#honestly a miracle he even hugged Diana that first time

[cakeinthevoid]

Porcelain

yes minutes after my warning I am already posting a snippet. Context? What context? I decided on a quick blurb but if you genuinely have questions/want to know more—send an ask!!!!!

Zinc spends more time with Diana now that she seems cooperative. Diana tries to resist it but she’s so lonely and desperate. She grows to like Zinc, barring the fact that he’s a part of the crew. He tells her about his home and how Marc found him. Diana tells him about the landscape of her home, how it’s really a moon. About architecture and ceramics. She gets choked up. Zinc hesitatingly puts a hand on her shoulder. She tenses but doesn’t pull away. Zinc is paged away into a crew meeting. He leaves awkwardly. 

The next day, after Diana gets a batch of seeds to sprout, Zinc brings water in a ceramic bowl. It’s off white, well used with a chip and a few scratches in the glaze, but has an intricate pattern going around the rim. He gives it to her (to drink the water first, which she does in one sitting then regrets because she probably isn’t getting more) to inspect. She tells him it’s a reinforced porcelain and not pure clay. Then she does a deep dive into the ceramic quality and when it was likely made. She flips the bowl around and tracing the ridges with her fingers, getting super into it. 

“It’s… charming.” 

Diana thumbed the design. “If this was hand painted, it’s really well done,” she said, almost only to herself. “Everything is done in an even coat but—oh.” She stopped twisting the bowl and pointed at a barely noticeable break in the seam of the pattern looping around. She tilted it towards Zinc so he could see.

“What is it?” He leaned in to inspect. 

“Misprint. It wasn’t painted; it was stamped. That explains the colour and thinness,” she muttered.

Zinc looked up at her in awe. “You can tell all of that just from looking at it?” 

Diana averted her gaze, dropping it back to her hands that were fidgeting with the bowl. “It’s just educated guesswork. I work with clay.” She paused, turning the bowl so that the glaze could catch the light. “Worked with, I guess. The glaze seems kind of cheap, too,” she added before holding out the bowl. 

“What?” 

“Aren’t you going to take it back?” 

“Oh. Um,” he fidgeted. “You can—if you like it, you can keep it.” 

Diana lowered her arm. “Where would I keep it?” She said after a beat. “Just take it,” she said forcefully, placing the bowl on the floor with care and turning away. 

“Diana—“

“Don’t,” she snapped. “Just… don’t,” she whispered. She pulled away and settled by the wall in such a way that the chain linked above rested on the ground to her right, between her and Zinc. 

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. 

Diana said nothing, keeping her back to Zinc, despite the voice in her head screaming to turn around.

“...If you keep… cooperating… Marc will probably let you off the chain, you know.” Diana tensed. “You could be a part of our crew.” 

“What makes you think I’d want that?” She spat, still refusing to look at him. “What makes you think that the moment I’m free, I wouldn’t get the hell off this prison?” 

Zinc gasped. “Don’t say that!” 

She finally looked at him over her shoulder and chuckled humourlessly. “Or what? I can’t believe…” she trailed off as she turned away again.

His gaze darkened. “You know if she hears you talk like that you’ll be stuck like this.” Zinc shook his head and sighed, “I don’t understand what would be so bad if you just joined us.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said darkly.

Zinc looked up, exasperated. “Yeah, I think I have some idea. You think I’m oblivious to what’s going on? You already told me what happened to your moon. Marc told the whole crew about the deal.” His voice quieted. “And… I run the security systems on the ship… I’ve seen the cameras.” 

Diana was mortified to feel ashamed, and tried to drown out that burning emotion with a wave of fury. 

“You—” 

“Your home is gone. At least here, you could have a new life. It really isn't so bad, and maybe you could even go off the ship someday and help Zeyver get plants or even work with clay again! You could have real friends here. Family, even.”

Diana whipped around. Zinc flinched back at her eyes, bright with tears. 

“How dare you?” She started in a raspy voice. “My home isn’t gone and my family isn’t—they’re not—my real friends aren’t—” her voice broke off into a sob. She dropped her head into shaking hands, gasping between sobs. It hurt because he was right, she thought. She was well and truly alone. 

