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angel-of-the-moons · 14 days ago

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He's a god of fertility, among other things

Imagine if Y/N prayed to Khonshu for their own fertility and just

Khonshu appears, offers them help with fertility, he gives them a few options. Just the regular magic method of helping or he physically helps them get pregnant... with his child, of course

Like, hot, but also can you imagine praying to a god, they show up and basically say "okay I can help you the normal way, or we can do this the fun way and make a baby together"

Obviously Y/N agreed to have a kid with him cuz like. C'mon. Look at him

He's of course a very attentive father and partner afterward. He's not blind to the struggle new life brings along with the joy

Okay, okay, I know this isn't exactly what you were picturing but--

Wings of A Prayer

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Infertility problems, mentions of miscarriages, self-doubt, depression, suicidal thoughts, sort of alcoholism, fluff, hinted at sexy times but nothing is pictured, Marc and the boys learn that there's more to the pissy old bird than meets the eye! (Naturally canon-fudging and merging with the comics again) And a major time skip! My personal headcanon that Khonshu looks like Oded Fehr rears its head once more!

A/N: Whew... this one is long! Surprisingly, no smut in this one. But I realized I am sorely lacking on Khonshu fluff since y'all are almost always just as horny for him as I am. I also did some research and... Wow. Some scary stuff. I'm sorry if this strikes a painful chord with some of you. I had to stop writing this a few times and take a break because it was making me tear up.

It had been... horrible, to say the least. Your life had been one giant trainwreck so far. Your heart had been wanting for something for so long, and... Well...

Your apartment was a gray, flat... hollow living space to you. It was lacking in... something. And that something was a giggly, chubby, cuddly little person. You thought about getting a pet, but... there was an itching inside of you. And itching for something--someone--of your own.

You had been living on your own since cutting off contact with your parents; and dating had been an absolutely dog shit experience since your teen years. But as you got older, and your friends all went their separate ways, living their own lives and starting their own families, you realized... You wanted that. To be the home you never really had growing up, a source of unconditional love and understanding.

You weren't stupid--you did your research beforehand, looked into every legal document you could. Instead of getting pregnant, you'd looked into fostering or adoption.

But you just... you couldn't afford it. The cost of adopting would have bankrupt you, and your increasing financial instability as the economy fluctuated was an obvious deterrent for most agencies. The same was for fostering--you simply worked too much to bre as present as they wanted you to be for a foster placement. And it didn't help that your particular neighborhood wasn't... stellar or "perfect" for a growing child.

The worst insult, perhaps, was when you looked into IVF after adoption and fostering were out of the question. It sounded like the best option, and so you went to your doctor. As uncomfortable and relatively invasive as the pelvic exam and tests were, your doctor assured you a pregnancy was easy enough to accomplish with the fertility treatments if you were able to get into a program.

Only... you hadn't. Your insurance wouldn't even cover half of the procedures, and your heart was sinking at the thought of going bankrupt and not being able to afford the child you so desperately wanted.

That was a low blow, but, you knew you still had options. You could get pregnant naturally. The real trick was finding a man who was willing, healthy, and responsible enough to agree to father your child.

As distasteful as sleeping with someone relatively strange to you was, you made the decision to be tactful. You made a profile on a dating website with the clear intentions that you wished to find a partner that was clean of any STIs, drug or alcohol addictions, and wouldn't cause problems for you if the impregnation was successful.

And of course, you assured that should they not wish it, you wouldn't put them on a birth certificate or come after them for child support. It would be difficult, surely, but you knew you could manage. There was always well-fare and WIC to help out with needs, as well as a few charities you could apply to. Your elderly neighbors even agreed to watch over your baby when it was born because they didn't have any grandchildren of their own; and the presence of a baby would brighten up their droll days when you needed the occasional break.

When you found a partner who was ready and willing to commit to your "requirements"--especially the STI tests with you present to be sure they were not lying--you both agreed to meet several times a week at his apartment to get down to business.

You planned your meetings carefully around your ovulatory and menstrual cycles, drank and ate anything that supposedly "boosted fertility"; and took every vitamin under the sun to help ensure it.

And then, you got the most wonderful news. You had been late on your period for nearly two months. Missing the first month wasn't a cause for alarm; after all, you had relatively irregular periods--which your doctor assured were because of stress and diet problems--and you weren't insistent upon a pregnancy test until you began to get sick during random times of the day or night and your body began to ache in places it hadn't before, such as your breasts.

You got your blood tested at your doctor's office and sure enough... you were pregnant! You reached out to the father when you got home, and after some arrangements, he agreed to send an unofficial check to you for the baby at the start of every month, but he wasn't sure if he could promise to be present for their childhood; which worked fine with you. It was more than you expected, anyways.

You immediately began to budget, alongside with the financial aid of the father of your baby, and began to prep your bedroom into a shared nursery for your impending arrival.

And as you were settling into your new routine and adjusted workload, you awoke during one night with intense vomiting. As you perched over your toilet bowl, pain began to radiate from your abdomen and deep into your body and pelvis, like sharp, pulsing, searing pain from inside of you.

It wasn't until you stood up to wash your face and brush your teeth that you realized you were bleeding. Your sleep shorts stained a disturbing shade of red. You immediately panicked; and simply ignoring the cost of an ambulance, you called 911, and phoned the father of your baby as dread began to soak into every pore.

It wasn't for several hours after all the tests and exams that the doctor from the ER finally came in with a sad, pitiful look on her face as she delivered the news.

You lost your baby.

It felt like the world opened up beneath you and you were swallowed by a void. You didn't even know you screamed until your vision went black around the edges; prompting you to take a much-needed breath. The father of your baby was sympathetic, he talked calmly to you, rubbing your back and speaking with the doctors for you while you struggled to cope.

They kept you for another day (after giving you some pill) to make sure you... passed the remains of the fetus so you didn't get sick from retained products of the conception.

You fell into a deep depression after that.

Weeks afterwards, you were a drone. You woke up, ate, worked, showered, slept, and performed the same duties again and again as if you were on autopilot. The father of your baby, Alain, checked in on you now and again, and at some point even introduced you to his new girlfriend (who was confused by the awkward situation at first, but in seeing what had gone wrong in your life, felt more pity towards you than anything).

Your elderly neighbors cried for you, made you food when you felt the absence of the want to cook or eat; and said they would offer up prayers for you.

You began to hide how... rotten you felt on the inside, after that. You feigned your old, "normal" behavior if not to just get everyone to stop treating you like some... Faberge egg that needed delicate handling. A doll so fragile from trauma and abuse you had to be put on a pedestal to avoid getting any more broken.

But deep inside you, that raw, twisted, pained feeling festered like a bad wound. It worsened when you discovered that your doctor had been horribly, profoundly wrong.

Your reproductive organs weren't in "perfect, healthy" shape. You had uterine scarring that appeared to line up with what was called Asherman's Syndrome. Your uterine cavity, as such, had a buildup of scar tissue and caused it to shrink, and the resulting damage is what likely triggered your miscarriage.

The doctor that had diagnosed your condition became suspicious, and called for an investigation into your primary doctor.

Turns out, he was responsible for many, many misdiagnoses on over a dozen patients. Many of which required some women to have hysterectomies done to save them; or have to be rushed into cancer treatments immediately. One had unfortunately lost her life due to a misdiagnosis and a fallopian torsion that wasn't treated in time. She left behind a husband and three little children who had to grow up without their mother.

The resulting lawsuits caused a media circus; and once again your life was thrown into disarray when you decided to be a part of it, having to recite the trauma of losing your poor, little baby to a bunch of strangers.

Your heart festered with rage. If you had known that your body was incapable of the one fucking thing it should have been able to do naturally, that you were one different decision away from the heartbreak you now suffered--you would never had tried to get pregnant. But like many of his patients, you took his word for it because he seemed so trustworthy. And if you couldn't trust the person your health was so reliant upon... who could you trust?

The doctor lost his license, and went to jail for the wrongful death, medical negligence and manslaughter of the woman he failed to properly diagnose and failed to treat.

The settlements were of little comfort to you all; those who suffered now-lifelong health problems, the family mourning a beloved wife and mother... and you, who mourned the life of the baby you never even got to feel kick, let alone name.

Your neighbors, Ebony and Malcolm Harris; Alain and his now-fiance, Amelia, had formed a bit of a cushion around you. Having an explanation for your misfortune, and then the financial boost from the punishment of the one responsible aided the pain somewhat... But it still hurt you so, so much.

Part of the settlement included paid-for counseling for those affected, and you took it. As dry and sour as it felt to yet again revisit the pain, you went through it.

But it still didn't help you when you looked at the toys, the unused clothes and set-up crib still sitting in your room, never to be used.

You spent a lot of time on the roof of your apartment building, contemplating... something. You wouldn't take the pills the doctor gave you. All they did was make you feel groggy and... numb. That felt worse than the guilt and grief, it didn't help.

You weren't sure anything would. You just wanted the pain to stop. You wanted to feel something, again.

You just wanted to be a mother.

"Oh, she's so... she's so..." Ebony sniffed, wiping at her eyes with her handkerchief. Malcolm sat next to her, rubbing her shoulders and sniffling himself. They loved you like their own child. They had none to speak of, since their son died overseas almost 20 years ago. You were the first person whom they felt a familial connection with--who didn't treat them as pitiful, childless old folks who were one bad day away from a nursing home.

"We're so scared for her," Malcolm whispered, pursing his lips. Just like his wife, he loved you like a daughter, too. And seeing you so consumed with pain and want hurt him badly. "She's hurting so badly."

"She wanted to be a mama so badly!" Ebony warbled, her wrinkled hands trembling as her husband held her. "That poor baby just wanted her own baby! She was so excited! Showed us everything, talked about it--I even started knitting a blanket!"

Malcom's own nearly-withered features twisted in sympathetic agony, "Please... is there something--anything--you can do for her? Help her, somehow? Like you helped us?"

The man sitting behind the desk kept his hands linked together as he peered over them at the couple. It was true. He had helped them.

When Ebony grew I'l and eventually required dialysis, her body had been becoming increasingly weak and fragile; they were left without options. They tried prayers with pastors and in churches--but it didn't exactly do much with an absent god ignoring another desperate worshipper.

They were nearing the end of their rope when they heard through some whispers about him--the enigmatic "Dr. Moon".

They had only seen his face once, and that was after Ebony was miraculously cured following his strange "treatments", her kidneys back to functioning better than they had in her early 30s. After that, they attended private prayer sessions with him, the second high priest, after Marc Spector, whom he had only really interacted with a handful of times... And did not like how often he went against their god, Khonshu's word.

