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Esme has a post-p.artum body, stretch marks and all. At first, she didn't think too much of it; her human life was a blur— like looking through a lens with a massive smudge. She could barely recall anything let alone what led her to become a vampire.
The venom did some work to flatten her stomach, but underneath layers of clothing she still appears to be in the process of post-partum recovery. The venom's main job was correcting and healing her injuries; the aesthetics it provided were secondary and unimportant in its mission to create an apex predator.
Her stomach isn't entirely flat and never will be. In fact, the first time she wore a figure hugging dress, someone innocently asked when she was due and the comment, while received with a smile and gritted teeth, really took Esme off guard. She hoped it would be a one-off. To make sure, she made the choice not to wear form fitting clothes again and now chooses to adorn loose tops, joggers, skirts and A-line dresses.
She also doesn't like to swim in public places. The only place she does and can swim confidently in a one-piece costume or bikini is Isle E.sme, and the only person she is comfortable swimming with is C.arlisle.
As b.ody positive movements have come into the fray and started to become more widely accepted, Esme has found herself becoming both more comfortable and confident in her skin. There's still a long way to go, but she knows she can't go eternity disliking and hiding a body that grew the greatest love of her life.
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Unexpected Surprises
Summary: Logan x Fe!Reader -> Finding out your pregnant is one thing, having Logan know before you is another.
Disclaimer: Mostly fluff, descriptions of giving birth, Logan's senses are at their full power. He's also read the books. One swear word here and there. Not Proof Read.
If someone had told you, even yesterday, that you would be sitting inside your bathroom with Logan sitting against your sink counter, waiting for a pregnancy test to show you a result he already knew…
You wouldn’t have believed them.
They could have been cursed to tell the truth their entire lives and you still wouldn’t have believed them.
Because it was baffling to you.
And it had all started because Logan - of all people - knew you were pregnant.
It had all started several weeks ago when you had met the team under the school inside Jean Grey’s lab. The others had been talking when you had arrived and slid in to stand beside Logan.
After a moment, he sniffed.
“What is it?”
“Have you changed your shower gel?”
You looked at him with a bewildered look. “No, why?”
“You smell different.”
“I don’t know how comfortable I am knowing you can smell me.” You said, looking up at him. You knew it was a part of his mutation; heightened senses, but it still caught you off guard every now and then.
Logan shrugged. “I can always smell you.”
From there, you both turned to find out why you’d been called down to the lab.
Over the next couple of weeks, Logan noticed a change in you.
You started napping.
For the average person, taking a nap in the middle of the day wasn’t unheard of. But for you, someone who practically lived off four to five hours a night of sleep, constantly running around the place doing things, unable to sit still long enough to even think about taking a nap….
It was unheard of.
First it had been in the living room on the sofa whilst the kids were either out or in their rooms before they’d get called for dinner. Then in the library, the hallway on the window seat bench, the kitchen. And Logan hadn’t been the only one to find you napping.
But he was the only one to move you from where you were and into your bedroom.
And each day your scent was getting stronger.
For the life of him he couldn’t put his finger on it. He had asked Jean about it but since you hadn’t come to her, or hadn’t seemed unlike your normal self, she didn’t see anything to worry about.
Maybe your body was just finally making you listen and telling you to rest.
But as of a week ago, you had been throwing up every meal you had. But you didn’t feel sick. Save for the twenty minutes before and after throwing up. Most of the time you felt hungry and nauseous at the same time.
Except, you’d kept the fact you kept puking to yourself. Until a morning meeting before classes were about to start.
“Excuse me, just a second-”
You just about managed to get out of the door and down the hallway before throwing up the toilet lid and emptying your breakfast back into the water.
Everyone looked around concerned and Jean was about to follow you when Logan caught her by the door. “Let me.”
Logan seemed to know something the others didn’t.
“Is she okay?”
Logan nodded, looking around before finding Charles. “She’s fine,” he replied, turning back to Jean.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
Closing the door behind him, Logan found you in the staff bathroom, the door unlocked.
Knocking on, he heard you take a breath before flushing the toilet and putting the lid back down. He slowly entered before closing the door behind him and looking at you as you sat on the lid of the toilet seat.
“Here,” Logan grabbed a fresh flannel and ran it under the tap before handing it to you and crouching on the floor so he could see you.
“Thanks.” You took the flannel from him and placed it over your face, wiping it down before folding it over and running it down the back of your neck. “Two weeks. Two weeks and I can’t keep a meal down, but I feel normal.”
“There might be an explanation for that.”
Then you felt yourself starting to cry.
You never cried.
At least, Logan had never seen you cry.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. One minute I’m flushed and wanting to throw up my internal organs, the next I was to sleep for a decade and eat nothing but sugar. Maybe I’m coming onto my period.”
“You’re not.”
You threw the flannel into the sink before looking at Logan. “What?”
“You’re not coming onto your period. You’re pregnant, Y/n.”
“Excuse me?”
Logan sighed. “I can…smell it. Your hormonal changes. And it would explain the tiredness, and the puking your guts up every five seconds. And the emotions.”
You just stared at Logan. “What?”
“If you don’t believe me, take a test. Maybe I’m wrong-”
“You are.” You told him. “I can’t be pregnant. When would I have had-”
Logan raised an eyebrow at you as if to say, “You really don’t remember?”
You looked up, away from him and towards the door, doing the maths in your head.
“I can’t….no. No, I can’t be pregnant.”
“Look,” Logan began. “At least take a test. Just to be sure. I could be wrong…but I don’t think I am.”
The next day Logan drove you into the town and towards the local pharmacy.
Sitting out in the car, you unbuckled your seat belt and looked at the door before turning to Logan. “Will you come in with me?”
And he did. Without question.
Spending a few minutes searching for the tests, Logan found them and handed one over to you. “Can tell as early as…” He read the box. “Five weeks.”
You nodded before looking back at the shelf, grabbing a different box of a different brand, just to be safe. At the counter, the cashier rang up both boxes for you. Neither you or Logan missed the light smile on her face as she looked between the two of you. However, the cashier missed the slightly awkward shift from Logan as he realised what she was doing and he somehow moved both closer to you and away from you at the same time.
“That’ll be seven, ninety five.”
You handed over a ten dollar bill and collected your change. Both yourself and Logan thanked her before shuffling away from the counter, Logan looking behind him as he opened up the door for you, finding the cashier smiling and waving you out.
By the time you both got home, you found a note on the desk in the hallway from Xavier. They had taken the kids out on a school trip to the museum. They should be back by dinner.
So that left you and Logan alone to stand inside your bathroom, avoiding looking at the two tests on the counter.
“I still think it’s weird you can smell the change.” You said out loud, sat on the toilet seat, your hands interlocked with each other. “I mean…what does it even smell like?”
You unlocked your hands and pressed them between your knees, turning to look up at him as he leaned against your sink counter.
