#dua for birth of son

[cmvlfoy]

[ character bio - Cassie Malfoy;  the most dangerous woman of all is the one who refuses to rely on your sword to save her because she carries one of her own. ]

Character Basics

Character’s full name: Cassiopeia Narcissa Malfoy Meaning of name: Cassiopeia; queen in Greek mythology, she who chooses to excel.  Character’s nickname: Cass, Cassie Birth date: September 13th, 2004 Age: 27 Zodiac: Virgo

Nationality / Species: English, French, witch Languages Spoken: English, French Orientation: heterosexual Blood Status: pure-blood Army Affiliation: The Resistance

Physical appearance

Height: 5′1 Body build: petite Eye color: green Hair color: blonde Type of hair: extremely curly Glasses or contacts: Face claim: Aly Michalka  Distinguishing marks:  Predominant features: her light blonde curls Tattoos: Voice / Accent: posh, upper-class Usual fashion of dress: girly; lots of pink and glitter

Personality

Good personality traits: calm, compassionate, independent, intelligent, poised. Bad personality traits: brash, cunning, obsessive, over-critical, reserved. Personality Type: INTJ, “the Architect;” introverted, creative, love perfection. Character Label: The Queen Bee Patronus: Albino Peacock What would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil: she’s always been terrified she’ll carry her mother’s blood curse, or that it’ll pass down to one of her kids If granted one wish, it would be: to erase her mother’s blood curse Character’s soft spot: her boyfriend, even when he’s annoying her Is this soft spot obvious to others: extremely Etc.: she has an obsessive personality and hyper-focuses on things

Eight Song Playlist

Kings & Queens; Ava Max Paris; Taylor Swift 7 rings; Ariana Grande Future Nostalgia; Dua Lipa Joan of Arc on the Dance Floor; Aly & AJ Lavender Haze; Taylor Swift Salute; Little Mix Break Free; Ariana Grande

Past

Hometown: Wiltshire, England Childhood: grew up in Malfoy Manor, sheltered from the public’s view of her family Dream job: healer Education: Hogwarts House: Slytherin 

Present

Current location: muggle London, England Currently living with: her boyfriend and two children Pets: Daisy; golden retriever puppy. Occupation: potions professor at Hogwarts

Family

Boyfriend: Hugo Weasley Daughter: Ilsa Rosalie Malfoy-Weasley Son: Lucien Pascal Malfoy-Weasley Mother: Astoria Greengrass Relationship: she was close to her mother, but it became strained after the divorce. Father: Draco Malfoy  Relationship: she has a strong relationship with her father and is very close to him. she’s always taken more after Draco in personality and how she acts. Twin: Scorpius Malfoy Relationship: she’s got a good relationship with her twin brother. Brother: Dylan Parkinson Relationship: he’s not her brother by blood, but due to the close relationship their parents had, they grew up like siblings and remained as close. Maternal Grandparents: Alden and Veda Greengrass Relationship: she has a positive relationship with them, but not terribly close. Paternal Grandparents: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy Relationship: she’s very close to them both. Other important family members: Andromeda Tonks (grand-aunt), Daphne Greengrass (aunt), Teddy Lupin Potter (cousin), Iris Potter (cousin.)

Favorites

Color: pink Least favorite color: grey, black, anything dark Music: muggle pop, classical Food: Italian, she’s not picky as long as it’s vegetarian Literature: romance, historical fiction

Habits

Musical instrument: piano Sport: she played quidditch in school and did ballet when she was younger Spending habits: probably has a clothes addiction Smokes: no. Drinks: an occasional glass of wine, but nothing ever more than that Other drugs: no Extremely skilled at: flying, potions, horseback riding, fashion Extremely unskilled at: baking and cooking Nervous tics: she starts obsessively organizing things

Traits

Optimist or pessimist: depends, can be extremely pessimistic if she’s in the mood Introvert or extrovert: introvert Daredevil or cautious: cautious Logical or emotional: logical Disorderly or methodical: methodical Prefers working or relaxing: working Confident or unsure of himself: confident Animal lover: yes, in moderation

Relationships with others

Love interest: Hugo Weasley Best friends: Marcie Graves-Weasley, Dylan Parkinson, Lily Potter Close friends: Rose Weasley Exes: Alec Carlyle; Ilsa’s birth father. the relationship was extremely toxic and from a family with strong Death Eater ties. Cassie ended it before she found out she was pregnant. She never told him about Ilsa and Hugo adopted her.

Short Bio

To say that Cassie was sheltered growing up would be putting it lightly. Her father was fiercely protective, due to their family’s past, but she didn’t know why. She learned why Draco kept them sheltered right before they went to Hogwarts. Her grandfather’s past hit her the most since she’d always been close to Lucius. Cassie was also Draco’s shadow. She didn’t like either of her parents being disappointed in her, but it was taken to an entirely new level when it was her father. After her parents divorced, she latched more onto him. At school, she was unsurprisingly sorted into Slytherin. She excelled in her classes and played seeker, like Draco. She doesn’t much believe in blood purity and kept away from anything Dark Arts related because she didn’t want to interfere with the work her family had done to clear the Malfoy name.

[littlemissclandestine]

Help my baby please

🍉I am Hala, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza Strip 😭😭. I fled the war with my husband to Egypt..

The story began on March 21, 2024 when my beautiful child was born.. He was a wonderful and special child.. Suddenly, a week after his birth, my child Abdul Aziz's belly swelled up a lot and I visited several doctors without discovering the reason.. After another week of the child's suffering, I took him to a specialized hospital and the doctors there discovered a blockage in Abdul Aziz's colon that prevented him from excreting stool.. It was decided to perform a surgical operation consisting of an opening in Abdul Aziz's belly to temporarily remove stool from his intestines until the affected part of the colon was removed in another complex surgical operation that cost thousands of dollars..😭😭

I am speaking to you now with great sadness about my child's condition and I ask you to help me and donate to me to collect the costs of the operation within a month from now.

I appeal to everyone who can donate any amount, no matter how small, because it will save my child and give us hope.

Please don't leave my son alone to suffer and struggle in these difficult days alone.. You can support my campaign by donating what you can or share my posts to reach others who can help us by raising the cost of the surgery you are helping in the life of an innocent child with your small contribution. ❤❤🍉🍉

Every donation makes a difference in his very difficult life

Dear Hala,

I am incredibly sorry to hear about your situation. I hope and pray that things get better for your son and the rest of your family. Keeping you and your family in my duas. Palestine will be free 🍉💜💜

Guys, if you can spare some money, any at all, please donate. €2,205 raised of €5,000 so far.

Go Fund Me: https://www.gofundme.com/f/q8q8ya-donate-for-my-baby-please

[starversed]

Help my baby please

🍉I am Hala, a Palestinian from the besieged and destroyed Gaza Strip 😭😭. I fled the war with my husband to Egypt..

The story began on March 21, 2024 when my beautiful child was born.. He was a wonderful and special child.. Suddenly, a week after his birth, my child Abdul Aziz's belly swelled up a lot and I visited several doctors without discovering the reason.. After another week of the child's suffering, I took him to a specialized hospital and the doctors there discovered a blockage in Abdul Aziz's colon that prevented him from excreting stool.. It was decided to perform a surgical operation consisting of an opening in Abdul Aziz's belly to temporarily remove stool from his intestines until the affected part of the colon was removed in another complex surgical operation that cost thousands of dollars..😭😭

I am speaking to you now with great sadness about my child's condition and I ask you to help me and donate to me to collect the costs of the operation within a month from now.

I appeal to everyone who can donate any amount, no matter how small, because it will save my child and give us hope.

Please don't leave my son alone to suffer and struggle in these difficult days alone.. You can support my campaign by donating what you can or share my posts to reach others who can help us by raising the cost of the surgery you are helping in the life of an innocent child with your small contribution. ❤❤🍉🍉

Every donation makes a difference in his very difficult life

Making dua for your baby to be healthy and for you to get the funds you need, as well as for you and your loved ones to be granted safety and security and the best in this world and the next, ameen,

€156 raised of €5,000 goal

(not yet vetted but i’m not risking a child’s wellbeing because of skepticism. donate what you safely can)

[mediamonarchy]

https://mediamonarchy.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/03/20240315_MorningMonarchy.mp3 Download MP3 When I see you smile, walking to award shows and Toriyama draws Goku + this day in history w/Caesar’s ‘Crowded’ assassination and our song of the day by Dominic Frisby on your #MorningMonarchy for March 15, 2024. Notes/Links: New World Next Week Stickers https://newworldnextweek.com/products/new-world-next-week-stickers Video: Richard Simmons Exposes Howard Stern in New Statement! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-i9kuxn88Uc 18-year-old becomes youngest British F1 driver in history https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/formula1/68513354 NIL in the Crosshairs As Debate Takes Over D.C. https://frontofficesports.com/nil-in-the-crosshairs-as-debate-takes-over-d-c/ Taxpayer-funded, (Cosby Alma Mater) Temple University, accused of match-fixing https://www.nbcnews.com/business/business-news/temple-university-mens-basketball-gambling-match-fixing-rcna142532 Deadspin has been Sold to a European Firm, and Every Employee has been Fired and Terminated https://x.com/rawsalerts/status/1767258073528144051 Update: “Shannon Armenta posted on Facebook that her son is Native American himself as well as his grandfather, who is serving on the Santa Ynez Band of Chumash Indians” https://www.newsnationnow.com/race-in-america/kansas-city-chiefs-fan-deadspin-defamation-lawsuit/ Aaron Rodgers responds to claims he is a Sandy Hook conspiracy theorist https://nypost.com/2024/03/14/sports/aaron-rodgers-responds-to-claims-he-is-a-sandy-hook-conspiracy-theorist/ Video: Aaron Rodgers Denies Making Sandy Hook Claims (Audio) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRQ9St88IcM Dua Lipa, Coldplay and SZA to headline Glastonbury https://www.theguardian.com/music/2024/mar/14/2024-glastonbury-festival-lineup-dua-lipa-coldplay-sza-shania-twain All Irish bands have now cancelled their official SXSW performances https://nialler9.com/all-irish-bands-have-now-cancelled-their-official-sxsw-performances/ 80 bands pull out of South by Southwest in protest of Austin festival’s Israel ties https://www.timesofisrael.com/over-80-bands-pull-out-of-south-by-southwest-in-protest-of-festivals-israel-ties/ ‘Ladies & Gentlemen, We Are *NSYNC’: Inside Justin Timberlake’s Historic One-Night-Only LA Concert https://www.billboard.com/lists/nsync-reunion-justin-timberlake-la-concert-recap-wiltern/ London’s O2 Academy Brixton to Reopen in April, More Than a Year After Deadly Crowd Crush https://www.billboard.com/business/touring/london-o2-academy-brixton-reopen-months-crowd-crush-1235621875/ Jennifer Lopez Cancels Multiple Dates on ‘This Is Me… Now’ Tour Amid Weak Ticket Sales https://variety.com/2024/music/news/jennifer-lopez-cancels-tour-dates-tour-amid-weak-ticket-sales-1235941852/ Metallica and Carhartt celebrate International Women’s Day https://www.audacy.com/national/music/metallica-and-carhartt-celebrate-international-womens-day The Curious Case of Don Henley’s Stolen Notes https://archive.is/AKDDC Madonna calls out concertgoer for sitting down during LA show — only to see fan is in a wheelchair https://nypost.com/2024/03/10/entertainment/madonna-calls-out-fan-for-sitting-down-during-la-show-before-finding-out-concertgoer-was-in-a-wheelchair/ Video: Whoops! Madonna calls out someone for sitting down, but then realizes they are in a wheelchair (Audio) https://x.com/jebrafaushay/status/1766627662980698591 Olivia Rodrigo Makes Free Emergency Birth Control Pills Available at Missouri Concert After State Narrows Reproductive Rights https://variety.com/2024/music/news/olivia-rodrigo-plan-b-condoms-contraceptives-concert-1235940694/ Morgan Wallen’s ‘One Thing at a Time’ Breaks Record for Most Weeks at No. 1 on Billboard 200 for a Country Album; With a 19th week at No. 1, the set surpasses Garth Brooks’ “Ropin’ the Wind” for the most weeks at No. 1 among country albums. https://www.billboard.com/music/chart-beat/morgan-wallen-one-thing-at-a-time-breaks-record-most-weeks-number-one-billboard-200-country-album-1235628977/ Neil Young Says His Music Is Returning...

[pirates-triumph]

Prelude.

How does it feel to have parents with Chinese blood and have a strong foundation that will play a financial role in life? It will conclude have an impact on family growth and the developmental lives of the children they educate. Can this one be the best ways to educate children to be mature and wise to themselves in the future?

