#chances of getting pregnant with PCOS

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Ghost Part 1

AN: everyone ignore the fact that it took me almost a year to finish this lol

Synopsis: You're an OnlyFans model that gets pregnant by none other than Jack Harlow, who runs at the first sign of taking responsibility for his actions. But soon enough, his responsibilities get to be too much for him to ignore

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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'I'm a good girl'

At least that’s what you told yourself 

But good girls didn't go to school by day and were a cam girl at night.

However, you were 

It was only for a little while

Just until you finished school

You needed a way to pay for it somehow

Besides the money was good and it kept a roof over your head

You admit that this wasn't your first choice in a career path obviously, but you had to do what you had to do in order to survive.

You had been in foster care since you were 9 because your parents and brother passed away in a car accident while you were the lone survivor

Your grandparents were older and they couldn't take care of you so that's when you went into the system 

Your aunt which was your mother's sister and your mother didn't get along and she said that there was no way in hell that she would take you and that you were someone else’s problem

I mean she did have five kids of her own to take care of, but to be that cold hearted to a nine year old?

You admit that you had survivor's guilt and would do anything to have all three of them here with you. But you knew that they would have wanted for you to have the best life that you could possibly have and that you were going to make sure of it. 

But if they were here, then maybe just maybe, your current life would be different.

You had dreams of becoming a preschool teacher since you were diagnosed at 15 with PCOS and you were told that your chances of getting pregnant were slim to none. It definitely hurt because since you didn’t have any immediate family left, that you wanted to have as many as you could. 

But you figured if you couldn’t have any of your own that you would teach them instead. If you could plant little seeds into their minds that will be able to set them up for greatness then you were all for it. 

You put on your newest lingerie set that was gifted to you by one if not your favorite supporter you would say who went by the name Mr.Missionary and was setting up your camera in order to get the perfect view.

One thing about you is that you never showed your face

Only thing they could see was from the neck down

You did that on purpose because the last thing you wanted was for someone to know what you looked like.

It wasn't the fact that you were embarrassed of what you did, but you wanted to remain as anonymous as possible so for the future, your career wouldn't be impacted. You could only imagine what would happen if someone found out what you had done in college when you were teaching their small children. It probably wouldn’t be good and the next thing that would probably happen is you being out of a job. 

You saw time and time again that happening to different people and that's one thing you did not want to deal with.

But, back to Mr. Missionary

He was a sweet talker and knew exactly what to say.

It all started with a message from him asking you if you were comfortable showing your face to him.

Since he had been supportive of you since day one, you figured why not. But also told him not to share any of the photos that you sent him to anyone else. 

So your jaw definitely dropped when you answered the incoming facetime call and was staring back at no one other than Jack Harlow.

The two of you would talk every week and you mentioned one time how you had never been off the east coast before and would love to go. Only Fans did pay well now that you had a lot of subscribers, but it hadn’t always been that way. However, you really only used the money for school and to make sure that you had a place to live. 

The semester had just ended and you weren't taking any classes during the summer so Jack offered to fly you out to L.A. to spend a week with him while he was recording new songs and you quickly said yes. 

This would happen periodically, him flying you out to different cities to meet him all summer long and soon you found yourself getting ready for the new semester to start.

You had about another year to go at Howard University in D.C. until you graduated with your degree in early childhood education while your friend Nadia was majoring in business administration.

The two of you met your freshman year and had been close ever since when you had to take a few prerequisite classes together.

She was from Louisville and was a big fan of Jack, but you didn't bother telling her what had happened between the two of you.

You signed an NDA anyway.

And since she had gone home for the summer, she had no reason for the thought to even cross her mind. 

But when you just so happened to go to your OB/GYN appointment you had gotten a huge surprise.

You were pregnant and apparently had been for three months.

Your period was irregular and you would often go for months without getting one so you thought nothing of it.

The first thing you did when you got back to your apartment was call Nadia and couldn’t help but to blurt it out.

"I'M PREGNANT!"

"Well first of all hello to you too and WHAT?!”

"I can't get pregnant! At least that's what I was told. They told me that when I was fifteen!"

"Well apparently you can. How far along are you?"

"Three months apparently and I had absolutely no idea. I wasn’t craving anything, no morning sickness, no nothing. None of the usual symptoms."

"Oh so when the semester ended, those legs were open for business, huh?"

"NADIA! BE SERIOUS PLEASE." You said while pacing around your bedroom. 

"Well, who's the father? Did you tell him?"

"Sooo, this is probably going to sound really bad." You muttered while pouring yourself something to drink.

You couldn’t see Nadia’s face, but you could just imagine how it looked. 

"I mean, how bad? You're an adult who can do what you want."

"Ummm…. He’s one of my supporters for my cam show."

"Y/N!!!! IS THAT WHY YOU WERE FLYING EVERYWHERE THIS SUMMER!? YOU WENT TO SEE HIM DIDN’T YOU? DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN?"

"Um, maybe and well, I didn’t die."

"What do you mean maybe?! It's either yes or no! And you didn’t die, but now you came back pregnant!”

"Uh, then yes."

"You need to tell him NOW. It’s his responsibility as much as it is yours."

"I will and then I'll call you back." You said while sighing. 

You didn't have enough courage to call him, but you needed to. It was better to get it over with sooner rather than later. 

You knew he was busy and decided to text him first.

You- Hey, call me when you get a chance 

Jack- I will right before I go to sleep tonight. Hopefully I can get another private show 😉

You didn't even bother responding and just waited for your phone to ring while working on assignments you had to do for class instead. 

Another thing you had to worry about now was graduating on time since you were now pregnant and would be due at the start of the last semester before you graduated. 

It was around 11:52 pm when your phone finally rang indicating an incoming facetime call from Jack.

"Hey pretty girl. I'm sorry it took me so long to call you.”

"Hey. It's okay, I was just studying while I waited.”  You quietly said and Jack was immediately eyeing you knowing that something was wrong.

"You okay?" Jack curiously asked while looking at your solemn expression.

"No, not exactly." You quietly responded while starting to fidget as you closed your textbook that was in front of you.

It was now or never.

"What's going on?"

You took a deep sigh before the words left your mouth. Might as well get it over with.

"I'm pregnant." 