Logan seemed a little out of it, his head somewhere else for a moment as his eyes remained fixed on the skirting board whilst he brushed a hand repeatedly across his face.
“Huh?” He snapped out of it, brushing his face one last time before moving his hands so they were against the cold counter before crossing his feet and crossing his arms once more. “Oh, uh, I don’t know, It’s just different.”
“Like a bad different?” You asked.
“Just…stronger, I guess. Why do you even want to know? I thought you found it weird?”
You nodded. “I do. But you can’t tell me you’ve got questions for things you find weird.”
Logan looked at you. “What? Like your ability to watch a serial killer documentary before you go to bed, yet you won’t watch horror movies?”
“I knew you found that weird!”
Logan nodded. “That’s because it is. Scott isn’t allowed near you in the month of October because you said he watches too many scary movies.”
“I can see it in his aura. Being near Scott in the month of October is like putting you next to a magnet and hoping you don’t get stuck to it. Horror movies scare me any time of year, it’s just stronger in October. And Scott watches too many.”
“Who knew the woman who used to work for the FBI, doesn’t like horror movies?”
“Technically, I worked in the labs. Not the field.”
“Still. FBI that’s afraid of a couple jumpscares on a set full of actors. Kind of ironic if you ask me.”
“Oh, please.” You replied, turned back to looking at the door. “You’re just as scared of them. Don’t think I didn’t spot the claw shaped holes in the pillow from last Halloween.”
From the corner of your eye, you saw Logan squirm.
“How long is left on this thing anyway?”
You looked at your phone. “Twenty seconds.”
You both watched as the timer went off before looking at each other. “Ready?”
It took you a second, but you finally nodded and Logan stood back up straight. As did you before pulling the face down tests from the counter.
Logan stood behind you, his hand absentmindedly coming to your hip as he looked over your shoulder. You closed your eyes before turning them round and took another second before finally opening them.
It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you.
Two lines.
Both tests.
Two, vibrant, clear from space, lines.
And despite him being the first to know, everything suddenly felt a lot more real for Logan.
“Oh my god,” you breathed out before you felt yourself starting to cry again. “Oh my god.”
You looked at Logan through the mirror before turning around and his arms wrapped themselves around you as you stood on your tiptoes to bury your face into his neck.
“What do you need? Tell me what you need.”
You set yourself back on your feet, your eyes locked on Logan’s chest. “Sleep? I think.”
Logan smiled a little and brushed the hair out of your face, kissing your forehead. “Okay.”
“Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you…” The question disappeared. “Stay with me.”
With his eyes fixed on yours, Logan nodded.
Laying down beside you, his arms wrapped around you whilst your legs tangled with his. And for a moment, he was transported back almost nine weeks ago when you and him had finally crossed the one line you both swore you’d never cross with each other, in a motel room, just off the highway leading back into New York.
Neither of you woke up until a few hours later where you found yourself lay on your side, Logan’s arm around your middle with his hand gently pressed to your belly, whilst he remained behind you, a little more on his front, his face half buried in his pillow.
Having felt you move, Logan stirred awake for a moment to fully turn onto his side. But you just kept looking at him.
Just like you had done almost ten weeks ago when you watched the sunlight that was beginning to peek through the curtains that never just quite shut all the way, dance across his bed-ridden hair and over the muscles in his back, ghosting over where the sheet was draped over his bottom half.
And just like then, you brushed a few of the stray hairs from his face, watching his too tired muscles unable to fight off the smile on his face whilst his hand came up and held yours against him for a moment before he kissed the centre of your palm.
“What time is it?”
“A little after four…I think. I don’t think the others are back yet.”
“I think we’d know if they were.” Logan joked a little before gazing at you. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, I think. A little less sick.”
“Good.”
You nodded for a moment before looking back at Logan. “I think I want to do this.”
Logan gave you a questioning look for a moment. “Are you sure?”
You nodded. “I’m sure. If you don’t want to-”
“I want to.”
It wasn’t ever a second thought for Logan when he had come to terms with you being pregnant, as well as him being the first to know. He would have supported any decision you made, but he couldn’t help but feel a little more than happy when you confirmed his question.
He had been in love with you ever since you had splattered midnight spaghetti sauce on your face from when you had slurped spaghetti. He had chuckled and wiped a spot from your chin with his thumb.
Of course, he wasn’t blind.
He had always found you attractive since he first met you, but becoming your friend and falling in love with you two years later over a bowl of spaghetti as you graded papers…that was something he could have only ever dreamed of.
That night, he thought about kissing you. But promised himself he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. You were both friends.
And when you both almost kissed after having stepped into him whilst you were both outside looking for logs to put on the fire pit outside, he had a strong feeling you felt what he was feeling, too.
But fear…stopped you both.
And Rogue’s voice from shouting for you both since you’d both been gone ten minutes longer than you had planned.
But that night in the motel room.
Neither of you could deny it anymore. And there was no one around to interrupt.
Maybe both of you wished it had happened a lot more smoothly. But neither of you could deny you weren’t not happy about what had happened.
“You want to?” You rallied his words back to him, trying not to smile too much.
Logan nodded. “I want to.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“One thing,” you said. “What do we tell the others?”
“You didn’t tell anyone what happened?”
You shook your head. “No. Work kinda got in the way.”
Which it did. A few hours after the motel, you had both gotten a call to get back to the school as quickly as you could. And work got too busy, neither you or Logan had time to talk about what happened and before you both knew it, it got too late to mention it again.
“Did you?”
Logan shook his head. “No.”
“This is gonna be a shock to their system.”
You nodded in agreement. “Maybe we don’t tell them so soon. At least wait until the twelve week scan.”
“Agreed. Accept-”
“Jean’s got to know.”
Logan nodded and clicked his teeth.
“But we can trust her. Maybe we’ll just have to corner her in her lab before she and Scott have lunch together.”
Logan nodded. “Good idea. Does the lab even have a sonogram machine?”
You reeled back a little. “Logan…”
“What? I might have…read…a couple of books.”
You could help but smile. “You read books? On pregnancy?”
Logan shrugged, once again trying to hide his smile. “Had to know if I was right about you being pregnant. And if I was, I wanted to know…what to expect. Just because I’m nearly 200 years old doesn’t mean I know what I’m doing.”
“And the entire world takes a sigh of relief. Even the oldest man in the world doesn't know what he’s doing. Maybe we don’t have to have it all figured out right now.”
Logan smiled, his hand pressing gently against the bottom of your back, pulling you closer to him. “Maybe we don’t.”
“But we’re gonna do this together?”
Logan gave you a nod and smiled. “We’re gonna do this together.”
By the time the others got back, Logan was on cooking duty since the smell of everything was sending you into waves of sickness once again, until Logan handed you a small bag of sweets with a couple of pretzels inside that helped curb your cravings and settled the sickness.
