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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 115, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, childbirth

First rewritten reworking 07/13/2023

Second rewritten reworking 01/03/2025

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 2220

I looked down between my legs, half terrified at what I would find awaiting me in the toilet bowl. I reached down and picked up the squirming, whimpering baby girl that had slipped out of me while I was trying to get some bowel movement.

“Oh my god,” I whispered faintly, feeling my head beginning to swim as I clutched the child close to me. I held her out with violently trembling hands and gazed at her, feeling my throat closing up as overwhelmed tears of anxiety began to flood my eyes.

MEOW

I heard the sound and through blurry eyes, I made out the figure of Mittens, who had squeezed into the half bathroom through the partly open door and was now standing on her hind legs, nuzzling at little girl’s damp red curls.

“Peter…” I croaked in a quiet sob and the cat zipped off through the door with a determined meow.

I couldn’t keep track of time as I stared at little girl, who was simply so beautiful, with her rich skin tone and red curls.

“Little girl?” I choked out as I picked out heavy footsteps rushing towards the half bathroom. I reached under the sink, where I grabbed a green hand towel and wrapped the wriggling newborn in snug and warm.

“Mary Claire!”

The door was ripped open to reveal Peter, who took one look at the scene before exploding into a violent curse.

“Sweetheart…” he whimpered out as he scooped me and my daughter into his arms before rushing off to the master bedroom. “What happened?”

I was unable to answer, only capable of bursting into emotional tears as he settled me onto the bed, pressing his hand to the side of my face as he silently asked me if I was alright.

“Peter,” I murmured in a small voice. “I’m scared.”

“What happened?” Julie asked, suddenly appearing behind the musician. “Mary Claire…?” The Army paramedic stopped speaking as she saw the freshly born little girl in my hands.

Justin and Nathan entered the room just then, both wearing their game faces.

“I’m a doctor, my son is a medical student, how can we help?” Justin announced.

“Don’t cut the cord,” I begged, clutching the peacefully sleeping child close to mt chest. “James and Aaron will want to cut the cord- I’m not robbing them of another moment.”

“Mary Claire, where is your hospital bag?” Nathan asked, getting ready to run and grab it.

“Front closet, bottom shelf, blue and pink floral duffle,” was all that I could get out before bursting into tears. Nathan ran down the hallway, saying that he would get the bag.

“Mary Claire, is it alright if I examine you?” Julie asked in a calm, soothing voice. “I need to make certain that there’s no excess bleeding.”

I nodded, leaning back and parting my knees and allowing her to remove my panties from around my ankles. Justin came back into the room with a damp washcloth and silently took little girl from me, unwrapping her from her makeshift blankie and beginning to clean her off. Mittens growled deeply in her throat as the cat watched the man handle the squirming newborn, Peter and I also watching as the doctor did this, silently scrutinizing his movements. Nathan arrived with the hospital bag and silently pulled out a diaper and a one piece pajama and hat set. Peter came over and swiftly dressed the baby before bundling her in a pink crochet blanket that I had made with love in every stich and seam.

“Pretty baby,” I crooned softly, holding out my arms for the baby, who was handed over without any preamble. “Hi there, precious girl. Oh, look at you!”

I could feel Peter staring at me with love in his eyes as he watched my maternal instincts taking over. He climbed onto the bed next to me, sitting cross-legged as he moved me so that I was now leaning into his chest. Mittens meowed as she repositioned herself close by, her catlike eyes wide and alert.

“She has Aaron’s nose and his ears and his skin color,” I giggled, not moving my eyes from my daughter’s face.

“Yeah,” Peter agree, gently stroking the newborn’s chubby cheek. “But look- she has your hair, your freckles, your dimples and your eyes too, I bet.”

At the very moment, little girl’s eyes fluttered open and fixated on Peter. Sure enough, her eyes were a startling sapphire blue.

“You see, sweetheart?” Peter murmured, softly rubbing his nose through my own red curls. “She does have your eyes.”

“Clearly,” I sobbed, looking up as James and Aaron entered the bedroom just then. “You’re a bit late to the party!”

“Oh my god, Mary Claire!” James’ face was pale as he sat down on the bed heavily. “Are you alright?”

“I think I’m in shock,” I answered honestly, still holding onto little girl with careful arms. “I literally gave birth while I was trying to take a crap!”

“Is she alright?” Aaron asked, crossing over just then, being careful not to get into the doctors’ way as they fussed about the new mother and her new baby.

Little girl stirred, opening her eyes, so much like mine, and she began screaming, just a long, continuous yell that went on forever.

“Oh, what is it, little girl?” Aaron cooed, taking her from her mother and cradling her in his arms. “Do you want to be held by daddy?”

“Do you want to cut the cord?” Julie asked the two new dads just then. “Mary Claire was holding off until you guys got here.”

Peter sat next to his soulmate, silently taking in all the chaos as he wrapped an anxious arm around me. I picked up on his whirlwind of emotions, placing a hand onto his wrist and gently rubbing at the faded scars that marked his skin.

“Auntie Mary Claire?”

