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keanuvibe · 5 years ago

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Noses in Roses (John Wick x Reader) Pt. 3

A/N: hi! this is a re-upload! Apparently, this part got deleted and I wasn’t aware, so if you’ve already invested in this series, it is sadly not a new part.

Words: 6k

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, violence, swears, and childbirth

disclaimer: I am not a medical professional/haven’t experienced giving birth, so all that I wrote in that category is of my own thoughts on how that process works

December 25th - Christmas Day

Cold flakes of snow fluttered their way down to the ground, casting a gray shadow throughout the space. Holiday music played in the back as a minor distraction, but it only soured the mood. You currently sat at the kitchen table, eyes staring out of the window to avoid the bleak surroundings. John and Aurelio were behind you at the counter, discussing. Aurelio ended up staying the night to help. John and him haven't slept, though somehow you managed to squeeze in a couple of anxiety ridden hours.

Helen took James. She snuck into the home while the boy was unattended and coaxed him to leave. And the fact the three of you were only ten feet away. Just the thought made your lip quiver again. You've already been crying, and finally a couple of hours ago you managed to calm down. The pregnancy hormones didn't help, and the fact you really couldn't do anything to assist the men was frustrating. As much as you loved this baby, she just gets in the way now.

A large hand gently touching your shoulder caused you to jump, before realizing it was John.

“Sorry,” He murmured. You looked up to greet his standing figure. He looked tired, eyes dark and droopy with sleep. His hair was disheveled, the most you've seen in a while. He still donned his outfit from the night before, but it was wrinkled and askew.

“You're fine,” Your voice was quiet, “What's up?”

“We think she took him to the Continental.” He spoke, eyes greeting your own.

“Okay, and what is that?” You asked, raising a brow.

“I forget you don't know that world.”John shook his head, “It’s a hotel where people, in my line of work, stay when on a job.” He spoke carefully. You felt your anxiety peak a little before nodding.

“And that's where he is?” Your voice cracked, but you cleared your throat afterwards.

“Yes baby, but they can't kill on company grounds. It's the rules. All three of us can go there, you’ll be safe.” The man, without moving you, adjusted your chair to face him better and kneeled in front of your figure.

“I don’t think I should go.” You rushed, shaking your head.

“James will want to see you. You're a motherly figure to him. He’s told me he likes to cuddle you more.” Your boyfriend gave you a small smile, trying to sway your decision.

“He only likes me more because I currently have a huge rack for him to lay his head on.” You deadpanned. Aurelios muffled laughter echoed from the kitchen area, and John shook his head trying not to chuckle himself. James did like to rest his head on top of your chest, it's just much more squishy and comfortable. You didn't blame the boy for taking advantage of your built in pillows; his father does the same thing.

“He needs you,” John spoke, his hand resting on your thigh. You sighed, giving in to the gripe.

“Okay, I’ll go. But- I can't be on my feet for long, And once we get back our son; you're taking me to McDonalds.” You huffed. John let out a soft chuckle, standing up and grasping your hand. The man helped you stand as well, steadying your figure as you did so.

“We can take my truck.” Aurelio commented, rustling his keys. John nodded towards the man, as if thanking him, before grabbing your coat and helping you put it on.

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“So, what is she like?” You spoke aloud, not necessarily asking someone specifically. You were stuck in traffic, typical of New York. Aurelio and John sat up front while you sat in the back. The radio was quietly playing a classic rock song, filling the silence between the question and answer.

“She was nice. She took care of us. Patched us up many times and cooked for us after jobs. But after the… accident... she changed.” Aurelio was the first to answer. You glanced at your boyfriend who kept his glare focused outside. His face, from what you could see, didn't hold any emotion.

“May I ask what the accident was?” You then asked, turning your attention back toward the driver. His eyes quickly looked towards his friend before back at the road. You shifted your sight between the two men, wondering what Aurelio had just silently spoken to your boyfriend. John let out a quiet sigh, knowing it was his turn to speak.

“She got injured. Nearly killed. Shot in the spine, abdomen, and shoulder. When we got her to the hospital, they didn't think she'd live. She fell into a coma for five weeks before waking up.” He paused, “She got better; but she was different. She was meaner, more malicious with her contracts; using the most painful torture in her method. Dragging out the kill for the sake of pure enjoyment. She wasn't the same Helen.” Music filled the silence as you let John's story soak in. The air felt heavy and thick in the lull of noise.

