was the only way he could think to get them. “Manage what?”

“Losing your son,” he answered, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he kept his eyes closed, wondering if he too would lose a child. Birth and death within the same day.

Clearing his throat, Rossi took a moment before responding, and Spencer wasn’t sure if he was appalled at the question or if he simply wasn’t sure how to respond, “Well, I’m not sure I ever really did. Not for a long time, at least,” he admitted.

Digesting the information, Spencer shifted in his seat, “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. Everyone just keeps telling me to wait, but…” he chuckled to himself, “Y/N always jokes that if patience is the companion of wisdom, then I have to be the exception.”

He had always been told to wait. Wait for his turn. Wait for the perfect person to show up. He had waited, and he had gotten you, but all of that waiting had led him here. In this beige room where he had signed papers asking doctors to use extraordinary measures to try and save your life.

“Dr. Reid?” One of the doctors from earlier called his name, knocking on the glass door. Instinctively, Spencer stood up, wiping his hands on his pants and looking at the doctor expectantly, “Oh, please,” the doctor said, “Take a seat.”

Hesitantly, Spencer lowered himself back down into the hospital chair, he couldn’t help but feel like that was a bad sign.

“All things considered, your wife is very, very lucky,” the doctor informed him, “She’s not fully out of the woods yet, but they’re setting her up in recovery right now. I’m just waiting on a message from my colleague, and then I’ll be able to bring you up to see her.”

A flurry of questions flew through his mind at once, “What are you still concerned about?” He asked, leaning over and resting his elbows on his knees.

Nodding, the doctor continued, “Y/N lost a lot of blood in the attack. When you factor in the trauma of having a baby and a four-hour surgery, there’s a lot of healing that has to happen, and right now she doesn’t have the strength for it.” His phone chimed, and Spencer jolted, trying not to get his hopes up if it wasn’t about you, “Come with me,” the doctor said.

Rossi offered to let the rest of the team know and Spencer rambled off a random confirmation as he followed the doctor through the doorway, feeling like he was floating. As they walked through the hospital, Spencer grew more and more anxious.

Your hand was cold. In fact, your hand was so cold that Spencer asked the doctor to turn the volume on your vital monitor up so that he could have the constant reassurance that you were alive.

Blood was being transfused still, he had already forgotten the doctor’s estimate on just how much blood you had lost, but if he had the urge to read through your medical chart, he was sure he could find out. The only problem was, ever since the doctor left, he hadn’t been able to do anything except stare.

Every once in a while, he pinched your index finger, testing the capillary refill time out of his own morbid curiosity while blood was being returned to your body. Agents and officers stood outside of your hospital room in a steady rotation. The BAU wasn’t sure if your life was still in danger, but they weren’t willing to take any risks.

There were countless law enforcement personnel involved in this case now, if not directly investigating the case, they were at least contributing to the search. The Manassas Field Office, DC Metro, the Maryland Police – they were all out there looking. Out the window, he could see news reporters gathering out front to start their afternoon broadcasts.

It had been four hours. Four hours and there was still no word on the baby or the UnSub. The baby would need to eat soon, and Spencer found himself depending on the UnSub to have had the forethought to take care of the newborn.

Every couple of minutes, you would mumble something in your sleep, and he willed you to stay asleep. Selfishly, he wanted you to stay asleep until he knew the baby was safe – until he knew he could have something good to tell you.

Penelope was stationed right outside the door. She likely thought he hadn’t noticed her return, but the clicking of her keyboard gave her away.

Infrequently, his phone buzzed in his pocket, and he tried not to concern himself with it. Garcia had made contact with your mom, being sure to reach out to your family before any other news hit the airwaves.

He adjusted the way the nasal cannula rested on your face before bringing your hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles and resting your cold fingers against his cheek, as if his face had the capacity to warm your whole body. Briefly, he wondered if the team would be willing to have a desk agent bring you a blanket from home.

The team would probably find a way to get him a helicopter if he requested it.

Flowers and cards flowed into your hospital room, arriving from people who knew you to people who had seen your story on the news. He had to look away when a small stuffed elephant was delivered by a nurse, knowing that the baby it belonged to was nowhere to be found.

Much to his surprise, he looked away from the stuffed animal just to find you looking back at him. The sorrow in your eyes a staggering reflection of that which could be found in his own. One glance at you and he knew that there was no need for him to break the news to you – you were well aware.

Spencer remained wholly silent as a slew of medical professionals filtered in and out of the room, a cacophony of directives and questions sent your way as tears filled your waterline. He captured your hand in both of his, holding your hand like it was a lifeline to everything he knew as the truth. He was here, you were here, and you were both alive. Tethered to you in the woven web of life, he refused to falter. Not now. Not when you needed him the most.

He answered the questions that you didn’t know the answers to and watched, tight-lipped, as your doctor kept you informed. Dr. Lasher was picking and choosing from your chart, telling you anything pertinent, and leaving out anything that she thought could wait for later.

Once the doctor had cleared through an extensive list of maladies, everyone let you have the room. “Darling,” he whispered, reaching a hand out to adjust the way your hospital gown rested on your shoulder, covering some of the exposed wires.

“There are no leads?” You asked tentatively, the pain in your voice exacerbated by the swelling caused by the breathing tube you’d had during surgery. Your eyes were glassy, and Spencer didn’t know if it was from sorrow or pain or fear. It was a question he was afraid to ask.

He shook his head, “Not yet, but everyone’s looking,” he fed you the same reassurances that had been given to him. The same reassurances that he hadn’t believed.

You moved your hands, laying your palms flat on the sterile white sheets and starting to push yourself up, only to be met with Spencer’s hands guiding you back down to the pillows. “I’ve gotta go,” you mumbled, “I wanna help. Spence, please let me help.” Fresh tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him in desperation.

The way your bottom lip quivered was what broke him, he tilted his head to the side, “You can help just fine from right here, okay?” He looked out into the hallway, wondering which member of the team was around for you to talk to. “I’ll be right back,” he told you, squeezing your hand before retreating to the hallway, never letting you out of his line of sight.

“Hey,” Penelope greeted, the compassion in her voice giving him pause, “How is she?”

Exhausted, terrified, in pain – all applicable at the moment. Spencer thought about answering for a moment before skipping Garcia’s question entirely, “Who’s around for a cognitive?”

You didn’t quite have the energy for a full interview, but you were so adamant about helping that he couldn’t refuse you, not today. “JJ’s one floor up, do you want me to call her for you?”

He thought about it for a moment, he hadn’t handled his last interaction with JJ with the most care, but you needed someone to talk to and it couldn’t be him. “Yeah,” he nodded, “Please.”

Spencer sat on the edge of your bed, smoothing your hair as he tried to comfort you. In all of the time he’d known you, he’d never need you so defeated.

Not much came out during your cognitive with JJ, either there was a mental block in the way or you hadn’t seen much when you were attacked. Whichever one it was, Spencer was fighting himself internally on whether or not he should be thankful.

“I’m so sorry,” Spencer murmured, keeping his voice low as you fought off sleep. “Close your eyes, sweetheart,” he cooed, “You need to rest.”

You fought sleep with everything you had in you, which wasn’t much anymore. The cognitive interview had gone too long. Your nurse was the one who put her foot down and ended it, even when you wanted to keep going. “It’s not fair,” you cried, slow tears making their way down your cheeks.

Very slowly, Spencer could feel his heart breaking as your exhaustion and desolation worked together to make you as miserable as possible, “I know, lovey. I know,” he assured you as tears filled his eyes.

Glassy eyes looked up at him, “I just wanted to be a mom,” you whispered, your speech slurred with sleep.

Letting his own tears fall to the white sheets of your hospital bed, Spencer nodded, “You are a mom.”

He didn’t add anything. He didn’t have it in him to make a grandiose speech about how you would always be your baby’s mother, and, luckily, he didn’t need to. Your eyes finally fell shut, final tears falling from your face as Spencer found himself grateful that sleep finally took you.

Never leaving your side, Spencer pulled the chair back up next to you, resting his chin on your bed's armrest and watching you sleep. Very slowly, color was beginning to return to your face, yet you still looked so different from when he had left the house that morning.

Unsure how long it had been, Spencer shot up straight when Penelope came rushing to the doorway, placing a finger to his lips, he nodded toward your sleeping form. Even so, the technical analyst waved him over.

Carefully, he slipped his hand out of yours and walked around your bed to Penelope, “What is it?”

Tears filled the blonde’s eyes as she looked up at him, she put both of her hands on his upper arms and cried, “They found your baby. It- they’re pulling up to the ambulance bay right now.”

Spencer’s lips parted in shock, having fully prepared himself for the day to end in undeniable heartbreak. “Are- is the baby okay?”

Penelope nodded, “They’re going up to the NICU right now to get checked out but apparently the EMTs said the baby looks completely unharmed.”

Turning to look at you, still asleep on the bed, Spencer gave Penelope a quick embrace before returning to your bedside, “Sweetheart,” he whispered, trying to wake you up from sleep that you still needed. “Honey,” he said, gently cupping your cheek with his hands as your eyes fluttered open.

You hummed groggily, squinting up at him under the fluorescence of the hospital.

“The baby’s here,” he murmured to you, making sure you didn’t jump up at his words. “They’re headed up to the NICU for a quick check, and-“

“Go,” you cut him off, your eyes wide and full of tears. “Please go hold them, Spence,” you cried, voice rough with sleep.

His shoulders slouched forward slightly, looking between you and Penelope in the doorway, “I’ll stay here,” Penelope offered immediately. “You go, I’ll stay.”

You nodded up at him, closing your eyes as he bent forward to press a kiss to your hairline. “I love you,” you breathed, placing a hand on your chest as if it would slow your racing heart.

“I love you too,” he responded before stepping out of the hospital room, following the directions that Penelope had given him in order to get up to the NICU.

Adrenaline made his stomach churn as he approached the NICU, wondering what he’d say to the people there until someone recognized him as The Dad. He still had to scrub his hands, but they let him through until he saw the bassinet. Even more, he saw the tiny baby kicking its legs inside of the acrylic container.

Emily stood by on high alert, ready to pounce on anyone who even looked at the baby funny, and Spencer just couldn’t stop staring. “Come here,” one of the NICU nurses said to him, obviously having been brought up to speed on the situation. With a smile on her face, she told him, “It’s a girl.”

“A girl,” he breathed, walking right up to the side of the bassinet.

The nurse nodded and adjusted the hat on her head, just slightly too big for the newborn’s head, “If you want, we can get you set up in a chair here, and you can give her a bottle.”

“Please,” he responded, earning another smile from the nurse, who had him take the crying baby in his arms before handing him the prepared bottle.

It broke his heart to watch how quickly she took to the bottle; he still wasn’t sure if she had eaten anything until this. He knew the nipple wouldn’t let her take in too much at a time, but in his subconscious, he was still worried about it being too much for her.

He rocked gently, “Hi, honey,” he cooed down at her.

“She’s a good eater,” the nurse observes, writing something down on a piece of paper. “We’ll keep an eye on her for just a little while, but we know how badly she needs to get down to her mama.”

Setting the now empty bottle down, Spencer looked up at the nurse, “Is she okay?”

The nurse nodded at his concern, “She’s on the small size, but she’s full term. Of course, not everything is going to be noticeable right away, but we did a full newborn exam on her and all of the tests say she’s a perfectly healthy baby.” She looked on as Spencer gently cupped the baby’s head, “Does she have a name?”

You and Spencer had made a deal, he would pick a boy’s name, and you would pick a girl’s name. Smiling softly, he murmured her name to her for the first time, “Genevieve,” he answered. A big name for such a small baby, maybe, but it was the name you had chosen.

He started making his way back down to you, feeling like he was floating through the taupe hallways of the hospital before he finally made it back to your room. Penelope excused herself when he emerged in the hallway.

“Spence,” you whispered, looking up at him with hope in your eyes for the first time since you had woken up after surgery.

Smiling at you, he sat on the edge of your bed, “Five pounds and fifteen ounces. Seventeen and a half inches long. Perfectly healthy.” He glanced behind him as he heard the wheels of the bassinet coming toward your room, turning back to watch your reaction as you saw your baby for the first time.

He was glad for his eidetic memory, he’d never want to forget the way your face lit up with recognition, “Oh, a girl.”

With the baby settled on your chest, there was nothing better for the two of you to do than watch her sleep. Every once in a while, she’d coo or squawk and immediately capture your every attention all over again. “How are you feeling?” Spencer asked you. The blood transfusions had been completed, leaving you on a course of broad-spectrum antibiotics, fluids, and lots of pain medication – two of which prevented you from breastfeeding. Although, because of her size and traumatic birth, the NICU doctor suggested that some formula would help her grow properly.

You hummed contentedly, “Tired. I hurt just about everywhere,” you admitted, not taking your eyes off of your newborn. “I’m so… just grateful,” you whispered, “Is that odd?”

“No,” he shook his head, “I know exactly what you mean.” For as terrible and horrifying as the entire ordeal was, it could’ve been much worse. He almost lost both of his girls in one day.

“Does the team want to meet her?” You asked, worried about entertaining guests with the baby.