And, just like you had said, you found Jean in her lab just a little after Scott had left and told her what she needed to know.
Within moments she had you lay on the examination table and Logan wheeled a chair over to be by your side whilst she scanned your stomach to find your uterus.
“Have to say, you two took your time.”
“Huh?”
Jean smiled. “Rogue was sure something had happened that night at the firepit when she went to find you two. When she finds out she’s gonna be thrilled something did finally happen.”
You and Logan looked at each other. “Other than Rogue…how many people think that…”
“You two would finally stop being idiots and do something about it?” Jean clicked a couple of buttons on the monitor. “Everyone.”
“Everyone?!”
Jean smiled. “Yep. And now they’re gonna be thrilled. Take a look.”
Jean explained what you were looking at. “See, here their head, and their feet. They look pretty comfortable there, tucked up nice and cosy.”
Jean did a couple other things whilst you and Logan looked at the screen, Logan’s hand taking yours in his before he kissed your palm again.
“Wow…she’s so small.”
You looked at Logan with a smile, and tears in your eyes. “What makes you so certain it's a girl?”
Logan shrugged. “I just do.”
Squeezing his hand, you smiled and looked back at the monitor.
“I’d put you at about a little over nine weeks. We should be able to hear a heartbeat.”
You looked a little shocked, not expecting to hear a heartbeat so soon. But Jean found it and…you breathed. Or maybe you held it. You weren’t quite sure.
“Stay still,” Jean laughed a little.
“Sorry,” you apologised.
Logan held onto your hand, tears forming in his own eyes. But for two reasons. One; finally being close to you, seeing your baby and hearing their heartbeat. And two; the small thumping Logan had heard every time he was around you, almost like an echo of your own – or maybe his – had been your baby.
The baby you were having together.
He had been hearing their heartbeat for almost a week.
“Logan…that’s our baby.”
There was no stopping his smile. “That’s our baby.”
With his other hand at the back of your head, his thumb making familiar strokes back and forth, he kissed you and you squeezed his hand a little tighter, never wanting to let go.
“I’ll set this recording for you and print off a couple of pictures. Congratulations guys. You’ve got a very healthy baby.”
Jean did as she said she would and by the time you were clean of the gel and sat back up with Logan standing by your side, Jean gave you a couple of information booklets.
“I think Logan’s already got most of it covered,” you said with a smile, catching his slightly sheepish look. “But thank you.”
Jean hugged both of you. “Congrats guys, and don’t worry. They won’t hear anything from me.”
You smiled. “Thank you.”
By the time you both got back to your room, you had one picture, as did Logan however the third one, Logan kept looking at.
Without saying anything, you both came to an agreement and it wasn’t long before you found who you were looking for.
Closing the library door, you checked all the spaces before confirming both yourself, Logan and Rogue were alone.
“What’s going on?”
Coming to a stand, Rogue stood in front of Logan and you rounded the table to stand beside him.
He held out the picture. “We wanted to give you this. Figured you should be the first to know…apart from Jean.”
Rogue took the photo in her hands from Logan, it taking a minute before it all finally clicked in her head and confirmed what she was looking at.
Baby Y/L/N HOWLETT printed in bold white ink in the corner.
Rogue burst into a smile and let out a small laugh before hugging both of you quickly. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!”
“But you can’t tell anyone.” Logan told her. “At least not yet.”
Rogue shook her head. “I-I won’t. I promise. Oh my god!”
She hugged you both again before stepping back.
“I knew something was going on between you two! Congrats, guys! Oh, my god! This is just…incredible. Insane.” Then she calmed down for a moment. “Thank you for telling me.”
Logan shrugged. “Figured the kid’s Aunt would want to know first.”
Rogue smiled even brighter and then looked down at the picture lovingly. “When do you find out the gender?”
“In a couple of weeks,” you smiled, holding onto Logan’s hand and arm. “But he thinks it’s a girl.”
“You do?” Rogue asked, with a smile still prominent on her face. “You two are gonna make the best parents.”
“Thank you.”
“Thanks, Kid.”
And she was right.
As was Logan when, only a few weeks later, Jean confirmed that you both were in fact going to be the proud parents of a baby girl.
And by the time it came round to you giving birth, you may have bruised Logan’s hand as well as scared Scott into never watching a horror movie where a woman gives birth, ever again.
Bobby had been the first to find you when you went into labour. You were hunched over the counter in the kitchen, holding onto your belly.
“Y/n, are you okay?”
You managed to shake your head. “No.”
Then your waters broke.
“Oh, uh, okay. Okay. Rogue!”
Practically sliding around the door, Rogue saw what was happening. “Oh, crap. Okay. Bobby, go and find Logan.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“He’s…” you grunted through the pain. Jean had warned you that having a baby with one mutant parent might speed things along, but two?
As you had gathered from Jean’s easy let down…
You were fucked.
“Ugh.” You grunted. “He’s…he’s out in the gardens…they had trouble…ahh…they had trouble moving…”
“Just breathe.” Rogue assured you. “Bobby, go.”
And he did.
“Okay, we’re gonna get you downstairs. I’ll call Jean.”
Twenty minutes later, Jean was back from her store run and rushed inside the school only to nearly collide into Logan.
“Where is she? I can’t find her.”
“Rogue helped her down to the lab.”
When Jean and Logan finally ran inside, they found you bracing yourself on the bed as Rogue rubbed up and down your back and you felt the pain kick up a notch.
“They’re here! They’re here. Logan.”
Logan was already on it, replacing Rogue’s hand with his own in yours. “Where the hell were you?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“How’s your pain?” Jean asked, walking back inside in her scrubs.
“Ever been kicked by a horse in your pelvis?”
Another contraction started up and as you held onto Logan’s hand, you braced yourself on his other arm.
Jean gave a hidden laugh from your comment and started setting everything up.
“Just tell me when the pain stops and we can get you moved onto the bed.”
It took a moment but eventually it slowed and, with Logan’s help, you got into the hospital bed and Jean checked you over.
It was a few more hours before you were ready to push.
“No, I can’t. It hurts.”
“Just a few more pushes. Come on, you can do it.”
Logan held onto your hand whilst his other arm supported you around your shoulders and back. “You can do it. Just a couple more and it’ll be over.”
You groaned. “Why can’t we be seahorses? The males have to push and they’re only pregnant for ten days.”
Logan could help but laugh a little. “We can always get Chuck to come down and narrate this. He’s no David Attenbourogh but he is English.”
“Oh, shut up.” You laughed a little. “Don’t make me laugh. I’m in enough pain as it is.”
Another contraction started up and you began to push again.
“That’s it! Good…just a little longer.”
Fifteen minutes later the room was filled with the cries of a newborn baby girl and you felt yourself cry a sigh of relief, joy and worry.
“You did it, honey.” Logan kissed your temple. “You did it.”
