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Nutrition Tips for a Healthy Pregnancy: What to Eat
Nutrition Tips for a Healthy PregnancyThe Importance of Nutrition During PregnancyEssential Nutrients for Pregnancy1. Folic Acid2. Iron3. Calcium4. Omega-3 Fatty AcidsNutrient Requirements During PregnancyFoods to Eat During PregnancySuperfoods for PregnancyFoods to Avoid During PregnancyUnderstanding Gestational DiabetesThe Importance of Choline During PregnancyManaging Healthy Weight GainâŠ
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Banging on the floor
#i lost weight. <- had been trying to gain before i got sick#a bit ago i had the mental oh moment#when i realised oh if i want to be a mother i need to get pregnant and if i want to do that and have a normal/easier pregnancy#i need to get used to eating nutritiously balanced meals and eating thrice a day and i need to like#be at a healthy weight. probably. and you'd think i already am but that height-100 formula doesn't take into account my D cups#so it's like [20yo who has no plans to get pregnant for at least the next 4 years] oh my God i'm never gonna be able to breastfeed like this#and at the same time i'm such a cheapskate. fed is best 4ever but formula is so expensive#just in general i've realised idc about my own health but putting it in the context of ''if i continue like this my (future) baby will#struggle'' helped a lot with forcing myself to eat a Bit more than i usually do
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Getting Pregnant With IVF: A Guide For All Mommy to be
Overview
In todayâs society, in-vitro fertilization is a well-known term. Previously, this was referred to as a âtest-tube baby.â In vitro fertilization (IVF) is a time-consuming, expensive, and sophisticated procedure that permits infertile couples to become parents.
IVF (in-vitro fertilization) is a blessing in disguise for people who have tried and failed to conceive. If you are planning to go for such a procedure, you are on the right page. In this blog, we have discussed a few facts you need to know before getting pregnant with IVF treatment. Our panel of IVF specialists in India has mentioned the same. So that we can help you out during your IVF pregnancy. Keep reading to know more.
How can you prepare your body for IVF pregnancy?
According to an experienced IVF doctor in India, you should follow a few rules when comes to getting pregnant with ART( Assisted Reproductive Techniques) way. These include the following-
Avoid smoking and alcohol as well.
Watch your diet. Have a healthy balanced meal enriched with necessary vitamins and minerals.
Start taking prenatal vitamins that include folic acid, vitamin C, vitamin A, vitamin E, B vitamins, zinc, and iodine are all nutrients that help prevent birth abnormalities and support brain and bone development in children.
Unless you have a food allergy, include eggs, milk, fish, nuts, seeds, and oats in your diet.
Reduce tension and get a better nightâs sleep. Stress can be harmful to a pregnant woman, but breathing exercises and getting enough sleep can assist to a large extent.
Limit caffeine intake and drink plenty of water or fresh fruit juice. Drinking plain water aids in the removal of pollutants, but be careful not to overdo it.
It is preferable to begin this routine 3 to 6 months before the implantation.
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Nourish your body and manage blood pressure during pregnancy with the Hypertension Meal Plan for a Pregnant Woman. Enjoy a range of nutritious meals like iron-rich spinach salads, calcium-packed smoothies, and protein-filled legume dishes, all designed to support a healthy pregnancy and manage hypertension.
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How to do meal planning during pregnancy. What type & how much nutrition should be added to the daily meal for fetal & maternal good health in pregnancy.
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Proper nutrition is a cornerstone of good health for everyone, but women have unique nutritional needs that change throughout their lives. From adolescence to post-menopause, a woman's body undergoes various physiological changes that require specific dietary considerations. This blog will explore essential nutrition tips for women at different life stages, helping you make informed choices about your diet to support optimal health and well-being.
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Looking for Diet Plan for Fatty Liver ? Dietician Khushbu, a certified professional and Founder of Divine Fitness, offers personalized plans for you. Consult today https://dietitiankhushbu.com/
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The Balanced Diet
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Healthy Meal Planning During Pregnancy
Discover essential meal planning during pregnancy. Explore nutritious recipes, expert tips, and dietary guidelines to support you and your baby's well-being.
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The Impact of a Healthy Pregnancy Meal Plan
Understanding the Pregnancy Diet:
Being mindful of what you eat is crucial during pregnancy. A well-rounded pregnancy meal plan ensures youâre getting the right nutrients for both you and your babyâs health.
1. Breakfast Boost:
Start your day with a nutritious breakfast to fuel your energy. Opt for whole grains like oatmeal or fortified cereals that provide essential vitamins and minerals. Add a side of fresh fruits for a natural sweetness and a glass of milk for a calcium boost. This combination sets a positive tone for the day, keeping you energized and supporting your babyâs growth.
2. Wholesome Lunch Choices:
Lunch is a great opportunity to pack in nutrients. Include a good source of protein, like lean meats, poultry, or lentils. Load up on colorful vegetables for a variety of vitamins and minerals. Choosing whole grains, such as brown rice or quinoa, adds fiber and supports digestion. Donât forget a generous serving of leafy greens rich in folic acid, a crucial nutrient during pregnancy diet.
3. Smart Snacking:
Healthy snacks between meals help keep your energy levels steady. Yogurt with berries provides calcium and probiotics for digestive health. A handful of nuts or seeds offer healthy fats and protein. Whole-grain crackers with cheese can be a satisfying and nutritious option. These snacks not only curb hunger but also contribute to your overall nutrient intake.
4. Nutrient-Packed Dinners:
Exploring Maa Mitahara:
Maa Mitahara, translating to âMotherâs Nourishment,â is an ancient concept that encourages mothers to focus on the quality of their food. Itâs about mindful eating, choosing nutrient-dense foods, and nourishing both the body and soul.
1. Quality over Quantity:
Maa Mitahara emphasizes the importance of quality over quantity. Instead of focusing solely on the amount of food, pay attention to the nutritional value. Opt for whole, unprocessed foods that provide a spectrum of essential nutrients.
2. Mindful Eating Practices:
Incorporate mindfulness into your meals. Chew your food slowly and savor each bite. This not only aids digestion but also allows you to connect with the flavors and textures of your food. Being present during meals enhances the overall dining experience.
3. Diversity in Nutrition:
A diverse pregnancy meal plan is key to Maa Mitahara. Include a variety of foods from different food groups to ensure a broad range of nutrients. This diversity not only supports your well-being but also introduces your baby to a rich array of flavors.
4. Hydration Matters:
Staying hydrated is a crucial aspect of Maa Mitahara. Water plays a vital role in maintaining amniotic fluid levels, supporting nutrient transport, and aiding digestion. Aim for at least eight glasses of water a day, and consider incorporating hydrating foods like watermelon and cucumber into your diet.
Conclusion:
Embracing a simple pregnancy meal plan and incorporating Maa Mitahara principles can make a significant difference in your journey to motherhood. By focusing on nutrient-dense foods, practicing mindful eating, and ensuring a diverse and balanced pregnancy diet, you provide the best nourishment for yourself and your baby. Remember, each meal is an opportunity to celebrate the miracle of life and to cherish the well-being of both you and your little one. Consult with your healthcare provider for personalized guidance, and enjoy this beautiful phase of creating life with wholesome and delightful meals.
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Discover the significance of a well-balanced Indian pregnancy diet plan and the foods that promote the health of both the expectant mother and the growing fetus. Learn about essential nutrients, meal ideas, and precautions to take during pregnancy
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I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader is pregnant with Aegons baby but when he usurps the throne she and Jace pretend the baby is his so she doesnât have to face consequences for sleeping with Aegon đ«¶đŒ
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Standing in your nightgown, you looked down where your belly would swell very soon, your hand covering the slightest curve. A babe was growing there. A little babe with white hair and dark eyes, like the one in your dream. A perfect mix of you and Aegon.Â
Youâve known for two moons that you were with child, but had not been able to tell anyone. When your bloodmoon was late, you thought of going to Kingâs Landing and tell Aegon in person, but the King drew his last breath and the Greens usurped your motherâs throne before you could get on your dragon.Â
Youâve been hiding your secret under your clothes, but your belly was starting to grow and show through your looser dresses. You could no longer keep your pregnancy a secret.Â
The issue was, you could not tell Aegon. The Greens would make the babe a part of the war and tell their supporters that Rhaenyra was keeping Aegon from his child, and you didnât wish that. You wanted this unborn babe to be safe.Â
So you told Jacaerys.Â
There is nothing Jacaerys would not do to protect his twin sister. He would throw himself in front of a fire to shield you and commit war crimes for you.Â
You jumped when you heard another knock on your door, immediately removing your hand from your belly. You assumed it was one of the servants asking if you wanted your evening meal brought up to your chamber, but the knock was different. Special.Â
ââCome.ââ You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, erasing all traces of tears.
The door opened and Jacaerys stepped in, dressed in his riding gear. You could smell the dragon from across the room, meaning he must have been in Vermaxâs company.Â
ââHave you spoken to Mother about my plan?ââ he asked after closing the door. ââI know we said we would never wed each other, but I see no other option than to claim the babe as mine.ââÂ
As he spoke of the babe in your belly, your hand fell to protectively lay over your stomach as it was before Jacaerys came in. You shook your head, and he noticed the tear stains on your face and the signs or irritation around your eyes.
A pained look crossed his face. ââHave you been crying?ââÂ
You turned your head away from him, confirming his guess.Â
ââSister...ââ His voice was gentle as he stepped forward, a soft hand being placed over your hip, but you shrugged him off, refusing to look him in the face. ââI promised I would protect you and the babe. You need not to worry anymore.ââ
You shake your head, the tears already welling in your eyes again. ââWhat if the babe has white hair? How will we explain that to the realm, Jace?ââÂ
ââWeâll say nothing. Like Mother did when we came out of her womb with dark hair,ââ he replied.Â
ââI refuse for my child to have their legitimacy put into question and live through the same accusations we went through as children.ââ
Your little affair with Aegon was a secret to most. All thought that you were just close, not close. If a babe with white hair came out of your womb, Alicent will know. She will either request Aegon to claim the bastard child or have the babe slain so, in case it was a boy, you would not try to claim the throne.
You felt sick at the thought of the latter. Aegon would never allow the death of his child. He loved you.
Jacaerys pulled you into an embrace, no words coming out of his mouth. He let you bury your head in his shoulder and silently cry for as long as you needed.Â
ââI wonât let it happen,ââ he assured, feeling the soft curve of your belly pressing against his stomach. ââNo matter what anyone says or does, I promise I will always be by your side, raising, loving and defending this babe as strongly as I would defend you. I will never allow anyone to harm him or her.ââ
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Buns in the Oven
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Summary: six times that someone finds out you and Charles are expecting
Pascale hums to herself as she plates the final dish for lunch â a lovely risotto she spent the morning preparing. Her son will be arriving any minute with his girlfriend. Pascale hopes the meal will help settle the nerves sheâs noticed in you lately during your visits.
The doorbell rings and Pascale rushes to greet Charles and you at the door. âWelcome, welcome!â She pulls you both into an embrace. âLunch is all ready, come to the dining room.â
You follow behind Charles, the aroma of the risotto already making your stomach turn. You try to keep your queasiness hidden as you take your seat at the table. Pascale notices your complexion is pale.
âAre you feeling alright, dear?â She asks with a furrowed brow. âYouâre looking a bit green around the gills.â
You force a smile. âIâm okay, just not very hungry I suppose.â Your eyes go wide as Pascale heaps a generous serving onto your plate.
