#shes only in the first trimester i do NOT know why her belly is already so big

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This series tells the story of how Tobias and Casey's second child, Brooke Vivian Carrick, came to be. In this third part, the first trimester is behind them, and the happy couple spreads the news—first to their two-year-old daughter, Samantha, and then to their friends.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias x Casey Carrick (F!MC) Characters: Samantha Carrick (F!OC), Ethan Ramsey, Jackie Varma, Sienna Trinh, Aurora Emery, Bryce Lahella, Jordan Carrick (M!OC) Rating: Teen Words: Part 1: 685 / Part 2: 1,009 Summary: See above. A/N: I have artwork for this series, and I hoped to have it posted by yesterday (August 30th is Brooke Vivian Carrick's birthday in my little world). But my real life world interfered, so it's coming, but a little later. lol Participating in @choicesaugustchallenge Day 7 (Sunshine) and Day 11 Barbeque.

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“We’ve got to tell her,” Casey insisted. Her second pregnancy was not at all like her first. The first time, she couldn't wait for her 'bump' to show, and it seemed to take forever. This time, she swore it appeared just after the two little lines formed on the pregnancy test. Her two-year-old daughter, Samantha, had already announced, “Mommy is big now,” to everyone they knew.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” Tobias agreed. “I think my Mom has been trying to hold back her excitement a little since Sammy doesn’t know yet."

Casey’s eyes went wide. “Wait a second. You think that your Mom... your over the top Mom... your I’m sending an interior decorator over to design the new nursery, even though you just ended your first trimester, and the party planner wants to talk to you about the baby’s first birthday party Mom... has been holding back?  If that’s the case, we may want to reconsider telling Sammy... ever."

“Come on,” Tobias smiled. “You know she’s only going to get worse regardless. Let’s let Sammy in on the news. Then we have six months to help her prepare for her little sister coming home.”

“Sister or brother,” Casey reminded.

But Tobias just shrugged. “Yeah, whatever." He had no doubt they were having another little girl.

It was a quiet afternoon at home, sunshine pouring in their living room window when they decided to share the news with Samantha. All of Sammy’s favorite stuffed toys were arranged on the living room floor, and the toddler’s curls bounced as she played and danced with them. Her contagious giggle echoed throughout the house when Daddy made her teddy bear break dance.

Casey’s heart warmed at the sight of them. Their lives had changed drastically over the past few years, but they wouldn’t have had it any other way. She looked at Tobias, and he nodded. It was time.

"Sammy," she said gently. "Mommy and Daddy have something exciting to tell you."

Sammy looked up with wide eyes, her little hands clutching her teddy bear. "What, Mommy?"

Tobias reached out and took the little one’s hand. "You're going to be a big sister, sweetheart.”

“Yep,” Casey smiled, cuddling close to Tobias. “Mommy’s growing a new baby in her belly.”

Sammy blinked, her expression pensive as she took in the news. She looked between her parents, then pointed to Casey’s belly. “In there?” she asked.

“Yep. That’s why Mommy's getting bigger,” Casey smiled. “It’s the baby growing in me.”

“Oh,” Sammy said, turning back to her teddy bear. "That's nice.”

Tobias and Casey shot each other an amused look. Sammy was more excited than this when they told her they were ordering pizza.  

“Sammy,” Casey chuckled softly. "Do you know what this means, sweetie?"

Sammy looked up again, her big brown eyes curious. "More toys?"

Tobias laughed, pulling her into his lap. "It means you'll have a little sister to play with all the time."

Casey playfully elbowed Tobias. “A brother or a sister!” She corrected. “We don’t know yet.”

Casey held back a laugh as Tobias once again muttered, “Whatever,” under his breath.

"Does Pietro know?" Sammy asked.

Tobias pulled the precocious child onto his lap and smiled. "We'll tell him as soon as he's done with his nap," he said.

"Okay. We play now, Daddy?”

Casey leaned in to kiss Tobias on the cheek, both amused with their daughter’s nonchalant reaction.

"Of course we can, sweetheart," Tobias replied. “And what do you think about ordering pizza to celebrate?”

“PIZZA!” Sammy screeched, jumping to her feet. Her little body began dancing to music no one else could hear. “Yes! Yes! Pizza! Daddy, we order pizza now!"

“Right now," Casey laughed, pulling out her phone to order. As she waited for them to answer, she turned to Tobias with a smile. "Well, now we know what to do when we bring the baby home."

“What's that? Order pizza,” he smiled.

“Nope, dress her up as a slice of pepperoni.” Casey grinned.

Tobias's eyes crinkled as his grin widened; all the joy he was feeling sparkled in his eyes. “You said her,” he whispered with a satisfied grin.

Casey placed a hand on her little bump, “Well, see," she chuckled. "But for now, let’s order the pizza!”

Telling their friends:

The following Saturday found Tobias in his happy place, telling stories and holding court as he worked the grill in their cozy Boston backyard. Tobias and Casey’s barbeques had become a staple in their friends’ lives, but they hadn’t hosted many in the past couple of months, making this one feel even more special.  

Casey sat at the table with her friends, Jackie, Sienna, and Aurora, pouring each of them a glass of delicious virgin Sangria, but Jackie appeared to take offense.

“Virgin? In this house?” she teased.

Tobias glanced at Casey over his shoulder with a grin. “I told you," he winked at his wife. "Jackie! There's wine in the cellar; feel free to spice it up."

With a playful huff, Jackie fetched a bottle of Pinot Noir and liberally topped off everyone’s glasses. When she reached Casey, however, Casey placed a hand over her glass.

“I’m good,” Casey smiled as her friends exchanged curious glances.

Tobias turned the last steak over, pleased with how perfectly they were coming along. He loved having the grill to himself today. The mere mention of Ethan's goddaughter, Sammy, bonding more with her uncles Jordan and Bryce had Ethan scurrying over to join the trio on a blanket on the lawn. It was a rare victory for Tobias in their ongoing rivalry over who was the true king of the grill.

After the food had been served and everyone’s bellies were full. Bryce mentioned something about dessert, which was met with groans and a napkin tossed his way.

“I think we should let the food settle before we move on to that,” Casey smiled. “I need to make some room to properly enjoy Sienna’s brownies.”

Tobias caught Casey’s eye, and they shared a conspiratorial smile. Taking her hand, he cleared his throat to capture their friend's attention. “Casey and I actually have a way to pass the time. We have an announcement to make."

“I’m pregnant,” Casey beamed. “We’re having another baby.”

Jackie smirked, recalling a conversation from a few months back. “Well, it didn’t take you long, did it, Carrick?”

Tobias turned to her with a grin. “Was there ever any doubt?”

As the guys shook Tobias’s hand and bro-hugs were had, Casey could barely peel Sienna off of her while Aurora rolled her eyes and shooed Sienna away to give everyone a turn.

“So, baby number two,” Aurora giggled. “Looks like you’re well on your way.”

“On my way?” Casey asked, laughing. “On my way to what?”

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t remember,” Aurora said with a grin. “That day when we first met Tobias at the deli. You don’t remember what you said on the walk home?”

Casey blushed, hiding her face as Tobias jumped in. “Oh, she remembers.”

“Do we really have to revisit that?” Casey pleaded.

“Sure do!” Aurora grinned, turning to face the others. “If you think trying to save a man from dying was enough to keep these two from falling into lust at first sight, you’d be wrong! They were all but salivating over each other. It was just so... them! Then, on the walk home, Casey's going on and on about how hot he was and how she was going to have his first six children - or something like that."

“Casey!” Sienna chuckled.

“What?” Casey blushed. “He’s hot. But to make things worse, I said that just as Mr. Big Ego over here rolled up in his Jaguar. I prayed he didn’t hear, but on one of our first dates, I told him I always wondered if he had…”

“And I was all too happy to let her know I did,” Tobias finished, chuckling. “I just wasn’t sure who the lucky bastard was. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that I was more than pleased to know it was me.”

Ethan groaned, dragging a hand over his face as everyone laughed. “A classic Carrick beginning.”

“So, apparently, Casey was prophetic,” Jordan laughed.

“Not quite,” she corrected. “Because, as Aurora said on that day, there’s no way I’m having anyone’s six kids. Two will be just fine."

“Honey,” Tobias whined playfully. “Come on, you know I always said we should make our own softball team.”

“Keep dreaming, babe.”

“Yeah,” Jordan winked. “Practice makes perfect, big bro, but maybe stick to the practice part.”

“Please, I think he knows that," Jackie teased. "If not, the world would have already been overrun with little Carrick spawns before Casey even came along."

“Yeah, and then these two would be adding dozens more,” Sienna chuckled.

“Guys!” Ethan said, exasperated. “They just announced they’re having a baby. Do we really have to go there?”

“What’s wrong, Ramsey?” Bryce laughed. “Does the world-renowned doctor need a refresher on where babies come from?”

Ethan pulled a twenty-dollar bill out from his pocket and threw it on the table with a sigh.

Tobias raised an eyebrow. “What’s that for?”

“Baby Carrick #2’s therapy fund. I’ve already put a decent amount in Sammy’s account, but with you two as parents, this little one is going to need it, too.”

The yard was filled with the hum of friends laughing in agreement, reaching for their wallets and purses to add to the growing pile.

“You guys are too much,” Casey laughed. “Our little ones are very lucky to have us as parents – and all of you as their family, too.”

“You got that right,” Bryce said, giving Casey a congratulatory kiss on the cheek. “Everyone, raise your glasses! To Tobias and Casey - congratulations on your first planned pregnancy. We wish you all the best.”

“Bryce!” Casey laughed, giving him a playful shove.

As night fell and the fairy lights flickered on, casting a warm glow over their little urban oasis, the backyard buzzed with well wishes and joy. Sammy had dozed off in her playpen, with her protective cat Pietro by her side. For now, the little one had no idea what all the excitement was about, but for everyone else, it was the perfect end to a perfect day.

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Cacoethes

Emily is 9 months pregnant and doing her best not to cry at everything, especially because it's not Aaron's fault the pizza place got her order wrong.

-x-

Hi besties,

This is very much me trying to be funny. This is very fluffy and sweet and what I owe you all after the last two chapters of Our Great Divide.

It is one of the kissing prompts, 'tearful kisses', from my Linger Like a Tattoo Kiss series, but it massively got away so it is it's own fic :)

As always, let me know what you think <3

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Warnings: pregnancy, questionable pizza toppings

Words: 3.2k

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Emily loved being pregnant. 

She was anxious at first. Sure that the fact she’d fallen pregnant so quickly and so easily, after being told by more than one doctor they weren’t sure if she could after her injuries from Ian, was a cruel trick from the universe. A burst of happiness that she wouldn’t be allowed to hold on to, not when she already had Aaron and Jack. It was a feeling that faded as the weeks went by, her anxiety replaced with joy and happiness as it settled in that she was going to have this. That she deserved to be happy, something that she had once thought would pass her by entirely. 

She thinks that's why she loved watching the changes to her body, why she loved the evidence that it was real.  It was why she’d stare at her reflection as she stood side on to the mirror every day, diligently watching as the slight curve to her belly gave way to an undeniable bump, her hand trailing up and down her abdomen as she stood naked in her and Aaron’s bedroom. Slow and purposeful as she made mental notes of the changing topography of her body, each new hill and valley something she enjoyed just as much as Aaron did, his love for her and their baby growing along with her by the day. She never thought she’d be someone who took monthly bump pictures, but she was. Unashamed as she’d stand against a blank wall in their home wearing a sports bra and a pair of jeans she’d stopped being able to do up months ago, her smile wide as she cradled her belly, her eyes soft as they met her husband’s over the camera as he took a dozen photos each time. 

She loved feeling her baby move, the small fluttering she’d mistaken for gas at first shifting into actual kicks and punches - elbows and heels occasionally visible through her skin, something she thinks would have freaked her out if she saw it on anyone else. She loved it. She’d sit up in bed next to her sleeping husband for hours, too uncomfortable to sleep herself, and she’d talk to her daughter, whispering in English and French about all the plans they had, how she and Aaron would always make sure she was safe and loved. 

Even now, her due date been and gone a week ago, when she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her toes and couldn’t get off the couch without assistance from Aaron, there were only two things about pregnancy she knew she wouldn’t miss - not being able to take a deep breath, and having absolutely no control over her emotions. 

It was something she’d always prided herself on. Her ability to compartmentalise something that had helped her survive things most people couldn’t even imagine, but she’d left it behind somewhere in her first trimester and she worried she’d never entirely get it back. She cried at everything and she hated it. She felt like a raw nerve, exposed and sore and liable to falling apart at the tiniest thing. It was only made worse by her frustration with herself, a vicious cycle that not even Aaron could always get her out of no matter how much patience and love he showed her. She was hoping that the moment her daughter was born things would improve, that she’d feel a little more in control again, but she knew she was kidding herself. Denial one of the few things she could hold on to when every day that passed her body and her mind felt a little less like her own. 

She also was not a fan of maternity leave. She saw no merit it in it when her baby was still inside of her, the thought of just resting laughable when she hadn’t been able to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time in weeks. She missed Aaron when he was at work, although he wasn’t going on cases anymore because she could go into labour at any moment, and Jack when he was at school, and she could admit even to herself that she’d mope around the house until they got home. The solitude and silence she’d once found peace in now a prison, something she’d had enough of in Paris to last a lifetime.

Emily groans as she shifts on the couch, her hand on her bump as the baby presses against her lungs, “You’re getting evicted soon, sweet girl,” she smiles to herself as she draws idle patterns over her t-shirt covered skin, “I can’t wait to meet you.” 

Her induction was booked for the following morning, and Emily had stopped hoping days ago that she’d go into labour naturally, her baby girl seemingly content to kick up against her ribs and not go anywhere. Emily wasn’t even upset about it anymore, no matter how desperate she was to hold her daughter and see her face, and she was content to spend the evening cuddling with her husband on the couch whilst eating the pizza she’d been thinking about all day. Her craving for it so specific she’d dreamt about it when she had an afternoon nap, waking up to find a small pool of drool beneath her open mouth. 

She smiles as she looks up at the sound of Aaron’s familiar footsteps on the hardwood floor in their hallway. He walks into the living room, his smile wide and content as he slips his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants. 

“Jack is on his way to Jessica’s, you’d think it was Christmas Eve with how excited he is,” he says, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “He said he can’t wait to meet his little sister tomorrow.” 

She grumbles, “He’ll meet her tomorrow if my labour only lasts a day,” she pouts, unable to stop herself from smiling as he kisses her again, “At this rate, I think baby girl is going to stay exactly where she is forever.” 