You leaned forward, gently placing your hand onto John's shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze. You didn't know the man's entire history, mostly from not wanting to intrude, but from what you've gathered; it's been rough. He deserves all the love he receives.

John gently rested his cheek against your hand, and you smiled softly at the feeling, using your thumb to rub his skin.

Aurelio parked on the side of the street, prompting the three of you to exit the vehicle. John gently placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding your waddling figure towards a large building. A few people shifted in and out of the entrance dressed in black, fancy articles of clothing. It was tall, and the architecture was unique compared to the surrounding buildings.

Aurelio held open the door and John led the way in, you close behind. The first thing you noticed was the immaculate lobby. A little more than a handful of people were scattered throughout the space. At the sound of the door opening, their eyes studied the three of you making your way to the front desk. You couldn't help but notice their jarring stares pointed towards John, as though they were intimidated.

Your boyfriend kept his eyes pointed towards the man behind the counter; who held a tight grin.

“Mr. Wick.” The man greeted, also nodding towards Aurelio. His eyes merely glanced at your figure, as you were mostly hiding behind John.

“Charon.” John spoke in return, “What room is she in?” It wasn't a question, it was a demand. You could tell by his ever so monotone voice.

“Three-hundred twenty-three.” His accent was though he spoke in cursive. He handed John the room-key, once again scanning his eyes over you and Aurelio. You rest a hand on your belly, rubbing the top self consciously. John put his hand on the small of your back, nodding towards Charon before leading you away from the desk and in the direction of the elevators.

The three of you remained quiet the entire ride. This was the first elevator you've been in that didn't play music. It was strange to hear only the creak of the wires and squeak of the gears. Your anxiety seemed to raise the same as you did. Every floor you gained, you felt your chest tighten more. You took a silent deep breath, feeling the elevator come to a halt and watch as the doors peeled open. Aurelio stepped out first, John following close behind. You came last, waddling slowly behind the men, letting them stagger ahead first.

Aurelio quickly approached the door, grabbing the key from John and unlocking the door. You watched as your boyfriend grabbed a pistol from the back of pants, tucked in between his undershirt and jeans, and held it ready. Aurelio nodded at the man before he pushed the door open. John ran in first, his gun raised. The mechanic gestured for you to follow, before going in himself.

The first thing you saw was James sitting by himself at a small table. Crayons were scattered across the surface, as well as many colored on pages from a coloring book. The rest of the hotel room seemed clean and organized. There were a few things left out, like clothes and personal items.

“James!” You cried in relief, watching as the boy looked up from his work and smiled; instantly recognizing the three of you. He quickly hopped off the chair, sprinting towards you and John. You knelt down, as fast as you could manage, capturing the boy in an embrace. You could feel as he snuggled his head into your neck, wrapping his arms tightly around your shoulders.

“Hi baby,” You cooed, rubbing his back. Tears threatened to spill over your cheeks, feeling as the boy began to sniffle himself. You gently shushed the cries of his that began to make themselves known, rocking his figure as best you could.

“I missed you,” He hiccuped, muffled in your neck.

“Oh we missed you too. So much, baby, so much.” You let a few voice cracks escape, still holding James close.

John and Aurelio shuffled around the room, looking for the woman. However, John’s yell of frustration gave you the suspicion she wasn't here. You could hear the two men speaking in the bathroom, but it was muffled. It sounded heated, however.

“John?” You called out, standing up. James kept his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, head resting against your body. Both Aurelio and John emerged, anger sketched across their faces.

“Can we go?” You asked, gesturing to the boy attached to your body. Your boyfriends eyes softened at the sight of his son clung tightly to you and nodded, giving one last look around the hotel room.

The weight of James’ figure squished your own, but you didn't let the discomfort bother you too much. You were just glad to have him back in your arms; on Christmas. John had lit the fireplace, leaving you and James to snuggle while he sat next to your figures.

Helen got away. Well, they don't know where she went, but she got away nonetheless. You could see the visible frustration radiating from your boyfriend's body. Him not confronting her now means she's only going to come back later. What if she comes when you're alone? or worse; alone with the baby. It's John’s responsibility to protect James, and he failed. Now, he has to protect you and a baby as well. It's obvious he has a lot on his mind currently.