Spencer chuckled softly, keeping his index finger pointed within Genevieve’s reach, testing her palmar reflex, “I’m sure they do, but we’ll wait and see how you feel tomorrow and revisit. Okay?”

Your head bobbed in confirmation, watching as your daughter very slowly woke up, “Hi, Vie,” you greeted her quietly, gently rubbing her back with your fingertips. You didn’t have the strength to fully hold her, but she was more than happy to just lay on you, “Sweet, sleepy girl.”

“Do you want me to take her, and you can get some sleep?” Spencer offered, noticing the way you were trying to hide a yawn from him. “We aren’t going anywhere, we’ll stay right here in this chair,” he reassured you based on the apprehensive look you were giving him.

Slowly, you nodded, helping as best you could and pouting in sympathy when Genevieve – Vie – cried out at the sensation of being moved from her warm spot on her mother’s chest to the warm spot in her father’s arms. Thankfully, the newborn calmed down just as soon as Spencer settled her in his arms, “Don’t go,” you whispered, letting your eyes fall shut as you allowed sleep to wash over you.

He hummed, “We won’t,” he muttered in response.

Sleep took you with little resistance, leaving him with Genevieve in the silence of the hospital room – save for all of the machines that you were still hooked up to.

She wouldn’t be up for much longer herself – newborns spent most of their day sleeping – so Spencer took his opportunity to watch her eyes wander around the hospital room. “You can go back to sleep too, little love. I’ll watch over the both of you,” he spoke to her in a reverent tone and adjusted the hat on her head. “I’ll keep you safe, Vie. No harm will come to you, not as long as I’m your dad.”

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signfromeywa · 4 months ago

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I am back with my silly sketches! I missed it so much! 🥰 After posting Ayluna with their baby, I wanted to draw Tsu'tey with his son too! 🥰💜

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Since Ayluna carries so much human DNA, not only the pregnancy was complicated, but also the birth. The baby was born prematurely and was still a little weak, but healthy. Furthermore, the birth was a cesarean section and Tsu'tey had a hard time trusting the humans and putting the health of his wife and son in the hands of humans.

But when his son was born healthy and Ayluna also survived the operation well, he was incredibly relieved and grateful.

He often calls his son little warrior because his son had to fight for his life at such an early age and he persevered. Tsu'tey is incredibly proud of his little family!

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samiraaymaan · 4 months ago

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My pregnancy is very weak. I have no money in my account. Please, I am a single woman. My children and I were also ordered by the army to leave our place because of the bombing. Please save my children and I. My situation is very catastrophic. I have no money, no food, and no milk for my child. Our lives

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sayruq · 11 months ago

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Amid Israel’s ongoing genocidal war on Gaza, maternal healthcare faces excruciating challenges. Deliberate and systematic Israeli attacks on hospitals and medical centers, and critical shortages of humanitarian aid, including medicine, have created a crisis that is endangering the lives of both mothers and newborns. The situation is critical. There are an estimated 50,000 pregnant women in Gaza and some 180 births every day. Israel’s decision in October to prevent food, water, fuel and electricity from entering Gaza created a desperate situation. Inadequate nutrition, exposure to cold and hot weather, the absence of clean water, and poor sanitation weigh heavily on the wellbeing of women and children. The circumstances force them to consume contaminated water, heightening the peril of dehydration and waterborne diseases, particularly among vulnerable groups such as expectant mothers, new mothers and young children. Fuel shortages and the constrained capacity of the few remaining medical facilities exacerbate the difficulty for women in labor to access hospitals. Um Amin, a mother with a few children, confronted with the harsh reality of displacement, recounted her family’s struggles during Israel’s aggression. As bombs relentlessly fell on their neighborhood, reducing their home to rubble, Um Amin had to seek refuge at a school run by the UN agency for Palestine refugees (UNRWA) in the northern Gaza Strip taking only very few belongings. She was pregnant. And in the school there was little by way of basic necessities such as clean water, food or even clothes for her children. She considered moving south, where food might be a little more accessible. Her husband refused, causing conflict between them.He feared not being able to return. And while she believed that the Israeli army was attempting to force them to leave, she also felt it was a matter of life and death for her children. “It was heart-wrenching to witness my kids fighting over scraps of bread. My 4-year-old started stashing away bread in his pocket for later. I was shocked. Before the war, I never slept without knowing my children were fed. Now, most of the time, I am certain they never feel satisfied.” Her entire motivation to carry on became a matter of feeding her children She denied herself food for their sake, but had also to remind herself of the child within her. “The baby inside me is also a priority, so I had to eat too.” She found the balancing act incredibly challenging, an unbearable burden of motherhood. “I am going to share something I’ve never told anyone I know: I contemplated suicide to escape the weight of this responsibility.”

After the Israeli army unexpectedly stormed al-Rimal, a Gaza City neighborhood, for a second time, Um Amin panicked and fled again, this time going from the UNRWA school to a relative’s house. But her fear caused her to enter preterm labor. A doctor, at the nearby al-Sahaba medical center, had to resort to a cesarean section. It was hell, Um Amin said. There was insufficient anesthesia and she could feel the scalpel cutting into her body. There was no electricity; the doctor had to use a handheld flashlight to see. Um Amin’s cries of pain could not drown out the crashing of shells around her. The operation left her utterly drained. She couldn’t believe she was still alive.She needed nourishment to recover what she had lost during the bleeding and to breastfeed her son. But hunger was stalking Gaza. Food was scarce, there was no white flour in the markets, and Israel was blocking aid trucks from entering the north. “All I had to eat was bread made from animal feed and water. When I had my other children, I relied on foods rich in animal proteins, but it was impossible this time. The price of meat was five times higher than normal.” Unable to adequately breastfeed her child, she had to find infant formula. But the price was multiple times higher than it used to be and more than she could afford. Eventually, she was forced to buy formula that was past its expiry date. “You might blame me, but there was literally no other option. I didn’t have enough money. It wasn’t clumped together, so the doctor told me it could still be used.” She would never find out. Due to the lack of clean water, she prepared the milk with non-potable water from a well. The baby refused to drink.

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burreauxsworld · 6 months ago

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Ours To Keep (4) | Joe Burrow

Angst, Fluff

Summary: you and Joe have a scare regarding your pregnancy, and it causes some unknown tension

The last thing you remember before you wake up in a hospital room is passing out in Joe’s arms. To say he was scared would be an understatement. Not only scared for you, but the baby as well. He’d came around to the idea of being a dad and he felt like it was being ripped from him. He sat in the waiting room of the hospital while the doctors and nurses worked to figure out what was going on. Gabby and Ja’Marr ended up there with him, both of them being friends with you made them worried to, which forced Joe to tell them about the baby.

It felt like an eternity before your doctor came to the waiting room to look for him. But when she came out of those doors, he immediately stood up. “Hello, Joe. It’s great to see you again. I wish it were under better circumstances,” she begins, before ushering Joe to sit, and she sits across from him. “Y/N is okay and the baby is just fine. We’ve done an ultrasound to be sure, and the baby is moving around and progressing like normal,” she explains, and Joe lets out a breath of relief.

“Then why is she bleeding?” Joe questions. “Y/N is just waking up, and she’s asking for you. Follow me, I’ll explain everything when we get there” she tells him. He bids goodbye to Ja’Marr and Gabby before following the doctor through the doors she came out of. When he got to your room he was relieved to see you awake, slightly disoriented, but you were awake and that’s all that matters. “Joey,” your voice cracks, and he rushes to your side.

“The baby-“

“The baby is just fine, Y/N. Joe why don’t you have a seat and I’ll start to explain what happened” the doctor says, taking a seat on her stool. “You have a condition that’s called placenta previa. Essentially, what happens is, the placenta forms and attaches itself very low on the uterine wall, covering the opening to your cervix. Right now your cervix is only partially covered” the doctor explains. Joe squeezes your hand.

“That is what caused the bleeding. It’s very common in some pregnancies, but, unfortunately, it does put you in the high-risk category.” She explains. “So what does this mean?” Your ask, your voice just above a whisper. “Well, there is a chance that since it’s only partial that it could correct itself. It’s a very slim chance, though”

“What happens if it doesn’t?” Joe asks. “We monitor the situation as you progress in your pregnancy. If the condition hasn’t corrected itself by 32 weeks, we plan for a cesarean section delivery” she explains, and your heart drops. You’ve always wanted to experience the feeling of labor and delivery, and get the full experience of being a mom. “Seeing as you have this condition, it’s going to mean we’re going to be seeing you every 2 weeks. Every appointment you will receive a trans-vaginal ultrasound along with a stomach ultrasound just to check on the baby’s progress”

“We’re going to keep you overnight for some observation. If all is well you can go home in the morning. Joe, you’re welcome to stay if you’d like. I’ll give you guys some privacy. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask the nurses. Have a good night,” after she walks out of the room and closes the door, you look over at Joe with tears in your eyes. Immediately, he wraps his arms around you and you cry into his chest.

•••

After a few days, everything seemed to go back to normal. Joe kept a close eye on you, which you expected considering the circumstances. Your workload seemed to dwindle. Joe took on some of the responsibility, to which you protested, but he stood his ground when he said he wanted you to take it easy. Most of the time you were either working from home or working in your office. He didn’t let you step foot on the practice field. And he’d given Gabby the order to keep an eye on you when he couldn’t.

Today was the first preseason game against the Green Bay Packers. You didn’t have much to do, besides update Joe’s instagram after the game. The game was rough to watch. From your spot on the sideline, could tell Joe was distracted. You’d barely gotten to speak to him today, which was normal for game days. Joe typically keeps to himself leading up to the game.

The game resulted in a 36-19 loss for the Bengals. Though its preseason so the loss doesn’t really matter, Joe still took on the blame, just like every loss. The ride home was quiet. You looked over at him from the passenger seat, his eyes locked on the road ahead.

“How are you feeling?” Joe asks breaking the silence, glancing over at you briefly. “I’m okay. I should be asking you that” you remind him, and he sighs. “There’s still a lot of football to be played. I just need to get better”

“Joe, don’t give me the monotone answer you give every reporter in a press conference. You can talk to me” you tell him. “Y/N, I really don’t want to talk about it right now”

“Please don’t shut me out-“

“Drop it.” He raises his voice, and you flinch. You sink back in your seat and look out the window. Joe glances over at you again and lets out a frustrated sigh. “I can’t do this tonight. If you’re going to be sensitive you have to go back to your place tonight. I don’t have a the patience for it” Joe comments, and your head snaps back toward him.

“You just yelled at me for trying to comfort you. How the hell was I supposed to react?” You spit, and Joe rolls his eyes.

“I’m dropping you off at home.” He states and your heart drops. “Joe, please. I don’t want to be alone-“

“Well I do, and having you around is distracting right now-“

“What is that supposed to mean?” You ask, your voice cracking. “I’ve been distracted all day. All I can think about is you and if you’re okay and if the baby is okay. It’s just a lot right now. I caused us to lose today because I was focused on you” Joe rants angrily. “I didn’t ask you to put me under a microscope-“

“And I didn’t ask you to get pregnant.”

Your heart shatters. Joe immediately regrets his words when he sees the look on your face. “Baby, I didn’t mean that-“

“Just take me home. Please.” Your voice cracks, and you run toward the window. “Y/N-“