Jack immediately went quiet and pinched the bridge of his nose before he said anything.

"I thought you said that you couldn't get pregnant and I always wore protection every time just in case."

"I thought so too and obviously you didn't."

"How do you know it's mine?" You immediately rolled your eyes.

"Didn't I spend basically the entire summer with you?"

"Some of it, not all of it. I don't know what you were doing when you weren't with me." Your jaw had hit the floor. He had some nerve.

"Don't do that. Why would I lie?"

"I'm being honest. Don't get mad at me for telling the truth. And why would you lie? Because I’m a millionaire the last time I checked, that’s why. Sounds like you tried to trap me." 

"Look, I just want them taken care of. AND EXCUSE ME? TRAP YOU? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?"

"I still don't see what that has to do with me and yes trap me, you heard me the first time."

"Seriously? How could you even say that? I have given you no reason to think that about me."

“Well people can surprise you, everyday. Until I get a paternity test, I'm not believing anything."

That was about three years ago and nothing has changed since then.

You were basically a single mother and Jack popped in occasionally when he wanted to. 

Which wasn't often. 

You were struggling living on your own with no support system in D.C. and Nadia had convinced you to move to Kentucky to be near her so she could help out as much as she could. Her business was finally taking off and she told you that you could find a teaching job at one of the elementary schools since they were hiring for preschool teachers.

When Jack found out that you had moved to Louisville he was not only convinced that you trapped him, but now you were stalking him too.

He had no idea that you were in this by yourself, literally. No help from family or anything.

You could count on one hand how many times Jack had seen Ace since birth and you came to the conclusion that you were probably going to be a single mother and stopped asking him for anything. The last time that he had talked to you was almost two months ago. During that three minute conversation he didn’t even ask how his son was and he only lived less than fifteen minutes away from you.

After the paternity test was done and Jack was proven to be the father, he had accidentally left the paper out on the table and no one other than his younger brother Clay found it. He had questioned Jack about it and because Clay was holding the obvious proof in his hands there was no possible way for him to back out of it. Clay then took it upon himself to reach out to you because he wanted to meet Ace. He met him when he was a month old and at that time Jack had only been to see him once. Because of how he acted, you knew early on not to put his last name on Ace’s birth certificate.  

After moving to Louisville, you met two of Nadia’s close friends, Blaire and Liv. Blaire was a baker who had her own bakery and would have breakfast waiting for you every day for you and Ace before you dropped him off at daycare and went to the school to teach while Liv taught kindergarten at the same school where you were. All four of you had become extremely close, but none of them knew who Ace’s father was. 

Because you signed an NDA, all you ever told them was that he really wasn’t a part of his life and that you were doing this all on your own and they accepted that as an explanation, but it was only a matter of time before they found out the truth. You knew that they would all look at him differently because they were such big fans of him. Plenty of times they had asked you to go to his concerts with him, but you steadily declined, but they never questioned why. 

All Jack did was send money to help with daycare and that’s when he actually remembered to do it. You got a discount since it was actually in the same school as where you taught, but it was still expensive. Especially on the salary that you got.

It was currently almost four in the afternoon and Jack was supposed to pick Ace up to spend time with him and you were hoping that they would be able to spend more time together. You knew that his career was demanding and he was at the height of it, but you just wanted Ace to have a relationship with him. He told you that he would be coming around 2 and that he would take Ace to the Louisville basketball game later with the rest of PG and spend the weekend with him. 

From what you knew, Urban was the only one who knew about Ace and was guessing that this would be his opportunity to tell them. You sighed as you looked at your baby waiting at the door with his little backpack on wanting to see the moment his dad was going to come through the door. 

After a while, he just sat down and sighed which made your heart break.

“Mommy, daddy not coming is he?” He quietly asked you and all you did was sigh.

“We just have to wait and see, bub. Maybe daddy got busy and got caught up with doing something.” One thing that you were tired of doing was making excuses for Jack.

“Does daddy love me?” He looked up at you with tears in his eyes and you quickly sat down next to him and slid him into your lap.

It took everything in you not to cry right then and there, but immediately pulled out your phone to call him.

“Of course he does. Here, baby. Let’s call him to see where he is.”

You didn’t know if you were trying to convince Ace or convince yourself.

You put the phone to Ace’s ear and Jack actually picked up on the third ring which you were surprised by.

“Hello?”

“DADDY! Where you at? Still coming to get me?”

“Oh, hey little man. Um, something came up, but I promise to get you another day.”

“But you promised you were coming today. You said that last time.”

“I know, bubs but I’ve just been so busy.”

Not wanting for the conversation to go on any further, Ace handed the phone to you with tears in his eyes, threw off his backpack and ran down the hallway into his room.

“Ace!” You called after him, but he continued down the hallway. 

“Are you…..? Are you serious right now?! You made him cry because all you do is fucking lie to him and to me!” You took a deep breath before letting him have it. 

“Y/N, please don’t fucking start.” You heard him say before sighing and you could hear cheering going on in the background indicating that he was already at the game.

“Oh, I’m going to fucking start because he has been excited for this all week! Why would you bail on your son like that? You did the same shit last time. You begged me to come and see him and when I told you what time would work best, what did you do? Not even bother to show up. Either you want to be in his life or you don’t and you need to make a decision. Tired of my child constantly being disappointed in his father.”

“Look, I’ll talk to you later.” Jack said and then hung up without another word leaving you fuming from your conversation. 

You simply got up while grabbing Ace’s backpack and made your way to his room. Once you opened the door, you found him laying down with his head resting on his hands just staring off into space.

“Ace….”

“Mommy, can we just go to the park?” He asked not even mentioning what Jack had done.

“Sure, baby. Whatever you want. I also think that it’s a perfect day for ice cream. What do you say?”

At the mention of ice cream, Ace immediately perked up and eagerly nodded his head.

“Can I get chocolate chip cookie dough?”

“Whatever my Ace wants, he gets.”

Upon hearing this, he immediately smiled and you were happy that you could take his mind off of what his father had promised him, at least for a little while. 

Two weeks had passed and you were rushing to get both of you out of the door and to Blaire’s bakery for breakfast so that the two of you would at least have something on your stomach for the busy day ahead.

