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Feisty Coffee Girl

Y/n twin sister of Izzy Steven's stumbles to Seattle with her ten year old daughter Everly. She hears all the gossip from Izzy and her other intern friends at the hospital, never expecting to get involved with any of it. That is till Mark Sloan pays a visit to the coffee shop she works at.

1 - First Name Basis

2 - Doctor Nicknames

3 - A Sloan Date

4 - What I Want

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Talk. || baby daddy!Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

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Rating: M Words: 2.2K~ Pairing: dad!gaz x mother!reader CW: canon-typical violence, events of MW2019 (references), CHILD DEATH (mentioned), pregnancy, underage!! pregnancy, some cultural/religious judgements regarding underage/out-of-wedlock pregnancy, birth (references). Tags: you/your pronouns, (reader implied female because 'mum', 'mama' and other nicknames are used + mentions of pregnant!user), hurt/comfort, fluff?, military inaccuracies I'm sure. Summary: Gaz and the reader are co-parents of a 10-year-old girl (the result of a teen pregnancy). Gaz calls home to talk to his family and he's having a bit of a breakdown after a mission. a/n: This happens in the MW2019 game timeline, somewhere after the Butcher's interrogation. NOT PROOFREAD, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

“SIMISOLA RUBY GARRICK, I WILL NOT CALL YOU AGAIN, GET DOWN HERE!” You shout at the top of your lungs, your voice reverberating all the way to the upper floor of your small townhouse.

“IN A MINUTE!” The girl’s voice calls out from upstairs for the… umpteenth time in the last 10 minutes.

“I swear, Kyle, this girl will be the death of me one of these days.” You tell him. “I’m not well-equipped to deal with a teenager.” You grumble as you look at Kyle’s face on the phone screen.

“She’s not a teen yet, lovie.” He retorts with a little smile. “She’s only 10.” He reminds you.

“She’s teenager enough for my taste. Bloody ignoring me whenever I call her!” You reply with a bit of a huff.

“She’s gettin’ older.” He says simply. “You tellin’ me you obeyed your mum every day at her age?” He asks.

“No, but…” You trail off and sigh, dejectedly. “I hate when you make sense, you know that?” You retort, glaring right at him with your best attempt at the ‘mum stare’, but it’s not as effective through the phone.

“Sorry, mama. One of us has to.” She adds with a mischievous smirk on his full lips. He knows how much you like it when he calls you that.

“Shut it, Garrick, I don’t want to hear it.” You retort and you can hear, and see, him giggling on the other side.

From the way the area around him has gotten progressively darker as you spoke for the last 30 minutes, you can tell he’s somewhere out East, somewhere where the sun is starting to set, since in Birmingham it’s only 3 P.M. and still fully bright outside.

“How’s the OP goin’?” You ask despite knowing that he’s not allowed to say anything about it so he simply shoots you a look before raising his fingers to bring a cigarette to his lips, taking a good long drag.

“It’s goin’ fine enough.” He adds and shrugs, before looking off to the distance just off-camera. He’s… lying. You can tell from the way his eyes furrow and his scarred cheek scrunches in frustration.

Turning your head back up, you aim your eyes at the stairs. “BLOODY FUCKIN’ HELL, SIMI, DAD’S ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!” You announce to what, at this point, has to be the ghosts that kidnapped your daughter because she refuses to come downstairs.

Your ears pick up on the sound of her bedroom door flying open and her feet taking her through the carpeted hall and down the steps.

You watch her coming through the vintage, little pass-through window in your kitchen. “Did’ya say dad?!” The dark-skinned girl says as she comes sliding around the corner and into the room.

“Oh, THAT lights a fire under your arse, innit? But not all those other times I told you to come down? What if I was dying, huh?” You scold her and she immediately smiles the same impish smile your baby daddy is sporting on the phone screen. He loves seeing you be maternal.

“Sorry, Mamsie.” She says while showing absolutely no regret at all in her young features. Shaking your head, you pass the phone over to Simi, whose face lights up at the sight of Kyle. “Dad!”

“Oi, kiddo!” You hear Kyle say through the phone as Simisola takes the phone with her down to the sitting room and parks herself on the sofa, talking about all sorts of things with her dad.