“Joe. You said it. It’s out in the air now, and you can’t take it back. So please, just shut up and take me home” you sniffle, and hot tears run down your face. This wasn’t how you expected today to go.

~~~~

Okay so I know the bengals don’t use their starters during preseason, but for the sake of my story, please just go with it 😂

Also not proofread, so if there’s any errors, my bad

#joe burrow #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow smut

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We meet again | In-ho x Fem!Reader | Ending

Summary: It was only one night for fun, you never thought you would see him again. Even less in a place like this one.

P1 P2 P3 P4

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Canon violence - Pregnant!Reader - Non canon background for In-ho - Use of (Y/N) - Angst - Protective!In-ho - Medical inaccuracy - grammar mistakes - NON CANON EVENTS - Wrote before S3 so no idea how things will play. This can be really OOC - Would add more things but I would Spoil the ending -

You had no idea where you were at first. A light, then a flash of a person, multiple voices talking all at the same time. And the repeated sound of a machine.

A hospital? That was your first idea.

But what about the island ? The games ? Was all a nightmare your mind had conjured ? And what about your baby ?

Panic went throw your body, muscles screaming from your sudden move. You felt something in your nose, oxygen ? And your arms full of differents vials.

Soon a lot of nurses and a doctor came into the room. Trying to calm you down. Trying to settle you down and prevent you from ripping off the different medicines they were giving you.

But you did not respond. A sudden move made you hit someone, you had no idea who that person was.

Next thing you knew dark was once again taking over you.

The second time you woke up was different. Somehow your body felt lighter, like something was missing.

Wait.

Why was there a big pain in your stomach? Why did you feel less heavy ?

With trembling hands you moved the small hospital blanket and saw with horror a big scar on your belly.

The scream you left alerted the medical staff once again.

"Miss miss!! Please calm down, breath" A nurse said besides you

"My baby...you took my baby!! You screamed at her tears falling down your face. "Where is it? What did you do!!" The desesperation in your voice was clear, raw emotions filled you as you took a look around the white room.

"Miss listen please. You have been asleep for three weeks, your baby its fine I promise" The nurse said taking your hand "We had to remove it...your baby its a premature one but its fine"

"I want to see it, please"

The nurse gave a small nod signaling another nurse to go and find your baby.

"Take deep breaths, the doctor will come to check on how you are doing"

"I just want my baby, please I just want to see if its-"

The nurse returned a white blanket around a small body. Your body felt light like all was a dream. As she approached you and let you take a look. Your baby, sleeping without a care in the world.

"You can hold him Dear"

Him, it was a boy. A beautiful boy.

Carefully she passed the baby to you, you took it looking at him with so much love and care. You could not believe how something so fragile and cute could be here right now.

"Hello Little One...im your mom. Im sorry I was not here when you arrived"

The baby opened his eyes revealing deep dark ones, it did not scream at first reaching to touch your face with his small hand.

"Babys knows their mother" The nurse said smiling as she saw how you rocked the small kid a tiny smile on your tired face, and a few tears in your eyes.

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Turns out someone from the staff found you outside unconscious and they took you into emergency care fast. Your vital signs were stable but they were still worry over your baby and the low amount of iron you had.

The first week you were in intensive care, the doctors and nurses checking you every hour, making sure you were progressing for good and so was your baby.

However, things got complicated and they had to proceed with a emergency cesarean when some tests came out wrong. You and your baby were in vital danger and that was the only option.

Your baby was born premature, being 2.5 kg low birth weight, it was took to special care since you were still unconscious and recovering from the surgery.

Luckly your baby started to gain weight as soon as they started to feed him with special formulas, it soon got good color and all his still under developing organs were alright.

It was safe to say that by the time you woke up your baby was healthier than you. Did you care ? Of course not, you would give your life for him.

Breast feeding him was easier than what you did initially thought. And everybody was happy that your baby was so eager to be natural feed. It was important for mother-baby bond.

Days went on, the Hospital where you were was close to the coast town you once lived. You were confused and wondered how you had ended up there. Last thing you did remember was eating food under the watchful eye of a guard then nothing.

You were suprised by the visit of your Friends from town, someone from the hospital had contacted them since you had no parents alive and your brother was not responding.

Even the bar owner from where you met In-ho came by, to scold you like a old father. How could you ran away ? They were a small yet powerfull town and they protected their people.

During these days lots of things happened.

You discovered that your debt was all paid, your brother was found in another country and was now paying for what he had done. You were not interested in the details of that.

Your original house, the one from the town was still under your name and clean as if someone had been keeping check on it. But no one knew a thing.

Once you were free from the hospital and at home with your baby you discovered another thing.

When going out to buy groceries and baby food, you checked your account only to see so many zeros...hell you almost fainted there.

But you did not win, then why ? Was this their way of compensation ? You were repulsed by it and for months did not touch the money till it became impossible to keep going without doing it. You could not work yet and the others insisted on you resting.

Life was once again slow...like all of what had happened was a nightmare. Something you had made.

Did you go to the police? No. You could only imagine what they would think if you ever decided to talk, and you wanted to keep your baby safe.

Oh your dear son...it had his father's eyes and your hair. A perfect and beautiful mix. You would cry at night thinking on him. In-ho....who could not met his son, and your son that would grow up without a father.

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Jun-ho stood besides In-ho part of him wanting nothing but to kill his own brother and other to...well he was still deciding on the first one.

"You shot me! Without a dam care" Jun-ho said to his older brother who just moved his gloved hand like it was nothing.

"You left me no choice, it was to keep you safe..."

"Thanks to you I lost my job because no one would fucking believe me"

"And you blame them?" In-ho asked "You are still a naive kid, but you are my family and my blood..."

"Why let Seong Gi-hun live? Why me ? You killed the others, the team..."

"Because, there is a small balance I have to keep" In-ho said voice cold and eyes sharp "I cant stop this. Its a never ending circle, its not up to me or you. Or anyone, it goes far beyond that"

"I still dont understand...what makes you think I wont-"

"I have a favor to ask you" In-ho cut his younger brother off, who gave back an incredulous look.

"Really? After everything, you have the face to ask me for a favor?"

"You have a nephew" In-ho started pulling out the pic of a woman and a small kid, a few months old. "I met her once, then here again" He smiled saddly at the memory "Such a cruel fate...but I loved her, and him.." His finger passed over the photo.

"...You must be kidding me" Jun-ho said letting himself fall besides him in the dark couch "You- Do you realize how fucked up this is ? And what ? What do you want me to do ?"

"Check them for me. She does not have a family, and im dead to her-"

"Oh so you lied" Typical of him.

"Yes, it was for the best. Thats why im asking you to check on them. To be there for them. I dont care if you hate me but they, they deserve a family and I cant give them that"

Jun-ho pressed his lips seeing his older brother show a vulnerable side that was so...odd. So strange to see.

"Let me see them" Jun-ho asked looking at the pic, well various pics. You were smiling in most and the little baby looked healthy. He could not help but feel a jump at his heart, this kid was his nephew....even if his brother was far from perfect...He was right. Not you or the kid had the fault. And if he was the only family you two could get then he would do it.

"Fine, but im not doing it for you but them" Jun-ho accepted giving the pics back.

In-ho nodded taking a black envelope and passing it to him.

"What is this?" Jun-ho asked taking a peak inside.

"Your new name for when you met them, I never told her my real name. And some background so you dont go there without a reason. It would be too strange and last thing I want its to scare her"

Jun-ho took a deep breath opening the envelope getting ready to read and memorize his new identity.

Things you do for family.

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One year passed. Your life was back to normal. Your dear son grow up everyday, triying to give him everytning you could and be the best mom.

Reading different books and being helped by the older woman from town was like heaven. You could carry your life on your own.

Your Friends loved your son, the amount of gifts he would get each time they visited...you had to tell them to stop it.

There was the money too. While you could live your life without having to work you decided you wanted to do something with it. And after long talks and hours you finally decided what to do.

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One morning you were just there, the TV on with a kids program as you studied some pappers. A knock at your door took you by suprise.

Slowly you got up and went there, still unsure but the person behind the door knocked again this time faster.

Jun-ho stood outside your door. Anxiety and fear on him. He had read your file and his background multiple times. But the idea of finally meeting you and his nephew....scared him a lot.

He knew he was not his older brother...knew he would not fill a place he had left. But he also wanted to be there for you and his newphew, after seeing how much you loved the kid...

The door opened and a heavy silence fell between both of you.

Jun-ho saw it all, the suprise on your face and the look of small recognition over him. Even if him and his brother were not twins they did share genetics and by what he had read about you, you were not stupid, he was sure you were putting together the pieces by now.

"Hello" He paused not sure how to continue, even if he had prepared himself for this moment for so long.

"Hello...may I know who you are ?" You asked already blocking the door. Your eyes went over his face, taking the small details as your brain slowly connected him with In-ho.

Could it be ?

"Im Oh Jun-ho...In-ho's younger brother" He said the fake name with centrain disgust but hide it behind a smile.

"Younger brother ? He...he never said he had a younger brother..."

Of course not. He shot me that fucker-

"He is-was" he corrected himself "he was a reserved man", He went missing some time ago, the leads I followed made me come here. And some people said they saw you with him one night...

Well that was a lie. He knew that because thats whats he was suppose to say to you.

"Are you...still looking for him?" You asked your voice barely a whisper. Jun-ho could see your shoulder tremble, he knew you thought his brother was long dead, and it broke him to have to lie to you.

If you could only see how much you are hurting her

"Yes, thats why im here. Can I come in? I promise it wont take long. You can ask someone to come if you are not comfortable with a stranger in your home" Jun-ho added knowing you most likely would be a bit admant on letting him in.

And you were. Ever since you came back and saw that account with so much money, you were always checking over your shoulder. A fresh set of alarms were installed at your house, and you made sure to double check everything.

It was safe to say you were ready to kill for your son. And even if this stranger had some resemblance with In-ho...

"Wait here" You told him closing the door and texting your friend who worked at the local coffee from town explaining everything

His responde came quick, telling you to bring the stranger there and that he would keep an eye on him and in your son.

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"Alright lets go" Jun-ho hear you said, he turned around his heart beating fast at the sight of his nephew and In-ho's son.

Genetics did not lie. It did look like him.

"Right....were to?" He asked trying not to eye his newphew too much to not make you suspect that he knew more than what he was telling you.

"There is a coffee shop near, we can talk there"

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Jun-ho knew when he was being watched. Years in the police and as a detective have sharpered his senses. Of course he knew the friendly barista was giving him the side eye since you two ordered a drink and took a seat on a table a bit away from the rest.

He also took note of the guy who came up with your drinks. A guy tall, taller than him and fairy muscular, he had give you a polite smile and almost a dead look towards him.

So far he did not feel very welcome. But it was fair. After all you were being lied and he was helping with that lie, so this was the smallest price he should pay.

If anything part of him should be greateful you had someone to look after you. He did read in your file about your parents death and the piece of trash your brother was.

Hell, he hoped he could be a better uncle than him.

"What did you want to talk about?" Your soft voice broke him from his thoughts

He blinked back and nodded, composing himself.

"As I said" He started slowly "Im In-ho's younger brother. He went missing a few months back...and I started to look for him"

Well months was a lie. Years by now.

"I used to be a detective in Seoul, I tried to find him and followed different leads but nothing would came out from it" He made a pause to take a sip from his coffee "Then I found out he was...hiding"

"Hiding?" You asked a bit scared.

So when we met he was hiding? Thats why he left so quickly?

"Yeah" Jun-ho felt his skin crawl back at the lies "I found out he was in debt and was going from city to towns. To avoid them. This was the last place he was seen..."

Jun-ho let the lie set on you. He could see your brain working, maybe trying to pull out dates and reasons too.

"Im sorry I was not faster" Jun-ho continued "I really wanted to find him, I wanted to bring him home..."

He saw you nod and a few tears forming on your eyes.

Jun-ho went to his pocket and pulled out a very old picture. A picture of a different time. When things were more simple.

"This is me and him" Jun-ho showed you "He was a fellow detective, I actually joyned the force becaue of him" Jun-ho said smiling at that time when he was inspired by In-ho.