Begrudgingly, "Dr. Moon", later known to be one Yehya Badr, had started what would be known as the "Midnight Mission" with Spector. In his constant absence, the two agreed that it would work better if Yehya saw to the Mission while Marc traveled to hunt the cult of Ammit, and Khonshu's former high priest, Arthur Harrow.

And, while watching over the Mission and the innocent people... Yehya used his healing abilities and decided to open a free clinic from within the holy place. Many were hesitant to accept treatment from a religious institution, but soon patients and potential followers alike began to trickle in from the streets. People like Ebony and Malcolm.

Yehya felt for the couple and the story they now told him, his brow creasing beneath his white mask, mouth twisting into a pained frown. You sounded on the brink--ready to take one last hurdle into the beyond for the sake of the child you never got to hold.

"Healing something like that..." Yehya sighed sadly, standing up from his chair. The wheels squeaked softly as he pushed it back, and walked to the window that overlooked the street below. "...it won't be easy. I may not be able to do it alone, like when I treated you, Ebony."

"Can't you--can't you call on Him, again? Like you did before?" Malcolm pleaded earnestly. The love these two elders had for you touched him, made his own heart squeeze in his chest.

"Please... if--if His power can come from love, just--just take ours and give it all to her... please!" Ebony sniffled, burying her face in her hands.

Yehya swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly pulled his mask away from his face, walking over to take their hands in each of his. He could feel their heartache through their frail and gentle grip.

"I will see what I can do. Your faith--and love--might help this young woman you two adore so much. But I cannot predict how Khonshu will help her, should he choose to directly get involved."

Another repetitive day. You managed to force yourself to eat some takeout you had leftover from last night and microwaved that for dinner, eating alone in front of your TV as it droned on with some boring reality show you weren't really paying attention to anymore.

For the eighth time that week you contemplated packing away and donating all the baby items in your apartment. But every time you touched them you just broke down into a sobbing fit; your heart rending itself from the reality of what had gone wrong with you.

You couldn't even bring yourself to go into your bedroom, anymore. Everything was in there.

So, you'd taken to sleeping on your couch for the past few months. You only went into your room long enough to get things you needed, clothes and the like (the former just sitting in clothes hampers unfolded after laundry days) before fleeing in the bland space that was your meager living room.

After you finished eating, you sipped at the hard lemonade in your hand. Drinking to cope was bad, but something inside of you kept you from relying on it too heavily. And you never drank to get drunk; only enough to fuzz your senses enough to let you sleep on some nights.

And tonight was one of those nights.

You were on your fourth lemonade when the lights began to flicker in your apartment; your TV freezing frames when it began. Maybe your landlord was fiddling with the power to the building again?Had a fuse blown to the building? Whatever...

"I don't need this right now..." You grunted, taking a deep swig; one mouthful closer to the bottom of the bottle.

"Wasteful." A disembodied voice rumbled, making a chill creep up your spine.

"I... What--" Your head whipped around as you tried to figure out where it had come from--your TV was still frozen, so it couldn't have been that--you were still relatively sober so it couldn't have possibly been drunken hallucinations.

Suddenly, you jumped and yelled in surprise when the bottle went flying from your hand and smashed to bits on the wall, the drink within running down the drywall in rivulets from the impact.

"What the f--"

"My priest told me of you," The voice hummed. It felt as if something unseen was circling you like a predator does with its prey. "And of the pain you have endured, little one. There are those close to you who pleaded for my aid to help you, to heal you."

You felt the presence stop behind you, crowding you in and making your blood still within you; but you just couldn't bring yourself to turn around. The lights flickered weakly once more before going dead, as did your TV, swallowing you in darkness.

As your eyes adjusted to the inky darkness, this voice's words sunk in. "Heal you". "Help you".

"Who are you?" You swallowed.

"I am the god, Khonshu. I protect the innocent, I bring justice. I heal those that ask for it."

Yeah, no. You must have slipped and hit your head. You remembered Ebony and Malcolm saying they'd pray for you--but this was... this was impossible! But... some aching, gnawing, painful part of your heart begged for you to hear the voice out.

"How could you..." You cleared your throat, trying not to sound as scared as you felt. "How could you help me?"

"That remains to be seen." The voice replied with a thoughtful tone. "How do you wish for me to help you? I was told but precious little of your story--only from those around you. Not from you. What is it you wish my aid for?"

Your eyes slowly move to where you instinctively knew your bedroom door was. Even in the dark, you could feel the depressing aura clinging to the space call out to you like a siren in the black sea. The voice seemed to be able to "see" what you were looking at, as well.

Somehow--this Khonshu knew immediately what you were too scared to voice.

"I see." He told you, his voice growing soft and somber, if a touch sympathetic. His presence leaned away from you.

"You wish for me to heal the damage done inside of you?" He mused gently, "To enable you the ability to bear a child? It is easily enough done; but I sense something else bothering you."

Your hands knotted in the hem of your shirt; your stomach twisting itself into a nasty ball of writhing, anxious snakes.

"I... I can't go through it all, again." You croaked, your voice coming out hoarse. "The stress of finding... I just... I can't. It just... I don't want to--to risk it happening all over again, even if..."

"I see..." He murmurs again, giving you your space to breathe, "Then there may be another option--a guaranteed method--to ensure a healthy pregnancy and a healthy child..."

The way your heart hopefully leapt within your ribcage almost hurt--your stomach dropping into a pit. Sure, you may be going crazy and this could be a hallucination... But would it be so bad to give in, to live in some fantasy to alleviate the pain and grief you've been suffering with for nearly over a year?

"So you... you're... offering to... what, be the father of my baby?" You whispered.

A feather-light touch brushed your arm, the feeling warm and gentle on your skin, "Only if you wish it. I can help you, but only if you want me to. I can heal you, but only if it was what you truly want. When a child is produced, I will ensure there will be no struggles for you and the babe."

"You... promise? That it'll work?"

"I swear it."

You swallowed. Thinking hard.

But some part of you had already made a decision--and that part of you spoke: "Okay."

"Very well, then..." Khonshu murmured.

In the span of a breath, you felt large, warm arms wrap around your waist, tugging you close. And then, the next thing you knew... you were laying on your back, in your bed, with him hovering above your in the dark.

Even with the dim lights in the streets below barely filtering in through your blackout curtains, you couldn't clearly make out his appearance. The shadows that were being cast merely gave you an image that couldn't possibly have been true.

"Can I see you?" You whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Only if you wish it." He reminded you softly, his hand caressing your hip, beginning a slow, sweet trek up beneath your shirt.

"I do."

The dim light of the candle at your bedside table flickered to life--the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla filling your senses.

You finally got to see him. And you weren't afraid.

Marc felt uneasy as soon as they got off the plane, and Layla soothed him with a touch as she linked her fingers with his. He didn't like being here--the city was teeming with cruelty and injustice... and he knew Khonshu wouldn't let him rest long. Him, Steven, or Jake.

"Marc, just breathe." Layla said to him as she adjusted the strap of her travel bag with one hand, her other squeezing his. "It'll be fine. If Khonshu has a problem with you taking it easy--"

Layla scoffed, blowing a puff of air from out of her cheeks as they walked out of the terminal, Marc hauling their suitcases behind him, their wheels squeaking sadly beneath the weight. Some of their less... legal belongings were being smuggled in and would be delivered to their destination later in the night.

"Well, the old bastard can deal with it. I'ma here, and I'll pick up the slack if I gotta." She assured him.

Marc's shoulders sag; he can feel Jake plucking at the edges of his mind, giving him gentle reassurances and his oath that if anything happened; he would be the one to bear the brunt of Khonshu's work in his stead. Even Steven spoke up to voice his assurances that all would be well--after all, they had Layla with them!

"Yeah," He sighed, smiling at her and bringing her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles, "You're right. It's also just..."

"Just..?" She led on, quirking a brow at him.

"The last time Badr and I spoke, it kinda ended in a fist fight." He smiled warily.

"Oh, gods, of course it did..." She snorted.

"I mean, I shattered his nose and he broke one of my knees, so... Yeah. Bad." Marc grinned, earning an elbow to the ribs from his lovely wife.

"Can it, Spector. Don't make me worry about you even more!" She laughed with him.

"Ouch!" A man holding a dry erase board laughed; the writing on his sign clearly stating "SPECTOR" in bold black letters on it. He stood in front of a pristine white car. It was Marc's. Or, well... apparently it was Jake's... A purchase he'd made without Marc's knowledge at some point... like the limo back in London.

Jake would apparently make spare cash when he would take over while Marc slept and Steven lay buried. All without their knowledge, of course...

"Hitting you with the Spectorrrr, is she?" Jean-Paul grinned, his thin, pointed mustache quirking like a fidgety caterpillar. "So cruel!"

"Well, he deserves it." Layla grinned, leaning in to hug him, "Frenchy! So good to see you! How've you been? How's Rob?"

"Happy as a clam in some nice clean water! And my physical therapy has almost concluded." Jean-Paul smiled, kissing each of Layla's cheeks in an affectionate greeting when she asked about his lover.

He lifted his eyes to spot Marc, bringing him in with a closed fist to give a shoulder-hug, "I'm glad you've gotten yourself sorted, Marc. Rob and I were worried about you!"

"As sorted as a guy with two other guys living inside his head that's in service to a pissy god can be, anyways..."

"Ahhh... Right. Right." Jean-Paul said, clicking his teeth as he popped the trunk to the car so Layla and Marc could load their things up. He opened up the back door for them to climb into the backseat."

"Hey, I can always drive us, Duchamp." Marc smirked at him, the corners of his eyes creasing in humor, "After all... it is technically my car."

"No, no--" Jean-Paul grinned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Let me do it, c'mon. It gives me something to do, today!"

Layla nudged Marc with a giggle and he relented, climbing in behind her.

Marc sighed as Jean-Paul helped them unload their bags, his eyes following Marc and Layla's to the building in front of them; the doors decorated with carved crescent moons in the frosted glass.

He had been to the Midnight Mission only a handful of times--and every one of those times was to assist Marc as his pilot during intense missions for Khonshu. And he of course met Yehya Badr, the two men had a respectful relationship. He himself had conducted a few healing rituals to help with the phantom pains Jean-Paul occasionally felt in his legs.

But he knew that Badr and Marc didn't always get along; Yehya being a die-hard and devout follower of Khonshu and Marc being a bit of a renegade who tended to go against his word and do things his own way. And he knew it had been a few years since the two parted on... well--rather bad terms.

"Well, better get the torture and inevitable lecture over with..." Marc grunted, shouldering one of the duffels. Layla helps gather the rest, letting Jean-Paul close the door and trunk.