You watch her for a moment through the pass-through window. She’s bouncing excitedly, talking about school, her mates, her grades… It’s not often she gets to talk to Gaz, less even that she gets to see him.

Sometimes you wonder if the unpredictability of his job is going to mess her up one day. I mean, her chances of that are already high enough considering the two of you are merely 28 and have been raising her since you were still kids yourselves… But the fact he’s more gone than around in her day-to-day life is bound to mess her up too…

Maybe you should get her into some therapy, just in case.

But then again, she seems surprisingly unaffected by all of this. She’s healthy, smart, sweet… a bit of a smartass (she takes after her dad in that)... And above all else, she seems... happy.

All things considered, of all the blokes that could’ve gotten you knocked up at seventeen, Kyle Garrick was the best option… And your daughter was the best outcome possible.

Sure, you weren’t official or anything back then (nor are you now, really... though you share a bed and a home and you kiss and-), the pregnancy had been an unforeseen consequence of a tryst in the back of a car after drinking at the local pub… But looking back, you got lucky.

Either way, you were both too young, too eager, too needy, too… stupid. Neither of you thought of condoms, hoping the ‘trusty’ pull-out method would suffice.

It didn’t.

You still remember the way you had a panic attack in a toilet stall at school, you and a girlfriend skipping class to pop over to Tesco and buy a box of pregnancy tests… She took one with you, just to ease your worries… And then yours came out positive.

The fear and absolute dread you felt was paralyzing, the way you stayed holed up in the loo while your friend tried to console you and used her fuschia Motorola Razr to text your other friends to come to the toilets after class.

From there, your girlfriends texted his mates, and by the time you noticed, Kyle was elbowing his way into the bathroom, past the group of waiting students, all of them mutual friends of you both. He spotted you sitting on the dirty tile floor in the corner, eyes glued on the pregnancy test in your hand. You were ugly crying, snot all over, and hyperventilating.

Even back then, Kyle was already years ahead of any other teen you knew. He was mature and calm, collected… He sat beside you, rubbed your back, and told you it’d all be okay. You know deep down that he only held it together to calm you down but once he was alone he probably cried like a baby too.

His parents are Nigerian immigrants. In their minds, there was an order of doing things and their only son getting a girl pregnant before marriage (or before hitting maturity, really) was NOT it.

And your parents, well… They weren’t very happy about it either. Not that any parent ever is when their daughter comes home and drops the bomb that she’s expecting.

That was a bad moment for your lives… You both lived with your parents and you had to go back and forth between school and baby appointments… Kyle was by your side the whole time (or as much as he could, considering he had enlisted as soon as he hit 18) and both your parents tried their best to be supportive… But you never quite earned Mr. and Mrs. Garrick’s affection. Not even now, 10 years later.

At first, they didn’t even want to believe the baby was Kyle’s. Your father ended up having some very heated choice words with Mr. Garrick, defending your honor, and almost bringing the house down screaming that you weren’t a slag.

You were on edge and depressed back then. Once the news spread, most of your friends stopped hanging out with you out of pressure put on by their own parents… They still smiled at you and showed encouragement to you whenever you saw each other… But they didn’t come over anymore, barely spoke to you in the halls… 

People stared in the streets… Whenever you went into a baby shop or the diaper aisle at the supermarket… You were stared at. The whispers of “Look at her, such a slag”, “So young and already up the duff…” never came, at least not that you heard them, but you found yourself clutching your mum’s arm particularly hard whenever she managed to drag you out of the flat and to the shops.

You don’t like looking back on the pictures of that year in sixth form. As much as you love your child, seeing the way your face became hollow and sad, your eyes weighed down by dark circles as your belly grew consistently until nothing you wore fit you right… It still stung.

You wonder how you managed to retain enough mental faculties to not earn yourself a post-partum depression diagnosis. Whatever your brain did, it did it well...

With her skin all wrinkly and red and screaming at the top of her lungs, her little fists shaking, eyes all glossy, and a little clump of dark hair on her head slicked back by the amniotic fluid… You fell in love with Simi the moment the nurses set her against your bare chest.

And Kyle did too. You could see it in the way his eyes softened, his lip trembled and his nose and chin scrunched up to contain a wail. As soon as he held her in his arms for the first time, so small against his chest, her little body wrapped in a blanket against his fatigues... you started openly weeping at the sight, blaming the hormones, but the fact of the matter was that she was so small, so tender, so… perfect.