You had sent a text last night to Jack asking him to send you money for daycare for the month of October, but he never responded leaving you frustrated because you literally now only had 24 hours to come up with the money otherwise you weren’t quite sure what you were going to do.

Your Only Fans was still active, but that was a last resort.

While driving to the bakery, Ace fell asleep in the backseat when you decided to call him.

“Yes, Y/N? What now? I’m busy.”

“Good morning to you too. Did you get my text last night?” You asked after rolling your eyes at how he greeted you.

“Didn’t I just give you money for daycare? Why do you need more already?”

“You see, Jackman….”

“Don’t call me that.”

“That’s your name isn’t it? Given to you by your parents?”

“Look, what do you want? I’m in the studio.”

“No need to be rude. I need more money for daycare. I have to pay it every month.”

“Why the fuck is it so expensive? Got damn a round trip to L.A. is cheaper.”

“I don’t know, but I already get a discount and I have to pay it by tomorrow so can you just send it to me?”

“1600 dollars?!? That’s the discounted price? You have got to be fucking kidding me. They act like you have six fucking kids. He’s one person.”

“Just… can you do it or not? I wouldn't ask you unless I absolutely had to.” You asked, hating that you even had to do so.

“Yeah, I’ll send it and you better be using it for daycare and not something else. Because if I find out you did, you better not ask me for it again. Anything else you want to bother me about?”

“Ace is in the car. Do you want to say good morning to him?”

“Not really. I’ll call him later. Bye.”

“I-....”

Jack hung up without another word and all you did was shake your head at him and how your three year old is more well mannered than he is.

Once you pulled up to the bakery, Blaire met you outside on the curb and immediately ran to your window with a bag of food as well as two drinks. A hot chocolate for Ace and her specially made coffee for you. You swore that she put jet fuel in it and as many times as you asked her for the recipe, she never told you. 

It literally allowed for you to stay energized throughout the day and didn't even want to know how much caffeine was in it.

She handed you yours, while she opened Ace’s door and handed him his.

“Thank you, Auntie Blaire.” He quietly said before taking it and you looked back at him to see that he was pouting and Blaire immediately asked him what was wrong before you could.

“Daddy didn’t say good morning to me when he talked to mommy.”

Oh.

So he was awake.

“I’m just sure he was really busy. You can try calling him later once you get home, yeah?” She said to try and get a smile at him, but all he did was nod his head.

So much for getting a good start to the day.

Ace had been upset the entire time he was in daycare even when you went to go and check on him and brought a cookie as a peace offering which he wasn't excited by and thought that making his latest favorite dinner might take his mind off of it. 

You never in a million years thought that Ace would love to help you cook, but here you were. He told you that he wanted to be a chef when he grew up, so you obviously set him up with everything that he might need.

He told you on the way home that he wanted to make chicken parm with noodles so you stopped by the store to grab the ingredients.

Ace was wearing his apron that you had gotten him as a gift for his birthday which said Chef Ace on it and standing on his step stool to add salt to the boiling water for the noodles while you were finishing cutting up the chicken and about to start making the breading for it.

He didn't bring up for the rest of the day what had happened with Jack earlier, but you had a feeling that it was coming and more than likely it would be around bedtime. But for now, you were simply going to focus on spending time with your little one.

“Ace, do you want to grab the Italian seasoning for mommy to use?”

“Yes!”

He promptly moved his step stool to be in front of the spice cabinet and climbed up when there was a knock on the door.

Ace had handed it to you and stepped down before going to get a sip of juice out of his sippy cup.

“Be right back, bubs. Remember don't touch anything without mommy being in here with you. We don't need you getting hurt.”

“Okay, promise.” He quickly answered before taking another swig of his juice as you went to answer the door to come face to face with Nadia,  Blaire, and Liv.

“Heyyy. Blaire told us baby daddy troubles this morning sooooo…. We brought wine and lemon cake that Blaire made for Ace.” Nadia said as she held up the wine and Liv held up the cake and all three of them were smiling back at you.

“You guys didn't….”

“Shut up and let us in. Yes we did and what is our little chef making tonight?” Liv asked as you moved to the side and let them in while closing the door behind you.

“Chicken parm and salad and Blaire’s cake can be added to that now.”

“HI AUNTIES!” You heard Ace as he ran full speed towards the four of you.

“Auntie’s baby!” Nadia exclaimed as she opened her arms to engulf him into a hug.

“Food should be about done in another thirty minutes.”

“Well until then, we have the wine to keep us occupied.”

After gushing over how good the meal was along with Blaire’s lemon cake, Nadia pulled out her phone and shoved it towards you.

“What am I looking at?” You asked her as Ace had climbed into your lap.

“Jack Harlow and his No Place Like Home concert. I thought I would get tickets for all of us to go.”

Ace then peered at her phone and got a confused look on his face.

“Oh, that's daddy!”

Silence.

Looks of shock.

Looks of disbelief.

Nadia, Liv, and Blaire knew how intelligent Ace was so they didn't think that this would be something that he would lie about all while trying to wrap their heads around it.

When no one said anything, Ace turned to look at you.

“Are we going to call him before I go to sleep?”

“Um, sure bubs. We’ll call him. Do you want to go and pick out a book for us to read tonight before we do?”

He eagerly nodded before hopping down off your lap and heading to his bookshelf in his bedroom.

All you did was sigh and wait for the interrogation to begin.

Nadia was first.

“Y/N!!!!! I…. WHAT!?”

“Do not say anything because the last thing I need is him finding out that other people know.”

“He is a literal ASSHOLE to you and Ace. The mother of his son and his actual son. All the shit that you’ve told us he’s done!?! Or hasn't done for that matter.” Liv exclaimed as she poured herself another glass of wine.

“So that's who was flying you out that summer?”

You simply nodded.

“Y/N…..”

“Look, I don't need the looks of pity. I’m fine, my son is fine and that's all that matters. We’re going to be okay with or without him.”

Blaire who had been quiet the entire time simply shook her head.

“I can always call my brothers to jump him.”

“NO, BLAIRE!”

“The offer still stands. Just say the word.” She replied while shrugging.

“I know how you three love his music so get the tickets and have fun. Me and Ace will be okay.”