Chapter I : Beginning of life from the Duke.

Chiccio Matthias Tjokrowidjokso, the name his goes by. He'll always would be delighted to be addressed by other nicknames that you desire, even his super nickname Cio or Chico will pay more attention to him when being called by. The extra fact, the name Chiccio means intelligent, great lover, and strong. It is hoped that when he grows up, he can become an independent figure and can be a light for the people around him in accordance with his intentions for the rest of his life that he wants to do.

He was born in the flowing water as life goes on February which late on the month, 23rd in 1997. His astrology placements are Pisces sun, Virgo moon, and Scorpio rising. His reached a legal age and has the personality with taking the MBTI as an ENFP.

In family, he is a second born son after his brother Yesaya Tjokrowidjokso has a year live in this world. He also has younger sister named Galadriel Adsila Tjokrowidjokso with three years different of age. His family is well-known exist in the entertainment industry because her mother, Sinta Kusumadewi was TOP 15 Puteri Indonesia 1995. She grew up in her hometown in West Kalimantan to represent the province in the competition. She also contributed to empowering women and children to be her supporters throughout her life, and she spoke loudly about feminism. Because as a woman she can do male job without any difference. Besides that, his father, Roy Jordan Tjokrowidjokso is a nutritionist and chef for his restaurant. His restaurant is quite familiar in eastern Malaysia, more precisely in Kuching, Sarawak. This business is also the mainly income for the family where Yesaya also participates in holding the central branch in Indonesia which is in Nusa Dua, Bali since 2020 when corona virus makes Yesaya's restaurant to be more attractively known as a strong distributor to provide food during the lockdown. Therefore, his younger sister, Galadriel, currently pursuing her career to be a content writer.

....

Short Profile.

Full Name: Chiccio Matthias Tjokrowidjokso. Chinese Name: Zheng Si Hao (郑思豪). Place, Date of Birth: Kuching, 23rd February 1997. Height: 5'9" (175 cm). Weight: 123.5 lbs (56 kg).

Blood Type: O. Nationality: Indonesian. Etnicity: Asian. Hometown: Pontianak, Indonesia.

Current Residence: Jakarta - Nusa Dua - Kuching.

Chapter II : Slice of Unspoken Ground.

Nothing is impossible when a child develops into a person who lives a good life. Even though life has a very important meaning for him to understand that humans are imperfect creations. Therefore, a child lives by walking on a spinning road, bringing this child to be a person who cares for others.

Call him Chico, the second born of three children from the couple Roy Tjokrowidjokso and Sinta Kusumadewi. He grew up with warm love but try to understand life must be cruel, but his parents, who were oriented towards mixed Chinese blood, made him grow up to study independently. Usually, if a child wants to get what they want, they can easily give the present to their child, but Chico's parents don't. He had to work twice as hard. Either way, if Chico wanted something, he couldn't easily get the present from his parents. He must be work hard to save up and find his own money to get the desired what he wants.

His life is far from perfect, makes Chico realize that the values ​​taught by his parents lead him to become a very strong person. Until he was 22 years old, after graduating from his undergraduate program in college, Chico began exploring the modeling work and often honed his skills in the digital world. He was able to become a male-looking fashion influencer as well as open a surrogate service from abroad to Indonesia.

Not only that, but Chico also returned to continue his college education in the master's program and after that returned to Indonesia to start doing personal branding for himself. He knows that being a model is meaningless if he doesn't save his chance to open doors. This made Chico finally start to get into the entertainment and activism area.

As a young person or generation z, he realizes that Indonesian society still lacks literacy and things that are still considered taboo. He wants the future young generation to be able to develop more and think forward in processing far more modern thoughts without having to criticize each other.

Chapter III : Muse.

Full Name: Lee Jaejun (이재준).

Birthday: September 25th, 1997.

Zodiac Sign: Libra.

Chinese Sign: Ox.

Nationality: Korean.

Blood Type: A.

MBTI: ENFP.

Group Occupation: T.A.N (To All Nations).

Position: Main Dancer, Sub Vocalist, Visual.

Affiliate: MLD Entertainment and Think Entertainment.

Epilogue : Chaos Swallowed Up in Love.

This is a very impressive thing when you have completed a bundle of happiness in one container. It is an honor for me if we, as fellow writers, can work well together in developing a phenomenal story that is remembered in memory. I'm really looking forward to the new developments that we can carve out together because in the end, an extraordinary story will be presented beautifully.

If you want to discuss relationship issues with me, feel free to knock on my direct message. Because the presence of the other writers in my life is something to be welcomed.

An author behind the character, 刻み.

[filosofika]

Rebattle (2)

Someone said to you

"If you want to get marry, just ask God for the best, as He knows the best for you. It could lower your disappointment with Him if you ask Him unspecify things"

The fact is that:

Until I write this, I never get disappointed to my God for everything that I ask for Him, literally anything. I have one topic in Qur'an to specify my dua to Him: When Zakariach (AS) is such an old old man, and his wife was the same age just like him and they didn't have a child yet, and God granted him a son called John (Yahya AS) he asked God in Surah Maryam it's said that, Maryam, Verse 2: ˹This is˺ a reminder of your Lord’s mercy to His servant Zachariah, Maryam, Verse 3: when he cried out to his Lord privately, Maryam, Verse 4: saying, “My Lord! Surely my bones have become brittle, and grey hair has spread across my head, but I have never been disappointed in my prayer to You, my Lord! Maryam, Verse 5: And I am concerned about ˹the faith of˺ my relatives after me, since my wife is barren. So grant me, by Your grace, an heir, Maryam, Verse 6: who will inherit ˹prophethood˺ from me and the family of Jacob, and make him, O  Lord, pleasing ˹to You˺!” Maryam, Verse 7: ˹The angels announced,˺ “O Zachariah! Indeed, We give you the good news of ˹the birth of˺ a son, whose name will be John—a name We have not given to anyone before.” Maryam, Verse 8: He wondered, “My Lord! How can I have a son when my wife is barren, and I have become extremely old?” Maryam, Verse 9: An angel replied, “So will it be! Your Lord says, ‘It is easy for Me, just as I created you before, when you were nothing!’” Maryam, Verse 10: Zachariah said, “My Lord! Grant me a sign.” He responded, “Your sign is that you will not ˹be able to˺ speak to people for three nights, despite being healthy.” Maryam, Verse 11: So he came out to his people from the sanctuary, signalling to them to glorify ˹Allah˺ morning and evening. Maryam, Verse 12: ˹It was later said,˺ “O John! Hold firmly to the Scriptures.” And We granted him wisdom while ˹he was still˺ a child, Maryam, Verse 15: Peace be upon him the day he was born, and the day of his death, and the day he will be raised back to life!

If the purpose is to lower our disappointment to God, so there's a chance that we will be disappointed if we ask Him specific things in life. And I do believe what Zakariach had been said and done in those verses of Maryam, and I can say that I feel the way Zakariach's felt when it comes to prayers, I'll never get disappointed by it.

It's your choice to decide whether you want to specify your dua or not, as long we believe to Him, Allah will grant our dua, as it's said in Ayatul Qudsh: "God with the prejudices of his servants" If we think A, we will feel A and get an A. So, becareful of what we're thinking about anything.

God, please direct my heart to always obey you no matter what it takes. And gather me with my beloved family in the highest level of Jannah, Firdaus.

Aamiin

[waziafaurislam-blog]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiXcVsE6RUg

[likewaterfallz]

Masaib Reference: Masaib from Raza Shirazi from Tehran Maqtal e Hussain

Salam from my side in Urdu and English

SHAHADAT E AKBAR (AS) OR IMAM HUSSAIN (AS)

- Salam on the Tahajud prayer in which he cried while missing Rasool Akram (saww) after the prophet had passed away.

(Us namaz e shab per Salam jis men Rasool (saww) k firaq per girya hua Yahan tak k musallah Anson se tar rha)

- Salam on the prostration in which the Dua of Imam Hussain (as) was heard and prophecy of the birth of a son resembling his grandfather was made via a dream.

(Us sajday per Salam jis men Dua e Hussain (as) qubool hue or shabhi e paighambar k paida hone ki basharat hue)

- Salam on the soul which was tormented by Banu Umaiyya

Us qalb per Salam jis ne Banu umaiyya ka jabar Saha.

- Salam on the eyes which witnessed a lance entering the chest of Akbar (as) from his back, a lance entering his body from the front, while a buldgeon hit Akbar's head (all simultaneously)

Un ankhon per Salam jinhon ne jigar e Akbar (as) men pusht se utarti barchi Dekhi or jinhon ne seenay men utarta naiza or sar per parta gurz dekha (aik hi aan men teeno zulm dhae gaye)

- Salam on the lips which cried with voice when they saw that haseen bin numair was twisting the lance in the chest of Akbar, that saw that he twisted and broke the lance in the chest of Akbar (as) so that a broken piece remained stuck in Akbar's chest whilst the lance was being pulled out by Haseen bin numair. The broken piece got stuck in the wound blocking the blood flow and causing immense pain.

Un labon per Salam jo pukar ker roye jab ye manzar dekha k barchi ka phal haseen bin numair Kay neeza ghumanay or phir seenay men naiza ghooma k torne or naiza nikalne men jawan ko buri tarah zakhmi ker gaya, Yahan tak k jawan k jigar men toota hua or phansa hua naiza zakham ko band kergaya Yahan tak k seenay k is zakham se laho na Baha

- Salam on the vision that went blind on witnessing this barbarism

Us binai per Salam jo ye manzar dekh ker Chali gai

- Salam on the heart that stopped with grief and then it best again

Us Dil per Salam jo gham ki halat se sakit hua or phir dharka

- Salam on the palms and knees that got scraped while searching for the wounded Akbar (as)

Un hathlion or ghutno per Salam jo jawan ki lash dhondne maqatal ki rait per ragar khatay the

- Salam on the chest that stumbled and fell and hit the ground of Karbala multiple times while crawling in the battlefield in search of the severely wounded son

Us seenay per Salam jo ghutnion k bal chalne ki wajah se thokar kha ker Karbala per ja lagta tha

- Salam on the ears that heard the painful voice of the fallen son who had a lance stuck in his chest.

Un Kano per Salam jinhon ne pehle betay ka Salam or phir betay ki aahen suni

- Salam on the lips that asked the most beloved son the reason and source of excruciating pain

(Un honton per Salam jinhon ne betay se aahon ki wajah or Dard ka maqam pocha)

- Salam on the hands which pulled the broken lance which was causing excruciating pain and difficulty to the son out from his chest from which a fish of blood emerged

(Un hathon per Salam jinhon ne tooti hua barchi Nikali jis se jawan k jigar se khoon ka fawwara jari hua)

- Salam on the aged shoulders of the father which supported the dead body of his youthful and martyred son

(Un borhay kandhon per Salam jin per jawan ka lasha uthaya gaya)

- Salam on the feeble ageing which lifted the dead body of the son from the battlefield till the tents of mother Laila (as) and Aunt Zainab (as)

(Us zaifi per Salam jis ne mayyat uthai or qatal gah se khayam e laila (sa) or Zainab (sa) ka safar Tay kia)

,- Salam on the father whose youthful asset was killed, due to jealousy and hatred, by making deceit and distraction

(Us baap per Salam jis ka jawan asasa bughz or dushmani k teht makar or faraib ker k chal sazi se Karbala men qatal kia gaya)

[quraanandsunnah]

Surah Maryam 🌼

This is the 19th chapter of the Quran, Surah Maryam, is one of the most powerful Surahs in the Quran.

It informs the believers of amazing lessons for life. The opening verses mentioned here are about Prophet Zakariyah (AS). It teaches us the miraculous birth of his son Yahyah (AS). Prophet Zakariyah (AS) prayed to Allah for a son and he was granted one. This is remarkable because Zakariyah (AS)’s wife was barren (this adjective just means infertile, unable to have children due to old age) and Zakariyah (AS) himself was a very old man. Intellect would say that it is impossible for these two to have a child. However, by the will of Allah(ﷻ), they were given a righteous child, Yahyah (AS). Allah mentions that nobody before was granted this name (Yahyah) before him. This is a simple lesson to never give up and never lose hope in your duas. For you worship the lord of Zakariyah (AS) who granted him a son in what seemed to be an impossible situation. So, if Allah can grant Zakariyah (AS) and his wife a child in old age, do you not think Allah(ﷻ) can give you all that you heart desires (so long as what you are asking for is not harmful to you nor haram)?

Never ever lose hope in Allah(ﷻ).

I’ll post part two soon, if Allah wills.

[lotusfeather-and-bone]

Epag Day 3: Set

Dua Set, Lord of the Desert and of the Oasis!