You took the pic traseing on the younger features of In-ho, he looked happier, less tired and stressed than what you did remember from the games...

"And...you think he-"

The cries from your boy stopped you. You took him out from the stroller to try and shh him down. The little bundle of joy was just boring for what it seems. You checked the time and saw that his feed time was still for another hour.

"Sorry to ask but...that baby" Jun-ho started not really knowing how to proceed.

He saw you pull the baby closer to you, like you were trying to protect him from the world. Or maybe from him.

"I-" You took a deep breath calming yourself and your baby down. "Its true what you know. I did met your brother. We met one night at the local bar. The one near the docks. We passed the night together but he was gone when I woke up" The words died in your throat as you remember all the times in the game and the soft moment during Migle. When he was able to touch your belly and talk to his kid. "I discovered I was pregnant, but for personal reasons I left this town for some time"

Jun-ho did know. It was scary how much he knew but he faked that this was all new.

"My brother left a debt on me. I had to work in Seoul to pay it off. I was then able to return here. If In-ho was here during that time...I cant known. I was not here. Im sorry I cant help you more"

Like In-ho had told him, you would most likely not mention the games, the money you got, or the fact that you believed he was dead.

Jun-ho nodded and a few minutes of silence passed between both of you. Each one with their own thoguhts.

"I never got your name Miss.."

"Oh...its (Y/N)" You responded being too caught up to even think of that.

"And your son's name..."

"In-ho" Jun-ho felt his heart fell "I named him after his father"

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Even if the start of the conversation was tense and full of doubts on your side. The more you talked to Jun-ho the more relaxed you got. He showed you some more pics of him and In-ho and even shared some stories from when they were young.

It helped you to imagine how he was and how he could have been if he was outside with you and your son.

"I dont want to interrump in your life" Jun-ho had said as both walked together to your home "But I cant ignore the fact that I have a nephew...and if you let me I would love to be part of his life. I dont want to replace In-ho, I know I could never do it"

You looked at Jun-ho's eyes for any indication of a lie or ulterior motive. But found nothing, just a Man, a brother lost in the look for his older brother and now finding out that he was an uncle.

At the end your kid was an extension of In-ho, and you could not blame Jun-ho for wanting to be part of his life. If anything it was quiet cute and a noble wish.

"I...I dont mind if you are part of his life. Well our lives. I cant say im kind on going to Seoul but-"

"No, thats fine. I can work with what you are more comfortable" Jun-ho said remembering the strong emphasis his brother had made on pulling your needs first.

"Thanks, its a city that just brings back bad memories..."

Jun-ho nodded once more. He took out his phone and offered it to you.

"You can put your number..or I can give you mine. You dont have to save it just..."

"I will give you mine" You softly said pulling your contact information and giving it back. "Do you plan on staying more days at the town?"

Honestly? No. Jun-ho was already planning on leaving to rest in the next town and then go back to his brother.

But...a few more days could not hurt...

"Yes..I think I have a reason to stay for a few more days" He said smiling at the baby.

You smiled back then after giving it a long thought asked "Would you like to hold him?"

"Really?" Jun-ho asked being taken back so much he did take a step back and felt dumb for it.

"You are his uncle...I trust you will not let him fall" You said getting your kid who blinked at you giving a soft smile

"Never. I would never hurt him" Jun-ho said with maybe more force than needed.

When he felt the baby in his arms he felt so much. The little thing looked at him, curious on who this stranger was.

His little hands went to touch his shirt and Jun-ho could not help but smile. It did resemble the old baby pics his mother had of him and In-ho and in a way it felt wrong that he was holding his son before him.

But at the same time. He felt a deep connection, call it genetics, call it love, whatever it was Jun-ho did swear there that no harm would ever come to this kid. Or you, even if you deserved more than a lie. He would make sure you and your kid were safe.

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4 Years Later

Laughted filled the kid's park as some ran playing tag and others pulled their friends in the hammocks.

Your son, now five years old was lost in a game of tag with other kids from his school. Part of his hair flew in the air under his hat as he smiled when he was tagged and went for another kid.

You watched it from a near bench. Your work being flexible in hours was a plus when it came down on passing time with him.

"Mom" His sweet voice called as he came running with a bit of sweat. The summer was soon coming and the heat was just staring.

"Yes In-ho?" You asked adjusting the hat on his head. After years you have been able to say the name without it hurting that much to the point of hold back tears.

"Yejun and the others wants to go to the near store to get ice cream, pelease mom can I go too?"

You knew he was begging to go alone with his friends. Even if you knew everybody at the Town and Jun-ho had been a presece on his life and yours that made you feel less lonely and safe...you still got worried over him. Like any mother would.

"Alright" You said giving him a bit of money "But stay close to Yejun, you think you can do that little one?" You asked smiling at him.

"Mom! Im five now" He said taking the momeny and blushing "But yes! I wont separate from them"

"Thats my son" You said seeing him go off with Yejun and the others.

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A few months back on a different location:

In-ho stood over a big map, the island map and the new games that would be incorporated. It demanded new structures and more space. But after the last ones he needed to make this ones better.

The room was filled with soft jazz as he looked over the map and then at the games, a headache forming.

"Too much work for you?"

A voice he thought he would never hear in a situation like this one asked mocking him.

In-ho did not turn when Gi-hun entered the room, wearing clothes that resembled his own. The shaped mask removed.

"Its thanks to you that I have to make this games better" In-ho bite back getting a laught from Gi-hun

"The VIPs did not like seeing two lovers die last game and lose to me?" He asked getting a sound from In-ho

"Of course not. They are greedy pigs we both know it" In-ho responded turning back to look at Gi-hun.

If anyone would have told him that ex-player 456 and him would work together at the island In-ho would have actually laughted because the idea was absurd.

But here they were now. Usually Gi-hun was more on the security part. Kind of funny since he once wanted to end the games. But he also took a big part on picking up who the different recruiters have to to for.

"What do you want?" In-ho finally asked knowing Gi-hun would prefer to be on his part of the island than with him.

"I was just passing and seeing the calendar" Gi-hun said taking a seat. "The deadlines are close and your progress has been...rather slow"

"Im working on it. I will have it" In-ho said giving him his back again.

"I know its because of that woman and your kid. The kid's birthday is coming right?"

"Careful with what you say" In-ho said now fully turned killing Gi-hun with a simple look. But Gi-hun was not affected by it.

"You know, I did suspect you two were closer than what you two let out during the games...but to think you were the father.."

"Get to the point Seong" In-ho grunted

"I have a daughter too. She its in America as you know. Everyday I ask myself If i did the right thing getting back here and not going to her..."

In-ho said nothing already feeling where this conversation was going.

"But I change. I was never a good father. I tried but it was never enough. And after the first games..I was a mess. I could not see myself raising her. No after what I have done"

The jazz music played for a few seconds before he continued

"But its different with you. (Y/N) met you after you did win and while you were the only one moving this games. You two managed to connect and even create a life"

"She thinks im dead. And its better that way" In-ho said trying to even convince himself

"Dont you miss her ? Or your kid ? Dont you ever think on going to them ?"

Of course he did. Multiple times. The first two years were hell for him. Getting updates from Jun-ho about you and his son. His son who you have named after him. He did play the idea of going to you, maybe telling you everytning...but he was also scared. How would you react to it ? Knowing that after everything he was alive and on top of that he was the one behind the games ? No. He could never do that to you.

"Of course I miss her, I miss both of them. But seeing me would only make her miserable. She has my brother to help her out and my son has a great uncle. They dont need me"

Even it hurted so much to say it.

"Im just saying, I believe you have a chance. Your situation with her may be....complicated but if there is love then there is a chance"

"Since when did you become a psycologist?"

Gi-hun just laughted but without meaning it. Standing up he acomodated his clothes back.

"Im just saying, you may live in misery the rest of your life if you dont do something"

"Get out" Were the only words Gi-hun got in response.

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Present time:

In-ho ran behind Yejun and the others, ice cream in hand.

"Cmon run faster!!" Yejun called over his shoulder and In-ho tried to without letting his ice cream fell.

A hard air breeze hit him on the face pulling out his hat.

In-ho watched it flew back, running towards it. It was a hat Jun-ho his uncle had got him. He could not afford to lose it.

Plus you would be pissed and would remove his game rights for a week at least.

Just as he was about to pick it up another hand a bigger one did.

Both In-ho's looked at each other. One not knowing the connection they did share and the other with the hear up in his throat at the sight.

Yes He had seen the pictures, but there was nothing that could compare on seeing his son on the flesh. He had his eyes and your hair. Being a perfect combination of both of you.

"Sir...thats my hat. Can I please get it back?" In-ho asked keeping a safe distance from the strange man.

In-ho smiled nodding offering the hat back, his son eyed him for a moment then took it making sure it was well put on his head.

"You should not lose it. Its a good hat" In-ho said getting a look from his son who gave a bow back.

"No I wont, thanks Sir!" He responded bowing

"I dont think your mother would like you losing it"

He saw his son's eye get bigger and he almost laughted at it.

"N-no, she would hate me for that"

"Hate its a strong world. She would be angry but im sure it would pass" In-ho said now a full smile on his face.

"...Yeah but she wont let me play videogames if I lost it" He hear his son whisper. He also took notice of the ice cream now starting to melt. He pulled out his wallet and handed some wones to his son who did not move.

"Your ice cream is melting, this is so you can buy a new one"

"Mom says to never accept things from strangers that everything has a price" His son responded making him smile even more.

"Your mom its very intelligent, if I tell you my name would you accept it?"

He saw his son brain go wild but at the end nodding.

"Im Oh In-ho"

If his son's eyes could get any bigger then these would be out of his face. His mouth open in suprise.

"You....you and me- we"

"IN-HO!! IN-HO DEAR WHERE ARE YOU" The desesperated screams from you cut his son's words off.

"MOM!!" In-ho called turning back seeing you going towards him with Yejun and Yejun's mom behind.

"What did I tell you about staying with Yejun?" You asked checking him for any injury "What happened ? Why did you got separated?"

"A strong wind took my hat and then this man returned it and even offered me money to buy ice cream since mine is melting-"

"Men? What men?" Yejun's mom asked looking around

"What? He was right...there" In-ho said to a now empy space with only some wones on the floor now.

"We should go back. I will tell the police to check this zone" Yejun's mom adviced you taking his own kid's hand.

"Yes, lets go In-ho"

"But mom! The Man and I had the same name!!" In-ho said all too happy to notice the look on your face.

"What..."

"Yes!! He told me his name was In-ho too, and that since I knew his name I could take the money"

For a few seconds you did not move or say a thing. It could...no it could not be. Maybe it was another men with the same name.

"Lets go In-ho. I will get you another ice cream on the way home"

"But mom the money..."

"Leave it, and you are grounded"

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For your son that day was lost in his memory like many others. For you it was a day that made you get hope back. Hope that maybe just maybe In-ho was alive and because of the danger he was not showing himself.

But even if that was the case. Time passed, and never a thing like that one happened again.

Jun-ho had listened to your rant that same night on the phone trying to calm you down while thinking that he would kill his brother. He came next day as a suprise visit for In-ho but it was to make sure you were alright.

And so, four more years passed. Your son now ten years old full of life. A top student, a kind soul.

He was now able to go on his own between home, school and your flower shop.

Yes, after lots of goes and backs you managed to start your own flower shop. It did take time but you were glad you did. It was the only one in the town and was near your house and In-ho's school.

Jun-ho had said it was fitting for you. He was there during all the tedious process till the big opening.

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"I will be going for his birthday" Jun-ho said to his brother in his aparment in Seoul.

"He will be ten by now" In-ho whispered drinking some beer Jun-ho had.

"Yes, (Y/N) planned a big party for him" Jun-ho said smiling at your different ideas

"She is a good mother" In-ho said smiling looking at the empy glass

"...You should go"

"Werent you the one who did threat me last time? If I did show myself again ?" In-ho asked

"Thats because you ran away like a coward. (Y/N) was paranoid for days and her mental state got bad"

"Yes, thats why its better to go on like this"

"Really? Is this what you want? See your kid grow up from the shadows?"

"Jun-ho.."

"Listen I know, what you do is dangerous and you lied to her. But now its Gi-hun who does most of the things at the Island. You are there more like a face of sorts"

"Jun-ho I lied to her. She thinks im dead"

"I know. But so did I. I lied to her to help you. But I know her, I have know her for the past nine years. She still loves you, and I dare to say she still waits for you to return to her"

"She is good, but she wont ever forgive me.."

"Thats were you are wrong. Will she be angry? Yes, and with reason but will that anger be bigger than her love for you? No. Trust me on this. That woman...she loves you too much. You dont deserve her"

