#labor and delivery fic

[kiankiwi]

Your “the big day” fic is honestly so good and comforting. I was wondering if I could request something similar but this time with Austin? You could change some stuff but could it revolve around the birth of his first child and hi, being very supportive etc?:)

Of course! I’ve been wanting to write one for Austin for so long! I hope you like it! thank you for the kind words btw

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As soon as you woke up this morning, not feeling Austin's body beside you, you were nervous. Nothing was wrong except Austin was at work while you were waiting to go into labor. You decided to get up and start your day as normal and wait for Austin to check on you. Yeah you felt weird but you didn't want to worry Austin if this wasn't the real thing anyway so you decided to shake it off and wait it out, paying attention to all the wiggles and kicks from your baby girl.

Austin checked on you and your baby, two hours later. "Hi m'love. How are my girls?" You smiled, showing your belly off on facetime. You were just dressed in a sports bra and a pair of Austin's sweatpants so your full term belly is on full display. "We're good..." You hesitated saying any more.

Austin got serious, noticing something was up. "What's up, are you okay?" You nodded, rubbing your hand down your side. "I'm okay right now. I woke up feeling a bit weird and I've had some cramping but I didn't want to scare you." Austin scrunched his brows together in concern. "Weird how, babe?" You shrugged, rubbing your belly feeling majorly uncomfortable.

Austin put his hands out on the table, pulling at them to relax himself. "Relax babe. What's going on?" You shook out your hands, clearly working yourself up as your husband sat with you over facetime. "I don't know I just feel like this is gonna happen super soon and you're not here and I--"

Austin cut you off. "Baby, baby, take a second. Slow down and take a deep breath for me okay. I'll do it with you okay?" You two stopped and Austin guided you through two sets of deep breaths, "In... out.. there you go. I know you haven't had any big pains yet but would you feel better if I came home so you know I'm there?" You wiped your tears and nodded, trying hard not to sob over such a small thing as your husband coming home from work early just to make you more comfortable but you just couldn't help it.

"Cry if you need to love, I'll be home in fifteen minutes okay? I'm not far away at all." You nodded, not trying to squash down your hormonal emotions anymore. "You want to stay on the phone with me until I pull in?" You nodded without really thinking about it, squeaking out a pitiful, "Yeah..." Austin chuckled. "Honey, I'm still right here. You can give me a hug in a second." You got up for a minute pacing around the room, trying to get your anxiety out of your limbs as the cramping twisted around in your lower belly. Austin clicked his tongue to get your attention. He kept his phone on his face as he walked to your car. "YN, where's your hospital bag at?" You took a deep breath, swaying your hips. "Why? It's not time yet."

Austin started jogging to his car. He really wanted to get you in his arms, make sure you were really okay. "'Cause baby, I just want to know where it is in case this does happen soon. I think your body is trying to tell you something okay?" You nodded, leaning your upper body on the counter so you could sway your hips better. "It's sitting by the front door Aus." He nodded and realized you were adjusting your stance as he put his phone in his lap still on facetime and started his car. "What's happening babe, talk to me!"

"My hips just hurt and I'm cramping." You groaned. "Please get here so you can rub my back!" Austin nodded. "Will do bubs. We're just gonna take it real easy tonight, you hear me? In case bubs sends you into labor soon. I can even order us some food." You nodded. "Even that sandwich place?" You had wanted a sandwich from this new little cafe that popped up in your neighborhood a couple months ago. "Anything you want."

As soon as you heard Austin's car pull into the driveway, you started crying as you leaned against the counter and scared Austin when he walked in and saw you.

"What's wrong baby? Do you hurt?" You shook your head as Austin helped you stand up and hug him. "No, I'm just happy you're home." He nodded, kissing your head and rubbing your sore back. "I'm here now, what do you want to do? Do you want a bath, watch a show?"

You snuggled into Austin's shoulder, inhaling his familiar comforting scent. "Just hold me?"

"Hold you? That I can do."

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Over the course of the night, you two settled in for a night that very realistically might be the last night that's just the two of you. You two settled in to watch the Harry Potter films and you were nervous that if you ate, you'd throw it right back up so you were just eating some fruit to keep your energy up and Austin offered you an orange popsicle before bed, your favorite flavor of popsicle. You snuggled into Austin as you two started Harry Potter movie #4 and Austin had his arm wrapped around you, rubbing your belly lovingly.

You awoke to Austin gently shaking your shoulder and standing over you. "What's going on?" Austin grabbed your hand, preparing to help you stand. "I'm sorry to wake you, I just thought you'd be comfortable in our bed. I'm coming up there too and I can't carry you." You pouted at your husband. Sad that you couldn't be carried to your bed and that you had been woken up in general.

Austin pulled the comforter around him. "Hit me if anything happens and you need me okay?" You smiled and nodded. "I'm okay for now. I just need my husband's cuddles." You said, turning your light out. "Then c'mere you."

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You woke up around three am with a sharp pain in your lower belly. A contraction. Finally you thought, this baby is coming. You groaned as you attempted to sit up. You know Austin told you to wake him up but you needed to make sure this was real labor. "Alright, my love, work with me here, mama and daddy want to meet you." You decided to get a snack while you were still allowed to eat and track your contractions to see if they were consistent.

You ended up tracking your contractions for the next hour and a half before deciding: Holy shit this really hurts and I need Austin. You trudged yourself back to the bedroom. "Austin... sweet boy. Wake up." He woke up with a start. "I'm up, I'm up! Are you okay?" You chuckled, gripping Austin's hand. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. You're about to be a daddy though." Austin's eyes went wide. "W-what? OH!" He rolled out of bed and quickly dressed himself. "A-are you okay? Did your water break?"

You shook your head, trying to adjust to a more comfortable position in the bed. "No, but we need to go, they're getting pretty bad." Hearing that, Austin rushed around getting everything ready to go. He honestly looked like a chicken with its head cut off. He got you in the car and right before he pulled off to head to the hospital, he gripped your hand, getting your attention, "You, mama, are gonna do amazing." You smiled, leaning into peck his lips. You only pulled apart when you felt a particularly strong contraction. "Woooah, okay, I love you too but we really need to go." Austin nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Upon arriving to the hospital, they assessed you and noticed you were only about four centimeters dilated. So you were good to labor freely for a while. "What can I do to help?" "Just sway with me? It helps my hips." Austin nodded, "C'mere." You latched onto Austin, holding on tight while you two glided around the hospital room in a bit of a slow dance while you two waited on another contraction.

Austin could tell you were having one because you bit into his shirt and squeezed your arms tighter around his neck, letting out another groan of pain. "Aus, my hips." Austin pushed your hips inward and the pressure helped immensely. "Don't stop!" You groaned out as you spread your legs a bit trying to adjust to help the pain.

Once the contraction was over you pulled back and studied Austin's face. "I-I can't believe we're about to be parents." He nodded. "I can't wait to see you be a mom. I can't wait to spoil her!" You gave Austin a look. "Just because you're this big A-list actor doesn't mean you need to spoil her Aus."

"Uh, yes it does. C'mon you know she's already wrapped around my finger." You giggled as you felt Austin caress your belly. "It's a matter of hours, mama." You groaned, "Don't remind me, I have to push her out." Austin chuckled and kissed your forehead. "You're gonna do so good. And I'll be right here with you. And I won't let anything happen to you love." You nodded, taking a deep breath, preparing yourself for the next contraction.

*Five hours later*

You were deep in it now, too progressed to be sent home but still just waiting. Austin was distracting you the best he could by telling you funny stories from his time on film sets but you just needed silence. "Aus, please, I love you but please shush." Austin nodded and rubbed his hand up and down your back dutifully as you rocked back and forth on all fours in the bed. You rode out the contraction, leaning your head down and pressing it in the mattress as you groaned. "Oooooooh! Ooooooow. Okay, I'm okay." You panted, attempting to take your shirt off. It was way too hot in here for you to care about being modest.

"Austin, I need... get it off!" you pulled at your shirt but were still too weak from the powerful contraction to fully take your shirt off. "I got it. I gotchu." Austin carefully and gently took your shirt off, careful of the monitors and tossed it aside so you were fully naked on the bed, except for the contraction monitor attached to round, heavy belly. "Is that better?" Austin asked. You nodded. "I didn't mean to be mean, I love you.. I just.." Austin nodded. "You have a free pass to say whatever you need to to me to get through this okay? I can only imagine what you're going through. You're so strong." You nodded. "Do you need anything?" You nodded, still feeling a bit too hot. "Ice chips please." He nodded and hurried to complete his new task.

*Fourteen hours later*

You were getting weepy and clingy at this point. "Pl-please don't leave me.. I can't... Fuck!" Austin shushed you, holding you tight as you held onto him. "Baby, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere okay? I'm staying right here. You can do this, I'm watching you and I won't let anything happen to you okay."

"B-but it hurts so bad." You wept. "I know sweetheart, do you want me to call someone to give you some pain relief?" shook your head violently. "No, no needles, just you." Austin nodded, kissing your hair. "I'll do my best."

"I-I need... I need.." The pain was starting to overwhelm you, your brain felt foggy. "What baby? How can I help?" Austin asked, ready to get you whatever you wanted. You could only get one word out. "Bathroom." You instinctively needed to be somewhere smaller, this room was too open and you didn't feel safe.

You got sat on the toilet, now in a smaller space and widened your legs a bit more. "Better?" The nurse asked as she situated herself between your legs, getting ready while Austin sat off to the side still holding your hand and watching you.

"I feel pressure." You warned the nurse. "That's normal. You're about ready to have this baby." Austin wanted to cry, you were about to meet your daughter. "I'm really doing this." You said, shocked that you were able to put together a full sentence through the pain. "You are mama, if you start to feel like you need to push, go right ahead alright, we're not going anywhere."

With your eyes still closed, you started to panic a bit, "Austin!" Austin squeezed your hand. "I'm still here babe. You're so close. We're gonna meet her so soon." Those words gave you the courage to give a small push. Austin smiled as he saw you bare down, grunting softly. "Don't hold back, keep going, she needs you." The nurse instructed in front of you.

Austin had an idea, he rose up on his knees and put his hand on the back of your neck, guiding your head to his shoulder so you could hide and hold onto him while you pushed. This way he could speak only to you too. "There you go, Y/N. You're doing so good. I'm so proud of you honey." His words just continued to spur you on, making you braver as you kept pushing.

It wasn't long until you felt what you knew people referred to as the ring of fire. You screamed, accidentally biting into Austin's shoulder. "I know it hurts so bad mama, but I don't want you to push. I want you to breathe through this next contraction and I'll tell you when you can push again, okay?"

"PLEASE!" You begged, your head still buried in Austin's tshirt. "Please let me push!" Austin's lips were at your ear. "Take deep breaths baby, just breathe. You're almost there. Big deep breaths okay." You took deep breaths until you felt some of the pressure release from below. "Head is delivered." The nurse said. Austin gasped. "What, what?" You worried, too scared to look between your legs. Austin grabbed your hand and placed it on the crown of your baby's head. "That's her, Y/N and she's so beautiful." You could hear tears in Austin's voice now.

"Big push again, Y/N, you're nearly there." You grabbed onto Austin and pushed as hard as you could, just wanting this to be over so you could hold your daughter.

Next thing you knew all the pain was gone and the nurse was placing your screaming daughter on your chest. "Oh my-- Holy shit! I did it!" You cheered, holding your daughter close.

You were holding Ava as you were now adjusting to laying back in bed. "You just did that, mama! Hi sweetheart, hi! I'm your daddy." Austin said, reaching his hand out for your daughter to grip onto. "You're so small." "Compared to you, you're a giant!" You said, smiling at Austin. "Hey! I just got long limbs." Austin defended.

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It's done! I had to scrap this twice but I finally enjoy it! Thank you to @mooodyblue for helping me with this request I appreciate you!

I hope you liked it!

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Princess Ti

Pair: Husband!Tee Higgins x Chase Sister!Reader

Descr: The day everyone’s been waiting for is here, GAME DAY- wait something’s not right.

TW: language, mentions of sex, childbirth.

Picture Day | Main Masterlist

WC: 5k

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“Y/n, it’s almost kick off!” Your mother-in-law calls out.

You huff hugging your bump, looking at the shirt you’d usually be wearing for game day if you weren’t 41 weeks pregnant.

Usually, you'd be at the game cheering your husband and younger brother on from the stands, but that wasn't really an option this far along in your pregnancy. But you at least wanted to indulge in your favorite game day tradition: wearing Tee's jersey. However, that wasn’t going so smoothly either.

Your bedroom door opens, and Tee’s mom pops her head in. “You okay, darlin’?”

“I would be, but I’m still pregnant, so I’m not.” She chuckles and sits on the bed next to Tee’s jersey. 

“I know how you feel. You’re tired, antsy, anxious, moody. Little princess is really enjoying her time in there.” She offers you a kind smile.

“I think I made too good of home in there. Tee says there’s no better place for her to be than the womb. Of course, he would because he doesn’t have swollen ankles and an extra 30 lbs to carry on his torso. He was so scared I’d go into early labor that I think he convinced her to stay longer. 2 more weeks and she’ll be evicted via C-section, and that’s the last thing I want.” You pout, joining her on the bed.

“Hey, everything’s going to be fine. You’ve been doing everything right to get your body ready for this. She’ll come when it’s right. You said you woke up with contractions, right?”

