#pregnancy surprise

[auspicioustidings]

Wrong place wrong time. But that's the risk being a working girl who sells her body to bad men. Just your fucking luck that the night you're working the poker game the bloody King's army comes crashing in and starts shooting.

You take a bullet grazed over your arm, but by some miracle after a loud string of curses the man leading the invasion chucks you behind him (nearly rips your bloody arm off in the process).

Should thank him you suppose when all is said and done, the other whores in this room didn't make it out alive. But one of his men bloody shot you and you are in shock from the sheer amount of blood and violence you've just witnessed.

Speaking of witnessing, you're brought to their base for the time being while they patch you up and figure out what to do with you. The one in the mask wants to kill you, that much is plain. You don't take it personally because the way he suggests it is clearly just pragmatism. The two younger ones argue that you're an innocent (you think they're doing mental gymnastics to apply the word innocent to you) and the Captain just listens. He makes the decision in the end to keep you on base for the time being, just until they can close out the last of the people needing hunted down.

Fuck it is so boring. But it's also sort of cute how these men dance around the fact that you're a prostitute. You reckon Ghost isn't too bothered, but the other three stare at you like you're some exotic creature. Soap especially winds up following you around like a puppy and you wonder if he's working up the courage to ask about it.

"He wants to learn to eat pussy" Ghost tells you at breakfast right in front of the rest of the team.

Soap flames bright red as he goes on to say that he can choke on dick just fine, but there are a lack of women for him to practice on for pussy eating. And hey he's cute, you're stuck here anyway, and this is your job.

Soap does indeed learn to eat pussy. Gaz learns how to make a woman squirt. Price learns how to take a pegging. And Ghost? You teach that boy some fucking manners.

[spacebubblehomebase]

Helllo i Love your art more than i love donuts and thats ALLOT.but my boy lucifer can have babys,like i dont even know how that works!make it make sense! I just wanna say thank you again for curing are boredom👍🏻

You are SO right that is high praise indeed! I'm honored! =D So here. Have a donut! 🍩🍩🍩 As for Luci, let us turn to the world's favorite 700k+ words old man fanfiction that is The Bible (tm) as according to their lore, it's been canonically stated that angels are genderless for they are beings made of the Pure Holy Spirit and- Holy SHIT! What do you know??? Our dear depressed duck dad was an angel himself and in some depictions Lilith is infertile as was her punishment for her freedom! The more you know! -Bubbly💙

(LMAO. My guy's been traumatized. Once is enough XD)

[girlafraidboyafraid]

What to expect when you're expecting

||Logan Howlett x GN!Reader||

"Expecting...?"

Logan called you over to his apartment in a panic, sounding distraught like never before. Of course, you rushed over--most likely breaking some traffic laws--and hurriedly knocked on his door. He opened it and in his hands he clutched something. He moved aside to let you in.

You rushed in and noticed his strange demeanor. "Is everything okay, Wolvey?" He squeezed his eyes shut.

"Not now, Y/N. This is serious. Take a seat." He said, nodding in the direction of the couch. You obeyed his orders and sat down, preparing for the worst.

But nothing could prepare for what your boyfriend was about to say.

"I'm......expecting." He sounded serious but you couldn't help but laugh.

"That sounded better in my head." He muttered. "This isn't a joke, Y/N." Now that wiped the smile off your face.

You looked at him, confused.

"Expecting...?" He grimly nodded and showed you the pregnancy test. There it was.

Positive.

[holmsister]

I'm fully sold on this now King Laios should be the one getting pregnant with whatever means. Proactively solving the heir legitimacy problem with his usual outside-of-the-box thinking. Well something happened inside the box this time but you know what I mean. Possibly. That's one of the ways this could work but Laios is creative even if u hc him as cis amab let him cook a little hell come up with something

He doesn't realise he's pregnant until like month 5 everyone just thinks he's eating too much including him. Then one time Chilchuck jokingly asks if he's pregnant and Laios laughs but also then gets this distant look in his eyes and everyone falls into silence and increasing terror until he's like marci can you come here a moment I need to check something

He's really happy and glowing and adores having the excuse to eat for two. and anybody who dares comment negatively is immediately stabbed/exploded/dragonmurdered so everyone is really happy as well. The citizens are like. You know he's always been a weird guy this might as well happen. After a bit this even becomes a point of pride like OUR KING IS STRONG ENOUGH FOR A KING *AND* A QUEEN ALL HAIL KING LAIOS

He delivers one of those giant babies that weight 5kgs and breastfeeds on requestes until they're like 2 years old including during meetings and court audiences. It also becomes quickly impossible to pretend the dad isn't Kabru because no-one else in the King's immediate vicinity is brown but like. What can ya do. The role of a prince consort is very similar to that of a regent/prime minister maybe if you squint? So kabru's promoted without much fuss. And since they're already there they start working on heir number 2 as soon as laios feels up to it

[sinningtamer]

do you have any unposted empires stuff… 🥺🤲

i was so ready to be like nah BUT I FOUND SOMETHING ACTUALLY!! so here’s a doodle i did of a pregnant s2 scott for a twitter mutual like two years ago

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Baby Fever [Emily x Reader]

Photo Credits Left and Right (@meditando-en-paris) Center (@emily12o1970)

Prompt: The reader asks Emily if she wants to have a baby together. While this is a surprise, Emily has a little question of her own for the reader.

Pairing: [established relationship] Emily x Non-BAU!reader. The Reader uses she/her pronouns 

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 6.8K

Content Warnings: Slight angst, talk of getting pregnant, food and alcohol are mentioned, implied intimacy, discussion of politics. If I missed any, please let me know.  

A/N: Hi all! I’m so sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted any fics in a while. The end of the semester has been wildly busy. However, I return with an Emily fic for @imagining-in-the-margins March and April writing challenge. I made my own prompt that is, a member of the couple isn’t sure they’ll make a good parent; they are reassured by a friend that they will be perfect. This is a continuation of my Moschino and Muddy Water series. You can find parts one, two, three, and four here (linked) You can read this as a stand-alone as well, you just need to know the reader works for a senator. This story kind of humbled me and challenged me as it took a long time to write and I needed to do lots of edits on it. But that is a good reminder for me. Writing can be hard, but it is worth the result to see you can come what you can come up with. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Love Levi - ❤️

List with all stories 

y/n = your name 

y/s/t = your skin tone 

_y/f/s_ = your favorite scent

Emily walked into the living room of her apartment. y/n and she had recently repainted it a neutral beige that Derek had described as “sad sand” at brunch with Penelope, Spencer, JJ, and Will last month. y/n had nearly choked on her drink as he made the remark. It had been y/n’s idea to repaint their space to a more relaxing color. When y/n had suggested it, Emily had said, “Oh, what brought this on lover? Wasn’t it you last week who mentioned the security deposit on this place?” Em liked teasing y/n about these things because y/n was always a little more impulsive about things. Their dynamic remained light despite the hectic nature of their jobs. The ability to relax and joke in their off time kept both y/n and Prentiss sane. However, they were good at reading each other, most of the time. When things felt heavy or the job was pushing them to the edge of a breakdown, the jokes and teasing went out the window. 