“You’ll be holding her soon, sweetheart,” he assures her, kissing her one more time before he pulls away, “I ordered the pizza and it should be here in about 30 minutes,” he says, smiling as he sits next to her, his eyebrow raised as she goes to say something before he beats her to it, “I remembered to ask for yours without cheese.” 

Her aversion to dairy products was something that had started almost immediately. The smell of creamer in coffee enough to have her running to the bathroom to throw up, her hand over her mouth as she darted through their home or the bullpen. It lasted past her nausea going away, and she’d turn her nose up at even the sight of cheese or yoghurt, so cheeseless pizza had become her regular order when they couldn’t bring themselves to cook. The irony that this was the same woman who’d wave the stinkiest of cheeses past his face when they were in Europe on their honeymoon wasn’t lost on him. Her dislike of it all so strong that he couldn’t even have mild cheddar in the fridge without her claiming that it made everything else stink, the baby having turned her into some kind of bloodhound that put the canine unit to shame.

She narrows her eyes and bites the inside of her cheek to hide her smile, “What about yours?”

He shakes his head at her as he runs his fingers through her hair, “There’s no cheese on mine either, don’t worry,” he turns up his nose, “There’s also no black olives on mine.” 

She rolls her eyes, “You like olives.” 

“Not when they are paired with pineapple and pepperoni, sweetheart.” 

She chuckles and leans in to kiss him, “You might complain about my cravings,” she murmurs, kissing him again, “But you’ll kiss me after I’ve eaten it.”

He cups her cheek and kisses the tip of her nose before he stamps his lips against hers, “Nothing would ever stop me from doing that.” 

They sit curled around each other on the couch, both of their hands on her bump as the baby  moves beneath their palms. Waves of Braxton Hicks contractions pass through Emily, making her tense each time as Aaron soothes her through them, his lips against her temple as he practices his role in labour as her body practices hers. She feels nothing short of relieved when there’s a knock at the door, her stomach growling at the idea of the food she’d been looking forward to all day. 

Her joy is shortlived. 

She can smell the cheese the moment Aaron carries the boxes into the living room and she sighs sadly, “They’ve put cheese on them.”

Aaron smiles at her, “Sweetheart, there’s no way you can tell…” he drifts off as he opens the boxes, his eyebrows furrowing when he’s met with two pizzas that were absolutely covered in cheese. He chuckles humourlessly, “I’ve got to say, the baby has made your sense of smell-” He’s cut off as she chokes on a sob, her hand over her mouth as she tries and fails to capture it, tears already spilling past her lashline, “Oh, Em,” he says, letting the boxes fall closed again as he closes the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her as she willingly slips into his embrace, “It’s okay, I’ll-”

“It’s not okay,” she says, her face crumpled, sadness painted all across it as she pulls back and wipes tears from her cheeks, “I can’t eat that. You can’t pick off cheese.” 

“I’ll call them,” he says, rubbing a comforting circle on her back, used to her falling apart at things that would never have made her cry this time last year. At first, he’d struggled to know what to do. Emily had always been more forthcoming with him than anyone else, especially after they got together. She no longer tried to hide her emotions from him, let him see behind the mask she wore in front of everyone else, the one her parents had made for her and that she’d used since she was too young to really understand. Her pregnancy had stripped her of it, taken away a lifelong skill of being able to proudly hide how she was feeling, everything she felt out on display for everyone to see. Her sadness and anger precious jewels for everyone to look at in fascination now they were suddenly behind glass instead of locked away in a vault, “I’ll ask them to remake them.”

She shakes her head, “No, they close soon,” she grumbles, more tears falling past her lashline as her chin trembles, “They won’t take any more delivery orders.” 

“Then I’ll go there and make sure I watch them make them this time,” he says, kissing her lips, tasting the salf of her tears before he kisses her forehead and stands up.

“No, it’s okay,” she says, wiping her cheeks, “I can eat something else. I think there’s some pudding cups in the fridge.” 

He sighs, scratching the back of his head, “Jack…” he clears his throat, “Jack ate the last one after he had his dinner,” he says, his heart clenching in his chest as her chin trembles again, her eyes getting impossibly shinier, “I’ll go to the store and get some pudding cups on the way back from the pizza place.” 

She blows out a breath, a laugh catching in her throat, “You’re the best husband I’ve ever had.”

He leans down and kisses her forehead, “I’m the only husband you’ve ever had,” he winks at her as he pulls back, “Send me a text if you want me to get anything else.” 

“Love you,” she calls after him, smiling when he replies, the three words followed by the door closing. She gasps as a contraction rolls through her again and she chuckles, wiping away the tears still on her cheeks with one hand as she rubs a soothing circle on her belly with the other, “You better be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen kiddo,” she says, shaking her head at herself, “Otherwise I’m not sure I could forgive you for making me cry over pizza.” 

At some point whilst he’s out, Emily is unable to carry on pretending the contractions she’s been feeling are Braxton Hicks. The pattern was undeniable, ten minutes turning into nine and then eight. She finds herself pacing, her grip on the back of the couch tight as she breathes through the pains, a sigh of relief escaping her when she hears their car pull up on the driveway. 

“Not a shred of cheese in sight,” he declares as he walks in the house, two boxes of pizza in his hands and a bag of groceries hanging from his arm, “I flashed my badge so I could stand in the kitchen and watch them make it.” 

It makes her smile and she gratefully takes the box he places on the counter in front of her when they make it to the kitchen. She opens it and pulls out a slice, eating it faster than she thinks she’s ever eaten anything before she pulls out a second slice, groaning in delight as she eats it, as just as many toppings slip free from the cheeseless base as she manages to eat, “That’s so fucking good.” 

Aaron smiles lovingly at her as he puts away the groceries he’d bought, “Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he says, watching as she grips the counter, breathing slowly and controlled as she rocks side to side, “Are you okay?” 

She nods and hums, “I’m okay,” she says, reaching for another slice of the pizza, “I’m in labour, but I’m okay.” 

He almost drops the pudding he’s holding, his eyes wide as he steps towards her, “You’re in labour?” He asks and she nods again, “How do you know?” 

“The contractions were my first clue,” she says dryly, talking around a mouthful of her pizza, “Plus, my waters broke whilst you were out.” She almost laughs when his eyes get wider, his expression almost cartoonish as he closes the gap between them, his arms tight around her. 

“We need to go to the hospital.”

“In a minute,” she demands, “Just let me have one more slice, they won’t let me eat when we get there.”

He sighs, knowing he’d never been able to say no to her, “Fine. I’ll go get your hospital bag and you eat one more slice,” he says, kissing her forehead, “Then we’ll go have a baby.” 

“Yeah,” she smiles and her eyes shine with tears they both know she’ll shed at some point soon, “Then we’ll go have a baby.” 

___

She hums softly, her cheek against the top of her little girl’s head as she runs a hand up and down the newborn’s back. She breathes in the sweet smell of her head, something Emily was already addicted to, something she somehow already misses because she knew it would fade. 

“Daddy will be back soon, sweet girl,” she mumbles, tilting her head to look down at her daughter, her chest full and aching with love for her, for the tiny feature’s she’d already spent hours memorising, “He’s gone to get me something to eat,” she strokes her knuckles up and down the baby’s soft cheek, smiling at the memory of her somewhat successful attempts to feed her since she’d been born, “You aren’t the only one who’s hungry after the day we’ve had.” 

Her labour had drawn out over a day, her body and mind pushed almost to its limit. More than once she was sure she couldn’t do it, every single part of her screaming that it was too much, but Aaron had been her rock. Her port in a storm as he held her in whatever say she needed and told her she could do it, that she was the bravest person he knew. When their daughter slipped into the world, screaming and bright red, Emily knew she’d never been happier, everything she’d ever wanted finally real and here. 

She looks up from her little girl at the sound of a knock on the door, and she smiles at Aaron as he walks in, a pizza box in hand and a smile on his face, “How are my girls?” 

“We’re okay,” she whispers, looking back down at the sleeping baby, “Aren’t we Rosie?” 

Aaron leans down and kisses Rosie’s head and then Emily’s cheek, capturing her lips when she turns her head to kiss him, “I missed you.” 

She smiles, because it feels nothing short of ridiculous because she’d missed him too, the 30 minutes he’d been gone to get her food long and drawn out as she waited for him to return, “You too,” she says, kissing him once more, “Did you get my usual?”

He nods, smiling as he pulls back and lays the box on her lap, opening it up to reveal the cheeseless pizza with olives, pepperoni and pineapple, “Are you sure that still looks good to you?” 

She hums as she picks up a slice, Rosie secured against her chest with one hand, “Delicous,” she says, smiling as he sits on the chair next to the bed, “I am still a walking bag of hormones though,” she says, smiling as she takes a bite, “I’m sure I’ll go back to eating normal things again soon.” 

He smiles and places his hand on her thigh, squeezing gently, “After what you did today, you can eat whatever you want without comment from me.” 

She smiles gratefully at him, but her response is stopped in it’s tracks as an olive and a slice of pepperoni slip off the pizza and land on Rosie’s head, standing out against her dark hair, “Oh.” 

Aaron can already tell what’s going to happen, his wife’s nerves shot after a long, hard labour and little to no sleep, her eyes already shining with tears. He leans forward and picks the stray toppings from Rosie’s head, smiling encouragingly at his wife as he drops them into the empty space in the box on her lap. 

“No harm done, Em,” he says, leaning in to kiss her forehead and then the top of Rosie’s head, “See? She’s still fast asleep,” he assures Emily, smiling when she nods, “She’s happy and safe.” 

Emily nods again and blows out a slow breath, “Yeah, you’re right,” she says, swallowing thickly as she tries to control herself, her chest tight with everything she’d told herself would disappear when she gave birth, “She’s fine,” she kisses the top of Rosie’s head and sucks in a breath, the tears she’d been trying to hold back slipping past her lashline, “Damn it.” 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Aaron asks, doing his best to keep a straight face, knowing full well if she even thought he was making fun of her that she’d kill him, only 5 hours post partum or not. 

She sniffles, shaking her head at herself as she drops the half eaten slice in her hand back into the box, no longer able to stomach it, her words half choked out around a sob she doesn’t entirely understand. 

“She smells like fucking pizza.” 

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When The Bough Breaks : Epilogue

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 2.3k

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FINALE | MASTERLIST

            You felt far away, Rose’s voice a distant mumble in the background. She prattled on beside you to the employee behind the counter. She picked out a couple onesies & insisted on getting them customized with the name of your unborn child, a feature the maternity store offered. But you felt nothing, could feel nothing. Only time you did is when the baby kicked or hiccupped. You wanted to feel ecstatic, lose yourself in the memories & joy from your first pregnancy. But the man who kissed your nearly full term belly at night & whispered to it good morning was far from who you would’ve picked to be a father.

            Rafe had spent the last nine months of your pregnancy being the doting husband & affectionate father he prided himself to be. You couldn’t believe how seemed to be completely removed from the reality of the situation—that from the beginning you were an unwilling party. Yet there you were. Shopping for more baby clothes with Rose. You had plenty already, enough to clothe the children of America, but Rose never took no for an answer.

            The only relief your pregnancy brought you was that Rafe stopped trying to sleep with you. One night, in the midst of your second trimester, you had woken to blood soaking the sheets. Rafe panicked, sure that the baby had been lost. But the doctor was happy to announce to the both of you that the baby was fine & healthy. However, she did say that sexual activity should be reduced to a minimum, if at all, to prevent any more scares. That’s how often Rafe fucked you.

            You dreaded having the baby, not only because it would forever tie you to Rafe, but it meant Rafe would have at you as much as he pleased. You feared another pregnancy. Never before had you prayed for menopause to come early.

            “_____.” Rose gently shook your shoulder, her manicured nails piercing you through your sweater. “Have you two decided on a name?”

            You mean has Rafe decided on a name, you wanted to say, wanting absolutely nothing to do with this pregnancy. You bit your lip & shook your head. The employee behind the counter frowned, but it wasn’t a hard one. It was almost like she sensed your misery. Rose chuckled awkwardly, “I suppose I’ll ask the father.”

            “Ask me what?” Rafe appeared behind you, an arm wrapping around your middle. His hand placed at the center of your swollen belly. He kissed the side of your head.

            “The name!” Rose chirped, “I want to get a couple onesies customized.”

            “It’ll outgrow them fast, Rose, really it’s not necessary.” You responded, feeling caged in by Rafe & Rose.

            “’It’?” Rose sneered but kept the same bright, forced smile on her face, “You two are still insisting on not knowing the gender, I don’t understand.”

            It was Rafe who spoke for you, “It’s a surprise. For the both of us.” He brought you into his chest, as if you had a say. You didn’t care what it was. It’d be a monster like it’s father.

            “Charlie.” Rafe announced jovially. You glanced back up at him, your brows creased.

            “Charlotte if it’s a girl, Charles for a boy.” Rafe held your stomach, “Charlie.”

            “Oh, that’s lovely.” Rose turned to the employee, “Charlie it is.”

            Rafe pulled you away then, wanting you to join him as he browsed. You didn’t understand why you had to be here. You never suggested any ideas: clothing, names, the nursery theme. It was all Rafe & Rose. Even the outfit you wore was courtesy of Rose. She had said that she never had a pregnancy & wanted to spoil you with maternity clothes. You were positive it was just a way to humiliate you, she dressed you like a Floridian grandmother.

            “How much longer?” You questioned once you were a decent distance from Rose.

            “Why, are you feeling sick?” Rafe asked but there was no amount of concern in his voice.

            “Sick of all of this, yes.” You glared at him. He only smirked in return.

            Then he cupped your face, bringing his face in to kiss you. To anyone, you may look the happily married couple, sharing in the enjoyment of their little bundle of joy, but it was all an illusion. Rafe stayed closed to you as he whispered, “You’re stuck with me, _____. Or did you forget our wedding?”

            You tried, often, to forget that day. It was a beach wedding. Less than 100 people were in attendance but none of them your friends or allies. It was a day for Rafe to lay claim to his property, not to profess your undying devotion to one another. The whole day was a blur. It’s how you preferred to keep it. Because Rafe was right, you were stuck with him. For better or for worse.

            “Now smile.” Rafe dragged a finger under your chin, “You’re too beautiful to frown.”

            Rose joined the two of you then, holding up three onesies, “What do we think?”

            Charlie Cameron, Daddy’s Little Girl, & Mommy’s Little Boy.

            “They’re great, thank you, Rose.” Rafe spoke for the both of you. You ignored the onesies.

            “My pleasure.” She grinned, stuffing them into a bag & handing it to you.

            You reluctantly took it.

            “Now, we must be off.” Rose checked the time on her phone, “We’re meeting your father for lunch remember.”

            Ward. If getting pregnant & marrying into the Cameron family was the deepest pits of hell, Ward Cameron was the devil himself. He was the only one that wasn’t trying to fake anything, at least in front of family. In public, he was proud to show you off—the mother of his first grandchild. But in private, he made it no secret that he held you to a certain standard, to remember a certain threat.