You nod your head, “Braxton hicks. I’ve been dilated 2 centimeters for a week. Tee didn’t want to go to work, but it only lasted 15 minutes. The last one was actually before you came in, but it didn’t last long. It’s been like this since I hit 37 weeks.”

“Hey, you never know; babies surprise everyone.” You chuckle.

“I think I can fix this problem, though.” She points to the jersey. “Have a pair of scissors around?”

You go over to your vanity and dig out some hair scissors. She takes them and cuts a long triangle up the sides. “Here, now you can wear it and be comfortable.”

You slip the jersey over your white tee and admire her handiwork. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome; now we have a game to watch.” You happily link arms and join your mother in the living room.

“Y/n, your brother is driving me insane.” You roll your eyes when you see her eyes glued to her phone.

“What’d he do this time?” You sit between the ladies and hog a bowl of pretzels as she goes on about Ja’Marr’s post-game dinner requests.

You spend the next half snacking, yelling at the screen (not that you’d ever tell your husband), and listening to your mothers chat about their sons. You fell asleep during the start of the third quarter but woke to the same pain you felt this morning.

“I’m so tired of these fake ass contractions.” You hold on to your belly as the tightening gets worse. “Sorry for my language.”

Your mother shakes her head. “Babygirl, you’re in pain. No one is judging a few curse words, even if we both know you have a sailor’s tongue.”

“Momma, what-whatever, fuck- J told you isn’t- oh my god.” You grab hold of her hand as it’s held out.

“Hey hey, breathe, Y/n, breathe. Are you timing this?” Your mother-in-law nods as alarmed as yours. 

Your eyes squinched, teeth gritted, and you cried out in a pain you’d never felt before. “Mommy!”

“Yeah, baby, I’m right here.” You feel her free hand run your back. You try to do the breathing exercises she tells you and finally exhale when the pain dials down.

“Y/n?” You look up at the woman teary-eyed. 

“I lied, I don’t think these are Braxton hicks. They started a few hours after he left. I thought they were fake until they were happening every other hour. Now there’s even less time between them.” 

“I’m calling your midwife over and texting my son.” Your mother-in-law rubs your leg with a smile.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell us you were in labor?” 

“Because I’m not. My water hasn’t broken yet, and they aren’t that close together. Tee’s not here. It’s not happening right now. If she wanted to come, it should've been this morning. It can’t be happening.” You shake your head and look up at the TV. As if on cue, your husband catches a pass and runs it to the endzone.

“Aww, babygirl, I know it’s scary, but this is what we’ve been waiting for.” She brings your head to her shoulder.

“The game isn’t over; we can’t just- ohhh fuck it’s back,” you whine as the contractions come back tenfold. You feel it everywhere now, your abdomen, back, pelvis- it was like you were being stabbed and electrified all over.

“Sarah is on her way over, and I called someone to get Tee.”

❁ཻུ۪۪♡

“Great catch, Tee! Great job, baby!” His teammates hollered as the wide receiver jogged over to the bench. 

The Bengals were winning 28 - 18 over the Browns, with both Tee and Ja’Marr catching each pass that came their way. Tee was all smiles as he sat back and took off his helmet. 

“That’s right, boy, show ‘em who's they daddy!” He chuckles as Ja’Marr hypes him up.

“Aight now, only one person can call me that, and she ain’t here yet.” They do their handshake with similar smiles. 

“Now that game gon be special,” Ja’Marr says before one of the sideline managers approaches them. “Hey, what’s the rush?” 

The girl looks at Tee with a sheepish smile.

He furrows his brows. “What’s wrong?”

She catches her breath and then speaks up. “We just got a call from your mom, your wife- Y/n’s in labor.”

“My sister’s in labor! Shit, I guess that day’s today.” Ja’Marr chuckles as his brother-in-law jumps up.

“I gotta go- wait, Coach- fuck.”

“Don’t worry, just go, Taylor knows. Go meet your daughter.” She smiles, ushering him off the field.

“I’ll catch up with y’all later. Take care of them! Good luck!” Tee waves as he runs into the tunnel.  

❁ཻུ۪۪♡

Your midwife, Sarah, arrived at the house minutes after calling her and, making her the third person in your presence who seemed to enjoy your pain. Then, before she could even examine you, you leaned over in pain and felt a small gush of fluids coat your shorts. 

On the way to the birth center, you were shifting between feeling extremely anxious, pure electrocuting pain, and intense worry. Everything was happening so fast, and the fact that your husband wasn’t here was making all your nerves go off. 

“Wow, this room is really nice. I had all my babies in a cheap ass hospital, so I’m not used to this kind of luxury.” Your mom praised as you settled into your birthing room.

“Momma, I’m begging you.” 

Tee still hadn’t arrived yet, it that, along with the fact that you were currently 5 centimeters dilated, was not helping calm your anxiety at all. Sarah and the two moms in the room were doing their best to soothe your aches, but nothing beats the comfort of being in your man’s arms during your time in need.

“Maybe you should rethink the epidural, baby.” Mama T suggests while tying your braids up into a bun.

“Yea, babygirl, it could help. It’s never too late to ask.” Your mom added. 

In return, you shook your head, unable to open your eyes due to the pain. “No, we had a plan. No matter how bad it gets, I don’t want them to take away any of my senses.”

 God, how badly you needed your husband. You wanted him to be the one rubbing your back and helping you through the worst pain you’ve ever felt. How could he not be here right now? He’s been waiting for this day longer than you and is late! 

“Where the fuck is my husband?” You grunt through your gritted teeth.

“He’s on his way sweetheart, just breath.” Sarah coos, earning a deadly side eye from you. 

“I’m going to kill him.”

“How about you think about how happy and relieved you’re gonna be when all this is over and your baby girl is safely in your arms.”

“Why did I let him do this to me?” You groaned, completely ignoring her. As the contraction subsides, you lay your hand over your eyes and let the exhaustion of labor pull you into a shallow slumber.

“Maybe we should start her on some Nitrous?”

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About Nine Months Ago..

“My boobs have been absolutely killing me.” You hiss as you palm the tender flesh. 

“Want me to massage ‘em for ya?” You catch the cheeky smile on your husband’s face through the bathroom mirror and shake your head.

“No, Tamaurice, that will make them worse.” 

“Awww, the government name. What did I do this time?” he lightly groans, shuffling into the bathroom like a sad toddler.

“Nothing that this can’t tell us.” You shrug, pulling a box out of a CVS bag. 

“Y/n?”

“Tee?”

“That’s a pregnancy test.” 

Ever since you and Tee got married, you kept a box hidden in the lower cabinet for emergencies. “Yes, it is.” 

“Why do you already have it?” It started as a gag gift from one of your friends. It was a Secret Santa party, and they thought it would be funny since you always joke about how much sex you and Tee have.

“Baby, it’s just a precaution. I could be just PMSing, but we have to rule out the possibility.”

“How many of these have you taken without me knowing?” Enough to know you want this one to be positive.

He turns your body to face his and perfectly reads the longing on your face. You want this to be the last one more than anything.

“Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to have a baby?” You shrugged, not knowing what to say.

“Y/n, I’m your husband. Remember that really expensive party on that mountain of snow? That was a wedding.” He chuckles as you slap his chest.

“I’m very aware that we’re married. It only happened eight months ago. I just didn’t want to be disappointed when you said no.” You frown, looking down.

“Hey, hey. Baby, don’t do that; let me see you.” His voice is calm and soft as he lifts your head to see his warm smile. “If you had told me you wanted to have a baby, I would’ve gotten you pregnant the second we got to the islands.” 

“Really?” He lifts you onto the counter so you can be eye to eye and smirks.

“Oh yeah, there’s nothing sexier than my wife walking around with my last name and my baby cooking for all the world to see. Fuck I’d love to see you pregnant with my jersey on. Then, by the end I get to raise a baby that looks just like you. I couldn’t be happier about that. Then after our little prince or princess is old enough and your ready, I’ll fuck you full of me again until there’s no doubt we’ll have another one on the way.”

Hearing him talk about getting you pregnant is so possessive, dirty, raunchy even, but all around absolutely amazing. He wants this just as much as you do, and maybe more. God, you’re lucky.

Grabbing his face, you smile as big as possible. “I love you so much, Tamaurice.” Then press your lips against his.

He chuckles into your lips and gently returns the kiss, wrapping your legs around him and hugging your body. “Ok baby, now don’t you have a test to take?” He asks after slightly pulling away, just enough for his words to come out clearly. You fully lean back and play with the braids on his neck.

“What if it’s negative?”

“Then I’ll spend the next few days making love to you all over this house, and we’ll enjoy every minute of it.” He said as if it was the sweetest dream he’d ever had, then pecked your forehead. “Okay mamas?”

Oh that name brought chills down your spine. You nodded as he lifted you off the counter and onto your feet. Taking a deep breath, you finally open the pink box and take out the test. “Will you stay here with me?”

“Of course, I will; now go pee on that stick mama.” He winks, slapping your butt as you walk into the water closet (private toilet). 

“I’m right here baby!” You roll your eyes but enjoy every bit of his enthusiasm. “I don’t hear any pissing, just giggling.”

“Oh my god, Tee, give it a second!”

“Want me to bring you some water? Actually I have a better idea.” Then he turns on the faucet. What’s not to love about this man?

Moments later, he hears a flush, and you join him back at the counter. “So…”

“We have to wait 15 minutes for the test to develop fully, " you said, putting the stick back in the box and washing your hands.

“You know waiting’s never been my strong suit.”

You roll your eyes and hop onto the counter. “Tell me a secret then.”

“Only if you tell me one.” He challenges laying his hands on your thighs.

“Deal.” You both smirk and count to 3 on your fingers. 

“Ja’Marr wasn’t the one who finished the rice and peas.”

“I hate making pecan pie.”

Your eyes widen while his jaw drops. “Baby, how the hell did you eat a whole pot of rice and peas?”

“Mamas, who gives a shit about the rice. You said you loved pecan pie. You asked my momma for the recipe!” Tee’s grip on your thighs deepens a bit.

“I said it because it was your favorite, and I wanted that second date! You can’t blame me for liking your fine ass. I would pretend to play flag football if it meant you’d like me as much as I did you. You know I hate running.” You whine, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his pouty lips.

His lips curve back up in a smile as he chuckles. “You do hate running, so you’ve made that pie every year on my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas shit whenever I mention it all for me. You’ve never liked it once?”

You slowly nod, biting your lip. “Nope.”

A smirk grows on his handsome face, exposing his sparkly teeth. “You must’ve really liked a nigga to be doin’ all the cooking with no ring.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “Of course I fucking liked you, have you met yourself. You’re probably the most charismatic, fine, intelligent, kind, sexy man I’ve ever met.” You smile, pecking his lips until he meets your lips with more force. 

After the short but sweet kiss, he pulls back from your lips but leaves your foreheads touching. “Damn, I don’t know what I did to deserve a woman like you. But I thank god every day for you. You know I’d do anything for you, too, right? Without you, I wouldn’t be the man I am today. After my first year in the league, I was feeling really low. Then, this angel walked onto the practice field and changed my life. There was no way I would’ve turned you down, not when you brought a light to my life I didn’t realize was missing.” You smile misty-eyed as he wipes away a stray tear.

“Shit, the only thing I regret in life is not buying you a ring sooner.” He says, causing you to scoff.

“Oh, two years was too late for you?”

“Oh, yeah. I was ready to be with you forever from day one. Your big-headed brother is the one who told me to wait, " he smirked.

You chuckle, laying a hand on his cheek. “Well, it doesn’t matter now. I’m yours, and you’re mine; everyone else be damned.” His head turns slightly, and he kisses your palm.

“Just me and you, baby.”

Then the timer goes off.

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When Tee finally reaches the birth center, he finds your mother pacing outside.

“Hey, mama J, what’s wrong? Is she alright? Is it the baby? Oh god, what happened?” He asks with his hands going to the top of his head, panicked and looking through doors to see if anything is happening.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here.” She sighs in relief, taking the corner of his shirt and dragging him inside.

“It’s bad, isn’t it? I told her I should’ve stayed home today, but she was too stubborn, and now-

“Now, she can finally relax because you’re here.” She smiles and turns into the room. You smiled immediately upon seeing the love of your life.

“Oh fucking, finally!” Tee lets out the breath he was holding in and rushes over to your bedside. “You took your sweet ass time.”

He chuckles at your grumpiness and lifts your chin for your lips to meet briefly. “I’m sorry, mamas, I got stuck in the pads and walked into a few walls trying to get them off.”

You press your lips together to suppress your laughter. “Okay, that makes everything better, " you say as the chuckles bubble to the surface. While you release your amusement, he admires how adorable you look in your soft pink gown, with your long braids pulled up into a bun and your large bump with a fetal monitor wrapped around it.

“I can’t believe we’re having a baby. How are you so calm right now? I’ve been freaking out since this morning.” He looks over at your contraction waves and goes bugged-eyed by the giant waves produced in contrast to your bubbly appearance. “What the hell?”

“She’s on nitrous.” His mom looks over, smirking. 

“Shit, momma, I forgot you were here.” He nervously chuckles as she walks over to her son and hugs him.

“That’s ok, you have more pressing matters. You should’ve seen her earlier, though. I thought she was gonna start swinging.” The pair look over at you, taking selfies in your hospital bed.

“Now look at her, giving birth and snapping pics, mm mm mm kids nowadays.”

Then, another wave of contractions hit you a bit differently. “Oh shit.” You raise and hug your belly. “Someone call Sarah right now!”