“Where is she? Is she okay?”
Jean smiled and nodded. “She’s perfect. Dad? Want to do the honours?”
Logan kissed you and walked over towards Jean, his hands trailing away from yours before reaching for the scissors Jean handed him.
Cutting the cord, Jean hurried to weigh and measure your daughter as quickly as she could before handing her over to you for skin to skin contact.
“Oh my god, she’s beautiful.”
Logan was crying tears of happiness. “She looks just like her Momma.”
“Congrats, you guys.”
“Thank you.”
You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She was…everything.
Logan sat beside you on the bed, his arm above your head and the other around both of you. He saw you in her, but you saw him.
“You guys picked a name yet?” Jean asked, standing on the other side of the bed, the camera by her side from where she’s taken a couple of photos already.
Both yourself and Logan had been quiet about the names you had picked.
“We haven’t decided yet.” Logan told her, his eyes never leaving his daughter.
“But whatever it is, Marie is going to be her middle name.”
Jean smiled and took yet another picture. Everyone had been waiting years for this moment, for you and Logan to finally get together, for you both finally to realise you were both always meant to be, even before either of you knew it.
They were going to want pictures to keep forever of this moment.
As were you two.
And the ones Jean took were just the first of many to be taken, from everyone holding her beside you and Logan, to the big family photo with her in Logan’s arms, to the one you would always keep by your bedside of Logan holding his daughter for the first time. To birthday’s, Christmases, Easter, family dinners, first steps, first words.
The others that made a small collection in your memory box for her, where she’s learning to walk, holding onto Logan’s fingers, climbing up her dad and going over his shoulder, finding easter eggs with Logan and Rogue, sitting in Xavier’s lap at his desk, learning to bake for the first time – a picture you didn’t know existed until you found it in the small box Logan had been keeping. He had taken the picture of you and her when you weren’t looking and had multiple copies.
There was a picture of every moment and every memory that both of you would always treasure forever.
And even when the sleepless nights felt endless, neither of you wanted to change it for the world.
#logan x reader#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#logan x fe!reader#logan howlett x fe!reader#wolverine x fe!reader#fluff#x men#wolverine#logan howlett#x men wolverine#wolverine x you#logan x you#logan howlett x you#major fluff#falling in love#always been in love#family#rogue x men#pregnancy fluff
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“Watcha staring at sugar?”
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Men do get pregnant. a man had a child, so.
#fixingbadposts#fixing-bad-posts#erasure poetry#male pregnancy#transgender#trans men are men#reproductive health#miscellaneous#queer
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Yes, trans men and mascs have historically been subjected to less public violence and ridicule than trans women and fems. Is having privilege really the only reason you can think of for that? Have you considered that they had less ability to be publicly visible in the first place? Please remember that the lack of autonomy women have historically been granted also applies to transmascs. They would have been considered the property of men. Spousal rape wasn't illegal everywhere in my country until 1993. How easy do you think it would be for forcibly impregnated transmascs to transition? For abused transmascs in general? Do you think they were all even allowed out of the house often without a man? There are so many stories of transmascs being forcibly institutionalized for being trans. Is that situation and otherwise being quietly abused and erased really so much better than hypervisibility?
#I guarantee you there are so so so many trans men and mascs throughout history that died being known as women.#it doesn't mean they weren't dying & going through other horrible shit just because we haven't heard about all of it#notice how now that women have more rights in society and are allowed to be more visible transmascs are getting more negative attention#I mean don't get me wrong most of that attention is still misogyny but now that we have greater ability to transition it looks different#transandrophobia#transmasc#transfeminism#intracommunity issues tag#SA tw#abuse tw#forced pregnancy tw#queue#mine#before anyone says anything this is NOT saying transfems have gendered privilege over transmascs or they've never been treated like propert#it's just different being treated like your main purpose is to make men happy and have their babies since the day you're born
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*Clears throat*:
Esme maintains her stretch marks from pregnancy after her transformation because they are not imperfections. In fact, having more of a softer stomach and those stripes are invaluable to her. It is proof her son existed and a permanent keepsake of him all these years later.
#;headcanon#;the heart (esme) — character study#pregnancy men#cw: pregnancy#tw: pregnancy#infant loss men#cw: infant loss#tw: infant loss
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yeah you support trans people but are you normal about trans men who choose to get pregnant
#i'm not a trans guy who evr wants to get pregnant but#the amount of queer ppl and other trans people i see joke around about like#how weird mpreg or men getting pregnant is#and use it as shock value shit#is really disheartening#like damn dude! it's almost like men CAN get pregnant and there IS a lot of men who choose to get pregnant !#they don't deserve any less respect for that#and their existence shouldn't be made into a joke#ik mpreg doesn't have a great history but like#it just weirds me out to see people treat the idea of men getting pregnant as something baffling#idk normalize it. stop treating it as some weird alien thing#my textbox#a little bit upset. sorry#discourse#pregnancy#<- for filtering
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I day dream so much about living in a Male dominated, right wing paradise 💖
No women in power or politics, we're just all pregnant giving birth to lots of kids while Men do the important stuff🥰💖 obviously no feminism as all the conservative Men would make sure to get rid of all of that stupid stuff.
I just want Men to take over everything 😂😂
#pregnancy#pregnant#anti feminism#patriarchy#anti feminist#men are superior#women are baby factories#right wing Men#i love right wing men
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Pregnancy /w Simon 'Ghost' Riley
When you told your husband that you were expecting a baby, even with his mask on you could see the color drain from his face.
To anyone that knows him, knows that his most of the time silent but this silence between you both was something new. You couldn't tell if he was happy or not.
As time passed by, anxiety and fear gripped your heart and tears threatened to fall from your eyes. Children were a topic you haven't talked about yet, Simon made it clear he doesn't want children but you two never considered pregnancy a possibility even though you are on birth control.
You rushed to the bedroom, leaving Simon alone in the living room. He was silent, his mind was silent. The only sound that was heard was your muffled crying from the bedroom.
It wasn't long until he made his way to you, the sight of you curled up under the blankets, crying, broke his heart in a way he never knew was possible. He layed himself behind you and held you tightly against him.
He didn't know how to comfort you so he stayed silent and just held your petite body against his rough and larger body.
From that moment on, he stuck to your side. Still processing that you are carrying his baby, he would just stare at your belly. His battling internally with himself. One part wants to run away and the other is telling him to stay and fulfill his duties not just as a husband but as a soon to be father too.
With each month that passes by, he watches your belly expand and it's slowly became clear to him that the baby is a symbol of your love. He was first awkward about touching your pregnant belly.
"Can I?" he asks, his hands glued to the side of his body.
"Yes" you responded with your usual bright smile.
He hesitated and his eyes bounced around the room. You reached for his hand and placed his hand on the curve of your belly and just like that, he instantly fell in love.