Only once had y/n made a joke in poor taste about a case that Emily had not yet fully described, and the tall brunette had snapped. y/n had looked at her girlfriend with shock. Prentiss never spoke to her in this tone nor with the angry expression she had on her face. The silence in the room after Emily's outburst was deafening. Emily instantly felt guilty for how she had reacted. Prentiss cleared her throat and tried to apologize, but y/n said, “Save it. I need a minute.” y/n had moved back to their room and closed the door, and burst into tears. ‘A minute’ turned out to be a long sleepless night for the couple. y/n tossed and turned and wondered if she was overreacting and what she had missed about Emily when she came in with her go-bag. She had seemed fine to y/n as she came in with a smile and normal attitude. Meanwhile on the couch, Emily wondered why she had reacted with such venom. y/n was only trying to lighten the mood, and she hadn’t said how horrible she felt. If she had, Emily knew y/n would hug her and kiss her and make her feel better inside of cracking a joke. Prentiss sat up and looked out the open window onto to the street as a few cars drove by. Emily wondered what brought those driving out so late. Who were they and where they were going? She wondered if they were happy. She slumped back into the couch cushions and missed the warmth of y/n’s snuggled up in front of her and the cool feel of their sheets over them. 

In the morning, both Em and y/n had gotten up at the same time. Prentiss moved into their room which she found unlocked. y/n looked up at her. Em could see that she had been crying and the lack of sleep on y/n’s face. Before Prentiss could say anything, y/n stated, “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m sorry for how I acted. Immature and like a child. You didn’t deserve that.” Emily dropped her head and replied, “I’m sorry too. It was wrong of me to shout at you like that. You were just trying to make me happy.” y/n swallowed and said, “I was, but I must have been missing something. Would you tell me about the case, or what caused you to act like that?” 

Prentiss nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed taking y/n’s hand in hers. “Yes. Let me explain. Thank you for giving me the time and care to listen.” After a long conversation, the pair set up some boundaries about not keeping things inside after cases for Emily and taking time to check in after she got home for y/n. y/n knew Emily had been acting okay, but in reality, she wasn't. y/n noted that if she was in Emily’s shoes, she might want to laugh after work and a case and y/n thought Emily might feel the same way. So after they had talked and kissed and made up, they both felt a bit crusty and decided to take a shower together. 

It felt wonderful as Emily’s strong hands moved down her y/s/t’ed shoulders and back. The soap suds moved down y/n’s back and Prentiss rubbed them over her lush behind and thighs. y/n sighed into the touch. When Emily had finished rinsing y/n off, y/n turned and had Em face the water. y/n placed a dollop of her shampoo that smelled of rose and juniper berry in her palm. Prentiss smiled as y/n’s fingers brushed through her silky dark strands of hair massaging her scalp and then making sure that all of her locks were coated in shampoo before turning Em to rinse off her shoulder-length hair. After a few more minutes the water started running tepid, and y/n and Emily got out and dried off. They spent the rest of the Saturday morning lounging around and getting coffee from the fancy place two blocks over. It felt lovely to be back and not have an argument hanging over them. As y/n opened the door for Prentiss, she thought about how they worked together. They had their moments and arguments like any couple, but all in all, they were steady. It seemed that steady was something new to both of them, and it made them happy and secure in one another. It had made y/n so happy and secure that it had got her thinking about roots, about the future. 

A few weeks later, y/n woke up early and realized that Emily was up. She snapped her laptop shut. The sound had Em turn around and look at y/n with just a hint of concern in her dark eyes. y/n smiled and got out of her seat saying, “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” Emily’s face broke into a soft smile and she replied, “I slept well. I love it when you’re the big spoon. It makes me sleep like a baby.” y/n got up and wrapped Em in a hug and whispered in her ear, “Well, I’ll have to do that more often then.” y/n inhaled her smell and tried to hide the blush on her face before pulling back and saying, “Do you want some breakfast and coffee? Or maybe a mimosa. I feel like cooking something if you want.” Prentiss nodded and said, “I think I could go for some blueberry or chocolate chip waffles if you’re down to make them.” y/n nodded and replied, “Of course. What are we feeling for drinks?” Em let out a small laugh and said, “Well, how about I make us lattes and you pop open some prosecco? We’ve still got juice in the fridge too. I’ll get the glasses.” y/n nodded knowing that Emily didn’t like popping corks --  a quirk that y/n thought was so cute. Em turned away to get the fluted glasses for the mimosas and while her back was turned she considered how y/n had been acting the last few days. It was like she was holding some secret. When y/n’s computer was in front of her, y/n always seemed to close it quickly or move it so she couldn’t see the screen. It wasn’t only that. Sometimes she was on the phone and talking quietly to someone she didn’t know. The pit in Emily’s stomach grew. And yet when she looked back at y/n who was humming her new favorite song while pulling eggs out from the middle row of the fridge. 

This was so unlike y/n to hide things from her. When it had first happened, Emily thought that maybe y/n was cheating but that wasn’t something that y/n would do unless she had really misread her girlfriend and their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. This bothered Prentiss because she was planning on asking y/n to marry her in a month on their second anniversary. Even if things weren’t good with them, which y/n’s behavior indicated otherwise, Prentiss was uncomfortable with y/n hiding things from her. Em had a good way of feeling out people, and y/n had seemed more excited to be with her recently, so all of the messages both verbal and nonverbal were throwing her for a loop. Prentiss was going to talk to JJ and Penelope about it on Monday to see if they had any insight into what was going on. At this point, y/n and the rest of the girls on the BAU were thick as blood. Em took a breath and decided to not let her self-doubt ruin their relationship. She had let that happen before, and even though it had turned out to be a good thing, Emily didn’t want to do that here. She loved y/n, and she knew y/n loved her. If y/n needed to tell her something, Emily knew she would, even if it was something difficult to hear. Prentiss fixed her face and took a breath before setting the glasses on the counter for y/n who leaned in and gave her a kiss before she moved to the coffee maker. 

y/n started mixing up the waffle batter. y/n didn’t like keeping things from Emily, but this was such a big subject to even bring up, and she wanted to have all of the facts beforehand. Not so that she could try and argue her point with Emily, but so she was sure it was what she wanted. But the more y/n looked at their options of getting pregnant, the firmer y/n was about her desire to start a family with Em. It was a conversation they had had before. A shared desire to have kids and raise them in a house full of love and tenderness that neither y/n nor Emily had had as children growing up on opposite sides of the globe. So the topic of wanting kids wouldn’t be a shock, just how quickly y/n was bringing it up. And if Emily said she needed more time, y/n would wait, but she couldn’t deny that her baby fever was growing thanks to JJ’s pregnancy and some recent laws passing. The whole idea made y/n’s stomach flutter in both delight and worry. Thankfully y/n was almost ready to tell Em, and again there would be no secrets to hold, just a future to plan, whatever that looked like for them. 