Tee’s brows scrunch. “What’s up?”

“The baby’s coming.” You take the oxygen mask your mom hands to you and take a deep breath. He comes over and puts his hand on your lower back.

“I know, that’s why we’re here.” You shake your head and grab his free hand, squeezing as hard as possible. “Baby?”

“There’s this pressure- a lot of fucking pressure. I feel like I need to push.” You groan out.

“Wait, you mean push push?” He asks wide-eyed.

“Yes, fuck! Oh my god! Fucking shit! Why the hell did I let you do this to me?”

“Ok, we need to order more nitrous.”

“Hello friends, oh Tamaurice, I'm glad you could join us today.” Sarah chimes, walking into the room in full gear.

“Oh, that was fast.” Tee remarks.

“I heard her from down the hall, so I assume it’s baby time!” Your midwife cheers, rolling her stool over to the bed.

Suddenly, all the anxiety from earlier about Tee missing your daughter’s birth evolves into anxiety about the birth itself. “Wait, wait, wait. Baby, I don’t think I can do this. We haven’t thought this through. I’m not ready. I can’t do this.”

“Hey hey hey,” Tee cups your face in his hands and takes in the immense worry in your eyes. “Y/n, you are way more than prepared. You know exactly what to do and have all the strength to do it. You’ve done an amazing job cooking and caring for her in there, but it’s time for her to be in your arms instead of your belly.”

“But what if I’m not a good mom? What if she comes out and we just fuck her up?” Your voice trembles as you lean into him.

“Mamas, you aren’t going to be a good mom- you’ll be the best. Every decision you’ve made in the past year was for her. Our princess is being welcomed by my queen, and my queen only gives her 110%. My queen also has a king who is willing to do any and everything for you. This king is also ready to meet his Princess Ti, and I bet her momma is too.” He pecks your lips and then smiles as your tears dry up.

“Okay, let’s have a baby.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The following two hours felt like a blur of emotions: voices of your loved ones urging you to push, the hands-on your body holding you up, the exhaustion of the labor wanting to take over. Then, it all fluttered away with a sudden relief and a sharp cry. You immediately slumped back into the bed, the exertion impacting every part of your body. You wanted to fall asleep right there, now that all the pain had drifted away and you felt at ease. 

Then you opened your eyes and saw her.

At first, it was just a tiny head of dark hair. Then your midwife turned around, and there she was, wrapped up in a pink swaddle cloth, one hand swiping at her light brown cheeks and big eyes searching the room. 

“Oh my god.” Your whisper makes her eyes dark right to you, and she lets out a whimper.

“You want your mama, don’t you? Come on, sweet pea.” Sarah coos and you gently place her in your arms. 

“Oh wow, you’re real.” You breathily whisper to yourself. The infant’s eyes stay on you like you're the only person in the world, just like yours stay locked on her. “Hi, baby.” 

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Tee leans over to kiss your head. You nod, stroking her tiny cheeks. 

“Yeah, she looks just like her momma.” He smiles, caressing her head.

“She’s amazing, I can’t believe we made her.” You sniffle. “Baby, we’re parents.” You smile, looking up at your husband.

“Speaking of, mom and dad, does our little angel have a name?” 

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Tee says as he rummages through the bag he brought. 

“What is it?”

He comes back with three black circular velvet boxes, one twice as big as the other two. “Here’s the real reason I was late.” You watch him smile, puzzled, while he hands you the bigger one.

“What is this?” 

“These ones,” he holds up the other two boxes, “are for our little princess from her uncles J and JB.” He smiles, opening one to reveal a small tiara.

Your eyes widen, and a gasp escapes your mouth. “Oh my god, that is the cutest thing I have ever seen.” Tee chuckles as he removes the small cap from your daughter’s head and replaces it with the small crown.

“Joe’s been asking what he should get her for months. I kept saying something fit for a princess. And he definitely delivered. He reminded me to grab it from his locker before I left. He hid it very well.” 

“And the other one?”

“I’ve had this one for a while. I think it was about a month after telling Ja’Marr that he texted me saying he had something for me to pick up.” He opens the second box.

“He didn’t.” You look up at him in complete shock and take it out of his hands.

“Pure gold bracelet, anklet, and ring set, made by the same company in NOLA that made yours. It was so hard to keep it from you; every time you had a slight ache or pain that made your days long and tiring, I wanted to bring it out and cheer you up. Especially when we found out they went out of business. I know you wanted this for our baby girl so badly. J really pulled through with this one.” Your mom joins you, looking at the set in awe. 

“I didn’t even know he knew about that.” She whispers.

“Me neither.” You sniffle as your husband kneels, takes the small bracelet out, and clasps it around your baby’s wrist.

“There are more adjustable chains for when she outgrows this one, but for now, she’s perfect.” He smiles, kissing her tiny hand.

“What about this one?” Your mom points to the box he handed you first. 

“This one is from me to my beautiful bride, who I am forever thankful for and proud of for doing one of life’s hardest jobs and giving me my baby girl.” You blink away tears as he smiles and kisses your hand before sitting on the side of the bed and revealing the last item. “I told you you’d always be my queen. And since our princess already has hers..” 

“Tee, it's beautiful.” Your voice trembled as he lifted an almost identical replica of the tiara on your baby’s head onto your own. 

“Only the best for the loves of my life.” He wipes a fallen tear from your cheek and kisses your head. Shifting over in the bed, you gesture for him to sit closer, and he gladly scoots up next to you.

Sighing in pure contentment, you lay your head on his chest. “Thank you, " you replied softly, yawning, then gently passing the bag to your husband. 

“We gotta make sure the princess lives up to her name. Ain’t that right, Tiana?” He cooes holding her with one arm and you with the other, supporting her head with your body.

“Yea my little girl’s not gonna fall for those little f boy traps, nope. She has a daddy who will show her the universe, so no one can ever top it but yourself. My precious girl, Tiana...

You swiftly drift off into a deep sleep, listening to your husband make promises to her, knowing he will keep.

ʚ❤︎ɞ ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ ʚ❤︎ɞ

A few hours later, after you’ve rested and fed your baby, Tiana receives her first visitor.

“Hey, family, where’s my Titi?” Ja’Marr sings, walking in your room.

Rolling your eyes, you nudge your head to where Tee’s sitting on the lounge chair next to your bed. 

“There she is,” he grins, sitting on the edge of the bed to admire her. “Wow, she’s incredible. You did a great job, sis.” He says, handing you two bags.

“Thank you, and thank you. How was the rest of the game?” you ask, opening the bag of steaming food, which fills the room with a mouthwatering aroma, and digging into your Cajun fries.

“It was okay. Most of the guys were worried about you. But we won, so all is well. They even dedicated the win to baby Tiana.” He chuckles, removing the beanie from his head.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, causing some of the fries to fall onto your gown.

He looks back at you, confused. “What?”

“Oh right, I forgot to tell her you buzzed your hair too.” Tee mentions it as if it was nothing.

“Bro, seriously.” Your brother questions, earning a shrug from your husband.

You continue to stare at him in shock but resume eating. “Did you do it yourself too?”

He shakes his head. “Hell nah, not after what I did to him.” You snort, thinking about the impromptu shape-up you had to give your husband.

“Yeah Tiana didn’t enjoy it either; she kicked so much that day.” 

“Baby, you sure it wasn’t because you overloaded on sugar beforehand?” Tee smirked, stealing one of your fries.

Before you can respond, you hear a whine come from his arms. 

“Oh, I'm sorry, Tiana. Are we not paying attention to you?” You smile at his ‘baby voice’ and look over to watch them interact, like everyone else in the room.

“Damn, she looks exactly like you, Y/n. Especially with the gold.” Ja’Marr winks.

“I still can’t believe you kept them a secret from me for eight months. I cried for days when they announced that they were closing down. I don’t know if you're the best or worst brother doing this to me.” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. 

“I think I earned brother of the year with that set.” You snorted, shaking your head.

“Yea, no, not with that haircut. Now go hold your niece.” You ordered, shoving him off the bed.

“Hey, that’s fine by me. Come on,  Titi, it’s Uncle Marr time.” He gave Tee grabby hands until the baby was passed into his arms then he took the seat.

“Thank goodness you don’t look anything like your dad. You might have his last name, but you got all the good Chase features.” Your husband rolls his eyes, joining you on the bed.

Wrapping his arms around you, he sighs softly. “That’s my princess.”

“I know, honey. Think about this: she might not have it now, but when she gets older, I know she’s gonna have your amazing smile.” 

“You think so?” You nodded, then kissed his lips. 

“I know so because that’s the only expression she’s going to know. She’s going to learn that she has the best daddy who always makes sure her momma is smiling. She'll never have to worry with you by her side.” 

He chuckled, showcasing his award-winning smile. “I love you and Tiana so much.”

“We know, right, Titi?” Your daughter wiggled in her uncle’s arms, trying to find your voice, and then a slight whimper started to bubble.

“Oh, come on, Tiana, we were having a moment.” Ja’Marr pouts as the baby’s eyes start crinkling.

“I guess I’ll give you back now, but I will be back, Titi.” He mumbles, handing her to you.

“Oh, my precious princess Ti.”

﹌﹌﹌ ꕥ ﹌﹌﹌ ꕥ ﹌﹌﹌ ꕥ ﹌﹌﹌

a/n: I don't think I've ever worked on a fic as much and as hard as this one. I'm very glad it's finished, so yall enjoy. The final part of this mini series will be out next week!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged if you liked this fic.

[rayitoxd2]

You were the most feared pirate in the whole 7 seas, you lead you crew through all kinds of adventures, you were on top of the world. Everyone respected and admire you, but you had a dark secret. You were carrying your rivals baby.

His name was Void, the name given by his victims who affirmed his eyes where a empty and black as the void. Despite his cold demeanor and look, he was undeniable attractive and every time you found each other in a inn, you spent the nights together.

However, you soon found out you were expecting. You decided to hide it away, knowing that if Void found out, he would kill you and the baby.

Now, nine months after, you were heavily pregnant, you’ve been having contractions all night and you felt the pressure of the baby’s head pressing against your pelvis. You’ve been pacing and changing positions hoping to ease the discomfort. The pain was getting stronger, your abdomen getting hard with each contraction . Your second in command, looked at you concerned. You try to hide the pain, as you don’t want them to see you as weak.

Suddenly you hear fighting sounds, metal against metal. A crew member entered your cabin, his face pale and looking nervous. Your second in command frowns and steps in fron of you, bloquing the view of your sweaty and flushed frame.

“What do you want” Your second in command says, his voice strict

“Void…He is attacking us-“ suddenly a sword went through his body, and he felt limp in the floor.

You were panting, your face flushed and you felt hot. Your belly contracting hard and painfully, you looked up only to see Void looking at you. Your second in command quickly tried to attack him but Void was faster and he knocked him out. Now it was just you and Void.

”well… I never thought i see you like this” He says walking closer and putting a hand in your belly. You recoil trying to get out of hi reach but a contraction hit you pinning you in. Place. “So vulnerable, so easy to kill…” he laughed. “And all thanks to me”

With the contraction easing up, you tried to move only for him to stand up and threating you with his sword. “What do you think you are doing” he says coolly. You tried to defend yourself but another contraction hits you, they were getting stronger and closer. A moan scaped from your lips and Void laughed, his laughed was devoid of humor and was more like a mock.

Suddenly you felt a change in the pressure in you pelvis and your water broke. Void had an eery smile looking the puddle that was starting to form in the wood floor. What was he thinking? What will happen to you and your unborn child?

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Mika and her husband has a huge birth fetish. They arrange some sort of game to enjoy the birth and labor. The game separated into 3 phase

Phase 1

when in labor, Mika stuck a dildo in he vagina through her birth canal. Then put on tight underwear and yoga pants (this will important later). Her husband drove them to the remote cabin that so far from their house. Now the game really start. After got into the cabin. Her husband will do what ever to Mika body. After some begging her husband take off the yoga pants. Some times later take off the dildo

Phase 2

After take off the dildo, her husband will leave for some times (not for short) and instruct Mika to do not push yet. Mika triying to hold the push but her body didn't listen. She can feel the baby going down,and after some times the head is full crowning. But after some hard push the baby keeping slide back because there is still underwear blocking the baby

Phase 3

"I thought I say don't push" Say her husband walk in while Mika begging. "Now I need to punished bad girl" As he positioned himself at the front of Mika. With his hard as iron cock push the baby back in so deep.

Her husband said if Mika can make her husband cum, he can push for 30 minute. If the baby not born yet, her husband will push the baby back in with his cock.

If mika cum first, her husband can make himself cum 1-3 time with your body

This goes on for some round. Majority of time Mika cum first, but some times her husband cum first

This is a very well fleshed out concept, I like it but do please fix the grammar it really hurts to read, take your time it's okay. Thanks still.

Let's Play A Game

tw: 18+ Minors DNI

Mika & John we're a very intimate couple, they we're close and been expecting an arrival of twins any moment though each had a broad imagination with intense fantasies within their similar urges, yet very opposing.

Mika's fantasies we're far more modest to John's who'd be much more intense with his ravenous thoughts, this really worried her and she told him to tone it down for this very special occasion for the twins safety, yet it seemed he did not listen and she called up a backup in case.

Mika was in consistent discomfort and aches since the day until midnight and afternoon, John was in his room working as she wanted to have fun and rode on her clear dildo as hot, sexy and vigorously as possible, loudly moaning and getting louder and harder until reaching her peak then popping out an intense flush of fluid as she grunts with visible aches.