As they crossed the threshold, Jean-Paul winced, "Oh, right! There's something you should know about, by the way..."

Marc looked at him over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Well, Yehya isn't the only one who lives in the Mission anymore." Jean-Paul grinned as their floors squeaked on the waxed marble floors.

"Okay, and...?"

He rubbed his mustache with his index finger, smiling a little bashfully as he looked away. "Well, er... it's kinda... Uh, awkward... Well, I mean, that is--"

"Spit it out, Frenchy." Layla smiled, rolling her eyes.

A door could be heard swinging open from somewhere down the hall as they leave the foyer, and Frenchie laughed, grinning from ear to ear as a small, rambunctious human suddenly appeared, colliding with Marc's legs and wrapping her arms around his legs and giggling.

"Daddy!" She giggled excitedly, rubbing her face on his jeans.

Marc on the other hand, began to immediately panic--his eyes going wide as he looked to Layla, whom in turn looked at Marc with her eyebrows risen the highest on her brow Marc has ever seen--awaiting an explanation.

Marc began to sweat, "Baby, I swear to God I didn't--"

The child looked up at him, and frowned. Her little brows creased and she pouted, her bottom lip poking out as she studied Marc. "...Oh." She said dejectedly, sighing deeply. "You're not my Daddy."

Marc's heart felt like it was gonna explode--Jake and Steven had come to co-front to see what all the fuss and anxiety was about. Steven immediately began to go on about how darling the girl was, her shiny and clear her eyes were--how smart and at the same time seemingly ancient they looked. Like polished obsidian stones, a dazzling array of lights shimmering from somewhere deep within.

Jean-Paul laughed and clapped his hands, his face turning red from the force of his laughter. The child brightened up and rushed towards him, allowing him to scooped her up and swing her in a circle, "Hello, petit gâteau!" He crooned, kissing the girl's cheeks.

"Uncle Frenchy!" She giggled as he swung her around one last time before setting her down.

"Yes, yes, it's been a while! A whole week!" He grinned down at her, letting her hang off of his hand. She swung from it for a moment, studying Marc and Layla curiously, the fabric of her dress flowing almost like water as she did so.

"This is--well, I guess this could technically be your... er..." Jean-Paul smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Your big brother Marc? And Layla, his wife."

Marc and Layla's jaws dropped, their confusion and curiosity only growing more and more.

(Oh, this'll be good...) Jake snickered, rubbing his chin. Through their reflections in a nearby portrait, Marc could see Steven elbow him.

'Ay, lay off! We can be curious without bein' rude about it, yeah?' The Brit huffed.

Jean-Paul was about to explain, but...

"Savah!" You sighed in relief, running out to see them. You knew Jean-Paul, from his healing sessions with Yehya and how he loved to babysit your daughter. He was apparently a trusted friend and ally of "Moon Knight's" so you knew he was harmless.

"I... agh. I'm so sorry if she jumped you..." You smiled apologetically at them as you scooped her up, bouncing the tot on your hip as she giggled into her hands. "We were playing hide and seek--and she must have slipped out when I wasn't paying attention!"

Steven couldn't help but squee at how adorable the girl was, Jake had to concede that, yes... she was stinkin' adorable. Even Marc was having a hard time arguing the point, and he was very, very awkward with kids.

"Savah, it's one thing to go up and hug your Uncle Frenchy, but it's another to go up to strangers you don't know." You say, gently scolding her. Her little grin falters, and she frowns cutely.

"I felt it... I thought it was Daddy..." She mumbled, plucking at one of the buttons in your blouse.

"Felt" it?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and looking back at Marc and Layla.

"Right! That brings us to the introductions, eh?" Jean-Paul spoke up, rubbing his hands together. "This is Layla el Faouly--er, well, actually Spector now, ain't it?--and Marc Spector, her husband. He's the Moon Knight."

Marc jumped, his eyes going wide at how casually Jean-Paul had introduced him with his mystical alter-ego, barely even registering it when he introduced you by name; "And this lovely little bon bon, is Savah, her daughter."

"Ohhhh..." You said, your posture relaxing, "That's why she got her "funny" feeling! Sorry, she thought you were her dad."

"I, uh... No harm no foul, but..." Marc laughed nervously, smoothing his hair back, "I could've lived without the heart attack of me possibly blacking out and oops'ing a baby with somebody at some point in time..."

Layla actually laughed, "Oh, please... like you have game with anyone but me, Marc."

He looked at Layla and deadpanned; "Yeah, well, you'd be surprised at how many people swoon for Jake's "Spanish charm"."

You blinked, looking at Jean-Paul for an explanation, and he gestured to continue down the hall, "Ah... let's go and... get some tea, hm? Explain a little bit."

"Right, right, I've never actually met this one." You reply, nodding.

"Mhmm, and he definitely doesn't know about you."

Basic introductions happened over warm cups of tea in one of the furnished rooms off the foyer. Badr had shaken hands with Marc, surprisingly polite and almost friendly before he briefly turned his attention to little Savah, helping fix her doll she had accidentally popped the leg off of when she got too rough, and ruffled her hair before leaving once more.

However... Jean-Paul had yet to fully introduce the two of you to the couple. He mostly let Marc and Layla explain who they were, and what they had been doing. Since obviously, you were so trusted as to even know about Yehya's identity as Hunter's Moon; they trusted to tell you about hunting Ammit, and ultimately defeating her.

It was less than an half an hour after that, that Savah suddenly perked up again, hopping up and down into place, her eyes sparkling even brighter. The glimmering lights in her dark depths caught Marc's attention, stopping him dead in the middle of his sentence, "Uh..."

"Oh... look's like he's home after all... wonder what he was waiting for?" You muse, smiling at your daughter happily, watching her as she ran to the door when it began to open.

A man walked in, then; with tanned ski, graying black hair, and a short beard walked in; his white suit crisp and immaculate. His hazel eyes were stern, his chiseled features only softening as Savah rushed up to him, holding her arms up expectantly until he picked her up and cradled her body gently against his, kissing her forehead gently.

"Daddy!" She squealed, giggling as she tried to wrap her tiny arms around him. It was now pointedly obvious this man was indeed to be her father--especially because of how many of his facial aspects she had. She had your skin tone and hair color, but certainly had his looks...

You rose from your cushioned seat and walked over to them, brushing your nose affectionately against his with a smile as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"See? See?" Savah said excitedly, grinning like mad. "I told you I felt Daddy! I always do!"

"Yeah, you do, munchkin. Yeah, you do." You snorted, shaking your head.

Jean-Paul cleared his throat and awkwardly stepped around the three of you; "Well... I guess I don't have to do the rest of the introductions after all... I'll see you two later!"

"Bye bye!" Savah called out to him as the door shut with a faint click behind him.

Savah's father looked at Marc with a rather bored expression, almost... annoyed, really. Gave Layla the same look, as well. Marc rolled his shoulder stiffly, suddenly very uncomfortable under his unflinching gaze.

"It took the both of you long enough to get here." He said in almost a sneer; his voice unmistakably, painfully familiar.

Layla and Marc shot to their feet, almost falling over themselves as the realization dawned on them. Jake and Steven were in an uproar within Marc's mind.

"Khonshu?!" They both cried.

His brow quirked upward in an unimpressed gesture, "Gah. How can you two be so perceptive when hunting artifacts and evildoers, but cannot pick up on this? I am disappointed in you, Marc. You should have figured it out, first."

"Th-that's why her... her eyes--?!" He sputtered.

Finally, the corner of Khonshu's mouth tilts upwards in a cocky smirk; his eyes flashed an almost blinding white. And when Savah looked at the both of them, they could see the lights in her eyes swirl and shine even brighter in tune with Khonshu's, shifting and dancing until they briefly solidified in an unmistakable crescent-shape before parting in a fractured dance, again.

"Yes, this is my daughter." He stated proudly, his arm tightening around you a fraction, "And my wife."

"Wife, huh? When did that happen?" You snorted, giving him a snarky look.

"I assumed it happened sometime after Savah was born." He hummed, his snark matching your own, "After all, you live under my roof, mother my child, sleep in our bed..."

You rolled your eyes and elbowed him, "Smartass."

You looked at the couple across the room and smiled awkwardly, "I never did get to explain much... But, since that's outta the way... mind explaining to me why there's such a weird vibe in the room, right now?"

Marc and Layla merely blinked at you, before once again exclaiming in unison:

"You had Khonshu's god-baby?!"

#🌙 answered #moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #layla el faouly #khonshu #khonshu x reader #Khonshu x you

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year ago

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“they were just being mean-“

“what’s their name, house address and parents name”

with dad!lance??

Cw: kids being mean, mentions ivf treatments consequent of fertility issues

You couldn't wait to get home to your family, so when your feet touched the wooden floor of the corridor, you couldn't believe it, thinking you were dreaming of this moment. But alas, the words coming out of your husband's mouth caught you off guard as he answered your daughter.

"They were just being mean-", Addalynn tried to reason as Margot looked between them two. "What's their name, house address and parents' names?", Lance asked just as you crossed the corner to find them in the living room.

"Hello, my loves. What's happening here?", you wondered, seeing Margot babble as she crawled to your feet, wanting your attention after being away from you and given that her father and sister seemed to be having a conversation of their own.

While you picked your youngest daughter up, Lance clarified, "Addy, sweetie, do you want to tell mummy?", he checked with her.

"Today, in one of the breaks at school, a boy and a girl came up to me - they're from the older classes - and said that you were very very sick and that's why me and Margot weren't supposed to be here, that we shouldn't be in here because you were sick", she shrugged, "then they started calling me names and I just ran away from them because I didn't want to give them any attention", she sniffled, the situation still getting to her.

"Oh, my love", you cooed, sitting next to her as you balanced Margot on your lap, "it's okay if what she said hurt you and made you sad, and it's okay to cry about it", you comforted, "but they were just being mean", she said, "they're always doing this to other kids, too", she admitted and as if you hadn't been already angry enough, that surely did it.

"Well, while I think it's a good idea to mention this to your teacher and see when they can speak with us, I don't think going up to their houses is a good one", you looked at Lance whose foot tapped incessantly on the floor.

"We love you, Addalynn - and you too, Margot-, so so so much", Lance said as he sat next to her, "mummy isn't very sick and you and Margot are our biggest blessings, okay? Don't let anyone else make you question or doubt that for a second, okay?", Lance assured as you had a big family hug.

After some comforting cuddles, you put Margot down for her nap while Addalynn worked on a puzzle, leaving you and Lance to have the proper adult conversation. You were typing away on your phone, fingers tapping the screen aggressively, "what are you doing, love? Careful with that", he chuckled.