Her breathing hitched, body tensing at the sensation of something wrapping around her. 

Zinc was hugging her. 

She hated it. Hated him. She wanted him to let go. 

She was desperate. Pathetic.

Diana tried to relax into the hug but, “You knew…” she sobbed. 

“I voted against it, at first," he said into her hair. "But then… I didn’t know. I should’ve gone with instinct.” 

“You knew…” she repeated, again and again. 

“Shh,” he soothed, running a hand down her back. It felt like bugs were crawling after his hand. 

Despite all the noise in her head, she leaned into his touch.

She was aware of every point of contact—it felt like knives, even though he was barely touching her. She couldn’t remember when was the last time someone held her without throwing a punch afterwards. The thought tightened the coil in her stomach. 

Zinc was beginning to shake. Or, more likely, she was.

“Are you okay? Sorry, stupid question—” he began to pull away. 

“No—” Diana choked out, and promptly clicked her mouth shut, face aflame. Her damaged hand was gripping his sleeve. Zinc’s eyes dropped to it and she let go as though it too was aflame. 

Oh, she was truly pathetic now. Begging for a hit—

“You want me to… hug you?” It was a statement phrased like a question, but Diana only clenched her jaw tighter, willing the tears in her eyes to stop streaming, willing her body to stop begging for touch and distance at the same time—willing herself to stop being difficult. 

“Is that a no?” He asked slowly. Diana stayed still. His eyes scanned her and she suddenly felt much too exposed, too vulnerable. 

Gently, he raised the arm she was gripping moments earlier. Her eyes darted to it and he stopped. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask before,” he said, looking at her face even though her eyes were pinned on his hand. “I wasn’t—I wasn’t trying to make you cry and I didn’t know what to do.” He tilted his head slightly. “Did you like it?” 

No, she wanted to say. She hated it and hated him. 

She was beginning to hate herself. She wanted comfort, even if it was from the very people who held her like a beast. 

But she couldn’t say yes, because his touch felt like bugs crawling and knives pressing. It felt like the moments between Amsok’s punches, except then, she knew she would be hit. 

I am truly broken now, she thought and felt her eyes well with more tears. 

Zinc’s own eyes widened, settling into a look of worry. “I’m going to hug you now. If you say no, I’ll stop, okay?” 

Diana wanted to move, to at least nod, or even shake her head, but was terrified to realize she couldn’t move. Her muscles locked and she could only close her eyes as she saw Zinc hesitatingly lean in. 

She shuddered as his arms wrapped around her, landing like moths. 

He didn’t rub her back. He stayed as still as though she were made of glass and wouldn't risk breaking her. She felt his breath on her shoulder. It could have been peaceful. 

Diana could only tolerate it for a couple of minutes. Zinc’s arms gradually felt as though they were growing tighter and his breathing was getting too loud and it’s been too long since—she jerked her head to the side. 

“Di—”

“No,” she said. “No no no—” 

Zinc let go instantly. “Okay! Hey, it’s okay.” He raised his hands in a placating gesture. 

She took a deep breath, ignoring how much colder she suddenly felt. She held her left hand tightly with her right hand, focussing on the pain radiating through the metal, up her arm instead. She exhaled sharply through her nose and shut her eyes as fire flamed through her blood. She kept the pressure until her heart stopped racing.  

Diana opened her eyes, blinking to clear her vision, and was startled to see Zinc still sitting in front of her. 

“Why—” she cleared her throat, “—why are you still here?” 

Zinc shifted self-consciously. “To… make sure you were okay.” 

Diana took in a long breath. “Don’t say that,” she said at length. 

He frowned. She sighed again. 

Diana broke the silence when neither spoke for a minute. 

“What do you want from me?” She whispered. 

“Nothing,” he answered immediately, but she just shook her head. 

Before Diana could disagree, Zinc’s communicator began to buzz and flash. He jumped up, stuttered out an apology for startling her again and another for having to leave so abruptly, and ran down the far hall. 

Alone in the main cabin, Diana breathed a sigh of relief. Slowly, the tension bled out of her muscles and she curled up on the floor, spent. It wasn’t long before the darkness of the cabin and hum of the core lulled her to sleep.