John overheard, got up and prepared what they'd planned out, she stood up slowly and went to take the dildo off the bed and pushed it back in again, held it in and grabbed her tight panties and uncomfortably pushed it in further with yoga pants, increasing the incredibly hardened cramps & powerful contractions but managed to barely hold up.

For her comfort, he brought a pantyhose for her to put on later when he'd watch her struggle through cloth as they agreed to per promise, she got off the bed and slowly got over to their car with her hand on her back for support & cradling the huge mass constantly aching per agreement.

She got in the backseat, sat down and sneered as she told him "fuck you." he tilted his head and began the engines then driving off in the forest towards the cabin they made.

Mika heaved, she swayed off her hair and leaned back into the cushions, holding onto her contracting womb hoping this would end soon as she rubbed her bump searching to any sort of comfort or soothe to the intense pain building.

Once they reached the cabin, she waddled out the car and he unlocked the empty place and brought her in as she got on her knees and he pulled off her yoga pants for pantyhose over the tight panties for some release or comfort, then he went back and forth to grabbing supplies.

Before he went out to grab the supplies for they planned on, she felt him press on her panties causing her to shriek and heave, shifting over with a lean as he spoke cynically "Don't you dare push until I come back, 'kay and hold on." pulling her pantyhose and tugged onto the dildo and pulling it out.

She wailed, bent over with her golden-red hair draping over with deep sharp inhales, cradling onto her bump with soft grip as she shouts "WATCH IT! Ouuufffhhh! I'm having the twins here so please... egrhhhh, BE CAREFUL!" as he goes with shrugged shoulders and grabbing supplies.

Inhaling sharply and frequently as she massages her bump trying her best not to push, though she felt a pain radiate throughout her abdomen with the first of the twins going down her canal slowly, burning it's way through then with aches and cramps around her back.

As it stopped in the middle of the canal, she inhales tried clamping it in but lacking any success as it slowly moves down with stuttered progress, meeting her lips and pulls them apart and stretching her out further and further.

Her husband wasn't gone for long, he went back and forth and around the house for some other supplies as she tried resisting with all her might but the pain was too much for her to resist and she succumb as she silently bore down.

Pressing the round bump, placing her left fist atop her bump as she silently huffed and sharply inhaled with hard clench of her fists and closed teeth, exhaling with the pain as the head then pops out but then snaps back in from the tight panties.

Unable to resist longer, she began pushing more and harder against her tight panties as she rocked in a pendulum like motion, as the head locked in place from the tightness of the cloth as she pushed out the neck but it slips back inside.

The cycle repeats for ten minutes and her husband returns, with a cynical and sadistic tone spoke "I thought I said don't push yet? I guess you deserve a punishment for disobedient behavior" as he rips through her cloth and laid her down as he drops his pants and drives his snake against the head as Mika shrieks and begs "NO! W- AUGH! WAIT! NO PLEASE! WE DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS *COUGH* WAIT! STOP- NOO! UAAAAGGGHHHH!! JOHN PLEASE!".

The baby was set all the way back, she trembled in pain as he pulls out and she shrieks and huffs as he pressed his arm into her belly, she screams viciously as the baby shoots back to a crown but is painfully stopped by his fingers.

He describes his idea "If you cum before me, I fuck harder and longer and if you make me cum, you get only thirty minutes to push before I push it back in with my cock" an incredibly wide eyed expression rose out of Mika.

He begins to pound her as she grunts with rolling tears, her bump aches and begins to burn as she feels him rampage with her body and resists to try and cum and even through the burning pain, she tries to push but she shrieks with the thrust of his snake inside of her body.

But she fails and cums, he begins to flip her onto her back and begins to fill her up again as she screams from pain, a bruise begins cover her vagina from all the intense force.

Starting a timer on his phone as she groans, shifting down as the crown pops open to the head, she sobs with silence and bore down and pulled her legs up to her head as the shoulders inched out and within two minutes spewed out with the whole upper-body with twenty minutes on time.

Grunting weakly as she pushed her chin into her chest, the baby inched forward and burst out of her, she dropped her legs and placed the baby onto her chest where it laid as it took it's first breath and cry as she shushed it to sleep.

John positioned himself between her thighs and laid away the newborn, she stared fearfully as he pinned her arms & thrusts in as she huffs with open lips and weakly grunts in pain and extreme exshaustion, only able to twitch a finger.

This time she secretly bears down while he thrusts, pursing her lips and taking sharp inhales as she's wracked in hellish contractions and succumbs to the pain, opening her gape and gasps out in worse pain with her attempt to push.

She felt herself ejaculate and he pinned her against the wall and wrapped her arms around her back, thrusting her down onto his thick dick as she hisses and gasps with the burning rising and falling while she visibly aches, her bump turned to a smoothened stone, she faced the ceiling and bore down.

The head moved back and forth inside her as he squeezed into her canal, she felt the pressure push back but it moved forward, she felt her birth reflex kick in as she no longer was pushing but trying to catch her breath as he put her down & she rolled to her side, her crown widened as he left for a bath as she grunted silently, her lips spread to their limit.

Bruised and swollen, she seemed to be bleeding as the head bursts forth as she squeals like a pup with her canals spilling out and she cupped the head, searching for the cord while the other one still remained attached as she needed to push and placed her hands onto her bump, gulping down as she endured the pain without pushing from sheer exshaustion.

The shoulder propped up and burst out, the baby dangled whilst she held the upper-body and gently tugged the baby out of her while she moans softly, the twins we're out and the second born was breathing fine, she shuffled to get something to swaddle the twins in, she cradled both in her arms and cut off both cords as she pulled the placenta out.

There was a bit of soreness but no more pain, she awaited both to perk up and feed onto her breasts as her husband then comes in from his bath as she stares furiously as she calmly & weakly speaks "I *huff* wanna go home." as then they pack up and she's drive home as she rests for now.

The relationship is on thin ice, they had a divorce and she finds a lover more capable and caring than the last, as this time things go smoothly even in their roughest times.

[feeling-pushy]

Journey to the Kingdom

Thank you to my anonymous commissioner for giving me yet another amazing commission with Mika! Love writing for her and this premise was a really fun one! I hope I'll get to write for again in the future!

~2k, fpreg, in the woods, alone in the woods, nsfw

The ancient forest enveloped Mika’s small caravan as it creaked along the narrow path. Sunlight pierced through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the moss-covered ground. Mika, with her shoulder-length black hair tied back, looked out from her coach seat, her light grey eyes scanning the surroundings. Her hands instinctively rested on the gentle swell of her belly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she felt a flutter of movement from within.

The journey had been long and arduous, but the promise of gold and the honor of delivering the future heir of a distant kingdom had driven her to accept the task. Normally, she would have refused such a request, especially being in the late stages of her own pregnancy. However, the prospect of securing a prosperous future for her child outweighed the risks.

The rhythmic clatter of wheels over uneven ground punctuated the quiet, each bump sending a twinge through Mika's body. Her once slender frame had softened during pregnancy, a transformation she accepted with grace, knowing it signified the miracle of life growing within her. With a soft sigh, she shifted in her seat, attempting to find a more comfortable position to ease the discomfort  tugging at her lower back and hips.

Traveling alone was not ideal, but it allowed her the peace and solitude she needed to prepare for the task ahead. The forest around her was alive with the sounds of birds and rustling leaves.

"You're going to meet a little prince or princess soon." Mika murmured softly, her voice a soothing counterpoint to the rhythmic sway of the caravan. She placed a gentle hand over her belly, feeling the movements within. "We're almost there. Just one more days travel."

The caravan jolted over a particularly rough patch of road, pulling Mika from her reverie. She winced slightly, placing a hand on her lower back to ease the discomfort. Her hands rested lightly on the reins, guiding the sturdy mare along the winding path.

As Mika adjusted her position on the cushioned seat once again, her thoughts turned to the practicalities of the journey. She had packed all the necessary supplies, her medical instruments carefully wrapped and stored. She carried herbs and potions, remedies for pain and complications, as well as her own provisions. The caravan was modest but sufficient, providing shelter and a place to rest during the long nights.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the forest. Mika knew she would need to find a suitable place to camp for the night. Aside from that, her back could use the rest, as the jostling of the cart had agitated it, causing her discomfort all day. She guided the caravan off the main path, following a narrow trail that led to a small clearing.

As she set about making camp, she felt a tight cramp ripple through her abdomen, squeezing her hips. She paused, leaning against the side of the caravan, breathing deeply to ease the discomfort. It had been a long day, and the constant jostling of the caravan had taken its toll. She waved the pain away, convincing herself it was just the strain of the journey as she got back to setting up the camp.

As darkness fell, Mika sat by the small fire she had kindled, the fire crackling and popping as she settled down on a blanket spread on the ground. The warmth of the flames and the quiet of the forest provided a brief respite from the day's challenges. Setting up camp had taken longer than normal, her having to stop now and again to ease a flare-up of pain in her back and hips, still sore from the journey.

But now everything was set up and she was settled. Mika closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment of peace as she let the warmth of the fire wash over her.

Just as she began to relax, a more powerful cramp seized her, doubling her over in pain. She clutched her belly, gasping for breath. This was different, much stronger than the earlier cramps. Panic flickered in her eyes.

"No... Not now." she whispered to herself, she placed a now trembling hand upon her abdomen, struggling to stay calm. Another wave of pain followed quickly, causing her to wince, eyes closing tightly as she focused on her breathing, just as she had counseled countless women before in their labors. There was no denying it now, she was in labor, alone in the middle of the forest, far from any help.

Her mind raced, assessing her situation. She knew she had to act quickly. The supplies she carried for others' deliveries would now have to be used for her own. Fighting through the pain of the contractions that now came in waves, she crawled to the caravan, rummaging for the necessary items. She found clean linens, a sharp knife, and herbs to ease the pain.

Mika set up a makeshift birthing area near the fire, laying out the linens and preparing for the task ahead. Despite the fear and uncertainty, her training as a midwife kicked in, guiding her actions with a steady hand.

As the next contraction hit, she gripped the edge of a nearby log, sweat beading on her forehead. The forest seemed to close in around her, the shadows lengthening as night fell.

As the contraction subsided, Mika eased herself down on her back, propping herself up on her elbows. The firelight flickered across her face, “You know, this isn’t the best timing, little one.” she murmured, her voice a mixture of pain and tenderness. “But I’m still excited to meet you. We’re going to get through this, together.”

Time passes, and the forest around Mika was now completely dark, save for the fire as it casted it’s long, flickering light. The contractions were relentless now, coming in waves as they squeezed and then released, and Mika could feel the pressure building inside her. It was a deep, almost unbearable force, pressing down with a sense of urgency that she couldn't ignore.

She planted her feet firmly on the ground, lifting her hips to rock and sway them, trying to relieve the mounting pressure. The movements provided some small comfort, a way to keep her focus amidst the waves of pain. She breathed deeply, in and out, her hands gripping the edges of the blanket beneath her.

“Come on, little one.’ she panted, her voice a bit strained, ‘We’re almost there. Just a little more.”

And then, in the midst of the turmoil, she felt it—a profound shift deep within her. With a small almost popping sensation, a gush of warm, clear fluid came from between her legs, soaking the blanket beneath her. Her water had broken, the sensation both a relief and a new source of anxiety, knowing that she might need to push soon.

Turns out, she didn’t have to wait long. As alongside the next building contraction Mika felt a deep, instinctual urge to push. The pressure was immense, and she knew she couldn't remain lying on her back any longer.

With great effort, she adjusted her position, shifting her weight and the blanket beneath her. She moved to sit up against a nearby fallen tree, the rough bark providing a solid support. The cool earth beneath her and the sturdy trunk at her back brought a measure of comfort amidst the intensity of labor.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she braced herself, planting her feet firmly in the ground. The firelight flickered across her face, highlighting the determination in her eyes. “I’m ready now.’ she murmured to her baby, her voice a mixture of pain-tinged resolve, ‘Let’s do this.”

Another contraction surged through her, and Mika bore down, pushing with all her strength. The sensation was overwhelming, but felt heavenly at the same time as it gave her purpose. She gritted her teeth, her body straining with the effort, every muscle focused on bringing her child into the world.

Time seems to pass nebulously as Mika fell into the rhythm of childbirth, only aware of her body and the progress she made with each heaving push. The pressure intensified, and she could feel the baby’s head descending. She let a primal sound escape her lips, echoing through the forest.

Sweat streamed down her face, mingling with tears, as she soon starts to feel a bulging between her legs, growing a little bigger every time she bears down. This drove her to push harder, knowing it was the final barrier between her and the moment she had been waiting for.

She gripped her thighs, anchoring herself against the overwhelming pressure and weight. With a deep breath, she pushed with all her might, her muscles straining. Then she started to feel a little stretch, as her folds started to part. By the time the contraction breaks and she stops to catch her breath, it's starting to burn.

She reached down instinctively, her fingers brushing against the soft, wet hair of her child. The sensation filled her eyes with tears of pain and joy, “You're coming, my love.’ she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, ‘Just a little more.”

Feeling her child’s head filled her with energy as she heaved anew, gritting her teeth as the baby's head emerged a little further, the burning sensation increasing. She could feel her muscles straining, her body stretching to accommodate the new life that was so close to entering the world.