            Leaving the maternity store, the outlet mall was bustling. It was peak tourism season. Rafe kept a hand on your lower back as he walked at your pace. This pregnancy was incredibly more uncomfortable than your first. With Jesse, you were in bliss & your body responded well to the changes. This one however, your feet were swollen beyond recognition, you suffered indigestion, & your post-partem depression was already settling deep into your bones. The thought & feel of it all made you break into a sweat. You were beginning to feel dizzy.

            “I need to sit.” You announced quietly, moving towards a nearby bench. Rose appeared mildly annoyed but gave a tight smile, “Oh, alright.”

            “Do you need anything?” Rafe sat beside you, his hand holding yours.

            A glass of wine & bottle of pills, but you pushed the quip away, “Water, please. Cucumber water.”

            The cucumber was an excuse to send him away, hopefully both of them. Rose sighed but pulled out her phone, “Well go on, Rafe. I’ll call Ward, let him know we’re running late.”

            She stepped a few feet away to make the call. Rafe glared at her back before facing you, “God, she’s annoying.”

            It was the first time you managed a genuine smile, even if it was small & short-lived.

            “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

            “Like I’d get far.” You mumbled. Rafe cocked his head but smirked, “I’ll chase you down. Always.”

            That was a promise, you knew. But thankfully, Rafe left you. For the first time in what felt like weeks you breathed a sigh of relief. Cracking your neck, you ghosted your fingers across your belly, feeling for any movement. It was sleeping. It liked to sleep most often during the daytime, choosing to keep you awake at night. You had a nagging feeling that once it was born sleeping habits would remain the same.

            You had your eyes closed, focused on your breathing when you heard footfalls approach you. Initially, you assumed it was Rose, but she had a discernable stomp in her heels. Slowly, you pried your eyes open, perhaps expecting to see a friend of the Cameron’s. But who you saw made you gasp.

            “Moses.”

            It was really him. He was wearing a powder blue button down tucked into a pair of jeans. His face was clean-shaven, a look unlike him. You stared at one another, though his clearly exhausted eyes were aimed directly at your belly.

            “So, it’s true.” The sound of his voice brought tears to your eyes. It was really him! After the divorce was finalized, you never saw or heard from him—only in your dreams. His eyes shifted to the ring on your finger, “That’s not the one I gave you.”

            Instinctively, you covered your hand. You wish you could hide your belly but there was no attempting that at the size you were.

            “No, I—” But words failed you. What could you say? There was nothing.

            “What are you doing here?” You changed focus.

            Moses finally looked you in the eyes & your heart ached. It was the same heartbroken expression he carried the night you told him you wanted a divorce. You recalled he had asked you if there was someone else. You had lied. But your lie was on full display now.

            “You look…” He started. You finished the sentence in your mind. I look horrid, ghastly, monstrous, an infidel, a whore.

            “Beautiful.”

            Tears spilled from your eyes as he looked you over. He wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t angry. You knew him well enough to know. He was simply sad. Deeply sad.

            “Moses, I. I don’t know what to say.” Your voice shook.

            He gave a half-hearted smile, “Are you happy?”

            No! You wanted to scream it, to beg him to whisk you away. In a second, you imagined a life with Moses with another man’s baby. Maybe you could love your unborn baby then, if Moses was the one to raise it alongside you.

            But you said nothing in response. Moses nodded in minor understanding, “That was rude of me. It’s not my business.”

            “No, it’s okay.” You went to stand but he threw out his hand to steady you as you wobbled, adrenaline coursing your veins. “What are you doing here?”

            Moses frowned but faked a courtesy smile, “Had some last minute business to finish before moving to my next location.”

            “Oh? Where to now? Back home?” You imagined him back in the city, amongst friends & family, all the people there to support him.

            “There is no home.” It was an instinctual response, one that you knew wasn’t meant to be said out loud, but you winced still.

            “I mean, I am taking a couple years off. Going to travel. See the world.”

            A dream the two of you shared. With Jesse.

            “That’s…” Awful. “..amazing.” You gulped, “Where are you off to first?”

            “Amsterdam.” Moses said faintly, but his eyes could only take you all in as you stood before him.

            “Moses, that’s—”

            “_____!” You jumped at the sound of your name. Spinning around, it was Rafe, holding a plastic coffee cup with water & floating cucumbers.

            “No.” You whispered it so lowly, only you could hear it.

            Rafe looked murderous. His eyes strained directly on your ex-husband. But Rafe hid his animosity as best as he could, joining the two of you, his arm draped across your shoulders. Moses pressed his lips together, a deep frown forming.

            “Rafe, this is—”

            “I know who it is.” Rafe smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. He held out his hand, “The ex-husband. We’ve actually never met before.”

            “Only once, actually.” Moses replied, the same feigned kindness in his voice, “You were flirting with my wife in the backyard when we came over for dinner long ago.”

            They shook hands. You watched as Rafe tightened his hold on Moses’ hand, “My wife now.”

            Moses half-scoffed, half-chuckled, lowering his hand, “She’s an excellent one.”

            “I know.” Rafe’s voice hardened, likely annoyed that Moses was unfazed by his attempt to assert dominance.

            “I’m sure you do.” Moses peered at him suspiciously but finally looked to you, “It was nice seeing you, _____.”

            “You, as well.” It took everything in you to not spill the truth about everything. But picturing him behind bars stopped you. It always did. Now you were only strangers.

            “You’re going to be a wonderful mother.”

            An inaudible sob escaped you. You brought your hand to your mouth to keep from crying uncontrollably.

            “Thank you.” Rafe answered for you, his eyes never leaving Moses. But Moses didn’t give him any more attention.

            “Well, goodbye.” Moses took a step back. You went to mirror him, follow him, but Rafe tightened his hold on you.

            “Goodbye, Moses.”

            Tears skipped down your cheeks as you watched Moses walked away from you.

            Rafe exhaled loudly, heavily. He stepped into your line of sight, cutting out Moses entirely.

            “That was…eventful.” His hands smoothed your hair before wiping at the tears on your cheeks, “But it’s time you move on. We have our own adventure waiting for us.” A hand fell to your belly. Rafe smiled proudly.

            “Whatever you say.” You mumbled.

            Rafe kissed you on your cheek before bringing his lips to your ear, “Smile, _____.”

            He pulled back to look you in your eyes. Your stomach kicked.

            “It’s the beginning of the rest of your life. And I will always be by your side.”

            And you knew it to be true.

            But you decided then, in that exact moment, that you were going to be everything Moses said you were. You were going to be a wonderful mother. If not for yourself, but for the sake of the life inside you. The baby couldn’t help who it’s father was, but it could benefit from having you as their mother. You swore, you promised.

            Rafe had won. You couldn’t be saved. But your baby could. And you’d dedicate your life to protecting & loving the life within you.

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In my verse, when it comes time for Expectant Mareach™️, Peach is adamant that the baby is a boy whereas Mario is confident that the baby is a girl, and they bicker over it constantly. When they get the anatomy scan, the doctor prints a picture of the baby that clearly shows the sex, but they don’t want to see it yet. They actually have Toadsworth look first. Toadsworth takes one look, immediately starts crying, and hands it back to them. And that’s how they find out they’re having a girl.

So with that said I would like to deliberately provoke your Expectant Mareach brain and ask how that same scenario plays out in your head: what are their thoughts leading up to finding out their baby is a girl? How do they find out? What are their respective reactions?

Live footage of me waiting for your answer:

A quick warning: I'm pretty sure you've already heard all of this, so forgive me if I'm being redundant here. But I've got strong feelings about this scenario.

More under the cut!

When Mario was younger, he had a very vivid picture of his future: he would go into a successful career (didn’t matter what career, just anything he loved and was good at), meet a beautiful girl, give her a wedding fit for a queen, and have nine kids together, the first of whom would be a little girl that looked just like her mother. (Luigi would always have to remind him that the first order of business was choosing what sort of career he wanted, and then the rest would come later. Telling him to take a deep breath and lower his standards, of course, never worked.)

That old twenty-year plan is the farthest thing from his mind when Peach is getting prepped for her second-trimester scan. For that matter, they haven’t really discussed the matter of gender at all lately. The anxiety has been getting to Peach; her mother fell fatally ill while expecting her, and though she was ultimately born without complications, she’s scared to death that something will be wrong with their baby. What if it’s inherited the mystery illness that claimed her mother’s life? What if it has a bad heart or bad lungs or bad everything? What if there’s no heartbeat at all? What if nothing’s even there and those little ticklish movements she’s been feeling in her belly are all figments of her imagination?!

She knows most of these fears are illogical, and that if anything is wrong they’ll be able to address it quickly, so she’s been doing her best not to make a big deal of it… but she’s pregnant and hormonal and emotions are running high as is, Mario knows she’s struggling. He’s anxious too, but mostly the good, excited-type anxious, because his gut tells him everything’s okay, and his gut is rarely wrong! So he focuses his energy and efforts into keeping her calm until they have definitive answers.

The nurse is quick to assure Peach that her baby looks perfectly healthy. Everything looks and sounds like it’s supposed to at this stage! Peach’s fears melt into joy, and she finally stops constricting the blood flow in Mario’s hand, and he’s playfully reminding her that “I told you! You know Mario’s always right!” when the nurse asks Peach if she’d like to get a closer look at her.

Keyword: her.

“Her?”

“Her.” The nurse brings the screen closer to the pair, a congratulatory smile on her face. “Seems we’re looking at a little girl.”

Peach is so thrilled, eagerly chatting and commentating as the nurse reviews the sonogram with her, but it all fades into a background hum for Mario. He doesn’t even know he’s zoned out, much less why. He watches and listens and smiles, but there’s so many thoughts and feelings fighting for dominance in his head that they all cancel each other out, and even by the time they leave, all he can feel is numb.

Peach, naturally, picks up on this, and she pulls Mario into some shadowy corridor to ensure he’s alright. It’s only then, alone in relative darkness with his wife as she speaks softly and clasps her hands over his, that he’s able to pinpoint what’s got him so dazed. Didn’t he once daydream the same scenario as a kid? He’d dreamed of falling in love, a wedding fit for a queen, a baby girl — and here he is all these years later, a consort to a literal queen — his wife, l’amore della sua vita — and she’s carrying a baby girl. Their daughter.

This is about as literal as “a dream come true” can get.

Peach once more asks if he’s alright, and rather than answer, he stands on his toes to pull her into an embrace. He still can’t think too clearly, and he’s still feeling far too many things at once; all that comes out of his mouth when he tries to speak is “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” and there’s a few tears trickling down his cheeks, and he thinks he might be shaking a little bit, but however chaotic his innermost workings are right now, he knows he’s happy.

[geddy-leesbian]

since June 1st is the birthday I've had picked out for the twins in my rockstar/actor!Luis AU, here's a quick lil drabble of their fourth birthday 💖

The second he opens the door to the playroom, Luis is bombarded by the twins. Both of them are wearing their poofy, sparkly, fancy princess dresses; Juliana's is purple, and Belén's is pink. He takes it like a champ, immediately grinning and kneeling down to hug them and kiss the tops of their heads.

“Birthday girls!” Luis ruffles their hair and notices something. “Where did your tiaras you had this morning go?!”

“Up there,” Leon says, pointing to the top of their adorable, on-theme castle shaped bookshelf. “Had to take them away because they kept taking them off and trying to beat each other with them.”

“Slander. My sweet princesses would never do such a thing.” Luis says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Leon rolls his eyes. The twins were good kids, never had any problems with other kids at preschool, but they did like to rough house with each other. It was perfectly normal for their age so they didn't punish them for it and mostly let it play out, but Leon or Luis always had to watch closely to make sure they didn't accidentally get too rough and actually hurt each other. Which usually just meant taking away whatever objects they decided were makeshift weapons.

“Papi! Papi!” Juliana suddenly shouts right into Luis's ear, making him wince. She was definitely Luis's daughter. With each passing day, she looked more and more like him. Her sister retained her pale complexion and light red hair, but Juliana's had darkened as she aged. Now she has dark brown hair and warm tanned skin only a little bit lighter than her father's. She took after him in personality too, always talking, usually obnoxiously loudly too. “Can we ride horses now? Please? We wanted to before but Daddy said we had to wait for you.”

“No, no!” Belén jumps in. “Sing for us?”

“No! Horses!”

Leon gets a little misty eyed watching the scene unfold. They know it's their birthday. The special occasion is why they've got their full princess costumes on, and Leon kept hyping them up all day, reminding them that Papi had a surprise work thing, but as soon as he got home there would be birthday presents and cake. Now he's home, and the twins just want the same things he does with most normal days.

“It's okay, princesses, no fighting! We do both! Horses in a few minutes, music when we're done. Then cake and presents! I see Daddy already braided your hair, so go to your room and get changed, then get your helmets and boots on,” The twins run off, giving Luis space to greet Leon with a kiss on the cheek. Leon isn't even showing yet, but that doesn't stop Luis from rubbing his belly to greet their third that's now on the way. “Hey, mi amor, I love you. I got the living room decorated before coming back here, but seems like they really want out there for a bit, before we get going on birthday festivities. I know you feel too anxious to ride now, but are you up for going out and walking with us?”

“Yeah,” While he didn't let it show, Leon was just as eager as the twins to get out there. Though he didn't grow up with access to a horse like Luis did, he'd quickly come around and really enjoyed the family time they had doing trail rides. They had two horses, so Leon would ride with one twin in front of him, and Luis would ride with the other twin. He wasn't going to just give that up, he was happy to walk beside holding the reins to lead one horse, since the twins weren't ready to ride on their own. “I can definitely handle that. And I'm sorry you have to come home from work and immediately have to do a bunch of shit for them with no break. Would've gotten the decorations up myself and taken them outside to run around and get some energy out before you got home, but this damn first trimester fatigue is kicking my ass. I'll be fine walking, just didn't have the energy for chasing them around.”

“You're so stupid sometimes. You should know by now that doing things for and with them is a break for me. I'm sorry, that I had to spend the first half of their birthday on the movie set instead of here celebrating, giving you a break to nap…”

“It's okay, your movie is important too. I'm excited to see it. I'm tired, but I'll live. How's your voice going to be though? Don't want you wearing it out, they'll be okay if they go right from horses to presents with no singing.”

“It's their birthday, they want me to sing, I'm going to sing. My voice is okay. Today was just last minute reshoots of something the director randomly decided he didn't like. There was no singing, soundtrack was done weeks ago.”