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[leiascully]

Fic:  Baseball Metaphors (15/15)

Part One  |  Part Two  |  Part Three |  Part Four |  Part Five |  Part Six|  Part Seven |  Part Eight |  Part Nine  |   Part Ten  |  Part Eleven  |  Part Twelve | Part Thirteen |  Part Fourteen

Thanks for sticking with me to the end of what, like Visitor, began as a one-shot and ended up a thirty thousand word journey.  It’s possible that this is the epilogue of Deathly Hallows of epilogues, and if that’s true for you, please feel free to ignore it and live forever with Mulder and Scully in the throes of some truly epic afterglow.  But I wanted to follow the thread a little further, and explore what their future might have been if this had been their present sometime in the middle of Season 3 (honestly, a terrible time to set it, given how many killer episodes and how much mytharc I ended up having to write out of their moderately peaceful life together).  I’m sorry to say that it’s safe for work, PG at most.

Jenny won't take elopement for an answer, so Scully relents and lets her help plan the reception.  Despite her dull taste in paint colors, Jenny turns out to have exquisite taste when it comes to planning weddings, and she and Scully talk flowers and place settings and the details of the reception dress for hours.  She coaxes out all of the details Scully never thought she cared about as Mulder watches, fascinated.  In another life Jenny would have made a great interrogator.  Maybe even in this one.  

They go to the wedding, of course.  The minister is boring and the vows are boilerplate.  Mulder slides his thumb smugly under the hem of Scully's dress.  She smiles like an angel and pulls him into the garden during the reception so that he can keep the promise his thumb made.  But they both cry, just a little.  It's not because of Ethan and Jenny, they swear to each other.  It's just the idea of weddings, of course.  It's the idea that they, one day soon, will be standing up in front of each other and saying their various versions of same old words that somehow still mean something every time.

Eventually, the baby is born, and their time with Ethan and Jenny peters out, except for Scully's occasional wedding planning dates.  She dandles the baby on her knee and discusses the merits of a veil versus a fascinator for the reception (the fascinator wins) while Jenny changes out the cabbage leaves in her nursing bra.  

They get married in her mother's living room.  Maggie isn't happy about the lack of a Catholic wedding necessarily, but she gives them her blessing as they join hands and promise themselves to each other, forever and ever.  At least the priest makes house calls, Mulder thinks.  They all sign the document afterwards and Scully's mother serves up cake and coffee.  It's all very civilized.  Scully glows in a dress she got from the department store.  Mulder touches the white rose pinned to the lapel of his new bespoke suit.  When everyone's plates are just crumbs and the cups are dregs, they hug Maggie and take their leave.  She presses a horseshoe and a bell into Mulder's hands.

"Melissa would have wanted you to have it," she says.  Scully cries.

That night in bed, they explore each other slowly, their hunger tempered now by months of indulgence.  He spends so long after his first orgasm coaxing gentle climaxes out of her that she reaches down and finds him firm again, and she slides her leg over his hip and takes him in.  They make love gazing into each other's eyes, as if each touch is part of a ritual that will keep them safe and whole and happy.

Only afterwards do they realize they forgot the condom.  

The train from DC to Portland, Maine takes twelve hours, give or take.  They spend most of it holding hands.  Scully pages through the issues of JAMA she's never managed to catch up on.  Mulder reads a treatise on alien behavior that someone sent him anonymously, sharing the most entertaining portions aloud with Scully.  

The B&B may or may not be haunted, but it's picturesque as hell.  They rent a car and drive into the woods and there it is, white clapboard and black gables spattered with wet leaves that the wind has pasted there.  The bed is deep and soft and they spend the weekend hiking, eating, drinking wine by the fireplace, and making love with no barriers between them, holding their hope cupped in their palms like a candle flame in a breeze.  

Scully doesn't get pregnant. It's just as well.  They keep going out on cases.  They dip in and out of the darkness of their own minds.  Krycek reappears, the bad penny forever turning up.  That's after the black oil, after the airport in Hong Kong.  

"I should have made him my best man," Mulder muses, when everything's over, because there's nothing to do but whistle in the dark.