Giving another big push, she felt the baby's head reach full crown, the pressure immense but exhilarating. Mika’s fingers brushed against the baby’s head again, feeling the soft hair. Mika panted, her voice filled with both exhaustion and triumph. “A-Almost here. You’re almost here.”

The next contraction gripped her, and Mika pushed slowly but firmly, feeling the baby's head inching forward. She could feel the baby’s head emerging, and her breaths came in short gasps as she paused. Mika then pushed again, guiding the baby's head out as she birthed the head fully. The baby’s head now rested against her thigh, the shoulders still within her. She could feel the slight movements, her child so close to joining the world.

Mika took a moment to breathe, her belly pulsing in time with her breaths. Mika then leaned forward and carefully supported the baby’s head with one hand, as she bore down once more, the pressure building as she focused on delivering the shoulders.

She pushed with all her might, feeling the baby's shoulders rotate and emerge one by one. The sensation was intense, but Mika stayed focused as with one final, fierce push, the rest of the baby’s body tumbled out, slippery and warm.

Mika’s heart swelled with overwhelming joy and relief as she scooped her newborn into her arms. The baby's first cries filled the clearing and echoed through the night. Tears streamed down Mika's face as she cradled the tiny, wriggling form against her chest.

“H-Hi Baby. Oh wow.’ she croaked, her voice choked with emotion, ‘You’re finally here. Welcome home.” The pain and struggle faded into the background as Mika held her baby close, the firelight bathing them in it’s warm glow.

Mika's journey had been long and arduous, but as she approached the castle, a sense of accomplishment washed over her. The towering stone walls of the kingdom’s stronghold loomed ahead, the castle gates opening in anticipation of her arrival. She cradled her newborn close to her chest, the baby swaddled snugly in a soft blanket, their tiny face peeking out as they slept peacefully.

As she made her way through the grand archway, she was greeted by a steward who bowed deeply. “Lady Mika.’ he said, his voice a respectful murmur, ‘The king and queen are awaiting you in the royal chambers. This way, please.”

As she was led to the chambers to meet the expectant mother, Her baby stirred slightly, and she adjusted the blanket, whispering soothing words. She had been through an incredible journey, both physically and emotionally, but now she was ready for the next chapter in her life and to assist in bringing another life into the world.

[longhardtransitionreturns]

Author's note: This is birth and medical fetish fiction. It's all fake. Of course I don't want this to happen to me or anyone in real life.

It all happened so fast. One minute I'm up in the stirrups pushing my baby out and the next I'm flat on my back on a stretcher being rushed to the OR. My legs are bent at the knee and my baby's massive head is laying between my thighs in a puddle of blood.

Being moved like this, still conscious with a baby hanging out of me, is excruciating. I ripped badly when the head came out and my clitoris was almost entirely severed. I've got fourth degree tears through my rectum and, though I don't know it yet, my ureter is so badly damaged I'm going to be peeing through a catheter for a while.

I don't know why no one thinks to give me something for the pain but I'm unfortunately still awake when they transfer me from the stretcher to the operating table. My scream as my butt hits the table and the head between my legs is jostled jolts someone back to reality and finally the nurse grants me mercy and pushes the drugs to knock me out through my IV.

Minutes after intubating me, they have me back in stirrups and the doctor performs a long midline incision for quick access to my womb. My tits jiggle lewdly as they push my baby's massive head back up through my ruined pussy and out the bleeding, sucking hole in my stomach. It takes two hours to repair my vaginal and rectal injuries and close my abdomen.

When I wake up in recovery I've still got a tube down my throat, my arms are tied to the arms of the hospital bed, and I'm in agony. It feels like I've been flayed alive and that someone cut my genitals off.

The nurse notices I'm awake and pats my hand soothingly. "It’s ok, honey, you've got an epidural. Just relax and let yourself start to heal."

I'm still paralyzed from the anesthesia and the tube in my throat keeps me from saying anything anyway but the epidural is working about as well as it did during my birth. Which is to say, not at all.

All I can do is close my eyes and pray I pass out from the pain.

[sillynesssss]

HEY LOOK OVER HERE!!!

hi! i'm silly and welcome to my blog! i'm kinda new to tumblr so pls be understanding lol. this is a cute little soft and consensual space where im exploring birth/labor kink and all that

i'm very inspired by @gimmeabigpush so definitely check them out!! their stories are amazing and one post they have finally pushed me to start putting my writing here <3

THIS IS AN 18+ SPACE!! age in bio pls!!

i love writing, specifically pieces that fit into the birth/labor/preg space.

I TAKE REQUESTS!!! i often find it hard to get started writing so request away!! be as specific or vague as you want

i also role play! dm me for more info but see my absolute no's here:

ABSOLUTE DON'Ts/NOs: rape/non-con (including cnc), incest, medical abuse, domestic abuse, death of any character/miscarriage

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anyways, have fun on my blog!!

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

for those wondering:

still alive….still very pregnant…

[ourbirthfics]

found a human x centaur birth fic :)

[emiimagination]

Pregnant Lucifer Week Day 6

Howdy 😄

🍎🦌📻

Yes indeed ^^ productive day ^^

After the Deer Gods AU, here we are with a new chapter of the Pregnant Lucifer fiction ^^

Especially since the moment everyone is waiting for has finally arrived: the new little princess is going to be born! ^^

But it seems that the new little Morningstar has other plans than those of her parents.

[leslie057]

who is ready to read a bunch of lovey dovey shit i made up ?

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Woman going for a birth world record for most and biggest babies born at home and decides to have some fun with it.

9. planned at home

+ triplets + big babies

ø overdue

# birth denial + pushing baby back

– all alone

Overdue labor + Long labor + Long contractions

Water-Breaking During labor over a towel

Birthing positions:

1st baby: On all fours with Long birth

2nd baby: Leaning onto something with Short birth

3rd baby: Walking around with Head sucking back in during birth + Waddling while head is crowning

You know the drill, I'll add an extra spin on it too.

Life's Challenges

Warning: This story contains disturbing topics.

The room was small and shoddy, an apartment that Hertha barely afforded and in desperation had begun a full week of working, weekends in and out of office but an opportunity shined.

She was impregnanted by an anonymous man, the babies were an accident but welcome into her life and soon they grew big and had gotten too big with her cramped stomach.

It'd had come to mind she might break a record for the largest babies, as in a recent ultrasound the babies had grown to a large size and it was discussed if she needed C-section but the idea was denied unfortunately for Hertha.

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On the drive to the workshop, she'd been having consistent acute contractions and it caused alot of issues but she managed to make it early by a three hour window, she was given a task.

And be paid handsomely by a wide margin, she accepted and had come to her new supervisors office as this personal affair was counted as an "official buisness" within records.

Hertha came through, her brunette head of hair was eye-catching as was her beauty and in the first impressions were impressive, they locked the door and she was brought closer.

Supervisor: Hertha so you've the upbringing of this company since the early days.

Hertha: Y- hoo- Yes, Ma'am.

Supervisor: And since your pregnant could I ask you a favor?

Hertha: Mmm- Whatever is needed?

Supervisor: I'll show you, come closer.

She waddled around the desk, her hand cast beneath her own womb as it jolts in pain she slows her steps and continues, as she stares.

Her supervisor stands and strips down, she gives her request as Hertha is stunned. Her supervisor hands her a sex toy.

Supervisor: Push it hard until I pop? Understand.

Hertha obliges, her left hand rubbing out the tension in her wombs side as the supervisor bends over and leans into the chair.

She pushed in the toy, as the supervisor trembles she then begins her favor and quickened her pace per see.

Her supervisor groaned in pleasure, she wrapped her hands around her womb a quickened winding of Hertha's pace.

The supervisor shook in absolute pleasure, trembling in the contractions but enjoying completely as she spurts out fluid.

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Hertha was spaced out and focused on the cramping binding around her back, breaths frequented as she feels an intense lowering deep into her canal as it squeezed through.

Focused onto herself trying not to push, a intense pain rended into her flesh, she let breaths leave her throat as she grunts.

She pushed the toy too hard and her new supervisor moaned to absolute perfection.

A small drizzle of fluid ran down her thigh, puddling into the carpet as Hertha got up rapidly to attend to her higher up but had resisted a pain in her canal as fluid leaked heavily down her stockings.

She gripped the desk's edge and crunched tightly, her contractions picked up and she gripped her womb's underside, having the extreme urge to push but resisted.

Attending at her side, her supervisor was moaning aggresively and had gushed too frequently, breathily pushing and crowns quickly but as one more favor.

Supervisor: Ah~ C- haah~ Could you push it in?~

Hertha was hesitant but her supervisor begged, she pushed it in and she let out a loud moan all throughout the room and was slowly beggining to feel the pain come in, the pleasure soon went away and she began gripping Hertha.

Hertha eased her in, she kept her grip tight onto the desk still sweating trying to resist the urges.

Massaging her supervisors back, the head came back to a crown and busted out with a thin gush oozing from her crevice, she helped out and had her hand slowly tugging the baby out.

She guided her over, her comrade pushed and began to grunt harshly cussing as she tugged before an arm popped out, she let her rest as the rest of the baby slipped out into her arms.

Lifting the baby up, she lend it over to her higher up, who promised a pay of $25000 return for the favor though weakly spoken.

Hertha was exhaling through her tight lips, sharp pains urged her to push but still once more had to resist, drenched in sweat and physically drained in energy.

Permitted to leave, headed to her computer.

She finished her last stock of the day, though overtime began to pack up and headed out.

Waddling akwardly, her hands below her womb she stands awaiting for the elevator as she lays a hand on top her belly, she bends in as a deep pressure lowers rapidly to her labia.

Her thighs spread open, her leg bent in towards each other, her breaths deepen in panic and in pain, she felt the head rest against her labia.

A rising burn, searing between her thighs her eyes widen open as her chest heaves in panic her heart beats in her head, she grunts.

The elevator dings and they open as she runs inside, the doors close and she leans into the corner as she spreads her legs groaning out.

Sweat begins to drip down her hair, she felt roaring pain churn against her cunt, it was spreading her labia as she resisted at once.

The elevator was lowering and she paced around the small box, timing each breath.

But a pain struck, the worst contraction gripped onto her womb, she collapsed to her knees and began to push and forced the head to bulge, it was held in by her tight panties.

She grunted as she held her belly, squeezing her palm into it's hardened rotundness then limping into the main lobby and heading towards the old exit and leaving the building.

The head dropped into her panties, she leant back onto the door, she grabbed beneath her mini-skirt and pushed it back.

A loud cry blared onto the empty evening road, she gasped and waddled towards the car, her thighs kept tight, she unlocked the and got in, sitting atop the bulge and let out a grunt.

Driving the way home, each bump she crossed the head would slowly move it's way out of her.

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Then when she reached her building, she went in and akwardly ran up each step of the stairs.

She kept a hand ontop the head to fight it from coming out, and came out on her floor she let out a groan from closed lips as she fought the huge head of the firstborn.

Vividly remebering the room, she sluggishly went and had reached the room 205, went inside then grabbed the camera before she collapsed to her fours still in her outfit.

Letting herself breath for a bit, she planned this out but not like this and began to record slowly getting into the living room, began to strip out her office wear and kept her undergarments.

She collapsed in pain, the camera faced the bulging head and her bruised lips, she began pushing against her tight panties.

Enduring groans that encased the room, she felt her panties slowly loosen and begin to tear off of her as she took a deep gulp of air and began to bear down and the head pulled off her panties.

The contractions hit her harder than before, it was lasting and felt electrical as she held her breath before she bore with a groan of pain.

It made slow progress, but the shoulder began to slough it's way forward and very painfully at that, she had a few small pushes with a small breaths of air to ease the shoulders.

Eventually it made no movement and began to move back, she had a rest for a moment then slowly tried to push foward, the shoulders had slipped out and an arm slipped away but then the other shoulder was stuck.

It burned her canal throughout, she was slowly hardening each push but the shoulders were to big to come out, then she began to repeat.

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Time had passed it had been four hours and so in her desperation with her pain worsening, she grabbed the head and slowly tugged it out.

Her bruised vagina was burning at each budge, it slowly budged forward as she pushed along with each long contraction, she felt it progress.

It was slowly coming out and then, it gushed an abnormal amount of fluid over the towel and the baby tore open her panties with the rest of it's weight and dropped into her arm.

She cradled the baby before rising and waddling with a wide gait, leaning over her house desk as she laid the firstborn onto the white cloth.

Leaning over, the second baby was descending quickly as she widen her legs apart as it pulled her down to a sort of squat, she took a breath.

She bore downz pressing her chin to her chest and squeezed her every once of strength as the pain hit like ten trucks that never ended.

Once the head crowned fast, she leaned into the chair and pressed her large belly into the wood to help with the baby, as the head spewed the floor with blood and fluid as shr groaned out.

When the whole baby dropped and she caught it into her arms, then laying her next to it's sibling who was fast asleep as she cut both cords.

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Wandering around the living room, panting in exshaustion her arms lifting her rotund large belly fully compressed in ripping contractions.

Frequently taking a stop to push, she bent over and laid her hands onto her knees slowly giving out small pushes for inches of movement that slowly descends further down, her pussy was burning after the constant bruising.

As it descended towards her entrance, it slowly crowned but then would not go any further out as she strained her every muscle, it would only slide back in with an intense burn.

She heaved her breaths and began to waddle around trying to assist in it's progression out, the head was moving slowly down with each pace around the room eventually she had to attempt once more for progress.