         The following Monday at work, Emily found Penelope in her office with its room full of screens and trinkets. Prentiss smiled at how Garcia’s personality shone through wherever she was. Em found the tech whizz inspirational in that way and many others. Garcia was busy typing something on her laptop and Emily had called her name twice already. Without any other options apart from pulling the plug on one of Penelope's babies, Emily tapped her on the shoulder instead. The genius shot out of her seat and Prentiss was eternally grateful that Gacria wasn’t holding one of her large cups of soda. “My God Emily, are you trying to get me out of my skin?” Penelope retorted when she had caught her breath. Em smiled and said, “It was that, or pull the plug on your computer. I thought you’d appreciate the latter. I did call your name twice.” Garcia let out a shaky laugh and said, “Okay, well lord, I have to stop listening to music so loud when I’m at work. Hotch got mad at me for it once already and somehow he’s always right because I don’t want to be scared like that again. So what brings you to my cave today dear? Need me to cast a love spell on you?” Prentiss laughed and replied, “Well I’m okay on that front. A clarification spell might be more in order. Are you back on the RPG game again?” Garcia blushed and said, “Maybe, maybe not. Anyhow, does the team need my presence?” Em nodded her head no, sat down on the ledge of Penelope's table, and said, “Not right now. I was just wondering if y/n had talked to you recently. She’s been acting kind of strange in the last three weeks and I just wanted to know if she has something planned?” 

Penelope was buzzing in her seat because she had an answer but had promised y/n that she wouldn’t say anything to Emily about it. y/n had discreetly asked around the office if anyone knew someone who had IVF treatments before and would be willing to talk candidly about the process, how much it cost, and the pros and cons of the procedure. The only other person who did know someone who had gone through In Vitro Fertilization was Rossi, but Dave didn’t think that person would want to discuss such an intimate part of their lives with a stranger, even if it was a friend of his. However, Penelope had a good friend named Shayla back from her college days who was now a happy single mom and had moved to the Virginia area last year for a new job with her little boy. y/n had met Shayla once before, and when Garcia brought her up as a possibility, y/n almost begged her to ask Shayla if she was comfortable talking about the long process. When Pen brought it up in their next catch-up call, Shayla happily agreed to share her knowledge. She had done plenty of research before deciding to move forward with having a child on her own, understood the great sacrifice and fears that could come with it, and was happy to give any helpful information she had. Of course, this conversation had prompted Penelope to ask y/n why she was asking and y/n had revealed that she was thinking of asking Emily to have a baby with her. Garcia had freaked out, jumping up and down in excitement. y/n had to stop her from running out of the room and shouting at anyone that her friend was getting pregnant. Once the blonde analyst had settled down, y/n took a breath and said, “Now Penelope. I know you’re excited but I’m just in the research stage which sounds calculated when I put it like that, I haven’t told Emily about this yet and I need to be sure I feel confident before I spring this on her. Could you please please, please not tell her?” Garcia nodded seriously and said, “My lips are sealed. I pinky promise.” y/n let out a sigh of relief. 

But as Garcia was faced with Emily now, it wasn’t as easy as telling y/n her secret was safe. It was threatening to burst out of her seams and she needed to come up with an excuse fast or risk losing a dear friend in y/n. Penelope cleared her throat and said, “Hey, Em. I kinda stayed up all night playing that game and well as you can see I’m running numbers for Stan’s team….” She gave her best pleading eyes that seemed to work on everyone. Prentiss let out a soft laugh and replied, “Alright, What flavor do you want grape, Cola, or orange?” Pen smiled brightly and said, “Orange, please. You are a lifesaver!” Emily patted her on the top of her blond head and said, “Well just hope Hotch or JJ doesn’t call a new case while I’m gone. You should get someone to install controls or something on your system at home to stop you from staying up twenty-four-seven.” Garica scoffed, looked at Emily’s retreating form, and said, “Baby, if anyone could crack into my harddrive, I’d let them.” As Emily moved out of the office and toward the 7-11 to get Penelope’s soda, she felt relieved. Not that she fully believed nothing was happening with y/n, but if the team hadn’t noticed anything, then, it made her feel better. Once Emily was out of sight, Penelope whipped out her phone and texted y/n: “Emily is asking questions, baby girl. I’d start thinking about asking her soon or she might find out what you’re doing.” 

The week moved by quickly with lots of paperwork for Emily and the start of a new campaign cycle for y/n who moaned about it as much as possible without being annoying to Em. It didn’t help that the senator y/n worked with had gotten themselves into another scandal that was rocking their office and party. When y/n was going on a rant about corruption on Friday night Emily hugged her from behind, kissed her temple, and said, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I know it’s annoying, but you're good at your job even if it’s a bad system. But that doesn’t make you bad.” y/n relaxed into Prentiss’s embrace. y/n let out a sigh and said, “I’m sorry for going off. I know it’s annoying.” Emily nuzzled her face into y/n’s neck to relax her further as she whispered, “Don’t apologize y/n. Work can be agonizing sometimes, I know that as much as anyone. If it bothers me I'll tell you. Now, how about we do something fun tomorrow? We could get brunch at that place we like in midtown. You know the place where you asked me out officially?” y/n’s face broke out into a smile and she said, “I’d love that Em. Sorry if I’ve been a little distant right now. I’ve been thinking about some things and I want to share them with you in the morning. It’s nothing bad or anything, but something I just want to discuss with you. You’re everything to me love, and I’m so happy we’re together.” Prentiss’s heart fluttered knowing that y/n was finally going to tell her what was going on. Her words were reassuring, that it ‘wasn't’ bad’ or ‘anything bad about her,’ but even so, her nerves sang inside as they both headed to bed. 