"Frohike would have been a better choice," Scully demurs.  

At the reception, Byers gives a lovely toast and Frohike demands to dance with the bride.  Langly tries to DJ.  No one dances.  It's a small party, but Teena Mulder comes down.  She kisses Scully's cheek and presses a glass of wine into her hand.  "I said the seven blessings," she says.  "I always knew it would be you.  Fox will know what to do."  

He ducks his head.  "Thank you, Mom."

She reaches up and strokes his cheek.  "You're a good son, Fox.  I think you'll make a good husband."

"He is," Scully says fiercely.

Teena's eyes soften.  She nods.  They drink the wine and Mulder steps on the glass.  "Mazel tov," Teena says, and makes her excuses.

They don't tell anyone about the marriage, not even Skinner.  Scully wears her ring on the chain around her neck, next to her cross.  It seems safer that way.  They do move in together, quietly, submitting separate change of address forms weeks apart.  There's some kind of solace in coming to work in separate cars and opening the door of their new apartment to find the other one already waiting in a place that isn't filled with their own ghosts.  Mulder keeps his old place too; it's a convenient place to meet up with his informants.  

They fake his death there one day, when Scully is dying of cancer and Mulder is at the end of his rope.  He comes back from the land of the lost with a chip for the back of her neck.  Bill steps in front of him, a snarl on his face, but Maggie lays a hand on her son's arm.

"That's her husband," she says calmly, and weathers the hurricane of Bill's fury and confusion while Mulder coaxes Scully to sit up, kissing her dry cheek and whispering to her about miracles.  She has the little bottle in one hand and her rosary in the other.  

"You can't let go," he says.  "I know I said 'til death do us part, but Scully, that can't be now."  He kneels at her bedside and sobs against her thigh while she strokes his hair.  

"I'll do it," she says, and he can hear that there isn't really hope in her voice, but she wants to spare him the agony of never having tried.  

She gets better.  They go to the doctor to discuss the ova from the facility Mulder found.  The specialist thinks there's hope.  It takes a few months, but eventually the test comes back positive.  "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Scully," the specialist says, and neither of them correct her.  The conspiracy they've been unraveling may be so much lint and chaff, but this is real.  They put their hands together on her belly.

When they find Emily, the adoption agency is only too happy to let them fill out the paperwork.  A nice young married couple, steady jobs, maybe a little on the dangerous side, but at least they've got good insurance and a government pension, right?  And it can't be so risky, if Agent Scully is pregnant and still going in to the office.  They have to tell Skinner after that.  He doesn't look particularly surprised. They fly their daughter across the country and settle, dazed and dazzled, into some kind of routine.

At least their new place has a bedroom for her, and one for the baby on the way.  They burn through a lot of their sick days, but Emily begins to grow and thrive and Scully's belly rounds.  Mulder helps her with her reading at night; Scully coaxes her through math.  It works.  They're a family.   When they bring home little William, Emily is delighted.  

Cassandra Spender disappears from a bridge in Pennsylvania.  Her son batters down the door to the basement, but they don't know much more than he does.  Scully was home with Emily when the itching began, not in her neck but in her brain, but it was bathtime for Emily, and there were stories to be read, and then Mulder to hold her in the dark, and she never left DC.  

Diana Fowley strides back into their lives, bearing news of a psychic child.  She studies the ring on Scully's hand (no point in secrets anymore) and their family photos on the desk.  "Congratulations," she says in a deliberately even voice.  The door closes behind her with a click.  She doesn't come back.

They go to Texas while Maggie watches the kids.  Somehow they end up in Antarctica, but somehow they get back with all their fingers and toes and a few more insights into the vast global conspiracy that used to be the lodestar of their lives.  They lose the X-Files for a little while, but they have other things that are important, like where Emily's other shoe is and whether there are any clean bottles to store breastmilk in and why Mulder's mother sends such expensive presents.

(Scully never goes to Africa.  Mulder never goes to Oregon.  Despite it all, they have their health and strength.)

They're happy.  They still argue.  One Christmas Eve, Mulder convinces Scully to leave the kids at her mother's and takes her ghosthunting for old time's sake.  One strange day through a series of strange coincidences, Scully meets her ex at a hospital.