Charles squeezes your hand. âCome on, mon amour, Mamanâs risotto is the best. You have to try some.â
You pick up your fork with shaky hands and manage a few bites under Pascaleâs watchful gaze. But your stomach is quickly revolting, the rich food making you extremely nauseous.
âIf youâll excuse me ...â You abruptly push back from the table and rush down the hall to the bathroom, hand covering your mouth.
Pascale and Charles exchange a worried look as they hear you retch violently. After a few minutes, you re-emerge looking miserable.
âOh dear, I knew you werenât feeling well,â Pascale tuts, rising to her feet. âYou just sit tight, Iâm going to run out for a little bit. Iâll be right back.â
Without waiting for a response, she hurries out of the house. Pascale strides quickly down the street toward the pharmacy on the corner, her mind racing. She grabs a basket and makes a beeline for the family planning aisle, snatching up a few different brands of pregnancy tests. She pays and rushes back home, clutching the tests behind her back as she re-enters the dining room.
You and Charles have pushed your chairs together, his arm wrapped protectively around you as you lean into his chest with your eyes closed. The plates of risotto sit congealed and abandoned.
âYou two look awfully cozy,â Pascale quips lightly. You startle upright and blink at her with bleary eyes. âY/N, I left something for you in the bathroom. Go check it out, wonât you?â
You furrow your brow in confusion but rise and head for the hall bathroom. Pascale settles back at the table and takes a sip of her now-lukewarm tea, the picture of nonchalance. But out of the corner of her eye she watches Charles, who stares intently down the hall from where you disappeared.
Not ten seconds later you come barreling out, nearly bouncing off the doorframe with the pregnancy test boxes in hand.
âCh-Charles!â You stammer, eyes wild. âLook!â
He flies out of his chair and towards you so fast it clatters to the floor. You both disappear into the bathroom, the door closing firmly behind you. Pascale smiles knowingly to herself and refills her teacup.
Several minutes pass in tense silence, the only sounds an occasional murmured exchange from the bathroom, volumes too hushed for Pascale to make out. Suddenly, a dull thump rings out and Pascale is on her feet in an instant.
âCharles? Y/N?â She calls, heart pounding as she rushes for the bathroom. âAre you both alright in there?â
When she reaches the bathroom, Pascale finds Charles crumpled unconscious on the tile floor. You kneel beside him, face stark white and completely motionless except for the shaking of the positive pregnancy test clutched in your hand.
âOh my goodness!â Pascale drops to her knees beside you both. âCharles? Charles, wake up chĂ©rie!â
She gently taps his cheek until his eyelids flutter open. Charles blinks dazedly up at the two concerned faces hovering above him.
âWh ... what happened?â He props himself up on his elbows, still looking dazed. His eyes go comically wide as they land on the test in your hand. âY/N ⊠are you ...â
You finally seem to emerge from your stupor. With trembling fingers, you turn the little plastic stick towards Pascale, revealing the two pink lines clearly indicating pregnancy.
âI ⊠Iâm pregnant,â you whisper, voice barely audible over the thundering of Pascaleâs heart. A wide smile slowly spreads across her face as tears of joy spring to her eyes.
âMy darling girl, come here!â Pascale pulls you both into her arms, squeezing you tightly as happy tears roll down her cheeks. âIâm going to be a grand-mĂšre!â
***
Fred Vasseur strides briskly through the Ferrari motorhome, eyes scanning the room for Charles Leclerc. FP3 is about to begin and he wants to go over the strategy one more time before the session.
He catches sight of you sitting on a plush sofa, your son Jules playing contentedly at your feet with a handful of toy cars. A small smile tugs at Fredâs lips watching the rambunctious two-year-old animatedly providing his own race commentary.
As Fred nears, he notices the oversized bowl in your lap containing an ⊠interesting snack choice. You dunk a dill pickle into the creamy peanut butter, taking an enormous bite and humming with apparent satisfaction. Fredâs brow furrows slightly at the peculiar combination.
âBonjour Y/N,â he calls out warmly as he approaches. âI was just looking for Charles before FP3 begins. Have you seen him?â
You swallow thickly and look up with a start, as if just noticing Fredâs presence. Thereâs a brief pause before you seem to find your voice.
âOh! Fred, hi,â you reply breathlessly. âCharles is â um, heâs down in the garage doing some final prep I believe. With the mechanics.â
âMerci.â Fred nods, eyes straying back to the snack dish with poorly disguised interest. âI donât mean to pry, but ⊠may I ask what it is exactly youâre eating there?â
A flush rises on your cheeks as you glance down at the pickles and peanut butter. âJust ⊠satisfying a craving, I suppose,â you mutter, almost embarrassed.
Fred throws back his head with a rumbling laugh. âI see, I see. The way to a pregnant womanâs heart, no?â
The words are out in a jovial tease before he can think better of it. But almost as soon as theyâve left his lips, Fred notices the way your entire body tenses, pickle dropping from your slack fingers to the ground with a dull thunk. Jules looks up at the commotion, brow furrowed in childhood confusion.
Realization dawns across your features as your hand moves unconsciously to hover over your abdomen. A look of incredulity and wonder flits through your widened eyes.
Fred feels his heart stutter in his chest. âY/N? Are you ...â He trails off, suddenly uncertain if heâs overstepped.
Your gaze snaps up to lock with his, mouth working soundlessly for a long moment. Fred waits with bated breath, muscles coiled tight with anxious anticipation.
Finally, you find your voice. ïżœïżœ I⊠Iâm not sure,â you whisper hoarsely. âI didnât think â but, the cravings ...â
Without warning, youâre on your feet, scooping up Jules and clutching him to your side with one arm. Fred instinctively reaches out to steady you, but you brush him off distractedly.
âI have to ⊠I need to tell Charles,â you murmur, half to yourself as you lurch forward, nearly colliding with a chair in your haste.
âY/N, wait!â Fred catches your elbow gently but firmly, halting your frantic movements. You turn wild eyes on him and he gentles his voice. âDeep breaths, ma chĂ©rie. Why donât you sit back down for just a moment? Youâre looking a bit peaky.â
You stare at him for a beat, chest heaving, before seeming to collect yourself somewhat. With visible effort, you force your shoulders to relax incrementally and draw a shuddering breath.
âNo, itâs okay, I ⊠I should go find Charles,â you decide, more composed this time though your grip remains vice-like around your son. âHe needs to know. We canât be sure, but ...â
You trail off, gnawing anxiously at your bottom lip. Fred searches your flushed face, wondering if he should say more or simply stay out of his driverâs personal affairs. But before he can decide, youâve found your determination again.
âThank you, Fred.â You flash him a tight smile and shift Jules higher onto your hip. âIâll just ⊠go track him down then.â
With that, you spin on your heel and hurry out of the hospitality tent in the direction of the team garage, leaving a bemused Fred to stare after your retreating form. He shakes his head slowly, a wry grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
âWell, it seems congratulations may be in order for the Leclercs,â he murmurs under his breath. âAgain.â
Fred watches you disappear into the crowded paddock, a tiny part of him hoping you do end up being pregnant. Despite the extra challenges, thereâs nothing quite like the look of joy and pride on Charlesâ face whenever he speaks about his wife and child. Fred can already envision his star driver beaming like a spotlight if blessed with another baby.
A chuckle rumbles from his chest. Oh, to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. Somehow, Fred gets the sense Charles might be in need of a fainting couch again this time around.
***
Max lets out a loud whoop as he slams back his fourth â or is it fifth â shot of tequila. The pounding bass and flashing lights of the club have his blood thrumming with adrenaline despite the late hour. Singapore really knows how to rage after a race.
He swivels his head, surveying his surroundings with a lazy grin. Most of the other drivers seem to be just as enthusiastically embracing the raucous celebrations. Lando has his shirt recklessly unbuttoned to an obscene degree as he grinds shamelessly with some random group of club-goers. Pierre is presiding over an intensely competitive beer pong tournament at one of the VIP booths, eyes slightly unfocused.
Only a few meters away, Max spots the familiar silhouettes of Charles and you tucked away in a dimly lit corner. He throws back the dregs of his drink, grimacing at the burn, and stumbles in your direction with a mischievous smirk.
âWell, well!â He crows loudly as he approaches. âIf it isnât the reigning world champion getting cozy with his lady!â
You startle at Maxâs boisterous presence, but quickly settle back against Charles with a warm smile tugging at your lips. The Monegasque driver, however, is far too wasted to register much beyond a bemused grunt of acknowledgment.
Max canât help but snort at the besotted expression scrawled across his former title rivalâs face. Charles has his arm wrapped possessively around your waist, head lolled back against the plush booth as he gazes at you with hopelessly unfocused eyes. You rest your hand tenderly upon his cheek, murmuring something inaudible against the throbbing bassline of the club music.
A waiter appears as if on cue, offering a tray laden with fresh cocktails that look suspiciously potent. Max opens his mouth to thank the server, only to impulsively snap it shut again as Charlesâ hand darts out with impressive coordination for his state. The world champion snatches the entire tray before you can react, proceeding to methodically down every single glass in quick succession without further preamble.
You roll your eyes fondly, not even bothering to attempt retrieving your confiscated drink. When Charles finally resurfaces, gasping for air and looking totally glazed, you tuck an errant curl back from his forehead.
âFeel better, my darling disaster?â You tease.
Max realizes with some confusion that you havenât touched a drop, watching on with that same gentle amusement. Charles lets out a indelicate belch and slings an arm around your shoulders, tugging you back against his chest.
âMâgonna need anutha ...â He slurs blearily. You emit a tinkling laugh that causes Maxâs brow to furrow even further.
Suddenly, it all clicks into place. His eyes go wide, sweeping over your glowing features with a mixture of surprise and delight. No wonder youâre passing on the booze tonight.
âWait just a second ...â Max takes a stumbling step closer, throwing out an accusatory finger that has you shying away in alarm. But the wide, delighted grin quickly morphs his features from confrontational to conspiratorial. âWeâre gonna have another Leclerc in the mix soon, arenât we?â
You freeze in Charlesâ arms, exchanging a loaded look with your flushed husband. The giggling from earlier falls away as you bite your lip, seeming to hesitate before finally sighing in resignation. You glance back at Max with a sly smile.
âSeptember 1st,â you confirm simply.
Max lets out a raucous bark of laughter, nearly doubling over as he clutches his stomach. September 1st ⊠doing the quick mental calculation informs him the little bundle of joy was likely conceived right around ...
âOh my god, no way!â He howls, tears of mirth leaking from the corners of his eyes. âThe World Championship euphoria must have really gotten to you!â
Charles looks bewildered, mouth hanging slightly ajar. You shake your head despairingly, burying your face against your husbandâs shoulder in a feeble attempt to contain your own giggles. Max just wheezes harder, undoubtedly disturbing every single neighboring party-goer with his undignified cackling. He braces his hands on his knees, trying in vain to catch his breath.
âI canât ⊠I canât even begin!â He gasps between hysterics. âYou couldnât keep it in your pants for like, five measly minutes after winning in Abu Dhabi!â
Max can only shake his head gleefully, finally recovering enough to straighten and wipe his streaming eyes on his sleeve. Charles tugs you closer against his chest, swaying gently from side to side with a dopey smile.
âSâtrue though, isnât it?â He mumbles, resting his cheek atop your head. âMade the mosâ of mâchampionship ⊠glow.â
You try in vain to suppress your grin, smoothing your palms over the sculpted lines of your husbandâs abdomen. Max is genuinely touched at the tender gesture, the undeniable depth of adoration written across both your expressions.