You tune out most of your daughter’s conversation with her father as you go about preparing dinner for the two of you, moving about the kitchen, lost in your own thoughts.

Your ears perk up when you hear Kyle ask Simi if she can pass the phone back to you and let the two of you have a conversation. The girl complains a bit about how much she misses him but ends up acquiescing to him. Daddy’s girl, she is.

She rushes over, her mini twists bouncing with each step as she drops the phone onto your hand and then waves an exaggerated “See you soon, dad!”. You watch her bounce away and trot back up the stairs before you look down at the phone.

Putting on your earpods, you set the phone down on the counter, propped up by the flour container so you can still be in frame as you go about breading some thin chicken cutlets. 

“What is it, Kyle?” You ask him softly and raise your brows at him. His face is a lot more grim and he lights a second cigarette.

“We lost a kid.” He replies softly. “A little boy in Urzikstan.” He adds and sighs loudly. Your whole face twists lightly into sadness. “Some… fuckin’ plonker of a terrorist…” He trails off.

“Did you kill him?” You ask him and he nods his head solemnly. You’ve learned long ago not to give your input too much on these topics… He’s chosen to keep you and your daughter away from it all… 

He once mentioned that asking to be let in would be like 'dipping your pinkie toe in a pond, never knowing if something would be reaching up to pull you in'. You swore he got that quote from a John Wick movie, and then you both laughed… But you knew he meant the sentiment of it.

“I had to stoop down to his level first.” He tells you as he takes another drag os his new cigarette. “Threatened his wife… his son… to get him to talk.” He trails off and sucks in a sharp breath.

Even with the progressive darkness that has set in now, wherever he is, you can still spot the way his nose scrunches as he tries to hold in his crying… His voice is still steady, but his eyes… Always so expressive… You’ve learned to read them in 10 years of co-parenting.

“Every time that bloody barrel even went slightly near that kid’s face I-” Kyle trembles out a breath and rolls his shoulders. Then, he goes quite.

“Anyways…” He says, trying to deflect his feelings away from the things he’s had to do. “I… I miss Simi… And I miss you.” He adds.

“We miss you too, Kyle.” You reply, trying your best to be positive for him. He needs it. “She can’t stop talking about you, counting down the days ‘till you walk through that door and come wrap her in one of those alledgedly ‘annoying’ bear hugs of yours.” You quip and a genuine smirk forms on his lips.

He nods and you notice him through away his cigarette and move somewhere else. As he walks you notice the space is brighter, the camera is facing upwards, and you can see the ceiling and ceiling lights… But above all else, you see his handsome face, the light wisp of a mustache and a goatee, the scar on his left cheek, his tired eyes, and disheveled hair.

He crosses a threshold into another darkened space, but this one is much quieter. You hear some shuffling sounds and even though now you really can’t see shit, you know he’s there, staring at you… And you know he’s lying down.

“Lovie… Can I ask you a favour?” He says as he sighs deeply and slowly.

“Yeah, what is it?” You end up saying as you set aside the breaded cutlets and wash your hands.

“Tell me everything I’m missing. Tell me everything that Simisola did and said… Tell me about your day… about work… share all the gossip you’ve got…” He requests. 

“Just… Just talk my bloody ear off.” He pleads. “I just need to hear your voice.” He adds, his tone a lot more gentler. “Please…”.

[radfemsouthy]

South Africa has a teenage pregnancy problem older men raping & impregnating young girls problem.

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13 - Families Looking For Answers

Part 14

Raised Fair Share of Hell

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Kayce rode up on his horse to the exact spot where his mother was killed after her horse collapsed onto her legs and seriously injured her where she ended up dying. He dismounted his horse slowly walking over to his father who was leaning on his palms that rested against the wooden fence. “You come here much?”

“Every chance I get. Been 20 years. No - 21. 21 years and it feels like yesterday. I still feel her, smell her. Been half a man without her. It’s not an excuse. I was just a better father when she was with me.” John bent his head towards the dirt underneath his boots simply staring at them before he finally looked back at his son. “Hope you never know what that feels like, son.”