Now he talks to his unborn child and gently pokes around just to get the baby to move, a chuckle leaves his lips when he sees the baby push against the inside.
"I can't wait to meet you"
"You know you and your mother are the best things that ever happened to me"
"You have a badass mother, you know that?"
"I'm going to protect you"
His the kind of guy who doesn't want to know the gender until the baby is born. He definitely spends every second with you during the pregnancy. Soap will definitely tease him for it but he doesn't care. His in love with his wife and his unborn baby and wants to be there all the time.
He definitely stops you from being on your feet for too long. He'll gently rush you out of the kitchen and into a chair. He will massage your feet and back without question.
Towards the end of the pregnancy, he was in pain, it's not physically pain. He's heart breaks when you are uncomfortable all the time, the back pains and the intense hormones.
When it was time to give birth, he was panicking more than his wife that's about to birth a tiny human. His with you every step of the way until it came time to push out the baby.
He held your hand and whispered words of encouragement to you, he thought he had everything under control until he peeked and saw his baby wiggling thier way out of you. His eyes widened with shock and he looked at you with those eyes. That's when he realized that your in more pain that it seems.
He snapped to reality when he heard his baby cry for the first time. It was like he spaced out as realization kicked in.
His a father.
When he held that tiny human in his arms, the tears just kept pouring from his eyes and he couldn't stop it. When he heard that his has a baby girl, he protectively held her close to him. He watched her sleep on his chest, skin to skin contact was important to him as he spoke gently to her.
"My little princess"
"My sweet little angel"
"Daddy's little girl"
"I'm gonna spoil you, ya? I bet you'd love that"
Since her birth, his been finding excuses to hold her. Throughout his whole life, he was traumatized and hurt, he had to be cold to protect himself but since you and your baby entered his life. He had a reason to fight, he had a reason to live.
Now, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You are his girls and he will always love you.
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#ghost x reader#call of duty modern warfare 2#simon riley x reader#cod men x reader#Simon Ghost Riley x reader#Pregnancy headcanon
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top ten reasons why red is THE MOST BADASS trainer in the pokemon franchise NUMBER ONE he gets that man pregnant!!
green and red still have the energy and room for one more <3 that wish proves itself to be.. fruitful.
(yes this subject matter can possibly piss off some tumblr catholic. blacklist the pregnancy tag if this is not your thing or block me. thank you for your co-operation.)
#pregnancy#trainer red#trainer green#trainer blue#trainer leaf#namelessshipping#reguri#gurire#red oak#green oak#blue oak#pokemon#pkmn#if im gonna talk the talk about impregnanting men then im also going to walk the walk. BLESS#reds kind of um unsettling in the sense that hell go on a huge explanation about how pregnancy works and will be all calm and earnest abt i#he does it completely out of love. just that it might be yknow TOO DETAILED wihtout him realizing!!#tawny and cerise are still around tho jsyk!! just that thats a story for another day#anyway i have a lot to say still but god ill let them be as corny as they want THEY DESERVE IT!!!#baby number 3 is super cute and awesome btw
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i like how these days a red url on shinigami eyes can either be a viciously hateful transphobe who wants all trans people forcibly detransitioned, dead, or both; orrr just a trans guy who thinks trans men face transphobia. very helpful! not at all frustrating!
#text#it USED TO be such a helpful tool. these days its like 50-50 on whether it's actually gonna show me a transphobe or not#crazy shit.#like it's helpful in the 50% of cases where its actually showing me a transphobe#but ive also seen like. rape/pregnancy threats towards trans men from green urls these days.#like what the fuck is going on#shinigami eyes#transphobia tw#transandrophobia
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Headcanon;
During the events of BD, Esme really struggles to be around Bella towards the end of her pregnancy and then around a newborn R.enesmee.
It is not that she doesn't want to be around her, but Rosalie has done such a good job at stepping up and helping Bella (perhaps not for selfless reasons, but that's for her to tackle) that Esme feels that she has some breathing room to be able to step away when she needs to.
She hadn't realised how pregnancy would effect her having believed it to be beyond the scope of possibilities, but the ability to not only hear Bella's heart pumping, but also the baby's, is too much on top of what she already has to process.
Part of her can't help but acknowledge that if she'd been able to hear beating hearts pre-transformation, then her own baby wouldn't have died. It also doesn't help that her inability to reproduce (now learning that Carlisle can) is akin to tearing old wounds anew. She can't help those familiar feelings of her body being the problem.
And so whilst she loves Bella and her granddaughter very much, the entire situation brings up old baggage (and new pain) which she would rather forget and brush aside.
#;headcanon#;the heart (esme) — character study#infant loss men#tw: infant loss#cw: infant loss#infant death men#tw: infant death#cw: infant death#pregnancy men#cw: pregnancy#tw: pregnancy
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Positive Pregnancy Test with Toji Fushiguro
FEATURING Toji Fushiguro x Reader
SUMMARY You're pregnant. Simple as that. But there is one thing that isn't quite so simple about it... and it's telling your sleazy boyfriend Toji.
CONTENT WARNINGS pregnancy trope, Toji being a sleazebag, cutie fluffy funny stuff, I desperately need a nap, suggestive dialouge
AUTHORS NOTE just thought you might want to know that I bawled at all the Toji and wife art that I found when looking for the image above. ANYWHOOOO hope you enjoy! <3
SERIES MASTERLIST
The morning light spilled into the bathroom, casting a soft glow over the sink as you stood there, unmoving. Your hand trembled as you held the small stick, the two faint pink lines on the pregnancy test feeling like a punch to the gut. You blinked, then blinked again, as if doing so would somehow erase the result staring back at you.
Pregnant.
A sense of disbelief and panic crept in slowly, like the rising tide, drowning out any coherent thought. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. You set the test down, your fingers shaky, and stumbled back a step, feeling your back hit the cold tile of the wall.
“No… no way,” you whispered, running a hand through your hair, which had suddenly become a tangled mess from your constant tugging.
Your mind raced with questions you didn’t have answers to. How could this have happened? You had been careful, or at least you thought you had been. But that didn’t change the fact that you were standing here, staring at undeniable proof that something life-changing was growing inside you.
Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming weight of it all. What were you supposed to do now? Tell Toji? The very thought made your stomach flip, and it wasn’t from the nausea you’d been experiencing lately. It was pure, raw fear.
You knew Toji. He wasn’t the type of man who talked about settling down, about kids or family. He lived in the moment, fast and dangerous, and the idea of dropping the bomb that you were carrying his child? Yeah, you were definitely going to shit your pants. The thought of carrying this secret felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to jump. You had no idea if there would be solid ground below or if you were about to fall into the abyss.
You glanced back at the pregnancy test, half-tempted to take another one, just to make sure. But deep down, you knew. You had felt it for the past week—the unusual tiredness, the waves of nausea that hit you at random times, the subtle changes in your body that you had been trying to ignore.