"All the choices we've made," she says later, blurry after a glass of wine, "they've all led to this moment."

"I'd make the same ones," he says.  

"Me too," she says, taking his hand.  "You know, the kids are in bed."

"Are you propositioning me, Agent Scully?" he asks, mocking outrage.

"It's my turn," she says, and leads him into their bedroom, and he thinks they just might live happily ever after after all.

[dontshootmespence]

Becoming Real: The New Addition

In this installment of Becoming Real, Diana has a baby just weeks before she’d supposed to finish medical school! @coveofmemories @the-slytherin-ice-queen @cosmicjennifer @mxolh @ultrarebelheart @remember-me-forever-silent-angel @tinyplanet-explorers @burnbrightdoll

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It was honestly a miracle that between Michael’s cases, Diana’s classes and clerkship, and the rapid pace of soon-to-be baby life, that Diana and Michael managed to carve out time for dinner with the grandparents to be about two weeks before her due date. “How are you feeling?” Luke asked as Diana waddled into the house.

“Fat! I’m feeling fat!” she laughed. Michael ducked into her and pecked her on the cheek, saying that no matter what size she was, she’d be the most beautiful woman in the world. “Other than that I’m okay. I’ve actually enjoyed pregnancy, but I’m a little bit over it now, because I have to pee every five seconds. Speaking of, I have to pee.”

She waddled as fast as she could past her dads, in-laws and husband. Finally, after going to the bathroom three more times, everyone sat down to dinner. “Do you have names yet?” Spencer asked. Naming Diana had come fairly easily to them, but neither Michael nor Diana had said anything about baby names for girls or boys.

JJ looked over excitedly. “Oh. Yes. Names? Do we have names? I need a name!”

“Sorry, mama,” Diana laughed, kissing her mother-in-law on the top of the head. “We are keeping that secret until he or she gets here.” Sitting had become bothersome as of late; Diana couldn’t sit still, so she walked around a lot. As she told JJ that they did in fact have names picked out for a girl and a boy, Will spoke to her stomach, telling the baby how much he couldn’t wait to meet his first grandbaby. “Ow!”

Out of nowhere, she grabbed her stomach and the room went silent. “Oh nooooo…” she said, looking down at her stomach and rubbing it gently. “You’re not supposed to be here yet. You have two more weeks.” 

She sat down, insisting to Michael, dads and in-laws that she wasn’t sure if it was full-on labor yet. “It still could be false contractions.” They went about dinner as normal, talking randomly about Diana’s impending graduation from medical school, a couple of lighter cases that Michael had taken on at the BAU, and the soon-to-be baby time that all the grandparents would have. To say they were excited was an understatement. “Gotta pee again.” 

Two minutes later, she came out of the bathroom. “I am, in fact, in labor.”

“Oh my god,” Michael said, standing up and clapping his hands. “This is happening. It’s actually happening. Are you okay?”

“Right now, yea. I may squeeze your hand off later. Is the baby bag in the car?”

Michael nodded as all the parents stood up and put on jackets, getting ready to leave the house. “I’m gonna be a grandpa. Babe, we’re gonna be grandpas,” Luke said. Both of her dads had been in a near constant state of emotion, as Diana’s due date grew closer. 

Fifteen minutes later, everyone made it into the hospital. “Hi, my name is Diana LaMontagne and I have a baby coming out of me,” she said to the woman at the desk. She laughed and led Diana into a room. Thankfully, there was a private room; she had absolutely no desire to share a room with another screaming, crying pregnant woman. She’d barely be able to stand herself. The contractions were about seven minutes apart now and they were painful, not excruciatingly so, but they weren’t fun – that she knew. 

“How are you feeling right now?” Michael asked, once Diana had got changed into a hospital gown and been situated on her bed. JJ couldn’t help but smile watching her son and his impending fatherhood; he looked so much like Will when he’d heard about Henry and Michael.