"I'm giving her teacher a piece of her mind. It's not the first time I've heard about these two kids, Lauren's mother told me about them the other day and the teacher said she would sort it out and what? They just go after another kid, my kid!", you huffed as Lance recognised the mama bear instincts kicking in.

"I thought that we should have good, adult ideas", he teased, knowing you wouldn't take it to heart as he felt the same way, "I don't care, I'll go talk to the kids and their parents if I need to. No one is allowed to talk about that or in that way to my children", you argued.

"Are you okay?", he wondered. The topic was your own, and you had to live with it, so it's not like it caught you unprepared. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm not ashamed of it and certainly not ashamed of the family we've created, our family. Those kids, though, oh, I'm going to make sure their parents know what they are up to and if they're embarrassed or ashamed, sounds like a them problem, not ours".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

#lance stroll blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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sniigura-archive · 9 months ago

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Reader finds out their infertile. Adams reaction/response?

HMMMM ok i have lots of thoughts about this. this like college/modern/human au

cw/tw: talks of medical procedures, fertility treatments, pregnancy, surrogacy, adoption

so! i think adam wants children, it would be very much a dealbreaker for him in a long term relationship if his partner was child free

so now we come to the infertile part. infertile doesn’t immediately mean you can’t have any children, he’d be down to every life style, diet change it would help with your fertility

he’d want you to at least try IVF 😭😭 but it’s also an invasive procedure so he gets if you didn’t want to continue if it failed

surrogacy is also an option, but only!! if it’s your eggs and his sperm. otherwise he wouldn’t like it much. if this is a route you choose it end with like 2/3 children

in the end, even if he wants his bloodline to continue, he’d be down for adaptation. it could be a mix of everything so he gets his wish of a big family. if it was an adaptation it would be no secret in the family, since it would be harmful for the child when it comes out/ if they don’t look similar to you guys anyways

he would be sad about the infertility, that’s no secret. but he also realises what he wants most is to experience parenthood with you. he’d get over it. then he makes jokes about saving money on birth control and how he’s happy he doesn’t need to pull out. only tries to see the positive parts after laying face down on the floor for a few days

#ask

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curreres · 7 months ago

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(davika hoorne) [THE GARGOYLE]. Please welcome [PRASONG "BUNNY" KHUNANIKAHPA (SHE/THEY)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [29]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [THERAPIST]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

data.

— full name: prasong "bunny" khunanikahpa

— alias: bunny (prefers to go by bunny, does not go by prasong)

— age/birthday: 29 years old, april 10th

— zodiac: aries sun

— gender/pronouns: non-binary, she/they

— sexuality: pansexual

— occupation: therapist

visuals.

— face claim: davika hoorne

— height: 5'10"

— distinguishing features: has severe resting bitch face, seems very unapproachable. doesn't smile very often. incredibly good poker face. tall for a girl, wears heels often on top of that. not incredibly good at styling with what's in fashion, but always looks clean and well-groomed. smells like cucumber and mint.

personality.

— general: is a lot kinder than she appears to be. cares a lot for people, but is very good at not allowing herself to be walked all over (the exception to this is with her sister, who she would do literally anything for). doesn't have a large circle of friends but is fiercely loyal to "her" people. quiet, not shy but is very intentional with her words.

— positive: rational, determined, informed, intentional

— negative: overly-critical, combative, independent to a fault

biography. (cw for pregnancy)

bunny was her parents first child. her parents are both hard-working immigrants from thailand who did everything that they possibly could to provide for their daughter; and though they didn't have much, bunny was very aware of their sacrifices from a young age and as a result was very grateful. years passed and as her parents' financial situation began to improve, they had another child -- her younger sister, opal. bunny loved opal from the moment she saw her, always begging to hold her and choosing to look out for her sister. her parents doted on opal, but bunny did too, so it didn't upset her.

however, as they grew older and her parents continued to shower opal with gifts and attention, leaving bunny out, she realized that the trend wouldn't end. bunny began to pull away from the family, choosing instead to busy herself with school, after school activities, and friends -- though her parents always insisted that she take opal with her wherever she went. despite herself, bunny began to resent opal. after all, everything changed when opal was born.

despite everything, though, she kept that mean, nasty feeling to herself. she loved her sister too much to ever talk about her true feelings, and she knew it wasn't really opal's fault. she felt guilty about her feelings as well, and when the opportunity to head out of state for college arrived, bunny took it immediately. it was during her time in college that she met arlo through a wine and paint night she was attending with a college friend, and the two started up a friendship that slowly, over the years, evolved into something more than friends. they got together and eventually started talking about having kids -- due to bunny's medical issues, it was decided that arlo would carry their baby with their friend, arthur, as their donor.

they set out on a road trip accompanied by arlo's best friend, raine, and bunny's younger sister, opal. unfortunately, this road trip was also how they ended up stuck in huntsville in may, and shortly after they discovered that the ivf treatments worked. bunny immediately went to work seeking out therapy clients, determined to make sure that they were as comfortable and prepared as they could be with their baby.

connections: here.

#「 intro. 」#huntsvilleintro #「 bunny: intro. 」#pregnancy tw

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94monkeys · 3 years ago

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Funny anesthesia story

I have been doing IVF and I had my retrieval surgery two days ago. I don't have the full results yet but I gotta share this...

They put me under briefly for this surgery—I don't know the technical term, but it was the kind where you have extra oxygen but not a breathing tube.

The last thing I remember was hearing the opening bars of the song "Old Town Road." It was the Billy Ray Cyrus version (a song I am familiar with but I probably haven't listened to in full since 2019.) I remember saying something to the nurses like "good song!" or whatever. Then I woke up.

But did this actually happen or was I hallucinating? I'm never going to know and I can't stop thinking about it! It seems likely that they were playing music during the procedure (many surgeons do); it was a huge hit and the kind of song that a lot of people who don't listen to either country or Lil Nas X have casually heard here or there. (I'm more of an "Industry Baby" but that is neither here nor there!)

This is my personal Mandela effect. I need Mystery Show to come back and investigate this. It feels good to think about this and laugh while we wait for final results and consequences that just won't be this funny. Even in the midst of very serious conversations life is so weird and funny sometimes.

#cw surgery #cw infertility #infertility #ivf treatment #cw ivf

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fatphobiabusters · 3 years ago

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[PHOTO ID: Three photos of an article from the June 2022 issue of Good Housekeeping. First image is a flesh tone title page, on it sketches of pear shaped women are seen, they are curly and faceless reminiscent of a fashion doodle, they have various skin tones and are standing in different poses. The other two images are of the article itself transcribed below. END ID]

CW: o word, healthism

Transcript: Titled “Why we’re saying bye to BMI” followed by “When it comes to your health and happiness, Good Housekeeping is committed to providing the most relevant and reliable information. Th more we’ve reported on body mass index, a widely used but flawed measure of health, the more we’ve grown to see that thee are more accurate and less stigmatizing indications of overall health to include in our coverage. To understand- and to lean what these are- read on. By Kaitlyn Pirie”

“It’s all by impossible to see a doctor without hopping on the scale and being told your body mass index (BMI), a number calculated b dividing your weight in kilograms by your height in meters squared. The concept originated in the 1800s as a way to categorize the population by weight, says Amy Lee, MD, an internal medicine physician and weight specialize in South California. People are “In a range of ‘underweight’, ‘normal’, ‘overweight’ or ‘obese,’ she says. As Benign as that may sound, many experts are realizing that there are problems wit the measurement and that the way it is applied can do more harm than good. The issue is complex, but here ar just a few reasons:

“Overweight” is not a synonym for “unhealthy.”

“While higher BMI is correlated with certain conditions on a population level, there is littler evidence that higher weight cause these in individuals. Yet with so much emphasis in our culture on thinness and BMI, things can get oversimplified. In some cases, people with high BMIs are denied treatments (such as IVF or surgeries), or weight loss is presented as a secure all. Consider a patient with knee pain: ‘If the patient is fat, the doctor may diagnose weight as the problem, prescribe weight loss as the treatment, and send them as their way without further diagnostic tests or treatments,’ says Paula Brochu, PHD, an associate professor in the College of Psychology at Nova Southeastern University who studies weight stigma. ‘But if the person is not fat, they are much more likely to receive scans and treatment for the knee pain at the time of complaint.’ Not only might the doctor miss a problem that would have been visible on an X-Ray or other imaging, but being mistreated can discourage bigger people from seeking medical care, possibly worsening health issues.

In truth, you can be heavy and healthy - or thing and less so. ‘One large study examined peoples cardiometabolic health across the BMI spectrum and found that nearly half of all overweight people and nearly one third of obese people were metabolically healthy,’ says Brochu. Almost a third of normal weight people were not. ‘Researches estimated that nearly 74 million adults in the US have their health misclassified on the basis of BMI,’ she says.”

“Race and ethnicity matter.”

“While BMI is calculated the same way fore everyone, research shows the significance of the number to be different for different groups. ‘For the Indian population, we know their chances of [issues associated with] metabolic syndromes like diabetes and heart disease go up at a BMI of 27,’ says Saniea Majid, MD, FACS, FASMBS, a board-certified obesity specialist is Livingston NJ. That’s lower than the BMI of 30 associated with the same issues in white people. The number is even lower for people of Taiwanese descent, adds Dr Majid. SO someone who thinks they're in the clear with a BMI under 30 may actually be at serious risk. Other research has shown that the BMI associated with living longest is around 23 to 23 for white people but 23 to 30 for Black people- ie a higher BMI could be beneficial for Black people. While medical weight stigma and inadequate care are bad for all, misclassifying Black people as overweight may add to an already wide racial health disparity.”

“BMI doesn't take body shape or composition into account.”

“As a result, muscular people are often classified as overweight, says Dr Lee, leading to stigma and denial of treatments. BMI calculations also don't factor in where you carry your weight. Studies show that a higher waist-to-hip ratio is more closely linked to heart attack risk than BMI, whereas having bigger hips does not seem to pose as similar risk.”

“A higher BMI does not mean higher mortality.”

“Many people are surprised to learn that those who are overweight have lower mortality risk than normal weight people and that people who are obese have the same mortality risk as normal weight people, says Brochu.”

“Why is BMI still used?”