"I know"

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"Uncle!!" The voice of In-ho sounded between the laught and other kid's voices.

Jun-ho smiled, seeing how tall he had got. Each day he looked more and more like a perfect mix of you and his brother.

"Hello Sport" Jun-ho called back messing up his hair.

"Stop it! Mom does this enough" In-ho said separating and re doing his hair.

"Does that mean you dont want your birthday gift ? Directly from Seoul ?" Jun-ho asked crossing his arms and smiling when he saw the quick change in expression.

"No-no!! Of course I want it" In-ho said taking Jun-ho's shirt and seeing behind his back. "Where is it?!!"

"Wait wait, your birthday its tomorrow" Jun-ho said pulling him away but still smiling "Why dont we get some ice coffee for your mom and some ice chocolate for you?" He asked and his newphew nodded.

"Yes! Mom said there is someone getting married next town and they left her tons of work" In-ho started to say walking towards the coffee store knowing the route by memory with Jun-ho besides him.

"Really? And she can handle it alone?"

"She hired someone! Not sure who he is, does not talk much. Dark hair and kind of tall"

Probably someone In-ho himself sent Jun-ho tought rolling his eyes

"Uncle?"

"Mhm?"

"Are you upset?" In-ho inoccent voice asked "I- mom says we need to look out for these who care about and I dont want you to feel bad" In-ho said looking to the side.

Jun-ho smiled, his heart doing jumps at his sweet nephew. It did seem that he had got your caring personality.

"Im fine Sports. Dont worry, lets get you that ice chocolate and a drink for your mom"

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This is a bad idea. In-ho's mind said as he walked the streets down where your store was. You should go back, nothing good will come from this.

In-ho stood just a few meters away from your shop. He sweet alluring smell of the different flowers hitting him.

He saw the guy he had sent to help you (not that you needed to know that) get out with lots of boxes and putting them inside a ban. He drove off. In-ho knew it.

It was now or never, the last chance.

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You moved around the back of the store. Checking different recipes and dates. The weeding next Town have proved to be a challenge for you. So much you had to hire someone to help you out.

But things were going good. Even if some days your body hurt from moving so much. Or your fingers tremble from making the different flower arrangements.

It was worth at the end, seeing the happiness in others. It gave you a sense of...comfort, and part of you liked to think that In-ho watched over you. Specially when you tended the greenhouse right next to the store. The natural smell and the connection with the dirt...it felt good. It grounded yourself.

You would close your eyes and imagine that he was standing there. Just watching you work with a rare yet soft smile, one that was saved only for you.

"Mom? What are your favorite flowers?" You kid had asked when he was seven years old while you two planted some seeds.

"My favorite flower...and from where comes the question?" You asked back passing him something to clean himself up.

"Well...I like games. And animals, but I have a favorite one...and you like flowers"

"So I must have a favorite one then?" You smiled and he nodded

"Well....I think my favorite ones are Iris..and do you know why?"

He said no and you explained.

"There is a thing, called Language of Flowers, and in them Iris means Hope. I believe its a good thing to have"

"But we studied languages at class and that was never mentioned!" In-ho said somehow offended by the fact that such a thing was never teached to him.

"Oh my dear, I can teach you if you want" In-ho agreed almost getting up to go for some papper and pens but you stopped him.

"Shower first"

"But mom-" A single look from you made him stop "Alright"

A few weeks passed, while you were at the store In-ho entered running, almost knocking a few flowers.

"In-ho! No running inside the store" You said getting up and going towards him but he ignored you pulling out his notebook.

"A chrysanthemum Mom!! You are a chrysanthemum" In-ho said signaling a drawing of the flower then an arrow and a silly draw of you.

"What..."

"Because, chrysanthemum means eternal beauty !! And mom, you are beautiful and eternal" In-ho said showing you the meaning under the draw.

You cried hugging him.

"Mom? Are you...crying?"

"No Son...im just happy. Im just really happy.

The sound of the door opening indicating that a new costumer have arrived made you came back. Not hearing your son or Jun-ho's voice let you knew it was not them.

"One moment please!" You said giving the flower arrangement its final details, the white and pastel yellows giving the cala flowers its final touch.

You left it there and went to the front moving your hair, to try and look less of a mess.

"Welcome! How can I help you-"

Your world stopped. The air in your lungs vanished and your vision went from zero to thousand. A few tears forming.

There was no way, you blinked, maybe you were seeing things again.

But no, there he was. In the flesh. Chest raising and falling indicating that he was alive.

Your In-ho, the Man you loved.

"Hello (Y/N)...we meet again"

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Notes:

ITS FINALLY HERE!! THE END OF THIS SERIES. Thanks a lot for these who read this since part one and waited till this end. I had a hard personal time but was able to pull it out!! I truly hope you like it.

And if you are reading this after you read this in one go Thanks too!!

This was my first series. I never really planned on making one. I wanted it to be two parts but I kept adding things. And then the ending got longer as my brain gave my more ideas.

And yes I used flowers for meaning, I google them! So if something is wrong...well sorry.

Questions you may have:

Is this really the ending?

A) YES!! This is the ending. Its happy or sad ? Not even I know, I would call it bittersweet.

Would you ever write more for this?

A) If I do its going to be pieces of them as family but nothing complex.

What was In-ho doing these nine years?

A) Working as the Front Man and being too scared too approach the love of his life. But he kept a close eye on her.

Why is Gi-hun now helping with the games?

A) Easy, because its a fanfic and I wanted that end for him. Besides i feel like it fits him. He is too broken to go back to a normal life.

The guy (Y/N)'s hires is the guard from S2 EP7 ?

A) Well he dies in canon but you can think its him but older!!

Did Jun-ho felt romantic feelings for (Y/N) at some point?

A) Up to you to decide! I dont think (Y/N) would ever move from In-ho so I can assure you. She never slept with Jun-ho or had any interest in him as a romantic partner.

What happened to (Y/N)'s brother?

A) Up to you! But he never shows again in her life and In-ho Jrs does not know about him.

Did my favs survive the games?

A) Again, up to you!!

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yayasvalveplay · 3 months ago

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Imagining Starscream pregnant with a more than half-ton bitty has me completely and utterly helpless.

He'd be probably the most irritating bot on the planet, given he's immobile and likely in at least a little pain and also INCREDIBLY needy both for ridiculous amounts of energon and minerals but ALSO transfluid. Not just for the bitty, but becuase he's a transfluid whore who thinks he deserves it. (He does)

ALSO because he's so SMUG about the whole deal. I mean, I would be too. It just gets worse as the carriage goes on, because not only is he a cute little seeker managing to carry a shuttle's spawn, but he ends up carrying it to TERM. WITH A RECORD BREAKING WEIGHT. He'd be bragging about having the forge of a titan. He's a top notch carrier.

And he gave BIRTH to it? He probably insisted on doing so, even though it'd be a million times easier to perform a cesarean (or whatever the cybertronian term for it would be) but NO. He's proving he's the BEST at carrying. INCLUDING emergence. Poor skyfire's hand and audials.

Pictures of him holding a sparkling that he HAS to use to arms to hold with the smuggest most accomplished look on his face go down in history.

His hubris is punished when the two try for another and receive the news he's carrying a trine. Hopefully they won't break any records.

See this anon gets it. Star is so big and round during his carrying. And when he gives birth. Ya it breaks him a little bit. But it's the pain he will endure again if it means having another baby with Skyfire.

Hrs supper smug about it too. Look at what his body was able to accomplish. He did this, this is big beautiful baby girl. She possibly also grows quickly. So she's taller than him by month 1

(I hc it takes a full year for a bot to be fully grown)

But also him having a trine as his next batch of baby's. Though wouldn't it be funny if he got another world record but this time for the smallest cybertronian to be born. They all fit in the palm of starscreams hand.

#mech preg #mechpreg #skystar #starscream #sparklings

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truth-has-a-liberal-bias · 1 year ago

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But once the babies are here, the state provides little help.

When she got pregnant, Mayron Michelle Hollis was clinging to stability.

At 31, she was three years sober, after first getting introduced to drugs at 12. She had just had a baby three months earlier and was working to repair the damage that her addiction had caused her family.

The state of Tennessee had taken away three of her children, and she was fighting to keep her infant daughter, Zooey. Department of Children’s Services investigators had accused Mayron of endangering Zooey when she visited a vape store and left the baby in a car.

Her husband, Chris Hollis, was also in recovery.

The two worked in physically demanding jobs that paid just enough to cover rent, food and lawyers’ fees to fight the state for custody of Mayron’s children.

In the midst of the turmoil in July 2022, they learned Mayron was pregnant again. But this time, doctors warned she and her fetus might not survive.

The embryo had been implanted in scar tissue from her recent cesarean section. There was a high chance that the embryo could rupture, blowing open her uterus and killing her, or that she could bleed to death during delivery. The baby could come months early and face serious medical risks, or even die.

But the Supreme Court had just overturned Roe v. Wade, which guaranteed the right to abortion across the United States. By the time Mayron decided to end her pregnancy, Tennessee’s abortion ban — one of the nation’s strictest — had gone into effect.

The total ban made no explicit exceptions — not even to save the life of a pregnant patient. Any doctor who violated the ban could be charged with a felony.

Women with means could leave the state. But those like Mayron, with limited resources or lives entangled with the child welfare and criminal justice systems, would be the most likely to face caring for a child they weren’t prepared for.

And so, the same state that questioned Mayron’s fitness to care for her four children forced her to continue a pregnancy that risked her life to have a fifth, one that would require more intensive care than any of the others.

Tennessee already had some of the worst outcomes in the nation when measuring maternal health, infant mortality and child poverty. Lawmakers who paved the way for a new generation of post-Roe births did little to bolster the state’s meager safety net to support these babies and their families.

In December 2022, when Mayron was 26 weeks and two days pregnant, she was rushed to the hospital after she began bleeding so heavily that her husband slipped in her blood. An emergency surgery saved her life. Her daughter, Elayna, was born three months early.

Afterward, photographer Stacy Kranitz and reporter Kavitha Surana followed Mayron and her family for a year to chronicle what life truly looked like in a state whose political leaders say they are pro-life. [...]

#abortion #Tennessee #pregnancy #forced-birth #Roe v Wade

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madamechrissy · 8 months ago

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♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- medical procedures mentioned (nothing too graphic) slight scare about reader's health, emotional, married sex, breeding kink, cunnilingus, blow job, overstim, explicit sex

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Finished fic

Epilogue II - Masterlist - Playlist

Final Epilogue

“So… it’s been fourteen hours and no dilation. And the baby's heart rate is really high, so is yours, mom.” Comes the doctor’s voice, a sweet woman you’d had all of your pregnancy. Your heart drops at that. “We need to do a Cesarean.”

“Caesar who!?” Comes Gojo’s voice, panicking as he sits next to you, holding your hand with a death grip.

“Satoru… God. It’s a C-section.” Shoko's voice came in, as she, Suguru and Masako all sat there in the chairs across the room, as Gojo’s blue eyes went wide.

“Like… cut her open!?” He glares at the doctor, and you touch his face gently, smiling up at him.

“Satoru, the baby is most important. Gotta get her out safely.” You murmur to him, he blinks at that, looking into your eyes, and you see his jaw clench, his eyes glimmering with emotion.

“They’re safe, Satoru, I had one with you.” Masako comes up then, brushing Satoru’s silky white hair back, which was messy from the hours he’d been by your side, all night, all day.

“I don’t want her to… what if…” He stands then, pacing, and Suguru comes up to him, patting his shoulder.

“Hey, she needs you there with her. It’ll be fine, you got this.” Satoru buries his face in his hand, and Shoko comes up to him then too.

“They’re very common, don’t worry. Great doctors here. She’ll be fine.” Masako caresses your cheek as they talk to Satoru, and you feel your tummy clench tight then, crying silently.

“Are you okay, darling?” She asks, and you shake your head.

“Pain… bad.” Is all you manage, you’d been in some pain but since the epidural you had been decent, but now?

Satoru runs to you then, and you see tears glistening on his pale cheeks, as he puts a hand on your swollen tummy. “Baby girl, you okay?”

“Hurts…” Is all you manage, and then the Doctor comes back in.

“Your contractions are going crazy, and the heart rates. We are all prepped to take you back.” She comes and holds your hand, smiling reassuringly. “We’ll make sure you get your baby girl soon.”

“It’s because you’re too big and tall. Dick.” You whisper out, crying in pain, and he laughs, emotionally, kissing your forehead.

“You’re too tiny, can’t even pop a kid out.” You glare, then you both snort in laughter, until the pain and pressure is too much, and you hiss.

“Only one person can come back, are you going with her, Dad?” The doctor asks Satoru, and he nods eagerly.

“Of course I am.”

“Don’t faint, Satoru.” Shoko shouts, he sticks his tongue out, and they begin to suit him up in sterile gear.

Suguru comes up and brushes your sweaty hair back, holding your hand tightly as Gojo gets ready. “You’ll do fine, love. Promise.”

“Thank you so much for being here, Suguru.”

“Of course, that’s my godchild there.” He carefully touches your tummy, his dark eyes growing dreamy then.