Diana pushed up, trying to comfortable, which was probably a futile effort. “They hurt, but so far I’m okay. All of the grandparents were in the room, and would be the entire time. Her only stipulation is that the only people who could actually look at the baby being born were Michael and JJ, because ‘husband’ and ‘did it before.’ The doctor came in a few minutes later and said she’d probably have a fairly short labor, especially for a first time mother. She was already dilated a little more than halfway. “I’m nervous.” She immediately closed her mouth as if she hadn’t intended to say it.

“For the actual birthing process or motherhood?” Spencer asked.

“Definitely both, but more so impending motherhood. What if I fuck this kid up?” 

Michael laughed and assured her that though they were both a little fucked up (who wasn’t really), they’d be fine. “We said the same thing once we knew we were having you,” Luke added. “I’m pretty sure I used a very similar statement actually. But you turned out fantastically well, so I think you’ll be okay.” 

It was still nerve-wracking. This baby was going to be dependent on her for a minimum of 18 years and more likely for the rest of his or her life; she just hoped she’d be able to do this little baby justice.

The next four hours went by and she was nearly dilated. Her contractions at this point were killer. “Oh my god, I literally feel like someone is ripping my body apart.”

“Technically that’s kind of true,” Spencer said, hesitating like he was going to say something else.

Diana glared at him. “Daddy, I love you, but I swear I will have to kill you if you give me facts about pregnancy and birth right now. I think I’m dying.” Michael repeatedly wiped her brow, the sweat pooling almost immediately after the towel left her head. “Okay, I’m getting that feeling like this is happening now and I want to push, so please go get the doctor so I can figure out whether or not I’m out of my mind.”

Will laughed out loud as Michael sped out of the room for the doctor. Again, very much like him when his kids were being born. “Hello again, Diana,” her OB said. “Let’s check you out. Yes, you are actually ready to push. Most first time moms don’t know that.”

“I’m graduating medical school in six weeks,” Diana huffed. “I’ve heard what this hell is like, but my god, I’m in pain. I want this kid out of me.” Michael bent down and kissed her head, while the grandparents took their places in the corner of the room.

For nearly half an hour, she pushed, sweating and crying through the fiery pain that was encompassing her body. At one point, Michael was sure she’s squeezed her hand off and as she looked around she saw her dads and in-laws in various states of happy tears and laughter. “You’ve got another push or two and your baby is here, Diana,” the OB said. “Push! 10, 9, 8, 7…”

She pushed down with all of her might, gritting her teeth through the pain, when suddenly she felt the bottom half of the baby slide out in one movement. Both mom and baby burst into tears as she was placed on her stomach. “It’s a girl!” Diana reached down and cradled her baby to her chest. “It’s a girl,” Michael said in amazement. “We made that.”

There was not a dry eye in the house, doctors included. While all grandparents immediately wanted to scoop the baby girl up, they didn’t, giving mom and dad time to adjust. “I have a granddaughter!” JJ cried. “Can we have a name now?”

Michael just stared at his daughter in awe as Diana spoke through the tears. “Molly Emma LaMontagne.” Considering Harry Potter had played such a big part in both their lives, and even their relationship when it was just starting out, they found it fitting to name their daughter after the badass Weasley matriarch. While they also could’ve named the baby after any number of badass women they knew, they decided against picking and choosing and finally settled on Molly. Emma was of course for Diana’s best friend, who’d stood by her through thick and thin.

Luke and Spencer bent down one after the other to give her a kiss on the forehead. “You did such a great job, baby girl,” Luke breathed, as he smoothed down her hair.

After taking Molly to get weighed and measured, she was placed in Diana’s arms, all swaddled up at 7 pounds 8 ounces and 20 inches long. “She so beautiful,” Diana cried. She never believed she’d be able to love someone so much. “Who wants to hold her first?”

All four grandparents raised their hands immediately, eventually deciding on passing her from the closest, Luke, then to Spencer, then JJ and finally Will. “I’m gonna text Emma and Alicia, try and feed her, and then I’m gonna take a nap.” Michael chuckled at Diana’s sleepy eyes. He couldn’t imagine going through that; she was his Wonder Woman.

Hey Emma, you and Alicia have a niece! Come over when you’re ready!