He suddenly feels tremendously sentimental, booze and euphoria swirling together in a giddy vortex of affection for his friends.
âAlright, alright,â Max waves them off in mock dismissal, clearing his throat loudly. âAs nauseatingly in love as you two are, someone simply must balance out the team affiliations in this family.â
You and Charles both quirk matching skeptical eyebrows at him.
âOh yes,â he nods resolutely. âJust as soon as this nephew or niece arrives, Iâm going to start spoiling them absolutely rotten.â
The grins bloom across both your faces, Charles tightening his arms around you in a silent display of pride. Max glances down at the tender picture you make, feeling a profound swell of joy at having front row seats to his friendâs happiness.
Somehow, despite the alcohol and chaos swirling around the two of you, the little cocoon of perfect serenity and contentment youâve so carefully cultivated remains completely untouched. Itâs a rare oasis of tranquility in the middle of an otherwise chaotic life, and Max wouldnât have it any other way.
Well ⊠he wouldnât exactly mind if a few more boisterous new additions gradually joined your ranks. Good thing he plans on being the very best enabler around. He just hopes the two of you arenât hoping for more championship babies, because Max certainly wonât make winning any easier.
***
âI still canât believe how big the kids are getting,â Arthur remarks with a warm smile, watching as Jules and Helene race miniature car models across the living room rug. Little Lucien toddles along in their wake, shrieking with delight whenever he gets close enough to swipe at one of the toys.
âTell me about it,â Charles groans, slouching further into the plush sofa cushions. You laugh lightly beside him, one hand absently smoothing Lucienâs tousled curls as the toddler momentarily loses interest in the activity and plops down at your feet.
âYouâre getting on a bit yourself there, old man,â Arthur teases his older brother. âHalf life crisis and all that?â
Charles fires him a withering glare. âIâm only thirty two, you little shi-â He cuts himself off abruptly, clearing his throat as his gaze darts towards the children. You swat his chest in remonstration.
âLanguage!â You admonish. âWeâve talked about this.â
Chuckling, Arthur leans back and props his feet up on the battered ottoman. âDonât worry Y/N, Iâll be sure to teach the little ones all the good swears when they get older.â
âYou most certainly will not!â You shake your head vehemently. But the mock scowl quickly melts into a warm smile. âHonestly Arthur, what are we going to do with you?â
âKeep me around for the free childcare, obviously.â
The quip draws a bark of laughter from Charles. You roll your eyes fondly, gathering Lucien up into your lap for a cuddle as the toddler makes grabby hands. Arthur observes the scene with a contented smile â itâs so wonderful having his brotherâs little family over to visit now that theyâre all in Europe again.
âI have to say, you and Charles make some cute kid-â
Arthurâs affectionate teasing is abruptly cut off as a furry brown missile comes barreling through the open doorway. Bruno, Arthurâs three-year-old golden retriever, zips excitedly into the room with his tongue lolling out.
âBruno, no!â Arthur calls out, but itâs too late.
The pup lets out a joyful bark and leaps straight up onto the sofa cushions. Arthur watches in dismay as Bruno tramples over Charlesâ lap, nearly kicking his brother in a very sensitive area. Charles immediately shoves the dog away with a muffled curse.
But Bruno seems singularly uninterested in his distress. He makes a beeline for your side of the sofa and immediately nuzzles his way under your arm to plop his head insistently onto your abdomen. You startle slightly at the sudden weight in your lap, Lucien giggling and patting curiously at Brunoâs silky fur. The pup simply sighs contentedly and closes his eyes, fluffy tail thumping rhythmically against the cushions.
Arthur lets out a low whistle, watching in bewilderment as the usually hyperactive Bruno settles in to nap right against your midsection. The perplexed expressions on both your and Charlesâ faces donât escape his notice either. Charles half-heartedly tries to shove Bruno away once more, but the dog whines pitifully and refuses to be dislodged from his spot curled up in your lap.
âBruno!â Arthur calls sternly, lurching up from his seat to attempt removing his pet himself. But something gives him pause just before he reaches the sofa.
Dogs are remarkably intuitive, after all. And thereâs an old adage about them possessing a sort of sixth sense when it comes to picking up on certain ⊠conditions.
Arthurâs eyes go comically wide as the pieces click into place in his mind. He settles back on his heels, scrutinizing you with newly narrowed focus.
âYou know, they say dogs can sense that kind of thing before anyone else ...â he remarks slowly, gauging for a reaction.
You and Charles both freeze, eyes snapping up to regard Arthur as if heâs grown a second head. A strange, loaded silence seems to fill the room for a long, drawn-out moment. Arthur witnesses an entire conversation pass wordlessly between you with just a single cursory glance.
Jules and Helene remain obliviously absorbed in their game, but Lucien blinks up at his parents with a quizzical frown. You gingerly disentangle your youngest from Brunoâs embrace and deposit him back on the floor before scooting to the edge of the cushion.
âYou donât think ...â You murmur under your breath to Charles, hand drifting reflexively towards your abdomen. Arthur watches as his brother simply shrugs helplessly, mouth hanging slightly ajar.
âI ⊠well, I mean ⊠it would explain ...â Charles looks utterly dumbfounded for once. Arthur doesnât think heâs ever seen his typically unflappable older brother so flustered.
Your eyes bore intensely into Charlesâ, searching for any hint of confirmation. As if on cue, the dog in question opens his eyes and blinks placidly around at the three adults regarding him with such rapt scrutiny. Bruno seems unbothered, merely lolling his tongue and nuzzling closer against your belly. For the second time today, Arthur witnesses that fleeting, wordless communication pass between you and Charles in a simple glance.
A slow, radiant smile spreads across both your faces near simultaneously. You look back down at Bruno with new, unbridled adoration, carding tender fingers through his thick fur. Charles releases a disbelieving huff of laughter under his breath as he reaches out to skate reverent palms over the subtle swell of your abdomen that Bruno seems so enamored with.
And just like that, all the wind goes out of Arthurâs sails.
âNo way ...â he gapes, eyes darting between you both in awe. âYouâre actually ... seriously?â
You and Charles share another loaded look â this time, both your expressions are absolutely lit with unmitigated joy and pride.
âWe ⊠havenât confirmed it yet or anything,â Charles finally replies, voice barely above a rapt murmur. âBut we havenât not been trying.â
Your husbandâs words seem to snap Arthur out of his stupor. He leaps up from the ottoman, unable to contain his own delirious grin as he practically bounces with exhilaration. A cheer builds up in his throat, only to be smothered at the last second when he remembers the little ones playing obliviously nearby. Arthur exhales it all on a harsh rush of air, practically vibrating with excitement.
âThatâs ⊠oh my god, you guys!â He has to resist the urge to reach out and envelop you both in a crushing embrace. âAnother baby! I canât believe it ⊠Bruno, you clever little shi-uh, clever boy!â
Arthur drops to a crouch in front of the sofa, gently scratching behind Brunoâs ears. The dog thumps his tail happily, clearly preening under the praise for his remarkable intuition. Arthur glances back up at your mirthful expressions.
âI guess dogs really can sense that stuff, huh?â He shakes his head in wonder. âMaybe the two of us can start a betting ring and make some easy money.â
That finally breaks the spell. You both dissolve into peals of laughter, all the giddiness and disbelief seeming to finally crest over in a tidal wave of utter euphoria. Even the children pause their games to glance over curiously at the commotion.
Bruno seems to sense the occasion has reached a lull, lifting his head to give Arthur an expectant look. The dog rises and trots over to rest his chin in Arthurâs lap instead, bestowing an affectionate lick against his cheek as if to say âgood job, Papa.â
Arthur chuckles, stroking the golden fur fondly.
âYou really hit the jackpot this time around, didnât you boy?â He murmurs just loud enough for Brunoâs keen ears to pick up. âLooks like weâve got ourselves another little nugget joining the madhouse pretty soon ⊠wouldnât miss it for the world.â
***
âHow about this one, Maman?â Jules calls out, holding up a slinky crimson gown that looks several sizes too small for you.
Charles shoots his eldest son a quelling look from where he lounges on the plush velour armchair, two-year-old Celine babbling happily on his lap. Jules immediately wilts, grinning sheepishly before returning the dress to the discard pile swiftly accumulating around the dressing room.
You let out a frustrated huff from behind the closed curtain, drawing Charlesâ attention back to you. He sees your feet pace restlessly across the tiled floor as more rustling fabric sounds filter through.
âY/N? Everything alright, mon cĆur?â He calls out hesitantly. When you fail to respond, Charles frowns and shifts Celine higher on his knee.
âPerhaps we should try a different-â
The dressing room curtain abruptly whips open, cutting him off mid-sentence. You stand before the full-length mirror in a skintight silver sheath, tugging irritatedly at the fabric stretched taut across your midsection.
âI donât understand!â You snap, sounding flustered to the point of tears. Your gaze finds Charles in the mirror, eyes pleading beseechingly. âNone of these dresses are fitting properly at all. And I know I have the right sizes!â
Helene pipes up from the loveseat where she sits rifling through accessories. âMaybe you got a tummy bug, Maman? My pudge always comes and goes when Iâm not feeling good.â
âGee, thanks Lena,â you mutter dryly, fidgeting with another futile tug at the clinging metallic material.
Charles watches you intently, gaze traversing over your familiar silhouette with a considering frown. Itâs certainly nothing to do with weight gain or bloat â if anything, you seem slightly more slender than usual, the ridges of your abdomen clearly defined by the unforgiving silver fabric. Any extra fullness seems concentrated lower, an almost imperceptible bump that Charles is intimately familiar with after four previous pregnancies.
His sharp inhalation draws your eyes back towards the mirror. He can see the question forming on your lips before you even have a chance to voice it. Charles simply holds up a hand, rising smoothly to his feet with Celine balanced on his hip.
The little girl babbles happily, making grabby hands towards the tower of cast-off dresses as Charles weaves through the sizable debris field. You turn to face him fully, fingers unconsciously picking at the shimmering hem in a rare show of self-consciousness.
âI ⊠it doesnât make any sense,â you mutter as Charles comes to a halt before you. âI checked all the sizing beforehand, like always. I know my body. Iâve been this size for ages, ever since Celine was born. So why wonât anything fit properly?â
He reaches out silently, hands encircling the soft give of your waist. You go rigid under his palms as Charles slowly drags them lower, fingertips skating over the soft swell of your lower abdomen. Your breath leaves you in a sharp exhale as your gazes lock meaningfully, his search clearly confirming those silent suspicions.
âHow long?â His voice is low, instantly holding your attention.
You furrow your brow, mouth opening and closing uselessly. Then realization seems to dawn, your eyes going comically wide.
âOh my god ...â
Charles nods slowly, his own mind whirring as it rapidly calculates. If his keen senses are correct â if what heâs feeling under his hands is truly what he suspects ...
âWhen was your last period, mon cĆur?â He murmurs carefully, searching your face intently.
Your expression remains frozen in shock, features slack. Ever so slowly, almost imperceptibly, you begin shaking your head in bewilderment.
âNow that you mention it ⊠I ...â
Charles watches the pieces click together as clear as day. The habitual cycle youâve always tracked so meticulously, your uncanny ability to pinpoint the slightest shifts in your bodyâs rhythm â it all leads to the inevitable conclusion that he somehow arrived at before you. A conclusion rendered all the more definitive by the stupefied look stealing over your features.