When the twins come back into the room, Luis fusses over their helmets, making sure they're on properly. Then Leon heads for the living room with them. He grins when he sees the living room. Luis, of course, went all out, filling the room with so much glittery pink shit. Balloons, streamers, banners with their names, a small piñata… Leon half expects the girls to get distracted by it all and not want to go outside anymore, but they appear to be hell bent on getting horse time and go right to the front door without hesitation.

While Luis changes into his boots, Leon grabs the twins’ hands and starts walking out, knowing Luis is a fast enough walker to catch up easily. They inherited Luis's tendency to wander and run off outside, so Leon always insisted on holding their hands for even the shortest of walks outside. (Luis was less strict about it, believing a little bit of childhood wandering was healthy, but accepting of Leon's desire to be more cautious.)

[carleycore]

I love you

suna x pregnant!reader

synopsis: you’re 37 weeks pregnant, everything stresses you out but, suna’s always there to help and reassure you.

contains: self doubt, pregnancy, hating her body(idk what to call it),& lots of hurt/comfort

“Angel, I brought your favorite takeout!” Suna called from the kitchen, unloading the bags so It’d be easier for you.

The first two trimesters were fairly easy for you. There was hardly and morning sickness and the only craving was ice cold water.

Third trimester was different. 

Old insecurities were appearing again everything was getting harder and harder.

You needed help going up the stairs, couldn’t tie you shoes, couldn’t wear shoes. Everything was difficult and it was really starting to take a toll on you.

“Angel?”

“I’m coming.” You groaned, waddling slowly from your shared bedroom to the kitchen.

“She’s hurting you more today?” He asked cautiously, putting his bands on you belly and much to your dismay, she started kicking.

It was too much and you were scared.

You already saw the stretch marks forming in new places everyday and you couldn’t handle a little bit of pain and kicking.

There was so many things hurting and you didn’t know how to stop it.

Rintaro would help with back pain by giving you massages but now the slightest touch in the wrong spot would put you in immense pain.

The takeout smelt so good and all you wanted to do was sit down and dig in.

“Do you want me to feed you?” He asked, leading you to the couch and grabbing the food and utensils.

“No, it’s alright. I want you to eat too.” You said, leaning back onto the brunette’s chest, finding warmth in your embrace.

“You’re the one who’s gonna give birth any day now.” He wasn’t wrong so you didn’t protest.

There was a peaceful silence while he fed you. He was so gentle you started crying, well that and feeling like you’d be a shitty mom.

“Rin?” 

“Hmm?” He hummed, giving you another bite of rice before you continued.

“Do you think I’ll be a bad mom? Like I wont be able to take care of her?”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed, “I just feel like I wont be as good as good as I should be.” It was stupid, you knew that. But, the thought wouldn’t leave your mind and it really felt good to talk about your insecurities with the man you loved.

“Trust me baby, you’ll be the best mom ever.” He simply said trying his hardest for you to understand him.

“I love you.” He said, wrapping his arms around you so he could feel your baby.

“I love you too, now get back to feeding me. We’re hungry!”

[curvylizzie]

I’m massive

It all started about 7 months ago. It was so sudden too! This 6’7 guy and I hooked up at a party in college, after a hot night of sex with petty much a giant I never saw him again. This asshole…. After a month or so I realized my period was late. It’s never late. I went directly to the nearest pharmacy. I was so nervous that I had to stop for some fast food. What kind? The greasiest, most filling, most oily burgers In town. Either way, I bought a pregnancy test and sure enough.. I was pregnant… me, Tiffany… the 4’9 girl with black hair, always dressed in nice cardigans and tank tops, with jeans and my books in my hands. I was pregnant with the baby of a 6’7 giant dude… who knows what kind of bay he was!! I was so sure I was gonna become huge! This guy was probably some sort of 15lbs mega baby! And now I’m growing his offspring inside me! it was surreal! What was the next thing I did? I ordered a pizza, an Xlarge extra cheese extra peperoni pizza to go for myself. I tend to eat a lot in stressful situations and I knew this was not gonna be easy.

I called my bestie, jessie. For all I knew she was the only person there for me now

“Hey jessie…”

“Hey tiff, what’s up?”

“Can we... meet up at my house? I gotta tell you something.”

“Sure sweetie, Ill be there at 6 after work”

What was I going to do! I drove home and simply sat on the couch while eating my pizza. I kept thinking about this super baby growing inside me… oh fuck what if it was twins!!!! Can I even carry 2 15-pound babies!?

The thoughts kept racing through my head and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.. I’m 4’9! I’m gonna look huge before my third trimester! What the hell!

As I finished the pizza, the door rang. It was jessie. I got up from my seat, I was stuffed at the time I remember. Every thought in my mind was pointing at the fact that I’m gonna become huge

“j-jessie..”

“tiff what’s wrong? You’re scaring me”

“come on in..”

We both sat on the couch, and I had in my hand the pregnancy test and showed it to her

“omg sweetie! You’re pregnant?!”

“y-yeah…”

“who’s the father?”

“remember Sean? The guy I hooked up last month with?”

“the giant dude? The one that could probably pick you up with his hands?”

“yeah….”

“omg…. Well..holy… shit…”

I nodded, she’s right… I don’t even know if I’ll b able to birth them properly! They might have to open me. Although there is something I won’t be able to deny for long. I’m about to get absolutely massive.

I didn’t even know how I was gonna deal with it. And what if they were twins?! What would happen if I was growing this giant’s super babies?! Fuck!! I’m only a short girl!

My fear wasn’t without reason, the next few weeks I noticed my bump growing, and not at a slow rate. After only 3 weeks I was already showing a small bump. When I went for my first ultra sound after only 2 months, I was already having trouble fitting in my clothes. The baby inside me kept me constantly hungry too so eating was a must. I probably kept stuffing myself for those 2 months every day. I know more than half of the weight I put on was not baby weight.

“nnnngh!! Get. Pass. My. Giant. Butt you stupid jeans!!! Nnghphh…” getting my favorites jeans to fit was a constant struggle, my thighs had become huge. A single one was as thick as both my skinny thighs together.

“come onnnnnnn… why won’t this shirt cover me!!!” my belly was getting amazingly big every day. My shirts were barely able to cover me past my belly button and still my underbelly would be in the wide open. I was fast becoming a pregnant cow eating a sandwich while waddling down the street.

My second ultra sound was the big one. It’s where I found out something I was suspecting after a few months.

“good afternoon miss… Wolfson? That’s a peculiar name..”

“it’s a made up name doc… I changed it..”

“oh that explains it.. well how is momma-to-be today?”

“massive..”

“I can see that and I can see you’re only 3 months in? it’s certainly normal to be your size when you have multiples, specially if you’ve been eating”

“wait… multiples?” I didn’t know what he meant by that! How can I carry more than one 15lbs baby?!

“sure! You didn’t think you were only having one did you? Let me get the machine set up” he moved around the bed getting the ultrasound machine and using the probe to rub this gel on my tum. My belly button was already having a hard time being shallow, soon it would pop. But what worried me were my boobs who went from a b cup all the way to a double D after only 4 months. Still my belly was the one thing that was big enough to cover my feet eliminating any hope I would see them again.

As he used the probe moving it around an image started appearing.

“there I see one head…. 2…”

“2?! Doc are you sure?”

“oh yes and.. oh? Look number 3!”

“3?! Doc I can’t ne carrying three babies!”

“no you’re right because I’m seeing baby number 4 right there”

4!!! 4 babies! Four massive babies growing inside my 4’9 body!! How the hell! He must have had some super sperm or something! Because ain’t no way I was carrying 4 over developed babies!

“d-doc… are you sure?”

“yeah and I think that’s it. Well given your condition you’re gonna have to go into a strict diet and make sure your babies are well fed. At the end of the line you might have to adjust your house or apartment If you don’t have a nurse in order to move around. It can certainly be a challenge and you will most likely be bed bound by the end of it. So please do take necessary precautions to prevent anything from happening”

I could not believe it… I was carrying 4… and not from some skinny 5’7 guy, these were from a 6’7 massive dude that I could tell he was some sort of mutant super baby! And I’m carrying 4 of him!

I immediately went to the first fast food place I could find and ordered 5 of the biggest burger meals they had. Why? Because I need to eat!

My belly was already massive I front of me, but as I ate my belly button started to show up, my shirt riding over it and people just staring. I guess it’s not everyday you see a super pregnant girl eat in public like this.

the more the months passed, the more I grew not only my bump but I also started getting fatter. Way fatter than what I should be. My arms started developing fat around them, my thighs and ass grew and grew more but my belly stuck out so far in front of my it rubbed against the steering wheel of my car every time I drove. It was also getting hard getting through door frames. The skinny 4’9 girl soon became a 300lbs brood mother carrying 60lbs of pure babies.

At my 7 month, it was already getting hard enough to walk around at all. My bump towered over me each morning. All I could see was this mountain of flesh on top of me, my boobs almost smothered me in my sleep. I could not see them but I could tell I started leaking a lot. Not only that but getting around my belly to satisfy my needs was getting to be a challenge too. I had to fit a remote-control vibrator to my bed and lay on it if I needed some release.

I went to see jessie on one occasion, she was so In love with this new form of mine every time we saw each other she would rub lotion on me and talk to my babies about anything.

“oh this one time, your mommy was at the gym and she had a treadmill running competition, she ran 25km in less time that it takes you guys to kick~”

“jessie.. please don’t make them kick… they get rowdy when they start.. and it’s uncomfortable”

“I know.. but I love seeing a kick here and there~…”

At that moment one of them kicked at the surface near my belly button where jessie was and her head went for a joy ride

“aaah!~ haiiii baby! It’s me, aunt jessie!!”

“uuugh…. i.. I think I should be going..”

“okay, just take care of the babies please~”

As I got to the door I notice how close I was to the frame, my figure could barely pass through it. It’s… fuck it’s amazing.

I got into my car, sliding the seat as far back as I could and still my belly was touching the steering wheel. Driving like this was pretty uncomfortable but there was a certain kinky element to it. In the last ew months as I kept growing I’ve been getting more and more in love with my own figure. Every bite, every inconvenience like reaching the top counter or squirming in bed to try and get up was such a turn on that I was staring to get horny at the littlest things.

When I got home I looked into my bag and the horror happened

“w-where are my keys?! D-did I leave them at jessie? i… I don’t wanna drive all the way back, she would probably keep me there another hour…”

In a panic I looked around and saw that my window was open, so I jumped (“jumped”) the bush, waddled myself to my window and opened it. I threw in my purse first with my phone in it. Then as quicky as I got the idea I also did the brilliant thing of trying to get through the window. Yeah, massive quad girl with 350lbs of blubber which 75lbs were just baby was trying to get through a window. That would obviously work (sarcasm)

“nnngh.. c-come on!!! Hhhmpppfff!! Nnngh aaaah!! Get through dammit!!” I kept pulling myself through and I probably should not have done it because eventually… I got stuck…

“aaaumpf!!! G-get assed it come one!! Nnnghpppppppffff aaaha!! Nnngh!” my belly was in all display trying to get through. My ass was sticking through my jeans more than any other time and I could tell my neighbours were looking at me.

Suddenly my babies inside me started shifting, as if they knew mommy needed to squeeze through

“aammmmpppff.. mmmmphph t-that’s it babies.. aahaa.. f-fuck stop moving that much!” the moves and kicks did turn me on severely, so much that if someone passed by and saw my ass sticking out, decide to have their way with me? I would probably beg for it.

“nnnnnngh.. o-okay almost there.. mmmmmmpphh… aaha gggggrrrrrnnnnn”

And just like that the movement inside me was enough to get me passed the tight window. When I did get inside I was so damm horny I desperately tried to get my hands down there. The first thing I did was head straight to the fridge, get something to drink like a weight shake and laid on bed right on top of the vibrator. I hoped to fuck it had batteries because I was not getting up anymore… in fact.. I don’t think I would be able to in about a week..

A request I’ve been meaning to write but never found the time for it. Here it is and I hope you all enjoy it

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Hi Lovie!!!

So I gotta ask, for your fic, are you planning on doing the pregnancy and birthing that JC wrote in the script, a more human birth, or something else entirely????

And if you do go with JC’s bringing style, does Kayla know about??? Or is she gonna be there while Ronal gives birth and then is just absolutely shocked like

Hiii, hun! Short answer: I have no idea 😂

To link what you're referencing to, here's a post I saw recently about it, and if there are more official sources please let me know.

I believe the link is likely a theory and not canon, but I know everyone's talking about it, so now I am, too lol. I am curious about the whole birthing pod/sack we saw in the leaked script and I do have some questions regarding that. Let's get into it:

Is that canon? Is that for sure part of a script for a future film or was it cut from the second one? And are we sure that it's from James Cameron and not just someone on the internet who claims it's the script?

I promise I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just curious. I don't know where the leaked script originally came from, only that everyone was tweeting and blogging about it. Is the source viable? Please someone tell me where it originated from.

So whether or not that birthing pod/sack thing is true, it makes me curious because of this excerpt that's taken from the Atwow Visual Dictionary:

So Metkayina births sound awfully similar to normal water births on Earth, so my question is: is the baby born in the sack/pod first, and then they pop it in the water before bringing the baby up for air? OR, do the Forest Na'vi just have vastly different births compared to the Reef Na'vi? OR the leaked script isn't real and the Na'vi childbirth is the same as humans with possibly a longer gestation period.

An excerpt from Avatar Wiki:

Na'vi are monogamous creatures and the process of their reproduction is similar to Terran mammals, as they do possess genitalia; however, though they nurse their young and possess belly buttons where they were once connected to an umbilical cord, the Na'vi are non-placental, thus the details of their internal biology ...

And while the leaked script states that the mother nurtures the pod, this is also what the wiki has to say:

A female Na’vi will typically produce from one to ten offspring, often spaced widely apart in time. Female Na'vi have two breasts and nurse their infants for up to four months. Directly after birth, newborn Na'vi perform their first instance of tsaheylu with their mother to form a strong emotional bond and with her, then they are brought to the Tree of Souls to connect to the Pandoran collective consciousness for the first time.

In the interview with JC I have linked above, he talks about the mother and child being connected with tsaheylu for the third trimester but doesn't mention the pod/sack in question. From what I understand, the baby is born like a normal mammal in the second trimester and then stays connected to the mother for the third.

All I know is this: Every book source I own for Avatar (both visual dictionaries and the Activist Survival Guide) never mentions the pods/sacks that have been recently brought up. And yes, I know James says he's been changing some of the original lore and what-not, but I'm wondering if this was one of them.

In conclusion: For my fic, I think I've already changed a lot of what JC imagined for pregnancy on Pandora. Since I didn't know how long Na'vi women could be pregnant, I headcanon it to be a long time, which is why Ronal isn't close to giving birth in my fic.