“No. One band, one sound bitch. If you have beef with Jack Harlow, so do we.” Nadia said while crossing her arms. 

“Come to think of it… Ace does look an awful lot like him.”

“All I can do every day when we go out is pray that no one notices. I have to protect him and it’s sad that I actually have to do it from his father.”

It was around 7 PM when you had finished giving Ace a bath and had finished reading the book that he picked out earlier to him when he asked to call Jack.

“Can we call daddy now?” He asked looking up at you hopeful and all you did was give him a small smile.

“Of course we can.”

You grabbed your phone and attempted to call Jack on facetime while handing it to Ace.

All it did was continuously ring and you saw the pout on Ace’s face become more pronounced.

“Maybe, he’s just busy, bubs.” You quietly said before you took your phone back and the look of disappointment across his face broke your heart.

“He’s always busy, mommy.”

“But, at least you get to spend the day with him tomorrow! That’s something to be excited about. Do you have any idea about what you want to do?”

Jack had begged you to come and get him tomorrow to make up for not taking him to the basketball game with him and as much as you felt that he was going to go back on his word, but you were willing to give him another chance. But the chances were slowly running out.

“No, I’m just sleepy.”

“Okay, let’s get tucked in so we can sleep.”

Once you had gotten Ace settled, you went into your room and logged onto your banking app to see that Jack in fact did send you the money to pay for daycare and you let out a sigh of relief that you didn’t realize that you had been holding. 

Ten minutes later, you got a text from him.

Jack- I’ll come and get him tomorrow. Be there around nine. 

Hopefully this was a way for him to redeem himself for not showing up the other day and prayed that he would follow through. 

You were tired of seeing your child disappointed. 

The next morning after getting Ace ready, Clay came to get him and you would say that you were surprised that it wasn’t Jack, but that would be a lie. Ace was still excited to see Clay, so the last thing you wanted to do was upset him. You got to have a full day to yourself which you hadn’t had in a while.

Your time was spent going to the mall, seeing a movie, and even going to your favorite restaurant by yourself.

You made sure to soak this all in because you didn’t know the next time that you would be able to get another opportunity to do this and spend your time and money on yourself.

It was around 5 PM when Clay dropped off Ace who you could tell was still on a sugar high since he was running around the apartment and not able to keep still for three minutes when you got on the topic of Clay’s brother since you knew that it was inevitable. 

"Clay, I have given him chance after chance to do right by him and he literally disappoints me and him every time." 

"I know and I'm…."

"No. Do not apologize for him. If he could have just seen his face when he promised to come and get him to go to the game with all of you and to have a cooking date and he didn't show. Like my baby was bawling with tears running down his face and asked me does daddy even love me? Clay my heart can't take too much more of this. This has been going on for way longer than it should have. My son is my entire world and he deserves a father in his life that wants to be consistent and be there for him. I don't think Jack will ever get there." 

"So I guess I shouldn't tell you that he still hasn't told our parents about you or Ace?" Clay asked while scratching the back of his neck.

You then looked at Clay in disbelief as Ace came up on your left side and lifted his hands up to indicate he wanted to be picked up by you or his uncle and Clay quickly did. 

"Your brother is just full of surprises isn't he? You're more of a father to him than he is."

"Reality hasn't hit him yet."

"It doesn't take three years. It's just crazy how you were the only one who welcomed him with open arms, but then again you had already saw the DNA results so you had no choice but to believe me. I guess Jack never thought in his wildest dreams he would sleep with a cam girl and end up with a kid."

Just then your phone went off indicating a text from the man of the hour.

Jack- Y/N, I know you're mad at me but I promise to get him next time.

You- Don't even worry about it. Once again your little brother is stepping up and doing what you should have done. So much that he actually called him dad the other day. Think about that.

You saw Jack would start texting and then stop indicating that he didn't have a good comeback for that one.

How could he?

It had been a quick slip up a few weeks ago by Ace, but Clay simply brushed it off and thought nothing of it. You remembered him saying to Ace, ‘Well we do look alike, don’t we?’ And he quickly agreed.

And just then your phone went off indicating Jack was calling you.

"What?" You asked as you rolled your eyes.

"I'll be outside in 20 minutes and I want to see my son."

Once you hung up, Clay turned to you and asked you what he said.

“He said that he wants to see him, but my thing is that if you really did want to see him then you would have gotten him earlier. The last thing he better do when he comes in here is make a scene.”

Twenty minutes didn’t even pass before you heard knocking on the front door and you immediately rolled your eyes before getting up to answer it.

Once you did, Jack was clearly annoyed and was looking right past you to see where Ace was.

“Where’s my son?”

“Oh, so now he’s your son? Are there certain days of the week that you claim him or?”

“Y/N, I’m not doing this with you right now, where is Ace?”

“He’s with your brother in the kitchen if you must know and you better not go in there and make him upset.”

“Now, why would I make him upset?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. Since all he knows you’re good for is disappointing him.”

Jack didn’t even bother to respond as he walked past you to come face to face with Clay playing with Ace.

Once Ace saw him, he quickly ran to hide behind Clay.

“Bubs, it’s me, daddy. No reason to be scared.”

All Ace did was peek out behind Clay’s leg who was trying to also tell him that it was okay.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t come and get you today, but I promise that I will next time.”

This led to Ace shaking his head no and holding onto Clay’s leg tighter.

“Ace, what’s the matter?” Jack asked seeing as Ace had never acted this way towards him before.

“Daddy, you forgot about me….. Again.”

“I… I didn’t forget. Daddy’s just been really busy, but I’m here now.”

“Maybe if you actually showed up when you were supposed to this wouldn’t be happening.” Clay snapped at Jack as Ace quickly ran to you and you picked him up as he hid in the crook of your neck.

“Clay, I already get it enough from Y/N, I don’t need to hear it from you too.”

“Well obviously you do, because hearing it from one person obviously isn’t enough! Now, why is your kid calling me daddy? Oh, right. Because his real dad actually ignores him.” Clay said while raising his voice at his older brother.

“I DON’T IGNORE MY SON!”

“WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU ACTUALLY SPENT TIME WITH HIM? I’VE SEEN HIM MORE TIMES SINCE HE’S BEEN ALIVE THAN YOU HAVE!”