After all of you returned to Johns home safely, Aurelio left. He decided to give you some family time to recover from the events. He also promised he'd get a jumpstart on finding her whereabouts, almost commanding John to take some time off for the two of you; Just until they had a solid lead. While in the bathroom together, back at the hotel, they discussed what John feared the most; killing Helen.

Aurelio made the point that her illness, since the accident, is only presenting to get worse. She's showing no signs of healing. Her mind is so twisted and sick, he only wanted to get her help. It hurts John so deeply to have it come to this. He didn't want to kill the mother of his son.

“I think he’s asleep,” You hummed quietly, gaterthing John's attention. His eyes smiled upon seeing his son sleeping soundly, head resting on your chest.

“Do you want me to carry him to bed?” John whispered, scooting closer to your figures and getting ready to scoop up the boy. You sat up so he had a better angle and watched as your boyfriend scooped his son effortlessly. You stood up afterwards, following him to James’ room. Watching from the door, you witnessed as John gently laid the boy down, tucking the blankets over his little body. The man kissed the top of his son's head, prompting a smile to cover your cheeks.

John stood back up and made his way towards the door, first leaning down and turning on James’ Spider-Man themed night light. You stepped aside, allowing space for the man as he exited the room, resting your hand on top of your belly. John emerged, eyes softening at the sight of you.

“Hi,” He spoke barely above a whisper. You smiled in response, rubbing the side of your tummy the baby was kicking. He placed a hand on your lower back, kissing the top of your head before guiding you towards his bedroom.

“What a day we've had.” You murmured, hands resting on your bump as you waddled through the door and towards your side of the bed.

“Let’s just be glad it's over. For now. And James is safe. I’m going to have a few friends I know install a better security system as soon as I can.” He paused, looking over in your direction momentarily, “We need to focus on us now, on you and our new baby.” John finished, slipping out of his day clothes, having already set out his pajamas.

You took the moment to admire your boyfriend. His strong arms, in particular his biceps, always gave you a tingle. His still toned torso with a bit of dad chub caused you to bite your lip, and the dark trail of hair that led to his crotch made the tingle sensation intensify.

“Any day now and she could arrive.” You hummed, blinking away the thirsty thoughts. “It’s kind of frightening.”

“You shouldn't be scared.” John quickly chimed, walking to your side and easing you to sit. He began undressing for you, helping you get changed to your comfortable pajamas.

“It gives me anxiety; the thought of the pain and being a mother so soon. My chest gets all-” You paused, squeezing your fist closed and holding it up “-tight.”

“I can’t protect you from the pain.” Your boyfriend began, “But you can hurt me as much as you need to, to get through it. Break my hand and whatnot.” He humored towards the end. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“I appreciate it, baby. I’ll definitely need you. Because, honestly,” You paused, feeling a little somber emotion pass through, “I don’t think I could do this alone.” John didn't answer immediately, instead; he kissed the top of your head, sitting on the bed next to your and pulling you into a hug.

“I love you, (Y/N).” John's deep voice caused chills to over your body and a smile to creep on your face. This was the first time John has told you.

“I love you too, John.” You answered, raising your hand and pulling the man in for a kiss by gently leading his chin. His beard scratched your cheeks, but you loved the sensation.

January 3rd - 8:17am

Dull gray snowflakes fell outside as the dawn had lightened the sky just enough to reveal snowfall from the night before. A quiet sigh fell past your lips as you blew onto the mug of decaf coffee in your grasp. Taking a sip, the hot beverage seared down your throat and warmed up your chilly figure. Your free hand gently rubbed your large belly, feeling the baby kicking staggardly but repeatedly.

It’d been over a week since James’ kidnapping. Helen hadn't made herself known again, and a source at the hotel had told John that she left. Aurelio has no whereabouts on the woman either. She seems to have left town. Or at least, gone into hiding. John expressed that she may come back. However, just as promised, he had the new security system installed a few days ago.

James hasn't left yours or John's sight since, either. When he isn't asleep, he's always with one of you. It was fun though, you played games and made crafts. Mostly things that didn't require you to stand up. He helped you add final touches to the nursery as well; picking out toys and stuffed animals online.

He didn't seem to be too affected by the kidnapping, either. Which was good. There have been a few nights when he's come in and snuggled between you, your pregnancy pillow, and John. But, the next morning he's back to his cheery self.