In the morning, y/n woke up slightly early for a Saturday and got into a hot shower. She washed her body in _y/f/s_ed body wash. She then moved to her hair and shampooed and conditioned it. Lastly y/n shaved so her legs were smooth. When she stepped out of the shower, Emily was up. y/n walked into their room in a towel, and Em looked up from the bed, Her brown eyes got wider and she said, “Well, good morning, love?” y/n smiled and said, “Morning sweetheart.” y/n dropped her towel, and lazily crawled on the bed. Emily followed her with her eyes and her tongue slipped out of her mouth and wetted her lower lip subconsciously. y/n grinned and moved over Emily’s body and kissed her gently at first and then with more passion. Em snaked her hands around y/n’s hips. Once y/n’s tongue was slipped into Emily’s mouth, her fingers moved to y/n’s hair and tugged it gently at the root. After y/n and Prentiss were desperate for air, y/n pulled away and moved onto her knees before saying, “Maybe we should get dressed or we’ll miss brunch sweetheart.” Emily whined and said, “Do we have to?” y/n laughed and replied, “I think so. I’m in need of a good mimosa and waffle. Plus, we can get right back to this when we get back if we want.” Emily sat up and brushed her thumb over y/n’s jaw before saying, “Alright love. Give me a few minutes to get ready and we can go. It’s good if we go sooner though because you know how crazy that place gets after 11:00.” y/n nodded in agreement as she moved to the closet to pick out a spring dress and some matching jewelry while Emily used the bathroom and vanity to get ready. Emily chose a pink jumpsuit that fit her curves perfectly and was strapless showing off her lovely shoulders and neck. 

y/n and Emily got to the restaurant before the big rush and were seated outside at a quiet corner table surrounded by a fence and hedge that gave the space a cool and calm feeling away from the bustle inside and the rush of cars outside. A waiter came and got their drink orders and while he was there, Emily and y/n also ordered pain au chocolat. Emily got a glass of white wine and y/n got a pomegranate mimosa, and they both got coffee. The lean man noted what they wanted and moved away. The wait time at this spot was longer giving people time to relax and talk. y/n looked at Emily wondering if she should start the conversation. Emily returned y/n’s smile, her face looking radiant in the glow of the midmorning sun. Prentiss shifted in her seat and said, “You’ve been looking so happy the last few days. Whatever it is you have to tell me I just want to say I’m so happy to see you like this. I wish every day could be like this. That there wasn’t the stress or worry of our jobs looming over us. But you make me feel safe and seen every day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

Once Emily said the words aloud, the idea in her head sprang so full and bright that she felt like she might be bowled over by a small breeze. The idea had been there for a few months but she hadn’t planned it. Certainly hadn’t even dreamed of it being like this, but it felt so right. When she looked over at y/n who was clearly saying something, Emily thought for a brief moment that she might be looking at the sun, blinding it it’s light and radiance. Prentiss cleared her throat and mind and finally heard y/n repeat, “Are you alright darling? You were in your own world there for a second.” Emily nodded now knowing what she was going to do and said, “Yeah I’m good. I just had an idea. So I suppose I have something to tell you too. But you go first. What was it you were wanting to tell me today that you’ve been so secretive about?” y/n blushed and felt better now that they both were going to say something, though she had no idea what Emily had up her sleeve. y/n replied, “Well why don’t you go first.” Prentiss shot back teasingly, “No you first.” They repeated this one more time before they both blurted out at the same time: 

“I want to have a baby with you.” 

“I want to marry you.” 

When Emily and y/n both registered what the other had said they were stunned into silence. y/n felt her chest tighten with emotions that threatened to bubble over. She composed herself first and asked in awe, “Emily Prentiss, are you proposing to me right now?” Emily took a shallow breath in at what y/n had said about wanting a baby and y/n’s question and, she said, “I am, sweetheart. It just felt right right now. I don’t want to spend another day without you being mine in the most real way possible. Time just goes by so fast and as soon as we know it we’ll both be grey and have bad knees. We’re both gone so often from each other so I’d like you to be mine if you’re willing to be. y/n, will you marry me?” Emily got out of her chair and onto one knee. Again she was glad they were in a quieter part of the restaurant. y/n nodded her head yes and fell to her knees next to Em embracing her in a hug and saying, “Yes, Oh of course I will. I love you so much, I want my whole life with you.” They both stayed there for a moment on the brick floor before Emily raised her head from y/n’s shoulder wiping her own eyes of the salty liquid at her corneas before pulling back and helping y/n to her feet. They hugged properly with a tight embrace that said they would never be apart for longer than they had to be, and even when they were apart, they would still be together. Em pulled back and said, “I’m sorry I don’t have a ring for you, but it just felt right to ask you now. I promise I’ll get you one that’s just perfect.” y/n smiled and said, “I know whatever you pick out will be perfect love.” She leaned in and planted her mouth on Emily’s and they both let go of each other with a feeling of lightness and ecstasy that neither had expected this morning in bed. Just as they both sat down, the waiter returned with their pastries and drinks on a tray. He set all the plates and glasses down and said he’d be back in a bit to see if they needed anything else. 

Once he had gone, y/n and Emily raised their glasses to their engagement and y/n said, “To the best fiance I could ever ask for!” As they clinked glasses Em added, “And to my favorite person in the whole world.” They both took sips of their drinks and what y/n had said resurfaced to the front of Prentiss’s mind after the euphoria of y/n saying yes to her proposal dimmed slightly. Em leaned forward and asked, “y/n you want to have a baby?” y/n flushed and nodded sheepishly. Suddenly talking to Emily about this made her feel nervous. With a steadying breath y/n replied, “Not just a baby Em. I want to have your baby. I’ve been researching reciprocal IVF. Looking up what the procedure is like for both parties, how expensive it is, and where there are clinics nearby that we could visit and consult with. I even went as far as talking to some people who’ve done it before to see how their experience was for them. That’s what I’ve been researching for the last few weeks. And I know this sounds so fast. Like I’m rushing. I don’t mean to pressure you into making a choice now or next week or month or even year. I just want you to know that I’d love to build a life with you. A life that might include children in the future if that’s something you're interested in. I just wanted to have all the facts I could about what that would possibly be like before springing something this big on you” Emily absorbed the information and took a sip of her drink. She said with a smile, “Look at you doing your research. Not that you don’t research, but I think we’re rubbing off on each other. You’re making me more comfortable in making big moves like proposing while I’m making you research a topic as much as possible.” y/n laughed and said, “Well, I guess that makes us pretty compatible, huh.” Emily chuckled and continued to think about what y/n had just said. 