At their heated exchange, Ace began to cry and you knew that you needed to put a stop to this immediately.

“Okay, you two, we’re done. Jack, get out.”

“If I leave, I’m taking Ace with me.”

“You are not taking MY son anywhere. Can’t you see how upset you made him? And I told you once you step foot in here not to upset him and you did the exact opposite. Just leave. You've done enough.”

Jack had let out a frustrated sigh as he was contemplating his next move. He stepped towards you, but was immediately blocked by Clay stepping in front of you.

“Just do what she asked you to do and leave.”

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[liefst]

i talked to K about how having pcos will make it difficult for me to get pregnant and how they say that the sooner you begin the process of trying to get pregnant the better your chances are, and that there's a lot they can do to help but that i've always wanted to get started rather sooner than later for my own peace of mind, so that i know that at least i did not miss my opportunity because i waited too long. and he asked me when i would be ready to start trying and i said actually whenever, and he said well if you want to start trying in half a year or so that is fine with me :-) -> !!!!!!!!!

[whydontyousaeso]

“Bunny”

Drew McIntyre x fem!reader

Type- Angst to fluff

Warnings- pregnancy, mentions of previous miscarriages, mentions of difficulties of being able to conceive (not proofread)

A/n- hiii! So im not gonna lie, this one is personal for me. As someone who suffers from pcos and just having extremely small chances of having children, I wanted to make something for my other girlies who might be going through the same thing. I hope you guys like this, and be ready for my next posts! Love you!

Tag list: @alyyaanna @queencherryberry @new-zealand-chic @slutfortheeclaymore @codyswhitebelt @lizzyd1ish @southerngirl41

You mumbled under your breath as the last stitch fought with you, not going into the yarn.

You had recently took up crocheting, especially with drew on the road.

It had taken a moment, but you had made a little bunny with fluffy yarn, it was adorable.

“What did ya make dear?”

You heard your husband come up behind you, feeling him wrap his arms around your smaller frame.

“I made a little bunny, isn’t it just adorable?”

“It is, your talent never fails to amaze me.”

You chuckled and turned around, kissing his cheek.

“You gonna give it to someone?”

“Nah, I think I’m gonna wait a bit. After all, you don’t exactly know what the future holds for us”

It aggravated you whenever it seemed like your own family didn’t even understand you.

“When are you gonna have kids?”

They always asked it at family gatherings

In reality you didn’t even know if you could.

You had been born with a disorder that made it extremely hard, if not impossible, to conceive.

And every time you had hope it never made it past the second month

The odds were never in your favor.

But every time they asked, you just smiled and said

“You know, when we finally get the chance and settle down a bit.”

You knew that was a lie, so did Drew.

But he loved you regardless.

He would always comfort you afterwards, throwing out adoption if you truly weren’t able to.

He tried his best, and you loved him as much as he loved you.

You stared at the positive test in your hands.

Instead of joy, you felt fear.

Very true fear.

You never had a positive, and when you did it never ended well.

You had been sick for the last couple weeks, and you also missed your period when you were supposed to have it.

You were actually terrified.

Lucky for you Drew was busy today so he wouldn’t be asking a lot of questions until after the doctors appointment.

Which was just as dreaded.

And when you got there they just confirmed it all.

“Congrats Mrs Y/n! You are pregnant!”

They gave you some vitamins and told you to come back in a month to check up.

That would either be the worst or the best appointment of the entire process.

You didn’t want to tell Drew, not because of how he would act, but because you didn’t want to get his hopes up like before.

He was absolutely crushed every time.

You wouldn’t have that again until you knew for sure.

The day of the doctors appointment had you in shambles prior.

You were so nervous, it was gonna kill you.

They asked all the normal checkup questions, asked a few extra, and then it was time for the final procedure.

The ultrasound was always where it went downhill for you.

You watched the doctors reaction as she moved the wand over your stomach.

“There it is!”

She stopped the screen and turned it around, showing you the picture of the little baby in your stomach.

“The heartbeat sounds extremely strong, and when your bloodwork comes back we will be able to tell you nothing is wrong, once again, congrats y/n!”

It felt like in that moment you were able to breathe again.

You were so relieved, you were just gonna have to tell Drew now.

You sat on your bed, holding the bunny you had made and thinking.

This would finally be used.

You heard the door opened.

“What are you doing darling?”

He came over and sat down next to you, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

You really didn’t know how to say it.

“Drew I uh, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it dear?”

You paused, looking at the little envelope on your table.

The one that held the ultrasound picture.

“Drew I’m pregnant again. And this time it made it past the second month mark.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded and got up, walking to grab the envelope and handing it to him.

You watched him open the envelope with shaky hands and look at the photos.

“So..there’s a chance?”

“They said there was an extremely high chance that I carry to term because everything seems fine.”

He stared at them a bit longer before finally smiling and looking up at you.

He stood up and pulled you close, embracing you with his broad figure.

“I love you so much baby girl, I’m so excited you don’t understand”

You felt yourself tear up and held him closer.

You were nervous, but you knew with him it would be okay, no matter what happened.

You sat in the nursery, rocking back and forth with your daughter in your arms.

You had little complications with your pregnancy, thank god.

“There’s my two favorite girls”

You looked up and saw Drew walking in, holding the bunny you made a year prior.

Your daughter was awake, she looked perfect to you.

She looked too much like her father, you loved it.

He put a hand on your back, leaning down to come into view for your daughter to see.

You smiled as he cooed at her, making her smile and laugh at him.

He held out the bunny, letting her tiny hands try to grab the larger toy.

“I love you Drew”

“I love you too baby girl, can I hold her?”

You mumbled a small “of course” and handed her over, watching him.

It amazed you on how such a huge giant could be so gentle with such a fragile little thing.

He could only do it to two people though,

You and her.

You loved his gentleness.

She loved it too.

Despite looking like her dad, she was just like her momma.

It was the perfect balance really.

You watched them two play together.

Drew was play wrestling with her, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

You loved the way she laughed and squealed with him.

You held her bunny in your arms, the bunny had been there her entire life.

She adored it.

You chuckled and watched her make him “tap out”, ultimately winning the match they had going on.