A slight cramp in your lower belly caught your attention and you groaned from the pain, adjusting your position at the kitchen table. Pelvic pains, or lower abdomen pain in general, aren't a new thing; being the fact that you're due in a little under a week. This one felt different though, more along the lines of a period cramp. The doctor warned that contractions will start to get more painful as your body prepares for birth; It’s a sign of labor. She also told you not to come until there are at least seven minutes between the cramps. Something about new moms trying to be admitted when they're only one centimeter dilated.

“Morning,” A sleep James’ voice distracted your thoughts and you turned your head to see the boy entering the kitchen, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Good morning, Honey.” You smiled. He tiredly stomped over to your sitting figure and sat in the chair next to your own.

“Can I get you some juice?” You asked softly, gently combing some hair from his eyes.

“Do we have any apple juice?” He mumbled, yawning at the end. You nodded, standing up with a huff and waddling towards the fridge.

“You should be sitting.” John's deep voice echoed throughout the space and you turned to see your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe with a small smile. To keep in shape, John had started going on early morning jogs. You argued he didn't need to, enjoying the minor holiday chub that barely changed his appearance. But he still went this morning, leaving around six. He must've just gotten home.

“Sitting hurts too. Everything hurts. I’m ready for this baby to get out.” You hummed at the end, opening the appliance in front of you and grabbing the apple juice. You heard as John grabbed James’ cup and turned to see him holding it out for you.

“How do you feel today?” He asked softly as you grabbed the cup.

“I slept a total of four hours last night, and I'm pretty sure I experienced my first real contraction.” You replied, pouring the drink before waddling back to the table and giving the cup to James.

“Contractions already?” Your boyfriend commented, grabbing a peach from the fruit bowl and began slicing the skin off.

“Baby, I've been having contractions for a couple weeks now. This one was like… actual labor, I think.” You spoke, sitting back down at the table and sipping your coffee.

“You're not freaking out?” John humored, joining you and James at the table. He lovingly placed a hand on the side of your belly, giving it a slight rub with his thumb before pulling away.

“Nope, the doctor advised against that,” You began, “Darling, you read the book with me. You should know, when they get in between that five to seven minute range, it’s go time.” You smiled softly at him, feeling another contraction beginning to rear its ugly head.

“What’s a contraction?” James’ tiny voice echoed. He’d been so quiet drinking his juice, you'd nearly forgotten he was there.

“Oh, it’s when a baby inside a mommy tells her ‘Hey! I’m ready to come out!’.” You gently explained. Your time as an elementary school teacher has given you experience explaining complicated subjects to children. John even seemed impressed at your silly explanation. He grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, intertwining your fingers.

“Oh. Is your baby wanting to come out?” He asked innocently. You nodded with a smile, rubbing your belly. The cramp was starting to gain momentum, becoming more painful by the second before releasing and calming down to normal. You hadn't noticed that you squeezed John’s hand; but you released with an apologetic smile. He dismissed it quietly, giving you a squeeze of reassurance in return.

“Yes, she is.” You smiled, “Are you excited to meet her?” You then questioned.

“I get to meet her?” He questioned, perking up. Both you and John nodded, causing the boy to squeal from excitement.

“Oh, whoa.” You quickly exhaled, leaning onto the wall as a strong contraction hit. It’s only been three hours since they actually began, but the pain has grown with each passing one. Not to forget, your water broke only five minutes ago. You hadn't told John yet; actually, you were on your way to find him when the contraction started.

“Are you okay?” James’ quiet voice innocently asked, walking up behind you. You looked down at the sweet boy, nodding in pain.

“Yeah baby, I’m okay.” You managed to murmur. The boy gently pat your arm, trying to give comfort, even though he didn't really understand what you were going through.

“Where's dad?” You questioned, letting out a breath you'd been holding as the contraction passed. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, clearing his vision.

“He’s downstairs.” He smiled, fiddling with a toy helicopter he had in his grasp. You nodded and waddled your way towards the basement stairs. Somehow, you carefully and safely got to the bottom step, turning to see your boyfriend sat at the little book binding desk.

“John?” You questioned, causing the man to turn around.

“How did you get down the stairs?” He questioned genuinely, standing up and quickly stepping over to you. The man gently placed his hand onto your back, guiding you towards the chair he’d been sitting in and sat you into it.

“Slowly.” You commented with a sigh, placing a hand over your belly.

“Did you change?” He questioned, eyes scanning you over.