It wasn’t something they had talked about recently, but children was a topic of discussion they had had and it made Emily relieved to know that y/n left that secure in their relationship that it was something she was seriously thinking about. Now that they were engaged, it only made more sense, even though y/n couldn’t have known that coming into today. For a moment Emily pictured y/n cradling their baby, and then a toddler running around their apartment, and the child grown up and going off to school. Prentiss pulled herself from the film playing in her head. As lovely an image as it was, it was a lot to think about. She lifted her eyes up to y/n’s nervous gaze. Prentiss moved her right hand to y/n’s and held it across the table saying, “I think that’s a beautiful idea y/n. It is a lot to think about. I do appreciate that you’re comfortable enough to tell me something that’s really important to you. Would you mind if I give it some time to think through?” y/n squeezed Emily’s palm and replied, “Take all the time you need love. There’s no rush.” Prentiss felt a surge of warmth move through her not associated with the fact that she was sitting in the sun. Having someone as passionate and who understood her so well was the best thing that could have happened to her. Emily did wonder if something had prompted y/n into her desire for children. She’d never been one to have baby fever before now and the shift was interesting to her. 

Emily watched y/n sip her drink and relax in her chair a bit. Prentiss asked, “Sweetheart, what sparked your desire for kids if anything? Or did it just sort of happen?” y/n sighed and said, “It’s been coming for a while I think, but things have made it speed up for me I suppose.” Emily nodded her head as if to say, “Keep going, love.” y/n placed her palms flat on the table and continued, “I guess that so much crazy stuff has been happening in the country recently. I know you know that. We both do as we work in the government, but the upturning of Roe V. Wade and all the crazy abortion bans popping up all over the place. I suppose I just don’t want to be too late. Like one day we both decided it was time and by then we didn’t even have that option. I don’t mean to sound melodramatic or to push you in any way, we have time, it’s just made me prioritize some things in my life that I hadn’t given too much thought to before now. I mean if Alabama can almost stop IVF then I’m afraid of what might come after that. I suppose having a child became more important to me the more things like that happen here.” 

Emily gave a soft smile, she could more fully see where y/n was coming from and it made sense with her personality. Em moved her hand across the table and stroked her cheek gently before saying, “That makes sense darling. I’m going to have to think about it for a while before we do anything, but maybe when we get home, you can tell me a bit more about the process, and the cost. If we commit to something like this we’re going to need to be saving for some time.” y/n chuckled and said, “Take all the time you need darling. We can save money for that and a wedding too.” Emily paused and said, “Do you mind if I don’t tell the team right away about the engagement? I just want to get a ring and have it be a bit more put together because once I tell them, we’re going to be swamped with questions from JJ, Garcia, and Rossi.” y/n snorted and covered her mouth at how accurate Emily was. She could picture that conversation happening and how Garica would pounce on Em and then how she’d get ten calls for Penelope and then some texts and another call from Dave congratulating her. Since y/n had gotten to know the team more, Rossi had become a father figure which made her heart warm. y/n replied, “Yes, of course sweetheart. That will be a day to remember. Almost as exciting as getting to say yes to you Mrs. Prentiss.” 

Shortly after this their waiter came back and got them a second round of drinks and they ordered some plates to share. The weekend flew by as always, and Emily showed up at Quantico with an excited air about her. The team slowly rolled into the bullpen on work days like they normally did. Em and JJ passed through security at the same time, and JJ who was now very pregnant asked Prentiss, “You seem preoccupied today. Is something up?” Emily tried to stay cool and said, “Nope, well apart from the fact that y/n and I had a late night last night.” Em gave JJ a wink and JJ shot her a sly smile replying, “Well that would make you pretty tired I suppose.” Emily laughed and the two women moved up to their floor. Prentiss hadn’t been lying about y/n and her last night. They’d spent a few pleasurable hours both in the shower and the bed solidifying their bond. Telling one truth and omitting two others felt better than a flat-out lie. Emily was a mix of emotions today and it did make her feel and perhaps look different which she was trying to hide. She was incredibly happy about the unofficial engagement but nervous about y/n’s question. It was more than a question, it was a whole new part of their life if they pursued it. Emily spent a good deal of the morning telling Spencer and Penelope that nothing was wrong and that she was fine but tired. Even Aaron gave her a look saying that he knew something was up. But Hotch didn’t always have the time for gossip and he trusted and knew Em enough that if she was having a serious problem, she could come to him anytime night or day. By lunch time, Prentiss felt a little bit more emotionally drained than she had coming into work. She hardly noticed Derek sneak in behind her to use the microwave when her leftover pasta was finished reheating. 

Morgan said over the hum of the microwave, “So you told Spence and Garcia everything is fine and you gave Hotch that look that it’s all cool and they left you alone, but you're one of the most put-together people on the team and something is off. Keeping secrets is a burden and I’d think you’d like at least one person to know what’s playing in your mind on repeat. Listen if we go on a case or something then it might make you slower. Would you please tell me what’s going on? I won’t tell anyone else. You know I’m also good at keeping a secret.” Derek’s appearance startled Emily, and she jumped at his first few words but calmed quickly as she listened more intently to what he was saying. She bit the inside of her lip. The problem was she knew Derek was right and somehow that bothered her. However, Morgan would be as good a person to tell as any. Their bond was strong, but not as interwoven as the rest of the team. And he was good at keeping quiet. Prentiss deflated slightly and decided to be honest with Derek saying, “Okay but this stays between us, please?” Morgan nodded his consent and indicated for Em to continue. Emily thought of the proposal but knew the issue that was bugging her was what she should say. Finally, she stated, with a slow caution, “y/n wants to have a baby with me.” 

That response was far from what Derek had been expecting, and he blinked a few times just to ensure he’d heard correctly. Slowly a smile crept to his face replying, “That’s amazing, Em!” Emily nodded lightly and Derek was confused as to why she wasn’t showing the same joy he was. He cleared his throat lightly and asked, “Do you not want that Emily?” Prentiss let out a long sigh and said what she’d been thinking about since last night: “I do think I want kids in time. And y/n and I have talked about that before now. We talked about it before we became serious.” Derek was confused by her hesitation and asked, “Is y/n like, rushing you into this?” Emily nodded no and replied, “No not at all. She knows me too well for that. She did a bunch of research beforehand and told me there wasn’t any rush. And also that if kids wasn’t something I was interested in she and I could talk about it.” This reply left Derek even more confused and he scratched the back of his head. Finally, Morgan asked, “So, why are you upset exactly?” Em came out with it and said, “What if I’m a bad mom? I can see y/n being the most loving and caring parent in the world, but my track history with my mother just doesn’t indicate that I’m going to be that competent a parent.” 