Down to standing squat, her figure under afternoon sunlight in sweat with her hands spreading open her entrance.

Pushing with her full might, she struggled and began to tremble as she huffed when the head stopped at the ring of fire, she was relieved.

Though it burned, she persevered through the pain as she waddled around for fifteen minutes and began to bear down while walking.

Her palms squeezed into her sides, she groaned loudly and bore down while slowly walking and after a few moments the head finally came out.

She went to standing squat and bore down as hard as possible, the head dangled below her cunt and the neck jutted out with a heavy fall filled off fluid and blood.

Once more she waddled, her legs spread wider as she felt the shoulder slide down and she fell to a full squat across the camera, she held onto the head gently tugging as she pushed.

The baby slowly progressed out and finally had gushed out with a dense fluid, she stopped the recording and cut the cord and swaddled them.

She sent the recording to guiness and then after a week they came in and assinged her "world's biggest triplets" coming in at 32 inches and 23 pounds and 15 ounces, congratulations!

She took a photo in her esteeemed happiness.

Also got a $26, 896 payment and prize money so she was very much sustainable for support.

[feeling-pushy]

Snowed In

Thank you to my anonymous commissioner for this commission! I had a great time writing this and this was a wonderful first commission!

~1k, fpreg, home birth, stuck at home, fluff, nsfw

Mika stood by the window of her cozy cabin home, one hand resting on her swollen belly. Her shoulder-length black hair fell around her face in gentle waves, and her eyes were fixed on the thick blanket of snow that covered the landscape. The world outside was a pristine, white expanse, the trees weighed down with fresh snow, and the sky a heavy, pale grey, much like her eyes. The storm had raged all night, and now, as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the snowfall showed no sign of letting up.

She took a deep breath, feeling as the tight cramp across her abdomen finally let go. Mika had been in labor since the previous night, and the contractions were growing more intense, this last one had almost lasted a minute and the time between them were narrowing quickly. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, trying to steady her breathing.

"Well, little one.’ she murmured softly, her breath fogging up the cold glass, ‘it looks like we're not going anywhere today. The snow's too thick, and it's still falling hard. We're just going to have to wait it out here."

Another contraction gripped her, and she winced, closing her eyes for a moment. "I know, I know.’ she half grunted, ‘You're eager to come out, aren't you? But just hang in there a bit longer. We'll manage, somehow."

She glanced around the cabin, taking in the warm, inviting interior. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a soft glow over the room. Everything was ready: the emergency birthing supplies were laid out, and the phone was within reach, though she knew the likelihood of anyone being able to get through the snowstorm was slim.

As the contraction hit it’s peek and squeezed down on her like a vice, Mika held onto the window frame, her knuckles turning white. She gritted her teeth, determined to stay calm and focused. "Almost there, baby. Almost there."

Two hours had passed, and Mika found herself in a different corner of the cabin, leaning over the back of the couch. Feeling the soft fabric of the upholstery under her fingers, felt oddly comforting, and she found squatting there the most bearable position as her contractions intensified. Each wave of pain was sharper, more insistent, lasting over a minute, with the intervals between them growing shorter and shorter.

She gripped the back of the couch tightly, her breathing labored. "We're getting closer, baby." she hissed through clenched teeth. "Just a little more, come on."

As another contraction hits her, Mika squatted down and rocked her hips, which she took a moment to appreciate how much they filled out during her pregnancy, her hips widening in preparation for the baby, even her breasts had grown a bit fuller. All this granted a softness to her now, that she couldn’t help but love.

Suddenly she gasps. Fluid splashes on the towels between her feet and doesn't stop dripping after. The realization hit her like a wave. "Oh, it's time." she panted, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her. "You're really coming now, aren't you?"

Even now, the urge to push began to bloom from between her legs. She adjusted her position slightly, widening her legs more, bracing herself against the couch. "Okay, baby." she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "Let's do this. I'm ready. We're ready."

Mika's breaths came in ragged gasps as the primal urge to push took over her body. Bracing herself against the back of the couch, she bore down with each contraction, feeling the immense pressure build as her baby began to move down.

Between pushes, she stood briefly, shifting her feet to alleviate the strain on her legs, a temporary relief that helped her gather strength. But soon the next wave hit and Mika would squat back down, gripping the couch for support, pushing with all her might, and feeling the intense pressure as her baby moved lower. "Come on, baby. Come on." she panted, sweat dripping down her forehead.

As she bore down again, the pressure intensified. She felt a new stretching and burning as her baby's head began to press against her folds. She cried out, a mix of pain and exhilaration.

Mika's body trembled with effort as she bore down once more. Each push brought her baby closer, a small teardrop shape of the head beginning to emerge. Her breaths came in quick, shallow gasps, and she fought to stay focused against the burning and the pressure.

With trembling fingers, she reached down, her heart pounding. She felt the small bit of her baby's head, the soft, downy hair under her fingertips. The sensation filled her with a renewed surge of energy. "I can feel you." she whispered, a mix of awe and determination in her voice. "You're so close, baby."

The next contraction hit, and Mika pushed harder than ever before. She felt the teardrop shape of the head growing, widening as her baby moved further down. The opening became about a quarter wide, the pressure intense but invigorating. Mika could feel her baby's head moving forward with each push, inch by inch.

She gripped the back of the couch, her knuckles white, and gave a heaving push. The opening widened further, and she could feel her baby's head pushing through. Soon that quarter shape turned into a full, rounded crown.

Mika cried out, the sensation was both excruciating and exhilarating, a mix of pain and joy that she could hardly describe. She could feel the top of her baby's head, stretching out her lips in that tight crown and it filled her with an indescribable joy. "Almost here.’ she gasped, her voice shaking and tears filling her eyes, ‘You're almost here."

Mika took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of strength she had left. The next contraction hit, and she heaved, legs trembling, feeling her baby's head emerge and not stopping until she birthed the head fully. Mika let out a sob of joy and exhaustion, she was so close.

Mika took a minute to gather herself, taking a few slow, steady breaths. Then, with renewed determination, she pushed again, feeling the shoulders begin to move. The effort was immense, but she could sense the end was near.

With one last, powerful push, Mika felt her baby's shoulders slip free, followed quickly by the rest of the tiny body. Instinctively she quickly reached down, catching the tiny body and lifting her newborn up to her chest.

Holding her baby for the first time, Mika felt a rush of love and wonder. The tiny, wriggling body was warm against her skin, the little face scrunched up in a cry. She cradled her baby close, tears of happiness streaming down her face.

" Hey, baby. Hi." she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. "My beautiful baby, you're finally here."

In the warmth of their little cabin, amidst the falling snow outside, Mika held her newborn close. The pain, the effort, and the uncertainty melted away, leaving only the profound joy of a new beginning.

[kiankiwi]

Just wrote a SHIT TON of a draft of a labor and delivery fic (elvis is allowed in the room because fuck dads waiting out in the waiting room this is my story!) I think I'm a little over halfway done but I'm stopping for tonight im really excited for it though thanks to @mooodyblue and @plasticfantasticl0ver for hyping me up and helping me brainstorm! It should be up at least in the next day or two

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Who's willing to make a story or fic about this specific video from Thisvid.

I wanna read it, Also since i've no more been busier than a bee in a hive.

[abigails-gf]

abby x fem pregnant (and then mom) reader plss

abby anderson x f!reader.

warnings: brief mention of IUI (insemination), reader is pregnant, brief mention of sickness, labor/delivery, some postpartrum baby blues.

a/n: hi! i'm so sorry for taking so long to write this one. i had to do some research for all of this since i've never been pregnant, so i'm sorry if it's not accurate, i guess? i tried my best. i'm super proud of it though, and i hope you all enjoy it too. this one is pretty long, around 6k words. maybe my longest fic? honestly, mama!abby might be my favourite version of abigail. 🫶🏻🫧🫧 she's just so sweet and caring. i love her so, so much. thank you all for the support! thank you. i hope you all like this one. ♡

you and abby had been wanting a baby for a long time. you'd seen multiple doctors, talked to nurses, got a bunch of blood tests, saw files of potential donors...

until the day finally came — around two weeks after the insemination, you had decided to take a pregnancy test. your period was late and the doctor had suggested you to do so. abby went to the pharmacy and got you a pregnancy test. you closed the bathroom door behind you, abby on the other side. a few minutes later, you washed your hands and opened the bathroom door.

abby closed the toilet lid and sat on top of it, pulling you onto her lap. you held the test in your hand. you two waited in silence, waiting to see the second line appear. abby had her arms around you, squeezing you.

suddenly, you squealed. "oh my fucking god!" you and abby looked at the test quietly before she started to tear up. she hugged you tightly, crying into your arms as you started to cry too, looking down at the test. "can't believe it..." she whispered, taking another look at the positive test. "we're gonna be parents." you turned your head a little, facing abby who smiled at you, her cheeks flushed, tears in her eyes. "oh, baby..." you kissed her. "i love you so much. love you so so much." you kissed her lips, cheeks, nose, eyes. everywhere. she chuckled and kissed you softly. "i'm so happy, baby. so happy you're gonna carry our baby." her eyes fell to your stomach. "there's a little guy in there", she sniffled.

she took a few days off, to come with you to the first ultrasound. the doctor applied the gel on your stomach. abby was standing next to you, squeezing your hand.

"ah. there they are... see that little white ball, here?" the doctor spoke in a gentle voice, pointing at the screen as she moved the transducer on your stomach. "see it?" she looked at you. your eyes were fixed on the screen. you could barely see it – see them, your baby. but oh, how you cried. the doctor smiled as abby hugged you, kissing your head. you looked up at the doctor and apologised. she let you and abby alone in her office.

abby took your face in her hands, caressing your cheeks. "we're gonna be mamas, baby", abby spoke, your foreheads touching. "yeah, we are." you looked into her blue eyes. "i love you s'much, angel. my pretty girl. mama of my kid." she kissed you, feeling you smile against her lips.

weeks passed by and abby was still so supportive. you both had noticed the changes in your body: the way your favorite jeans and the bra abby got you for your anniversary didn't fit so well anymore, the little belly bump being more visible. and the way you complained about feeling sore, tired... abby gave you massages each night before bed.

she sat behind you in bed, put some essentials oils on her hands before placing them between your neck and shoulders, softly applying pressure. "oh, god..." you let out. she smiled as she massaged your shoulders.

her hands started to travel to your front, as she massaged your breasts. you had been complaining about them hurting. she held them in her big hands, oiling them. you pressed your back to abby's chest, letting out sighs of contentment. "feels good, honey?" you nodded, eyes closed as she started to play with your nipples. she kissed your neck before massaging your boobs some more. she then let her hands fall on your stomach, rubbing your small bump. you opened your eyes and smiled at her. she looked into your eyes and smiled as she caressed your stomach. "so pretty, mama", she whispered, kissing your shoulder, her eyes on your stomach. you looked at her big hands on it. what a pretty sight, you thought.

she did this for the entirety of the pregnancy, even massaging your feet when you complained about how sore they felt. she made sure to cater to all your needs.

when you started feeling sick, she was there for you, she'd wake up at the crack of dawn to check on you, hold your hair if needed. she had taken notes on what helped with sickness and had gotten you a "snack box" which rested on your nightstand. it contained crackers, ginger candies and other goods. she always made sure you drank water and ate throughout the day.

even when she was at work, she called you to make sure you were alright. "how's my girl doing? you know, mel said fruits helped with her sickness when she was pregnant. can you check if we still have some? i'll go to the market after work if not."

you two would go to the mall on weekends, starting to prepare for the baby. you'd gasp over how small the clothes are. "baby! look, it's so small!" you said, holding a pair of shorts or socks. she'd smile and let you put the pair of socks in the cart. abby had picked a few clothes for the baby as well – since you two didn't know the sex yet, you decided to pick things that would fit them no matter what the sex was. she picked some overalls, some bodysuits. "honey, look. isn't that one cute?" she said, picking up a shark plushie. you smiled. "aww, put it in!" you said. she kissed your cheek, putting it in the cart. "love you and our little shark."

as for the nursery, you two decided to keep it simple for now. you had a spare room in your apartment. you and abby decided to leave the walls white, she hung up pictures of you two on the wall just above the crib that she had built. "baby? you okay if we put this picture of my mom here?" she asked, bringing in a photograph of her late mother. "sure, we could put it on the dresser?" abby put the frame with her mother's picture next to a bouquet of tulips. she turned around and hugged you. "thank you, sweetheart." you hugged her back. "hey, are you alright?" you rubbed her back as she hugged you tightly. she sighed.

"yeah." she pulled away, taking a deep breath. "just wish she was here, is all." you smiled softly and caressed her cheek. "honey... your mom would be so proud of you, i'm sure." she held your hand against her cheek. "i know, i know. i just wish she could meet our kid, be there. you know?" you nodded. "i know, baby. i know."

suddenly, you felt a kick in your stomach. "what's wrong?" another kick. you looked up at abby and smiled. "the baby, it's kicking." you took her hand and rested it on your belly, waiting for the next kick. your hand resting above hers as the baby kicked once more. abby got on her knees, putting both hands on your stomach. you smiled down at her. "hey there, little guy. or girl." another small kick. you both chuckled, looking into each other's eyes, standing in the baby's nursery. abby kissed your belly. "so excited to meet them. so thankful for you, baby." she squeezed your hand.

abby had taken a day off to come with you to your 20 weeks ultrasound. she sat on a chair next to the bed as the doctor put the gel on your belly. "let's see..." she spoke, putting the transducer on your cold stomach. as soon as she did so, the sound of a heartbeat came out of the sonogram. you gasped. "oh my god. is that the baby's heartbeat?" the doctor smiled and nodded. "mhm, that it is." you looked at abby. "that's our baby's heartbeat", you whispered. she squeezed your hand tightly, looking at the screen. you could see the shape of the baby's head, their little nose, and tiny legs curled up. you cried. "they're healthy, all is good, mamas." the doctor moved the transducer to the side, up on your belly. she spoke. "do you guys wanna know the sex?" you and abby looked at each other. "do you want to?" you asked abby. she shrugged. "it honestly doesn't matter to me, i'll love them either way." you smiled and abby kissed your head. "then, no." the doctor nodded and wiped the gel off your stomach.