I haven't decided what I'm going to do about it yet, mainly because I'm hesitant about whether or not the "leaked script" is viable or not. I'm excited for A3 regardless because it's likely going to be answering A LOT of questions for us 😂

[cellard0ors]

The next few weeks are a whirlwind of activity.

Mainly of the sexual variety.

Laura will turn to Travis at the oddest of times for satisfaction - random 4am wake ups, after breakfast, during a walk - one time she called him at the office and begged him to come home early.

Honestly, it didn't take much begging.

(cut for length)

Not to mention it's been nice...being so wanted.

Travis has had her over almost every surface of their shared home. The dining room table, over the back of the couch, in the front doorway, against the wall in the living room, the backseat AND front seats of his car AND her car...

Anywhere and everywhere Laura's asked, he's answered. They've had to get creative with positions as she's started to fill out and Travis doesn't know what it says about him that her growing belly just turns him on more.

There's just something about the idea that she's with his child that drives him insane. She's glowing and beautiful and she's already pregnant, but sometimes when he's with her, he whispers in her ear in the lowest and darkest of tones how he wishes he could get her pregnant again or more or some nonsensical thing that's arousing as fuck when they're screwing, but outside of the bedroom seems weird.

Apparently she's not the only one with weird hormonal ticks.

He also tries to do what she asked of him. To speak to her. Travis feels rusty as hell at it, but he starts small - asking how her day went, telling her about some of the cases he's worked on, asking her about animals that have come through the vet - things of that nature.

Travis is talking to Laura, trying to create a connection, lay down some real groundwork for some type of relationship - friendship at the very least.

And while his plans haven't changed, he's started to think about how, maybe - just maybe - he can be a part of his kid's life.

He'll never be as close as a real father should be - that's too dangerous. Even an uncle is too much to hope for - look what happened there!

But, if he can at least offer support of some kind, he'll give it. Like a godfather or a close family friend or something.

And while it IS galling to think of some man stepping into Laura's life to fill the role of husband, to be the man in his child's life - Travis knows it's the right thing to do

He's too old, too set in his ways, too...poisonous. He'd bring nothing but pain to the both of them. He's a bad omen, a lodestone that weighs heavy around the necks of those he loves.

So, this is for the best.

But then it happens.

Laura's wild libido is finally starting to trickle down as she gets closer to her third trimester. She's round enough now that tying her shoes is a struggle and Travis hates to admit, but: it's cute.

Very cute.

She waddles around and glares at him, but mainly because he can't seem to stop smiling at things that bug her. Like when she drops a dishtowel and struggles to pick it up or when she asks for wacky food combinations.

They've been dutifully going to doctor's appointments and doing what needs to be done to check on the health of the growing fetus. To Travis it's all been very clinical.

He's seen ultrasounds (they look like weird playdough blobs) and heard the heartbeat (all echoed out and wonky) and nothing has really effected him.

Until the day the baby moves.

Laura is just a little past her twentieth week. She's on the sofa lying down, watching television, when she lets out a little gasp and sits up. Travis, who was sitting nearby looking over some files at the coffee table, frowns, "You okay?"

Laura shakes her head and runs her hands all over her belly then gasps again. She looks up at Travis with wide eyes, "I think I felt them kick."

Travis remembers Laura asking the doctor why she hadn't felt anything in particular so far and she'd been reassured that some first time pregnancies are like this - that not feeling movement until week twenty is natural.

He'd seen her chew over this with worry and done his best to comfort her - something he felt wildly unqualified to do. Travis Hackett wasn't known for his bedside manner.

But he did his best and now here she is, looking both alarmed and happy. Whatever she felt must happen again, because she lets out a surprised yelp and then turns to him with the most dazzling smile, "They're moving!"

"Okay." Travis goes for casual, because he's not sure how else to react. Laura just continues shaking her head and rubbing her belly like it's the most marvelous thing that's ever happened to her.

"I'll be honest - I thought I'd feel like it was gross or something - this living being moving around, but it's actually-?!" Laura just laughs, "It's unbelievable."

She waves to him, "C'mon! Come over! You have to feel this!"

"Laura, I don't-?" And Travis feels immensely uncomfortable. He remembers when Amelia was pregnant and how Chris talked about how cool it was. Travis had never gotten the appeal.

He also had never been happy when Caleb or Kaylee had been shuffled his way when they were infants, but he'd done his best.

Once older, his niece and nephew grew to mean a lot to him - but as babies he'd just been awkward around them. He can't imagine it'll be any different here

But Laura's gesturing him over like mad and he feels an obligation to comply, so he does. He puts his hand on her belly and feels nothing.

At first.

Then there's the slightest movement under his fingertips. It doesn't feel like a kick. But there's...motion - a gentle press and pull and press again and the sensation of it makes his breath catch.

His baby...his child... they're reaching out to him...

Laura lets out a watery laugh and runs a careful hand over one of his shoulders, "You okay there, Sheriff? This too much for you?"

"It's not-? I'm not-?" Comes out shaky and broken and then he feels a thumb along his cheek, "Your crying."

"I'm what?" He asks and he can see her thumb is wet and he realizes some tears must have come from him somehow and he clears his throat, draws back from it all and rubs at his face, doing his best to return to some form of stoicism, "Oh. Yeah. Guess so."

"I get it." Laura knuckles at her own tears, "Though, to be fair, my emotions are all over the place. Yesterday I cried because I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and the purple looked so bright against the bread. It was weird "

"Yeah...weird." it comes out slow, halting, and Laura's too distracted at the idea of feeling the baby move again to recognize Travis's internal meltdown.

This has gone on too long. It's gone too far.

He has to start pulling up his stakes - now. Before it's too late. This in mind he gets up and takes his work with him to another room. He puts away his files and finds the local paper and starts frantically flipping through it, looking for apartments, for rooms to rent - anything.

He has to get out of here.

Travis has to get out. To protect Laura, to protect the baby. Travis has to be gone. It's the only way they'll be safe. He tears through the paper, circling promising ads and then he turns to the internet.

Travis starts planning and he starts planning fast.

Because he doesn't have a lot of time left and honestly, horrifyingly, he's legitimately worried that it's already too late.

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SERIES || My destiny

Chapter 8: lie

pairing : taehyung x f.reader

genre : angst?, fluff?

warnings : none I guess, maybe jimin just teasing his best friend, frustrated!yoongi

words count : 1.5k

A/N : hello, boring chapter here, sorry. I was a bit tired but I wanted to continue a bit. Hopefully the next chapters will be interesting. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. - have a nice sunday guys love y’all - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED

SERIES MASTERLIST

Weeks had passed and your morning sickness was long forgotten.

It happened that sometimes you felt a bit dizzy but nothing too serious. The doctor reassured you saying it was totally normal.

You were in your first trimester, about 10-11 weeks already. It's been around three months since you're pregnant.

Time was going so fast to you. Your little belly started really showing up, anxiety making its presence about what people could think of you.

Yoongi and you went shopping these last two weeks, to buy more oversized clothes to cover your body a bit more.

"in a month and a half my exams start." you reminded Yoongi.

"I know but don't worry too much about it. Everything's gonna be fine." he took your hand gently in his.

[ YOONGI’S OFFICE ]

"yoongi." someone called from the other side of the office’s door.

"go away." your brother groaned irritated.

The doors swam open abruptly, revealing a quiet Jimin making Yoongi frowned.

The usually smiling boy glanced quickly over at your sleeping figure on the couch, a thin blanket covering you.

"we need to talk." he approached Yoongi.

"sit. talk. and go work. But if you're gonna talk about what you did this weekend just get out, I don't have time for that." he said firmly.

He put his pen down on his desk waiting for Jimin to speak.

"It's about y/n." he muttered.

"ok listen." Yoongi started softly.

"you know, I really appreciate you Jimin. You’re my friend, literally a brother to me. And she also really appreciates you, but I don't think she feels the same way-"

"what the heck are you talking about bro? It's not that. she's like a sister for me. I, personally, don't feel something like that for her, don't worry about that."

"oh sorry, go on then." he gestured for him to continue.

"what's with her these days? She's different." Jimin trailed out feeling sad.

"She's kinda distant with us. She only stays with you. it's like she's avoiding us. Did we do something? Did I do something? I kinda, you know, I miss her. She's my friend and I'm worried." Jimin sighed deeply.

"oh, hm, well she's just really stressed these days. Her exams are coming soon so yea, she's busy too. Sometimes I help her learn, that's why she's always with me and she ends up sleeping there, like you can see, because of how tired she is."

Jimin stared at his friend, not trusting his words.

He knew something was off, but what?

And why his friend had to lie? It's definitely important and he has to find out. He wanted to be there for them if they needed.

He hummed standing up from his seat as he walked to the doors without a words making Yoongi throw his head back in frustration.

"fuck it."

[ 2 hours later ]

"wake up woman, it's time to go home."

Yoongi lightly shook your tired body making you groaned. You opened your eyes, seeing your brother with his bag ready to leave.

"did I sleep that much?" you sighed as you stretch your sore muscles.

"yea you lazy potato." Yoongi said poking your cheek before helping you standing up from the couch and collect your belongings.

You were walking to the elevator alone when you bumped with someone.

"oh I'm sorry! are you ok? oh y/n? are you alone?" the tall man looked down at your tired form.

"it's ok, it was my fault I wasn't looking where I was going, and no I'm waiting for Yoongi, he forgot something in his office." you talked playing with your fingers.

Taehyung noticed your nervousness as he put his hand on your shoulder gently.

"don't be nervous around me please." he said softly making you look up at him, your cheeks warming up.

"I’m-"

"y/n, I'm here." you saw your brother approaching you.

"oh Tae you're still here?"

"yes I just finished, I'm heading home." he pressed the button to open the elevator's doors, gesturing you and his friend to enter first.

"y/n, you seem exhausted do you want some water to freshen up? I have a bottle of water in my bag." the gentleman offered but you shook your head smiling shyly.

"it's ok t-thank you, I'm not really thirsty, I'm just sleepy. But thank you again." Taehyung smiled before nodding.

You cursed yourself for stuttering.

Yoongi observed you, why do you seemed .. embarrassed?

no, not embarrassed. nervous? shy?

He couldn't point a finger on it but your behavior seemed different from earlier. He let it slid as he yawned loudly startling you and Taehyung.

"Be careful on your way home guys." Taehyung waved as he walked to his car.

"You too." Yoongi said putting his arm around your shoulder guiding you to his car.

   [ TAEHYUNG'S HOUSE ]

Jimin sipped on his cold beer before talking.

"man, this dude is so annoying. he literally sent me a novel. If only I didn't open his e-mail. now I've to read it before friday." the boy complained to his best friend whom was lost in his thoughts.

Like usual, Jimin would come over at Taehyung’s for no specific and valid reasons. Most of the time, he came to complain about his life or either spend time drinking with Taehyung to "relax".

"and this morning this jerk stole my coffee, I just want to break his fingers one by one." Jimin put his beer on the coffee table exasperated as he let his head rest on the back of the couch.

"Taehyung are you listening to me?"

Jimin looked over at his friend looking into the void.

"ah yea yea sorry."

"what are you thinking about?" his best friend crossed his legs staring at him.

"no one." he looked at Jimin's empty can.

"so you're thinking about someone-"

"your can is empty, I'm gonna take more from the fridge quickly." the man stood up abruptly walking to his kitchen.

Giving the beer to his short friend, the tall man let his body dropped on his sofa.

"you think I forgot you huh? so tell me who you were thinking about!" Jimin insisted excited.

"argh, Jimin i was just thinking about work."

"nah man you said "no one", so you were definitely thinking about someone!"

"my father."

"so you're telling me you're blushing while thinking of your dad." Jimin said playfully making his friend sighed heavily.

"sooooo???" he leaned toward Taehyung.

"no one." he groaned.

"It's y/n, isn't it?" 

Jimin smirked at the heavy silence, his friend's cheeks turning a deep red as his grip on the beer's can tightened.

"I was so fucking sure!" Jimin laughed loudly.

"you love her, don't you?"  he smiled widely at his flustered friend.

"stop saying non-sense J-"

"non-sense my ass! I've seen the way you look at her. The day you met for the first time you were literally drooling on the table. And when you dropped your water on me, it's because she looked at you hmm?" Jimin bit his lips trying to maintain his excitement.

Taehyung huffed as he threw a pillow at the overexcited boy.

"aw my best friend is in love!" Jimin sang happily.

"yah stop! In love .. is way too much." Taehyung gulped his drink frustrated.

"maybe, I say maybe... I find her pretty cute."

"anddddddd??" Jimin smiled widely.

"She's just .. interesting. I admire her. That's it." he finally admitted putting the empty can on the floor.

Jimin sat closer to him and pat his shoulder.

"she's someone really nice, so I understand why you fell for her." he said softly.

"you'd look good together not gonna lie." Taehyung slapped his hand away.

"shut up."

They continued eating their noodles until Jimin spoke again.

"what are you gonna do?"

"nothing."

"why?"

"yoongi." he continued, munching his food.

"what about him? He's not gonna be the one cuddling you." Jimin teased wiggling his eyebrows.

"Jimin I'm warning you!"

"you scared of him? You shouldn't, he'll understand."

"but it's not only that. It's her. what if she doesn't feel the same?" Taehyung nibbled on his bottom lip nervously.

"let's find out then." Jimin laid down on the couch comfortably grabbing the remote to turn the tv on.

"what do you mean?"

"let's finish the drama we started, shall we?"

                       [ MIN'S RESIDENCE ]

"Yoongi, are you ok?" you asked worried as you approached the tired man.

"yes, I’m fine don’t worry." he forced a smile.

You handed him a glass of water as you sat next to him. He thanked you, gulping the cold liquid.

"you can’t lie." you mumbled making Yoongi scoff.

"tell me what happened, please. If you don’t want me to worry about you." you pursed your lips expectantly making your brother groan.

"gosh you’re stubborn huh." he let a breathy laugh escaped from his mouth.

"got it from you dear brother." you grinned.

"Jimin came earlier in my office when you were sleeping and he asked about you." he started making you furrow your eyebrows getting curious.

"what did he asked?"

"he was wondering why you’re so distant with them. he’s thinking he probably did something but I denied and told him you were just tired and stressed because of your exams." Yoongi sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he rest his head back.

"do you think he believed you?" he bit on your lip feeling unsure about all that.

"Yea I think he did." he shrugged.

"you bad at lying so I’m kinda worried now. What if he discover what’s going on?" you gulped.

"hey no. don’t worry. we will find a way to avoid that hm." he took your hand in his gently reassuring you.

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A/N : sorry i know this part seemed boring. I’ll try to write something better for the next part. Love y’all .