“Oh, yeah,” You shrugged, “My water broke.” John's silence caused you to glance at him. You could see he was holding back a comment, as you asked him to earlier. The reason he came to the basement in the first place was because you kept refusing his attempts to take you to the hospital, and he got frustrated.

“What?” You pursued, leaning forward.

“I just think we should go take a look-” John began, but you cut him off.

“Baby, I’m fine- OH.” Another painful contraction stung your abdomen and lower back, cutting off whatever else you were about to say. John's hands quickly found themselves on your body; one rubbing your back, the other giving your hand something to squeeze. Your boyfriend helped you breathe through the contraction, whispering words of endearment as he did so. The pain ended soon enough, allowing you to exhale in relief.

“How many minutes was that?” He questioned, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“That was eight.” You answered, looking at an old clock John had hung. Nerves fluttered across your stomach, however a smile grew across your boyfriends face.

“We're so close, please, Let’s go have a baby.” John spoke softly, kneeling in front of your figure and gently placing his hand on your bump.

“John- I’m… I’m scared.” You whispered after a few moments of silence. The man had been preoccupied loving on your bump before you interrupted. Your boyfriends dark eyes met your own, softening at the sight of your fearful expression. He kept eye contact as he grasped your hand into his own and kissed the top of it.

“(Y/N), I will be right by your side the entire time. It’s going to suck, and be painful. But, darling,” John paused, his fingers gently brushing your cheek, “We’re going to have a little girl.”

Soft tears prickled your eyes as the hormones took over and you nodded, sniffling in the process. John’s tenderness and promise of protection only eased your fears. It was time to go have a baby.

The snow falling outside cast gray hues into the room; contrasting with the fluorescent lighting. It was quiet; not even the TV was on. The only noises that echoed were the sounds of the busy city hospital outside, and the beeps of the machines monitoring your vitals.

A wave of pain caused you to groan as you leaned over an exercise ball the hospital provided you for comfort. John's gentle words of encouragement only angered your pained self, but you held it down; knowing he was only trying to help and you're only agitated by being in incredible pain.

It’s been almost four hours since you arrived at the hospital. Your progression is going well; you’re seven centimeters dilated now. The nurse that's been monitoring you said she's never seen a first time mother dilate so quickly. John hasn't left your side; save to get you water.

It kind of blew your mind- when you actually had a moment of clarity between contractions- looking back on yours and John's story. Your boyfriend was standing near the window, gazing out at the snow storm when it all hit you. You are in love with John Wick. The man who literally kills people as his career, but is the most loving and gentle soul to the people and creatures he cares about. John stepped up for you, took care of you and your baby unprompted, helped you come to terms with your husband's death and gave you a new life to start. Becoming a mother figure to James was a sweeter part of the situation. Even as only his teacher, pre John; you had a soft spot for him.

As for James’ whereabouts; John texted Aurelio to watch the boy for the time being; and bring him after the baby has been born. The two of you agreed you didn't want him to be stuck at the hospital, when Aurelio could entertain him.

“When do I get the epidural?” You moaned, trying to position yourself on the ball so the pain would ease.

“Well, I think now would be okay. You seem to be chugging along with no hiccups.” The nurse answered, walking into the room just as you complained.

“Thank god,” You exhaled as the contraction passed. John helped you stand and kept you balanced as you waddled to the bed, then climbed on.

“I need to go gather the supplies, I’ll be right back, Honey.” The nurse spoke gently, prompting you to nod at her in response. The sound of the hospital room door closing echoed around the quiet space and you let out a sigh, leaning back on the bed.

“You look so beautiful.” John murmured, standing beside you. His hand gently raised and pushed away some sweat-soaked locks that covered your eyes.

“I feel awful.” You glared at the man. He discarded away your negativity, leaning forward and kissing your sweaty forehead. Another contraction began to pain you once again, prompting you to squeeze your eyes shut from the unpleasant sensation. John felt as you held his hand tightly, but you barely hurt him. His hands have been through worse over the years.

The nurse returned shortly after your contraction ended. She pushed in a small tray carrying the needed instruments, quickly pulling on gloves and setting up the shot. John helped you position so you sat up with your feet hanging off the side of the bed; making sure the hospital gown still covered your front.

“You're going to feel a painful pinch, hardly compared to what you've been feeling.” The nurse spoke, rolling the tray behind you. The sounds of her fussing with the needle and instrument gave you a mild anxiety. John stood by your side, holding your hand as you gripped his tightly.