"would it be possible to have a copy of this ultrasound? like, two of them?" abby asked. "sure, just wait here." the doctor left the room and came back a few minutes later with an envelope containing the scans.

you put your copy of ultrasounds in a photo album, along with the first scans you did months ago. abby had kept one of the photos in her wallet and given the others to her father.

she was the sweetest. you were so lucky to have someone like her by your side, to share your life with her, so lucky to have her be the mother of your child. you wanted to thank her, show her how grateful you were, how much you loved her.

you had planned a date night – a picnic, as the days started to get warmer, longer.

you started to prepare the picnic. preparing peanut butter sandwiches, some carrots to munch on, crackers and fruits. you put a blanket first in the basket, then the food, two wine glasses, some water and the bottle of sparkling apple juice that was in your fridge. you got ready, chose something you'd be comfortable in for the evening. abby and you went shopping for maternity clothes, so you had new clothes to wear. you finished getting ready, smiling at your reflection in the mirror. your bump was now the size of a watermelon, as you entered your sixth month.

you made the bed, picking up something from under it, which you've been hiding for a few months.

abby came home around 7pm. "baby, i'm home!" she looked at the full basket in the kitchen and walked to your bedroom. "pretty girl, hi", she said, hugging you. "what's going on?" she whispered. "thought we could go picnic tonight? a date?" abby smiled and nodded. "so sweet t'me, baby." she lifted your chin up and kissed you softly.

abby drove you two to a park. it was a pretty warm evening. she carried the basket until you found a spot near a tree, the sun beaming through its branches.

you helped abby lay down the blanket. "here, sit, baby." you two sat down next to each other and started getting the food out of the basket. you stayed quiet for a few minutes, enjoying this peaceful moment. "thank you, abby." you broke the silence, looking at her. she looked so pretty, the golden hour resting on her face, making her eyes sparkle. "thank me for what?" she asked, popping some berries in her mouth.

"for being here. for taking care of me, for being the absolute best girlfriend ever." you took her hand in yours and looked into her eyes. "i love you." she kissed your forehead. "i love you more, baby. love you so so much, sweet girl. no need to thank me, i should be the one thanking you. you're carrying my kid, already the best mama in the world. prettiest girl, sweetest girl in the world." you kissed her softly.

you reached for something in the basket, hidden by the tissues. you left abby's hand and looked down at your hands, they were shaking. abby was eating a strawberry, looking ahead. "abby?" she was about to answer, when she looked at your hands. she almost choked on the fruit. "baby?"

"abby, will you marry me?"

you opened the small velvet box, revealing a wedding ring. abby started to cry. "baby... is that..." you nod. "your mother's ring, yes. your dad wanted you to have it." you felt tears on your cheeks, smiling brightly, waiting for abby's answer. "baby, fucking yes, yes, yes!" she chuckled and cupped your cheeks, kissing you lovingly. "of course, i want to marry you." you put the ring on her finger. you wiped her tears as she wiped yours. she brought your foreheads together and smiled. "i love you so fucking much. swear, you're the best girl ever. my wife." she couldnt stop smiling. "my wife, mama of my kid, my sweet girl, love of my life." you giggled and kissed her soft lips.

you two spent the evening at the park, in each other's arms. abby rubbed your stomach, smiling at how big it's gotten. "can't believe it. how did i get so lucky, huh?" she kissed your forehead.

abby's father, jerry, invited you both for dinner one night, to celebrate his daughter's engagement. you and abby were seating on the sofa, abby's hand on your thigh. "i'm so proud of you, sweetheart", jerry said, coming back from the kitchen. he smiled at his daughter and hugged her. "your mother would be so proud, too. i can't believe my baby's gonna be a mother and gettin' married." jerry started to tear up. abby smiled. "dad, don't cry. c'mon."

"happy tears, sweetheart, happy tears", he reassured her. he pulled away from abby and looked at you. "told you she'd say yes." you chuckled. "i know. but there was still a tiny part of me that was scared of a no."

abby looked at you and raised an eyebrow. "really? you're carrying our kid and you expected me to say no? really, baby?" she kissed you. "silly girl." jerry smiled at the sight of you, wiping his tears. he looked at abby's ring finger. abby noticed his staring and looked into his eyes. "thank you for this, dad. you sure you don't wanna keep it?" jerry shook his head. "it's yours, sweetheart. plus, i still got mine to remind me of when your mother was mine - that she is mine." abby hugged her dad tightly and sat back down next to you.

jerry thanked you for carrying his grandchild and making his daughter happy. he even gifted you abby's childhood stuffed animal: a zebra. "thank you, honey. for making abs so happy, for being there for her when i can't. you're a real sweetheart. but i'm sure she tells you that everyday, huh?" you smiled and hugged him. "and you call me if you need anything, okay?"

only a few weeks were left before your due date. abby had gotten used to you waking up in pain, your pelvic hurting and back too. you shook her arm, trying to wake her up. you felt guilty for doing so, but she told you to wake her up whenever the pain was too much for you. "mmh, what is it, baby?" she stretched and opened her eyes. she turned on the bedside lamp and looked at you.

"it hurts." you took deep breaths, trying to calm down. "it's okay, baby. just lay back down, lay down." she helped you, putting the pillow under your head, holding your hand. "deep breaths. that's it, good girl." she rubbed your stomach with her free hand as you hissed at the contractions. laying between your legs, hovering over your belly, abby kissed it. "just lay down for me, baby. deep breaths." you relaxed a little as abby started to caress your stomach. "stay here, pretty girl. just gonna get you some water."

she came back a few minutes later with a bottle of water and sat at the edge of the bed, next to you. "sit up for me and open." abby brought the bottle to your lips and made you drink. "good." she put the bottle on the nightstand and laid back down next to you, rubbing circles on your stomach. "how do you feel now?" the contractions had calmed.

"better. thanks to you." she smiled and kissed your temple. "yeah? come here, sweet girl." she wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer, spooning you. her other hand on your stomach, continuing its soothing motions. "sorry for waking you up", you apologised. she kissed your neck. "shh, s'alright, mama. told you to tell me if you need anything."

you slowly drifted off to sleep in your wife's arms.

during the last weeks, abby had taken days off here and there, to be by your side. "but what if you go into labor while i'm at work?" that was her worry.

she helped you prepare your hospital bag – packing comfy clothes, sweatpants, pyjamas for you and the baby. toileteries, some essential oils, diapers and things for the baby. she also put the plushies for the baby, but also for you, if you needed some comfort.

thankfully, the day you went into labor was her day off.

you two were on the couch, abby had prepared your favorite for lunch. you were watching a movie, her hand on your stomach as you ate. the plate was balanced on your belly. you were about to put the plate on the coffee table when suddenly you felt something damp. at first, you had thought you peed yourself – which happened once during the last month. you looked at abby and stood up, looking at your seat, feeling the liquid trickling between your thighs. abby looked up at you. "baby, i think your water's breaking", she said calmly. you were in a state of shock, not moving.

abby stood up and put her hands on your shoulders. "baby, look at me. look at me, sweet girl." you did as she told you. "we're gonna get you changed, and then, we'll drive to the hospital. okay?" you nodded.

abby took you to the bathroom and helped you put on a diaper. abby could tell you were anxious and embarrassed. "baby, it's alright. i'm here, i'm here", she reassured you, taking off your soaked clothes. "arms up, baby", she said, helping you get dressed. she seemed so calm compared to you. she kissed your head.

"we'll be okay. promise."

she went to the bedroom and picked up your hospital bag. she helped you put your shoes on.

"come on, baby." she opened the door and took your hand, pulling you out of the house. you stayed close to her, hugging her as she walked you to the car.

in the car, she had her hand on your stomach. "it's alright, baby. deep breaths", she said as you started to have contractions. you listened to her, trying to focus on your breathing.

as you arrived to the hospital, abby held you, an arm wrapped around you. "my wife's going into labor", she said to the secretary at the entrance.

you were laying on a hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown as abby sat next to you. you squeezed her hand whenever you felt your stomach contract. "abs, it hurts so much." you said, on the verge of tears. "i know, baby. but you're doing so good. they said you were already 5cm dilated." she kissed your head.

you two had been sitting here for a two hours already. abby tried her best to reassure you, help you. she massaged your shoulders, helped you off the bed when you needed to go to the bathroom, tried to distract you from the pain by talking.

she put a wet cloth on your forehead and caressed your belly. "you're doin' so good, baby. keep on taking deep breaths." she kissed your cheek as you tried to focus on her voice.

"you're doing a good job, just a little more", the obstetrician said between your legs. you were sweating, letting out grunts as you pushed. "slow and long push, come on."

abby let you bite her fingers and squeeze her hand. "you can do it, sweetheart. think of the baby, how happy you'd be holding them in." she kept on patting the wet cloth on your face, caressing your hand.

one last push.

you were out of breath, tired, exhausted, your ears were ringing, your eyes almost closing. but screams woke you up. you flashed your eyes open and looked at the midwife who put the baby in your arms.

as soon as they were in your arms, they stopped crying. their skin covered in white vernix, eyes shut, small fingers moving toward yours. the baby wrapped their small fingers around yours. you started to sob.

you looked at abby, who was crying. she smiled down at you and the baby. "it's our baby," you whispered, looking back down. the midwife wiped the baby a bit, giving you a warm towel to hold them with. "it's a girl, congratulations", she said, smiling at you and abby. "a girl", you repeated.

abby kissed your cheek and your head. "love you and her so much." she cried, her lips against your cheek.

you looked at your daughter, her small hand wrapped around your fingers, the way she looked at you and abby – you were sure there was no greater feeling than this. abby put one of her fingers in front of your newborn, who wrapped her other tiny hand around abby's finger. "hey, sweet girl", she spoke in a soft voice.

"she's so small", she whispered. you smiled. "mhm, but ain't she adorable?" abby nodded and kissed your head. "just like her mama."

a total of 6 hours had passed since abby and you entered the hospital. the sun was slowly setting down. it had been an hour since your daughter was born, she was sucking on your nipple. abby watched you two from her chair.

you looked at her. "thank you for being here, abby. wouldn't have done it without you."

"no, thank you. thank you for being here, for being my wife, for giving birth to our daughter." she kissed your head and looked down at your daughter. "prettiest baby girl, there is." abby couldn't help but grin as she caressed your daughter's face.

"her skin is so soft." the baby moved her face towards abby. "let me hold her", abby said, carefully picking the baby up, making her scrunch her legs. you felt tears running down your cheeks at the sight.

"i'm so scared to move, she's so small." abby chuckled. your daughter in the crook of her big arms, she had her eyes closed, her little chest rising up and down. she was wearing a footie pyjama with different kinds of sharks that abby had picked and a little beanie. abby couldn't peel her eyes off your daughter. "she's so pretty. so small, so soft. and so, so cute. just like her mama." she looked back at you.

"thank you, baby. thank you for being the best wife i could ever ask for." you grinned as abby came closer to you, leaning down to quickly kiss your lips. "i love you, i love you and our daughter more than anything."

the first weeks back home were hard. you had some days were you could barely get up, stayed in bed and only held the baby for her meals or when she was asleep. abby would bottle feed your daughter if you were asleep, or when she woke up during the night. "baby, you don't have to do it. i can feed her, just wake me up", you've told her multiple times.

she walked around your room, bottle in hand, baby in her arms. "shush, mama. you gotta rest. i got it", she reassured you. you looked at your wife and your daughter, who was sucking vigorously on the bottle's nipple.

abby held your daughter against her, gently tapping her back until she heard a small burp. you giggled and abby smiled at you. "cute burp, isn't it?"

abby was there for you and the baby. she took care of you while the baby was napping, giving you massages, preparing you baths, make you lunch. she made sure you felt loved; always reminding you throughout the day how grateful she was to have you in her life.

once, you had sent her to get some diapers and she came back with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. "i love you, sweetheart." she kissed your head as you were holding the baby, walking around the house. you smiled and kissed her back. "i love you too, abby."

another night, you had woken up to abby's side of the bed being empty. it was early in the morning, still dark outside. you heard some whispers coming from the nursery. you got up and walked to the room.

the door was opened, the night light casting a blue hue in the room. you could see abby sitting on the armchair, not wearing anything on top, holding your daughter in her arms. abby's braid fell on her shoulder, the baby's hand on her naked chest. abby looked up as she heard your steps. she smiled. you walked to abby's chair and kissed your baby's head. you looked at abby and smiled. "hi." you kissed her lips. "let me put her to bed and i'll join you."

abby stood up, careful not to wake up the baby up. she walked to the crib and gently put the baby inside. you hugged abby from behind, kissing her bare back. abby stayed there for a minute, watching your daughter sleep so peacefully. abby grazed her fingers on one of the aquatic felt animals on the mobile above the crib and turned to face you.