“The data point is easy to calculate and cheap to measure, and its the basis of decades of health research. It is also entrenched in our health care system. For example, BMI is baked into the coding system that doctors use to let insurance companies know what they’re billing for. Also, many doctors, including Dr Majid, find it a helpful screening tool when used in conjunction with other measures. These include blood pressure, pulse, cholesterol, fasting sugars, fatty liver disease and bod composition as well as ‘a conversation based on a patients ethnicity, family history, lifestyle, age, activity level and whether someone is perimenopausal,’ Dr Majid says. Other medical doctors, however, as well as psychologist such as Brochu, fell that the use of the BMI leads to too my emphasis on weight in medical setting and fuels the mistaken belief that thinness equals health. ‘It focuses on weight loss as a health outcome, and by and large weight loss is advocated at any cost, which often leads to harm,” Borchu explains. ‘A focus of health rather than weight provides more support to patient of all sizes.’”

In the periwinkle rectangle it reads:

“Our Commitment”

“Good Housekeeping will avoid relying on BMI as a marker of health in our reporting, and if we determine that we must mention it, we will point out its limitations. How much emphasis you give to this measurement, or to body weight at all is between you and your provider. If you decide to deemphasize weight as a measure of your own health or happiness, you can ask your provider to do the other tests noted here (such as blood pressure, pulse and cholesterol) without having you step on a scale. ‘People have the right not to be weight and not to consent to discussing their weight,’ Brochu says. If you would rather not be weighted but aren't sure how to say so, visit more-love.org for helpful phrases to us as well as small cards you can give to providers to express your preference.”

Additional thoughts from mod squirrel below:

I read many “family” or “womens” magazines for a lot of reasons but suffice to say these magazines are going to people who are likely the backbones of families. The fact this information is likely to reach so many people, people who can advocate for fat children, who can model good behavior for others both in their families and communities is so so important. Depending on the magazine they can skew conservative, I personally find GH to be middle of the road, and thats great!

#mod squirrel #healthism #medical fatphobia #bmi

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mallowstep · 3 years ago

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does tigerstar force mistyfoot to go through fertility treatments in the human au? as part of all the unnecessary medical examinations n stuff? or is it just like, surprise! THREE of them for the price of one.

no yeah he does.

uh. cut for

cw: medical abuse, forced pregnancy, referenced sexual assault

so i've been fiddling with some ideas and timelines and such bc i needed mistyfoot to Not Get Pregnant for nearly six years. which is a Long Time.

anyway, my initial plan was: iud. i then was considering birth control implant bc then i could have a dramatic party scene of tigerstar wrapping his hand around mistyfoot's arm and she doesn't know that he knows but oh is he LIVID

unfortunately, i don't think that would work due to timing issues. planned parenthood my beloved <3

anyway, back to iud. i don't know how tigerstar finds out Yet, or. i have a Few ideas but i don't want to commit to any yet, but he's so pissed. like. angry for weeks to months about this.

like he is Raving. mistyfoot could have had So Many Children in the past five years and she was lying to him and was mudfur in on this? fuck. he's so mad.

also some of the people who are sympathetic to mistyfoot are also mad at her. she doesn't deserve it but they see her lying to tigerstar as setting this whole thing up.

anyway, he has it removed, but mistyfoot still isn't getting pregnant because uh you know. stress does that to you.

so tigerstar has mudfur, local blackmailed doctor (please don't question why mudfur is able to do this without ever attracting suspicion bc i don't know except that he gets his license revoked when this is all done that man is not allowed to practice medicine bc of this shit), do some hormone shit

basically you can -- so you can take the hormone that you take for ivf, bc that stimulates eggs, but not do the ivf part. that's a way to do things. so that's what tigerstar does, and about 10% of women who have that treatment have triplets.

older women are more likely to have multiple births anyway.

but tigerstar goes for that over ivf bc he would rather have children as Naturally As Possible. something something god's plan.

lucky you, mistyfoot, except not really bc it means u start showing earlier and tigerstar, like five or six years after he decided he wanted you to have his kids, is going to be aggressively objectifying, patronizing, and humiliating. sorry.

#ask #anon #human misty au #mistystar #tigerclaw

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scoopsahoy · 4 years ago

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i just read ur fic about getting pregnant with steve and was wondering if u could write one about the reader and steve struggling for a few years to get pregnant, and she has an emotional breakdown one night bc she doesn't feel like enough for him because it's been pushed on her that women's only jobs are to have kids and shes like "i cant even do that so how am i supposed to please you" and he comforts her and makes her feel better

ぺ word count ⋰ 2.3k

✰ tw ⋰ none :)

❍ cw ⋰ swearing, mentions of sex

✐ masterlist

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You sat on the toilet seat with your leg bouncing, anxiously waiting for the pregnancy test results to show up. This had become a new norm for you: getting pregnancy tests and anxiously awaiting the results. And you were sick of it.

It took a toll on you. Getting a negative result every single month for four years straight was stressful mentally and physically. You’d had a migraine for at least three and a half years, and no medicine helped. You were always nauseous and sick, which your gynecologist said was normal in your situation. You were always tired and sad, which affected your job and your relationship with Steve.

You knew he was just as tired of it as you were, and you knew he was probably exhausted from having to care for you all the time.

It had also taken a toll on your sex life. At this point, you two only had sex to reproduce. You rarely finished and always denied his offers to help you. You would always flip yourself upside down afterward to help the sperm enter your uterus.

You’d both been to the doctor multiple times to see which one of you was fertile. Steve was one hundred percent fertile, while you had less of a chance of getting pregnant that you should’ve had.

You’d been to multiple IVF appointments as well. It wasn’t Steve’s favorite thing in the world to go into a room alone and masturbate to porn to provide sperm samples.

At this point, he didn’t enjoy looking at other women to get off, so you had taken pictures of yourself to give him.

The first few times it was awkward for him afterward, but you assured him there was nothing uncomfortable about it.

You’d probably spent over ten thousand dollars on it, and it was heartbreaking each time it didn’t work.

At the end of the five minutes, you grabbed the test out of the sink, feeling a pain in your heart at the single line.

You tossed it back into the sink as you stood up, feeling tears slide down your face. Your back hit the wall and you slid down until you felt yourself land on your ass.

You pulled your knees into your chest, propped your elbows on them, and put your hands into your palms.

You couldn’t help but sob. You and Steve had been trying for four years to conceive. And, despite everything mentioned, none of it worked. This was one of your last straws, a wave of sadness washing over you.

You both desperately wanted kids, preferably two or three. But at this point, you’d be lucky to even have one.

Steve made it clear that in the end, if you couldn’t have children of your own, he’d be perfectly okay with adopting, or just not having any. And you agreed.

However, you had the longing to create your own child. Everything from the pregnancy, to giving birth, to raising that child from the moment they came out, until the moment they could care for themselves. You wanted that more than anything, but you’d be happy to adopt if you were infertile.

But sitting on the bathroom floor knowing that every effort you made — propping yourself upside down after sex, aforementioned IVF treatments, tracking your cycles, staying healthy, etc. — didn’t work, made your heart hurt.

You wondered if you were good enough for Steve, if you could really give him what he wanted. If he was genuinely happy with trying to have kids for years on end and being unsuccessful. You wondered if that was what he wanted, if he was still happy with you.

Your sobs filled the bathroom, making you glad Dustin wasn’t there.

Dustin was your younger brother, and currently, he was at the arcade. He knew about your struggle to have kids, and he usually tried to help, whether it was with the foods you ate, or getting you vitamins, making sure your mom didn’t keep her alcohol where you could get to it, etc.

You thought it was sweet how much he wanted a niece or nephew, always talking about babysitting them and allowing them into the party.

You always made sure he was gone when you took pregnancy tests. You loved him, but comfort wasn’t his strong suit. Sometimes it would work just because of the effort, but sometimes it would make you feel worse. So, you figured the easiest way to avoid that was to make sure he wasn’t there.

The rest of the party was also anticipating you getting pregnant. Max, Eleven, and Nancy all said they would help her with girl things like periods, dating, and other things boys didn’t understand.

And Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Will, and Jonathan all said they would indoctrinate him/her into their Dungeons and Dragons campaigns.

It made you cry the first time you found out how excited they were to have a new member of the family.

But you hated making them wait. Dustin and Robin were the only ones who knew how long you’d been trying, so the rest of them kept jokingly bugging you about them getting a new DnD member.

When Steve got home from work, he found you crying on the bathroom floor. He looked in the sink, seeing another negative test.

He sat on the toilet seat, placing his hands on your knees. He didn’t say anything, he let you talk at your own pace.

“Negative again,” you said, your voice stuffy.

He nodded. “I know.”

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

“Hey, look at me.”

You pulled your hands from your face, revealing your eyes bloodshot and puffy, your skin soaked in tears.

He stood up and held his hands out for you to take. You pulled yourself up and he cupped your face. He wiped your cheeks with his thumbs, before grabbing a dry cloth and cleaning your face completely.

“Come here,” he said, pulling you into a deep hug. You cried into his chest, leaving tear stains on his shirt. He gently pulled you to the bedroom a few seconds later. You sat against the headboard, resting your elbows on your knees. He sat across from you, only a few feet away.

He gripped your hands as you continued crying. It was silent for a few minutes before he continued the conversation.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why can’t I get pregnant?”

“You know that’s not your fault.”

“Is it enough for you? Am I enough for you?”

He furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about?”

“If I can’t give you a kid. If I can’t get pregnant, despite everything we’ve done, despite every effort we’ve made... will I be enough? Won’t you want more?”

“Don’t. Don’t even think like that. Don’t say that. Of course, you’ll still be enough for me.”

You softly shook your head. “I don’t believe that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you said that all you want in life is children. You want at least one son and one daughter. And you want to name one of them Dustin, and one of them Robin. And you’ve told me that you want to have a hundred grandkids so you can spoil all of them. And if I can’t give that to you-”

“Stop. Stop talking.” He gripped your hands tighter. “I don’t care. If you can’t give me that, that’s okay. More than anything, I want you. I want you, even if we don’t have a hundred grandkids.”

You felt more tears fall down your face, hitting your legs. He tilted your chin up to look at him.

“Why?” you asked.

“‘Why’ what?”

“Why wouldn’t you want someone who could give you that?”

“Because I don’t want just anybody. I want you. I’d live a thousand lifetimes without kids if it meant I got to be with you.”

“But you want a family.”

“Baby,” he chuckled. “We’re already a family. You and me, we are a family. We don’t need a child to be a family. Hell, we can adopt a dog or a cat if we wanted to. And that would still make us as much of a family as people with kids.”

“But we both want kids. I want kids. I want to be pregnant, I want to give birth, I want to hold the baby after they come out. I want to celebrate their first steps, their first words, their first birthday. I want to do that.” He didn’t say anything. “How am I supposed to please you if I can’t even get pregnant?” you mumbled.

He furrowed his brows. “What?”

“I mean, we’ve always been taught that in marriages, in order to be a good wife and please your husband, you should have kids.”

“Who the hell taught you that?”