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[thisischannelab3]

by Al Bruno III

Don't squirm so much my wee one. Don’t struggle. Let me hold you close while I work up my nerve. Only a day old and you're fighting to live, well so am I. Isn't that what we all want in the end? Life, a warm place to sleep and a full belly. Well, that's what you've got and what do I have? Nothing I'm just a middle aged man, used up and waiting to die.

Just like you, not that you realize what's coming next of course.

Then again maybe you do understand, you may be blind and confused but maybe you do know somehow. Is that why you keep trying to get free?

This is all because of Eve. We had known each other since college. She was already halfway towards becoming a lawyer and I was a well respected graduate student. You should have seen her. She was so damn beautiful with creamy skin- just like yours. I first saw her in the college library, I was so smitten that I followed her home. Just to see if she was married or living with a boyfriend or something like that. I spent the next few days tracking her, learning whatever I could and once I was sure I knew enough to pass for her soulmate I made my move.

I played my cards just right and won her heart. It was a whirlwind romance, the kind of thing you'll never know my wee one. Maybe that's just as well, maybe if you could you'd thank me for sparing you the heartbreak.

Even now I don't know what went wrong. Was I too agreeable? Too clingy? It doesn't matter. She found someone else. The breakup was an ugly thing, uglier than you my wee one.

She tried to be gentle, she told me we could still be friends. I was so angry, I said terrible things but in the end I took her up on the offer of friendship and hoped she might come to her senses.

I'll never understand women. They're called the fairer sex but everything they do is unfair. How is it time and time again they're drawn to the wrong men? Why couldn't she see that her new boyfriend was all wrong for her? And why for God's sake did she marry him.

Now don't get me wrong, I tried to move on. There were other towns, other girls and no matter how much I learned about them before I made my move I never got as far as I had with Eve.

Was that why I kept coming back to my home town? Was that why I stayed her friend even though the sight of that ring on her finger left my skull pounding with rage?

Calm down now my wee one. I might drop you if you keep struggling so. Is that what you want?

I stayed her friend, I prayed for her to divorce but then it got worse. They were tears of joy in her eyes when she told me she was pregnant. I smiled at the news but in the back of my mind I was calling her a bitch. She never cried for me but she had a fountain of tears for a baby that wasn't even born yet. A baby that at this point was just a lump of cells no better than a tumor.

Some say life begins at conception but I don’t think it begins until you have your first real thought. Until then your just a thing that eats and crawls mindlessly.

It was during her final trimester that I decided something radical needed to be done. I would steal her little baby and I would keep it away until she promised to leave her husband and love me forever.

We would raise the child together. Even though it was another man's I would raise it as my own.

Thanks to things like email and her husband's Facebook page I knew when Eve started to go into labor. I waited about twenty-four hours, and then made my move.

As always I had done my homework, I knew the hospital's routine. I went at night, wearing stolen scrubs and an official-looking ID badge.

I made my way to the nursery convinced that no suspicious eyes would turn my way. I suppose love blinded me in that respect. I barely had the baby in my arms before someone raised an alarm. Escape wasn't easy but I managed to get out of the building. Then I found myself in the middle of a car chase. I knew I could evade the police if I made it to the state park and drove with my headlights off.

The crash was a directionless blur, I thought I was running parallel to the ravine but I ended up careening right into it.

Now here I am, pinned in my car with broken bones poking through the flesh of my legs. I had dared everything and I came away empty handed. Doubtlessly Eve and her husband are cooing over their baby and cursing me for what I had tried to do.

I'm not sure why no one has found me yet, I mean they must be looking but it's been two days and I'm still waiting alone.

Well, I was waiting alone until you came along. The flies must have laid you while I was drifting in and out of consciousness but now my wounded legs are crawling with maggots.

This isn't cruelty, it's just that I'm so hungry and you’re all I have. I'm going to eat you first and then once I’ve gotten the taste for it your brothers and sisters will be joining you by the handful.

I'm going to live through this, and somehow I'm going to get my Eve back.

Somehow. Somehow I'll do it.

Just don't squirm so much my wee one. Don't struggle.

[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Seventy Seven

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends <3

So glad you enjoyed the last chapter <3 As always, your love for this version of them makes me so happy.

I...will probably get yelled at a little for this chapter. And I deserve it...

As always, let me know what you think!

-x-

Words: 3k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily huffs out a breath as she turns sideways in the mirror, her hands plucking at the material of her dress in an attempt to make it lay differently. She groans as it gathers in the same way again, hanging over a curve that looks obvious to her as she runs her hands over her bump.

“How do I look so pregnant already?” She asks, her eyes meeting her husband’s in the mirror, “I’m only 13 weeks.” 

He smiles as he steps up behind her, his hands on her belly as he encourages her backwards, his lips pressed against her temple as her back meets his chest, “Remember what Doctor Gibson said” he says, his lips still against her skin, “It’s normal for a second pregnancy,” he smiles as she rests her head against his shoulder and looks up at him, “Your body already knows what it’s doing.” 

She hums, turning her head to kiss his jaw, “I just don’t want her to notice immediately.” 

It’s a reminder of a moment from almost 2 years ago when they originally planned on telling Elizabeth that Emily was pregnant with Lily. Aaron knows her anxieties are born from that, from the reminder of what had happened to her relationship with her mother during her first pregnancy and not because she’s worried about how she looked. She loved being pregnant, he knew that, and she’d feel better once she was past this final hurdle of telling her mother. 

“She won’t be able to tell,” he says, stamping a kiss against her lips.

She hums in disbelief, “Spencer asked if we were having twins when we told the team,” she deadpans, raising an eyebrow when he laughs, her smile widening when he clears his throat to try to cover his reaction. She’d been strangely relieved when the doctor confirmed she was only pregnant with one baby at her 12-week scan. She didn’t want her pregnancy to be any more complicated than it needed to be, her hope to have the birth she wanted this time still burning bright. 

“That’s because for a genius he rarely thinks before he speaks,” Aaron replies, his hands on her hips as he turns her in his embrace, his smile encouraging before he leans in to kiss her, “You look beautiful.” 

She beams at him and shakes her head, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “If you keep this up you’re so getting lucky when we get home,” she scrunches her nose up, “As long as whatever Mom’s chef has made for dinner doesn’t make me sick.”  Overall her nausea was better since she’d tipped over into her second trimester, but there were still certain triggers, mostly food related, that would make her feel like she’d been hit by a truck. And she’d once literally been hit by a truck. She leans forward and rests her forehead against his chest, breathing him in, grateful that she could handle the smell of his cologne again, and she sighs, “Can’t we just stay here?” 

He chuckles and kisses the top of her head, his hand on her back as he runs soothing circles up and down it, “Come on, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her head again, “The sooner we get there, the sooner we can come home.” 

She groans, “You’re right,” she pulls back to look at him, fake irritation in her eyes, “Why do you always have to be so damn reasonable?” She smiles when he winks at her, “You’re right,” she sighs, stepping away from him and looking herself over in the mirror again, “Plus, she’s cancelled on me a couple of times recently - I want to make sure she’s okay.” 

He feels concern lick at his insides, a brief flame of worry and pre-emptive anger at the mention of Elizabeth’s recent flakiness. It reminded him too much of when she started drinking again when Emily was pregnant with Lily, and a part of him he couldn’t ignore was worried she’d relapsed. He hadn’t verbalised his concern to his wife, not wanting to do anything to damage the already tenuous relationship between mother and daughter, the foundations still shaky from when they’d got back on speaking terms only a few months ago, and he hoped more than anything that he was wrong. 

Their relationship wouldn’t survive it this time. It would finally pull it under, break Emily’s resolve to try and fix anything, her desire to put her family first, their children, the most important thing to her. 

He shakes it off for now and wraps his arm around her shoulders as he leads her towards the bedroom door, “If you can’t eat whatever she serves I’ll take you to whatever fast food place you want on the way home.”

She smiles gratefully, “You know what sounds so good right now?” She asks idly, linking her fingers through his over her shoulder, her smile widening when he shakes his head, “Those huge pickles you can get at the farmers market.” 

He furrows his brows as he thinks of every time they’d ever eaten burgers together, how she’d pick the offending topping off of hers and slip them onto his plate without comment, “You hate pickles.” 

She scoffs at him, “Yeah but the baby doesn’t,” she says like it’s obvious, as if she hadn’t once refused to kiss him until he brushed his teeth after he ate one of the pickles from the farmers market in question, “Maybe they get it from you.”

She smiles at him, and he knows he’d fill their fridge with the damn pickles if it makes her happy. 

___

Aaron’s concern peaks the moment they arrive. 

Elizabeth looks tired. Sick almost. For the first time since he’d met her, she looked her age, older in fact, and he knows Emily sees it too. 

Her shoulders get tighter the moment she hugs her mother, picking up immediately on how she seems to have lost weight, her frame almost delicate as she hugs her daughter back. She tries to ask if she’s okay but Elizabeth brushes her off, claiming she’s just tired after a long day at work, and she decides to leave the matter alone, well aware that her desire to not talk about something until she is ready had come from somewhere. 

They talk about Lily and Jack as they eat, Emily’s focus switching back and forth between her nausea and her mother’s own barely touched dinner. Aaron’s plate is the only one that is empty when they are cleared away and Emily turns down dessert, the idea of the rich chocolate cake she’s offered enough to turn her stomach. 

She waits her mother out, hoping that she’ll tell her whatever is going on, but in the end, her curiosity wins out, her joy about her pregnancy stuck in her throat. Her happiness feeling nothing short of misplaced in the atmosphere around them that she can’t name. 

“Mother, what’s going on?”

Elizabeth’s shoulders visibly tighten, along with her grip on her glass of water, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She sighs, her eyebrows raised as she tries again, “Mom.”

There’s a beat of silence and Elizabeth nods, sighing herself before she starts, “I haven’t been well,” she says, her eyes fixed on the table for a moment before she clears her throat, a look on her face that was the closest she’d ever been to vulnerable, “And there’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it,” she presses her lips together, her jaw tight, “I’m in kidney failure.” 

Emily chokes on a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob before she can stop it, the pressure of it cracking her ribs from the inside out as she shakes her head. She covers her mouth with her hand, only aware of the way her mother was looking at her across the table, and Aaron’s hand sneaking onto her knee, a reassuring squeeze that brings her back to herself. 

“What…how?” She chokes out, even though she already knows the answer, the anger she thought she'd buried over her mother’s alcoholism rearing its ugly head, burning her from the inside out as she clenches her jaw tightly to keep it in. 

“My doctor says that the alcohol caused irreversible damage,” Elizabeth says, something Emily would call shame if she was looking at someone else flickering in her eyes, “I’ve started dialysis already. But the only solution is a transplant.” 

It feels like the air is sucked out of the room, the weight of expectation familiar and overwhelming as it lies on her shoulders. The unasked question lingers between them, and she feels Aaron tense next to her, a much-needed reminder that she wasn’t alone this time. She looks at him, sees the way he’s holding himself together, and she knows it’s taking all of his self-control to not tell her mother off for putting her in this situation again. She’s grateful that he keeps his long-standing promise to not get between her and her mother, that the only thing he does is tighten his grip on her leg under the table.  

She feels like she’s been thrown back in time, like it was half a lifetime ago and she’d just made the decision to give up a lobe of her liver because what other choice was there. This time it’s not that simple and Emily was sure it wouldn’t be even if she wasn’t pregnant. She can’t allow herself to wonder if it’s selfish or not, if she should feel bad that even if she knew she could she wasn’t sure she would give a part of herself to her mother again. 

She always gave her so much. So much patience. So much room and so many allowances for her behaviour that she only let fly because she was her mother. She’d given her a piece of her liver and she’d even thrown that away by doing the one thing she’d promised she never would.

Emily wasn’t sure she had anything else left to give. 

“Mom-”

“I know it’s a lot to ask-”

“I’m pregnant,” she blurts out, none of the finesse she’d practised in the announcement anywhere to be seen. Her words hang heavily in the air between them, thick and cloying and entirely the opposite of how she’d wanted it to be. She clears her throat and looks at Aaron, linking her fingers through his on her knee, “That’s what we wanted to tell you tonight. We’re having another baby.” 

She knows she doesn’t have to say anything else, that her implication is clear, that she can’t help this time, and they fall into silence again.

___

He isn’t surprised when he finds her in the nursery. 

When they got home he’d left her to it, the silence of the car journey home awkward and heavy, everything he wanted to say to comfort her stuffed back into his lungs. The moment they got in the house she’d walked upstairs, a half-hearted excuse that she wanted to change into her pjyamas thrown over her shoulder as she barely looked back at him. He hears the door he knows to be the nursery, the squeak of the hinges he keeps meaning to oil giving her away immediately. 

He gives her time before he follows her up. He takes his time doing chores and cleaning up the kid's toys before he finally heads up the stairs. He makes sure he’s quiet when he pushes the door to the nursery open and he smiles softly at his wife when he sees her sitting on the love seat they kept in there, Lily fast asleep and content in her arms, her cheek squished against her mother’s chest. 

“Hi,” Emily says quietly, shifting so her cheek is on top of Lily’s head, her eyes drifting closed as she breathes in the scent of her shampoo. 

“Hi,” he replies, staying in the doorway, “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

She smiles at the offer, love for him chasing away the ache in her chest, and she shakes her head, “No,” she says, opening her eyes, “I don’t want you to leave me alone.”

He nods and closes the door behind him, wincing at the squeak of the hinge, his lips pressed together as his wife raises her eyebrow at him, “I will fix that tomorrow.” 

She hums as he sits next to her on the love seat, their thighs pressed together as she moves towards him, seeking him out without even thinking about it, “Sure, honey.” 

There’s nothing malicious in her tone, nothing but gentle disbelief, but he makes a mental note not to put it off anymore. To fix something that could be fixed. He turns his head and kisses her temple, “I promise.” 

She lets herself sink into the comfort of Lily against her chest and Aaron’s arm around the two of them, the thoughts that had been tumbling around her head finally coming to a stop, “I thought she was drinking again.” 

She’s spoken so quietly he barely hears her and he shifts so he’s looking at her, his finger hooked under her chin as he encourages her to look up at him, “What did you say, sweetheart?” 

“I thought she was drinking again,” she says again, sighing as she shakes her head, “She’s been acting strangely lately and that’s the first place my brain went.” 

“Mine too,” he admits, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger on her cheek, “I didn’t want to say anything because I hoped I was wrong.” 

She nods, her smile sad as she thinks about how similar they were, how perfect he was for her in so many ways, “It might sound insane, but this feels worse somehow,” she admits, swallowing thickly as she says what she’d been thinking since her mother’s revelation, “If she was drinking again I’d know what to do. I’d know where we’d stand going forward. It would be…”

She trails off, her jaw tight as he watches her eyes get shinier. He strokes her cheek again, catching a tear the moment it falls, “Easier.” 