Third-born son of of the sky above and the earth below, you who pushes back i/s/fet and slays A/p/ep, today I honor you and sing your praises.

Oh voice of thunder before whom the earth shakes, you ride the great solar barque and fight to uphold ma'at. Even in your chaos and the usurping of your brother's throne, you are an agent of change and growth.

Great of strength are you, Set, Lord of the Northern Sky. On this day I celebrate you and lift my arms in your honor. On this day of your birth, the wind howls and the thunder rocks the earth in praise of you.

Dua Set!

Set is still very new to me in my practice, and I haven't dedicated much time to him yet. But today marks his addition to my altar as well as his birthday. I decorated his candle and made my offerings: salad with a creamy Cesar dressing, a lovely red passion fruit and hibiscus iced tea with lemon, some frankincense incense, and his birthday cupcake with a red candle. He's also got a mooakite palm stone (he's got me very hung up on mooakite jasper lately) and a carnelian heart.

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: batwoman 3x02-3x04 edition!

dua lipa??? oh this show has MONEY

oh what the HELL?

oh i don’t like this bitch AT ALL

“it says ‘i’m a confident young black woman who you were an idiot to ever give up.’” i love love love sophie

“she’s a fighter. but so are you.” !!!!!

wildmoore holding hands is something that can actually be so personal

okay i hate her

OH IT IS AN AI

she’s just a kid 🙁

“it appears our croc is a…growing boy.” pls

“i will not give up on this girl they way everyone gave up on me.” SAY IT AGAIN

“he’s not a monster, he’s my son.” he’s eating people, including kids.

lmao his heart is racing cause she has her hands all over his shirtless body 😭

“you can put your shirt back on. if you want.” lmaooo

really hope they don’t go down the romantic road with mary and luke bc they’re perfect besties

WHAT THE HELL MAN?!

lmao deserved

not alice getting away 😭😭

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?

no this is nothing but shitty writing because alice would NEVER leave a child to suffer the same way she did i don’t care how “crazy” or “selfish” she is. she knows what it’s like and there’s no way in HELL she would walk away from saving a CHILD.

oh shit she confronted her birth mother

damn ryan’s brother is FINE

he’s definitely gonna be evil tho i can already see it

SHIT SHE’S IN THE CRYO CHAMBER

did sophie just ‘what are we?’ ryan? dkfjgjfjdn

my God that was intense

lmaooo she WAS flirting with sophie

HER SMILE???? OH 🥺

“WOMAN YOU ARE HARD TO PLEASE.” fjgjfjdks

well alice was right about what she told mary - to an extent

MARYKINS YOU STAY WITH ME!

what in the entire fuck?

HELLO

sophie literally lost her ability to SPEAK she is down so bad for ryan

SHE’S HAVING DREAMS ABOUT RYAN. SHE’S LONGING FOR RYAN. I WON.

🗣 “YOU’RE AMAZING. TOGETHER.”

JORDAN

“i’m sophie, ryan’s…” WOAHHHH

NOT JORDAN

oh i hate jada i really really do

OMG? DOES THIS MEAN THAT RYAN’S BROTHER IS IN ON IT TOO?!?

ew luke is being an asshole and i don’t like it AT ALL.

he deserved to be hung up on let’s be honest

sophie initiating their hugs and ryan initiating their hand/arm holds is something that is so personal but i also love when they switch it up

not liking luke much rn he’s over here acting like it’s ryan’s fault that her birth mother is a huge bitch

feel like ryan is going to regret teaming up with her brother to take down jada

is she gonna use that thing on ryan??

oh she wants to use it on her son. that’s nice.

[queenfredegund]

MEROVINGIAN REGINAE | Wisigardis Regina († c. 535)

Wife of Theodebert I Rex, to whom she possibly bore one daughter, Berthoara Regina. She was the daughter of Waccho, King of the Lombards, and Austrigusa of the Gepids, and had an older sister, Waldrada Regina. Her dates of birth and death are unknown. As Theodebert’s wife, she could have lived in Mettis (Metz), capital city of his regnum, or Colonia (Cologne).

“[…] deinde duxit Austrigusam, filiam regis Gepidorum, de qua habuit filias duas : nimen uni Wisegarda, quam tradidit in matrimonium Theudiperto regi Francorum, quam ipse odio habens, uni ex suis, quae sociata est Cusupald, alio regi Francorum.

[Waccho] then married Austrigusa, daughter of the king of the Gepids, who gave him two daughters called one Wisegarda - given in marriage to the king of the Franks Theudepert -, the other Waldrada - married to Cusupald, another king of the Franks […].”

Hist. Lang., I, 21. De morte Tatonis et regno Wachonis, et quomodo Wacho suavos superavit, et de uxoribus eius et filiabus, et de regno Waltari filii eius

According to Gregorius of Tours, she was betrothed to Theodebert by his father Theodorich I Rex, but the wedding ceremony was constantly postponed during seven years, possibly because of Theodebert’s favourite wife, Deoteria Regina. An other proposition could be that Wisigardis was not at the age to get married when she was initially betrothed.

“Cumque iam septimus annus esset, quod Wisigardem disponsatam haberet et eam propter Deuteriam accipere nollet, cuniuncti Franci contra eum valde scandalizabantur, quare sponsam suam relinqueret. Tunc commotus, relicta Deuteria, de qua parvolum filium habebat Theodobaldum nomen, Wisigardem duxit uxorem.

Seven years had passed since Theudebert had become engaged to Wisigard, but he would not marry her because of Deuteria. The Franks all agreed that it was a scandalous situation that he should have abandoned his fiancée. Theudebert gave in, deserted Deuteria by whom he had a young son called Theudebald, and married Wisigard.”

DLH, III, 27. Quod Theudoberthus Visigardem accepit

After Deoteria’s disgrace, she eventually joined her fiancé and married him for a short time, as she died no longer afterwards, c. 535. She however took a part in the court’s struggles by taking side in a conflict opposing two high-ranking officers, Asteriolus, who had her favour, and Secundinus, which demonstrates her authority as a regina. 

“Asteriolus tunc et Secundinus magni cum rege habebantur; erat autem uterque sapiens et retoricis inbutus litteris. [...] Qua de causa factum est, ut inter illum atque Asteriolum lis saeva consurgeret, quae usque ad hoc proficit, ut, oblitis verborum obiectionibus, propriis se manibus verberarent. Cumque haec per regem pacificata fuissent et Secundinus adhuc de sua caede tumeret, nata est inter eos rursum intentio; et rex suscipiens Secundini causam, Asteriolum in eius potestatem dedidit. Qui valde humiliatus est et ab honore depositus; sed per Wisigardem reginam iterum est restitutus. Mortua autem illa, consurgens iterum Secundinus, eum interfecit.

Asteriolus and Secundinus enjoyed great credit with King Theudebert. They were both of them educated men, welltrained in the humanities. [...] Things came to such a pitch that they grew tired of insulting each other and resorted to fisticuffs. The King did his best to pacify them, but, while Secundinus was still black and blue from his first beating, another row started between the two of them. King Theudebert supported Secundinus and put Asteriolus in a subordinate position under him. Asteriolus was disgraced and deposed from his high position; but thanks to Queen Wisigard he was restored to grace. When the Queen died, Secundinus renewed his attacks and killed Asteriolus.”

DLH, III, 33. De Asteriolo et Secundino

After the discovering by O. Doppelfeld of ancient graves in the Cologne Cathedral in 1959, she was unanimously assimilated to the lady buried in the cathedral. She then could have died around 535, as estimated by the grave’s furniture.

Some furniture of the “Lady of Cologne” grave (fibulae and a neck collar)

[dovebuffy92]

British teen dramedy Sex Education Season 3, created by Laurie Nunn, wrestles with personal growth and society’s need to de-individualize people. Season 3 begins with young conservative Hope Haddon (Jemima Kirke) taking over as headmistress of Moordale Secondary School.

Spoilers Below

Hope tries to rehabilitate Moordale Secondary School’s reputation as the “Sex School” by creating an authoritarian environment that leaves no room for individuality or creativity. Communication plays a vital role in a lot of characters’ personal growth and the mending of relationships. Unfortunately, the Sex Education writers left the headmistress as a one-note villain.

Sex Education Season 3’s weakest link

Sex Education Season 3’s weakest link is that the depiction of Headmistress Hope Haddon feels one-dimensional. Hope is villainous because she forces students to wear uniforms to stop the queer students from dressing flamboyantly.

She constantly punishes one of the few non-gender binary students, American Cal Bowman (Dua Saleh), and teaches fear-mongering abstinence sex education. She fires head boy Jack Marchetti (Kedar Williams-Stirling) for advocating for Cal and protecting the vulgar historic wall of penises. We never fully understand why Hope is so backward beyond wanting to clean up the school’s image.

Hope comes off as a caricature of a bullying principal. The writers try to humanize her through her infertility problems, but it is not enough. We have no sense of her life outside of school. The headmistress’ veneer of hipness because of her youth doesn’t make a whole personality.

The first headmaster was also strict and unyielding. Michael Groff’s (Alistair Petrie) three-dimensionality came from learning that he cared too much about his reputation. He rode his disruptive son Adam (Connor Swindells) hard. We got to see Headmaster’s Groff homelife making him feel like a human being rather than just a caricature.

A Symbol of Censorship

Headmistress Haddon turns Moordale Secondary School into a symbol of censorship, society fitting everybody into a box, and penalizing rebel artists. For instance, the new school uniforms are a perfect example of how the new Moordale headmistresses have disdain for uniqueness or queerness.

Haddon decides to require school uniforms because the popular Gay student Anwar Bakshi (Chaneil Kular) wears a bright red pimp hat, an unbuttoned black leather jacket with flames, no shirt, black straps, and leather pants. The headmistress unconscious homophobia shines through.

She equates queerness with overt sexuality. Haddon harasses Cal for wearing a loose-fitting boy’s school uniform because they were assigned female at birth. She refuses to respect that Cal doesn’t feel comfortable wearing even one piece of women’s clothing or anything tight because it displays parts of their body they don’t like.

Hope exposes her homophobia by not allowing pansexual Ola Nyman (Patricia Allison) to wear an LGBTQA plus rainbow pin. Students are only allowed to wear school pins. She takes school uniformity to the extreme. Haddon even controls everybody’s hairstyles or makeup.

Maeve Wiley (Emma Mackey) can’t dye her hair blue. Lily Iglehart’s (Tanya Reynolds) Princess Leia-style hairstyle and bright makeup is a no-go at Moordale. Haddon hates that Lily writes alien erotica and refuses to sanitize herself in public. Therefore, she forces Lily, Cal, and Adam to wear whiteboard signs around their necks with an individualized embarrassing message at school. Moordale Secondary becomes a dystopian space under Hope Haddon’s leadership.

Michael’s Character Transformation in Sex Education Season 3

Michael goes through the most significant character transformation in Sex Education Season 3 because he sheds himself of society’s expectations for men. At the start of the season, the ex-headmaster lives with his older brother, macho Peter Groff (Jason Issacs). Nobody will hire Michael because of the scandal and the fact that he is overqualified for everything. He mops around town, trying to pretend not to be desperate.

Flashback scenes to his childhood reveal that Michael’s stiffness and emotional unavailability come from being mentally abused by his father and a young Peter for his clumsiness, sensitivity, and enjoying cooking with his mother. He became hardened to survive. Michael’s aggressive nature comes from being socialized with toxic masculinity.

Groff’s whole world opens when he starts therapy with sex therapist Jean Milburn (Gillian Anderson). Michael doesn’t want to be miserable for the rest of his life, so he asks Jean to help him change.

Jean suggests that Michael find something that brings him joy. Michael re-discovers his love of cooking. And he no longer cares about Peter’s opinion of his “feminine” pursuit or being called “Megan.” The ex-headmaster stops socializing with his brother. Michael even opens up to his estranged wife, Maureen Groff (Samantha Spiro), leading them to have passionate sex.

One of My Favorite Parts of this Series

One of my favorite parts of Sex Education is how characters communicate clearly with one another. Many teen dramas lazily create conflict by having the characters never talk honestly about their feelings. Perhaps because therapy is a big part of this British Dramedy, the teen characters are blunt to one another.

Otis Milburn (Asa Butterfield) tells his girlfriend, fashionable Ruby Matthews (Mimi Keene), that he doesn’t love her. While Otis’ confession leads to their breakup, he doesn’t hide from the conversation. Eventually, Otis and his long-time crush Maeve end up together, but she gets accepted into an American Academic program for gifted students. She always takes care of other people.

Maeve finally chooses herself and goes to the American program. Maeve grows as a character by taking help from others and believing that she will have a better future. All of these honest conversations move the story forward and leads to personal growth.

Did you enjoy Sex Education Season 3? Let us know in the comment section below!