“Alright you two, let’s go eat dinner outside, it’s nice and warm and I’ve got some fresh fruit and veggies.”

You watched her scramble up and giggle as she ran outside, leaving you and Drew together.

“She takes after you too much”

“Not at all, after all, that’s not a bad thing.”

“No, it’s not a bad thing at all.”

You reached up and kissed his cheek, wrapping your arm in his.

You liked this life.

[avalentina]

A Family That Just Can't Be

Image is not mine.

Word Count: 596

Warning- This one gets personal. I recently found out that I have PCOS, for those of you that don't know what it is, it's Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, it means there are a bunch of little cysts in my ovaries that cause a buildup of blood. (I was bleeding for almost 6 consecutive weeks). 70-80% of women with PCOS can not get pregnant. So I wanted to write a little blurb about it. I hope y'all enjoy. (Personally, I'm just happy to not be constantly bleeding anymore)

You may shed tears, don't worry, it is a totally normal reaction to denying our beloved Harry the family he so deserves, even when it is out of both of their control.

Now, to the blurb:

"Y/N, I'm home." Harry sings as he walks into his London mansion. When he doesn't get a response, he starts to get a little bit worried.

"Y/N? Darling? Love?" He asks into every room he checks. Finally he pokes his head into a pastel coral painted room, the room the two had decided would someday be their nursery.

Sitting on the plush white rug was his beautiful wife, "Y/N?" He asked. She was staring out the window, but her mind was lost in space after hours of crying. Which H noticed once he sat down next to her and turned her head so he could kiss her.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, she winced at the pet name and curled further into herself.

"Love, you're scaring me." H said.

"H, I can't be here anymore." She finally croaked out. "I can't do this." She added before getting up. She wanted to burn this entire room, the room they had been trying for nearly a year to fill.

"I caved H, I caved and went to my OBGYN today. It's never going to happen for us."

"GOD, I'M SUCH A FUCKING FAILURE!" She screamed and punched the wall.

"Woah. Woah woah woah. Sshhh, everything's going to be alright." H cooed and she whipped on him.

"NO, EVERYTHING WILL NOT BE ALRIGHT H."

"Hey, we just have to keep trying, it'll happen for us someday."

"OH MY GOD H, DON'T YOU GET IT, IT WON'T! It won't ever happen for us H, it won't happen because I can't, I can't get pregnant H, I'm infertile." She yelled but her yells became sobs. Harry was speechless, he felt his own knees go weak.

Sitting them back down on the floor, this time with her in his lap, he just held her, wanting to give her every ounce of strength he had. He could feel how broken she felt.

"I have PCOS, Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, which basically just means that my ovaries are full of tiny little cysts that won't let anything through. I can ovulate, albeit not for long, and not as often, you can come inside of me as many times as you want, but no matter what, your sperm will never touch my eggs, let alone latch onto one.

"There are other options, love." He whispered.

"Except those other options don't involve me having our child growing inside me."

"Listen love, I love you. Yes we wanted a family, I wanted to be a dad and teach our kids how to dance, and take them on trips all over the world, change all of their stinky diapers, drop them off to school on their first day, and watch your belly grow with a life the two of us created. But as long as I have you, I will always be the happiest man alive."

For the rest of the afternoon, the two sat there, mourning the loss of the family they never got the chance to have.

Sorry for the tear-jerker.

-Ava

[skincareroutine]

ozempic ads r crazy i saw one while driving across a bridge. n it was just big font "ozempic ask your doctor" i need to know what the long term side effects are. it started as a diabetes med then it was like oh its good for women w pcos then it was like woops u have a higher chance of getting pregnant. then it's also like weight loss! because it fills ur stomach with AIR so that u feel full faster BUT when u go off ozempic you gain the weight back also u lose the spark in ur eyes. guys i swear some dystopian post-ozempic future is calling us and humans are gonna have like milipedearms or smthn for it

[defilerwyrm]

Thank you for posting so authentically and tbh poetically about your transition. I was wondering if you have any gems of wisdom to share about your total hysto.. I was born with a malformed uterus (it is bicornuate) I've always had problems from it and I just want it gone. How was the process? And healing? How has the removal affected you in the years after? I appreciate you bro.

Heya, first off, sorry for taking so long to reply, and thank you! It’s been really rewarding to get to share my experience with others, answer questions, and hopefully dispel some myths. Bottom surgeries for trans men & trans mascs are too often maligned or erased and I’m grateful for the opportunity to fight against that with facts and experience.

The process was kind of funny. The admission and all such were your typical surgery stuff. They kept me overnight in the hospital pumping me full of saline with two jolly nurses watching over me. More or less every hour I woke up needing to piss like a racehorse, and the nurses would gently make fun of my woozy attempts to get up in these marvelous Georgia accents while helping me do so and disconnecting me from the drip, and I’d shuffle off to pee like half a liter (like…literally). This pattern continued until I was able to pass a certain threshold of how much I peed at one time. The purpose of this was to make sure my bladder was working correctly. After that, they let me sleep a bit and then I was released.

Before the surgery I had asked my surgeon if I could see the parts she was taking out, so she took photos for me of my insides during surgery and the whole kit & caboodle after it was removed, and printed them out on nice glossy paper for me. I was frankly astounded by how tiny the uterus actually is. Diagrams make it look like it’s the size of both hands put together or something but it would have easily fit in the palm of one! Also my liver is kinda cute. I still want to frame those photos.

I went home and mostly slept in a recliner a lot for the first couple of weeks. I wore sweatpants and kept an ice buddy (a penguin full of rice my friends got me) on my belly much of the time. I am pretty good at staying ahead of the pain with my meds without taking it more frequently than is safe, so I was only really a little sore and very, very sleepy. Bathing was a matter of wet wipes and dry shampoo for a while. I think I was off work for somewhere between four and eight weeks, and once I was past the first two or so, I spent a lot of time still in the recliner with the ice buddy, but this time binge-watching Critical Role and playing Stardew Valley. My cats stayed as close to me as they could the whole time. I think 4 weeks after the fact I was more or less fine.