When Emily got to the point of contention, Derek couldn’t help but chuckle, and Prentiss lightly slapped his board arm and said, “Don’t laugh at me, Morgan.” Derek managed to stop his chuckling and say, “I’m mainly laughing at your wording, Em. I don’t think any parent would say they are ‘competent.’ And if you’re going to question me on that, ask Hotch if he thinks he’s a competent parent with Jack or JJ with her baby. I swear no one has it all figured out.” Emily was still hesitant and Derek continued, “Emily no matter what you decide it’s going to be the right thing. I know you and y/n won’t jump into anything, but if you ask me, I think you’ll make a fantastic parent.” Emily could tell that Morgan was no longer joking and she asked, “Why do you say that?” She was genuinely curious to hear how he would answer. Morgan leaned against the wall and replied, “Well you could just call it intuition, but the other sign to me is how in tune with yourself and y/n you are. You notice things about everyone, especially y/n. If you decide to have a kid together that will be the most loved child ever. You may not have it all figured out, but with how much you care about each other, I know you and y/n will figure out the rest. You’ll be a great Mom Em.” Emily felt her heart warm slightly and the original image of a child running around her and y/n’s apartment, or the park, or a variety of other idyllic scenes came back in a rush. She knew this wasn’t always going to be the reality, but she felt encouraged and replied to Morgan, “Thanks, Derek. I appreciate that. And thanks for letting me ramble.” Derek smiled again and was happy to see Emily happy. He said, “You got it Em. And my lips are sealed.” Emily felt much better the rest of the day having one person know what she was thinking about. It helped so much that after she had talked about it, she found it much easier to work. 

It was a few weeks later as Prentiss had found the right ring for y/n, and she and y/n had talked about breaking that set of news to the team that Emily came up behind y/n who was standing at the kitchen counter. Prentiss hugged y/n gently from behind and said softly in her ear, “y/n, I want to try. I want to try for a baby with you.” y/n froze and then turned around slowly in Emily’s arms and said, “Really?” Emily nodded and replied, “Really baby. I want some time before we go for it, but I want to be with you.” y/n felt her eyes well with tears of happiness. Her life had felt so empty and barren before she met Emily. Now life felt so full. She was getting married to the best woman ever, and they were planning a family. A lot was yet to come in their journey, but for now, everything was perfect. As the tears started rolling, y/n mouthed, “I love you so, so much Emily,” as she leaned in with her tear-stained face and kissed Em with all the love she could give. Emily wrapped her arms around y/n and kissed her back. Yes, time went quickly, but together they would make the most of every minute there was between them and the family they were planning.

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Bio-child Happy revisit!

Why? Because nobody else would draw it, I'm taking things into my own hands. 😤

Btw it's a revisit because I have done this before, it's just not posted here pfffttt.

By now you must have realized that I'm a creature of pure self indulgence :D. Good. I don't want anyone having their expectations crushed when I draw what I want when I want, consider this a warning :).

Anyways bxbdiakanshd they so cuteeeeeeeee *sob*

[maybe-im-dark]

INT. X-MANSION MEDICAL WING - DAY

Logan walks into the pristine, high-tech medical wing of the X-Mansion, his face twisted into a mix of discomfort and annoyance. His signature leather jacket is unzipped, and for once, the once rock-hard abs are nowhere in sight—his belly has grown soft, bulging over the waistband of his jeans. He’s felt bloated for weeks now, and the morning sickness is becoming unbearable.

Hank McCoy (Beast) looks up from his clipboard as Logan enters, raising an eyebrow.

HANK: (smiling, curious)

"Logan, this is a surprise. You look... different."

LOGAN: (grumbling)

"Yeah, yeah. Don’t start. I’m not here for a chat. Something’s wrong. I’m sick in the mornings, can’t keep food down, and I’ve… (gesturing to his belly) ... put on weight."

Hank's expression shifts to concern, motioning Logan to sit on the examination couch.

HANK: (slightly teasing but professional)

"Take off your jacket and shirt, and let’s see what’s going on."

Logan does as he’s told, lying down, shirt lifted to expose his swollen abdomen. Hank applies gel to Logan's belly and picks up the ultrasound device, pressing it against Logan’s skin.

The screen flickers to life, and Hank’s eyes narrow in concentration, moving the wand carefully across Logan’s stomach.

HANK: (after a long moment)

"Hmm… there’s definitely something here. Alive, even."

LOGAN: (snapping, a bit panicked)

"A parasite?! Goddammit. Figures. Just cut it out of me, Hank. I’ll heal up fast."

Hank holds up a hand, continuing to study the screen, his face serious but calm. He moves the ultrasound wand slowly, taking his time.

HANK: (softly, almost in awe)

"No, Logan. It’s not a parasite."

He glances up at Logan, eyes meeting his with an unreadable expression.

HANK:

"Congratulations, Logan. You’re… pregnant."

Logan stares at him, his jaw going slack. For a moment, he doesn’t seem to comprehend the words, but then—

LOGAN: (stunned, almost laughing in disbelief)

"You’re joking, right? I mean, I don’t have the parts for that!"

HANK: (shaking his head, still serious)

"It appears that your mutation allows your body to adapt and create what’s necessary to carry a child when the situation demands it. You’re capable of impregnating others, and it seems, under the right circumstances, of being impregnated yourself."

Logan blinks, utterly taken aback by this revelation.

HANK: (pause, delicate but firm)

"I have to ask, Logan… Did you have intercourse with a man recently? Without protection?"

Logan exhales deeply, running a hand through his hair, and nods, a slight smirk tugging at his lips despite the situation.

LOGAN: (soft chuckle, resigned)

"Yeah. I slept with Wade. I mean, we’re both immune to diseases. Didn’t think there was any risk…"

Hank nods thoughtfully, continuing with the examination.

HANK:

"You’re about two months along, but since your mutation derives from wolverines, I estimate you’ll carry for only around 215 days—about seven months in total. The child is developing quickly. You’ll need to make a decision now."

Logan’s eyes soften, and for once, the tough exterior fades.

LOGAN: (tentative, vulnerable)

"Can I… Can I hear it? The heartbeat?"

Hank offers a small, reassuring smile and adjusts the machine. A soft, rhythmic sound fills the room, quick and steady, and Logan’s breath catches. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of that tiny heartbeat, and Logan feels something bloom inside him.

LOGAN: (whispering, a gentle smile forming)

"I’ve always wanted a kid. Never thought… (laughs softly) Never thought I’d be the one carrying it, though."

He looks at Hank, eyes shining with emotion.

LOGAN:

"But I’m keeping it."

Hank places a hand on Logan’s shoulder, offering him a moment of silent support.

HANK:

"Then we’ll make sure you and the baby are taken care of, Logan. You won’t be alone in this."