Kayce raised his head up scanning his brown eyes over the bright blue sky above him. He shoved his hands inside the pockets of his brown jacket. “I already know what it feels like.”

“Alissa still refusing to talk to you?” He questioned his son.

Kayce gave him a one word answer. “Yeah.”

“What happened, son. You haven’t mentioned her or Faith, Kayce. So please help me understand what has happened between the two of you.”

The youngest Dutton child heavily sighed, avoiding his father’s gaze. “I don’t want to talk about this now, dad.”

“Well too bad because we’re going to talk about it right now.” John takes strong strides up till he is in his son’s face.

Kayce snaps getting in his face. “Her father hates me. He hates me for accidentally getting another girl pregnant before he knew his own daughter was having a baby of her own. And I’m starting to hate myself because I’m getting closer to realizing that you might have been right. You were right that I should have helped Monica while she carried the baby but after I shouldn’t have stuck around!”

John ran a hand down his face. “Listen to me, son. Alissa Lambert is probably the best thing for you like your mother was for me. You need to start realizing that before you lose her.”

“She wants nothing to do with me, dad. She looked me in the eye and said “I don’t hate you but I’m not sure I love you anymore”. I’m not seeing hope that we will get back together.”

John grabbed his son’s forearm forcing him to look him in the eye. “You need to do whatever you can to get her back. Don’t let her disappear from your life. You don’t deserve to be unhappy, neither does Alissa and especially not keep Faith from having both her parents in her life.”

“I’ll do the best I can, dad.” Kayce nodded his head before the pair turned around staring back at the empty field with nothing more to say.

Alissa’s pov

Closing the bar door I locked it up tight making sure the horse wouldn’t escape before I headed upstairs until I quickly entered the living room and flopped down on the main couch covering my face in my hands.

The past few days have felt like an eternity. My emotions have been all over the place after the intense fight that me and Kayce had when he told me about seeing me sleep with Ryan. I didn’t know what to feel about our argument.

Footsteps creaked against the old wooden floor of our old ranch farmhouse and I wasn’t able to know who it was until the person spoke to me. “Honey, can I talk with you?”

“I guess so, mom.”

My mother Margaert stepped around my legs and sat down gently beside me on the couch cushions. “How have you been feeling lately?”

“I really don’t want to talk about Kayce right now.”

She attempted to hide the question she was really asking me. “I’m not asking about him. I’m asking about you.”

“Mom.” I sent her a warningful glare dropping my hands from over my eyes. My mother was secretly a noisy person. She means well but I wasn’t really interested in having any conversation about me and my best friend. Griffin, my father, always wanted the best for his daughters. He had raised us like we were sons to him, more so than innocent daughters. Except he didn’t have much care about the youngest Dutton when he found out he got another girl pregnant.

She lowered her gaze to her hands in her lap. “Look I understand that you two aren’t getting along. But he is a good guy. You’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember so please just tell me what is going on between you two?”

“We had a fight after he saw me sleeping with one of his father's ranch hands.” I throw my hands up in the air already knowing she would have some response back but I didn't let her finish. “And I don't want to hear you scold me because Ryan and I had agreed it's no strings attached sex. We literally met at a bar and came back here whIle you and dad were asleep with Faith. Urgh! I just can't believe he was spying on me.”

My mother gently touched my shoulder. “I won’t tell your father about this. But I will tell you that I still see a future between you two.”

“How do you see a future between us when he keeps going back to Monica Long?”

She briefly paused biting her lip that she only ever did when she didn’t have an immediate answer. “I’d say give him some time. He’s raising two kids by two different women. He’ll figure out that he’s the son of a rancher and should be with a rancher's daughter sooner or later.”

“Yeah maybe you’re right, momma.” I slowly nodded my head in agreement with her.

My mother wrapped her arms around me hugging me for a few minutes whispering in my ear before we heard someone coming down the hallway. “Plus one thing is for certain. You and that Dutton boy will always look out for each other.”

“Lissa, there you are. There’s something we need to talk about on the front porch.”

Laying back against the couch I attempted to read her face to see what this conversation would be about. Unfortunately that was no luck given the fact that she was sending me a stone cold emotionless look. “Alana, I don’t want to talk about Kayce.”