âI donât remember,â you finally whisper, eyes locked with his. âOh god, Charles ⊠no, it canât be-â
âOne more surprise,â Charles cuts in, chuckling disbelievingly under his breath. âHow is it even possible we missed this? Another Lec-â
âShhh!â You hastily press a hand over his lips, silencing the exclamation. Celine squirms petulantly against his chest, tangling her chubby fingers in his collar until Charles secures her more firmly in his hold.
Your free hand drifts distractedly between your bodies to rest against the telling protrusion, eyes becoming misty. Charles kisses your palm, feels the tremor racing through you.
âMaman? Papa?â Lucienâs little voice pipes up, high and quizzical. âWhy you acting so weird?â
Neither of you seem to fully register the intrusion at first. You inhale a shuddering breath, casting Charles an utterly stricken look before reluctantly tearing your attention towards the children scattered around the boutique.
Helene has her head cocked skeptically, undoubtedly having picked up on the tension crackling through the room. Even Celine senses the shift in mood, falling uncharacteristically silent in the weighty pause. Only Jules seems to remain obliviously absorbed in his mobile game, earbuds firmly in place and shoulders hunched.
You give a tiny shake of your head, tightening your grip over Charlesâ hand still splayed protectively across your abdomen. He takes the cue and proceeds to open his mouth â likely to formulate some vague reassurance for the children â only to find himself abruptly interrupted.
âYouâre having another baby, arenât you Maman?â
The words hang heavy in the air as every head whips around to locate the source. Itâs Lucien â sweet, quiet little Lucien, staring up at the two of you with eyes far too astute for someone of such tender years.
Your hand slips from Charlesâ mouth to muffle a gasp. His own jaw drops open in naked shock, gaze rapidly pinging between you and your preternaturally observant second son.
âLuce?â Heleneâs eyes are like saucers as she regards her younger brother. âHow did you ...â
But the boy merely shrugs, looking almost defensive as he plants his fists on his hips in an uncanny mirror of Charlesâ habitual mannerisms when feeling confrontational.
âSâobvious,â he shrugs. âI remember when Celene was in Mamanâs tummy. I know what a new baby belly looks like!â
Then Helene, lovely Helene, shakes off her own shock with an earsplitting shriek of unbridled joy.
âNo way! Maman, youâre really â JULES! GET OFF YOUR DUMB PHONE!â
The curtain finally seems to drop from your frozen stupor. You startle hard, blinking rapidly as if reemerging from underwater. Your hand instinctively tightens over Charlesâ where it cradles the telling curve, anchoring you both in the whiplash of revelation.
Meanwhile, Helene launches herself off the loveseat like a tiny cannon ball, howling out strings of excited gibberish at maximum volume. Julesâ head jerks up just in time to catch his sisterâs barrage, flinching as she swats ineffectually at his earbud.
âWha-â he sputters, batting away her hands in clear consternation before finally ripping out the headphone. âHey! Whatâs gotten into you? And whyâs everyone so freaked?â
Helene rounds on him, practically vibrating with glee. âCanât you hear, loser? Mamanâs having another baby!â
Jules does an actual doubletake, head whipping back towards you and Charles in shock. Lucien is nodding emphatically beside him, a serene little smile plastered across his face as his eyes flit between you.
âTold you so,â he murmurs sagely.
Itâs the picture of pandemonium. The saleslady who had been assisting you suddenly appears, looking quite put out by the noisy disturbance echoing over her pristine shop floor. Charles can only imagine the picture they all make â you frozen in front of the dressing room mirror, his hand cradling your midriff as your children lose their collective minds around you.
When the woman opens her mouth, likely with the intent to scold them for the ruckus, Jules finally seems to find his voice.
âNo way! Maman?â He whirls back to you, features awash with stunned wonder.
âYes, oui!â Helene all but hollers, bouncing in place like an overstimulated jack russell. âPapa was feeling her tummy and everything!â
The shop girlâs gaze turns even more scandalized at the outburst, color staining her cheeks. Celine giggles, apparently finding the entire scenario terribly amusing. But you remain frozen, gaze drifting between the children and Charles with a silent plea clearly written across your face.
His own stupor finally breaks as he registers your wide-eyed helplessness. He has to smother the sudden, slightly hysterical urge to laugh at the torrential slew of emotions swirling through him.
Charles clears his throat loudly, plastering on his signature press smile as he turns towards the saleslady. âPerhaps we could have a brief moment to ourselves, mademoiselle?â
The woman sniffs dismissively, clearly fighting the urge to protest further. But the flicker of recognition in her eyes saves Charles from having to assert his identity. With a sharp tug at the hem of her blazer, she gives a curt nod and swans away toward the front of the boutique.
Once sheâs disappeared from view, Charles strides back toward the curtained changing room, herding the children ahead of him and arranging them all amongst the plush armchairs in the small space. A muffled scuffle ensues as Helene scrambles to sit next to her father, elbowing aside a scowling Jules. Celine just babbles incessantly from her perch atop Charlesâ knee.
You follow dazedly, sinking into the armchair opposite them all and emitting a great whoosh of breath. Your hand returns immediately to the subtle swell, fingers cradling the barely-there curve reverently.
Charles feels the unrestrained smile tugging at his lips. His family â complete and whole, yet growing by yet another little life soon to make their world even more vividly bright once again.
He gazes at the stunned expression still dominating your features and laughs, deep and full and utterly delighted. You seem to startle back into the present at the sound, meeting his awestruck eyes with a quickly growing smile of your own.
Soon enough, the storm of excited chatter resumes, with you taking the lead. Jules looks utterly shocked by the turn of events. Helene fires off a barrage of questions and squeals. Little Lucien sits with unshakable poise, absorbing it all with quiet pride.
And Charles can only laugh and wrap his arms around every beaming, noisy inch of you all â his beautiful family bound only to grow larger still over the coming months.
This is exactly where he belongs.
***
Jules canât wipe the enormous grin from his face as he strolls into the familiar Ferrari garage alongside his race engineer. The potent scents of oil and petrol fill his nostrils, instantly transporting him back to the earliest days of running around this very same hallowed space as a wide-eyed child.
Only now, itâs his turn to climb into the iconic red car. The culmination of a lifelong dream pursued with almost maniacal singularity â one he had witnessed his own father live out with such tremendous passion year after year.
His gaze roams around the bustling team members, searching out the faces of his parents among the throng of mechanics and engineers. Jules finally spots the two of you huddled together towards the far side, his mother enveloped protectively in his fatherâs embrace as you both wave enthusiastically.
A wide smile splits Julesâ lips once more. He canât resist the urge to press a quick kiss to his fiancĂ©e, Romeeâs, cheek where she strolls alongside him, swathed in a scarlet maternity dress and positively glowing with eight months of pregnancy. She flushes prettily, one hand unconsciously drifting down to cradle the swell of her belly.
âGo get âem, champ,â she murmurs warmly, squeezing his arm. âBaby Leclerc and I will be right here watching.â
Jules just nods, heart swelling fit to burst as he turns to face the gaggle of media crews setting up cameras nearby. His eyes linger on Romee for another loaded moment, committing the transcendent sight of her lovingly cradling their unborn child to memory.
He hardly has time to mentally steel himself before one of the Sky News correspondents is gesturing him over. Jules takes a fortifying breath and moves to join the woman, schooling his features into professionalism even as his stomach does delirious backflips.
âJules Leclerc, you must be simply bursting with pride today,â the reporter begins without preamble as soon as her cameraman gives the signal. âWouldâve been hard to imagine this moment when following your fatherâs legendary footsteps around the paddock as a child, no?â
âYou can say that again,â Jules chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. âIt definitely still hasnât fully sunk in yet, Iâll admit. But itâs been my dream since before I could even walk, so you better believe Iâm going to cherish every single second out on that track.â
He punctuates the statement with a decisive nod and flashes his signature megawatt smile â a move you always say must be hereditary. The reporter visibly softens under its full beam, casting a cursory look up and down before clearing her throat delicately.
âWell you certainly carry yourself with the same confidence as your father,â she lilts with the faintest of eyebrow waggles. âSpeaking of family ⊠I noticed your fiancĂ©e, Romee Verstappen, cheering you on from the sidelines as well. Must be another incredible source of pride to be starting your Formula 1 career with a new baby so imminently on the way?â
Jules feels the smile stretch even more impossibly wide at the mention of Romee and their child. His chest swells with unbridled joy and pride until he thinks it may crack open entirely.
âAbsolutely, my girls are everything to me,â he affirms proudly, allowing his gaze to skate back towards Romee where she stands with his parents. âHaving them here with me to experience such a monumental personal milestone ⊠itâs really indescribably specia-â
The words abruptly die on his lips as Julesâ eyes snag on a sudden flurry of movement from your side of the gathered group. Your head is bent low, one hand clutched around your midriff as you make a beeline for the nearest trash can stationed ominously in the corner. His brows furrow in concern, body tensing reflexively even as his father is already darting after you with alarm clear on his features.
Jules doesnât even realize when he starts moving, propelled by muscle memory to rush towards the commotion unfolding. All he can fixate on is the unmistakable sight of you hunched over the bin, retching violently into the receptacle as his father hovers anxiously behind you. Charlesâ hand finds your hair, tenderly gathering the silky strands out of your face as his opposite palm glides questioningly down the length of your abdomen, coming to rest at your lower back.
The gesture is so painfully familiar, one Jules can vividly recall witnessing countless times in his childhood. All he can focus on is the way Charlesâ fingers instinctively curve around the base of your stomach, palm gentle and reverent even now as you heave.
Something seems to click into place within Julesâ mind like tumblers in a lock. His breath leaves him in a painful wheeze, everything narrowing to the tunnel vision of you hunched so wretchedly, your distress the only palpable thing in his world.
âM-Maman?â He hears himself stammer out hoarsely.
You startle bodily at his voice, shoulders jolting rigidly. Jules can glimpse the tell-tale sheen of clammy perspiration beading across your brow and hairline as you continue to pant raggedly into the bin.
Just as soon as he arrives at your side, youâre drawing a tremulous breath and attempting to straighten, clearly aiming for nonchalance despite your haggard appearance. Charlesâ palm doesnât budge from where it rests so tellingly at the base of your belly, fingers still reverently curved.
âJules, mon chou,â your voice wavers. You manage a wan smile even as color bleeds back into your ashen cheeks. âIâm alright, donât worry-â
But he canât help himself â his gaze remains riveted to Charlesâ possessive palm still splayed across your abdomen. Suddenly, every innocuous little symptom Jules had decidedly overlooked the past few weeks comes slamming back into focus with disorienting clarity.
The perpetual fatigue you always hastened to dismiss over dinner visits. The periods of irritable moodiness that would overtake you without warning, followed swiftly by apologetic tears. And above all, the subtle thickening of your middle that each of his sisters gleefully attributed to too many of Pascaleâs famous steak frites during your frequent family meals together.
Jules feels the world tilt dizzily around him, throat constricting with the realization as decades of old memories dredge up unbidden from the deepest recesses of his childhood.
How many times did he watch this exact scene from the outside looking in? His doting father peering down at his pregnant mother with such pride and unshakeable reverence in those early years of Julesâ life? All the subtle similarities, all the subconscious cues his brain mustâve been cataloging without his knowledge, suddenly dragged to the forefront of his mind.