Pregnant.
The word seemed to echo in your mind, louder and louder, until it was deafening. You sank down to the bathroom floor, curling your knees to your chest as the reality of your situation settled in. How were you supposed to tell him? And what if he… What if he didn’t want this?
Your stomach twisted at the thought. What if Toji saw this as nothing more than a burden, something that would tie him down? Or worse, what if he just didn’t care?
No. You couldn’t tell him. Not yet. Not until you had time to figure out how you felt about it. Your hands curled into fists against the cold tile, knuckles turning white as you made a decision. You’d wait. You’d keep it to yourself until you could think straight.
You had tried your best to keep it together. Every time Toji came home, you made sure to avoid doing anything that might give you away—the random bouts of nausea, the way your nerves felt like they were constantly on edge. But it was impossible to hide everything, especially when you lived with someone as sharp as Toji.
Days passed, each one feeling like a ticking time bomb. You were on high alert every second, worried he’d catch on to something. And it wasn’t just the nausea anymore. You had noticed small changes in your body too, ones you knew Toji would eventually notice if he hadn’t already.
One night, you found yourself sitting at the dinner table with Toji, your food practically untouched. The smell alone was enough to turn your stomach, and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t force it down.
"You gonna eat or just stare at your plate?" Toji’s voice broke through your thoughts.
You jolted slightly, realizing you hadn’t moved in a while. “I’m just not that hungry,” you mumbled, trying to sound casual.
Toji’s eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you, the suspicion clear on his face. "You’ve been ‘not hungry’ a lot lately." He leaned forward, his gaze sharp. "You sick or something?"
Your heart skipped a beat. You shook your head quickly. "No, I’m fine. Just stressed."
"Stressed, huh?" Toji didn’t sound convinced. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to eye you. "Bullshit. You’ve been acting weird all week."
Your pulse quickened. He was getting too close to the truth. You tried to brush it off with a laugh, but it came out shaky. "It’s nothing, really."
But you knew Toji. And he wasn’t the type to let things go so easily.
The next morning, you were curled up on the couch, trying to distract yourself with some random TV show when Toji walked in. He sat down next to you, the couch's leather creaking under his weight. His presence immediately filled the room, his broad frame and intense gaze impossible to ignore.
"You’re hiding something," he said, voice low and almost dangerous. "What the hell’s going on?"
There was no escaping now. The air in the room felt thick, and your chest tightened as panic clawed at you. You could feel the words bubbling up inside you, the secret you’d been keeping for days ready to spill out whether you were ready or not.
"I…" You hesitated, biting your lip. Toji’s gaze was unrelenting, and you knew there was no point in lying anymore. Your hands trembled slightly as you looked down at your lap, unable to meet his eyes. "I’m pregnant."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Toji just stared at you, his face completely blank, like the words hadn’t quite registered yet. For a moment, you weren’t even sure he had heard you. Then, slowly, his eyebrows shot up, and his mouth fell open.
"What?" he muttered, his voice almost a croak.
You swallowed hard, your heart racing. "I’m pregnant, Toji. I found out a few days ago."
Toji blinked rapidly, his eyes wide as he processed what you had just said. "Holy shit," he whispered under his breath, leaning back against the couch like the wind had been knocked out of him. He ran a hand through his hair, a disbelieving laugh escaping his lips. "Holy shit… You’re serious?"
You nodded, feeling the nerves return in full force. "Yeah. I didn’t know how to tell you."
Toji sat there for a moment, still in shock. Then, as if on autopilot, he leaned forward again, his expression unreadable as his eyes flicked down to your stomach and back to your face. "You sure it’s mine?"
Your eyes shot up, glaring at him. "Really, Toji?"
He grinned, that familiar smugness creeping back into his expression. "Hey, just checking," he said, holding his hands up in mock defense. "But damn… me? A dad?" He shook his head, still laughing softly. "Holy shit."
You couldn’t help but smile, despite the overwhelming weight of the situation. His reaction wasn’t what you had expected, but maybe that was a good thing. He was taking it… well, in a very Toji way.
Before you could respond, Toji’s hand snaked out, catching you by surprise as it grabbed a handful of your ass. His grin widened into something undeniably sleazy, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Guess I really did a number on you, huh?"
You squeaked, smacking his arm with a glare, but it didn’t wipe the smug look off his face. "Toji, this is serious!" you scolded, even though your cheeks were burning from both embarrassment and the ridiculousness of the situation.
"I know it’s serious." He chuckled, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. His hand lingered for a moment longer before he finally pulled it away, sitting back against the couch with a smirk. "But damn, babe. I didn’t think I had it in me."
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "You’re unbelievable."
"Unbelievable, huh?" He leaned forward again, his grin softening slightly as his hand found your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles. "Guess we’re stuck with each other now, huh, ma?"
You shot him a look, but there was no denying the warmth that bloomed in your chest at the nickname. "‘Ma?’ Seriously?" you asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as your lips quirked into a small smile.
Toji’s grin widened, clearly amused by your reaction. "What? Gotta start calling you that now, right? You’re a mom-to-be and all."
You huffed, still fighting the smile tugging at your lips. "I haven’t even had the baby yet, Toji."
"Details," he dismissed with a wave of his hand, his thumb brushing your skin. His eyes softened just a bit as he pulled you closer, voice dropping slightly. "But you're gonna be the ma of my kid. Kinda has a nice ring to it."
The playful smirk on his face never wavered, but you could tell there was a touch of sincerity in his words, the reality of the situation finally sinking in.
"Guess so," you murmured, letting yourself relax into the moment, feeling the weight of the past few days slowly begin to lift.
Toji relaxed, still looking at you with that smug, disbelieving expression. He rubbed a hand down his jaw, letting out another laugh, this one tinged with surprise. "Holy shit," he muttered again, shaking his head in disbelief. "I really knocked you up."
You couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of it all finally breaking through the tension. "Yeah, you did."
Toji chuckled, his hand moving from your thigh to your waist as he pulled you into him, his arms wrapping loosely around your back. He looked down at you, his eyes softening as he leaned in closer. "Guess I’ll have to stop living like a reckless idiot, huh?"
You snorted, leaning into him. "Maybe just a little."
He smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple, and for the first time since you’d found out, you felt the anxiety start to fade. Maybe things wouldn’t be so terrifying with him by your side. Maybe you’d be able to handle this, somehow.
But, of course, Toji had to ruin the moment.
"So…" he began, his voice dripping with mischief as he rested his chin on your shoulder, "think we should practice making another one? You know, just to be sure it’s really mine, ma."
You groaned, swatting at his chest as he laughed, pulling you into his lap with ease. "Toji!"
