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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 2 years ago

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Geraskefer with 13 and/or 29 for the prompts! 💚

This is another one where I kind of lost sight of the prompt, but here's some modern with magic old married throuple!Geraskefer. CW for mentions of infertility.

13. Leaving notes for them around the home

29. Swapping gifts for a holiday

On Midwinter morning, Yennefer wakes to a sticky note stuck to her forehead. Already knowing whose scrawling, near-illegible handwriting she’s going to find, she peels it away from her forehead and squints at it.

My dearest, darlingest light of my soul and fire of my loins,

Please proceed to the kitchen.

Sincerely,

Your favorite husband, who loves you beyond measure

As if Yennefer wouldn’t have proceeded to the kitchen upon waking anyway. That’s where the coffee is. Foolish man. Rolling her eyes, Yennefer sits up and stretches. The bed next to her is unsurprisingly empty; Jaskier and Geralt had both been asleep for hours by the time Yennefer got home after a late night at work.

Yennefer tucks the sticky note in her bedside table, where she keeps all the notes that Jaskier leaves her. Not that he can ever know that. When Jaskier, Yennefer, and Geralt first became roommates, the notes started out as a passive-aggressive thing, reminders that those with long, luscious locks should be the ones to snake the shower drain and demanding to know who finished off the last of the apple juice.

Once the three of them started dating, Jaskier got in the habit of leaving her and Geralt little love notes all over the house, because he’s congenitally compelled to be as ridiculous as humanly possible. With a fond shake of her head, Yennefer pulls on her robe and heads downstairs.

In the kitchen, Yennefer finds a steaming cup of coffee waiting for her on the counter. She’s unsurprised to find a sticky-note next to it. She is surprised that the note is written in Geralt’s blocky, no-nonsense handwriting.

Come to the basement. G

Yennefer frowns down at the note. This seems like the setup to an elaborate Midwinter gift, he three of them had agreed not to exchange presents this year. After three rounds of failed IVF treatments and flying all over the Continent to meet with adoption agencies, funds are tight and none of them are particularly in the mood to celebrate the holiday.

She takes the time to drink her coffee, because it’s good for them to be left waiting once in awhile, before she heads down the stairs to the basement. She expects to find Jaskier grinning up at her while Geralt stands next to him, looking affectionately tolerant. Instead, there’s a tote bag sitting at the bottom of the steps. Yennefer picks it up, confused. It’s not like any kind of purse she carries, though the black and white pattern is pretty. It’s twice as large as her current purse. With a pang, she thinks that it looks a lot like the bag that Eskel and Triss haul around with all of baby Deidre’s things. Pushing the thought aside, Yennefer checks the bottom of the bag and finds another sticky note.

My most beautiful of flower petals,

Please proceed to Roach’s couch.

All my love,

Probably your 2nd favorite husband by now

Yennefer heads back upstairs to the living room, grumbling to herself. She finds their elderly pit mix, Roach, sprawled out on her favorite spot by the window, snoring lightly. The dog’s ears twitch when Yennefer scratches them, but she doesn’t wake. By Roach’s head sits a cheerful stuffed unicorn. It looks a lot like Corny, the stuffed unicorn that Yennefer has had since childhood, though significantly less threadbare. She picks it up, running her hands over the silky soft fabric. It’s sweet, but why would Jaskier and Geralt think she needs a replacement for Corny?

Roach rolls over for belly rubs, revealing another sticky note. Yennefer gives Roach’s belly a quick scratch before picking up the note.

Come out back. G

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Yennefer grumbles. It’s unlike Geralt to go along with Jaskier’s nonsense to quite this extent, but Jaskier has had the witcher wrapped around his pinky finger since the first day he showed up with a guitar and a cardboard box of his possessions. Grabbing the quilt that Jaskier’s grandmother made for them as a wedding present from the back of the couch, she wraps it around herself and trudges into the backyard.