“First time?” She asked after a few moments, rubbing a small alcohol soaked napkin onto the spot she was going to pierce.

“Yeah,” You murmured, squirming at the cold feeling and looking up towards John. His eyes softened, moving from glaring at the large needle to meeting your gaze.

“I remember my first baby.” The nurse spoke, making small talk as a distraction, “He was ten pounds with a big head.” You felt as the needle pinched your skin, causing you to whimper and grab your boyfriend's hand tighter. John kissed the top of your head just as the nurse removed the instrument, tossing it into the designated trash bin.

“That sounds like a nightmare.” You breathed, relaxing slightly and finally getting a good look at the nurse. She was older, donned white hair that'd been styled into a long braid over her shoulder. She also wore pink scrubs, with little flowers patterning the fabric.

“Now he’s six foot three and plays college football. The first baby is always so special, do you know the gender?” She smiled, cleaning up the remaining items. Her eyes looked up, watching as John closed your hospital gown. She noted the maturity across your boyfriend's face, and how much younger you seemed. It caused her to furrow her brow a bit, questioning how you ended up together.

“It’s a girl.” You rubbed the top of your belly; ignoring the dull throb from the epidural.

“You two must be very excited.” She mused, shucking her gloves off and tossing them into the trash.

“More ready for it to be over, at this point.” You chuckled dryly, laying back into a semi-comfortable position. The older woman gave you a look of pity, but followed with a few encouraging words before grabbing the tray she came with and leaving the room.

The epidural acted quickly, numbing you from your pelvis down. John had to carry you back to the bed after you'd taken a short lap around the hospital, due to the shot kicking in. The nurse recommended that you take a walk to help things progress along as the epidural kicks in, but you didn't expect to not be able to use your legs halfway through. Your boyfriend lovingly carried you the remainder of the lap, extremely gentle with his movements.

Three short knocks distracted you from a minor contraction as a different nurse from earlier walked back in. She smiled warmly at you and John, greeting the two of you.

“How’re you miss (Y/L/N)?” She nodded, quickly washing her hands and pulling on gloves.

“Tired,” You exhaled, looking towards the woman. She was younger than the last nurse; probably closer to your age, thirty-two.

“Oh, honey, you're not even to the thick of it.” She mused, approaching your figure. “Dad, if I could have you place mom’s legs in the stirrups. I’m going to check how dilated you are, sweetie.” Her arms waved at John, encouraging him. The man was quick to do so, returning to your side by the top of the bed.

Thankfully, you couldn't feel anything as she got to work; the epidural kicking in nicely. John gently pushed some sweat soaked strands from your face, eyes scanning over your face lovingly.

He secretly loved that the nurse called him ‘Dad’ and you ‘Mom’. It felt right; as though everything had fallen into place perfectly. After Helen left him and Jame, he didn't expect to find someone again. Someone who made him feel again. He was glad that nanny didn't show up to school to pick up James that afternoon; He was glad that he met you, the wonderful Miss (Y/L/N). Your baby was an added bonus. He had a little family now- a whole family.

“Alright Missy, you are a full ten!” The nurse smiled, standing up and shucking off the gloves. “You are ready to go!” Your heart began to race and you sat up as best you could manage in the bed, with your legs being numb and in stirrups. ready to go? Are you actually ready to give birth? Your eyes met John's full of fear. His face softened, noting the horror sketched across your own. His hand gently ran across your cheek as he leaned down, kissing your forehead.

“Let’s go have a baby.” John's voice calmed you instantly, knowing this man was by your side for good.

The nurse called other staffers to begin the process. Firstly, they moved you to the delivery room; pulling on face and hair masks. You requested that John stayed in with you, forcing him to change into the big green smock and a face mask with his hair pulled back into a small bun. It was kind of cute.

The staff got into their positions quickly. Two nurses stood by your legs that were spread in stirrups, the doctor was in between them, ready to command you to push. A few others stood in the background, ready to take the baby for the initial testing and cleaning once born.

“Okay, (Y/N), I want you to push on three, two, one!” The doctor's voice was loud, startling you into pushing. Pain, like no other, seared through the spots the epidural hadn't hit. All your mind could focus on now was getting this baby out, and getting her out as soon as possible. John stood by your side, words of encouragement hammering your ears as you death gripped his hand and the bed railing.