[ginazmemeoir]

Kashibai-Mastani

I was inspired by @allegoriesinmediasres to right this fic. It’s three pages long, so i would advise you to sit tight.

Kashi stood numb as she watched the projector curtain burn. She felt that Baji had burnt their marriage of 20 years too in a single night.

Mastani drew in a breath as Bajirao drew her closer in the Aaina Mahal in open defiance of his mother Radhabai. The anger on her face was clear, and Mastani felt as if she was committing a crime, when she shouldn’t have to.

It had been a year since the Aaina Mahal incident. Baji first reduced his visits, and then stopped altogether. He spent most of his time with Mastani in the palace he had specially constructed for her. The only time he saw Kashi was when she came back from her mother’s home after delivering her secondborn who was at length christened Raghunathrao (she called him Raghu or Raghoba). Even then he had left immediately to assist Mastani with her birth. Kashi hated a small part of herself for wishing that both mother and child died that day. She did everything to convince herself that she was happy, but the shock of betrayal had left her hollow. The maids and noblewomen were silenced by her sister-in-laws, but Kashi felt the sting of their taunts. She tried to believe she was luckier and happier, for she had the support of her entire kingdom and family, but really she just felt stripped of everything – cast adrift in a cruel sea.

Mastani now knew the true meaning of heaven. Yes she missed her father’s palace very much, but she would even trade the pleasure of a thousand jannats to spend time with Baji. He was teaching Krishna to walk right now (she insisted on calling him Krishna, while Baji called him Bahadur), and she felt she was in a dream – beautiful and fragile, and she feared it would break one day and she would wake up cold and alone.

Kashi didn’t know what to do. She considered her options – Mastani and her son’s death would mean that she had a chance to get back everything she had. But she knew nothing would ever be the same – her husband would be a broken man. No matter how much she wanted, her conscience wouldn’t let her commit such a crime, not today when she was worshipping Ganpati, the lord of auspiciousness and happiness. She went and told Baji during the aarti and they both rushed to rescue her, reaching just in time as she slew the final assassin and collapsed. Kashi hugged Bahadur and checked him for any harm. Then looking at Baji, she left and sent for the doctors.

Mastani felt her dream was cracking. She remembered each cruelty she had experienced at the hands of the Peshwa elite ��� staying in a brothel, being asked to dance in a private audience, and now almost being killed. She now feared for the life of her son, but one look at Baji, and she knew he would do anything to keep her safe. But just for her sake, she asked her father to send a contingent of her loyal Rajput soldiers from Banda.

It had been six years since things changed between her and Baji. Her wounds were healing, and Kashi was going to invite Mastani today for Gauri Padwa. As she reached Mastani Mahal, she heard both children giggling. The mothers couldn’t be happier that the animosity between them hadn’t affected their children in anyway – Raghoba and Bahadur were practically inseparable. Kashi stood near the threshold for a long time. She took in all of the palace – a marvel truly, it was a fusion of Rajputi, Mughal and Marathi architecture. There were jalis and jharokhas, a space she thought was meant for dua and ibadat and then a shrine dedicated to Krishna. Truly Mastani was wonderful. The palace was bare and elegant, sprawled instead with lush gardens, courtyard and fountains. She spotted an armoury, fit for warriors like her. Mastani was reciting poetry to the children then – it was about a pearl yearning to get out of the clam and embrace the ocean. Her poetry was magical, meanwhile Kashi wrote poems about a frog who ate nothing but laddoos and farted. Finally, the kids were sent away and Kashi entered.

Mastani saw Kashi standing near the threshold. She didn’t invite her, but instead used the poetry as a cover to recollect what she knew about her. They hadn’t met often, but on the rare occasion they had, she had found her to be collected and composed, watching everything silently. Mastani’s father had desperately tried to teach her these court manners, but failed on watching her giggling. The rest, she knew from Bajirao. He described her in astounding detail, like one would describe the full moon. She was innocent, but was a born empress. She navigated the deadly world of politics with ease, disarming opponents with kindness and taunts at the same time. She had established a strong rapport with her in-laws, and being the daughter of the richest banker in Pune, she had a head for numbers. Baji even described her palace while constructing hers -  it was an elaborate architecture, covered with statues and intricate carvings. There were not many gardens and the armoury was absent, but there was instead a well equipped kitchen and atelier, with foreign supplies. Everywhere one looked there was light; the entire structure was covered in arches of diyas, lamps and chandeliers. Her room was painted in bright colours, and there was a coveted bronze statue which must have cost a fortune. Kashi was every inch the empress she was. Shooing the children away, she invited her.

Kashi didn’t know what overcame her, but the poison she carried with her for six years came out pouring like a river. She had no sense of what she was speaking, but she knew it was not fit to be spoken by the Peshwain for the Princess of Budelkhand.

Mastani had expected this. She called her mistress and whore, a destroyer of homes; this she heard everyday – what she hadn’t expected was for her to start crying, then apologize and tell her to be strong, and then invite her to the Padwa function she had organized in the main palace.

That day both danced and revelled, ate food, prayed for happiness and shared as women, and unwittingly both had created a place in the other’s heart.

The next week Baji finally visited Kashi’s palace. The place had changed – it was not lit by lamps anymore. Kashi now knew what she was doing; she lashed out at Baji, called him a thousand cruel names. She reminded him of the way he hurt her, and then didn’t even care to come. So she banned him from her palace henceforth. She then wished him a long life and victory in battle, as he headed out to Hyderabad to quell the Nizam.

Mastani gave Bajirao his armour and swords. The right was reserved for the Peshwain, but Bajirao felt a warrior princess was better suited. He felt eerily calm as he shared a cryptic message with her and then rode off to battle.

Baji had fallen sick with fever and there were sores over his body. Palanquins were readied for Kashi and Radhabai in the dead of night along with a regiment of doctors, nurses, maids, cooks and soldiers as they headed to Rawalkhedi, when Kashi halted the procession. She went down from her palanquin, and rushed out, returning with Mastani and her son. Baji needed her. However Radhabai still had her way – Mastani was to come with the soldiers, cooks and maids later on. She arrived two days after Kashi. Bajirao rushed out of the tent to embrace her. That was the first night his week long fever broke.

There was not much to do, and so Kashi and Mastani spent most of the time together. They talked, laughed, ran, played games, and wept. Before long, both the women were fast friends.v

Baji was declared dead. All were shocked beyond measure. Nanasaheb was called from Pune to light fire to his father’s funeral pyre. He was then anointed Peshwa at Rawalkhedi. Kashi and Mastani now knew the real meaning of separation. They felt as if the precarious thread from which their lives were connected had snapped.

Weeks went by even after reaching Pune till Mastani emerged from her palace. As regnant Peshwain, Kashi was immediately swarmed by duties. Both women started moving towards the other, finding solace in the other’s company. It was time for Kashi to shave her head and burn her clothes and jewellery. Mastani convinced her otherwise – she was a human too, and her life without Baji just had as much meaning as with him. Both gave each other courage, and soon friendship blossomed to love.

They embraced each other in a secluded garden like they were the last humans on earth. Kashi wept, for she thought their relation was not meant to be. Mastani was made of stronger metal. She wrote a letter to her father the next day, asking his permission to marry Kashi. It took a week for the letter to arrive with the best of runners. The letter was in her mother’s writing. Both parents had blessed the union, but advised her to move with caution, even telling her to come back to Banda where she would be safe.

Mastani broke the news to Kashi. Kashi couldn’t believe her ears – what she believed was impure and irrational, was indeed love, and Mastani was willing to sacrifice everything for it. Kashi mustered all her courage and contacted her father too. The letter was delivered to her in secret – her father reaffirmed her that all love is pure, and further warned that if the Peshwas further tried to snatch her daughter’s happiness, he would make paupers out of them. Both sets of parents convinced, the only obstacles left were Radhabai and Nanasaheb.

Radhabai had reformed after her son’s death. She had accepted Mastani and her son, and even inculcated mullahs along with pandits to educate the young Peshwa princes. However, it took a lot of diplomacy and some tears to convince her of the union between a Hindu and Muslim widow.

Nana was a tougher nut to crack. He loved his mother, but still hated Mastani with a burning intensity, blaming her for his mother’s sorrows. He had always stayed under his grandmother’s shadow, and thus his young mind had already developed rigid ideas surrounding religion, caste, and women. It took two months for him to accept the union, after realizing the need for his mother to have a partner, and her right to be happy.

The wedding was conducted with full pomp and gaiety. The entirety of Pune, the Maratha nobility, and the relatives of both the brides arrived for this strange ceremony taking place. The ceremony was conducted through both Hindu and Muslim customs to keep religious tensions to a minimum. Both brides were resplendent and happy, and then retired to their quarters.

Their marriage ushered a new peace in the Maratha empire – strengthening unity and for the first time raising questions about women’s and widows’ rights. Mastani had headed with her son to the Battle of Panipat as a diplomat and was instrumental in brokering peace. Kashi played her part as the Peshwain to perfection, handling the increasingly autonomous Maratha chiefs.

They retired after the battle to a palace within the woods. The women lived in peace, and served as an example for history – that love indeed is boundless.

[hurtfm]

                             〔 SOFIA CARSON, 23, CIS FEMALE, CURSE CREATION 〕                         ╰  LUCRECIA  ’ LULU ’  MARQUEZ  just  came  over  half - blood  hill .  you  know ,  the  child  of  NEMESIS  who  was  claimed  three  months  ago ?  i’ve  heard  chiron  say  that  she  is  RELIABLE & SCHOLARLY ,  but  if  you  ask  the  aphrodite  kids ,  they’d  say  they’re  NARCISSISTIC & TREACHEROUS .  i’d  say  they  remind  me  of  perfectly  manicured  nails ,  clicking  of  high  heels  on  tile ,  and  patron  filled  shot  glasses ,  especially  since  they’re  NEUTRAL  TO  THE  NEW  CABINS . 

hello  beans !  i’m  weachy   &   this  right  here  is  lulu  marquez .   she  is  also  a  brand  spankin’  new  muse   &   i’m  so  excited  to  figure  her  out  as  time  goes  on !  however ,   what  i  do  know  about  her  is  under  the  cut .   trigger  warning  for   excessive  rambling  as  i  truthfully  don’t  know  when  to  shut  up   ––   like  right  now !   anyways ,   as  always ,   if  you  would  like  to  plot  with  her ,   go  ahead  and   press  that  little  heart  to  the  side   &   i’ll  snake  into  your  ims !   i’m  so  excited  to  be  here  and  join  all  of  you !

full  name :  lucrecia  ‘  lulu  ‘  rosalía  marquez . date  of  birth :  april  29th ,  1997   (  making  her  a  taurus  ) gender :   cis  female pronouns :  she / her sexual  orientation :  bisexual / biromantic goldy  parent :  nemesis  (  goddess  of  balance ,   retribution ,  vengeance  ) family :  matías  marquez  (  father  )  ,  isobel  marquez  (  step  mother  )  ,   andrés  ,   sebastían  ,   samuel  ,  &  gabriela  marquez  (  half  brothers  and  sisters  ) playlist :  beautiful ,   dirty ,   rich  (  lady  gaga  )  ,  do or die  (  tony velour  )  ,  affluenza  (  conan grey  )  ,  play date  (  melanie martinez  )  ,  cry for help  ( macy kate  )  ,  good thing  (  zedd  &  kehlani  )  ,  all of the lights  (  kanye  west  )  ,  would i  (  maggie lindemann  )  ,  &  hotter  than  hell  (  dua  lipa  ) influences : blair waldorf  (  gossip girl  )  ,  carla  roson  (  elite  ) ,   jackie  burkhart  (  that  70s  show  ) ,  guzman  osuna  (  elite  )  ,  madeline  mackenzie  (  little  big  lies  )  ,  &  alex russo  (  wizards of waverly place  ) tropes :  femme  fatale  &  corrrupter pinterest :  linked  here !