âN-No ...â he sputters, voice scarcely audible even to his own ears over the pounding engulfing his skull. âShe ⊠youâre not âŠâ
Charlesâ eyes flick immediately to meet Julesâ shellshocked gaze, lips pressed into a grim line thatâs nearly a grimace. Something indecipherable passes over his fatherâs features, though whether itâs disbelief or confirmation Jules canât bring himself to discern.
Your attention remains mostly fixated on the bin as you try once more to control your breathing. But even from this side-profile view, Jules can make out the subtle disruption of your brow furrowing â the telltale crease of a wince flashing across your delicate mouth for just an instant before smoothing back into neutrality.
And itâs all he needs to see for the realization to cement itself.
Jules shakes his head in dazed incredulity, his equilibrium entirely shattered. All words seem to escape his grasp. He barely even registers the heavy clatter of something hitting the concrete mere inches from his feet.
When he finally wrenches his eyes away from you both, Jules makes out the fuzzy edges of several Sky News crew members hovering anxiously nearby, cameras and microphones trained on the unfolding scene with rapt attention.
One of the correspondents hovers at the outskirts of the scrum, dark eyes agape and face stricken with concern. Her lips move as if to call out to him, but Jules is already swaying dangerously, consciousness slipping rapidly through his fingers.
The muted whirlwind voices of his entire team shouting in alarm rings hollowly in his ears ⊠his motherâs distressed cry an instant before his world pivots sideways and goes completely black.
âMon bĂ©bĂ©, no! Catch him, vite-â
***
Jules blinks slowly, the fluorescent garage lights swimming dizzily back into focus. His mouth feels stuffed full of cotton, pulse pounding an erratic rhythm against his temples. What on earth just happened?
âJules? Can you hear me, darling?â
His motherâs concerned voice is the first thing to fully permeate the fog clouding his senses. He pries his eyelids open further to find your anxious face hovering inches from his own, deep creases etched around your eyes and mouth.
You lean back slightly as Jules struggles to sit upright, groaning at the persistent vertigo. His limbs feel leaden, but a steadying hand at his nape counters the dead weight bearing down on his neck.
âEasy there,â his fatherâs low tenor rumbles from behind. âJust take it slow.â
Jules allows Charles to guide him into a slumped sitting position against the wall, fighting against the whirling dizziness consuming his skull. A vaguely familiar face swims into his line of vision next â Romee, her beautiful features distorted with worry.
âOh thank god,â she murmurs, palm finding his cheek and anchoring him further into the present. âYou gave us all a heart attack, you moron!â
Jules blinks sluggishly, vaguely aware of the relief sweeping across Romeeâs features as you and Charles crowd in as well. He swallows hard, mouth dry as a bone.
âWhat ⊠happened?â
His voice comes out in a hoarse croak that doesnât sound much like him at all. Even the minuscule effort of voicing those two words sends a prickly tremor ricocheting across his tender skull. A fresh wave of nausea assails him.
You crouch beside Romee, smoothing the damp hair back from Julesâ clammy brow without a second thought. But your hands are shaking faintly, he notices, and your cheeks seem unduly flushed.
Snatches of memory slowly begin filtering their way through the fog, sinking cold tendrils of realization into Julesâ gut. He squeezes his eyes shut, willing away the disorienting sight of the three of you clustered together for just a fraction of a second.
The split second of respite has everything coming rushing back in a torrent when he opens them again. You, hunched over the bin and retching pitifully. Charles fussing with evident concern, hands drifting across the unmistakable swell of your midsection with the deference of old habit.
All at once, the question slams back into Jules with the force of a physical blow, sending his head spinning anew. His eyes snap back open, mouth working in desperation as he tries to force out the words lodged in his throat.
âYou ...â he rasps, gaze darting down towards your stomach before ripping back up to your faces. âSheâs ...â
You and Charles exchange a loaded look, but Jules barely notices. Heâs too busy following the subtle circuit of tension rippling through his parentsâ expressions â a direct mirror of his own inner whiplash.
After all these years. With his father now forty-eight years old and you not far behind, and yet ⊠here Jules sits, stunned speechless at the surreal possibility that-
âY-Youâre pregnant?â He finally chokes out in a strangled whisper. He knows he shouldnât phrase it as a question, not really â the confirmation is basically written across every muted motion passing between you both.
And yet Julesâ brain still refuses to process the knowledge beyond a frantic sort of shock.
You let out a tiny sound at his words, almost involuntary â a helpless little exhale that seems to admit far more than any words could. Your eyes dance between Romee and Charles in a soundless plea.
Charles is the one to finally break the stifling silence, laying a tender palm on your back and meeting Julesâ owlish stare head-on.
âWe, ah ...â He falters, clearing his throat gruffly as you drop your head in apparent fatigue. âWell, yes. Your mother is ⊠with child again, it appears.â
The words seem to bypass Julesâ comprehension entirely, landing with all the force of a wispy feather brushing against his brain. He sucks in a sharp breath, cringing slightly at the sting of recycled, dry garage air searing his raw throat.
âBut ⊠how?â He sputters weakly, shaking his head as if to rattle his wits into some sort of coherent line. âI mean, when did this even ⊠â
You make a choked sound in the back of your throat, quickly smothered against the sleeve of your jacket. Julesâ eyes flick reflexively to the subtle swell of your abdomen, so glaringly obvious now that the truth has been dragged into the light.
Itâs strange, really â how he kept convincing himself it was simply the inevitable effects of middle-age slowing your metabolism over these past few months. Jules had attributed the gradual rounding of your figure to nothing but the natural passage of time.
He canât even begin to estimate how far along you must be. Surely his keen eyes wouldâve noticed the signs sooner otherwise? And yet ⊠no one else seems to have picked up on the possibility at all until this very moment.
As always, Charles picks up on his inner turmoil without Jules needing to give it voice. His father reaches up to card gentle fingertips through Julesâ sweat-damp curls, expression perfectly placid.
âYou know your mother and I have never exactly been ⊠modest about our affections,â he murmurs with a wry twist of his lips. âSo when a man and a woman love each other âŠâ
Jules feels his cheeks heat furiously at the implication, mind grinding to a screeching halt at that level of transparency from his own father. You, too, look positively mortified â features drained of all color as you steadfastly avoid Romeeâs avidly curious gaze.
âOh god,â Jules chokes out, pitching forward to bury his face in his palms. His entire body thrums with unease, fresh waves of nausea clawing up his throat. âPlease, I canât â I donât want to think about ...â
His fatherâs rich laughter cuts through the swell of discomfort rolling through Julesâ gut. He startles when Charlesâ hand lands on his neck, solid and grounding.
âBreathe,â he soothes, a smile evident in his voice. âAll this shock and outrage is completely unnecessary. Why shouldnât your poor old man still experience the occasional joy of being a doting husband, hmm?â
âOh my god, Papa!â Jules groans again, scandalized. But Charles merely chuckles harder, reaching down to haul Jules into a sitting position once more.
You remain hunched nearby, expression hopelessly torn between contrition and sheer amusement at the disastrous state of your firstborn. Even Romee is barely stifling her giggles, having clearly recovered from her earlier alarm to bask in the ridiculous diversion of his freakout.
âThis is ⊠I canât even begin,â Jules wheezes, dropping his pounding head between his knees. âIâm going to have a sibling younger than my own baby! How is that even possible?â
Another ripple of chuckles sounds around him. Charlesâ palm rubs comforting circles over his trembling shoulders â mock sympathetic, but still undeniably paternal in its anchoring warmth.
Then itâs Romeeâs turn to smother a snort of indelicate laughter into her palm. âHonestly Jules, youâre acting just like a petulant little brat right now. Iâd expect behavior like this from my little brothers, not a fully grown man about to become a father himself!â
That seems to finally shatter the tension engulfing the scene. You dissolve into a fit of giggles nearly as shameless as Romeeâs, shoulders shaking with relief.
âLeave it to you to be the voice of reason,â the gratitude is clear in your tone. âI hope your child inherits your sensibility rather than-â
âHey!â Jules protests weakly, raising his head just enough to cast you both an extremely feigned look of affront. âIâll have you know I handle everything with the utmost sophistication ...â
Romee rolls her eyes exaggeratedly, drawing near enough to nudge his temple with her knee in a wordless reprimand. As she shifts, one hand trails down to cradle her own swollen abdomen â a gesture Jules swiftly mirrors without conscious thought, curving his palm around the slope of her belly.
His new sibling could very well be due soon after his own imminent parenthood. The realization nearly steals what little breath he has left. Julesâ vision blurs slightly, throat contracting as he blinks rapidly against the hot sting gathering in his eyes.
âJules?â Romee murmurs, instantly concerned by his silence. âSchatje, whatever is the matter?â
âI ⊠nothing, I just. ..â He huffs an incredulous breath, gaze darting reflexively back to the contrasting swells of your midsections. âItâs really happening, isnât it?â
Heâs helpless to do anything but drag you both into his arms, clutching tightly enough to convey the swell of emotion roaring through him.
You enfold him just as greedily, stroking his hair and murmuring soothing nothings. A second pair of arms snakes around his back, Romee asserting her own comforting presence with a gentle squeeze.
âI love you all so damn much,â Jules finally rasps when he can summon his voice once more. âMore than you could ever know.â
A soft huff of delighted laughter sounds as you pull back just enough to look at him properly. Your eyes shimmer with unshed tears of your own, but itâs radiant joy that comes across your beautiful features most prominently.
âAnd we love you, darling,â you murmur, reaching up to swipe the lingering tracks from Julesâ cheekbones with tender pads of your thumbs.
âI really am so happy for you two,â he mumbles fervently into your hair, words nearly swallowed by the chaos of the surrounding garage. âAnother little sibling to dote on ⊠I can hardly believe how lucky I am.â
Perhaps itâs not so difficult to accept the greatest shock of all after witnessing the newest miracle taking shape within the growing roundness of your body.