“Thinking about having one of your own?” You tease quietly, and watch his cheeks turn pink a bit.

“Yeah, maybe I am.”

“You two would be great parents, promise. I better be the godmother, though.” He smirks, leaning down and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“ Of course you will be. We’re talking about it for now. But… I’m pretty active in making it happen.”

You giggle, then gasp in pain, and Satoru is back with you two. Suguru puts an arm around Satoru then. “You got this, both of you.”

Shoko and Masako come and kiss you too. “I’m having a smoke, I’ll be back to see this baby!”

“I’m going out too. I need to update my girl.” Suguru says, and you nod. Masako just smiles.

“I’m grabbing coffee. See you two soon.” She hugs Satoru tightly, and then you all are getting carted into the bright operating room.

“It’s freezing…” You whisper, as they pump you more, and then your entire lower body is numb, a white curtain placed up. You start to panic somewhat, your chest heaving with labored breaths.

“Baby girl, I’m right here. Look at me.” You stare up at Satoru, covered in a blue smock and latex gloves, he holds your hand tightly, a hand that’s going numb. “It’s all going to be okay, promise.”

“I’m scared, Satoru.” You whisper, tears falling, he kisses you sweetly, as several doctors and nurses surround you, metal clanking, instruments being used. You’re panicking but he’s cupping your face.

“I am too.” He admits, tears making those beautiful eyes you love glisten. “We’ll be scared together?”

You nod, choking on a sob then. “Do you want to take a look, Mr. Gojo?”

Gojo panics. “Oh no… what if I pass out!? And miss the baby!”

You giggle at that, and he glares. “Don’t wanna see my insides?” You whisper, he rolls his eyes.

“Already fucked em up-”

“Ahem. Mr. Gojo?” He winces, looking back at your face.

“Okay but if I pass out, adrenaline me or something.” You giggle again, as he still holds your hand as he stands, peaking over the curtain. “Oh shit!”

“Oh god… what!?” You tense, and he peeks back at you, grinning with his shimmery white teeth.

“I’m seeing all of you. Like all your insides!”

“Toru…”

“Oooh, that’s what part doc?”

“Intestines here. This is her liver.”

“All the way up there!?”

“Babies push organs up. And here… is the uterus.”

“Holy fuck, the baby is in there!”

You lay behind the curtain, blinking up and feeling odd hints of things, but you’re mostly numb, then…

“Gonna feel some pressure hunnie.” The nurse says next to you, and you nod, as Gojo peeks back at you.

“Baby this is really cool.” You snort, shaking your head at him.

“Thought you were scared?”

“Nah… oh my god!” You hear a little whine then, and your eyes fill with hot sticky tears, your heart fluttering with excitement, with love.

“Want to cut the cord, Mr. Gojo?” You wish you could see something, you see Gojo’s spiky white hair for a moment as he bends over.

“Like… right here?”

“Right there. Perfect.” You hear a clip of scissors, and then, a cry, a beautiful little cry.

“Oh my god, she’s so perfect.” You hear Gojo whisper, and then he laughs, looking down at the baby.

“Let me see, let me see!” You whine out, and then Satoru finally brings her around the curtain, your little girl.

“Oh my god…” You can’t sit, you just lay there, as he sits next to you, all wrapped up in a little white thin blanket. She has a beautiful, perfect little face, a head full of dark hair, more like yours, and then she opens her eyes, and… “She has your eyes, Toru, oh look!”

He leans over and looks then, as your baby squints against the bright lights, and her eyes are glittering blue, as brilliant as Satoru’s, if not just a little darker blue. Her perfect cupid's bow of a mouth is opening and closing, and you gently caress her chubby little cheeks.

“Hey, baby girl, you’re here. Welcome to the world.” Gojo murmurs next to you, and your heart is so full you think it will burst, looking at the two loves of your life right in front of you.

“You’re so beautiful. I love you so much already.” You whisper, and your eyes lock with Satoru’s.

“She has your hair, and your nose.” He whispers, tapping her little nose, then yours, kissing you then, tasting your salty tears.

“Your eyes, and your lips.” You whisper back, and your little baby whines a bit, then yawns, closing her eyes again. “I love her so much. So much, it hurts. Ugh, just look at her! It’s our baby , Toru!”

He grins, but his face is streaked with tears, as he holds her back against his chest, carefully caressing her tiny cheek. The sight of Satoru holding your tiny baby in his big arms shatters you further. God you’ve never been so happy, so thrilled… and honestly, as exhausted as you were, you’re full of happiness.

“You’re so tiny and cute, like a little dumpling!” Gojo says, and the nurses coo and giggle too now, along with you. “I’ll call ya dumpling, yes I will.”

“Toru, you’re so cute.” You gently brush a weak hand down his arm. He looks down at you, cheeks flushed with excitement, his face not stopping that grin.

“Gonna spoil the fuck out of you, dumpling. So pretty like your mama, aren’t you sweet girl?”

The nurse chuckles then, looking at the three of you. “She’s definitely got mom’s hair and dad’s eyes, doesn’t she? All right, let’s get her cleaned up and checked out, and we’ll bring her to you soon, okay?”

They take her away, which makes you panic, but then Gojo sits down by you, his eyes still wide. “You did so good, baby girl. Look how beautiful you are, even now.” He brushes your hair back on your damp forehead, pecking your lips. “Saw all your insides now too.”

You laugh, then wince, feeling the doctor tugging and stitching now, you start to feel a little woozy. “Don’t worry, you’re almost done, hunnie. Doing great.”

“Thanks, Doc.” You whisper, and Gojo squeezes your hand tightly, watching you with some concern now.

“Baby, you okay? You’re so pale.”

“I’m… just tired, babe.” Satoru frowns at that.

“She’s losing a little too much blood.” You hear, and your ears are ringing, as Gojo tenses against you.

The room is cold, the lights are so bright, and you’re tired, so tired suddenly. “Mr. Gojo, can you sign for her to have a blood transfusion?”

“What’s wrong!?” He’s panicking, and you’re fading, then he calms himself, nodding, and signs everything quickly, big hand on your forehead, the other holding one of your limp hands, kissing it. “Baby, stay with me, focus. Please.”

You struggle to hold your eyes open. “She may faint, but she’s fine, promise, it’s just taken a lot out of her.” The nurse comes to pat Gojo’s shoulder, and you hear him frantically saying your name, but it’s just an echo almost.

“Transfusion ready. She’ll be fine soon, Mr. Gojo.” You think you hear that, but your head is pulsing, and it takes everything to keep your lidded eyes on your husband’s perfect face, not wanting to scare him.

“Toru…” You whisper, and he’s right on you, foreheads touching, hands cupping your face.

“Beautiful, I love you so much. So much. Please be okay. Please… baby girl, can’t live without you.” His tears fall down your face, dripping hot against your chilled skin, you struggle to speak.

“I’ll be fine, babe… promise. Just… sleepy.” He’s sniffling, face all red, and you want to touch his face, but your arms just fall when you try. “Can I go to sleep for a few minutes?”

“Yeah, of course you can.”

“Don’t leave me, Satoru… please stay.” You’re mumbling now.

“I won’t baby girl. Right by your side.” He kisses you deeply, and you feel warm then, with his love, against the chill of the room, of your body, then the bright lights dim and you feel exhaustion and weakness drag you off.

***

The next thing you know, you’re waking up in a new room, a softer light than the operating room, it’s quiet and dimly lit, warmer. Gojo’s right there as you blink him into focus, in a chair bent awkwardly holding your hand, his head on your bed, sleeping with his mouth open.

You smile, gently brushing his soft white hair back, and see your baby is in a bassinet next to you, wrapped up tight, and she’s snuffling, a bit fussy. You feel a lot better now, a lot warmer, but you look down at yourself, a bunch of tubes and wires attached, making you wince a bit, especially when you start feeling a gnawing pain in your tummy.

You try to sit up, but it’s hard, so you gently shake Gojo awake. “Satoru?” You whisper, and he jolts up, looking down at you, blue eyes wide.

“Baby girl, you’re okay! Thank god!” He leans over and kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your mouth, every inch of your face. You eagerly kiss him back, wrapping your arms weakly around his neck “You scared me so much, fuck…”

“I’m okay, I’m okay, Toru.” You whisper, smiling up at him, seeing a little drool out of his mouth, and bags under his eyes. You wipe him a bit. “How long was I out for? You look exhausted.”

“Six hours.” You blink at that. “Yeah, Shoko, mom and Sugu will be back in the morning, they saw her though! I got pictures.”

You feel emotional then. “I wish I could have…”

“Baby, your body needed rest. It’s fine. Look.” He whips his smart phone out, showing you Shoko holding her, then Sugu, then Masako. All of them looked so happy it made fresh tears fall. “They didn’t wanna leave but, visiting hours and all that, only I could stay.”

“I missed it all.” He sighs, tilting your chin up. “I haven’t even gotten to hold her yet really, I failed at the whole baby having-”

“Shut it, brat. Now.” You sniffle, and he puts his hand gently on your tummy. “You almost died having her, and she is perfect . Perfectly healthy. I almost lost you .”

“Satoru… it wasn’t so serious was it?”

He looks at you, and you see it all over his face. “Your vitals dropped when you fainted, it was… I mean they told me it would be fine, but it was terrifying. Once they got you another transfusion you got stable, and they brought you here, but…”

“I’m so sorry you had to see all that!”

“Sorry? You did everything to have this baby. I’m proud of you.” You sniffle, shaking your head. “I am proud of you. Fucking badass.”

He pecks kisses on your sticky cheeks. “Badass, huh, I fainted!”

“You’re tough, trust me, I saw them… yeah that shit was crazy. Everything was everywhere. How do you feel by the way?”

“Awful. Like someone stabbed me.” He leans over and presses the button attached to you, then you moan, as everything relaxes. “Whass that… Toru?”

“Morphine drip. Press it when it hurts.” He smirks at you then. “Oh fuck, they should hook me up!”

“Hush...” You giggle, then you hear it, the faint little cry, and then look at your baby. “Can I hold her, Toru?”

He nods eagerly, standing up and carefully picking her up, placing her in your arms, which isn’t easy with all the wires, but Satoru is delicate in how he moves them. She’s so light, so tiny, and her eyes open and look at you, those brilliant blue eyes, searching. You stroke her cheek, and she calms immediately.

“I’m so happy you’re in my arms, sweet baby. I love you, I love you so much.” You’re stroking her head, and Satoru watches you with a smile.

“Can I take a pic for everyone? They were really upset when they didn’t see you earlier. Also your brothers have been freaking out.” You nod then, swiping your eyes, and Satoru takes a picture of you and your little baby. “Beautiful girls of mine.”

“Oh I don’t wanna know what I look like.”

“You look beautiful, my sweet girls.” He kisses her, then you gently. “I’m sending these to them, they will be so happy you’re up.”

You nod. “Little Rai, I love you so much.” You whisper to her again, then feel emotional saying the name, gulping.

“Your mom would love her, yeah?” Satoru says softly, and you nod, feeling that ache in your chest. “And your dad.”

“They would, thank you for letting me name her after my mom, Toru.” He shakes his head at that.

“Of course, baby girl. I love it. It’s special.” He kisses you as Rai begins nuzzling into your chest, and you realize she’s looking for something.

“Hungry, little one?” You whisper, and she starts rooting, opening that perfect mouth and you can feel your breasts fill with milk. “Think she’ll latch? I am sure she had bottles.” Satoru leans forward, untying your hospital gown then, and revealing your too full breasts.

“Doc said to try, and if not, you can pump or we can just do the formula.” His eyes go wide as he looks at your breasts. “They’re so huge, holy-”

“Satoru!” He grins, then shakes his head, and you giggle, as you gently cradle Rai in your arms, and she starts rooting until she hits your nipple.

“Look, you’re a natural, baby girl.” Gojo whispers, his eyes on yours, so full of love and amazement then.

You start to laugh, but it turns into a wince as that pain twinges. “It hurts, oh fuck… it hurts.”

“Doc said it’ll hurt to cough, sneeze, laugh all that. Gotta put a pillow… here.” He takes a pillow and presses it on your tummy. “Hold it there and it’ll help when you need it, until you heal some.”

“Satoru… I fucking love you.” You whisper, and he smirks.

“Of course you do.” You giggle and he presses the pillow. “Is it a little better like that?” You nod. “Good. Look at her, she’s going for it!”

You smile, wincing as she grabs your breast with her little nails, and then bites down with her gums. “Oof! She’s vicious!”

“Like her dad huh.” He sits there with his chin on his hands, and you snort, rolling your eyes, and you look down at her, stroking her downy hair, watching her tiny mouth suckle, and she’s so beautiful.

“Beautiful like her dad.”

“Like her mom.”

You both smile, and he holds her head gently with one big hand, the other brushing your hair back gently. You lean back against the pillows, feeling your strength come back to you with every beat of your heart, with every breath you take for your baby. You look down at her, a perfect little doll, so fragile, so new to the world.

“Thank you, for taking care of her. For staying by my side. I’m so sorry it scared you so much.” He shakes his head, coming to sit next to you on the bed, holding you both close, as he kisses your temple.

“No need to thank me, baby girl, this is my life right here. You and my little dumpling are my everything.”

“Oh, Toru…” Eventually Rai is fast asleep, milk drunk, and you look up at Satoru then. “Can I please… wash up?”

He laughs at that. “Let me call the nurse.”

They let Satoru help you shower, and then when you see yourself…

“I feel like a cow, ugh.”

“You’ll slim down quickly, running around my office yelling at me before the blink of an eye! Back in one of your preppy little business outfits.”

“You’re so positive . Ugh. I love that…” He laughs, washing you gently, as he bends down between your legs, holding your thighs.

“You just almost died having our baby, don’t need you worrying about your appearance right now. You’re always the most beautiful brat to me.” The hot water sprays as he kisses you gently.

“Love you, Toru.”

“Love you, whiny baby.”

You sigh, shaking your head, then let him continue to take care of you. You finally get to put on clothes, and he helps you, pushing your morphine button up as the nurse checks you out, pressing on your tummy and taking your blood pressure. Satoru is by your side, and then when it’s time to rest, he decides to climb in the hospital bed right with you.

“Sleep, baby girl. I’m right here.”

“Thank you, Toru… love you.”

“Love you, little brat. Sweet dreams.”

You fall blissfully asleep in Satoru’s arms, as your baby is in her little bassinet, exhaustion taking over you.

***

Three weeks Later

“Hey, don’t be trying to work damn brat! Not yet.” You turn, baby strapped to your chest as you’re trying to help Satoru fix the crappy presentation he’s attempted, and his desk is such a mess, you gotta clean it.