01 .  past .

   the  marquez’s  have  resided  in  san  diego  for  generations .   lulu’s  grandfather  came  over  from  medellin ,  colombia  with  his  wife  and  four  sons .   the  eldest  of  those  being  a  twelve  year  old  boy  by  the  name  of  matías .   at  the  ripe  age  of  eighteen ,   matías’   father  had  created  the   largest  and  most  profitable  oil  company  on  the  west  coast   ––   marquez  petró ,  inc .   all  four  sons  followed  in  their  father’s  footsteps  and  although  the  work  was  never  easy ,   the  profits  were  extraordinary .  when  matías  was  twenty - four ,   he  met  a  lovely  young  lady  and  a  year  after  that  came  lulu .   two  years  later ,   he  married  the  love  of  his  life ,  isobel .   

   however ,   by  the  time  the  two  of  them  had  kids ,   the  business  didn’t  seem  like  hard  work  anymore .   after  matías  took  over  the  company  when  his  father  retired ,   he  was  making  more  money  in  one  phone  call  than  his  father  had  in  a  month .   because  of  this ,  his  family  had  seen  more  of  him  than  he  ever  had  of  his  own  father .   isobel  and  matías  had  four  beautiful  children  together :  andrés ,  sebastían ,  samuel ,  and  gabriela .   their  father  had  always  told  the  five  of  them  stories  of  him  going  weeks  without  seeing  his  father   ––   hearing  a  door  creek  at  1am  noting  his  father  coming  home  and  again  at  6am  noting  his  father  heading  to  work   ––    almost  daily .   he’d  tell  stories  of  the  times  when  he  was  old  enough  for  manual  labor ,   he’d  go  out  onto  the  sites  himself .   however ,  the  five  of  them  never  dared  touch  a  tool  or  step  foot  onto  a  site .   dirty  nails  and  greasy  hands  and   soaked  shirts ?   something  they’d  never  experience .

   that’s  how  the  five  of  them  grew  up .   learning  of  the  struggles  of  creating  such  a  business  yet  not  living  them  themselves .   this  caused  entitlement  and  pride  to  sneak  in  the  way  of  their  every  day  conversations .   their  parents  had  tried  to  keep  them  grounded ,  to  remind  them  the  sacrifices  and  work  their  family  had  put  into  this  business .   however ,   the  multiple  houses ,   memberships ,   and  trust  funds  they  were  each  rewarded  at  certain  birthdays  put  any  of  that  effort  to  ground  them  to  shame .

   however ,   the  stories  her  father  wouldn’t  tell  were  about  her  mother .   lucrecia  had  always  known  that  isobel  wasn’t  her  mother ,   but  until  she  was  thirteen  years  old ,   she’d  never  really  known  the  truth .   however ,   her  father  had  kept  the  truth  from  her  to  protect  her  as  well  as  to  make  sure  that  she  was  old  enough  to  comprehend  all  of  this  information .   it  was  there  she  learned  her  mother  was   a  greek  god ,   and  instead  of  attending  a  regular  high  school ,   she  would  be  attending  camp  half  blood .   her  father  wouldn’t  tell  her  who   ––   she  was  sure  it  was  his  lack  of  knowledge  exactly  because  he’d  been  open  with  her  about  everything  else .

02 .  present .

   when  she  started  attending  camp  half  blood ,   she  was  a  resident  of  the  hermes  cabin .   ironically ,  she  was  thankful .   despite  the  fact  that  there  was  so  many  residents ,   it  made  her  feel  more  at  home .   she’d  grown  up  in  a  big  family ,   despite  the  fact  that  they  weren’t  crowded .   however ,   as  time  went  on ,   she  whole  heartedly  wanted  out .   not  necessarily  because  she  hated  where  she  was  living   ––   but  because  she  hated  the  fact  that  it  wasn’t  confirmed  who  her  mother  was .   

   she’d  grown  up  with  the  greatest  father  possibly  in  existence   &   the  fact  that  her  mother  wasn’t  even  keen  enough  to  claim  her  daughter  made  that  so  much  worse .   it  started  getting  worse  and  worse  when  she  started  putting  the  pieces  together .   her  powers ,   the  one’s  she  exceeded  at ,   all  pointed  to  nemesis .   more  ironically ,   when  the  law  was  passed  and  she  was  finally  claimed  as  such ,   it  couldn’t  have  been  more  fitting  that  a  daughter  of  nemesis  was  the  one  who  was  so  against  the  new  cabins   ––   against  going  unclaimed  for  so  long .   the  anger ,   the  vengence ,   were  all  things  lulu  experienced   ––   practically  first  hand .   although  she’d  never  been  extremely  close  to  lyssa ,   she  understood .   even  now ,   knowing  the  girl  was  her  sister ,   it  only  fueled  that  anger  in  her ,   of  going  unclaimed .

03 .  personality .

   personally ,   her  mortal  life  is  the  life  she  lives .   she  has  kept  her  rich  kid ,   better  than  you  because  i’ve  never  had  to  lift  a  finger  personality  in  camp  since  she  was  thirteen  years  old .  she  is  better  than  you  and  truthfully  believes  it .   not  that  she  expects  the  ground  she  walks  on  to  be  kissed  by  everyone  in  existence ,   but  if  it  happens   ––  she  wouldn’t  fight  it .

   unless  you  have  her  respect ,   she  pretends  you  don’t  exist .   she  is  not  one  of  those  regina  george  types  to  put  you  down  to  your  face .   if  she  has  a  problem  with  you ,   she’ll  only  put  you  down  behind  your  back .   however ,  if  confronted ,   she  won’t  deny  it .  a  lot  of  her  first  interactions  have  the  phrase  ‘   i’m  sorry ,   who  are  you ?  ‘   attached  to  them .   she’s  not  bad  with  names  or  faces  in  the  slightest ,   it’s  just  another  reminder  that  remembering  you  is  not  a  priority  of  hers .   however ,  if  she  deems  you  useful ,   she’ll  put  on  her  gifted  smile  and  practiced  charm  for  the  greater  good .   the  side  of  her  that’s  real  isn’t  known  to  much  of  anyone .

   she  excels  in  particular  aspects  of  camp ,   and  is  ruthless  when  it  comes  to  those .   apologizing  is  not  on  the  forefront  of  her  mind  and  making  new  friends  is  not  a  priority .   basically ,   when  she  turned  twenty  one ,   becoming  the  best  at  what  she  loved  was  her  priority ,   and  making  friendships  or  having  fun  were  only  side  quests .

04 .  instances  of  her  powers  in  every  day  life .

looking  back  on  it  and  knowing  the  truth ,   lulu  can’t  picture  how  she  didn’t  put  it  together :

  decision  making   –––   in  the  silliest  way  possible ,   she  has  always  been  the  best  at  decision  making .   any  tough  decisions  that  need  to  be  made ,   she  can  do  them  with  no  emotion  attached  and  put  the  plan  to  action .   almost  as  if  when  it  comes  down  to  tough  choices ,   she  becomes  a  brick  logic  wall .   vengeance  sensitivity   –––   this  was  really  useful  growing  up  in  a  house  with  four  younger  siblings .   any  tricks  they  tried  to  play  on  her  or  lies  they  tried  to  sneak  past  her  were  quickly  debunked .   any  im  sorrys  that  weren’t  truthful  were  denied .   it  made  her  seem  cold  to  them ,   when  in  reality  she  was  just  waiting  for  a  better  and  more  sincere  emotion  from  them .   best  ally   –––   if  you  are  fighting ,   you  want  lulu  on  your  side .   although  this  is  attributed  to  her  mother ,   nemesis ,   she  likes  to  claim  this  comes  from  her  father .   the  marquez  family  has  always  been  extremely  loyal  in  their  businesses  as  well  as  in  their  family  alone .   because  family  is  everything  to  them ,   they  will  always  stand  by  each  others  side .   however ,   for  lulu ,   it  runs  so  much  deeper .   any  sense  of  betrayal  is  almost  like  a  physical  injury  to  her .   it  hurts  her  soul  and  spirit  to  the  point  of  actual  pain .   loyalty  is  a  two  way  street  but  you’ll  never  catch  her  drifting  off  road .   curse  creation   –––   she  didn’t  know  this  existed  until  she  started  attending  camp  half  blood .  however ,   as  soon  as  she  realized  she  possessed  this  gift ,   it  was  pretty  clear  who  her  mother  was .   it  was  the  biggest  give  away  for  her .   it  took  her  almost  years  to  master  &  now  she  has  it  down  pat .   she  mainly  uses  it  on  quests ,   but  she’d  be  lying  if  she  ever  said  that  she’d  never  used  it  for  selfish  reasons .

05 .  wanted  connections .

   because  she’s  been  at  camp  since  she  was  thirteen  and  wasn’t  claimed  until  she  was  almost  twenty - three ,   anyone  who  has  lived  in  the  hermes  cabin  for  the  past  ten  years  she  would  have  lived  with .   i  would  love  some  people  in  that  cabin  that  she  would  have  gotten  along  with  and  maybe  some  that  she  didn’t .   out  of  the  cabin ,   i’d  love  if  she  had  an  ex  or  two ?   maybe  one  that  ended  on  bad  terms   &   one  where  they  ended  up  just  friends ?   friend  wise ,   i’ve  pictured  her  having  a  few  select  good  friends  and  a  majority  of  everyone  else  just  puts  up  with  her ?   i  also  would  love  1 / 2  people  she’s  gone  on  quests  with  before  that  have  maybe  gotten  to  know  a  little  more  about  her  that  has  nothing  to  do  with  her  hard  exterior .  lastly ,   any  other  friends  with  benefits  or  enemies  would  be  great  too !

[holidaywishes]

Aurora

Part ten: Aurora

  Summary: Baby girl Matthews is born

  Author’s Note: Well here it is! The final chapter. The Finale, the grand daddy if you will. I’ve finished my thesis, my brain was a little clearer and the votes were in! I was surprised by how close it actually was but Aurora was the winner! I thought both names were beautiful so I was happy either way but I kind of agree that this one seemed to fit a little better -- so good on all of you! Anyway, it’s going to be quite long to tie up a couple story lines and hopefully leave everyone satisfied. Enjoy!!

  P.S.: I almost cried like three times when I was writing this… so, take that as you will.

  P.P.S.: I want to stress that I don’t know anything about pregnancy or childbirth so none of the information/timelines are like legitimately accurate. I did some research but it’s far from being factual from what would actually happen.

  Warning: I’ll put a trigger warning here just in case for talk of abuse and pregnancy complications/stillbirth, birth, swearing, fluff? Love/hard fluff at the end, I’m sorry! I had to add in some angst!! For old times sake!

  Song Credit: You Are My Sunshine -- Kina Grannis and Golden Slumbers (Acoustic) -- The Beatles/Dua Lipa

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  You thought you could handle pain pretty well. You’d had enough of it in your lifetime to understand how to handle it. But there was a difference between being lashed and whipped and your body preparing itself to push a baby out of your vagina.

  “How are you doing sweetie?” Christina said as she slowly walked in the room with Patty right behind her

  “Oh you know…” you glared at them, “I’ve had better days”

  “Auston says it’s almost time though” Patty smiled

  “I can’t do it anymore,” you whined, forcing your head back against the pillows, “I thought I could handle the pain but I can’t. I feel like my insides are being torn apart and everything is on fire. I need the nurse or the doctor…”

  “You’ll be fine, here, we’ll get the nurse,” Christina added sympathetically, “you’re gonna be a Mommy.” You returned the smile she gave you before another contraction consumed you and the nurse walked in, Mitch and Stephanie trailing shortly behind her

  “How are you feeling (Y/N)?” Your doctor asked as she came to the side of the bed

  “Give me the drugs,” you shouted desperately, jerking your head when you heard Mitch giggle, “this is not the time Marner. You wanna giggle, do it on your own time and you best make sure it’s not about me because I’m in a lot of fucking pain right now and I am irritated and I am not afraid to throw you through a window!” Mitch’s eyes grew wide, his skin pale, and you went back to the doctor to see if she’d subdue your pain 

  “I can see where you’re at but I’m sorry dear, it might be too late for the epidural”

  “Are you telling me you can’t take this excruciating pain away? That I’ll have to feel everything?!”

  “If you’re fully dilated, we’ll have to take you into delivery and there’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry (Y/N)...”

  “Where’s Auston?” you asked the group, everyone shaking their heads and looking around the room, “GET ME THE FUCKING FATHER OF MY CHILD!!!!”

  “I’m here baby, I’m here,” he said, sliding into the room and finding his place at your side, “I was just getting you some ice chips” he smiled at you gently and you gave him a small smile in return

  “Aww, that’s so sweet, isn’t he sweet? aww thank you for the ice chips baby,” you said before throwing the cup of ice across the room, “I don’t want anymore fucking ice chips. I don’t want your sweet words either Matthews! I want everyone in this room gone, I want the doctor to tell me I can take the epidural so I don’t have to deliver this baby in pain, or anymore pain than necessary, I want you to understand how much I fucking hate you right now! For doing this to me. I hope you’re happy. You wanted a daughter, you wanted a precious baby girl? Well fuck you!” You watched as everyone scattered out of the room, presumably into the waiting area, before your eyes focused back on Auston who looked terrified of you 

  “Okay babe, deep breaths, remember the classes we took” he tried but you just growled at him

  “It looks like you’re still at nine centimetres, so I can grab the anesthesiologist to give you the epidural” your doctor announced, hurrying as to not upset you but not before you started to cry

  “I’m sorry Auston,” you sobbed, “I just.. I just.. It hurts so bad and I don’t think I can do this… I thought I could but I can’t. I just want it to be over”

  “I know baby and it will be, just a little bit longer. We’re so close, but we just have to decide on a name. Okay? that’ll keep us busy,” he said, sitting down and smoothing the hair off your face, “I love you so much (Y/N)” 

  “Can you do this for me?” you joked, tears still streaming down your face

  “No sweetheart, I wish I could,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I wish I could take this pain from you but this is something you have to do. And you’re going to be so amazing, I know it. Because you’re amazing everyday and this little girl, she’s going to be just like her mama. Strong and stubborn and powerful and amazing. For the rest of her life”

  “Don’t do that” you cried

  “What?” Auston asked, confused

  “Don’t put that pressure on her,” you complained, eyes held tightly together as your lip quivered, “she’s not even here yet. Let her make her own mistakes and her own choices. If she’s not amazing, then that’s okay. But you have to love her anyways!” 