“Yeah,” she jokes out, a hysterical laugh caught in her chest, “It would be over. I wouldn’t be able to have a relationship with her anymore, but it would be easier, “This…” she shakes her head and laughs dryly, “This is so complicated,” her eyes meet his and her chin tremble, “She could die, Aaron. And the worst thing is even if I wasn’t pregnant I don’t know if I’d do it,” she wipes her cheek as another tear falls, “And I know addiction is complicated,” pausing when the familiarity of the conversation makes her momentarily breathless, a memory of the conversation they had when her mother relapsed hitting her with full force, “But I’m so angry at her for doing this to herself, for putting us all in this situation.” 

“It’s completely normal to feel that way, sweetheart,” he assures her, his smile encouraging as he continues to stroke her cheek, “You’re allowed to be angry. You saved her life once before and she did the one thing she promised she wouldn’t. And not only that, she threw what you’d done for her back in your face like it was nothing,” his lips quirk up into a half, sad, smile, “Even if you could do it again and wanted to I’m not sure I’d want you to. I know it’s your body and your decision…”

She smiles at him as he drifts off and she leans up to kiss him, her lips soft against his as she holds Lily still against her, “I know what you mean,” she blows out a breath, “When will everything just be less complicated?” 

“Probably never,” he replies, smiling when she groans, “But at least we have each other.” 

She nods, stamping her lips against his again, “Always.” 

“Always,” he repeats, kissing her once more before he encourages her to snuggle up against him, tucking her and Lily against his side, “I could always get tested. See if I’m a match-”

“No,” she says firmly, her tone surprising him a little, “The last time you were in the hospital was after everything with Foyet…” her voice catches, her emotions and hormones getting the better of her like they always did these days, “I can’t go through you being in the hospital again and everything it will bring up if I can avoid it, especially not when I’m pregnant. I just can’t-”

“Okay,” he assures her, cutting her off as she starts to sound like she’s pleading with him, the sound of her desperation a physical blow to his chest. He kisses her temple, his grip on her arm tightening, “Okay, sweetheart. We won’t go down that road.”

The breath she lets out is shaky and she nods against him, her forehead against his shoulder, “I love you for even thinking about it,” she says, “But this isn’t your issue to fix. Or mine,” she swallows thickly, “We’ll help where we can but…this time I draw the line at donating body parts.” 

He hums and they fall into something close to contented silence, the only sound in the room Lily’s breathing. Eventually, Emily yawns, the emotional toll of the evening catching up with her, and Aaron kisses the top of her head.

“Do you want me to put her down for you?” He asks, his hand over hers on Lily’s back. He isn’t surprised when she shakes her head. 

“Not yet,” she says, tilting her head to look up at him, “I want to sit her with her for a bit if that’s okay.”

He nods, unable to deny her anything, “We can sit here as long as you want.” 

She smiles, “I love you. I…I wouldn’t want to do any of this, the good or the bad, with anyone else.” 

He kisses her forehead, then her nose and then her cheek, smiling when it draws a genuine laugh out of her like he knew it would. “I love you too. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else either.” 

[biteofcherry]

but mafia!steve PLS 🫠🔥🫠🔥😌

Nesting

mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; forced relationship; unplanned pregnancy; 

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With a smile on your face, you tucked the envelope inside your handbag. A precious picture you were so scared to see at first, but now it filled you with warmth and love. 

Well, your morning sickness definitely didn’t fill you with any positive feelings, but the doctor said they should lessen in a few weeks, once you start your second trimester. It was all still so new, so fragile to consider its development. But you already hoped for the best. 

You tossed into the bin the paper towels with which you wiped the ultrasound gel off your belly and put your jacket on. The nurse waiting outside smiled at you, gave you a stack of leaflets and a list of necessary appointments.

She directed you to the main reception, so you could book the next needed one. 

Just as you were writing down in your calendar the date of the next ultrasound, the lady behind the desk remembered something and said to you:

“Oh, I almost forgot! Your husband is waiting for you outside.”

You stared at her, confused. She had to mistake you for someone else, clearly.

“Husband? I don’t-”

“Yes.” She beamed. “Handsome fellow, but it seems he’s just as scared of clinics as the rest of men.” She laughed.

“You sure he’s here for me?” You asked hesitantly, an idea of who might it be already forming in your head. Terrifying you. 

“I’m sure. He gave all the information on you.” The woman’s face flashed solemn, her tone professional as she assured you of the thorough check. “I admit, even my own mom sometimes forgets what year I was born in.” 

“Thank you.” You forced out a smile, but your heart was hammering in fear.

You have no idea how he found you. Even less how he got so much detailed information about you. But then again, you shouldn’t be surprised now that you knew who he was.

Steven Grant Rogers. 

The ruthless head of the New York mafia who was more lethal than a viper already sinking its teeth in your ankle. 

And who, to you, was just a very hot man you hooked up with a month and half ago. 

You met Steve in a fancy club your friends booked a booth at - apparently it was a club so exclusive getting a booth in it was nearly impossible. Now you understood why. 

You’re not sure why you caught his attention when there were so many beautiful women in the place that night. But three flutes of Prosecco in and you were bolder than usual. You agreed to accompany him in his VIP booth while your friends went crazy on the dancefloor.

He disarmed you with his focus on you, his eyes never straying to any other woman. A charming gentleman who made you melt with the few moments of movie-like fairytale feeling. 

And when he whispered into your ear how he wants to eat you out until you pass out from pleasure, you almost spread your legs for him right there in the club.

Steve took you to his place - an elegant penthouse, in a building you later learned belonged to him. A one night stand turned into whole weekend of him fucking you senseless and spoiling you with fancy food delivered to his apartment. 

He also made you do the most depraved things; no one else has ever made you come just from fingering your ass and talking dirty to you. 

Like he promised each time he was buried in your cunt, Steve filled you to the brim. 

You leaked his cum even as you got home late on a Sunday afternoon - Steve’s driver dropping you off in front of your modest flat. 

The result of his filling woke you up a few weeks later, making you vomit your guts out each morning. With your period being unusually late there was only one explanation. 

At first, after you confirmed the pregnancy with your doctor, you planned on telling Steve. One night or not, he had a right to know. But you didn’t have his number, nor did you remember the exact address where he lived. So you googled him.

And the articles made your head spin. 

You thought it’s a misunderstanding. Just a coincidence, but then one of your friends complained to you about her boyfriend - a cop - being angry that you went to a mob-owned club. 

Further prodding revealed that The Shield club belonged to Steven Rogers himself.

You could no longer fool yourself with coincidences and similar names. In an instant you made a decision to never put your foot anywhere near the club and to hide from everyone who exactly was your baby’s co-creator. 

So as you kept it to yourself, building a lie (not so far from the truth) about it being a result of a reckless one night stand, you started to forget about the real father. Sometimes you even calmed yourself by repeating he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it anyway. 

But there couldn’t be anyone else claiming to come for you by posing as your husband. And Steve had the influence to learn all the details about you, if he wished. 

You cast a glance at the main entrance. He was waiting for you there. To do who knows what to you. 

If he didn’t want the baby being born and you refused to get rid of it… a man like him would simply get rid of you to erase the problem.

Perhaps you didn’t stand a chance against the power of someone like Steve Rogers, but you could try saving yourself and postponing the inevitable. For a little while, at least.

Pivoting on your heel, you went in the opposite direction. You didn’t know if there’s a back exit and you feared asking anyone, but the restroom you used earlier had a window facing the park and it was only on the high ground floor, so the risk was minimal.  

You smiled at a woman who was washing her hands when you entered and pretended to lock yourself in the stall. When you heard the door closing after her, you left the stall and opened the window. 

You dropped your bag first, then sat on the windowsill and swung your legs over it. Carefully, you lowered yourself down, hands clutching onto the edge. You took a deep breath and let go, landing softly on your feet without much trouble. 

“Shouldn’t be doing that in your state, sweetheart.” 

A smooth voice startled you. 

A familiar voice.  

You could still recall the praises he moaned in your ear when you trembled beneath him. 

You turned around sharply, heart jumping to your throat as you faced him. 

Steve stood a few steps away from you, his back resting against the side of the sleek, black car parked on the sidewalk. Dark aviators shaded his blue eyes, but you knew he was watching you like a hawk, ready to react if you fled. 

You frowned, surprised to see him here, considering the receptionist told you your husband was waiting at the front. 

You looked in the direction where he was supposed to be. Steve’s chuckle drew your attention back to him.

“Fawns like you are predictable.” He said with a smirk. 

“Now, come on,” he called your name as he moved to the side, opening the car door, “get inside.”

You didn’t even stir. You simply couldn’t, frozen in place out of fear and shock. A thought of running passed through your mind, but you were never a fast runner and you predicted Steve would be more pissed if he had to chase you. 

That he would catch you was undeniable. With his long legs and stamina that drove you into almost passing out a few times.

Steve sighed when you didn’t follow his order. 

Unhurriedly, he walked over to where you trembled, plastered against the coarse, concrete siding of the building. He crouched down to pick your bag then slowly straightened. 

Fuck, you didn’t remember him being this tall and broad. 

Steve slid his aviators down to the tip of his nose, his icy blue eyes piercing through you. He traced the shell of your ear with a single digit, then trailed it along your jaw. He pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger before saying firmly:

“Get in the fucking car, sweetheart.” 

This time you obeyed. He gave you no other choice as he guided you with his hand pressed against the small of your back. 

You slid onto the backseat, curling in the corner against the opposite door. Steve got in right behind you. The moment he closed the door on his side the locks clicked in, trapping you inside with him. 

The partition between you and the driver was pulled up, though you assumed Steve’s men were loyal to him enough not to react to a woman screaming for help. 

“How do you find this clinic?” Steve simply asked, dropping your handbag on the seat on his other side. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to reach it without having to pass him. 

“What?” You stared up at him, confused. 

“I’ve heard it’s good, but I can get you into a top-shelf place.” While you were tense and strung up, Steve sat next to you completely relaxed. He took his sunglasses of, spread his legs wider.

You wrapped your arms protectively around your midsection, tears stung beneath your eyelids as you considered the potential meaning of his words.

“I’m keeping the baby!” you blurted out. Right that instant you knew you were ready to fight till your last breath to save your child.

Steve cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, a twisted warmth filling his eyes and making his smile even more charming.

“As you should.” He praised you. 

He reached for you, wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you to his side. With his other hand he swatted your arms away from your belly and spread his fingers over the curve that would soon start swelling.

“You’ll give me more, too.” Steve hummed, his eyes glued to where his hand laid. 

You were speechless. Initial fear of being forced to lose the baby turned into a completely new terror. 

Steve’s words didn’t cut your life short, but they built a long, gilded-cage waiting for you.   

“It’s about time I started nesting.” Steve chuckled, his hand moving to cup your chin and tilt your head back. “I don’t mind doing it with a sweet, little bird like you.” 

He pressed his lips against yours gently, almost sweetly, as if he was a tender lover doting on his beloved. Then his tongue teased the seam of your mouth. When you didn’t open right away he bit your bottom lip, making you gasp and forcing his tongue inside. 

You told yourself it was fear and adrenaline, but your nipples hardened and your pulse quickened. 

“First things first-” Steve pulled away. 

He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, peppering kisses on each of your knuckles.

“We have to get you an engagement ring and order wedding bands as well.” 

“Steve, I don’t understand-” your heart pounded so fast it rushed blood to your head and made you dizzy. 

He intertwined your fingers and brought your clasped hands to his chest, just as he slipped his other hand to grip the back of your neck firmly.

“You’re mine.” He announced without remorse. “You became mine the moment I took you home. Now you’re going to be mine in every other way.”

[astroluvr]

this is a short, not proofread or edited, blurb in which reader is huge, hormonal, and hungry. i hope you enjoy!

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You tossed to your other side for the fourth time in the past fifteen minutes. All the control Jack has over cuddling was lost a year into your marriage when he got you pregnant. The little bump was no big deal in the first few months, but now in your last trimester, it was huge and aggravating. It was especially aggravating now, though, since the little baby that was occupying the space seemed to have a voice.

Or at least that was your excuse when you rose out of bed and waddled to the kitchen.

"Your daddy is going to notice we're missing. He'll have more space without you taking up all the room." you drummed your fingers against your tummy as you arrived in the kitchen of your Louisville home.

Right as you opened the refrigerator, you salivated. Foil wrapped barbecue ribs sat on the top shelf in a pan and you could already imagine getting the white shirt you wore to bed dirty. Jack made them earlier when his friends came over to watch a game and there were plenty of leftovers. You didn't want them then, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't the only thing on your mind now.

"Oh, boy." you nearly moaned as you retrieved it from the cold space.

You took two pieces and set them on the plate, but not before throwing on two glazed doughnuts. You grinned to yourself and rocked side to side happily when you set the microwave timer.

"I think when you're born, we'll have to make a tradition out of this." you hummed to your swollen stomach with a smile, earning a solid thump. "Yeah, do you like the sound of that? You and Mommy sneaking out of bed for some doughnuts?"

You couldn't help but stare down at yourself. You couldn't have imagined that life would bring you here, but you were so happy it did. You and Jack were happily married, with flourishing careers in a beautiful home that would soon house the family you were starting. Every day you woke up with a smile on your face, unless you were rolling over into Jack's wafting morning breath or a surge of morning sickness.

You broke away from your trance to pull the plate from the fridge. You groaned happily at the smell. Not a lot smells could make you smile due to your pregnancy, and you certainly couldn't think of why glazed doughnuts and hot barbecue was the mix that did it.

Within seconds, you were biting into the rib and swallowing down doughnut behind it. Your baby must've felt the overwhelming joy you felt at satisfying a craving as they kicked happily. You rubbed your stomach and giggled when you saw the stain left behind.

"Holy shit," you groaned, pulling the final bit of doughnut from your mouth and throwing your head back. It was then that you found Jack with a smirk on his face. "Jack!"

"I'm not trying to scare you. Just trying to figure out what you two are doing out of bed."

As he approached you, you turned around and totally missed the warm laugh that escaped his mouth at the sauce smeared around your mouth.

"Well, we got hungry. Mama wanted ribs and bubba wanted doughnuts." you tried, settling two hands on other sides of your stomach.

"I haven't stained any of my white shirts in years, and you managed to do it in, like, ten minutes." he chuckled, tearing a piece of paper towel before wiping at your face lovingly. "You know you need your rest, baby. Carrying a whole child."

"I know." you murmured after he pecked your cheek. "But I wouldn't have been able to sleep until I had a taste of these baby backs."

"Did it give?" he teased and you let out a loud belly laugh.

"Yes, it absolutely gave. It had her kicking and everything." You reached out to put your sticky hands over Jack's and place them on your stomach.