It was all overwhelming; the staff yelling at you to push, John’s constant string of positivity, the fact there's a baby coming out of your body. Your instincts told you to ignore the sounds and try to remain focused on your baby. Following your contractions, you pushed, and pushed, and pushed.

What felt like twenty minutes had passed, but in reality it was only a short time. The feeling of pressure being released and the warm weight of the baby pressed against your nearly bare chest immediately brought you to tears. She was here, your baby was here.

“Dad, want to cut the cord?” The nurse from earlier asked, handing John the scissors. He looked at you for a brief second; silently asking permission. You nodded, and the man quickly got to work. Your daughter's first cries erupted across the room, however a nurse grabbed her from your chest gently, taking her over to perform the quick testing they have to do.

“I’m so proud of you,” John’s voice broke as he spoke and your hazy eyes glazed over his face. Little glimmers of tears were evident in his dark eyes, just shy of spilling. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“Hmm, how does Mary sound?” You questioned, your pointer finger gently playing with the bottom lip of your baby as she slept in your arms. It’s been three hours since you gave birth. Since then, James, and Aurelio, have been to visit the new baby. James loves his new baby sister- which he called her himself, Neither you or John told him to.

“She looks like a Peggie to me.” John commented, fingers ever so gently playing with a black tuft of hair atop her head. Your ex-husband had dark black hair; you're secretly glad she got that trait.

“That’s such a granny name.” You giggled, looking up to your boyfriend, “You're such an old man.” John faked hurt at the comment but chuckled it off. James stood by his father, eyes widely looking at the new baby. He was excited about her, excited to be a big brother as well.

“I’ve always liked Heather?” You suggested next. John didn't make an immediate comment, instead looking at the chubby cheeks of his new baby. A little smile crossed his cheeks and he nodded.

“Yes, Heather. I like it.” He smiled. You gently offered for him to grab the baby, and he complied. She looked so tiny in his grasp, like a little doll. Your heart swelled with love upon seeing your boyfriend holding and showing off Heather to James. You have a family now.

Despite the awful things that happened over the past year, things worked out in the end. What mattered most was that right now, the three- now four- of you were happy.

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koganeirou · 7 years ago

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I remember a few years ago I volunteered at a festival in my town’s local J-town and there was a cosplay contest and one of the winners was a Cardia cosplay. At the time, I only knew Code Realize by name, but I thought that the cosplayer was beautiful beyond words. And I think fate’s finally run it’s course now LMFAO.

Anyway I’m done this game! and what can I say. this game is incredible. It definitely lives up to all the hype and praise it got and I think this game is one of my favourite otomes I’ve ever played. It just sounds like I’m riding the hype train because this game is treated like the holy grail but I think this game is probably my second favourite, closely behind Nightshade. I’m not really sure what more I can say other than I loved everything about this game from the bottom of my heart and I enjoyed every minute of it. anyyyyhoo more of my thoughts underneath the cut because it’s become sort of like a ritual for me to share my obnoxious opinions every time I finish a game!

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okay I actually feel kind of bad for saying it but I kind of felt Lupin’s route to be a tad bit underwhelming?? I really enjoyed how Lupin’s route tied up all the other routes and gave all the boys satisfying conclusions if only Seven’s route was like that but idk the whole climax of wrecking Isaac with something as simple as bombs that he somehow didn’t figure out were there, and just magically getting rid of Cardia’s poison by letting Isaac suck all the energy out of her boobs just felt a tad bit trippy for my tastes?? The whole shebang on the Nautilus seemed to just drag on and on, especially with the whole Aleister and Sholmes business like I’m sorry I don’t care for any of these dudes.

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Moving along, I didn’t like…. the majority of the villains. With the exception of Victoria (who is an amazing side character btw. Amazing villain in Fran’s route, amazing supporting character in Lupin’s route. what a woman), I felt like a lot of the antagonists were either really one note, shallow, or just flat out annoying. **SPOILERS** And that’s what made Lupin’s route that much more of a slog because you have alllll these annoying ass villains herded into literally one spot. Like I’m sorry to any Finis fans out there, but his Kaji Yuki screaming and five billion Naruto clones just started getting really annoying really fast and my annoyance with Finis ultimately triumphed my sympathy for him lmao. Still, he did deserve a better ending than just flying off the ship to his death like wtf?? Isn’t he alive in the Silver Miracles fandisc?? did he just magically come back to life??? **END SPOILERS**

My second biggest complaint is that I felt like a lot of the romance sort of depends on the common route? It’s driven by the character-center scenarios in the common route where Cardia gets to know the boys and bond with them because once you’re booted in a route Cardia’s immediately like “I think I’m in love!” and it just sometimes feels like it comes out of left field without taking the common route into consideration. and idk I just wish the routes were a little more independent and detached.