  “Of course I will. She’ll be amazing no matter what,” he replied, noting that you were probably getting delirious from the pain and lack of sleep, “did you decide on a name?” Just as she was about to answer, the anesthesiologist came in and prepared you for the needle. Once you got the epidural, you were a much more pleasant person to deal with and you welcomed guests in as they greeted you, asking about a name and how you were feeling and lying about how “good” you looked. Your contractions were getting closer and closer together but thankfully the epidural seemed to lessen the pain enough for you to talk to Auston’s parents calmly and sweetly.

  “Thank you so much” you smiled, clearly delirious from the long hours at the hospital, “for being here. You didn’t have to come, it’s nice that you’re here and I really appreciate it, but you didn’t have to be here. But thank you.” Ema and Brian gave each other a quick glance and laughed at your ramblings

  “We wouldn’t miss this for the world, girlie,” Brian said softly, “we love you”

  “So much, Mija” Ema added and your eyes welled with tears

  “Thank you for raising such an amazing son. He’s so kind and so gentle and so patient with me,” you sobbed as Auston took your hand and you turned to look at him, continuing your praise, “he’s so good and I’ve never met anyone like him. And he owes all of that to both of you.” You looked over to see Ema begin to tear up before a big smile took over her face

  “Thank you,” she started and you gave her a confused look, “for loving him. For taking care of him when we can’t. For being such an incredible woman. You’ll be an amazing mother to our grandchild.”

  “Okay, enough,” Auston interrupted, “no more tears. This is a happy day. You’re all too emotional, come on Mom, Dad, let’s get you back into the waiting area.” He kissed your forehead just as your Doctor entered the room

  “You feeling dilated yet?”

  “Nadia, Doc, I think I’m ready to go,” you said, with a giggle, before feeling faint, “I don’t even really feel pain anym--” You heard your doctor call some nurses into the room as she called for you to stay awake but you couldn’t lift your eyes open; not even when you heard Auston call out to you.

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Auston’s P.O.V.

  “What’s going on?” you asked in a panicked tone

  “She’s hemorrhaging”

  “What happened?” Stephanie asked from behind you 

  “We’re not sure yet,” the doctor replied and you gasped, how could they not know?! “all that matters right now is making sure she doesn’t lose too much blood. We’re going to have to do a c-section”

  “How come she didn’t feel anything? Or did she?”

  “It’s hard to say, the epidural could’ve disrupted the amount of discomfort she was feeling. She could’ve thought it was just contractions,” she said, rubbing your arm to reassure you, “she’s going to be fine and so will your daughter. I have to get back to her..” Your mind was racing and you didn’t know what to do or what to think. Had you done this? Did you stress her too much? Was it too late for her to have gotten the epidural?

  “Auston, she’s going to be okay” Christina said, bringing you in for a hug and you noticed the waiting room had filled with most of the team

  “But what if she’s not?”

  “She will be”

  “I think I need some air.” You ran off to find an exit to get away from the team so you could let the tears fall down your face

  “Matts?” Freddie’s voice called out from behind you

  “I just need a sec, Fred, okay?” 

  “Talk to me”

  “I can’t”

  “Let’s just sit then.” You turned around and saw him directing you the bench beside you; you hesitantly followed his lead. Both of you sat there for a while, in complete silence, before you couldn’t stand it anymore and you burst into tears

  “What do I do man?” Your hands rushed to cover your face and you leaned forward, feeling Freddie’s hand rubbing your shoulder

  “She’s strong, Auston, she’ll make it through this and still have the energy to tell some really awful joke that she thinks is hilarious”

  “Just like Mo” you laughed

  “And Mitchy” Fred added

  “I don’t know, Freddie, I’m scared. She doesn’t deserve this. The pregnancy had gone so well, everything was normal. Every checkup she was fine, she was healthy. Sure, there were moments of stress throughout but nothing that would cause this…” You gestured toward the hospital doors, leaning your face back into the palms of your hands

  “You wanna know what I thought when you first introduced me to her?”

  “Go for it” 

  “What is she doing with him?”

  “Gee thanks…” You sighed and Freddie just laughed

  “No I’m serious. Everything just seemed like it was some kind of extravagant façade. Like you wanted us to think you were in a relationship, so you hired some girl, who was way out of your league, to pretend with you. But then, she kept coming around. And she attached to your hip like a magnet. And her eyes never left yours. And she smiled every time you were around and every time you looked at her. So, we got to know her and she was legit. But she was funny and smart and witty and confident in a way that didn’t make her seem like a complete bitch. She was ambitious, she knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid to go for it. At that point I was even more confused as to how you convinced her to go out with you,” he laughed again as you straightened up next to him, “but she handled us like we were nothing. A group of 30 hockey players, twice her size, and she never flinched when she had to defend herself against our… criticisms”

  “What does this have to do with her having an involuntary c-section right now?” 

  “She’s going to make it through this, with a beautiful baby girl, and be all the stronger for it. She’s already strong but she’s not just fighting for her, she’s fighting for the life that she’s created. The life that she didn’t know how much she wanted until she heard the first heartbeat. The life that’s equal parts her and you.” His words made you feel a little better but you still couldn’t help the few tears that escaped; you expected Fred to get up and give you some space but he just stayed where he was, unflinching, and let you cry without judgement.

  “Fuck dude, I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I lose her” you fell back into the bench

  “Don’t think like that”

  “But I have to. I have to think about what happens if I lose (Y/N) but the baby is okay. What if I can’t let go of it and I unintentionally blame the baby?”

  “You won’t, you’re not that kind of guy…”

  “I’ve never been in that situation. I’ve never loved anyone like I love (Y/N) and losing her would kill me”

  “But you’d get to see a part of (Y/N) in your daughter”

  “But won’t that hurt more?” you argued, “getting to see (Y/N) but not actually see her?”

  “Sure, it’ll hurt. And so would losing the baby, but you’d get through it”

  “How?”

  “With a little help from us. The team, your friends, your family…” he turned to you, “but it doesn’t matter. Because you’re not going to lose either of them.” You thanked Freddie just as the doctor came out to find you and you ran back into the hospital toward the waiting area

  “Nadia?” you asked, “what’s happening?” She gathered you and your parents to explain what was happening and the rest of the group slowly gathered around the three of you as well

  “I think it would be better if the four of us talked alone, Auston, don’t you?”

  “They’re family” you stated plainly and Nadia sighed deeply before reluctantly agreeing

  “Alright,” she looked at the large group in front of her before training her eyes on you, “we know why she hemorrhaged. The ultrasound must have been misread or misinterpreted because she was pregnant with twins--”

  “Twins?”

  “Oh my god!” Christina gasped, a tinge of excitement in her voice before Nadia looked sharply at her and she knew there was no cause for excitement

  “The baby was stillborn and it caused her blood pressure to spike and her to hemorrhage,” your eyes fell to the floor as the doctor continued to speak, “the second heartbeat is still strong, which is great, but (Y/N)’s heart rate is alarmingly slow”

  “Can I do anything?” you asked desperately

  “Auston--”

  “There has to be something I can do, anything, even if it’s small.” You looked around at your teammates; some had tears streaming down their cheeks, some looked like they wanted to punch a wall, the rest were watching your every move

  “Auston, maybe we can just… pray?” Mitch said, still quiet, to break the silence

  “What? No!” you yelled

  “Papí, please…” your dad tried to calm you

  “No, I need to see her. Maybe if I’m there, and she hears me, it’ll help…” You were practically begging and Nadia sympathized with you, telling you to follow her and handing you a set of scrubs before you were allowed to enter the room. You stared into the small glass window and saw (Y/N) on the operating table and your heart dropped but you knew you had to get in there

  “Mr. Matthews?” one of the nurses came to grab you, pulling you out of your shock and you followed her in, making your way quickly to (Y/N); grabbing her hand and sobbing when you felt how limp and cold it was.

  “Hey baby,” you whispered into her ear, “I’m right here. Everything’s gonna be okay now, our baby’s heartbeat is strong. We just need yours to be a little stronger okay baby?” You leaned your head close to hers, almost connecting your forehead with hers when one of the nurses said you couldn’t

  “No skin to skin contact” her eyes were filled with worry for you and (Y/N), making your eyes well up but you just nodded and squeezed (Y/N)’s hand tighter

  “You wanna hear a story?” you whispered once more, noticing Nadia and the nurses in the room shift their eyes to you, but you moved her hand closer to your chest and continued, “I always knew I wanted kids, always, I thought I wanted a boy so I could teach him how to play hockey and baseball and do the typical father-son stuff. But then I saw you and all I wanted was to be near you. Whatever that meant. Even if I couldn’t be with you, I just wanted you around because you gave me butterflies and made me nervous and I can’t imagine my life without those butterflies -- without you. When you told me that you weren’t sure you wanted to have kids, I had to think about what I wanted more -- you or a baby. It was always you, (Y/N). I could live with never have a child if it meant I got to be with you but then our lives turned upside down when you found out you were pregnant and I know it was complicated at first. But if I’m being honest, my heart was beating out of my chest when you told me because I was the luckiest guy in the whole world to know that I would get the love of my life and a beautiful baby who looked just like her.” You looked up at the clock as a tear fell down your face, you’d been in the hospital for nearly 13 hours and it would be sunrise soon, “(Y/N), please, come back to me…”

  “Alright, I think we’ve got her!” Nadia called out and you jumped up in excitement, thinking they were talking about (Y/N), soon realizing your baby girl was finally in the world, “okay Auston, I’m sorry. You need to go now--”

  “Wait… What? No..” you stammered, “what about my daughter? Why can’t I see her?”

  “It’s okay, listen, it’s going to be okay,” one of the nurses directed you out of the operating room as you watched intently as Nadia began working on (Y/N), “you’ll see your daughter soon, I promise. We have to focus on (Y/N) and everything will be much easier to navigate if we have a little more space.”

  “What’s happening?”

  “Trust us”

  “What’s happening?!” you yelled 

  “Trust us!” she countered before storming back into the operating room and you fell back against the wall, crumpling to the floor with your head in your hands as the sun shone through the thick, tinted window next to you.

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  You woke up, exhausted, to find Auston huddled beside you; his head on your arm and his two hands holding your one. You had no recollection of what happened until you took in the room where you were -- that same Giraffe in a tutu -- and you wondered where your baby was.

  “Where is she?” you muttered breathlessly

  “(Y/N)? Oh my god, baby,” Auston jumped up and kissed your forehead, quickly moving his lips to yours to capture you in a kiss and you felt a tear run down his face, “I love you so much!”

  “Where’s our baby girl?” you repeated, just as quietly as before, and Auston pressed his forehead against yours, “what’s wrong?”

  “You scared me…” he answered, a small tear falling from his eye onto your cheek

  “What do you mean?”

  “You weren’t doing so well for a minute there. I almost lost you…” You could tell his lip was quivering, leading you to bring your hand up to cup his cheek and he leaned into your touch

  “Everything’s okay now baby” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he got up to walk across the room. You watched as he leaned over a bassinet and cooed to the little one inside, he gently picked her up and you heard a small cry before he calmed her down and brought her over to you

  “(Y/N), I think it’s time you met your daughter,” seeing Auston with her made you burst into tears and he tried to stop you, “oh no, what’s wrong?”

  “Look at the two of you…” you cooed, “you’re so comfortable with her. She’s so tiny…”

  “Isn’t it incredible?”

  “Our baby girl,” Auston slowly passed her over to you and you finally got to hold her, her little hands wrapping around your finger, “hello little one. I know you, yes I do. Do you remember me?”

  “Did you know that Aurora means sunrise?” Auston asked and you looked up at him, eyes still stinging with tears as your daughter clutched your finger, “and our little girl was born at sunrise?”