"i love you, so much", she whispered, wrapping her arms around you.

abby's dad often came over. even more since abby had gone back to work after her paternity leave. since he was retired, he had plenty of time to come and help you. he also always insisted on babysitting your daughter so you and abby could go out for dinner or just go out the two of you. you were a bit scared to leave him alone with her at first, not wanting her to feel abandoned or confused. but your daughter seemed to love her grandfather, always reaching out for him when he walked through the door. and he loved her too.

jerry was playing with your daughter on her playing mat. she was giggling as he blew raspberries on her tummy. your daughter was now 4 months old. she was holding her zebra stuffie, which once belonged to abby, in her hand. absolutely adorable, you thought.

abby put a hand on the small of your back as you stood in the doorway. "you ready to go, my love?" you nodded. "mhm. jerry, you're sure you got this?" abby's dad looked up at you two and smiled. "go, don't worry. ow, ow!" he looked down at your daughter who was putting his fingers in her mouth. he giggled and poked her small tummy. "alright dad, call us if you need anything", abby said before walking out of your apartment.

she had booked a reservation at your favorite restaurant. you held her arm as you two entered the place. "here." the waiter said as he guided you to your table.

abby, pulled your chair towards her for you to sit. "well, thank you." you smiled. she sat in front of you, and looked into your eyes. "you look so pretty, baby." she smirked at you. "oh, shush."

dinner went well, abby and you talked about her work, how you've been feeling, and your wedding. "i thought, maybe we could do something, just the three of us. elope." you looked at her. "you don't want to invite your dad?"

"just us three", she reaffirmed. "what do you think?" the waiter came with your desserts, a cheesecake for abby and your usual. "thank you."

"well, i would love that. but when? and where? and what about our families?" abby takes your hand in her. "we could have a small party once we're back. but for now, i just want it to be us three. you, our daughter and me." she smiled softly. she squeezed your hand and looked into your pretty eyes. "as for when and where: how about next summer? i could take a few weeks off. and for where – anywhere my wife wants to go." she brought your hand to her lips and kissed it.

you smiled at her, feeling your cheeks warming. "i love you so much, abs."

"baby? how about catalina island?" you asked abby, scrolling on your phone. abby was changing your daughter, closing her overalls. "let me see."

you put your phone in front of her as she picked up the baby. "oh, s'pretty. can you check the laws on marriage certificates in california?" you nodded, opening another page on your phone.

abby gently bounced the baby in her arms. "we don't need to be from cali to get married, no blood tests required but a we need a witness..." you said, looking at your phone. "alright, i'll check for an attorney and an officiant." abby kissed your head. "you look for a photographer, mmh? and we'll check places to stay at together." you kissed her softly and looked down at your daughter. "your mama is the sweetest. did you know that, sweetheart?" abby blushed and hugged you close.

valentine's day arrived. you woke up, abby already gone to work. you went to your daughter's room to find her already awake, babbling. "hi, my love", you cooed. "hi, my baby." you picked her up and kissed her cheek. you went to the kitchen when you found a small note on the fridge: "happy valentine's day. x i'll come home a bit later. i love you. abs."

you smiled and started your day. you fed your daughter some banana puree. she had grown so much these past few months, already 8 months old. she had grown out of her newborn clothes so fast. you smiled as you put the spoon in her mouth. "good job, sweetheart." she looked up at you and smiled, flashing you her smile, her two bottom teeth showing. you kissed her small nose.

the day went by fast, you and your daughter went out to the park. she was so adorable, looking around, observing the world around her, babbling. then, you went to the florist and got a bouquet of blue hydrangea.

you went back home and put the bouquet in a vase, on the kitchen table. you spent the afternoon with your baby, reading for her, bathing with her. after the bath, you put her in her diaper and pyjamas before doing the same with you. you made your baby some puree and fed her.

you played with her a little until she cried. you breastfed her, watching her slowly dozing off. "mama loves you, baby", you whispered, wiping her mouth and kissing her head. you put your daughter to bed, turning on her night light and mobile.

you went to the kitchen and prepared dinner for you and abby. she finally came home around 7:30pm. she came to the kitchen to greet you. "baby, thanks for the flowers." she spoke, kissing your cheek. "happy valentine's day, my love" you looked at her and kissed her. "what were you doing? comin' home so late?"

she smirked. "had some work to finish." she kissed your head and hugged you from behind.

you two had dinner, talking about your elopement, your day, how much your daughter's growing. "by the way, i checked and we'll have to make a stop for a few days in L.A, to get our wedding license. and then get the ferry to the island." abby explained. "oh, that's alright. yeah, we can do that." abby kissed your hand, sensing you were a nervous. "it'll be alright, i promise."

abby went to take a shower as you waited for her in your bed, reading. she came out of it, wearing nothing but her towel. you looked up from your book and felt your face get warm. all this time, and she still had the same effect on you. she quickly looked for something in her work bag before clearing her throat. she sat on the bed.

"my love?" you nodded. she opened the small box, a ring with a small diamond in it. you gasped. "abby, i can't – why?" she grinned. "course you can, you're my wife. but you'll get to wear it on our wedding day. just wanted your approval. you like it?" you leaned your head on her shoulder and kissed her neck. "mhm. thank you, baby."

she smiled and closed the box, putting it on the nightstand before kissing you. she cupped your face and deepened the kiss.

that night, she came on your tongue, thanking you, her wife. she worshipped your body, kissing you all over. thanking you for being hers, for the kid you had given her. you two made love, whispering "i love you's" to each other.

abby was slowly falling asleep when the baby woke up. you were about to get up when she stopped you. "i got it." she stood up and put a random t-shirt and underwear before going to your daughter's room. you smiled, still wondering how you got so lucky.

the trip to los angeles went smoothly. abby and you decided to pay for an extra sit so you'd have a row for you three, and somewhere to put the baby's bassinet. you made sure to pack enough diapers and changes for the flight. you nursed your daughter during take-off and landing, as you read it helped with ear pressure and she slept during the whole two hours flight. you checked into the hotel you were staying at for the next four days. "we'll rest for the rest of the day and then tomorrow we'll go to the county clerk. the appointment is at 10am."

you spent the rest of the day sleeping, abby took the baby on a walk while you did so. she made sure to put sunscreen on her small face, little arms and legs and even put on her little bucket hat. "you're so cute." she spoke to your daughter, kissing her tummy.

the next day, abby, your daughter and you were on your way to the county clerk. you had checked before hand if you had all the documents needed to request a license. it all went well.

the attorney said that they will call as soon as the license is ready and will assign you a judge. you and abby smiled at each other. "thank you." abby said, shaking the attorney's hand.

two days later, abby got a call on her phone. "hello?" she answered. she looked at you and your daughter, sitting on the hotel bed. she grinned. "amazing! we'll be there. 2pm, today. thank you." she hung up. "they got our license."

abby looked down at you sitting and cupped your face, kissing you. "we're gonna get married, it's official." you kissed her back, holding your daughter close to you. "my wife." you whispered into the kiss. "my wife." she repeated.

you stayed one more day in los angeles before taking the ferry to the island.

the trip on the ferry was a bit hard, despite it being only an hour – your daughter was feeling a bit fussy, probably uncomfortable due to the warm weather. you and abby tried your best to calm her down, make sure she drank water, was changed, rubbed her face with a cold wet cloth. and it's only when abby took her on the deck a bit, the breeze touching her puffy cheeks, that she calmed down.

you rented a small apartment a few minutes by foot away from the beach. the californian sun fell on your skin, making you sweat. you made sure to put sunscreen on your daughter's face, arms and legs and even got her a little bucket hat.

as you three settled in the rental, abby called the photographer and the judge to remind them of the place and time of the wedding.

the photographer had texted that she had arrived to the island a day prior you arrived. "baby? she's asking if we want a pre-wedding photoshoot tomorrow afternoon, at the beach?"

you were in the bathroom, washing your daughter. she's giggling and splashing the water. "how much is it?" abby leaned on the bathroom's door. "says it'll be 90 dollars." you turned around. "do you want to? i mean – it's amazing with the sun, the beach. but do you want to?"

abby smiled and got closer to you, kneeling next to you. "it's our wedding. if you want to, then let's do it." she kissed you softly and turned to your daughter. "does my little girl wanna go to the beach? mmh? wanna go see sharks?" you looked at abby. "wait what? there are no sharks, right?" abby chuckled and kissed your head as you looked at her, confused. "you're too cute."

for your first night in catalina island, you three decided to go out for dinner. you had taken the baby wrapper with you, abby being the one wearing it. one of her hand on your daughter's back and the other hand in yours. the sky was a shade of purple, with some hues of red and yellow. the night slowly setting in.

"hey, baby, what about this one? they got cheesecakes." abby said, stopping in front of a restaurant with a view on the beach. "sure." you kissed her cheek as you entered the restaurant. music was coming out of the speaker. "good evening, a table for three, please. with a high chair, if you guys have that." abby spoke to a waitress.

the waitress smiled and asked you to follow her to a table on the terrace. "here, i'm gonna go get the chair." you thanked her.

you and abby sat across from each other, the sunset on your left and on her right. "look, baby. isn't it pretty? it's pretty, mmh?" she spoke to your daughter, who had turned her head to look at the sunset. "ma" she babbled. you and abby smiled. you couldn't believe she was going to turn one year old in a few weeks. the waitress came back with a highchair, putting it on the side of the table. abby held the baby carefully as she unwrapped her, before putting her in the chair. your daughter held abby's index finger.

you ate, abby and you talking about the next few days, as you admired the view – the sunset and your wife, feeding your daughter some mashed potatoes. "the plane's coming, brr..." abby smiled, bringing the food to your daughter's mouth, she clapped her hands and opened. "the plane landed!"

"you okay, baby?" she looked at you from the corner of her eyes. "mhm, just looking at my beautiful wife and my baby." abby chuckled, wiping your daughter's mouth with a tissue. "i love you."

the next day you met with the photographer at the beach. "just act as if i wasn't there", she said, preparing her camera. you and abby played with your daughter, sitting next to her in the sand as she touched it, smiling as she discovered the new texture.

abby and you walked to the water. you held your baby by her hands and lowered her gently, so her feet touched the water. she moved her feet up. "it's okay, baby. s'just water." she hesitated a second before letting her feet on the wet sand again. abby kneeled and looked at her. "yay!" she encouraged your daughter who started giggling at the feeling of water hitting her ankles. "my little shark." abby pretended to bite your daughter in the neck, making her giggle. "nom, nom, nom..."

abby picked her up and looked at you. your daughter looked at you and reached for you, touching your shoulder as abby leaned in for a kiss. "i love you." you kissed her back and grinned. "i love you too, abby. and i love you too, my baby." you looked at your daughter and kissed her head as she giggled and wiggled in abby's arms.

the sun was starting to set, the photographer was starting to pack her things. "so, after tomorrow's the big day for you, huh?" you smiled and nodded. "we're so excited. thank you again for accepting to be our witness." she smiled. "it's no problem, really. i love photographing elopements, though i don't get to do it as much as i'd like to." she put her backpack on her back and waved goodbye. "see you, lovebirds!"

you couldn't believe that in two days you were going to be married to the love of your life. it all seemed so surreal. "i love you, abby." she hugged you close. "i love you more, sweet girl."

it was finally the day abby and you would officially be wife and wife. you had dressed your little girl in a white dress with her little bucket hat. abby was buttoning her white shirt, wearing a pair of light blue pants. she had her hair down, grinning. her cheeks were flushed. "you look so pretty."

she sat on the bed next to you and kissed your head. "so do you." you were wearing an all light blue outfit that matched her suit. you quietly brushed through your wife's blonde hair, before braiding it. once you were done, she turned to you and kissed you softly. "i love you." your noses touched. you kissed her once more. "i love you too."

you three made your way to the beach, the sun caressing your skins. your baby in her stroller. you met with the judge who was already there, and the photographer.

you placed the stroller in front of the judge, where you stood across from abby, waiting for the judge to start speaking. your daughter looking at the both of you as she nibbled on her teether.

"thank you all for coming here today to witness this union. we are here today to celebrate the love between two - or shall i say, three, people." you chuckled nervously, already feeling the tears well up. abby took your hands hers.

"do you", the judged turned to you, "take abigail anderson to be your wedded wife?" you nodded, squeezing abby's hands. "i do."

"and do you, abigail anderson, take this woman to be your wedded wife?" she wiped her tears and nodded, "i do."

"i love you so much. i swear, i love you and our daughter more than anything. i've loved you for so long, i don't know what i'd do without you. you've been here for me during good and hard times, always trying to help. you've been my anchor all these years. i love you." she looked at you, sniffling. you were also crying, squeezing her hands. she caressed the back of them with her thumbs. "i love you", you whispered back.

abby got the ring out of her pocket, the one she had gotten you on valentine's day a few months back. she held your left hand up and slid the ring on your finger. she kissed each one of your fingers. "i love you." she cried as you caressed her cheek.

"you may now kiss", the judge spoke. you wrapped your arms around her neck and kissed her, passionately. she wrapped her strong arms around you. "i love you so much", she whispered into the kiss.

all you've ever needed was here. your wife, your daughter. you felt like the luckiest woman in the world, and so did abby. she was so grateful to have you in her life, grateful that you'd chosen her as your wife and mother of your child. "mama!" your daughter said right before the photographer clicked a photo.

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