Shortly after my spay, I started having hot flashes: since mine was a total hysterectomy (they removed the uterus, both ovaries—which, sure enough, turned out to be absolutely riddled with cysts—and the cervix), my estrogen level went from low to fuck-all, so I basically went through Menopause Lite. The hot flashes weren’t miserable. They were just stretches of time when I looked around and went “Is it just me or is it hot in here all of a sudden? Is the A/C on?” and it was, in fact, just me. Those came and went for maybe 3 months.

(A note for cis women and for trans/nb guys who aren’t on T: I attribute the mildness of my menopause symptoms to the fact that PCOS and HRT were already suppressing my estrogen production. If you have “normal” estrogen levels, there is a non-zero chance that yours will be worse. Ask your doctor for more info about this. If you don’t have your ovaries removed, you won’t go through this in the first place.)

Obviously I am now forever free of the misery of menstruation and the unacceptable risk of becoming pregnant. Both of those things are extremely awesome and I love them forever. Being sterile fucking rules! I’ve wanted this since I was 6 years old and no one can ever take it away from me! \:D/

This last section is about peeing so it goes under a cut!

The one and only downside is that I need to pee, like, all the time. Granted, the fact that I drink about a gallon of water every day does have a lot to do with that. But I’ve found that the sensation of needing to piss urgently comes a lot sooner than it used to. On a normal day, with me sitting here guzzling sweet, unchlorinated, high-quality well water all the time, I have to hit the head every 1-2 hours. If I stop drinking liquids about an hour or two before a road trip I can make a 3-hour drive without needing a pit stop. I asked my mom and a friend, both of whom have also had hysterectomies, if they go through this too, and they confirmed that yeah they do need to pee a lot more frequently than before the surgery. Just, y’know, not as often as I do because they’re not drinking 3-5 L of water daily.

The upside to THAT, actually, is if I need to wake up early, I can just drink a glass of water before going to sleep and I am guaranteed an early wake-up. I am an extremely deep sleeper, much to my own detriment—except where my bladder is concerned.

An odd little thing I’ve found, since my uterus is no longer helping to control where my bladder sits in my torso, is that how I urinate is a little different. Before, it was just the normal muscle movements I’d been doing all my life. Now, I find that urine comes in “waves”: it starts out normal, but then—it’s hard to explain, but I use a slightly different sort of muscle movement, a Kegel type thing, to…it feels like repositioning my bladder a little(???), and then I can feel the rest of the urine pouring down to my ureter, and then it’s normal pissing again. I mean…I’m just guessing at what’s actually going on in there based on what I can feel happening, so I could be off, who knows. It’s a little strange, but it’s not at all painful or anything, it’s just a neutral thing.

I very strongly recommend starting Kegel exercises as soon as you can if you plan on getting a hysterectomy, if you’re not doing them already. These can go a long way to making sure you don’t have problems with incontinence afterward. They were a standard part of my daily life for quite a few years leading up to my spay and so far so good.

[lifblogs]

I pretty much never talk about this, but I feel like it's obvious I'm pro-choice. But I see so many people trying to sway others to be pro-choice by talking about what happens after the baby is born, and not at all what pregnancy or labor is like. I don't personally know what labor is like, but I do have a great interest in pregnancy for various reasons (1) I was pregnant once, and 2) I would like to be pregnant again and to have my own baby).

But seriously, carrying a baby is a lot. And no one seems to talk about it! There are lots of changes to your body, some permanent, like stretch marks, and I know those aren't always wanted (thought they should be normalized). But even in just the first trimester you get morning sickness (which is no fucking joke, I couldn't get out of bed pretty much every morning until I had some ginger ale, and even after that you can still get sick [I almost threw up in my mom's boyfriend's bathroom while helping out with stuff]), you might start disliking some of your favorite foods (which is upsetting), and your breasts might start to hurt (who wants that, right?).

This one woman I follow on TikTok got six cavities with her first pregnancy, and not just had her perineum torn while giving birth, but got two hernias and had to get surgery. And this was for a baby she wanted.

And then there's c-sections! That would be incredibly stressful, and that can leave scarring. They're only used in emergency situations, and I'm sure no one wants that.

But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. Later in pregnancy you can get a compressed nerve and not feel part of one or both of your thighs because of the weight of the baby against the nerve, you can get sick from being pregnant and need to be hospitalized long before the baby will come. (And what about twins? They are almost always premature, and carrying them is usually more tricky.) And just, let me tell you, the bladder issues because of the weight of the baby? Probably not fun. Peeing yourself in public is mortifying. I also want to add that when your milk comes in there are chances for mastitis and because of a stupid med I was on I know now that mastitis is painful and can make you feel pretty sick.

Now a lot of this is thinking about the baby going to full term. But what about miscarriages, and the baby dying or something going wrong with the baby and you have to have an induced labor to get it out of you. All of that is painful in multiple ways. But saying someone should remain pregnant literally does not even take miscarriages and complications into account. I had a miscarriage during the first trimester, and it physically hurt so much and made me feel so sick. If you get normal periods (meaning if you don't have endometriosis, PCOS, fibromyalgia, etc.), think of your worst period and then multiply it by maybe 5.

There are so many complications that can happen from conception to birth, and fucking anti-choicers don't have the grace to consider that, and they don't have the grace to consider how hard a normal pregnancy is.

Pregnancy is not easy, and there's a reason I'm working on healing my body before I want to try and get pregnant again. We should not be forcing people to go through all this hardship.

[800-dick-pics]

seeing posts dismissing the fertility/body awareness method for not getting pregnant and its like........its actually something you need to learn and plan for not something you can just pick up. The reason birth control and condoms are so effective are bc they cut down on human mistakes/error. With FAM you need to track 2-3 different things almost daily to know when you absolutely need to use a condom to prevent conception and days where it is fine to not use a condom bc youre nowhere near ovulation.

yes use condoms and birth control if you WANT TO, but if you dont want to use condoms or birth control INVEST in to the fertility awareness method, and i really mean mentally and physically invest into the system.

Fertility/body awareness is a TOOL! for you to not get pregnant or for you to increase your chances of getting pregnant, for you to track your cycles, or pcos, or transition into menopause, or to see if youve/about to miscarry

Being in the birth work field has opened my whole brain to things most ppl dont know of, and most people dont know the hows or whys behind fertility/body awareness. Its ok if you personally dont trust something you dont understand, or feel like it wouldn't work for your health. But truly FAM is a huge topic and you should be educated on what it is before discounting the science behind a certain contraceptive method.