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Baby Bump and Tears
Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)
A/N: I cried. But I think it’s good to end things when they are at their highest peak. Thank you for your support and love for this fanfiction! <3
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, emotional, it's the last part
Enjoy! xoxo
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As I curl up on the couch beside Hugh, I feel an overwhelming sense of peace and joy that’s almost too much to hold. Our world has shifted, filled with love, excitement, and anticipation.
This baby… our baby.
Just thinking it makes my heart swell. I reach down, almost reflexively, to rest my hand on my belly, feeling a little thrill. It’s so small now, barely even there, but it’s ours. I glance up at Hugh, who’s watching me with that warm, gentle look, as if there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than right here, right now.
His hand comes to rest on my knee, warm and steady, and I let out a soft breath, leaning into him, my head against his shoulder. He presses a kiss to my temple, the gentle touch calming and grounding. “You ready?” he asks, his voice soft, almost reverent.
There’s a sparkle in his eyes, and it fills me with so much love I feel like I might burst!
I nod, my throat suddenly tight with emotion as I press play on the first video.
The screen lights up with the familiar sight of Chris’s living room, filled with laughter and warmth. Just seeing my best friend's face instantly makes me smile.
We’ve been close for years, a bond that feels like family, like having an older brother who’s always been there, looking out for me. Sharing this news with him had been something I’d dreamed of, and now, watching it all over again, it feels even more special. I sometimes find it strange that we had a fling together many years ago, but I'm incredibly thankful that it didn't ruin our friendship.
On the screen, Chris and his siblings, Scott, Shana and Carly, are packed onto the couch. The energy is buzzing, with Hugh holding up the phone, trying to wrangle everyone into a “photo.” I can feel the anticipation from that day all over again, the little tremor of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside me. I remember exchanging a glance with Hugh, both of us barely holding back laughter. It felt like we were sharing a precious secret, and we couldn’t wait to let everyone in on it.
“Alright, everyone, say cheese!” my voice comes through the phone, high-pitched and almost breathless with excitement.
Chris leans in close, throwing an arm around me, and his siblings follow suit, all grinning, not knowing what’s about to happen.
“Cheeeeeese!” he says, hamming it up with a goofy grin, and I remember feeling a surge of love and gratitude for him.
For all of them.
And then, just as everyone settles into the “photo”, Hugh blurts it out, his voice full of pride and excitement:
“Y/n’s pregnant!”
The room falls silent for a heartbeat, and then���chaos.
Chris’s face goes blank with shock, his eyes widening as he processes the words, and then, as if a light switches on, his expression shifts to pure joy. He lets out this loud, ecstatic laugh, one that I can feel deep in my bones, and he practically tackles me in a bear hug, squeezing so tight I can barely breathe.
“Oh my god, are you kidding me?!” he exclaims, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his own shining with disbelief and excitement. “Seriously? This- this is incredible!” He grips my shoulders, his voice softening as he looks at me, his face full of something so pure and real it nearly brings me to tears. “You’re gonna be an amazing mom! I just know it!”
I nod, laughing and crying all at once, the happiness so big it feels like it’s radiating out of me.
“Yes, Chris! It’s real!” I say, my voice catching on the last word, and he wraps me in another hug, his arms around me like a promise that he’ll always be there, always a part of this family.
The rest of his siblings are cheering, reaching out to hug both me and Hugh, their joy spilling over, and I feel surrounded by love, a warmth that makes me feel so incredibly lucky. I catch Hugh’s eye over the happy chaos, and he’s watching me with this quiet awe, his face soft as he sees me embraced by my friends.
As the clip ends, I wipe a tear from my cheek, unable to stop smiling. I turn to Hugh, my voice barely a whisper, full of all the love and gratitude I feel.
“He's the best. He loves us, Hugh. Loves this baby already. I can’t believe we have friends who care this much..”
Hugh’s arm tightens around me, and he brushes his lips over my temple, his own eyes glistening. “You’re right. We’re so lucky to have him… all of them. And I’m so lucky to have you.” His voice drops, filled with a soft intensity that makes my heart race.
“I love you. You’re my everything, and this—us, this family—it’s my whole world.”
I look up at him, our faces close, and he kisses me, slow and deep, his hand resting on my cheek. In that moment, it’s like the whole world fades away, and there’s only us, together, ready to step into this new chapter.
When we pull back, I swipe to the next clip. I can feel my heart starting to pound again, this time with an almost nervous excitement, as I see the screen light up with the faces of Hugh’s family. His mom is sitting beside him on her cozy couch, with Oscar and Ava snuggled up next to me, their expressions already bright with anticipation. Just seeing their faces on the screen makes me feel this deep, comforting warmth.
They’ve embraced me from the start, made me feel like I truly belong, and sharing this news with them had felt like a sacred moment.
In the video, Hugh lifts the phone, settling us all into the frame. I remember holding his hand, feeling its warmth, and taking a deep breath, steadying myself.
“Okay, everyone, say cheese!” he says, grinning as he raises the camera.
“Cheeeese!” everyone says, laughing, leaning in closer to one another. I glance at Hugh, feeling that bubbling excitement again, and he gives me a small nod, encouraging me to go ahead.
“I'm pregnant!” I say, my voice carrying just enough that everyone hears, and then I hold my breath, watching their faces.
Hugh’s mom’s reaction is instant.
Her hand flies to her mouth, her eyes widening with surprise, and then they fill with tears as she lets out a soft, happy laugh. “Oh, darling!” she says, her voice trembling with joy as she reaches over to embrace me. “Sweetheart, that’s… that’s wonderful!” Her voice is filled with so much warmth and love that I feel myself tearing up all over again, and I hug her tightly, feeling truly, deeply welcomed.
Oscar is smiling, trying to keep his composure, but I can see the pride in his eyes as he looks at Hugh. He reaches out to hug him tightly. “Congrats, Dad! I’m really happy for you too!” he says with a steady voice which is filled with unspoken love.
And then Ava practically launches herself into my arms, her face shining with excitement. “I’m gonna be a big sister!” she squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me so tight I feel her heart pounding against mine.
“Yes, you are, Ava!” I laugh, hugging her back just as tightly, feeling this overwhelming sense of love and connection. This is our family, and they’re already embracing this baby as one of their own.
I blink back the tears that are gathering in my eyes in the present, wiping them away again as Hugh reaches out to hold my hand. “They were so happy..” I murmur, my voice trembling with emotion. “They really, truly love us..”
He squeezes my hand, his voice soft but steady as he says, “Of course they do, baby. You’re their family. And this baby will be so loved.” He pauses, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing it gently.
“Just like you.”
The last clip is the one I’ve been holding onto, the one that feels the most personal, the most precious. It’s the video of my mom and my stepdad, Brian, whom I’ve always called “Dad”. He’s been there for me through everything, a constant, steady presence. I knew this news would mean everything to him, and to my mom, but there was something about calling him “Granddad” that felt so special and so right.
I tap play, and there we are, gathered around their kitchen table, just as we’d done so many times.