  “It’s fate. Our little Aurora, our beautiful sunrise.” You looked back at your little girl, leaning in to press your forehead against hers like you’d done so many times with Auston; amazed that something so tiny could come into this world.

  “She’s perfect”

  “She really is isn’t she?” you watched her eyelids flutter as she fell asleep, “you’re gonna be so annoyed at us, liten en. We’re going to sing to you and give you a bunch of silly clothes and Maple Leafs onesies. Baby girl, you don’t even know how much you’re loved. There’s a whole team of bodyguards waiting to protect you. I pity the man who tries to date you, miss Aurora.” You laughed and kissed the top of her head before looking up at Auston, whose eyes were red and welled up with tears

  “I should actually go let them know you’re awake, I’ll be right back” he kissed your temple and wiped away a tear as he left the room. You waited for Auston to bring in some visitors but, after about 15 minutes, no one came; leaving you confused and a little concerned.

  “What’s taking daddy so long, huh?” you sat up, trying to look out the door when Aurora let out a whimper and you tried to stop her from crying

  “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please, don’t take my sunshine away. The other night dear, as I lay sleepin’, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke dear, I was mistaken. So I hung my--”

  Suddenly, you felt very hollow and you noticed just how quiet the room was. Your eyes filled with tears again but they weren’t happy like before and you noticed Auston leaning against the door with Nadia.

  “Auston? Nadia?” you wept, “what happened?”

  “Let me put Aurora back into the bassinet okay?” Auston spoke first and Nadia came to your bedside

  “So, how are you feeling?” she asked, you tilted your head as tears continued from your eyes, “right. You had some complications, more blood lost than we thought would happen and we had to do an emergency c-section.” You noticed Auston sit in the chair next to the bed, but he wasn’t looking at you and you were growing more and more concerned, “(Y/N), you were pregnant with twins…”

  “What? No, the ultrasounds, the doctors, everyone said it was a girl. I have my baby…”

  “Something or someone must have misinterpreted the ultrasound or one of the babies was hiding. It happens sometimes, but not to this extent”

  “This extent? Meaning to the extent that no one knows they’re having twins?” You asked and Nadia nodded, “what happened?”

  “You.. I’m sorry (Y/N) your baby was stillborn,” the word took the air out of your lungs but your doctor continued, “luckily, your daughter was strong and healthy and we were able to bring her into the world and bring you.. back.” You stared at your hands for a minute before feeling Auston’s hand cover yours and you were at a loss of what to do or say. You blinked rapidly as you looked up at Nadia, who, herself, was at a loss of a way to comfort you; she walked over to Aurora and slowly lifted her out from where she slept, “best thing for you and baby right now is skin-to-skin contact. It’ll make her feel safe and it will help the two of you connect…” Still in shock, you raised your eyes to meet Nadia as she brought Aurora to lie on your chest and you watched your baby’s chest rise and fall quickly, tears pooling in your eyes. 

  “Was it a girl or boy?”

  “(Y/N)...” Auston said, abruptly standing up, “we don’t ne--”

  “I wanna know” you argued, noticing Auston nod to Nadia and she turned to you

  “It was a girl” she said lightly, carefully, to ease the information onto you. You looked down at Aurora and smiled 

  “You had a sister, baby girl,” you whispered, unsure of anything else to add and you turned to Auston whose eyes were red from tears, “I don’t want her to feel like we don’t love her, Auston, just because her sister is gone. I don’t want her to think that we look at her and only see this sad thing that happened…”

  “We won’t,” he answered as Nadia left the room, “do we tell her about her sister?”

  “When she’s older, maybe. We can cross that bridge when we come to it” 

  “Should we name her?” he glanced at you, sitting down when he noticed the tear fall down the side of your cheek

  “I can’t” you said and Auston nodded, leaning his forehead against yours before looking at his daughter on your chest

  “She’s beautiful” Auston smiled with tears in his eyes and you smiled up at him, planting a light kiss to his lips, careful not to wake the baby

  “And so peaceful.” Just then, the door burst open and Mitchy called out 

  “Uncle Mitchy is here, little Auro--”

  “Shhhhh” You and Auston shushed him, hoping that Aurora didn’t wake up only to be met by her loud cries

  “Look what you did, Uncle Mitchy,” Stephanie slapped her boyfriend’s shoulder, “sorry babe, we’ll go”

  “No, no, it’s okay,” you smiled, “I think Uncle Mitchy should meet baby Aurora and what better time than right now.” Auston laughed, picking her up and walking over to Mitch to pass her over. You noticed Mitch’s face fill with panic as he held your newborn daughter, bouncing her to try to subdue her cries and watched as Auston mirrored his bounce unconsciously, making you laugh quietly. 

  “How are you doing, (Y/N)?” Steph asked, laying a hand on your shoulder

  “I’m okay. Tired but okay.” For a while, your room was a carousel of people coming in and out and visiting with Auston and the baby, you and the baby and asking to hold the baby before finally saying goodbye and giving the next group of people their turn. Eventually, everyone made their way home and it was just you and Auston.

  “I’m so proud of you, you know that?” he spoke softly, “As much as you scared me, you were so strong and I am so proud of you.” Your chin quivered slightly at his words and you knew, in that moment, the three of you together was all you would ever need. Over the next few days, you bonded with Aurora and took time to sleep and recuperate when one of the nurses brought up postpartum depression when Auston was out of the room

  “It’s common, in these cases, for mothers to develop PPD. You’ve lost a baby and we just want to make sure we’re monitoring you properly”

  “I understand that it’s common and, believe me, I understand that you feel like I would be having a difficult time but I’m doing great with Aurora”

  “I know you are, (Y/N), and that’s so great. But in situations like these we just require a bit more.. assurance. Your husband is a great source for us and-”

  “Boyfriend. We’re not married…”

  “Oh. Sorry. Your boyfriend will keep us informed about your progress and you’ll have regular meetings with Dr. Wilson. She’ll make any necessary calls but there shouldn’t be any cause for concern.” You hadn’t thought there was any cause for concern until this conversation and now you wondered how, and when, PPD showed itself. Auston could tell there was something wrong when he finally came back into the room and when you told him, he tried to calm you -- saying it was just procedure.

  “I’m sure of it” he smiled 

  “When can we go home?”

  “Tomorrow,” he said quickly, “I checked” 

  “Wait..” you said, never having thought about this before, “which home do we go to?”

  “Oh wow…” his eyes shifted to the floor, realizing his place was ready and yours wasn’t, “we didn’t really think about that did we? We just kind of set everything up at mine…”

  “That’s fine. That’s okay. Mine will have stuff in it eventually but at least, for now, we have a crib and everything for Aurora. That’s all that matters right now.” Your response was unintentionally hasty but having the let’s move in together talk right now just seemed like bad timing. All you really wanted was a bed that didn’t smell like powder and a room that didn’t smell like medicine -- it didn’t matter where. 

  When you woke up the next morning, you saw your bags were packed and Auston holding Aurora in his arms and reading her a story; what sounded like Winnie the Pooh but you really couldn’t be sure.

  “Babe?” you asked, rubbing your eyes awake

  “Hey, look mommy’s awake,” he cooed to your daughter, “wanna say hi?”

  “Hi baby girl,” you chimed as he carried her to you, laying her in your arms, “how are you this morning, my beautiful girl?” 

  “I think she’s just as ready to go home as you are,” Auston laughed, rubbing his thumb across her soft head before pointing to the pile of clothes on your bed, “I’m gonna grab the car and pull it up front. One of the nurses said they’ll be in with a wheelchair in a minute so you should get dressed…”

  “Wait.. Auston, you can’t just” you started before he fled the room, “leave us alone…” You waited until the nurse came and she gladly watched Aurora while you got changed, where you had the first chance to look at your body after everything; noticing the c-section scar across your skin.

  “Mrs. Matthews? Everything okay in there?” the nurse called

  “It’s Miss (Y/L/N), and everything’s fine, I’ll be out in just a minute”

  “Hey,” you heard Auston ask breathlessly, presumably from running through the hospital, “everything okay? She wasn’t outside?”

  “I’m fine. I just couldn’t get dressed when there was no one here to watch the baby,” you said, exiting the bathroom, “what if something happened to her?” He smiled and apologized sarcastically before prompting you to get in the wheelchair so the three of you could make a break for it. When you got into the car, you watched Auston in the rearview mirror to make sure that the car seat was buckled properly before coming around the front seat; you grabbed his hand as soon as he sat down, thanking him for being so great through everything 

  “It’s only ‘cause I love you so much” he joked, bringing his hand up to kiss the back of yours

  “You know,” you said slowly, “everyone was very shocked that we weren’t married. The nurse earlier presumed you were my husband, and the one who was watching Aurora when I was changing called me Mrs. Matthews…”

  “Mrs. (Y/N) Matthews…” he smiled, “I like the sound of that”

  “But we’re not married Auston”

  “But we could be” you giggled

  “Is that your idea of a proposal?”

  “I’m just saying, we had a baby together. We’ve been through a lot, marriage doesn’t seem like such a bad idea”

  “Can we just take a breath for a second? We don’t need to get married. I mean we don’t even live together”

  “So that’s the other thing I should talk to you about”

  “What does that mean?”

  “I bought a new place,” he said and your eyebrows rose in shock, “I did it a while ago, like months, and started setting up the baby’s room there. You’ll love it, I promise, I wouldn’t have bought it if I didn’t see you loving it”

  “I don’t understand…”

  “I want us to live together. It’s not good for the baby to have two places, or for us either. Your place is great, but it’s not big enough for the three of us. And my place is my place…” you scrunched your eyebrows together but he kept his eyes focused straight as he moved at a snail’s pace, “I want this to be our place.” You smiled, leaning your head against the seat, and told him you’d love to move in with him; moving your hand up to play with his curly hair while he drove

  “I got lucky with you, Matthews,” you said, “you’re pretty handsome you know?” A small smile played on his lips and his hand found its way onto your knee but his eyes still never left the road

  “Thanks babe,” was his nervous response, “I’m the lucky one though”

  “Auston, look at me for a second” you laughed

  “Hmm, nope, can’t do that. We have precious cargo…”

  “You’re literally going 10 miles an hour,” you gestured to the dash, “you hear those horns that are most certainly going to wake our daughter? Yeah, those are because you’re driving so slow”

  “I can’t just fly through here…”

  “Just go the speed limit baby or pull over and let everyone pass.” He looked at you quickly before finding somewhere to park and you noticed his body loosen from the stiffness it held before

  “I guess I’m just nervous, I don’t want anything bad to happen to her,” he looked in the backseat to see if he could get a view of her from where he sat but he caught your eye instead, “hey there”

  “Hey there…”

  “Have we met before?” he teased and you smiled, “I’m not sure how my girlfriend would feel about a beautiful girl being in my car. We’re moving in together you know?”

  “Is that so?”

  “It is so,” he replied, “and I’m pretty sure I’d remember you if we met before”

  “Well I know your girlfriend and I think she’d be okay with my being in your car”

  “Oh yeah? How do you k--” you pulled him in for a deep kiss to stop this back and forth. The kiss got steamier than you thought it would and he was beginning to pull you onto his lap when you stopped him

  “Mhmm... we can’t…” you said breathlessly, eyes still focused on Auston’s lips, “we have a baby now. We can’t be having sex in cars anymore. Plus, I’m not even sure if we can have sex this soon. I just really wanted to kiss you…”

  “I wanted to kiss you too, I always do,” he cocked his eyebrow, “and we’ll be able to have car sex again eventually. That’s what date nights are for.” You laughed and adjusted yourself back in the car before telling Auston to get back onto the road and to go the speed limit this time.

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1 year later

  “Can I get some help please? I think your door shrunk, Matthews” Mitch yelled as he fought to get in

  “Maybe it’s the 300 presents you brought. Dude you know she’s only a year old right?” Auston joked

  “She has to like me the best, I need to be the favourite Uncle,” Mitch replied, “I mean come on, you made Fred the godfather…”

  “Relax, Mitch, this is great,” Auston laughed, “thank you. Let’s go put these on the table”

  “He’s not bitter, is he?” you asked Stephanie, “that Auston didn’t ask him to be the godfather?”

  “Oh god no, he just likes to joke around,” she smiled, “he’s just not sure why Fred and not Mo or Patty”

  “You know I’m not entirely sure,” you admitted, walking around the kitchen island to say hi to some of the guests, “apparently Freddie was there for Auston when I went in for surgery and he was really grateful to him for it. He hasn’t told me what Fred said exactly but it left an impression on Auston so he asked him to be the godfather”

  “That makes sense.” Steph replied before the two of you roamed around the party for a bit, talking to as many people as you could until you came across Freddie

  “Hey there Mr. goaltender,” you said awkwardly. The two of you hadn’t really bonded in the entire time you’d known him and it was strange that you really didn’t know him when he was the godfather of your child, “how’s it going?”