BUUUUT MOVING ALONG. Each route had their strengths and flaws, and while Lupin’s route is obviously the “true” one, I actually didn’t feel like Lupin really overshadowed the other boys? I’m glad that writers didn’t give the other boys lukewarm stories and lazily written routes because they all got the love they deserved, imo. I felt like every route offered a piece of the main puzzle; Lupin’s route was simply the route that unearthed the final piece. Each boy’s route dealt with a separate piece of the overarching plot line/conflict, which just made the world building of Steel London so much stronger. And I loved every last bit of it. I loved the steam punk aesthetic, the historical European setting; I loved all the political drama, with the terrorists plots, government corruption, hints of mystery, thriller, cringy shoujo romance etc. It was an adventure story through and through and boy did it reel me in.

Cgs are gorgeous, backgrounds are detailed, ost is amazing and really made the scenes that much more emotional. Also kudos to the damn voice actors/actresses because boy this game has some damn good voice work. Maybe I can stop associating Daisuke Hirakawa with his creepy Laito-Bitch-chan-voice and start associating him with the beautiful man that is San now LOL.

The writing in this game is A+++. Absolutely solid. Finally, an otome game with a overly convoluted and complicated plot but no noticeable plot holes or unexplained loop holes! What an accomplishment! Jokes aside, I usually have a lot of writing complaints when it comes to otome games because I’m a critical bitch, but aside from minor gripes I mentioned earlier, I did really enjoy the game’s story and it had so many incredibly powerful moments that just made me had to walk around and take a quick break because of how shook it made me lmao. I loved the themes about atonement, forgiveness, humanity, the whole “humanity versus god” conflict, and I think in terms of complexity and depth of narrative, this game is def up there. I loved all the historical, literary, and religious references this game made and while it may not hold the integrity of the original source, it still made the story that much more fun and complex.

In terms of main characters… haha, I loved them all. They’re all precious children who deserve happiness and the world and I ended up getting attached to every last one of them.

Cardia tho? She makes this game, 100%. She truly lived up to her role as protagonist because she was the damn star. I’m very open about my appreciation for otome heroines and am very against heroine hate in general, but even still, this is the first game I’ve played where my favourite character was the heroine herself, not any of the boys. I love how kind hearted Cardia is. I love her strength, her bravery, how her character is so intricately woven into the story. But more than anything, I adored the character development she got. Code Realize truly is… her story, not any of the guy’s, not even everyone’s favourite man, Lupin’s. She’s so multi faceted and nuanced, maybe even more so than the guys. But I also loved the little quirks she had and those moments where she acts like a classic typical shoujo manga heroine made me smile like an idiot. She’s a fighter who hangs on until the very end and she’s the type of heroine that you just can’t help but pour your whole heart into rooting for. I really enjoyed how balanced her relationships with the guys were, it never felt like one out shined the other. Shout out to Fran and Lupin for having the most romantic kiss scenes ever LOL.

As for the guys themselves, my fave order is prob San > Fran > Lupin > Van > Impey. Though if you include all the characters , It’d prob be something like Cardia > San > Fran > Lupin > Victoria > Delly > Van > Impey.

Fran and San are really close because I loved them for different reasons and I think I enjoyed their relationships with Cardia the most. Fran and Cardia had really good chemistry and I loved watching them develop and grow together, where they both stood as equals who elevated each other, whereas San and Cardia had more of a tragic love that they both had to bend over backwards fighting for and it tickled my melodrama loving side //shot. I really adored all of the relationships Cardia had with the guys (and the friendships between the guys themselves) and while this game is mainly plot driven, I never felt like any of the character writing fell short. Everyone is just so memorable and multi faceted, you can’t help but love them.

anyway that’s enough ranting from me lmao. I regret only playing this game now since I’ve heard of it forever but better late than never. I really am glad to play this game and it’s def one of my top favourites. I’m done ranting and I’m gonna go cry now.

#ellie plays code realize terribly

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