You raised your eyebrows. “School, my family, everyone. I’ve grown up hearing that in order to be a good wife to my husband, I have to give him kids and that’s how we’re supposed to please you.”

He shook his head. “I’ve never been taught to only expect kids from my wife. They’ve been feeding you that bullshit?” You nodded. “For how long?”

“All my life.”

“I’ve grown up learning from my mom that, even if I don’t have kids with the person I marry, I should find someone that I can’t live without. That’s you.”

“Steve-”

“Y/N, you don’t have to bear a child to please me. I am so madly, deeply, stupidly in love with you. There is nothing you can do to make me not love you. You hear me?” You didn’t reply. “Why do you think I proposed to you and married you?”

“You wanted to start a family, but not outside of marriage. Isn’t that why every guy gets married?”

“Nope. Not even close. I mean, that’s a factor, but do you know the real reason I married you?” You still didn’t answer. “I married you to be with you,” he said as he poked you lightly on the chest. “I married you so I could spend the rest of my life with you. Obviously, I do want a family, but, like I said, I’d go a million years without kids if it meant I got to be with you.”

You were only crying harder now. “Steve-”

“I am so fucking in love with you, Y/N. Do you want to know how long it took me to get that ring-” He pointed to your engagement ring on your finger, which was joined by your wedding band, “after we started dating?” You shook your head. “Three days.”

Your eyes got wide. “What?”

“Yep. Three days into our relationship, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You know why I didn’t propose sooner?” You shook your head again. “We weren’t eighteen. That was the only thing holding me back. I had to wait two years to propose to you because we had to wait until we were adults.”

You looked down at your ring. “They let you buy an engagement ring at sixteen?” you chuckled.

“I guess so. I got it, didn’t I?”

You smiled. “I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too.” You squeezed his hands.

“Tell you what. Why don’t we take a break from trying? I mean, we’re only twenty-three. We have time. I know it’s stressing you out. Your head always hurts and you’re always sick. Let’s just wait a little while.”

You nodded. “That would actually be really nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe we can have sex just to have sex, not to make a baby.”

“Absolutely.”

You looked at him and he gave you a small smile.

“I don’t deserve you,” you said, your voice cracking.

“I think I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you.”

You laughed softly. “And if we can’t have our own kids, we can adopt,” you said.

“Absolutely.”

“Take a kid or two out of the system.”

“Absolutely,” he repeated.

You got on your knees and hugged him, the two of you squeezing each other tightly.

“Did I mention that I love you?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? Because I do.”

“I’m sure,” you giggled. “I love you, too.”

When you pulled away, he looked at you. “Don’t blame yourself, baby. Seriously. It’s not your fault.”

“I know.”

“Okay.”

You pulled him in for one last kiss before heading to the kitchen to start dinner.

—

You, Steve, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, and Robin all sat in your dining room. For dinner, you made chicken burritos. The kids were all joking around and talking about the arcade when you decided to get their attention.

“So, me and Steve talked today,” you said, clearing your throat. They all looked at you. “I think... we’re gonna stop trying to have a kid for a little while.”

“What?” Lucas asked. “Why?”

“We’ve been trying for four years. I mean, we’ve done IVF-”

“What’s IVF?” Mike asked.

“In vitro. It’s artificial insemination.”

“We’ve done that about six times,” Steve said. “And it hasn’t worked.”

“Nothing we’ve done has worked. So, for now, we’re gonna take a break. I mean, it takes a toll on us.”

They nodded. “Okay. Whenever you get pregnant, that just means we can have someone else to play games with and invite to the arcade,” Lucas said. “Even if we’re older.”

Steve rested his hand on your thigh.

—

Laying in bed and being Steve’s little spoon as he slept caused you to start thinking again.

You didn’t realize it before, but you were more okay with waiting than you thought you would be. Sure, you’d be slightly older when you were pregnant — if you wound up pregnant at all — but you were fine with it.

Knowing that you were with someone like Steve, who didn’t care if you couldn’t have kids, was a relief. You knew you married the right person, and you knew your kids would be right about you two being soulmates.

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cristinablackthornkingson · 6 years ago

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Shadowhunters Short Story #33 Part 2. Sizzy baby #2.

CW: Secondary Infertility.

It is a warm spring day in May of 2014, two years after Isabelle and Simon Lovelace welcomed their first child, a little boy named George Robert. The last two years have been some of the best for the young couple, so much so that when George was a year old they decided to try for another baby. However after trying for over 6 months with no results they decided to seek help and find out what was going on.

Fertility issues were not common among Shadowhunters due to their angel blood, so even The Silent Brothers were not well versed in the area, so Isabelle and Simon decided to go to a mundane doctor for help, which was no longer against the law.

Catarina was able to hide their angel blood from the doctors, as she had previously done for Diana.

After some tests the mundane doctor gave them the bad news that it was unlikely they would conceive on their own again, due to Isabelle’s egg quality having become quiet poor, there was no reason or explanation for this, it just happened. The doctor suggested the try something called IVF, which Simon knew a little about and Isabelle knew nothing about apart from the fact that that was how Helen and Aline’s baby daughter Ivy had been conceived a year ago.

After much discussion and heartache, Isabelle and Simon agreed to try 2 rounds of IVF, even though it is an extremely expensive treatment that may not even work.

Right now they are waiting on the results from the first round, which happened about two weeks ago, it is a nerve wracking time but Isabelle and Simon are doing their best to stick to normalcy for George’s sake.

Currently they are in the library of The New York Institute where Clary and Jace’s baby shower is taking place. Clary is 6 months pregnant with her and Jace’s first baby, a girl they are going to name Lucy, after Luke. As much as Isabelle is happy for her brother and best friend, she can’t help but feel it’s terribly unfair that they could so easily have a baby and she couldn’t, not anymore.

“Georgie don’t you wanna go play with your cousins?” Isabelle softly asks her son, who is clinging to her leg and hasn’t left her side since they arrived. These last few weeks he has been extremely clingy toward Isabelle, more so than ever before.

George vigorously shakes his head causing his thick black hair to fall into his big blue eyes.

A few minutes later, Alec has managed to persuade his nephew to come play with Max and Rafe for a bit. leaving Isabelle free to talk to her mother without George constantly pulling at the hem of her dress.

“Is George alright Isabelle? He seems very reluctant to leave you.” Maryse asks her daughter in a tone of concern, glancing over at her youngest grandson and then back to her daughter.

Isabelle sighs and rakes a hand through her long dark hair.

“I don’t think he’s sick or anything, he’s just been so clingy toward me these last few weeks, he’s never been like this before, not even when he was a newborn.”

“You know your baby being clingy toward you is sometimes a sign that you could be pregnant.” Maryse tells her daughter in a tone of excitement. Isabelle’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“Really?” She asks in a shocked tone.

“Yes, that’s how I knew I was pregnant with you, you and Alec were planned babies and about a month after we started trying for you, Alec became extremely clingy toward me, far more than usual. I would bring him over to Jocelyn’s to play with Jonathon and normally he would happily go to Jocelyn, but that month he just refused to leave me, a few days later I found out I was pregnant with you.” Maryse explains, sending Isabelle’s heart racing.

“I’ve had no other symptoms though, with George I felt like I had all symptoms under the sun.” Isabelle quietly says, trying desperately not to get her hopes up.

“Yes but you didn’t find out with him until you were 3 months, if you are pregnant it would be too early to feel anything, I found out very early on with Max, it was such a surprise because not only was he not planned, I had felt absolutely no symptoms whereas I felt awful with you and Alec.” Maryse says. 7 years on from his death, The Lightwoods were able to speak about and think about Max without feeling that awful raw grief and agony, little Max makes everything so much easier too, he is the sweetest, happiest little boy and everyone knows Max would have adored him and would be honored to share a name with him.

Before Isabelle can reply, Jace appears at her side, full of excitement and joy about his baby.

“Hey Iz, Clary wants to talk to you now that you don’t have a baby hanging off your leg.” Jace says in amused tone, glancing over at George who is now being fussed over by Jem.

Jace leads his sister to a quiet corner of the room where Clary is sitting on a small black sofa talking to Emma.

“Emma, is it okay if I talk to Izzy in private for a minute?” Clary asks, not wanting to offend Emma but also wanting this moment to be between her and Isabelle only.

“Of course, I think Mark needs some help keeping the twins in one place anyway.” Emma says in an amused tone, looking over at her brother-in-law who is desperately trying to keep he, Kieran and Cristina’s twins (Olivia and Mateo) from running off from him.

“I’ll give you two a minute alone, I’ll be with Alec if you need me Clary, okay?” Jace says in a tone tinged with worry. He has never felt so worried in all his life, and has never been more protective of Clary, who isn’t having the smooth pregnancy she and Jace had hoped for.

“I’ll be fine, I only had a check up with Brother Enoch this morning and he said everything is perfect, you can stop worrying.” Clary softly assures her husband.

“That’s asking quiet a lot of me, but I’ll try.” Jace lightly says, quickly kissing Clary’s forehead before walking off to join Alec on the other side of the room.

“So how are you feeling? Have you had any symptoms or anything?” Clary asks Isabelle in an excited tone.

“No it’s way too early to feel any morning sickness or anything, but George has been clinging to me a lot lately which mom says can be a sign that you’re pregnant, and I had a bit of spotting the other day which the doctor said is a good sign when you’re trying to conceive, we’ll be getting the results by the end of the week.” Isabelle explains, trying not to get her hopes up.

“I really hope it works this time.” Clary gently says, grasping Isabelle’s hand in hers.

“Me too, but enough about me, this is your baby shower, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” Isabelle asks in a curious tone. Clary smiles softly at Isabelle, placing a hand on her bump.

“Well last night Jace and I were talking about Godparents for the baby, I know it’s not custom for Shadowhunters but when I was growing up in the mundane world I always wished I had had godparents, even though me and my mom weren’t religious. Anyway, Jace and I want Simon and Alec to be the baby’s godfathers and we want you to be her godmother.” Clary softly says. She knows that if anything happens to her and Jace, Lucy will have so many people willing to take her in and love her and raise her but it would be nice for her to have official godparents who she and Jace know will take Lucy in if anything happens to them.

“Oh Clary really? Oh I thought you would ask Emma or your mom or something.” Isabelle says in a breathy tone, thrilled that Clary and Jace want to give her this honor.

“Well we did have a lot of back and forth over godparents, at first I wanted Ash to be Lucy’s godfather but then I thought about how he’s not that good with kids and is still trying to figure himself out so I didn’t want to put this pressure on him, we did think about asking my mom to be her godmother but she’s just thrilled at the idea of being a grandma and when we settled on Alec and Simon as godfathers we realized it wouldn’t feel right to ask anyone else to be her godmother, I know that if anything happens to Jace and I, I can trust you to be an amazing mom to my daughter and raise her and love her just like I plan to.” By the time Clary has finished her explanation, her eyes are welling with tears of joy.