Jaskier and Geralt aren’t waiting outside, because it’s too damn cold for any sensible person to be outside. Yennefer looks around the backyard, grimacing a little at the sight of the playset they erected when they came so close to being able to adopt a three year old boy a few months ago. They’re still not sure why exactly the adoption fell through, but adoption is difficult, especially when you’re a queer, polyamorous family consisting of a sorceress whose name has been connected to several high-profile political scandals, a witcher who used to be known as the Butcher of Blaviken, and a musician with at least one sex tape circulating.

But when Yennefer looks back at the playset, she’s taken off guard by the sight of something sitting at the foot of the slide. As she approaches, she sees that it’s a pair of shoes. Not the dinosaur light-up sneakers they bought for the little boy who was almost their son, but a pair of purple baby shoes she’s never seen before, with little birds on the side. They’re impossibly small and Yennefer feels something bubble up inside her that might be hope.

She moves the shoes aside to read the sticky note under them.

My love,

Please proceed to the office. I promise, this is the last note.

Yours,

The man you’re probably contemplating divorcing by now

Underneath, there’s an addition in Geralt’s handwriting.

Love you. G

Yennefer almost forgets to be annoyed as she hurries inside with the shoes and the stuffed unicorn and up the stairs to the office. In another fit of optimism during the early days of IVF treatment, she transformed the home office that she rarely used into a nursery. Once it was clear that them having a child was as unlikely as Jaskier taking a vow of silence, she turned it back into an office, but she hasn’t stepped foot in the room since.

She pauses at the top of the stairs in front of the office door. There’s one last note, written by Jaskier and accompanied by scribbled hearts.

I lied. THIS is the last note. Midwinter surprise inside!

With a hand that’s only shaking a little, Yennefer pushes the door open to find all the office furniture gone, replaced by the nursery furniture that she put in storage months ago. Geralt is sitting in the armchair while Jaskier is perched in the windowsill. When they see her, Jaskier leaps to his feet, smile wide.

“Surprise!” He sweeps his arms out dramatically.

“What’s going on?” Yennefer knows what she hopes is going on, but she’s not quite letting herself believe it.

Geralt stands up to cross the room to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. “We got the call last night while you were at work. We’ve been approved.”

“What?” Yennefer looks between them in disbelief.

“We wanted to tell you in person,” Jaskier says, coming over to join them. “But you got home so late that we decided why not make it a Midwinter surprise?”

“Plus, Jaskier wanted to be dramatic about it,” Geralt deadpans.

Jaskier swats him on the arm. “That bag will be a lifesaver, according to Triss and Eskel. We have matching ones too! Well, Geralt’s is all black and mine has rainbows, but close enough. And obviously she’s going to need a Corny of her own, just like her Mama. And I saw the shoes last week and thought they were just the most darling things—”

“This is happening?” Yennefer feels a bit dazed. This seems like something that would happen in the saccharine Midwinter movies that Jaskier loves so much.

“This is happening.” Geralt kisses her on the forehead. “She’s a ten-month old in Cintra and she’s ours.”

With a disbelieving laugh, Yennefer kisses him. And then Jaskier is there, wrapping his arms around both of them and pressing kisses against Geralt’s shoulder. He’s making a strange noise, like he’s laughing and crying at the same time, and she thinks Geralt might be crying too.

“What’s her name?” Yennefer asks when she pulls away, voice hoarse. Okay, maybe they’re not the only ones crying.

Geralt presses another kiss to the top of her head, pulling both her and Jaskier closer. “Her name is Ciri.”

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#the witcher #geraskefer #geralt x jaskier x yennefer #geralt/jaskier/yennefer #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #ghost's writing #prompt fills

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curreres · 4 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 · 2 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

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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 · 5 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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russellsppttemplates · 8 months ago

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Hiiii, I love your writing, I had a request for blurb night and was wondering if you could write something about the reader and lance trying to explain to the kids the condition and how ivf works and stuff like that, thank you :)

Note: thank you 🫶 I don't actually remember how I found out about it, if I'm really honest - I think I always knew I was different compared to my friends on that aspect, so my own experience isn't specific 😅

Cw: mentions IVF and infertility

"Where did we come from, mummy?", Addalynn asked as you sat on the sofa while feeding Genevieve as Lance got the living room ready for movie night.