Everyone’s eyes flew over to the door, where twin sisters Aria and Evie Bradley both stood hand in hand as the two took in all the chaos with wide eyes.

“Are you alright?” Aria continued on.

“Come here now girls,” I smiled as I held out a hand to the two of them. They entered the room, crawling up onto the bed next to me as they stared down at little girl’s sleeping form.

It’s a baby, remarked Evie in wonder as she signed her words instead of speaking them.

“Yes, it is a little baby,” I hummed softly, smiling as Evie outstretched a little hand to gently poke at little girl’s tiny hand, squeaking when the baby grabbed onto her finger with surprising speed and strength.

She’s strong, she remarked in surprise.

“Can we hold her?” asked Aria. I looked up at James and Aaron, who were watching the scene with adoration in their gaze.

“Of course you can Bluebelles, Bumblebee,” I hummed after a moment of communicating with our eyes alone. I waited until the two were sitting side by side before carefully setting the tiny child down into both arms. The girls looked thrilled and Peter couldn’t help but snap a picture with his phone, smiling at the clear sweetness of the moment.

“Peter? Is there a reason why the half bath off the laundry room looks like someone was murdered inside…?” Patricia Ratajczyk asked just then as she wandered in. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her, her younger brother holding me between his legs as little girl was being cradled by Aria and Evie, still attached to me by a jerky in appearance umbilical cord. James and Aaron stood in a corner, being careful not to get into the medical doctors’ way as they fussed over the situation.

“What can I do to help?” she asked at once. “Mary Claire, where do you keep your cleaning supplies? I don’t mind cleaning the half bathroom for you.”

“I don’t think we have any cleaning supplies yet,” I confessed, immediately feeling frazzled as I leaned back into my soulmate’s arms, taking back little girl when Aria handed her back, being careful to support her little baby neck.

“No problem- let me make a run to the Wal-Mart and I’ll go grab some stuff!” Patricia rushed out, clearly excited to spread the news that little girl has arrived.

Little girl has arrived.

“Little girl is here,” I whispered, reaching up to press my hand into the side of Peter’s face.

“Where the hell are the paramedics?” grumbled Julia, looking over at Nathan who was on the phone with 911.

“The dispatcher says that they’re on their way,” he relayed the information.

“Peter, I need to pee!” I whined all of a sudden, clenching at myself down there to hold it in until I got to a toilet. He hopped up and began to help me to the bathroom, moving slowly as how my body was still in a state of shock. As I was making my way across the room, I felt something drop out of me and land onto my foot.

I froze, terrified to look down.

“I don’t think I need to go anymore,” I announced, and Peter looked down and chuckled at the sight of little girl’s placenta on my foot.

“Can we not throw it away?” Aaron begged, knocking his laughing husband by the side of the head to try and get him to stop. “We want to freeze it for a just-in-case moment that might crop up in the future.”

While James was busy trying not to die, Peter was busy helping me into the bathroom, stripping me of the retro styled dress that I had been wearing and changing me into black sweatpants and a blue t-shirt, being certain to allow me the choice to choose what I wanted to wear.

“Can you walk back out, sweetheart?” he asked me in a gentle murmur, picking me up into his arms when I wordlessly shook my head. “It’s okay, I got you, you’re good, you’re safe with me…”

He continued making sweet talk to me as he sat me back down onto the bed, settling me in between his knees and wrapping his arms around me.

“Peter?” I suddenly remembered something as two paramedics entered the room, apologizing for getting lost. “We’re going to have to do little girl’s nursery sooner than we anticipated.”

“That’s okay,” he murmured, leaning back to give the medical professionals room to operate around me. “You think Slitzy instigated labor last night?”

“What?” My brain was swimming and I found myself unable to focus on any one thing for very long.

“When he charged into my assigned dressing room without knocking,” he reminded me. “I chased him out into the parking lot before I realized that I wasn’t wearing a shirt!”

I only hummed, flinching away from a bright penlight that was being flashed into my eyeball.

“Sorry,” apologized the paramedic. “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted emotionally and mentally,” I confessed. “Little girl is over three weeks early! Is she going to have any health problems in the future?”

“It’s too soon to tell,” she told me, her eye wandering around the bedroom that Peter and I shared. The closet door was open partway, and Mittens was curled into a purring ball nearby next to me, clearly taking her role as little girl’s guardian very seriously. My guitar was popped up next to the fireplace, my TBR book pile stacked up tall and mighty next to my bedside table.

“Do you guys want to know her name?” Aaron asked, wandering back over with the little newborn in his arms. “Mary Claire, you know of our undying devoted to the Broadway musical Wicked, and so after much thinking about it, we decided on Vanessa Rose Pickings.”

“Vanessa Rose,” I hummed. “What a perfect name.”

“You ready to be transported to the hospital?” the paramedic who was tending to me asked next.

“I can carry her out,” Peter offered, scooping me up into his arms and beginning to follow the paramedics back down the stairs. Aaron and James followed closely behind them, carrying little girl- Vanessa Rose.

I smiled up at Peter as I slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Little girl is here.

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