“Let me help, please, I am more than capable of working again you know.” He glares at you then, coming behind you and pressing on your tummy, now almost flat again, but still a little sore. You wince.

“Shouldn’t be working for two more weeks at earliest. Doctor said so. You hurt, don’t you?” He demands, and you huff.

“No, fine really. At least let me come for like an hour or two a day! You’re so far behind…”

“And it can fucking stay behind. I’m having Kiyotaka take you home, stubborn brat.” You scowl back at him, and then Rai starts whining, and you sigh, brushing her hair back gently.

“Let me help a bit, then I’ll leave for the day, promise.” He scoffs, shaking his head, and for a moment you’re enamored by how good he looks in that suit. Fuck… how long had it been?

“Hey, can I hold the baby? Give you a break?” Shoko knocks on the open door of Gojo’s office, and you nod, smiling gratefully.

“Don’t encourage her, less than a month? She needs to be home.”

“She’s not running on a treadmill, Gojo. Just some office stuff. Maybe she misses her husband?” You blink at that, because fuck that’s true. Gojo had been doing insane overtime to cover for you both, Miwa helped as much as she could but you were the main one that ran his businesses.

“Thank you, Shoko. Here is her bottle and paci. If she goes to the bathroom just bring her to me!”

“Nonsense, gimme that diaper bag. I need a break anyway.” You kiss her cheek, sighing and smiling gratefully. “Let’s show you off, Rai!”

She shuts the door behind herself, leaving you with a fuming Satoru Gojo. “You’re pale, you shouldn’t be straining yourself.”

“I have to get up and do things, it’s how I’ll heal. It’s almost a month now. Two more weeks I’m cleared for… all kinds of things.” You look heatedly up to his blue eyes then, and he pauses, as you step close to him, yanking his blue tie so that he leaned down over you.

“It’s killing me.” He whispers then, hands gripping your ass, lifting you up high, you cry out at it. “I hate not being able to fuck that perfect pussy.”

“I can now, I swear I feel good.” Your hand runs down his crisp business shirt, and you watch his eyes get blown out from desire.

“No, ya can’t yet. I can eat you out though.” You tense at that, rushing wetness between your thighs, throat going dry. “Flip my blinds.”

You tentatively go to push the button, turning back, and he’s there, picking you up in his strong arms, kissing you deeply, and you match it, stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss. You all have had no time, even when he’s home, you’re up half the night with the baby, and most day’s you’re both so tired you just pass out.

Plus, you’re not supposed to fuck yet but…

“I need you, Toru.” You whisper, and he groans, picking you up and laying you on his little couch on the other wall, unbuttoning your blouse and moaning as he opens it, seeing your lush breasts.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” He kisses down one, until he gets to your peak, sucking it and making you cry out, shoving your hand on your mouth, you’re so sensitive. He laps you up, squeezing the other, and it’s squirting milk now. You squeal, mortified.

“Oh shit, sorry…” He grins, licking it up, and moaning.

“It’s so sweet though, lemme clean it up.” He squeezes them again, squishing in his big hands, and laps your nipples up. You cry out, gripping his hair tightly, hips arching up, grinding against his hard thigh in his slacks.

“Fuck… feels s’good, mmh!” You get slick between your thighs, and he groans as he feels your heat, slamming his mouth down on yours.

“So hot for me, aren’t you baby?” You nod, eagerly, and he grips your hips tightly, ones you think are too wide now.

“These hips , fuck you’re sexy.” You melt, as he rids you of any insecurity you could ever have, and then he’s unzipping your skirt, you tremble when he gets you down to your panties, as he kisses down your tummy.

“You don’t have to, it’s okay.” You whisper, so he pauses, looking up and scowling at you.

“You’re beautiful, fucking brat. Got it? Every inch. Here.” He kisses your belly button, which just wasn’t shaped the same, then kisses you where you have little white stretchies on your skin from Rai. “Here. Here. All perfect.”

“You’re perfect. You.”

“And you’re perfect. These are from having my baby. And you look crazy good for just having one, by the way.” He slides off your panties then, your scar already has faded, but you have some skin and… “God you’re so fucking sexy.”

You whimper, and he spreads your thighs, kissing the inner parts, tickling you as his soft white hair falls over his face. You brush it back, gasping. “Mmm, thank you Toru…”

“Don’t thank me till I get this pretty pussy off.” You cover your moan with your hand when he tastes you, for the first time in almost two months, and you’re so sensitive your hips buck up, and you’re soaked already. “So wet for me, you’re still my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck .” He slides his tongue up your slit, and you’re shaking as it hits you, waves of pleasure and desire for your husband, your Satoru. “Yes, I still am. A slut just for you. ”

He groans at that, vibrating against your puffy clit, then he’s devouring you, tongue flicking quick and then slow, fingers pulling your lips apart to lave you up deeper, and you’re so close it’s insane. You start gripping his hair, pulling it, making him moan again, as he sucks your clit into his hot mouth, soft wet tongue flicking it over and over, you start falling apart.

“Cumming… cumming!” You whisper out, and he grabs the fat of your ass, dragging you even closer, lapping up the crazy wetness, sounds in his little office so lewd.

“Cum all over my face, pretty little brat. Now.” He orders, eyes peeking up, though you can barely see him with your breasts these days, but you manage to, and his gorgeous blue eyes as his tongue slides up you?

Fuck.

You fall apart, gushing all over his perfect, pretty face, pain twinging in your tummy just a bit from the pressure, but it’s so good you can’t take it. You’re holding onto his shoulders, gripping tight as he drinks you in, licking you through your orgasm until you’re dangerously close to another. You feel yourself tensing, that pressure coming back again.

“Ngh, t’much… Toruu !” You’re whining, nonsensically, and you see him rubbing his cock over his slacks, making you even more turned on, you bite your lip, and see stars as he gets you to cum on him again, crying out.

“So fucking wet, yummy little cunt.” He laps you up, smacking kisses on your clit, on your lips, you struggle to gain composure, whining and dragging him up, kissing him and tasting your essence on his full lips.

“Fuck me, Toru, please .” You beg, and he groans, shaking his head, making you pout. “Please, just go gentle. I know you want to.”

“No, brat. Too much too soon. I’ll eat you out more-”

“Want you in me .” He sighs, shaking his head again as you kiss, as you reach down over his pants and rub his hard length.

“GIve it a little longer, like a few days even. I’m worried about hurting you.”

“Let me suck you off.” He blinks at that, cheeks flushed.

“I’ll be fine, just let me take care of you for once. You do enough for us okay?” He kisses your hand then. “Like when’s the last time you did your nails? Or did anything for just yourself?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Exactly. You go out with one of the girls and do your nails tomorrow. And if you do, and you relax, then I’ll fuck you this weekend.”

“You’re pushing self care on me?” He grins, nodding, and you feel emotion prick your eyes. “Fine, that sounds nice… but on one condition. Let’s go on a date this weekend?”

“A date?” You nod. “Okay but who’s watching Rai?”

“Hmm…” There is a knock on the door, and Satoru helps you get dressed quickly, lapping your nipples one more time with a grin before buttoning you up.

“Come on in.” Nanami walks in, holding Rai in his arms, and you melt at the sight, he’s so huge and so gentle. Rai is giggling and reaching for his face. You and Satoru grin at each other then.

“I was gonna ask you guys, need a sitter?” You jump up, running to Nanami and hugging him and Rai. He awkwardly pats your back.

“You are a lifesaver, Nanami Kento. I was just saying we really need a night alone!”

“Of course, I don’t mind at all. But I asked because my wife really has been wanting to babysit her. She saw a pic of me and Rai just now and lost it.” You grin at that, Nanami’s wife was newly pregnant now.

“Of course, good practice too.” Satoru comes and puts his big hand on your back, burning your skin. “You all can come stay at our place for the night? Friday if that works?”

“Absolutely. She’s going crazy over this baby you know. She’s only a couple months along but she’s lapping up anything baby related.” You laugh at that, caressing Rai’s head.

“You’re good with her too. You all will be great.”

“Will your girl do her nails with this brat tomorrow too?” Gojo asks, ruffling your hair and making you glare. Nanami smiles down at you.

“She was just saying she needs to. Of course. She misses you.” You sigh, you had been hopelessly stuck in the house with the baby.

“First time she’s put the baby down I feel like. She gives me no attention.” Gojo pouts, and you and Nanami roll your eyes.

“You’ll be fine, Gojo.” Nanami winks at you, letting you know he understands. “You all will babysit for us too I’m sure.”

“Of course we would!”

“I’d totally make your baby eat candy.”

“Gojo!” You both hiss at him, and Gojo just grins.

***

That Friday

“Here are her bottles, her paci, here’s her favorite blanket! Oh, and here is her favorite stuffie. And she loves to watch this and this! I read this to her… and here are her diapers, wipes, powder, cream-”

“Babe, relax, they’ll figure it all out.” Satoru comes out then, dressed in a dark blue dress shirt and slacks, looking gorgeous with his hair slicked up all spiky, a smirk on those sexy lips as he looks up and down your body. “Oh fuck you look way too hot in that dress.”

“I… thank you but my hips…” You blush and he glares at you, then looks at Nanami and his wife.

“Girl, you look gorgeous . I hope to look this good.” Nanami’s wife comes up to you, tiny delicate hands on your hips now. “They’re hot!”

“See, they’re hot.” You’re flushing, and Nanami comes up and gently puts a hand on your back too.

“You look beautiful, and I promise, we like hips, okay?” His wife grins, pinching you just a little bit then.

“I’ll even give you a lap dance again to prove I like em!” You giggle then, and Gojo whistles as he walks around you all.

“I’d love to see that .” Nanami smirks too, hazel eyes glinting.

“I don’t know if I can handle another. We almost died.” You and her look at them then, both laughing softly as you both turn pink.

“Thank you all, I guess I’m getting used to some changes in my body?”

“I’m sure I will too. You’re still tiny though. Like you couldn’t even have her normal because you’re already petite.” She backs away then, tapping your nose.

“And this ass…” Gojo pinches it and you jump a bit. “I think it got so much nicer honestly.”

“I love you guys, ugh.”

“You’ll be hyping me up next, I bet!”

“I sure the hell will!” You hug her again, then Nanami pulls you against his side, hugging you both and sighing.

“Women are so complicated. You all look gorgeous and complain.”

“They’re bratty, that’s all.” Satoru pulls you away and twirls you, and you’re wearing a gorgeous sequined black gown that hugs every curve you have, even the new ones that you think you could learn to love. “Fucking hot as fuck .”

“Thank you, Toru. You all make me feel so good.” You smile at the two of them, who are in each other’s arms, Nanami’s hand on her still flat tummy, they smile over at you as Toru yanks you in for a kiss.

“You look more beautiful than that first night even. Wore something just like this, didn’t you?” Gojo’s murmured words eat you up, you can barely hold it together as he stares down at you.

“The night you bribed me on my birthday for a work thing?” He just grins, and Nanami laughs.

“You were such a dick, Gojo.”

“Yeah, yeah… still a dick honestly.” You shake your head.

“No, you’re really the sweetest. I’m glad I went that night… so glad.” He pulls you close, cupping your face.

“Ready for this date?”

“Let me kiss Rai!” You run up to where she’s fast asleep in a little pink bouncy chair, kissing her little forehead and tucking her in with her fancy soft blanket.

“Go on you two, we got it.” Nanami says, and he and his wife shoo you outside, as Kiyotaka is waiting next to the car. He smiles at you.

“Hey Kiyotaka!” You kiss his cheek.

“Hello, My Lady. Mr. Gojo.” You all slide in the back, and before you know it, you’re on Satoru’s lap, and he’s gripping your ass tight, grinding you on him.

“You look so sexy, fuck.” His glossy lips are parted as he’s under you in the dark car, streetlights reflecting everywhere.

“I want you in me.” You whine, and he groans, slipping a hand down between your thighs, already slick, shoving two fingers up into your aching hole, you gasp at that, and he pulls one out, groaning.

“You’re stupid tight.” He crooks that one finger, so thick, and as it hits your spot your head lolls to the side. “Hear how wet you are, baby.”

You can hear it, that squelching sound when he pushes past your little gummy entrance, finding that spot, and you can barely see, vision going dark. “Mnh, yes, please, fuckk…”

“Pretty little slut.” You practically purr at his dirty words, fuck he almost never says that anymore. His pupils dilate and his lips part as he watches you, exhaling and using his free hand to grip your hip.

“Toru… need you…” He moans, kissing you deeply, arching that finger up and repeatedly pressing that spot.

“Oh, so desperate for daddy’s cock, huh brat?” You just moan, nodding, not even bothering to try to play shy or anything. “Soaking my fucking hand.”

“Please, please.” He laughs softly, thumb hitting your clit now, and you’re grinding shamelessly against his big hand, his long fingers.

“Can’t wait for the date? That needy ?” You huff, and he yanks you against him, easing his finger out and pressing you on his hard bulge.

“Lemme suck you then.” He exhales, and you get on your knees in the big back seat, looking up at him as he brushes your hair back.

“Fuck I’m lucky. Beautiful thing, so thirsty for it too.” You grind against his leg as you pull his cock out, slapping against his dress shirt, one you lift so you can look at his chiseled torso. His cock is already leaking precum out of the pink tip, and you lick it up, making him his. “F-fuckk, baby…”

“Yummy.” You whisper, sucking him then, as he cries out, nearly whimpering when you roll your tongue on the ridge of him, before shoving him down your throat, choking on him.

“Baby… fuck! Mmm…” He can’t stop his moans, as he’s gently wrapping your hair into a fist. “That throat, so tight… taking me so well.”

You eat up his praise, sucking him more then, and you feel him thickening, before he yanks you off, looking down on you with drunk eyes. “Cum in my throat, please Toru… wanna taste it.”

“Why are you so fucking hot!?” You just giggle, but he sighs then, brushing a thumb down your lip. “I wanna fuck you so bad… I miss this pussy.”

“Fuck my throat-”

“We’re here Mr. Gojo, Mrs. Gojo.” You flush, and he chuckles, adjusting himself and then pulling you up gently, fixing your skirt and your hair.

“This is… fun. So fun.” You say, eyes lit up, and he smiles down at you, caressing your face, his snowy white lashes low on his seductive eyes.

“It is fun. We needed this. Now, more fun.” You giggle, and follow him out of the car then, gasping when you see where you all were.