"Well, babies come to their families in different ways", you started, "for me and daddy, it was a little harder than for some people because I have a health condition that makes it a little more difficult", you said, looking at Lance for reassurance that you were doing a good job and so that he could sit next to you.

"Are you sick, mummy?", Margot asked.

"It's not like I'm sick when we have the flu and get a really stuffy nose and feel cold, it's more like something I have all the time, but it's okay, love, nothing is going to happen to me", you tranquilized her, "Do you remember reading that book that was about a little swimmer making it's way to the egg? Well, mummy's eggs are trapped and no swimmer could get to them, and because of that, the doctors have to unlock the egg from it's home so the swimmers can meet the egg", you attempted.

"And then they put them in your tummy?", Addalynn wondered, "That's why you did the injections?", she recalled as there had been instances when she was in the room when Lance helped you with the treatments.

"Yes, to make sure my tummy was a nice place for the baby to grow and to make sure I had enough eggs", you explained.

"And did you have to do anything, daddy?", Margot said as she cuddled up to Lance.

"I only had to help mummy so she wouldn't do it alone, give the doctor the swimmers and then they made sure they found mummy's egg", he went along with it, thinking the explanation was safe enough for them.

"So you really wanted babies then?", Addalynn reasoned, "you had to go to the doctor when you didn't have one".

"Yes, we did, princess; we tried on our own for a while, but when it didn't work, we asked for help because we wanted every single one of you", you smiled.

"You're all very loved and very wanted, that's for sure", Lance assured, kissing Margot's cheek and squeezing Addalynn's leg that was stretched over your thighs and looking at you and Viv as the little girl was now getting burped.

"Oh, big one", you wiped her chin as some milk came out, "we love you girls so so so much", you cooed.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

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gardenstateofmind · 7 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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Being Alone, Anaconda, and Apparently: Sweet, friendly, social, gentle, gorgeous & compact, wonderful leash manner, takes treats gently-dog & cat friendly, well trained-Possible thyroid issue underweight-will need loue&ongoing uet care for treatable medical diagnosis 18507-3 years old, 41 lbs aDYBG At Manhattan ACC Waiting ter Leve **** TO BE KILLED - 1/20/2018 **** LOVABLE LOVEBUG IN NEED OF A SECOND CHANCE IN A LOVING HOME <3 A volunteer writes: A gorgeous little gal with the softest 'puppy dog eyes' this side of a motivational poster, sweet young Storm is dog-friendly, cat-friendly, well trained, and sociable. Until recently she was living life to the full and filling her days with doggie play dates and family snuggle time. So why, then, the sad face? It seems some dark clouds rolled in with a (treatable) medical diagnosis, and when her owner couldn't offer the care she needed, Storm came to stay with us. She's an adorable low-rider for sure, but it's what's on the inside that counts. Thanks to her calm nature, friendly manners with all species, sizes and sexes, and the promise of a playful side (she likes squeaky toys!), this tiny charmer has proven she's beautiful both inside and out. She knows how to sit on command, mouths treats very softly and walks wonderfully on leash, and though not clamoring for snuggles, she accepts all handling with a quiet, gentle grace. Lovable with a capital L, Storm deserves only the best for the rest of her long, happy life and we're all hoping that she finds it soon in the arms of a new forever family. STORM@MANHATTAN ACC Hello, my name is Storm My animal id is #18507 I am a female gray dog at the Manhattan Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 3 years old, 41 lbs Came in shelter as owner surrender Jan. 17, 2018 Reason Stated: Animal health - will need ongoing vet care Storm is rescue only Storm is at risk due to medical condition. Storm may have possible kidney or renal disease, but further diagnostics will be necessary to determine diagnosis and treatment plan. Storm has been fearful in care center and should go to an experienced pet family. My medical notes are... Weight: 41.4 lbs Vet Notes L V T Notes 17/01/2018 [DVM Intake] DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 3 Microchip noted on Intake? Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : Owner surrender. Owner indicated a history of weight loss. Also noted that this dog had been "possibly" diagnosed with hyper-thyroidism by another vet in the recent past. 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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