“Clary I would be delighted to be her godmother, I can only hope I’ll be as good as you are with George.” Isabelle lightly says, wiping at her tears.

“And I can only hope I’ll be as good a mom as you.”

*3 DAYS LATER*

It is a quiet evening for the Lovelaces when while out for a walk with George, Isabelle receives a call from her fertility doctor with results of her blood test which will tell if she is pregnant or not.

Stopping by a bench, Isabelle puts the brakes on George’s buggy and sits down to answer the call.

“Do you have the results?” Isabelle blurts out, eager and anxious to know.

“Yes I do.” The doctor says in a neutral voice.

“Well?” Isabelle prompts, her gasp on the handle of George’s buggy tightening.

“The test was positive, you’re pregnant.” The doctor calmly says. Isabelle’s breath hitches in her throat and hear heart soars and leaps with joy. She knows it’s still very early and anything could go wrong but she cannot bare to think about that right now.

“T-that’s amazing, t-thank you.” Isabelle stutters, before hanging up the phone and turning to look at George, who is blinking up at her with confusion.

“Georgie you’re going to be a big brother!” Isabelle exclaims, quickly unbuckling him and scooping him up and peppering his face with kisses. “We gotta go tell daddy huh Mr. Sweet face?” She coos, cuddling him close and tight.

20 minutes later Isabelle and George arrive back home, Isabelle hardly able to contain her excitement. She takes George out of his buggy and sets him down among his toys, hoping he can entertain himself for a few minutes while she tells Simon.

She finds Simon in their bedroom, sitting on the bed tuning his guitar. When he hears Isabelle walk into the room, he looks up form his guitar and grins widely at her.

“Hey, how was your walk?” He asks, setting the guitar aside.

“Good, hopefully all that fresh air will help George sleep tonight.” Isabelle says, taking her coat off and sitting down next to Simon.

“Where is Georgie anyway? He hasn’t left your side in days.” Simon curiously asks, looking around for his son.

“He’s downstairs playing with his toys, I need to talk to you alone for a minute.”

“What about?” Simon calmly asks, the thought never occurring to him that the pregnancy test results could be in.

“Well while George and I were on our walk I got a call from the fertility doctor.” Isabelle says in a joyful tone, grasping Simon’s hands in hers. Simon’s eyes grow wide and his heart begins to race in anticipation.

“What about?” He nervously asks, trying to prepare himself for the possibility of bad news.

“It worked, I’m pregnant. It’s still really early on though so lets just keep this between you and me for now okay?” Isabelle quietly says, trying not to let her fear push to the front of her mind.

“Of course, oh Isabelle this is amazing.” Simon softly says, pulling his wife into an embrace, tears of joy welling in his eyes. This baby is so wanted and loved, and he cannot wait to meet them, being a father to George is a joy like no other, so having another one will be even better.

“Yes it is, when I got the call I got so excited I told George he’s going to be a big brother, I don’t know if he understood me or not, I shouldn’t have told him at all, now if anything goes wrong we’ll have to explain it to him.” Isabelle says in frantic, worried tone, hoping that George hadn’t been paying attention or heard her properly.

“It’s alright Izzy, even if he did understand you he’ll probably forget soon enough, he’s two, this baby is going to be the last on his mind.” Simon gently assures his wife, placing a hand on the small of her back. “When my mom told my sister she was pregnant with me, Becky forgot all about me until I was born and she was thoroughly confused as to where this new baby just came from.” He adds in a light tone. His mother and sister didn’t get to see George all that often, but they were able to see him more than they would have had Alec not been elected Consul, though it is still mandate for a Shadowhunter who ascends to leave all about their mundane life behind them, Alec turns a blind eye to Simon’s relationship with Elaine and Rebecca, especially since George was born.

“I love you.” Isabelle quietly says, resting her head on Simon’s shoulder. Simon slips his arm around her waist and kisses the top of her head.

“I love you too.”

Over the next few weeks Isabelle begins to develop much of the same symptoms she had with George, heightened sense of smell, body aches and Nausea in the mornings, but she doesn’t mind, it’s a sign that the baby is growing and developing properly.

At 6 weeks they have their first ultrasound where they learn that everything is healthy and progressing well and that the baby is due in the middle of February, just a few months before George’s third birthday.

When Isabelle is 3 months pregnant, and the risk of miscarriage has significantly decreased, she and Simon agree to invite their immediate family over for dinner and announce the pregnancy then, they also agree that Simon will tell his mother and sister separately, in case Max, Rafe or George let something about the Shadow World slip, during the dinner. It’s very difficult for little George to understand why his nana can’t know about The Shadow World, while the rest of his family does.

Today is the day of the family dinner and everyone is due to arrive soon. Isabelle is in George’s room, getting him dressed for the evening. Instead of just simply telling everyone about the baby, Isabelle and Simon decided to buy George a shirt that reads ‘World’s best big brother’ and have him ware it tonight and show everyone else. Just as they had told Rafe and Max first when Isabelle was pregnant with George, they have already told George about his little brother or sister, and he is very, very excited and even more clingy towards Isabelle.

“Isabelle your mom’s here!” Izzy hears Simon call to her from the hallway. Isabelle grins and smooths George’s hair down before softly telling him

“Go show grandma your shirt.” George turns and runs from the room toward the sound of Maryse and Simon’s voices, with Isabelle not far behind him.

“Gandma!!” George shouts in delight, running to Maryse with his arms out. Maryse grins at her grandson and bends down to hug him tightly.

“Hello sweet Georgie, I’ve missed you.” Maryse says in a joyful tone, kissing George on the cheek causing him to squirm and giggle.

“Georgie show grandma your shirt.” Simon encourages his son. George steps back and holds his arms out to the side to show off his shirt.

“World’s best big brother?” Maryse reads, furrowing her brow in confusion.

“Uh uh, I gonna be big brother, my baby in there.” George says, patting Isabelle’s stomach lightly. Ever since finding out about the baby, George has constantly referred to his sibling as ‘my baby’ which is endearing but awkward when he would announce it to strangers and pat Isabelle’s stomach.

“Oh the mundane treatment worked? You’re pregnant?” Maryse asks in a tone of both joy and disbelief. Isabelle grins and nods.

“Yes, we found out a few months ago but we wanted to keep it to ourselves until now just in case.” Isabelle explains.

“Oh Congratulations! Georgie you’re going to be a wonderful big brother!” Maryse says, smiling down at her grandson who grins back up at her and nods. Just then the doorbell rings again and Simon makes his way into the hall to answer it.

Seconds later Rafe and Max come barreling into the room ahead of their parents and Simon.

Max and Rafe run straight to Maryse and George’s eyes light up in delight when he sees Alec.

“Uncle Alec!” George exclaims, reaching his arms out to be lifted. Alec grins and scoops George into his arms and settles him on his hip.

“Hey my little buddy.” Alec softly says, ruffling his nephew’s hair.

“Uncle Alec, you teach me how be good big brother? Mama says you best big brother and I wanna be good big brother to my brother or sister!” George exclaims, looking up at Alec with big blue eyes full of hope.

“Well of course I will but you don’t have a little brother or sister yet.” Alec gently says.

“Not yet he doesn’t but he will in February.” Isabelle lightly says.

“Mama got baby in her tummy!” George exclaims in delight.

“Really? The IVF worked?”Alec asks in a tone of disbelief, feeling as though it were years ago he signed those papers allowing his sister to seek mundane medical treatment for her fertility issues, not just months ago, and that it’s actually worked.

“Yeah it did, I’m 3 months and everything is perfect with the baby. Alec, when I was pregnant with George we simply could not decide on a godfather for him, but we really want you to be this baby’s godfather, we wouldn't have this baby without you, if you hadn’t written and passed that new law allowing us to seek out mundane medical help, if the old rules were still in place we probably never would have had a second baby.” Isabelle says in a tight tone, trying to hold back her tears at the thoughts of what might not have been.

“Oh Izzy I’d be honored, I would do anything for you, you know that, I love you.” Alec softly says, passing George to Magnus and pulling his sister into a tight embrace.

Clary and Jace end up having to miss out on the family dinner due to Clary being so close to her due date, so Simon and Isabelle told them over the phone and they were both delighted for them.

Thankfully this pregnancy isn’t as rough as George’s was and Isabelle generally feels well throughout the pregnancy.

Just a few days after announcing the pregnancy to everyone, Clary and Jace’s daughter Lucy is born and Isabelle and Simon find it hard to drag themselves away from the precious new baby, eager to meet their own child in a few months.

They decide not to find out the sex but as they had with George, they pick out a boys name and a girls name. For a boy: Noah Alexander. For a girl: Jessamine Elaine, Jessie for short, which would have been George’s name had he been a girl.

George is extremely excited to meet his sibling, he helps Simon decorate the nursery and helps both his parents pick out new clothes, blankets, etc. for the baby and is constantly asking Alec, Jace and Rafe for advice on how to be a good big brother.

A few weeks before the baby’s due date, Isabelle and Simon agree that the baby will be born at home with the assistance of a midwife and a Silent Brother witnessing the birth, just as it had been with George. There is not shortage of people to look after George while Isabelle is in labor, so they let George decide who he would like to stay with, and he chooses Magnus and Alec so he can play with Max and Rafe.

It’s a frosty night in the middle of February when Isabelle goes into labor, and she is relieved to have a relevantly painless labor, the pains are still there but not all that intense, especially compared to how Clary described her pains when Lucy was born.

Alec had come around to pick George up and take him to his and Magnus’ place while Simon contacted their midwife and The Silent Brothers.

After a short, painless labor, 3 hours after feeling the first contraction, Isabelle gives birth to her baby, the cries like music to her ears, something she has waited so long to hear.

“Oh Simon we have our second baby, we really have another baby.” Isabelle says in a teary tone, listening to her baby cry and trying to catch a glimpse of them.

“I can hardly believe it.” Simon says in a breathy tone, as the midwife places the baby on Isabelle’s chest.

“Congratulations, you have a very healthy baby girl.” The midwife says, causing tears of joy to well up in Isabelle’s eyes. She had secretly thought throughout the whole pregnancy that the baby is a girl, and she had been a little bit terrified as she had no idea how to raise a daughter, growing up she had 3 brothers, up until very recently she only had nephews and little Lucy had not been around long enough for Isabelle to adjust to having a little girl in her life.