  “Good, how about you?” he asked 

  “Good!” you replied and the two of you fell back into an awkward silence, “look I just wanted to say thank you”

  “For what?”

  “For helping Auston when I was in surgery. Whatever you said to him really meant a lot and I so appreciate it; it means a lot to me that you care so much about him”

  “You guys are family. I’d do anything for you two, well now you three,” he smiled shyly, “if you need anything and you can’t get a hold of Auston, just call me and I’m there.” You smiled and thanked Freddie with a quick squeeze on his arm before continuing your rounds at the party. When Aurora finally woke up, it was Brian who brought her out to see everyone and you heard everyone’s cooing before you saw your daughter; eventually making your way through the crowd to hold her and Auston stood by your side as he made a small speech. 

  “We want to thank everyone for coming today. Our little girl is so lucky to be surrounded by so much love and we are so lucky to have people who make it so easy to bring into our lives. You’re all family and we couldn’t have asked for a more loving and caring one, so thank you. Today is a celebration and we intend to make it the best first birthday our little girl could hope for.” He raised his glass and the group followed suit while you leaned up to lay a kiss to his lips, Aurora letting out a little noise as you did so, bringing smiles to yours and Auston’s faces. 

  “That was beautiful babe” you said, rubbing away the lipstick that marked his lips

  “Thanks babe, now let’s get to unwrapping Uncle Mitch’s presents…” The two of you smiled and cooed at your daughter as you walked over to the table. You were shocked when you saw that over half the gifts on the table were from Mitch as you sat down and you laughed when you saw his excitement. Auston started bringing boxes and bags over to you so you could open them and show Aurora what was inside; blankets, stuffed animals, onesies, bottles, bibs, bedtime stories were just a few of the starting gifts and almost none of it was registering with Aurora which made everyone laugh.

  “Hey, look little one, that’s you and Daddy,” you said, pointing at the picture someone had gifted you, “and that’s you and me. That was the day you were born!” When her little fingers grazed the pictures as she recognized you and Auston, your heart melted and you kissed her head softly.

  “Yeah, that’s all of us baby girl” Auston said with a big smile on his face and Aurora looked up at him with her big doe eyes, both of you waiting for her first word but she just looked down at the pictures. You smiled as tears of joy filled your eyes and continued on with the rest of the gifts; it wasn’t long after that the group began saying their goodbyes and filing out. 

  “It was so nice to see you,” you said, giving Christina a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye, “thank you so much for coming guys!” You and Auston waved to them as they walked down the driveway to their van and you sighed heavily 

  “I don’t know about you but I am exhausted,” you said, leaning into Auston’s side, “I think we should get Aurora to bed and then it’s probably best if we head to sleep as well…” You walked into the baby’s room and gently laid her down as Auston’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and he tucked his head into your neck

  “I can’t believe how much I love her” he whispered 

  “Neither can I” you whispered back, falling back into his chest and watching your baby sleep

  “Come on babe, let’s get some sleep.” You hummed before taking his hand as he led you out of the baby’s room and into the one you shared with him where you almost immediately crashed onto the California King mattress in the middle of the room. Auston came over to your side of the bed and hovered over you, lifting you up from where you laid with a kiss that moved through your entire body. 

  “Mmm, what’s that for?” you asked, eyes fluttering open 

  “Nothing. I just love you that’s all” he replied before kissing you again, bringing you to your feet and gliding his hands to the hem of your shirt; his hands were so warm and your body was so cold that you almost craved the heat from him

  “Wait, wait, stop,” you pulled away, “I love you too but we can’t. Okay? Not right now…” He looked so defeated that your heart broke and you pulled him back to you. “Auston, Papí, I love you but I don’t want her to wake up because we were being too loud”

  “So, we’ll be quiet…” he moved to kiss your neck and you were lost in the feeling for a minute, moaning into him when you pulled away again

  “No, Auston” you forced him to look at you, “not tonight babe, okay? I’m sorry.” You changed into your PJs and got under the covers, waiting for Auston to come back into the room, noticing the look he gave you before he turned off the lights; the only light now coming from the screen on the baby monitor. 

  “What are you doing, Aus?” you giggled

  “I have a question for you,” he said, his voice low, “but I thought you deserved a show to go with it.” He started dancing around the foot of the bed, doing what you could only assume was a strip tease, as clothing started flying toward you and you almost burst into laughter

  “What’s your question?” you held back your laughs to keep the room quiet

  “Tell me first: do you like my body?” he said, running his hands dramatically down his torso to the top button of his jeans

  “What?” you laughed

  “I said, do you like my body?”

  “Yes, I like your body!” you replied, a giggle and excitement flowing off your tongue

  “Good, now, do you like my hair?” he said, moving his hands up his body to tossle his dark brown locks

  “Yes, I like your hair.” He was at your side of the bed now, pulling your feet over the edge so you were sitting upright and he could use the space around you to his advantage

  “Good. How about my lips?” 

  “Your lips?”

  “How do you feel about my lips, (Y/N)?” he asked and you leaned into him, your lips inches from his and whispered

  “I love your lips, Auston…”

  “That’s my girl,” he pulled away from you just when you thought he might kiss you, moving his hands back to the waist of his jeans again, “now here’s my real question: do you like my name?”

  “Your name? Auston? Sure, yeah,” you started, thinking it was some kind of game he wanted to play, so you added what you thought he’d find sexy, “I like moaning it…”

  “I like that, baby, but I was talking about my last name”

  “Oh,” you said with confusion, pulling back from your boyfriend, “I guess… Auston, what’s going on?”

  “Would you like it to be yours?” he finally said, falling back on his knee and pulling out a small black box 

  “Oh my god, Auston…” you whispered, still a little confused but mostly shocked

  “(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I am so in love with you and I have been from the second I laid eyes on you. Everyone told me you were too good for me and I agreed with them because you are. You’re way too good for me, which is why I knew I had to be with you. You have brought so much happiness and love into my life that any second I’m away from you feels like an eternity,” your mouth dropped open as tears sprung from your eyes and Auston’s as well, “honestly, the only thing I’ve ever loved more than you is our daughter. Our beautiful baby girl who got her mom’s eyes and her mom’s forehead, thank god.” You laughed at his remark as tears continued to fall down your cheeks, only now noticing the shaking of his hands so you moved yours over his to calm him, “I want to be the one you come to when you have an amazing day at work, I want to be the one you vent to when nothing seems to be going right. I want to be the one to hold you when you need to cry, I want to be the one you smile at when you’re happy and I never wanna see that smile fade. I want you to be the one by my side through every game, home or away, good or bad, win or lose. I want you to be the one I can lean on and cry to if I need to, I want you to be the one who I wake up to every morning for the rest of my life because I love you. And I want our daughter to know that love exists. I want us to be her best example of love because it’s true and it’s real and she deserves to see the world through rose-coloured glasses. I want us--”

  “Auston, baby, you’re running out of breath…” you stopped him, still smiling at his now bloodshot eyes

  “I love you, so much, more than I ever thought possible,” he said calmly, “will you marry me?”

  “Yes,” you finally said, still sobbing from how much love you felt for the man in front of you, “of course I’ll marry you!” 

  “Oh thank god,” he laughed, placing the ring gently on your finger and lifting you up, “I wasn’t sure how I was doing there for a second.” He spun you around for a minute, dancing his tongue with yours as your fingers played with the ends of his hair until he slowly set you down

  “You were mumbling there for a bit but you did just fine”

  “Well see, the plan was: tire both of us out by having sex and that way all my nerves would be gone and it would’ve been a much less frantic proposal. But you rejected sex so I had to improvise…”

  “I liked this way so much better,” you said, pushing yourself up to kiss him, “plus, this is a story we can actually tell people…” He laughed and you sat back down on the bed, determined to get some sleep before Aurora inevitably started crying out. Sure enough, she started crying and you pushed the covers off of you to get up when Auston stopped you

  “I got this one, babe, you go back to sleep.” You smiled as you watched him leave, thankful that you were with someone who wanted to help as much as he did. You couldn’t help yourself though, so you tiptoed to the doorway of Aurora’s room as she continued to cry, and peered in to see how Auston was doing when you noticed that her crying was lessening more and more. He sat down in the rocking chair after a few minutes and grabbed a book to get Aurora to sleep

  Once upon a time there lived a king and queen who were very unhappy because they had no children. But at last a little daughter was born, and their sorrow was turned to joy. All the bells in the land were rung to tell the glad tidings.

  You smiled when you realized that he was reading her Sleeping Beauty; leaning against the door to listen closer. 

  “Just then the wise young fairy came from behind the curtain and said: ‘Do not grieve, O King and Queen. Your daughter shall not die. I cannot undo what my elder sister has done; the princess shall indeed prick her finger with the spindle, but she shall not die. She shall fall into sleep that will last a hundred years. At the end of that time, a king’s son will find her and awaken her.’”

  As Auston continued, Aurora seemed to stir more and she clearly wasn’t liking the story causing Auston to panic and try to sing her to sleep. You cringed at his tone deaf cover of Golden Slumbers

  “I know I know baby girl,” he shushed her, “mommy’s voice is much better than daddy’s. But mommy is asleep, so you get me…” You brought your hand up to your mouth to bite your nails as you continued to listen from outside the door hoping it would get better but it didn’t and you had to step in 

  “Okay, I think it’s time for me to step in huh?” you said, walking toward Auston and Aurora, and gently taking her from him, “thanks for trying daddy.” He smiled at you and stepped aside, letting you sit down on the rocking chair. 

  “Once there was a way. To get back homeward. Once there was a way. To get back home, sleep, pretty darling do not cry. And I will sing a lullaby…”

  You glanced up at Auston, who was staring at you almost in disbelief as you sang, and smiled before continuing

  “Golden slumbers fill your eyes. Smiles await you when you rise. Sleep pretty darling, do not cry. And I will sing a lullaby. And I will sing a lullaby…” 

  Aurora had finally drifted back to sleep, so you walked over to her crib to lay her back down; stopping for a minute to watch her dream, barely noticing a tear slip down your cheek until Auston kissed it away 

  “What’s wrong (Y/N)?” he asked, arms wrapped tightly around your waist and you just shook your head

  “What do you think she would’ve been like?” 

  “Just like her sister…” he said without hesitation and another tear left your eye

  “I didn’t think it would be this hard…” you confessed, turning to bury your head in Auston’s chest, “but I miss our baby.” He hugged you tightly, laying his cheek against your head and you felt a few tears fall from his eyes

  “I miss her too” he said, kissing your temple sweetly before you pulled back to look at him. You sighed and wiped away your tears, keeping your arms wrapped around Auston’s waist as he walked you back to the bedroom. It was a bittersweet moment; you had just gotten engaged, your beautiful daughter was sleeping peacefully and you had an amazing day with friends but you couldn’t help thinking about the daughter you lost. When you looked over at Auston, who was now sleeping soundly beside you, you thought about how lucky you were to have someone like him in your life. Someone who, not only understood your past and the pain you’d gone through but who loved you through the pain and didn’t try to fight any of it. You smiled as you watched his chest rise and fall and you couldn’t help yourself, you kissed his neck to wake him up. 

  “Hey babe” he groaned as he woke up, “what’s going on?” You slowly climbed on top of him, legs on either side to straddle him 

  “I thought I’d celebrate us for a second…” you smiled, moving your hands to the hem of his shirt and leaning down to capture his lips

  “What happened? Not that I’m complaining…”

  “Nothing happened.. I’m just thankful for you, I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me…” you smiled as he planted his large hands on your ass, pulling you closer to him. You kissed his lips feverishly, pulling him up to sit up as you kept him locked in the kiss; only parting from his lips when he lifted your shirt over your head

  “I’m thankful for you too” he said quickly before you peeled his shirt off and moved back to capture him in a heated kiss. You could tell he didn’t want to break the kiss as much as you but he was determined to gain control, so he flipped you over so he was on top still not breaking away from the kiss. He moved his hands slowly to the waistband of your pajama shorts and pushed them down, moving his lips to your neck as you quickly dragged his bottoms off with your feet; craving his skin on yours with every movement. 

  “Auston…” you moaned and he lifted his gaze from your neck to meet your eyes, your chest heaving only now realizing how long it had been since you had felt him like this and you pushed yourself closer to him for a kiss; your fingers twisting in his hair before you smiled against his lips

  “What are you smiling at?” he asked, pulling away briefly before smiling down at you

  “You…” you admitted, “I love you Auston Matthews.” You whispered before laying a soft kiss to his lips and he continued to smile, nothing but love in his eyes 

  “I love you too, (Y/N).”

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