“We’re not gonna talk about him. You are going to talk to him and finally settle this thing between you two once and for all.” My sister declared to me, snatching me up from the couch and dragging me upstairs and into her bedroom.

She locked the door behind me, reaching inside her dresser drawer taking out some forms that she pushed into my hands. “What is so important we have to talk about this very moment - huh - divorce papers, are you serious?”

“Look I am not the one who came up with the idea.”

I cut her off before she could say more. “Daddy gave you these to give to me didn’t he?”

“Yeah he did. He wouldn’t let me leave until I willingly took them from him.” She admits lowering her gaze to the boots she was wearing, seeing me throw down the papers on the bed before I shoved her out of my way leaving the bedroom. “Alissa, wait. Where are you going?”

Stomping down the hallway I grabbed my phone and care keys heading out the front door. “To the bar. I need to drink with Beth.” Slamming the front door I got in my truck to go pick her up , simply needing to distract myself from everyone being so focused on me and Kayce when both of our families had people coming after our generational ranches.

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*Mentions of teenage pregnancy, possible abortion, adoption, running away and angst. *

Ava held back the thick locks of brunette off her friend's face. "It's okay Chole, you're okay." She soothed. The last gag eroded from Chole's mouth before she sniffled and lifted herself from the toilet. Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, Chole finally met eyes with Ava. "This is the third time this week," Ava's eyebrows went up for a moment before furrowing softly. "This week?" Chole nodded, "I never get sick like this... it must be some sort of stomach bug running around."

Ava bit her lip and glanced away for a second. "Yeah...." Ava helped Chole up from the bathroom floor and waited outside for her. Almost guarding the girl's bathroom in the hallway for any trespassers to the scene of Chole's sickness they might witness. Chole finally met up with Ava- giving her a reassuring tight smile before they trailed to their classes. Ava never brought up what she thought might've been about Chole. And promised she never would unless Chole spoke first. But her promise was unsteady- teetering on the possibilities of where it could all go.

The patchy gimmer of the sun rained through the pavement. Chole took careful steps before treading to her father's car. Scanning his face, she forced a polite smile across her own with glint like green eyes shining into her father's matching ones. "Hey sweetie," he placed a tender kiss against her rosy cheek, "I missed you today while I was at work." Harry nuzzled his arm around Chole's shoulder. "I missed you too, Dad." Chole's mouth was ajar- wanting to speak for a moment but decided to remain mum about her frequent sickness incidents at school.

At home, Chole was sat at her desk doing her homework. A wild craving came over her- darting her to the kitchen for something. She settled on a banana with chocolate syrup and relish. Eating it, she felt a satisfaction fall over her. Like a hidden desire that would secretly lure inside of her like a gut feeling or an arousal simmering through the veins. Chole looked at the chewed banana- brows furrowing, scanning the food item with revulsion and slight confusion. Why would I like this? She thought to herself. Finishing the banana, she heard the footsteps of her father threaten to enter the kitchen.

Throwing the peel away and straightening herself up to face her father. "Just coming in to make dinner," Harry said, pinching Chole's cheek affectionately. Chole gave a timid smile before excusing herself to her bedroom. A frantic thought ran through her mind. A thought she didn't want to reflect on. A heat patched through the back of her neck, trailing down to her spine. Goosebumps poked through her flesh- heat rising through her cheeks to her forehead.

Pregnant. It kept swaying through her mind like brushes in the wind. A panic shook through Chole. She was only 17, she couldn't be pregnant. Then that would mean Sam would have to be involved... a toxic ex-boyfriend Chole wanted to forget. But this could be his baby. All night Chole couldn't sleep. She seemed silent the entire evening- telling her father that she was studying for an important test. Harry seemed satisfied.

Walking through the corridors of the school, Chole targeted Ava. "Hey girl," Ava slammed her locker door as she grabbed the last book.

"Hey Ava.... I have to talk to you about something really important," Ava. Furrowing her eyebrows, Ava turned to Chole, "I think I might be pregnant." Ava raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure?" Chole nodded, "Remember yesterday I threw up? And then later that day, I wanted a banana with chocolate syrup and relish." Ava scrunched her nose a little. "Gross...."