The comforting smell of my mom’s cooking, the warmth of their home, it all floods back to me. Hugh and I had been sitting across from them, exchanging little glances, both of us barely holding back our excitement.
“Alright, let’s get a picture together!” I say, lifting the camera as if it’s just another ordinary family snapshot.
They lean in, smiling, unsuspecting, and I feel my heart pound as I look at them, so full of love and warmth. Finally, I say it, my voice soft but clear: “We’re having a baby.”
For a second, they’re silent.
My mom’s hand goes to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears as she looks from me to Hugh, and then she lets out a small, joyful laugh, her face lighting up. “Oh, my baby… this is… this is everything!” She leans forward, pulling me into her arms, her voice trembling as she whispers, “I’m so happy for you!”
I sink into my mom’s embrace, feeling her arms around me, warm and steady, like they’ve always been.
She holds me tight, not letting go, and I can hear the emotion in her breathing, the little tremble that says more than words could ever say. She finally pulls back to look at me, her hands cupping my face, her eyes shining with the same love she’s given me all my life.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispers, her voice so full of pride and tenderness that it makes my chest ache. “You’re going to be an incredible mother. I knew it the first day you held your baby cousin! You have so much love to give. And Hugh…” She glances at him, her smile soft and full of approval. “Thank you. I see how you look at her—you’ve always looked at her like she’s the most important thing in the world.”
Hugh reaches over, taking my mom’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, his own eyes misty.
“Thank you, Barb, really. I don’t even have words..” he says quietly. “I promise I’ll love her and this baby with everything I have.”
And then, Brian just stares at me, his face unreadable at first, and then, like the emotions are too big to contain, he lets out a breathy laugh and reaches for me, pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead.
“Oh, my little girl..” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. I can feel him trembling slightly, a side of him I rarely see. “I can’t believe it… I couldn’t be prouder, sweetheart. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and now you’re bringing another beautiful soul into this world.” He leans back, blinking a few times as he fights back tears. I let out a shaky laugh and look at him lovingly. “You're gonna be a grandpa and you will be just as good as you are as a father.”
His tears broke like a dam and he began to chuckle. Brian pulled my mom and Hugh into our arms.
I see my dad looking over at Hugh with a warmth that’s unmistakable. “Thank you, Hugh. You are a good man.”
In the present, watching this clip play out, I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face again. I feel Hugh’s arm wrap around me even tighter, holding me close as I quietly wipe my cheeks, laughing softly at my own emotions.
“He’s… he’s been my dad my whole life, and seeing him like that, it just makes everything feel so real. They’re all going to be such incredible grandparents!”
Hugh’s hand moves to cradle my cheek, turning me gently so I’m looking right at him. “You’re everything to them, y/n. And to me. They’re so proud of you… and I’m proud of you too. I can’t wait to see you as a mother. I know you’re gonna be amazing.”
I can barely speak, my heart so full that words feel inadequate. I reach up to touch his face, my fingers grazing his beard as I take in every detail, the warmth in his eyes, the gentle curve of his lips, the depth of love there that’s just for me.
“I’m so happy and thankful you’re by my side, Hugh. I don’t think I could do this with anyone else.”
We both lean in, and our lips meet in a slow, tender kiss, one that says all the things we don’t need to say out loud—the love, the promises, the future we’re building together. As we pull back, he rests his forehead against mine, a soft smile on his face.
“You, me, Oscar, Ava and this little one.” he murmurs, resting a hand gently on my stomach. “Our family. I’m so ready for this.”
I take a deep, shuddering breath, letting myself savor this feeling. It’s overwhelming but beautiful, and I know that as long as I have Hugh, our family and friends by our side, everything will be okay. It’s all more than I could have ever dreamed of.
Finally, I close the video app, locking my phone and setting it aside, then turn to Hugh again, feeling like I’m holding my whole heart in my hands as I look at him.
“We’re so blessed..” I whisper, the words spilling out in a soft, heartfelt murmur. “I don’t know how we got so lucky, but I’m so, so grateful.”
He pulls me into his arms, holding me as if he’ll never let go.
Our life, our love, this baby—it’s all a gift, one I’ll cherish with everything I have.
In this moment, I know that our future is going to be beautiful. And I’m ready for every single step.
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Later that evening, with Hugh’s arms still wrapped around me, I glance at my phone and the idea hits me. The clips—each precious moment of joy, shock, and laughter from our family and friends. I can already imagine how special it would be to share this journey with everyone who has supported us. “What if we… posted it?” I ask, looking up at Hugh with a little smile.
He chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “You think the world’s ready for it?”
“Only one way to find out!” I say, excitement bubbling in my chest.
“We’ll show them how fun this journey has been from the very beginning. Plus, you know they’d find out anyway.”
With a grin, I start piecing together the clips, feeling a wave of happiness wash over me with each reaction we captured. Chris’s delighted laughter, Hugh’s mom’s joyful tears, and my own parent’s emotional embrace—they all blend into a beautiful, joyful montage that feels like a celebration of everything we’re about to embark on. I add some soft music and finish it with a little clip of me and Hugh laughing in our living room, the camera turning to show his hand resting protectively on my belly. I feel a soft, fluttery nervousness in my chest as I write the caption:
>>y/n instagram: When you’ve got the best family and friends to help you share the biggest news of your life… Baby Jackman is already so loved💕 Get ready, world—this little one’s going to have the coolest, funniest aunts, uncles, and grandparents around!😎❤️<<
Hugh chuckles as I hit post, and almost instantly, the notifications start flooding in. Friends, fans, and family—everyone’s reaction lights up my screen, and each new comment makes me smile even wider.
Right at the top of the comments, I spot Ryan's unmistakable reply:
>>vancityreynolds: Finally, someone to keep Hugh in line. Congrats on creating a future little Wolverine… or at least a very hairy child.<<
Hugh bursts into laughter beside me, shaking his head. “Of course he’d say that!”
I scroll down, spotting even more replies:
>>chrisevans: Counting down the days until I’m officially the cool uncle. So, so happy for you both!!!❤️<<
>>zendaya: I can already tell this kid’s going to have the best sense of humor. Congrats, you two!😍<<
>>therock: Hugh, let me know when the little one’s ready for some ‘Baby’s First Workout’ tip🤪 Much love to you both!❤️<<
>>blakelively: Congrats babes! Let me know if you need tips on handling an overexcited Ryan😂❤️<<
Fan comments start rolling in too, filling up with heart emojis, funny congratulations, and even more excitement about “Baby Jackman.”
And as the comments keep pouring in, I can’t stop smiling. Here we are, surrounded by love, joy, and humor from the people closest to us—and even from a few who like to tease us along the way.
This is everything I could have dreamed of and more..
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The End.
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With such a big belly, there are not many ways left for me to entertain myself beyond the sofa and the television.
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