“Oh my god! Your boat!” He’s grinning wide, and you jump up and down, kissing him and pulling him to you.

“I thought what’s more perfect, than the place I fell in love with you.” You’re emotional as you pull him down for a kiss, and then you eagerly follow him up onto the planks of his boat, his big hand gripping yours.

“I feel like we haven’t been on here in forever.” You lean against the railing, the wind blowing your hair gently in the night. Satoru comes behind you, his hard cock on the small of your back, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You remember falling off?” You giggle.

“Of course I do! Oh god… you rescued me.” He laughs, leaning more, hands on the railing on top of yours.

“You need to learn to swim, brat.”

“I know, I know! Ugh. Maybe this summer?”

“I’ll teach you.” He kisses down your cheek, and you sigh, desire thrumming through your skin everywhere he touches. “We gotta teach Rai early too.”

“I know! That’s why I want to learn. Ugh, should we check on her?”

“Nah, Nanami and Foxy got it.” You giggle as he uses the stripper name Nanami’s wife used to use.

“We’re so blessed, we have so many amazing friends.”

“I’m blessed, have a beautiful baby, and beautiful wife. With such nice titties too.” He grabs them then, squeezing them in his hands.

“Hey, Toru…”

“Yes baby?”

“With C sections, you can only do it three times. Like max. So I can probably only have one or two more kids. Does that upset you?”

“Fuck no. You could have no more and I’d understand. That was a really rough experience.” You tremble, looking up at him, as the boat starts to sail in the night, as the moon and stars are rising, illuminating his face.

“They say scheduled are way easier. So I definitely want at least one or two more… but I know-”

“That I want a baseball team?” You nod, and he sighs. “Two or three kids is plenty, even this one is perfect. Whatever happens, I couldn’t be happier that we have her. You’re not any less because you gotta get cut open. Fuck, more badass.”

“Toru…” You turn then, leaning against the rail and looking up at him, as the wind blows that soft white hair, as his bright blue eyes glitter in the moonlight. Your hands cup his face, thumbs on his perfect high cheekbones. “I do want another baby. Having Rai has made me so happy. Maybe not for a little but… I do.”

“Good, because I wanna breed that perfect pussy.” His tone changes, from sweet to a damn growl, and it hits your pussy hard. “Got you wet, so fuckin easy.”

“Such a dick.” He moans as you all kiss, as he grips your ass, yanking it onto his thigh again.

“Want a drink and some dinner, brat? Or only this cock?”

“Honestly, the dick… but we can eat. And drink.” You both laugh, as he leads you to the little dining area, the one with just one table for you two.

One of the two men in tuxedos comes and sets down plates, yummy salmon, veggies and rice, along with a fancy bottle of wine in a chiller. The boat rocks gently as he pulls your seat out for you. You smile up at him.

“Thank you, Sir.” He winks, and then you sit down, the candles on the table flickering as the light from the moon kisses everything with silver. Satoru pours you a glass of white wine, which you sip then, feeling the warmth spread through your throat as he takes a seat across from you.

He's still dressed in that sexy, smug damn look, and you can feel his eyes roving over every inch of your body, making you blush. “Fuck you’re so yummy.”

“You make me feel that way.” He moans, hand sliding up your thigh, where it’s bare at the slit of your dress.

“Just wanna eat you.” You giggle, and then go to cut up your meat, but he pauses you, doing it for you. "Let me feed you," he whispers, and you feel your tummy clench, as he puts the piece on his fork.

He pops it in your mouth and you chew, tasting the yummy lemon and butter fish. “It’s so good! Ugh, thank you.”

“Of course.” He kisses your hand then, peeking at your nails. “You got baby blue just for me?”

“Of course.” You repeat. He kisses your knuckles, then you grab his fork, cutting him a piece. “Your turn.”

“Yes mommy.” You snort, rolling your eyes, as he takes the bite off your fork, as seductively as any human being could. You feel that desire from earlier pooling now, and sip your wine greedily, hoping it can satiate you for just a moment. “I’ve wanted you so bad…”

“Yeah?” He nods. “Me too… it’s been torture huh?”

“Fucking torture. Could have fucked you like day five.”

“Day five!”

“Yeah, you bent over all sexy with your tits out, I had to go jerk off in the shower after.”

“Oh gosh! Well I’ve had to masturbate in the shower too.”

“You brat! How dare you!”

“What?”

“I’d have gotten you off!”

“You seemed so exhausted after work-” you say, but he is glaring at you now. “What?”

“I would have been eating you out this whole time. I thought you were too nervous or sore…”

“No, I’m good actually. Like… a lot better. Fuck all I can think about is how hot you look in your suits.” You run a hand down his chest then, and he exhales, sliding his hand up your dress then, finding your soaked little pussy with ease, making you pant and whine.

“Let me make it up to you.” He bends down, in the middle of the boat, right out in the open night, kissing up your thighs hungrily. You cry out, leaning back in the little wooden chair, eagerly putting your leg on his shoulder as he demands.

“Fuck… yes, please.” You just whimper those words, and he grins up at you, as you brush his hair back.

“As the lady commands.” He dives down then, greedily sucking up the wetness that’s already seeping out of your tight entrance. “Best dessert ever.”

You giggle, but it’s cut off as he slides his tongue inside you then, and your walls clench down around the talented muscle, you arch your hips up for more, as his kisses grow hungry against your cunt now. He’s slipping his tongue up, drinking every bit of you that gushes, and you feel so dizzy, your vision blurring as he gets you close so damn fast.

“Mnh… s’good, f-fuckk Toru…” You are mumbling, and he’s groaning, flicking faster as his hands grip your thighs.

“Let me drink this all up baby. I’ll clean it s’good.” He’s mumbling, looking up at you with pussy drunk eyes, lidded and sexy as he swipes that tongue up your slit.

You scream then, bucking up, uncaring of the two random workers. They’d heard you all before anyway. Gojo pays them enough. “Cumming! Mnh!”

“Good girl.” At that you start pulsing, cum pouring down your lips and all over Gojo’s face, his lips, his chin, and you hear him slurping it all up, as your legs are trembling around his face.

“Oh my god…” You can barely think or speak, gasping for breath, then he stands, stooping over and bending down.

“Hang on to me, brat.” You do as he says, eagerly, and he’s carrying you down into the cabin, kissing you deeply, over and over. You eagerly lap your desire off his face, trembling when he strips your dress off, leaving you naked. “Oh… fuck… you’re so beautiful.”

You feel tears fall, and he tilts your chin up. “Thank you…”

“I’m just telling the truth. Should be thanking you, fuck… I remember seeing you naked here the first time. I couldn’t get it out of my head, your perfect little body.” You’re whining out, undressing him with shaky hands.

“I remember waking up next to you, looking at you sleeping. You were so pretty, so peaceful. So perfect.”

“You kissed me like a perv.”

“Shut it! Ah!” He’s got you on the bed then, hard and hot on your soft inner thigh, and you raise your hips up, arching your head back.

“That was our first night together.” He whispers, bringing back those memories from just last year.

“It was, you cuddled me for the first time ever. Best cuddler too.” He smirks, preening under your praise, sliding hands down to cup your lush breasts.

“Of course I am. Best at everything. Fucking too.”

“Yeah you are… but I need a reminder.” You stick your tongue through your teeth, and he raises a perfect brow.

“You challenging me brat?” You nod, and then gasp, as with a growl, he sinks into you, filling you up, stretching you in the most delicious way.

“Fuck! Toru!” You cry out then, your eyes rolling back in your head as he starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm in your soppy little cunt.

“This what you wanted, baby?” You nod, eagerly.

“Yes, yes.” You cling to him, your nails digging into his back as he fucks into you with his huge cock, his strokes growing deeper, harder, reaching up to grab your hands, entwining his as he studies you.

“Fuck you’re pretty.” He slams his lips down, as the weight of him presses on you, his tip hitting your cervix then as he goes balls deep, and you both moan. “Can you take me fucking you good, baby? I can’t hold back.”

“I can do it. Promise.”

He caresses your face for a moment. “If anything hurts… just let me know, okay? Don’t wanna hurt my baby.”

“Promise, promise. Please.” He moans then, and grabs your hips, slamming you hard on his length, all the way. You scream at it, as you’re pulsing around him, so close from just that.

His teeth are clenched, his cheeks all pink and flushed, brows drawn together. “Fuck you feel so good wrapped on my cock. I missed this.”

“I miss you. S’much ngh!” He’s slamming steady against your cervix now, hand sliding up your chest, squeezing a breast and pinching it, hips snapping as he fucks you harder.

“Can we get these legs up baby?”

“Kinda?” He laughs, breathy, then presses them up some, spreading them wide and then starting to rail your pussy, and you can just hear you sucking him in. He leans back and watches.

“Look at her taking me so good, making my cock dissapear.” His words edge you on, and soon you’re slippery, clutching the sheets of the bed desperately, leaning your ass up for even more. “Oh… fuck….”

“Fuck!” You both moan out at the same time, as his tip is kissing that cervix, so sensitive you’re cumming then, all over his cock, squeezing him so tight.

“Oh my god.” He’s whining again, and the sound is so hot, his pretty face so flushed, eyes so drunk, you yank him down on you, taking his hand and putting it on your throat.

“Please, Toru, choke me. Like your little slut.”

“I’ve died and gone to heaven!?” You both laugh, breathy, but he leans down, pressing his weight on the backs of your thighs, then he’s choking you, squeezing your throat on each side, pressure perfect. “You like it baby don’t you? Me squeezing this pretty neck?”

You nod into his grip, which tightens, then you’re cumming again, orgasm washing over you as he pounds your cunt, and she takes it so good, your mind gets fuzzy as he squeezes tighter. “Mnh!”

“Like she’s made for my cock.” He whispers, and your eyes roll back in your head involuntarily, drool pooling out the side of your mouth as your tongue just hangs out, pathetic. “Cum on this cock again, lemme feel her.”

You do as he commands, because how couldn’t you? Screaming out, but it’s just a whisper, until your vision blackens, and he lets you go, letting you greedily suck in air, leaning forward and laying on top of you. He kisses your lips, tongue sliding in, and it’s messy, just like your cunt dripping down his cock, down the bed. Teeth and tongues and lips.

“Imma put another baby in you, little brat. Fuckin want it?” He purrs those damn words, shoving in hard, your legs over his elbows now. You nod, eagerly, and he licks his lips then, groaning and looking at you.

“Please, put one in me. Cum in me, please.” He huffs a breath then, rythym jerky, reaching down between your bodies and rubbing your little clit then. You scream out at the stimulation, shivering under him, pressure in your tummy building.

“Cum with me, pretty. Milk this cock with that perfect pussy.” You fall with him, cunt pulsing around his cock, as it twitches, and then fills you, as Satoru holds your face tightly, slamming his lips and drinking your cries, as you drink his moans.

“Mnh, s’much! Ah… s’much yes…” You whisper between kisses, as he pumps so much hot load into you, it’s ridiculous.

“Fill that tummy full of me. Take it all, brat.” You just cling to him, as he fucks into you, pumping all that cum more, though your pussy is pushing so much of it out around him, mixed with your wetness.

You’re shaking, struggling for breath, tears hitting your eyes as he keeps pushing, overstimulating you both. “Fuck… never go this long again!”

He laughs, brushing your hair back with one hand as you cling to his bare shoulders, the other hand leaving your clit to grip your waist. “Okay, so next time we’ll only wait two weeks?”

“Yeah at best. And fuck me the whole pregnancy.”

“You’re the one that whined!”

“Well, shit. Yeah.” You both laugh, and soon he’s hard again, still in you, and you blink rapidly. “Again?”

“Oh absolutely again.” He pulls out though, flipping you up on your knees, arching your ass back. “God, your hips and waist like this? Fucking killing me.” His teeth nip your ass cheek, and you shiver, still dripping his cum and yours on the bed, then he’s shoved his cock in you.

“Ah! So big…” You whine out, as he hits deeper like this. He smacks your ass gently, making you wetter, and he fucks in and out with ease, hitting your abused cervix as his balls smack your clit.

“Gonna fill you s’much tonight, brat. Can you take all this cum?” You nod, looking back, and then he yanks your hair, slamming into you over and over, arching your back so you’re up higher, stretched beyond your means.

“All of it. I’ll take all of it, please. Fill me.” He groans loud then, hands gripping your hips hard, and he fucks you into another orgasm, then another…

Then another.

You lose count, as he falls on your back, as his weight is on your back, as he’s drenched in sweat, and so are you. You’re sore, achy, and so is he, as he came again already, and now he’s hard again . Your cunt is wrecked, so full of his cum you can’t take it, but god you want it, you want all of it.

“Another round in you, brat?” He whispers, and you laugh, then gasp when he toys your puffy clit, which twitches under his two fingers, and you’re dripping his cum and yours all over his hand. “Messy little brat, aren’t you? Suck these.”

His fingers are in your mouth, and you’re moaning all over them, drooling, as he slowly and leisurely fucks into you. He’s got you by your throat again, kissing you, and you both cry out into each others mouths, looking at each other with fucked out eyes, and you both moan when he hits that spot that makes you tighten.

“Love you Toru… love you s’much. Mmnh. Love your cock. Love your mouth. Love you.”

“Love you, little brat. So much. Love your pussy, love that throat. Love you. Beautiful.” You cry as he slides in, so sore, but god you want it.

You’ll always want it.

“Forever, Satoru.” He looks at you with those blown out pupils, his blue eyes glittering in the dark.

“You are my forever.”

You cum again, and it doesn’t end there, you all devour each other, hungry, thirsty, needy. Whining, moaning, crying. You push each other’s limits, and can never get enough. You will never get enough.

He’s yours forever.

And you’re his.

The End

A/N- This was my first Gojo fic and first JJK fic, I think I've improved a lot since this but I also will always love it.

Other Gojo fics of mine on Tumblr if you like this one :3 :

Take me Home Tonight- Law school AU- Smut/Fluff, Professor and lawyer Gojo

Fractured Desires - angsty Sato/Reader fic with some Sugu/reader as well- heavy smut/explicit

Healing Hearts - Doctor Gojo and intern student, smut and humor, medical

Silent Serenades- Duke Gojo AU, an arranged marriage, angsty asf, slow burn

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