He grins brilliantly, the last of his apprehension finally releasing in a giddy rush. âMy baby brother or sister is going to be so spoiled, just you wait.â
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weâre just fine | daryl dixon
PAIRING â Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader
SUMMARY â after the fall of the prison, you find yourself in alexandria, alone. two months later, your family finds their way back to you.Â
WARNINGS â angst, canon-typical violence/situations, pregnancy, fluffÂ
WORD COUNT â 5,000
NOTES â idk what happened to me all i know is i blacked out and then this was made. enjoy i guess
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Despite the pure monotonous routine youâd gotten used to during your two months in Alexandria, you couldnât say that it wasnât sometimes extremely boring. Your only saving grace was the mealtimes you had with Aaron and Eric at the end of the day. At least they had the sense and experience outside the walls to be able to carry out a conversation that wasnât about what food you were eating or how the weather was.Â
It was why you hated when they went out on recruitment runs. As their roommate, you felt awkward being in the home by yourself when they left the walls; as though you were intruding. You felt that way in a lot of aspects. An intruder on a perfect life that these people had grown used to in the wake of the apocalypse. A life where their only worry was whether or not Aiden and Nicholas would find the right ingredients for the food theyâd planned on cooking during their supply runs.Â
But there was nothing to be done aside from making a meal for one, eating alone with only a soft classical music CD to fill the silence, and to wait for the couple to come back home so you would have normal people to talk to.Â
You were glad for them and the runs they went on, though. Or they never wouldâve found you, and youâd likely be dead in a ditch by now.Â
Your hand shook as you gripped the handle of your blade, wide eyes searching the pharmacy for any signs of walkers, or people. Being on the road alone for as long as you had been was making you feel like youâd gone crazy. Maybe you had already.Â
Sweeping the small aisles, you found no signs of life. Most of the shelves were already empty, likely having been raided during the early days. Still, you grabbed whatever was available to you, shoving it into your bag before ducking into a corner, knees pressed to your chest as you rooted around for one of the final few cans of food you had left.Â
Youâd been rationing out what used to be a plentiful supply for a few weeks now. One can of food per day, nothing more. A lot of what you had was thanks to the traffic blockages on the highways and interstates youâd wandered along on your way out of Georgia. What used to be two cans a day for almost three weeks turned into one for the past week and a half, bordering on two.Â
The lack of food wasnât your only issue anymore. With no signs of life from your former group, you had every reason to believe that they were all dead. Logically, you knew they werenât. Youâd seen some of them escape in the firefight, yourself included. But without any real way of tracking them down, they were as good as dead. Not to mention the sudden and constant fatigue that the southern sun seemed to give to you, making traveling more difficult than you had originally planned.Â
Even with no end in sight, no real indicator that the man you called your husband was still alive, and no true hope for your future, you still persisted. You found places to sleep for the night, whether in abandoned cars or gas stations off of turnpikes. You found just enough food to supply you for a few more days if you managed to stretch it thin enough, and you kept going.Â
Just as you were about to crack open a can of corn, the crunching of glass and shuffling of footsteps alerted you to the body that had just entered the pharmacy. Its footfalls sounded too heavy and spaced out to be anything but a human.Â
Gripping onto your knife, you held your breath and gently placed the can on the floor. With your bag still on your shoulders, you kept your body crouched and your ears peeled, moving around the person â no, people â moving around the pharmacy.Â
âIâm telling you, weâve already been here. Thereâs nothing left to take,â a voice reasoned.Â
The footsteps ceased for a moment, and you paused, praying they hadnât heard you. âI know. Doesnât hurt to check, though, right? I mean, we canât exactly go back empty handed. Aidenâll have something to say about it.â
âBut we arenât out here for supplies,â the other stressed, âweâre out here for people, remember? New members?â
âI know,â their partner chuckled, footsteps resuming as they rounded the last aisle. You ducked between the shelves closest to the door, hoping to just outrun them and not have to fight them. There was a pause, a palpable beat, before he spoke again. âBut I think we might not be coming back alone.â
A cold chill ran through your veins at the formerâs words. He knew you were in here. Heâd seen your can of food, or heard your shuffling around the pharmacy. In an instant, you were at your full height, eyes wide as your fingers clutched your knife tighter and you ran, against your better judgment, toward the pair. The blond was the one closest to you, his back facing your front. With as much energy as you could muster, you hooked your arm over his shoulder, dragging him to your chest as you pressed your knife to his throat. It wasnât hard enough to do any real damage, but you knew that if you absolutely had to, youâd apply pressure.Â
âWho are you?â You spat, hand shaking as it gripped the knife. âWhat do you want?â
âWoah, woah, calm down. Itâs okay. Weâre not here to hurt you.â The brunet immediately jumped into negotiation mode, putting his hands in front of him. The position reminded you of Rick, oddly enough, and your heart twinged as you adjusted your grip on the knife.Â
âThen what are you here for?â You spat. âLike you said, thereâs nothing worth taking here.â
The faintest of whimpers escaped the lips of the man you held hostage, dragging both yours and the brunetâs attention to him. âWeâre justââ the blond gulped. âWeâre recruiters. We have a camp not too far from here. A safe one. Weâre looking for people to join us. People who haveâ have experience, out here.âÂ
His words, as stuttery and fearful as they were, confused you.Â
âIâm Aaron,â the brunet said, keeping his arms up in surrender as he slowly slid the backpack from his shoulders. âThat man you have is my partner, Eric. Everything heâs saying is right, and I can show you. I have pictures and a brochure in my bag, if youâll let me get it.âÂ
Hesitantly, you nodded. Even if he had a weapon, most of your body was blocked by his partner â Eric. There was a highly likely chance that he wouldnât try to harm you while you kept his friend in your grip, however weak it was becoming.Â
Slowly, Aaron reached into his bag, pulling out exactly what he said he would. With Eric still in your grip, he showed you pictures of the place he and his friend called home â Alexandria. âLook,â Aaron sighed, stepping back a bit. âYou seem like someone we could use. You have experience that we lack. Plus, it seems like youâve been out here by yourself a while. We have walls, food, running water, and proper shelter. And if you decide to come with us, our leader, Deanna, will interview you. If she allows you in and you donât like it, you can leave any time you want. We wonât keep you there if you donât want to be, okay?â
With a shaking nod, you let go of Eric, nudging him toward Aaron, who enveloped the other man in a tight hug. âIâ I can leave if I want to, right?â
âOf course, you can. No one will stop you, and thatâs a promise.âÂ
It took a bit of getting used to, but you were glad that Aaron and Eric had found you that day. Youâd been skeptical of things in Alexandria for the first few days, but you warmed to the entire situation a lot easier than you thought you would. You supposed it was because of how things were at the prison, but even then you werenât alone.
Aaron and Eric, while not pushing the topic often, had managed to get to know enough about you and where you came from before theyâd found you that they considered you a close friend.Â
Youâd only told them the briefest of answers. That you were with a large group in Georgia from the beginning, that youâd been with one of them for most of that time â even, at some point, considering yourselves to be married, though the symbol youâd had to show it had been lost months ago â and then another group came along and took everything away from you, simply because they could.Â
The safety and privacy that the couple provided was something you were more than grateful for, even if you were sure you wouldnât be able to have it forever.Â
Because while Aaron and Eric, along with the rest of Alexandria, provided a structure and a sense of normalcy for you, you couldnât shake the grief that fell upon you every time you were alone.Â
The thought of Daryl being out there, combing every inch of Georgia for you while you were so far away, was enough to bring you to tears. It was another thing to think about the possibility of his rotting corpse roaming the woods in search of something living to eat. The thought that youâd never see him again, dead or alive. That youâd just push through life â however much longer that would be for you â without him, even though he promised youâd never have to go through something like that.Â
The thought of your baby never knowing who their father was, and their father never knowing who they were, either.Â
You could go an entire lifetime without ever seeing Daryl again, and the idea of it nearly killed you when he was still around. It hurt a hundred times worse now that it was practically a reality.Â
The night passed without word from or the arrival of Aaron and Eric. It was common for them to be gone a while at a time â this particular trip lasting almost a week â but you hated sleeping in the house by yourself now. You were so used to waking up to Eric clattering dishes in the kitchen that waking up midday when they were gone only proved how fatigued you seemed to feel nowadays.Â
Waking up to a knock on the door wasnât unusual as of late, but it was certainly unpleasant. You were, however, grateful for the fact that when you were given a room at Aaron and Ericâs, it was on the first floor.Â
Rolling out of bed got harder and harder with each passing week, but you managed it anyway. The knocking persisted, and you sighed as you made your way into the living room, shouting out, âIâm coming!â
The knocking ceased, and you pulled on the fabric of your shirt before answering the door, only to find Jessie. âOh, hey,â
âHi, hon,â she smiled, and you felt bad for being upset at her moments before. âPete sent me over, said you were supposed to see him this morning?âÂ
âOh, shit, Jessie Iâm so sorry,â you said, brushing some stray hair from your face. âI overslept, normally AaronââÂ
Jessie smiled warmly, reaching out and putting a gentle hand on your arm. âI understand, Y/n, no need to worry. Just get dressed and head over to the infirmary. Itâs not like Peteâs in any real rush.âÂ
âAlright,â you nodded, bidding Jessie goodbye and closing the door as she headed down the porch steps.Â
Padding your way through the home, you went back to your room, pulling on some fresh clothes before freshening up in the bathroom. Routines like these were simple, but they kept you sane. Youâd had something a little closer to it at the prison, but it was nowhere near as nice as it was in Alexandria.Â
After eating a small breakfast, you were out of the house and on your way to the infirmary. The streets were quiet, as always, and the sun was anything but forgiving. People smiled and waved, and you did the same, even if you didnât know half of the people in this place. Even after being here for two months, it was hard to remember such trivial things about so many people. Plus, putting names to faces was never one of your strong suits.Â
Stepping into the infirmary, you were grateful for the burst of air conditioning that fell over your body. Smiling, you greeted Denise and Pete, the former of the two sitting on one of the beds as she pored over the book in her lap.Â
âAlright, letâs take a look at you. Sound good?â Pete smiled, and you nodded back.Â
While you hauled yourself onto the bed, Pete readied the ultrasound equipment. Pulling back the loose shirt you wore, your eyes glued themselves to the obvious, albeit still small, bump you were sporting.Â
âHey, Iâm about four months along now, right?â You asked, eyes darting up to Pete, who confirmed with a nod. âThat means you can see the babyâs gender, doesnât it? I remember hearing that somewhere,âÂ
Pete chuckled, powering on the machine and taking the gel from its holster. âMost of the time, yes. If you want me to look around for it, I can do that. After I make sure everythingâs okay.âÂ
âI really wanna know,â you said, wincing at the cold gel making contact with your skin. âItâd mean a lot. Then I can go full nesting mode. And so can Aaron and Eric, really.âÂ
The ultrasound went off without a hitch. According to Pete, your margins were clear, and everything looked healthy with the baby. It was always a relief to hear. There was little room for error with these things now that you had scarcely little supplies to work with. Finding the ultrasound machine early on in the apocalypse was a miracle in itself.Â
âOkayâŠâ Pete hummed, the wand moving and pressing over your skin. âThe kidâs giving me a hard time with this one. AndâŠâ he pressed a few buttons, eyes focused on the screen before him. You watched his features intensely, as though his expression would give the answer away before he could say it. Peteâs eyes broke from the screen as he smiled, lifting the wand. âYouâre having a little girl. Congratulations.âÂ
Your heart swelled, a wide smile overtaking your features as Pete handed you a towel. âA girl,â you whispered, eyes locked onto your belly.Â