"Her?" he noted the pronoun that stayed away from the plan of you two finding out at the last ultrasound.

"Yeah, I think we're having a Daddy's girl. She's been on my side with all the pasta I've been making, but she switched up tonight with your ribs."

"That's what I'm talking about." Jack cheered softly, crouching slightly to kiss the top of your belly. "And if we're having a boy?"

"Then it was probably the doughnuts."

Jack chuckled and you smiled at the way his grip tightened around your stomach. "I can't wait to find out."

"Me neither. I can't wait to do anything with you." you added, leaning up to peck his lips.

"Including coming to bed? Can't sleep if both my babies aren't there."

"You think you're so smooth." you giggled and Jack smirked with a shrug.

"You married me for a reason, right?"

"Yeah. For your ribs." you turned around and took the final one to hold out to his lips.

Jack took a bite, but didn't miss the chance to glare at you. "Kiss the cook?"

You took a napkin and wiped the bit of barbecue from his own pink lips and left a kiss there. "I love you, J."

"I love you more, Mama Harlow. Even when you get up in the middle of the night, leave me in a cold bed all alone- with our child in tow, mind you, and eat the leftovers I slaved over a hot ass grill for-"

You pushed your lips against his once more, this time deeper. When you pulled away, Jack's mouth was hung open slightly as he stared at you.

"Let's go to bed." he whispered, and you giggled from being slightly amused by your husband's dramatics. "I'm being serious." he wrapped his arm around your waist and tried to tug you along.

"Okay, okay." you squealed, reaching back to open the Krispy Kreme box and snag a doughnut. Jack shook his head at you, causing you to make a flourishing gesture over your large stomach.

"Priorities, honey." you hummed, taking a bite of it before grabbing Jack's hand to lead him to the bedroom.

[blogevaawrites]

Keeping to the schedule.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, sad, marriage, divorce, smut

Summary: After seven years of being married, two daughters and a difficult divorce, they try to understand what went wrong and why they let that happen. 

Part I

“I’m so sorry to do this but we’re having problems with a few scenes. I won’t be at home until next week.” He said from the other side of the line. Since the divorce we have been being very strict with the custody agreement of our children.

“So, will you come to pick them up the next Friday?” I asked.

“Yes, I will be there. And again, I’m really sorry, I tried to do everything in my hands” I knew that he doesn’t like to change anything about the kids, he says we should try to give them as much stability as we can. I couldn’t agree more.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” I simply said.

We got married seven years ago, we had a happy marriage, but loneliness and exhaustion made me give up on our marriage. He started to spend more time away, accepting more projects in L.A or any part of the world but home. I guess home wasn’t what it used to be for him and for me because eventually I stopped complaining about his absence.

“I need to talk to you.” I said when I saw him getting out of the shower. I closed the door of the bathroom and l leaned on the sink. “About what? I’m kind of tired, can we leave it for tomorrow?” He said, drying himself with a towel. I was sick of it; I was being left to a side for so long that I didn’t hold it on.  “Not really.” He looked at me then, normally I don’t insist. “I filed for divorce.” His face went from confusion to anger quickly.

We fought, he got really mad. I knew I should have talk to him before doing it, but he was never around, I was mad and sad, I wasn’t thinking properly. He didn’t talk to me for four months after that night, he moved to his mother’s house and did everything in his hands to accelerate the process. I know I didn’t deal very well with all of that and either he did. Our relationship since then got even more complicate.

Our obsession with our kids’ stability grew after that. We both knew they were going suffer the most, at least Anna. She was almost six when all of that happened, she asked a few times, but we never gave her an answer she could understand. Emma was only four, she noticed that something was wrong but was too young to assimilate it.  

“Mom, Lindsay is having a sleepover this Thursday, and we don’t have school on Friday, can I go? Her mom will call you tomorrow to ask you, can I go, please?” Anna asked, taking my attention from the road as I drove us to home.

“Sure honey” I said with my eyes on the road.

“Dad is coming on Friday, right? I will tell her mom to bring me back in the morning” she always gets excited to see him, both do it.

“It’s not necessary honey, he probably will come to pick you up after dinner. I will pick you up to get lunch together at the park, what do you think?” she nodded enthusiastic, eating her sandwich.

Thursday comes quickly and Martha, Lindsay’s mom, picked Anna up. Emma got to sleep very early after a long afternoon at the park. I went down to watch a few minutes a TV show before to go to bed. The doorbell rang, startling me, it wasn’t late, but I wasn’t expecting anybody. When I got close to the door, I recognized the silhouette of the person behind the door.

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I wrapped the film early, I’m sorry if it is too late but I knew you wouldn’t mind. You can have the entire day to yourself tomorrow, in this way.”

“It’s fine, but Anna is not here, she’s at Lindsay’s house and Emma is already sleeping.” He looked devastated and it broke my heart. He usually doesn’t spent too long without seeing them. “You can see Emma if you want to.” I offered and he accepted quickly. He got into the house and went upstairs to Emma’s room.

After a few minutes, he came down to the kitchen where I was preparing things for tomorrow. I wouldn’t say our relationship was good, o was getting better. it was confusing. “How have you been? How was everything with the kids?” he asked from the doorframe. I turned around to see him and answered, “It was fine, no incidents.” I simply said. We looked each other for a while, we haven’t talk since we had sex the last time, he came to bring the girls back. He stayed for dinner and a while after, the girls went to sleep, we started to talk about them, about our past together, about us a couple. We kissed and one thing took us to another.

“I want to talk about the last time. I don’t want you to think I…” he started; I knew it didn’t mean anything for him, it was just sex, he has been avoiding me since then but him bringing the subject up made me mad and it hurt me a little.

“I know! Don’t worry! Let’s just forget about it.” I said walking to the front door.

“No, it’s just that we were kind of drunk and got emotional.” He started to say without following me.

“It was just sex. I get it! You made it very clear when you couldn’t wait to leave.” As soon as we were done, he got up from the bed and started to dress up. He told me it was late, and he had a thing to do in the morning, but I knew he was lying. He left me, naked in the bed, the one we shared for several years.  

“I didn’t want the girls to get confused.” He got closer to the door, shaking his head, and rubbing his face roughly with his hands.

“You didn’t want me to get confused.” His eyes got bigger, and I could see the anger growing in his face.

“You couldn’t care less about what I wanted so don’t tell me what my intentions were.”

“You made them very clear.”

He looked confused, but he moved quickly. “You always so understanding. But why don’t you just listen to me? I’m trying to …” He couldn’t say anything more.

“You’re right, it’s kind of late and there isn’t a reason for you to stay.” I interrupted him, he looked mad.

He took a deep breath and kept on “I’m picking the kids tomorrow’s morning” he informed me before walking out.

“They won’t be here until late afternoon.” I said back. He looked at me without saying anything and kept on his walking. I stood at the door, looking how he got in the car. He turned on the engine, and before driving away he looked at me through the window. “Thank God we’re divorced.”

When the topic isn’t our kids, it never goes well. I guess we’re still hurt.

I didn’t fully understand why he got so angry until I saw the pictures.

After he picked the girls the next day, I did some work and later I filled a glass with wine and turned on the television to pick up a film to watch but my phone rang.

“Hey hon! How are you doing?” Lily asked, with a worried voice that I didn’t get.

“Hey! Why are you asking like that? I’m pretty fine.” I said laughing.

“Well! I don’t know, I thought you will be kind of sad o maybe angry, if my ex-husband was dating with somebody after not even a year from our divorce, I would be ready to kill him.”

“What? What are you talking about? I mean he hadn’t told me anything, I don’t think he’s dating again.” I said quite confused.

“Shit! You haven’t seen it, have you?”

Right away, I googled him with the call waiting.

Chris Evans is off market again? The former superhero and the upcoming actress Rachel Welles spotted holding hands and getting affectionate.

He was trying to talk about our night together because he was going to tell me about her. I felt my heart shrinking. I guess I should have been ready for this, he was free to be with whoever he wanted but it hurt me.

“I’m sorry, girl. It must be weird and hurtful. If you need anything you know I’m right here, right?” she asked kindly.

“I’m fine. he’s free to be with anybody but I guess I wasn’t as much ready to see it as I thought.”

“Yeah, knowing something isn’t always mean assimilating it, right?”

“Right”

After the call I refilled my glass and went to sleep with a few tears in my cheeks.

Our relationship began so natural, and it went so fast. We met through common friends, we dated just for tree moths after he asked me to move on with him. We didn’t take long to get married either, we both just knew that it was the right decision. I really loved him, and I know he loved me too. It wasn’t a fantasy, but we were grown-ups when he met, we knew what we wanted for life, in a partner and we found it in each other.

He was a great husband, a great father and a great friend. I single tear fell through my cheek, remembering the beginning of our freefall.

“There’s not a good way to say this. I’m really sorry to tell this but, Mrs. Evans you had a miscarriage.” Doctor Lars said. I felt Chris’s hand in my knee, comforting me. I felt I couldn’t breathe. My heart broke in pieces. “But I’m six months pregnant, this usually happens during the first trimester. This can’t be true.” My mouth slurred. “Well, the actual name is a late-miscarriage, there are several things that may play a part in causing it so we need to do a few tests to find a cause. I know this isn’t easy, but these things can happen, and we can’t do anything to prevent it.” I touched my barely swollen belly, missing the movements of my baby. “What are we doing now?” Chris talked, taking care of the situation. “You will need to go through labour to give birth to you baby. I know this can be a very distressing time and you may be in shock but there’s not other way.” I could hear him breathe hardly before kissing my head.

We went through our worst nightmare. I gave birth to a baby I could take care of. Thankfully, after inducing the labour, the birth came quickly. We decided not to hold the baby. We thought it will be less traumatic in that way.

He went with me through all of that, but we changed. Everything changed.

Five days later, I came into our bedroom to see him packing his suitcase.

“What are you doing? I asked softly.

“I need to go to L.A for a few interviews and shoot a few scenes” I looked at him straightly. Not quite believing he was going to leave so early after everything. “Don’t worry, I asked my mother to come to help you with everything.” he said, seeing my expression. I didn’t want to be alone, I didn’t want his mom here, I wanted him. I caressed his back, calling his attention.

“Don’t go, please.” I muttered. “It will be just a couple days, two weeks max.” he said holding me in his arms.

“Two weeks?” that was so fucking long.

“Listen, I can really do anything. I’m sorry but it’s work. What you want me to do?” he tried to reason with me, in vain.

“Call Meghan and ask her to reschedule it. We have an appointment with Doctor Lars next week.” I didn’t like to complain about his job or ask him to not to do it, but I couldn’t go through that alone.

“Everything will be fine, call me after the appointment and tell me what she says. I will be here as soon as I can.” I pushed him away with my eyes watering.

“Okay” for the first time in our life together he was putting his family in a second place.

The worst thing it was that trip didn’t last 2 weeks, but 3 months. He told me that his next project was being moved forward, and nothing else. He left me alone in the worst moment of my life and I couldn’t forget it.  

After a few more glasses of wine, I took me phone and I called him.

“Hello” he said with a surprised voice. “What’s going on?”

“What was what you wanted to tell me last time? Hey, I know we just fuck but I’m actually in a relationship with some else and you must forget about it.” I slurred, mimicking him.

“You know it.” He said, I could hear him moving to another place. I guess he left the house.

“Of course, I do. Do you think I live under a rock?” I wasn’t jealous I was mad at him, at myself.

“Okay I get it you’re mad, but I wanted to talk…”

“What for? To say sorry for fucking me or to ask me to keep back of your new love.”

“No, it’s not like…”

“Why did you leave me? Why wasn’t I your priority anymore? I asked, removing the tears away from my face. My voice broke a few times, I was unable to keep myself still.

“Where are you? Are you drunk?” he asked hurriedly.

“It wasn’t my blame; I couldn’t have known it.” I kept talking.

“What are you talking about?” his voice was full of curiosity and confusion.

“We didn’t name him, he died without a name.” my face was completely wet, my arms were crossed around my stomach and my heart… I couldn’t feel my heart.

“Are you at home? Pease tell me where you are.” He asked desperately.

“Yes, I’m here.” I muttered before hanging up.

A few minutes later I heard the door opening, and his footsteps. I was in completely darkness, no TV, no lights, nothing but somehow, he knew exactly where I was.

“Hey! What’s going on? What happened?” he asked softly, sitting next to me in the half-furnished nursery.

“Why did you leave me?”

“Well, when you wife files for divorce, it’s actually kind of what you have do” he said with a sad smile in his face.

“You left me way before that.” I said quickly, he left me when we lost our baby. “We never talked about him.”

“I don’t think you are in an appropriate state to talk about him.” He said without looking at me.

“I’m fine. Don’t make excuses! You just don’t want to talk about him with me.”

“I don’t want to talk about him with nobody.”

“I’m not nobody.”

“Why is this so important now? It’s been a year since then, we are not together anymore...” he started to get up from the floor.

“You’re dating again…” I finished the sentence off for him “you told me you weren’t ready. You said you missed me, that you missed us.” I said, remembering what he told me when he was taking me to our bedroom between kisses and caresses.

His face looked confused and tired.

“I don’t get it. Why are so upset? You filed for divorce without telling me why, without giving me a chance to make it better. All I know is you felt neglected, but I didn’t do anything wrong. I thought we were just going through a rough patch, but I thought it was normal after all.” His voice was firmed, he wasn’t yelling me, but I bet he wanted. “I know you don’t think this but I’m not the bad guy here.” His eyes were red and watering. He never told me anything of this. He had been too angry to talk to me about anything.

He walked to the door, ready to leave me.

“You left me.” I said, calling his attention.  

“You already said that.” He barked back.  

“When I asked you to stay you left me for almost four months after I gave birth to my death son. I needed you Chris, and you rather work than be with your wife.” His face kept straight; he knew what I was talking about. I got up when I saw him get closer to me. He looked at me for minutes, as he wasn’t sure about his next words.

“I went to therapy. I didn’t come back home because I wasn’t stable, not because I was working, not because I wanted to leave, it was because I didn’t see another way to deal with everything. You were right when you said holding our baby it would be traumatic, it was.” I didn’t understand what he was talking about, we agreed on not to hold the baby when he was born but he cleared all up “I couldn’t help it, I saw him coming out of you as the same way Emma and Anna did. I needed to see him, and it was the worst thing I could have done, but it was my son.” His eyes never left mine when his body got much closer to me. “I lost my son too, honey. I couldn’t be there for you because I wasn’t handling in the right way.” I saw a single tear going down through his cheek. At least I wasn’t the only one crying.

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because you gave birth to him! How the fucking hell could I have told you I was the one losing his mind after that? I know I should have stayed with you but believe me, there wasn’t another option, I didn’t find another way.”