“A girl, I don’t know anything about girls.” She says in a light tone, all her fears and worries melting away now that her daughter is in her arms.

“That’s odd, given that you yourself are a girl.” Simon teases, softly rubbing her back and gazing at the baby.

“I know but I don’t know anything about raising girls, I’ve only ever had brothers and nephews up until Lucy was born, and that was most of my life.” Isabelle says. “But I don’t care, I can learn, anything for our Jessie.”

“Our little miracle.” Simon softly says, putting his arms around his wife and daughter. “You’re a fighter little one, just like your mom.” Isabelle grins and leans up to kiss her husband on the cheek.

“I love you.” She softly says, holding Jessie tighter and closer.

“I love you too.” Simon replies.

Isabelle can hardly believe it, after a year of trying and failing, they finally have their longed for second baby, and everything finally feels perfect.

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gardenstateofmind · 8 years ago

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i do think that having a bio kid would be nice cause it's just so cool to see similarities among your relatives, like when you look at baby pictures and have to think for a minute to remember who that is, or when you realize two of you have the same taste in music even though you developed that interest completely independently. yeah it's nice feeling to look a lil dude and see yourself reflected in them but all that stuff is so superficial? like what does it matter if my child doesnt look like me or we have really different personalities. im gonna love them for who THEY are, not for how much they remind me of myself. how fucked up would it be to base my decision of being a parent on something like that? why would i spend so much time, effort, and money to create a biological baby, when i can instead focus that energy on giving a family to a child who already needs one? i mean, if you don't think you could love an adopted child the same as a biological child, then yeah, please do NOT adopt, those kids deserve parents who love them. but if you're not able to love your child unconditionally, then i dont think you should become a parent at all.

#personal #thoughts #obviously this only applies to planned pregnancies #i just honestly will never be okay with ivf and fertility treatments and surrogacy and etc #i think it's incredibly selfish and if u have that mindset you shouldnt be a parent #the time and money it takes to have a baby that way is comparable to adoption #sometimes it's even harder than adoption #id much rather push for reform of adoption agencies and nation wide standards #than encourage new fertility treatments #i think the newer generations have a much healthier concept of parenthood and adoption tho #and related to that is break down gender roles/cisnormativity/gender binary/sex binary #all that stuff #ur worth is not defined by your reproductive capabilities #and i think that's a very toxic view that's pushed forward all this fertility bullshit #pregnancy cw

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Subjective: BAR, Observed Behavior - timid but gentle on PE Evidence of Cruelty seen - n Evidence of Trauma seen - n Objective T = 101.8 P = 100 R = UR BCS = 3.75/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, MM - pink Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: UR MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: Assessment: Poor body condition but apparently healthy Prognosis: Good Plan: Perform CBC/CHEM + T4 SURGERY: Temporary waiver until blood work is complete 17/01/2018 CBC/CHEM S/O - Mild elevation in Creatinine (2.0), Uremic (39), and electrolyte imbalance (Na 167, Cl 124) T4 - NOT HYPOTHYROID A - Acute renal injury, kidney disease, uroliths P - collect urine and conduct urinanalysis and USG 17/01/2018 [Spay/Neuter Waiver - Medical Condition] Your newly adopted pet has been diagnosed with UTI and the staff veterinarians are issuing a temporary waiver from the spay/neuter requirements of the City of NY. Follow up care at your regular veterinarian is recommended to ensure continued treatment. Your veterinarian will advise you if surgical sterilization is appropriate. 18/01/2018 Hx: owner surrender with history of being underweight; owner reported that she was diagnosed with "hypothyroidism" and has history of being underweight; blood work on intake revealed mild azotemia (crea 2.0, BUN 39) but T4 was normal S/O -QAR, docile, allows all handling -mm pk, tacky; CRT <2 sec -no nasal discharge or sneezing -eupnic, heart/lungs WNL -soft abdomen, no palpable abnormalities; bladder too small to palpate. A 1. Azotemia, r/o pyelonephritis vs dehydration from other systemic illness vs leptospirosis vs chronic renal disease 2. Underweight P -place IVC, start normosol at 60 ml/hr -clavamox 375 mg PO BID x 14 days -recommend recheck renal values in 2 weeks after clavamox is completed; if still persistent, then recommend further work up including urine culture, rickettsial panel +/- abdominal ultrasound 18/01/2018 2 view abdominal radiographs available for review: no radioopaque urinary stones noted, ingesta in stomach, soft/normal fecal material in colon; unable to visualize bladder but was too small to palpate prior to xray; there is decreased detail in the area of the bladder A 1. Decreased detail in area of bladder-r/o secondary to underweight vs inflammation vs focal ascites? P -abdominocentesis negative 19/01/2018 Hx: owner surrender with history of being underweight; owner reported that she was diagnosed with hypothyroidism and has history of being underweight; blood work on intake revealed mild azotemia (crea 2.0, BUN 39) but T4 was normal IVF and Clavamox started yesterday. Eating well overnight. Normal eliminations reported S/O -QAR, docile. Nervous but allows full exam -mm pk, moist; CRT <2 sec -no nasal discharge or sneezing -eupnic, heart/lungs WNL -soft abdomen, no palpable abnormalities; bladder too small to palpate BCS 3/9, MCS 2/3 A 1. Azotemia, r/o pyelonephritis vs dehydration from other systemic illness vs leptospirosis vs chronic renal disease 2. Underweight P cw Normosol at 60 ml/hr cw clavamox 375 mg PO BID x 14 days consider tapering fluids on 1/20 or 1/21 for full 48-72 hour IVF diuresis Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 2. Blue Behavior History Behavior Assessment Upon intake, Storm walked away when I approached her to scan for a microchip. Storm would also back away when I tried to place a leash on her. Storm allowed me to collar her and pet her on the head. After her owner left, and once she was by my side for a few minutes, she allowed me to pet her and carry her into her kennel. Date of Intake: 1/17/2018 Basic Information:: Storm is a 3 year old female gray and white medium mixed breed dog. Storm lived with previous owner for about 1 year. Storm was surrendered because she has ongoing medical concerns that her owner could no longer take care of. Storm has no injuries but may have hyperthyroidism. Previously lived with:: Storm previously lived with 2 adults and 2 children. How is this dog around strangers?: Storm is shy around strangers but will warm up after a few minutes. Storm will allow strangers to approach her and pet her. How is this dog around children?: Storm previously lived with two children aged 3 and 6. Storm is described as being friendly, affectionate and will allow pets. Client noted that Storm's behavior with his children changed in the past month possibly due to her medical condition. Client noted that Storm would snap at his children when they tried to pet her. How is this dog around other dogs?: Storm has interacted with small and large dogs and both male and female dogs. Storm is described as being playful, respectful and tolerant of the other dogs. How is this dog around cats?: Storm has previously interacted with a cat. Storm will sniff the cat but is described as being uninterested and will walk away. Resource guarding:: Storm is not bothered when her food or bowl is touched while she is eating. Storm is also not bothered when a bone, treat or object is taken away from her. Bite history:: Storm has once bitten a family member before. The previous owner noted that this happened about a year ago when he first received Storm. Storm was very shy and growled at the person who was trying to pet her. The person did ignored her growl and tried to pet her anyways and she bit him breaking skin and drawing some blood. Housetrained:: Partially Energy level/descriptors:: Storm has a medium energy level Other Notes:: Storm has never been pushed or pulled off of furniture, been held or restrained, or been bathed. Storm is has only had her nails trimmed at the groomers. Storm is not bothered when an unfamiliar approaches her and her owner. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: Yes Medical Notes: Storm's previous owner stated she was diagnosed with hypothyroidism in August of 2017/ For a New Family to Know: Storm is a friendly, mellow, and independent dog. When at home, Storm will follow you around an likes to be in the same room as you. Storm likes squeaky toys but is known to destroy them all. Storm was kept as an indoors only dog and was fed a raw diet once a day. Storm was being fed around two pounds of raw food a day. Storm is mostly house-trained. Storm will go outside to potty but a few times a week will urinate inside the house. When left alone, Storm is well behaved and can be left inside of her crate for about 3 hours. For exercise, Storm is taken out for slow walks on the leash about 3 times a day. When off leash, Storm will stay close by your side. Date of intake:: 1/17/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner Surrender (In home for 1 year) Previously lived with:: Adults and children (ages 3 and 6) Behavior toward strangers:: Shy at first then warms up. Allows strangers to pet her. Behavior toward children:: Was friendly and affectionate but has recently began to snap when the pet her Behavior toward dogs:: Playful, respectful, and tolerant Behavior toward cats:: Uninterested in them Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: Yes, about a year ago a family member reached to pet Storm and she growled. He continued to reach to pet her and she bit his hand, breaking skin Housetrained:: Partially Energy level/descriptors:: Storm is described as friendly, mellow, and independent with a medium level of activity. Summary:: Storm has not yet received a handling assessment due to brief length of stay. While wanting to give adequate time for her to acclimate to the shelter environment before the assessment, her medical condition is pressing and we need to expedite her leaving the shelter for further medical evaluation. This comment is being made to indicate that the lack of SAFER assessment is not due to an inability to handle but rather due to the urgency of addressing the medical condition. Storm has allowed some handling with a slow approach in the care center. Summary (1):: 1/18: When introduced to the male greeter dog on leash, Storm appears overall fearful in the environment and turns away from approach. Date of intake:: 1/17/2018 Summary:: At first, Storm backed away from the counselor. After a little bit, she allowed handling. Date of initial:: 1/17/2018 Summary:: Storm was timid but allowed handling. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Storm is reported to snap at the children in the home when they tried to pet her. In order to keep children safe and respect Storm's comfort level, we are recommending an adult-only home. Place with a New Hope partner: Due to Storm's bite history and willingness to escalate in situations in which she is uncomfortable, we recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide behavior modification before placement into a permanent home. We recommend only force-free, reward-based training for Storm; more aversive methods are likely to increase fear and increase the risk of future aggression. Potential challenges: : Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments:: Storm has been timid in new situations in the care center, which matches reports from her previous home. Storm's bite history indicates that when uncomfortable she may escalate to a bite. STORM IS RESCUE ONLY…..TO SAVE THIS PUP YOU MUST FILL OUT APPLICATIONS WITH AT LEAST 3 NEW HOPE RESCUES. PLEASE HURRY!!! IF YOU CAN FOSTER OR ADOPT THIS PUP, PLEASE PM OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE. WE CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH LINKS TO APPLICATIONS WITH NEW HOPE RESCUES WHO ARE CURRENTLY PULLING FROM THE NYC ACC. PLEASE SHARE THIS DOG FOR A HOME TO SAVE HER LIFE.

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