Before you were able to stop yourself, you were once more reminded of the likelihood that youâd never be able to share this with Daryl. Tears welled along your waterline as you sat up, swiping the scratchy cloth across your belly. Whether Pete noticed or not, he made no indications. You were thankful for it, and for him leaving the room to put the ultrasound equipment away.Â
When he came back inside, he pulled Denise from her books and into the kitchen to talk, but you paid no mind to them. They were talking too low for you to listen in, anyway, and you were too busy trying to quell your emotions on the makeshift examination table to want to eavesdrop.Â
By the time you were ready to leave, Olivia entered the infirmary, eyes scanning the room before landing on your frame.Â
âY/n, theyâre on their way back,â she smiled, and you nodded gratefully.Â
âTheyâre okay?â
The woman nodded. âEricâs a bit banged up, hurt his leg I think, but otherwise theyâre fine. And they brought a group. They should be getting here soon.âÂ
Exhaling a relieved breath, you slid from the bed, bidding goodbye to Denise and Pete as you followed Olivia onto the street. You walked side by side in silence, mulling over what sheâd said.Â
âYou said they brought a group?â You asked, following Olivia up the steps to the house that held all of your inventory. âHow many?â
Olivia huffed, brows cinching. âDeanna said it was a big one. That they had a lot of weapons, been on the road a while.âÂ
Your eyes widened. âA while as in the entire time, or?â
âNot sure,â Olivia shook her head. âAll I know is I gotta get the weapons cart to the gate, if you wanna help?âÂ
âSure. Should probably be there to get Eric to the infirmary, anyway,â you decided.Â
And, sure enough, Aaron helping a limping, sweating Eric through the gate was the first â and for now, only â glimpses of the new group you would get. Aaron smiled apologetically as he spotted you, tucked out of view from the newcomers.Â
âWhat the hell happened to you?â You said, looking pointedly at Eric, who grimaced as you took his arm from Aaron.Â
âRoamers,â he sighed. âItâs broken, I think.âÂ
âYou think?â You asked, eyeing the bruising flesh. âI can tell itâs broken. Come on, letâs get you to Pete.âÂ
Aaron thanked you as you wrapped an arm around Ericâs waist, helping him up the road and back into the infirmary.Â
As Pete worked to wrap Ericâs ankle, you couldnât help but ask questions about the trip.Â
âIt was a disaster,â Eric groaned. âThere were roamers everywhere. Plus, this group, theyâre headstrong. Been out there a while.âÂ
âHow many of them are there?â You asked. âOlivia didnât tell me.âÂ
âFifteen,â Eric hissed, squirming as Pete positioned his ankle properly.Â
Your eyes widened, throat going dry. âJesus,â you huffed. âThat many of them and theyâre still going?â
âWith a baby,âÂ
âOh my God,â you gasped. Your mind flashed with images of baby Judith, heart clenching. The fall of the prison meant that you never found out exactly who made it out alive, and you never dared to venture the thought of whether or not she did. âThey must be some lucky sons of bitches.âÂ
Eric laughed. âNot only are they lucky, but theyâre tough. And really close. I think, once you get used to them, youâll like them. They remind me of you when we found you.âÂ
âSo, scrappy, hungry, and tired?âÂ
âYeah, pretty much,â Eric laughed, and you couldnât help but do the same.Â
âIf you need me, Iâm four houses down.â Aaron pointed, Rick and Carl following his line of sight. âIf Iâm not there, Eric or Y/n probably will be.âÂ
Carlâs eyes snapped back to the brunet, a mixture of confusion and skepticism floating within them. âY/n?â
Aaronâs brows furrowed at the boy. âYeah. Sheâs a friend of ours, came here a few months back. Why?â
âWe, uhâŠâ Rick stepped in, a hand scratching at his beard. âWe used to know someone named Y/n. thatâs all.â
âOh,â Aaron nodded, stepping away and heading back home, where you and Eric were sitting at the table, sandwiches in hand as you giggled about something he wasnât aware of.Â
Upon his entrance into the kitchen, you stood excitedly and hugged the man. âGlad youâre back okay,â you said, heading back to your chair. âI heard the group you brought was tough.â
âYeah, they are.â Aaron chuckled, still mulling over the puzzle pieces in his head. âYou said you were with a big group before, right?â
âYeah, why?â
Aaron huffed, glancing at his shoes. âI brought up your name to one of the new members â just a name, nothing else â he said they used to know someone with the same name.âÂ
Your heart stuttered in your chest, limbs freezing as you were bringing the sandwich to your mouth. Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to put the food back down, looking up at Aaron with shining eyes. âThis man, whatâd you say his name was?â
âRick. Rick Grimes.âÂ
If your heart had been fluttering before, it was banging like a drum in your chest now. Your stomach fluttered, your hand coming to rest on the swell of your belly, hoping to quell the anxiousness.Â
âWhere are they?â You asked, and Aaronâs mouth only remained agape. âAaron, where are they?â
âDown the street,â he finally said, voice cracking. âThe house on the curb, the one you said you liked.âÂ
Within moments, your food and friends were abandoned as you practically ran from the home, shooting down the porch steps and down the street. You were thankful that no one was out and about right now, or you were sure theyâd think you looked crazy. You didnât even register a person in your path until youâd already bumped into them.Â
âOh! Y/n, are you alright?â Jessie asked, her hands on your shoulders as her eyes searched your wild ones.Â
ââM fine, Jessie.â You muttered. âIâve gotta go.â
You gave the woman no time to respond before you were wriggling out of her grip and hurrying down the street. Up more steps, you were greeted by the charming yellow door of the home youâd wished you lived in, knuckles rapping frantically and unyielding on the wood.Â
The door finally, after what felt like decades, creaked open. Your heart stopped in your chest as you took in the sight of your husbandâs best friend, clean shaven and hair dripping from a recent shower.Â
Rickâs eyes flooded with tears as they met your own. In seconds, you were pulling him into your arms, grateful that you werenât the only survivor of the Governorâs wrath.Â
You sobbed into his shoulder, gripping tightly to the clean white shirt he wore. âRick,â you croaked, âis heââÂ
âHeâs fine,â Rick whispered, heart breaking when your sobs worsened out of pure relief. âHeâs just fine.âÂ
When you finally found the strength to let go, Rick led you inside. âWe thought you were dead,â
âThere were times I wished I was,â you said, taking a seat at the edge of the couch. âI was by myself for just over a month. Found some train tracks, lost âem, then stuck to interstates, mostly. Got lost in the woods, found a small town, and from there, Aaron and Eric found me. Iâve been here for two months.âÂ
Rick huffed a laugh, disbelief filling the sound. âSounds like you had one hell of a trek.â
âI had a car, for a bit.â You shrugged. âWalkers ruined that part. I crashed it into a tree. Stuck to walking after that.âÂ
âWhen did youâŠâ Rick glanced down at your swelling belly, forcing a laugh from you.Â
Shrugging, you smoothed your hand over your belly. âFour-ish months ago. Didnât find out until I got here. Been terrified ever since, really. Not knowing if Daryl was out there, if Iâd see him again.âÂ
âYouâll see him soon,â Rick assured you. âHeâs talking to Deanna now.â
âAnd the others?â You asked. âBeth? Judith?â
âJudith is just fine,â Rick said, eyes leaving yours as he sighed. âBeth got caught out in Atlanta. A woman in a hospital killed her.â
Your stomach churned at Rickâs words, guilt crushing your lungs and bile rising in your throat. âOh, my God,â you whispered, pressing your fingers to your mouth to try and stop yourself from throwing up.Â
Rick nodded, resting a hand on your knee. He watched you stand, your arm resting over your belly, beginning to pace the floor before him.Â
âI have to⊠I need to go see the others. Daryl.â And without another word, you were leaving Rick behind in an unfamiliar home, nearly running down the familiar path to where Deanna and her husband lived.Â
The group milled about in the small courtyard in front of Deannaâs house, hidden behind the brick walls that fenced it in. Everyone was either sitting or leaning against something, sticking to a tight group, and completely blocking your path to the inside of the home.Â
With your mind so set on seeing Daryl, on simply getting close to him again, you failed to register Carol saying your name. Once again, you were pulled from your thoughts only when someone was right in front of you.Â
This time, Carol was pulling you into her arms, her grip on your body tight. You hugged her back, despite the sweat and grime that covered her. Soon enough, Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, and Sasha had joined her. You were surrounded by your family, all overwhelmed at your presence, but happy nonetheless.Â
When you finally requested to be let go, they obliged, and you finally spotted Judith in the arms of someone you didnât know. Relief flooded you, seeing the baby healthy and happy as she could be.Â
âWhat happened to you?â
âWe thought you were dead!â
âAre you okay?â
âGuys, Iâm fine, I promise.â You chuckled through tears. âIâve been here almost the whole time, and Iâm perfectly healthy. The doctor said so this morning.âÂ
You smiled as Carolâs eyes drifted from your face to your belly, shock overcoming her features, before her smile matched yours. She said nothing, but you were sure everyone else was either figuring it out or partially aware, just based on the interaction alone.Â
A loud scoff echoed from the porch door, followed by low, gravelly muttering. Your heart stopped at the familiar voice, before thrumming in your heart like a rapid drumbeat. There, walking with careless ease, picking at his thumbs, was your husband, covered head to toe in layers of dirt and grime. You choked a sob as the group seemed to part around you.Â
âDaryl,â you croaked, just loud enough for him to hear it.Â
Daryl paused at the top of the steps, his eyes locked onto yours through the hair heâd let grow too long. In a flash, he was down the stairs entirely, rushing to pull you into his arms. You met him in the middle, colliding with his body and bringing you both to the ground. With one hand cupping the back of your head and the other splayed between your shoulder blades, Daryl cradled you close to him, rocking you as you clutched to the leather vest on his back tighter, sobbing in his embrace.Â
âI thought ya were dead,â he whispered, fingers digging into your back. âI thought I lost ya,â
A choked sound escaped you as you shook your head. âNever,â you promised. âYou could never lose me.âÂ
âYer necklace,â Daryl croaked, tucking his face into the side of your head. âI found it, on the tracks in Georgia. Thought ya were goneâŠâÂ
âIt fell.â You said, words hushed and shaking, as though they were a desperate plea. âWalkers were coming for me, too many for me to take on myself. It snapped off in the fight, I couldnât go back for it.âÂ
By the time you felt okay enough to stand on your own, everyone had departed from the courtyard, likely into Deannaâs home. With a vice grip on his arms, Daryl helped you stand. His eyes raked over your face, tear-stricken and flushed with emotion. No matter the state you were in, Daryl could never see you as anything other than utterly beautiful.Â
âYouâre okay?â You asked, hands gently brushing the hair from his dirt-caked face. âYouâre not hurt?âÂ
Daryl shook his head, leaning into your delicate touch. Hands smoothed over cloth, over skin, dedicating the feeling of your body beneath his touch to memory. He watched your eyes flutter closed as he did so, relishing in the slight pressure of his palms against your skin. They slid down your hips, your waist, and Darylâs brow furrowed. Heâd committed your body to memory long ago â every curve, every bump, every scar. Slowly, and with a hand that was less steady than it had been a moment ago, Darylâs fingers drifted delicately over your front, eliciting a small gasp when he found what heâd suspected.Â
The sound forced your eyes to open, meeting the bright blue of his own, widened in shock. Immediately, your stomach churned and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a habit youâd been unable to shake since high school.Â
âDaryl?â Your voice shook.Â
âYerâŠâ he breathed, eyes darting down to where the backs of his fingers rested, the slight swell of your stomach confirming what heâd been about to ask. âWhenâd you⊠did you know?â
âNo, noâŠâ you whispered gently, shaking your head. âI had no clue when⊠I didnât know until I got here. I suspected it on the road, but⊠no, I didnât.âÂ
A shaking breath fell from his lips. âAnd yer okay? Yer bothâ both okay?â
âWeâre just fine,â you smiled, resting your palm on his cheek. âI promise. Your girls are just fine.âÂ
Darylâs breath caught in his throat, a new wave of pure emotion rolling through his body. It seized his muscles, freezing him in place as he struggled for breath and blinked away tears. Girls. He was going to be a dad. He was going to have a daughter.Â
âYa have no idea how much I love ya,â Daryl muttered, his head dipping low, forehead resting on your shoulder.Â
âI think I have a clue or two,â you joked, voice as soft as you could make it.
Daryl scoffed, lifting his head and pressing his lips to yours. It was short, shorter than you wouldâve liked, but it carried as much love as all the other kisses youâd shared and stolen with the archer over the years. Still, he was here, and he was safe, and so were you. Nothing else mattered except that.Â
The horrifying reality youâd thought yourself to be in was nothing but that â a mere thought. For now, you and Daryl were safe. Together. As a family.Â
And you knew that, as he slipped the necklace back onto your skin, this time on a leather rope tied tight, there was nothing either of you wouldnât do to stay that way.Â
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Learn about the importance of maternal nutrition during pregnancy. Discover the necessary nutrients, balanced diet and expert tips to optimize a healthy Pregnancy.