After sending the message, she took Molly and attempted to breastfeed for the first time. “Oh that’s weird,” she said, her mind immediately going to a Friends episode she remembered. So when Spencer asked if it was a bad or a good weird, she replied. “A wonderful weird.”

Shortly after, she fell asleep and Michael followed suit while the grandparents were there and more than willing to take care of baby Molly, so she woke up about an hour later when Emma and Alicia walked into the room. “Hi, Di,” she said softly, bending down to give her best friend a hug. When she looked to the side, Will was holding the baby. “That’s my niece!”

Alicia brought her hands up to her face and covered a sob. “What’s her name?”

Diana grabbed Emma’s hand. “Molly Emma LaMontagne.”

“You named her after me?” Emma sobbed. Alicia took Molly from Will and placed her in Emma’s arms. Michael immediately got up to allow her to sit down, because honestly he was still afraid someone was going to drop Molly and break her; she was so tiny. “Oh my god…��� she cried. “Hi Molly, I’m your Aunt Emma. That’s Aunt Alicia, and we love you so much. We’re gonna be the cool aunts you come to when mommy and daddy are pissing you off. Okay?”

A few moments later, Diana started to cry. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she said. “Hormones…I just love her so much.”

She was tiny, still a little pinkish, a lot squirmy, and already hungry again. But she was beautiful, and she was perfect.

[neon-lake]

Tag meme

Tagged by @unlimited-goldfish (thank you!! ♥)

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

LAST:

1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: mother 3. Text message: senior 4. Song you listened to: Diana Krall - Sway 5. Time you cried: a month ago?

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: no 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. Been cheated on: no 9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: yes 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: lilac, sky blue, pastel green

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes ♥ 16. Fallen out of love: yes 17. Laughed until you cried: don’t think so 18. Found out someone was talking about you: nope 20. Found out who your friends are: well... how would one go about doing this? 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: 95+%? 23. Do you have any pets: nope :c 24. Do you want to change your name: No 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: went out for a meal 26. What time do you wake up: weekdays: 6.30 am, weekends: 9-10 am, 11 am if left to my own devices 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: on my computer playing some games/scrolling through tumblr 28. Name something you can’t wait for: for national service to end 29. When was the last time you saw your mom? today 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Honestly I just wanna be able to sing really well. I don’t even wanna be a singer I would just really enjoy being able to sing along to my favorite songs and sound nice while doing it (this wasn’t written by me but i’m gonna leave it like this cos like DAMN i want to be able to sing well) 31. What are you listening to right now: Chantel Chamberlain - Smoke Gets in Your Eyes 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Nope 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: My boss 35. Mole/s: yeah 36. Mark/s: yep

37. Childhood dream: still the same - to be a chemist 38. Hair color: black 39. Long or short hair: short 40. Do you have a crush on someone: thankfully not 41. What do you like about yourself: ...i’m alive? ok maybe that’s not something i like xD 42. Piercings: nope 43. Blood type: A+ 44. Nicknames? ZA, lil bean, llama 45. Relationship status: single

46. Zodiac: Pisces 47. Pronouns: him/he 48. Favorite TV Show: Dr Who, Sherlock, Parks and Rec? 50. Right or left hand: Right  51. Surgery: nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: no 53. Sport: running away from my fears and responsibilities 55. Vacation: always great 56. Pair of trainers: yes

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: ate some chilli tapioca chips 58. Drinking: not atm 59. I’m about to: sleep 62. Want: to get this awful period of my life over and done with

63. Get married: HAH this ain’t happening here in my lifetime 64. Career: chemist

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs in general, kisses if with a partner (who am i kidding) 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: (are these about desired features in others?) not much of a preference? perhaps shorter though 68. Older or younger: ??? 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms xDD 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: no 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no 77. Turned someone down: no 78. Sex on the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: maybe, probably not 80. Had your heart broken: WEW ok let’s not go into this 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: yeah >_>

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84: Yourself: pfft 85. Miracles: no 86. Love at first sight: perhaps, not sure 87. Santa Claus: nope 88. Kiss on the first date: why not?

What happened to 89?

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: do i have one? 91. Eye color: dark brown 92. Favorite movie: perhaps a Studio Ghibli show?

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