Logan nods, eyes drifting back to the screen, his hand unconsciously resting on his swollen belly. For the first time in weeks, the nausea, the discomfort, the fear—all of it melts away, leaving only the quiet, overwhelming joy of hearing his child’s heartbeat.

[booasaur]

Vigil - 2x06

[pumpkinbirth]

For the build-a-birth prompt:

🤰2️⃣(surprise twin)🏙 (Alleyway) 🛑👖

( in a hurry to get back home but ultimately gives in / cant take it anymore)

"And...reason for leaving work early?"

Because I've been having contractions all morning and my water just fucking broke in the bathroom, that's why.

"N-not feeling well." I replied instead. The clearly uninterested and underpaid desk greeter didn't ask anything further, just stated blandly that this wouldn't count as paid time off.

"That's fine, it's fine, see you around." I said hurriedly, turning and leaving before she could say anything else. As soon as I set foot out the door I felt another contraction coming, but clenched my teeth and kept walking, my gait unsteady. All I had to do was make it to my apartment, where I'd left my phone like an idiot, call my boyfriend, and everything would be fine.

It'll all work out, I thought to try and soothe myself, he'll come, he'll take me to the hospital, I won't have to push on the sidew--wait fuck am I pushing??

Without realizing it I'd stopped to steady myself against a building, and my body had decided to take control, my feet spaced apart where I stood and a new pressure beginning to descend.

No, no, fuck...! Taking a deep breath and checking that no one was coming, I slipped into a nearby alley. I reached a trembling hand down under the hem of my pencil skirt, feeling what was almost certainly the bulge of my lips about to part for the head. Before I could talk myself out of it I gently pressed inward, groaning as I undid what progress my baby had attempted.

"Just wait, baby, please..." I murmured desperately, legs shaky as I started moving again. I kept to the alleyway, if I remembered right it'd act as a shortcut to my apartment. It also kept anyone from noticing every time I'd have to stop and keep myself from progressing any further, my panties ruined with my steadily leaking water as I pushed the head back again and again.

Eventually it became too much to bear, and I didn't even recognize what part of the city I'd found myself in. With a resigned sob I pressed my back to the wall, hoping nobody would hear or see me as I gave into what my body had been trying to do all day.

The contractions were stronger and nearly on top of each other now, and now that I wasn't resisting anymore it only took one push before my baby was crowning into my panties, the soaked fabric bulging out as I muffled a cry. My thighs shook as I stood with my feet further apart, my hands between my legs in anticipation of what was to come. Another good hard push yielded one shoulder, then the other, and soon my panties bagged out further as the rest of my baby was born.

I sagged against the building with exhaustion, carefully retrieving my baby and wrapping it in my work blazer. My belly and lower back still throbbed, but I chalked it up to residual pain, possibly the placenta making its exit. As I waited, though, it didn't seem to be letting up. In fact, my still firm belly visibly cramped with discomfort, and a familiar pressure could be felt deep inside.

"Oh n-no...no no, I can't aga--ahhn...!!" I moaned, heart racing as I braced against the wall once more. My blouse was soaked through, both with sweat and from my swollen tits leaking as I fought through another contraction. I couldn't believe it, not only did I end up having to give birth in an unfamiliar alley, but now I'd have to do it again.

"Please, baby, please come o-ouuUUT!" I wept, no longer caring if I was loud, I just wanted it to be born quickly so I could finally go home. Mercifully, it only took another few pushes until at last I held both babies in my arms, their cries echoing in the alley.

[aurorangen]

Payton waited for Vincent to share his big news. At first, she wondered if Renee would show up to reveal her pregnancy! She smiled at the thought. Instead, a young man came and greeted them warmly. Observing him carefully, he seemed close to her son. But what could the news possibly be?

"Mum, this is Isaac…my half-brother," Vincent leaned back on his chair, unsure how she would react. Isaac watched both closely.

Immediately, Payton felt on edge, learning of his relation to that man, Ashton Kingsley. So many years had passed and in truth, she no longer felt much peril in her or Vincent's life. Hearing their intentions of discovering what happened to that man, she knew they simply wanted to disclose that information. The things he did and then disappearing into thin air. What even happened to him? Was he really dead like the police say? Or was he hiding somewhere far away?

After concluding their discussion, Payton asked about Isaac's family. "My mum, she died when I was young," Isaac was silent for a moment as if he was figuring out how to answer, "And I have other siblings, but we're…estranged." They offered their deepest sympathies and said he was part of their family now.

He appreciated their open arms.

[auspicioustidings]

Just saw that gut wrenching post about Johnny being alive and can you imagine the absolute heart wrenching pain of his kid, his baby, having a British accent. Like instead of it being 3 years it’s like 8 years later and Johnny’s coming home after he can’t take it anymore. Living off of well-meaning pictures just isn’t doing it anymore.

Only to come home and his kid look at him like he’s a stranger, that the house that Johnny bought isn’t his. Only for this eight year old kid to speak to him and it just crushes Soap even more. Like Ghost unknowingly and unintentionally influenced the kid so much that even though the kids a full-blooded Scot they talk like as if their from Manchester.

“Hey, Dad,” Soaps eyes perk up but it’s not directed to him as he looks down at the kid that looks so much like him. Calling for a man that should’ve never held the father position. The position that Johnny always wanted. “There’s a man that says he knows mum.” The kid looking back at Soap inquisitively the same way Ghost does when he’s calculating something and low and behold Ghost himself reaches the door.

“Told ya not to answe—“ a maskless Ghost that’s domestic in a home that shouldn’t have been his, Simon Riley in the flesh stutters over his words. “Johnny?” Brown eyes wide as he can’t believe that the man he loves is standing right in front of him. A ghost from the graveyard that’s come back.

“Dad you know’em?” A small British accent that mimics more Simon than anyone else. Same baby blue eyes that match his real dads eyes, the same man that stands on the porch, waiting at the door of his own house like a stranger.

“Yeah, I,” for once Simon feels small. Feels the shock like ice cold water being splashed on bare skin. “We… We know him.”

You absolute maniac this is scrum diddly umptious are you kidding meeeeee

But wait I can and will make it worse! Johnny is obviously betrayed and loud about it. Simon is betrayed that everybody knew but him. Gaz and Price are betrayed that they were ordered to keep this fucking secret.

But the worst part is when Simon says that you two didn't mean to fall in love. Johnny is angry, his response is "in love? In LOVE? Did ye tell her about Las Almas before she decided on that?"

And now you get to be the most horribly betrayed of all when it comes out that the husband you mourned had cheated on you with the husband who mourned him with you.

Full fucking melodrama when nobody is talking to one another and you are sobbing over a positive pregnancy test :')

[godsfavoritelitlesilly]

Adler's a bad influence on everyone- even demons.