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SUMMARY: The three times Giyuu really wishes he was loud about his opinions because god damn if he wasnât fed up with all the people hitting on you. A/N: You can read this as a part II to this fic, or simply standalone. WARNINGS: Reader is female and has already started a family with Giyuu. TAGLIST: @flogflower MASTERLIST/PREVIOUS FICS
Tomioka Giyuu was known for being a very silent wallflower, a mysterious man whom no one knew much about, not even the rest of the Hashira, as shown by how they never knew he had a wife until very recently. Usually that worked in his favour, as he hadnât liked to be hounded by busybodies for his marriage to you or the birth of your first child Koji, but sometimes there really were moments where he wished he was as loud as Rengoku or open about his opinions as Shinazugawa because god damn if he wasnât fed up with all the people hitting on you.
THE FIRST TIME:
He finally found the time to secretly surprise you by taking you and Koji to that restaurant you were always raving about. Youâd always wanted to have a meal with him there and to this day he was still very sorry he never had the time to go. It would be the first time you all would be out as a family and understandably you were very excited (underneath Giyuuâs mask of stone he was as giggly as baby Koji at 3 a.m. in the morning). Understandably Giyuu spent a lot of time planning and perfecting this outing from reserving a table to predicting exactly how much heâd have to spend on dessert (your pregnancy no longer excused your crazy cravings, but Giyuu was long used to itâŠperhaps not his wallet though).
Understandably Giyuu was rehashing the 101 ways to get rid of the patron flirting next to you. It looked like the first way, aka staring at him intensely in the most uncomfortable way, was not working as well as he hoped.
The audacity! Giyuu couldnât even savor his salmon daikon now, not when he was fuming so quietly as he was forced to watch the brunet drop hint after hint of his interest in you. When he. Was. Right. There.
The sheer audacity!
âŠhe wasnât sitting that far from you, was he? Maybe the man assumed you both were strangers? Giyuu slouched in his seat, as unaware of how obviously he was sulking as the man shamelessly hitting on you of your marital status. Koji turned his head up in surprise at his fatherâs sudden stop at tilting the milk bottle into his mouth, babbling sadly.
Did he not see the ring or something? Giyuu wondered if he shouldâve bought something flashier like Uzui had said some time ago. You were barely offering the man a fraction of your attention but even Total Concentration Breathing couldnât accelerate his heart as much as it did now.
Go away, Giyuu chanted in his head, go away.
âMamamammamamamamamamamaamam!â Koji suddenly squealed, squirming around in Giyuuâs hold, reaching out for his mother. You turn immediately, cooing at your precious boy. At other times Giyuu would be put out by how his son was choosing you over him, but today he couldnât stop his mouth from twitching into a smirk when he watched the manâs priceless expression as he handed over Koji to you.
âPass me the bottle, Yuu.â You cuddle your baby closer, oblivious to the staring match Giyuu was winning between the man and him over your bent head. âAw, donât fuss, donât fuss, Daddy sucks at feeding you, doesnât he?â
âHey!â Giyuuâs eyes widened, speechless. You giggle and press a quick kiss to his crumb-stained cheek (Giyuu was rarely one to gloat but he couldnât resist when he flashed a triumphant smile to the man uncomfortably making some excuse to get up and leave.
âHere, hold him, I need to clean up your face.â Giyuu happily took back Koji and let you wipe at his face, reveling in the tenderness of your gaze. âI swear, Giyuu, even Koji doesnât make such a mess - itâs like Iâve got two babies to take care of.â
âI thought you liked taking care of me!â
âI do!â You roll your eyes at his indignant expression.
âMmmm!â Koji cooed and the corner of Giyuuâs lip twitched as he looked down. Saved by his baby to protect his other baby - oh well, better than the plan of extreme torture Giyuu had been dreaming of when that tiny spark of jealousy ignited.
THE SECOND TIME:
He thought that jealous, angry spark was smothered and put out after a week or so went by with nothing else like that happening, but hell was he wrong and like the flames of hell the spark was bursting into.
How the hell did so many people not realize youâre married to him, for goodnessâ sake? He wondered. For that matter why did this always happen the moment you handed Koji to him for even just a moment?
Giyuu trailed around you like a lost puppy, pathetically trying to remind you of his existence while you walked around town with your recently reunited childhood friend. After the initial introductions and usual hyped excitement at seeing a cute baby you and Aya had fallen to catching up on what the both of you had been doing for the past years and recounting silly memories. You were so delighted at meeting her again Giyuu had offered to take Koji from you and leave for privacy.
He was content with the bonding time he had spent with Koji, of course, but it was rather spoiled when he returned after the tuckered out child finally curled against him to take a quick nap to find the topic of conversation had turned to one of romance and relationships.
âYour fiance sounds like an amazing man! Iâm so happy for you - you better keep your promise of making me your maid of honor!â Out of habit you slipped your hand into Giyuuâs when he sat down on the bench next to you.
Aya giggled, as lovestruck as Giyuu at the moment. âOf course I will! But eh, (y/n)-chan, havenât you gotten married yet?â
You didnât notice the slow turning of Giyuuâs head in her direction with a disbelieving face, only to beam and reply. âI am! Heâs -â
âIf you want I know someone, he matches your personality very well! Heâs a close friend of my fiance actually. I mention you a lot to him, to be honest, and he said you sound like a lovely person. If youâre okay with it I can help set you both up!â
âAre you stupid?â Giyuu suddenly blurted out, unable to control himself anymore. âIâm her husbandâŠâ
***
âCan you tell Mama Iâm sorry for me, baby?â Giyuu sighed, gently nudging Koji away from the edge of the futon. He cocked his chubby head to one side, blinking, then flopped over to wriggle his way closer to Giyuu. âSheâs not talking to me but she wonât ignore you.â
Giyuu was dying (from the lack of cuddles). Ever since his childish outburst (a justified defense of himself) that had severely taken Aya aback and caused you to give him the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. He had been banished (sent off to go sleep in the living room) and starved (denied your delicious cooking and made to go find cold soba from a nearby food stall). At least he had one ally left (Koji had no idea what was going on; Giyuu had simply kidnapped him from his cot for company).
âBwa.â
âMmm. Iâve already apologized about ten times though. I still canât believe Aya somehow thought I was just a friend following her though.â It was nice to pretend Koji could actually understand him, though heâd never admit it. âHey, hey, donât drool there.â
âMmph! Bweeeh!â
âMaybe Iâll go buy her flowers?â
âSssss!â
âAre you talking to the baby, Tomioka?â
Giyuu sat up straight and whipped around fast enough to crack his neck. You stood by the hallway with your arms crossed and lips pursed. Koji giggled.
ââŠno.â Giyuu frowned. âDonât call me Tomioka.â
âItâs your name isnât it?â
âNot for you.â He looked on the verge of tears. This man really knew how to tug on your heartstrings; you averted your gaze. âItâs Giyuu. Or Yuu. Anything but that. Are you that mad at me?â
âYou didnât have to be so rude, you know.â You crossed the room and sat down in front of him, helping Koji roll over to you. âI didnât know she didnât know we were married and thatâs is kinda silly of Aya not to notice, but thatâs not really a reason to be so insulting.â
âIâm sorry.â Giyuu lowered his head. ââŠam I not good enough to be your husband?â
âWhat?!â Your jaw fell open. âWhy would you say such a thing? Youâre the best thing this worldâs ever given me! I love you so much Iâd actually choke on air if youâre not there! Iâd kill myself if you left me! How can you even say such a thing?â
âNot like that! Iâm just -â Giyuu shrugged miserably. âWhy doesnât anybody see that? Is it because I donât show affection to you a lot? You could do a lot better, everyone seems to think.â
âGiyuu. Youâre going to look at me and have what I said drilled into your head.â Well, at least you werenât calling him by his surname anymore. âWhen we started going out I already knew what I was getting with you. So what if you donât feel comfortable kissing and hugging and holding hands out in public? I donât know any other guy whoâd buy me bouquets for no reason, try to cook me my favorite meal when Iâm sick, make sure I donât overwork myself during training. Whether people think I could do a lot better or not is their problem. Iâm already doing the best there is, so donât ever say that to me, Yuu.â
Giyuu definitely was not crying.
âIâm serious, Giyuu. If you do youâll be sleeping out here for a week.â
âBwa!â
âAnd this time I wonât be letting you bundle off our baby for yourself either.â The closeness of how much you were leaning into him and the way you were smiling though said otherwise. Giyuu chuckled, pushing away your hair from your face and pulling Koji onto his lap.
âCan I go back to the bedroom then?â
THE THIRD TIME:
Giyuu was reasonably confident if someone were to repeat this mistake heâd be able to handle like a mature, grown man and not throw another childish remark around.
The universe didnât seem to think so.
Shinobu had advised you to not go on any missions for the time being, reasons being you should be recovering after Kojiâs birth. Giyuu and you were more than happy about that, both having agreed at the start that you didnât want any babysitters. So for now you were saddled with minor jobs like scouting out an area or mostly, giving extra training to the lower-ranked slayers.
Giyuu was fortunately free that day, so he had decided to go stick around and if nothing else enjoy watching you relentlessly push the slayers into doing better. Somewhere along the way, however, Koji had somehow dropped his beloved stuffed rabbit and to prevent the inevitable temper tantrum and crying fit Giyuu wasted an hour looking everywhere for it.
Finally successful in finding the worn toy and putting Koji to sleep, Giyuu headed off to go find your training grounds.
â(y/n)-sensei is so pretty, isnât she?â
âShe doesnât look married too.â
âBet sheâll say yes if I ask her out!â
âYou wish! Someone like you, stand a chance with her? Dream on! Iâm far better than you, sheâd say yes to me for sure!â
âHah, wanna bet? You sure have an ego the size of Japan to think that.â
Giyuu stopped in his tracks with a scandalized expression on his usually stoic face.
The slayers you had been training were clearly on break. The two he had accidentally eavesdropped on were older than the rest, perhaps around the same age as him and clearly a whole lot cockier. You were too distracted answering some questions from others and calling out encouragement to a group of sparring slayers to hear themâŠbut he did.
He walked in and everyone fell silent.
âIsnât that the Water Pillar? He looks so scary!â
âWhatâs he doing here? Iâm not going to be able to do well with a Hashira breathing down my neck!â
âWoah, whose baby is that? It looks so much like (y/n)-sensei!â
âKoji missed you,â Giyuu said abruptly, stopping in front of you and ignoring the circulating whispers, handing over your child. You quietly laugh - since Koji was born Giyuu started using him to express his feelings.
âAre you sure it was him or you - mmmph!â
Giyuu took a particular relish in seeing the looks of shock, embarrassment and horror on the two slayers as he yanked you into a heart-stopping kiss and flashed the hand with his ring on it at them.
âYouâre done training for the day. All of you are dismissed.â He grabbed your hand, gestured listlessly at the others, and dragged you away firmly.
âGiyuu!!!â
***
He made a special point to invite the two slayers to the Water Estate a couple of months later. They were very pleased indeed to be trained by the Water Hashira himself per personal request! Honorary Tsugoku!
âWhy are you both so weak? You move so slowly any demon would eat you before you even draw your sword. Have you not been listening to my wifeâs training? If you arenât, donât ever waste her time ever again. Even my son could do better than you both.â
There really was something very humiliating about being compared to the cooing, drooling baby pushing around his toys in the corner. Tomioka must really hate them to be speaking so muchâŠ
âWell? Get on with it!â
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