[gardenianoire]

before I start earnestly husband/wife hunting I have to answer a few questions about myself

do I actually want to raise a child

would I be able to give birth/is that something I want. I do not want to be 5 months pregnant finding out surprises about the pregnancy and birth process

how would pcos and age (I won't be grtting pregnant until I'm at least 35 possibly older) effect my chances of getting pregnant in the first place

what qould the division of labor look like in my house? I plan to continue working but I whoever I marry will more than likely be the breadwinner what's a fair split

is it realistic for me to expect a marriage given my mental health issues and how can I be good wife will managing symptoms

what would the adoption process potentially look like if I can't have a natural birth child/if I decide to adopt additional children

is this a career I'll want to stick to for the rest of my working life

how important is a wedding for me would I be okay with a quick lunch break courthouse ceremony or do we want to go more elaborate

is it a wise idea to raise children in new orleans or should I consider laying down roots in a difference city/country (lbr if I leave nola I'm skipping the country)

[couch-sociologist]

so, something i hate the most about my PCOS is how in denial my own mother is about it.

she keeps telling me how i would be a wonderful mother and will surely birth her grandchildren to take care of.

i dont have the heart to tell you how low my chances of getting pregnant with a healthy baby are, but im sick of feeling like a disfunctual disgrace to the family.

the thing is, she has a mild form of PCOS (if i can say that) and she has got three more or less healthy children. she says her periods would also not arrive if she was ever stressed with exams in college.

but what i have is different, i can miss periods for up to a year and they are always a random painful bunch.

i have tried hormones before and sure i get periods while im on them but i cant take them all my life, besides the side effects are literally killing me.

and i dont even want children, maybe i have internalized the fact that i cant have them, but honestly i dont need another thing getting on my nerves.

[johnpeelsession]

This might be the lesbian with pcos in me but the only thing I didn't like abt the barbie movie was the emphasis on motherhood like yeaH I get that was relevant to the plot/the point but oh my god I will never understand why everyones so obsessed with pregnancy and motherhood. It's impossible but if there was ever chance of me being pregnant I'd kill myself

[kkmedicalcentre]

Is polycystic ovary syndrome a lifelong illness or condition?

The hormone imbalance of PCOS and the symptoms it causes persist throughout life. Menstruation may become more regular as we approach menopause, although this varies from person to person. Regular medical care and examinations are essential for women with PCOS as they age, since the risk of cardiovascular disease and diabetes rises with age, even in women who do not have PCOS. Getting an appointment and treatment with a gynecologist will improve your chances of getting the most up-to-date therapy, which may help lower your risk of developing additional health issues and increase the chance of getting pregnant even if you have PCOS.

For further information, consult Dr. Kausha Shah one of the best Gynecologist in Dahisar

[sankalphospital]

Is polycystic ovary syndrome a lifelong illness or condition?

The hormone imbalance of PCOS and the symptoms it causes persist throughout life. Menstruation may become more regular as we approach menopause, although this varies from person to person. Regular medical care and examinations are essential for women with PCOS as they age, since the risk of cardiovascular disease and diabetes rises with age, even in women who do not have PCOS. Getting an appointment and treatment with a gynecologist will improve your chances of getting the most up-to-date therapy, which may help lower your risk of developing additional health issues and increase the chance of getting pregnant even if you have PCOS.

For more information, consult Dr. Shuchi Doshi one of the best Gynecologist in Vadodara

[drarohitasgaonkar]

What are a few tips to increase the chance of pregnancy?

You Should Try To Be As Healthy As Possible Before Trying To Get Pregnant. Make Sure You're Having Intercourse During Your Fertile Window, Which Is Approximately Seven Days Of Your Cycle. This is the time between when you ovulate and your period, which is around two weeks before your period. Luteinizing Hormone (LH), which spikes just before ovulation, is detected using Ovulation Predictor Kits. A small weight loss may sometimes result in more regular ovulation, which increases the chances of pregnancy for women with PCOS who are overweight or obese.

Women planning to get pregnant should have a preconception health check with their doctor to get the best advice and support.

If you have queries related to pregnancy, Consult Dr. Arohi Tasgaonkar one of the best Gynecologist in Thane.

[pcosdiva123]

How Long Will It Take Me to Get Pregnant If I Have PCOS?

Polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) is a common condition affecting many women of reproductive age. One of the significant concerns for those with PCOS is fertility. Understanding how long it might take to conceive with PCOS can be complex, as it varies from person to person.

PCOS often causes irregular menstrual cycles and an imbalance in hormones, which can disrupt ovulation. This irregular ovulation is a primary reason why getting pregnant can be challenging. Women with PCOS might not ovulate every month, making it harder to predict when they are most fertile.

However, having PCOS doesn’t mean pregnancy is impossible. Many women with PCOS conceive with or without medical intervention. The time it takes to get pregnant can depend on several factors, including the severity of PCOS symptoms, age, lifestyle, and overall health.

For some women, making lifestyle changes such as maintaining a healthy weight, eating a balanced diet, and exercising regularly can help regulate menstrual cycles and improve fertility. Weight management can be particularly beneficial, as even a modest reduction in weight can sometimes restore ovulation and increase the chances of conception.

Medical treatments are also available to help manage PCOS and improve fertility. Medications like Clomid (clomiphene citrate) can stimulate ovulation, and other drugs like metformin can help manage insulin levels and support ovulation. In some cases, more advanced treatments such as intrauterine insemination (IUI) or in vitro fertilization (IVF) might be considered.

The time to conceive with PCOS can also depend on how well these treatments are tailored to individual needs. While some women with PCOS may become pregnant within a few months of trying, others might take longer. On average, it can take up to a year for women with PCOS to conceive, but this varies widely.

If you’ve been trying to conceive for over a year without success, it’s advisable to consult a fertility specialist. They can provide personalized advice and treatment options based on your specific situation.

Ultimately, patience and persistence are key. Many women with PCOS do achieve pregnancy, and advancements in treatment continue to improve the chances of conception. It’s essential to stay informed and work closely with your healthcare provider to navigate your journey to parenthood.