[merakiui]

what would happen when reader finds out she’s pregnant in tmdg? especially if it’s too late to terminate

I think she would go through so many emotions all at once. There's this burst of excitement because she realizes it might be Floyd's, but then she also remembers she fooled around with Jade in the Coral Sea and so there's that factor as well. So now she's sort of,,, deflated. T^T and then the initial giddy shock wears off and now she's just having her Shinji moment, reflecting on everything she's done.

Now everything makes sense. ^^;;; the uniform feeling too tight, being very hungry all the time, unbalanced emotions that feel so haywire, various food cravings, etc. Even Floyd's weirdness and Azul's strange comments make sense now. Of course Jade just smiles when she asks him if he knew. She's not sure if she should hit him over the head, cry, or laugh,,, or all in that exact order. In any case, a baby is on the way. Or, as Jade keeps joking about, twins. She's going to strangle him. >:(

[enbysiriusblack]

honestly walburga and orion were screwed with both sons being heir, even without the war. like sirius would always go against the family values/traditions, plus would want to get a job. and regulus would always be shit at socialising and attending events.

[starwarsmum]

Maribat Mix & Match Monster Mash day 2, Not a Fan of Surprises & Spells

Ladybug and Robin had taken the earliest part of patrol. Partially because they had a lead on something shady, and partially because the annual Halloween bash was happening that night and Marinette had convinced Damian to go with her.

They were ducking into an oversized warehouse when the sound of changing filled the air. They exchanged a look, Robin giving a huff of breath that almost sounded like a sigh before Ladybug crept around the perimeter of the room.

When they were on opposite sides, Ladybug tuned in to whatever the guy in the middle of the room was saying. It wasn't a language she recognised, which made her antsy. She had worked with Zatanna enough to know that if someone was speaking a long dead language, they might just be capable of causing real problems.

Fortunately, it seemed like Halloween was just bringing out the crazies, because when Ladybug swung across the room and kicked over the giant cauldron, the man - who was dressed in a freaking robe - merely screamed and cursed in regular old English. If he had been capable of a spell, he would have used it then and there to stop her.

After that, Robin was efficient in getting the drop on the deluded man, pinning him down and cuffing him. They then had to wait for someone to be free to collect the guy so had to suffer through his whining about how he needed to exact revenge on his coworkers for ignoring his birthday three months ago.

Ladybug sighed as she waited, fighting off a yawn. She didn't want to give Robin any excuse to not take them to the party that she was looking forward to.

_ _ _

“Chéri, please, can we just go to the party and have a nice time?” 

Damian sighed and acquiesced as Marinette pulled out the outfit she had made for him. She gave him a beaming smile and rushed to change into her own outfit. He had agreed several years ago that they would alternate years for wearing costumes and last year had been his year without one.

Stepping into the sitting area of their apartment, he checked over the chef’s outfit Marinette had created for him. She had taken liberties and created a black chef's hat and apron, with a dark green shirt and black trousers. There were intricate details embroidered at the cuffs, collars and hems of everything, shiny green and black threads making it almost impossible to see the miniature swords and flourishes she had created.

“You look so handsome,” Marinette said as she stepped out to join him. He looked at her and marveled at the matching dress she had created. She had a black top half with shining green thread embroidered across it. The green skirt belled out with black thread embroidery. A short white apron was tied around her waist, completely covered in tiny embroidered number fours.

“And you look radiant, my love,” Damian said, drawing her close to kiss her softly. He was careful not to disturb her hair that was twisted into an elegant bun atop her head. “But must we attend this party?”

“Yes, we must! Come on, Dami, I'm expecting a happy event, I would love to spend the evening with our friends. Besides, I worked very hard on our costumes and would like everyone else to tell me how dashing you look.”

“Very well,” Damian sighed, taking hold of her hand and tucking it into his elbow. He had arranged to travel with only Marinette to the party, instead of with the rest of his family because she had been working very hard lately and seemed more tired every day. Having their own transport meant that they could leave whenever it suited them without inconveniencing anyone else.

As they arrived at the party, Damian's family immediately set upon them, cooing over the matching chef and waitress outfits. Marinette preened at their praise and Damian found himself smiling at her pleasure.

They spent time mostly with Jon, who was dressed as a werewolf and kept howling whenever anyone approached to say hello. It was irritating but made Marinette giggle so Damian refrained from asking him to stop.

Marinette had been right, the event was cheerful and, miraculously, they did not have any interruptions from villains. Damian was always vaguely on edge at large events on major holidays, especially Halloween, so it was nice that they hadn't had to fight anyone.

“Did you have fun, mon amour?” Marinette asked as they drove back to their home. She fiddled with her apron as he assured her that the night was not horrendous and he enjoyed spending time in her company, as always. “I'm surprised that you did not have more questions about my outfit,” she said idly, glancing at him from under her lashes.

Damian parked in their underground parking area linked to their home and turned to frown at her. The waitress theme had been fairly obvious, especially when coupled with his chef one. His eyes swept over her as he helped her out of the car (she had allowed him to open the door for her ever since Alfred had admonished him, years ago, for allowing a young lady to get out by herself) but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to be missing.

“Marinette, I don't understand what I am supposed to ask you in regards to your outfit,” he admitted, although his eyes lingered on the apron and its embroidery. She giggled as they entered their apartment and set their alarm. 

“Your French is getting rusty then, mon coeur,” Marinette said, pointing at the fours covering her entire outfit. “They are petit fours, non?”

“...an oven? That is very creative, I admit I was not looking for hidden meanings in our costumes, it was very clever,” Damian admitted, smiling fondly at her. But his brow furrowed when she giggled again and pulled him over to the sofa.

“Yes, I am an oven, Dami, and I have a bun,” she said gently, pointing at her head. He looked at her in confusion until she took his hand and placed it on her stomach. “A bun, in the oven? It is, ah, an American phrase, no?”

Damian's mind went completely blank as he stared at his hand on her stomach. It took several moments to collect himself enough to look back up at her face, and when he did she was biting her lip nervously. 

“You are pregnant?” He asked in a hushed voice, wonder and awe filling him until all he could feel was joy. She nodded, a smile breaking out on her face as he slid his arms around her and pulled her into his lap. “I am going to be a father?”

“Yes, we are going to be parents,” Marinette said softly, and Damian was overcome with emotion. He hated surprises, ordinarily they brought him nothing but anxiety and anger at not having been able to anticipate something. “Is it okay? I know that we have talked about it and you said that you were not opposed to it-”

Damian cut her off with a kiss, trying to convey just how happy he was that they were taking another step towards creating the life they wanted together.