Chole leaned in closer, "Will you go with me to the pharmacy after school today?" Ava looked to the side before biting her lip. She sighed and nodded. "Just don't tell anyone- not even your brother, okay?" Ava nodded.

Chole scanned the pharmacy for feminine products. Finding the pregnancy test, Ava and Chole made their way to the counter, ignoring the judgmental looks the older cashier was giving them. "I'm sure your mom will appreciate you running and getting her this." Ava said. The older woman smiled and continued ringing the girls up.

Leaving the store, Ava stopped Chole. "Did you want to take the test at my house?" Chole thought for a second, her eyes shifting from the box to Ava. "Okay." She spoke shyly.

The two girls were waiting. Ava's mother was at work, her brother was locked in his room listening to his music and doing homework and her father wouldn't be home for another day due to business.

Slowly, two little lines started poking through the little white square. "What does that mean?" Asked Ava. Chole looked at the test. "....it means I'm pregnant."

Flat and blank like a thin piece of notebook paper. Chole was pregnant. She gave Ava a blank stare before letting the gloss of her eyes brim over with tears- falling into Ava's grasp. "It'll be okay lo, it'll be okay...." was all she could repeat.

Walking home, Chole just stared at the passing cars- some forming over the hill of the street, and others passing from the bridge that was behind her. Somehow, it would all change. The streets of the city would be different, the grass in the early morning of the dawn would be different.... her social life would be different. Would Ava tell someone? Would she tell Sam, the possible- the biological father of the child? It all ran through her like speeding horses.

Her home seemed different upon approaching it. Taking careful steps inside, the house creaked of emptiness. "Hey baby!" Harry's voice rang in from the basement studio. "Hi!" Was all she could choke out. Before she could disappear from the living room, Harry zoomed over to Chole, wrapping her in this fluffy hug. Shoot! How did I not see his car? Harry pulled away to stare back at his daughter's face with this cheery smile, "How was school poppet?" Chole plastered on the best fake smile she could bear. "It was good- you know, same ol, same ol."

Harry ran his fingers through the strains of her golden hair. "I missed you today... at work- there a crew member that was showing pictures of his new baby girl and I immediately thought about you.... and how beautiful you looked when you were born.... still are."

A twinge poked at Chole. "Brand new baby girl." She let the shiver run through her like lightning, before going off subject. "What's for dinner today?"

"Well, since I've been working all day and I'm very tired.... I'd say we could just order something instead. What did you want?'

Chole thought for a moment, "Uh, maybe... tacos?" Harry smiled, "Ohhh, that sounds good! Tacos it is."

As Harry ran to grab his coat and keys, Chole sat back on the couch. No way could she tell him now.... no way could she tell him at all.

Dinner time was a tense stiff hue for Chole. Just her. Harry, relaxed and letting all his work, flow off his mind to spend time with the most important girl to him. Chole, gritted through laughter and corny stories about Mitch and Sara, then forced to provide one of her own with Ava. Swallowing down her tacos- eating a plate of seconds, Chole couldn't focus her eyes onto Harry's. Babies, fetuses, kids, boyfriends- they all circled around Chole's brain like a carousel. How could she tell her father that she was pregnant? What would he do? What would happen to her?

Chole thought about those big foot holders at the end of the table. One would hold her legs as she screamed and pushed, the other would hold her feet while she was dazed, looking up at the wall, counting the speckles designs that were tiptoed across it. Both were shivering- clamming her feet cool and patching the nath of her neck hot. "Chloe?" She looked up from her plate, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." "You're so quiet this evening," "Oh... I was thinking about something Ava said about this boy in my class, Sam. She thinks he likes me." Chole chuckled a little. Harry responded with a nervous chuckle again. As Chole cleared the table, Harry kept gaze on his daughter. Taking a deep breath, Chole could feel her father's eyes boring into her. Was her time up? Would he become suspicious to what she was hiding? Keeping her eyes on the dishes, Chole carefully cleaned them before escaping to her bedroom.

A furrow arched over Harry's eyebrow.

A quiet. Silence of the thick nightfall was like a blanket, covering the snooze of dusk. Chole sat awake- haunted by her dread. Her head hadn't even touched the sole of the pillow. Glancing to every direction that was shadowed by the dark. Chole felt her heart speed up. The image of her father simmered through her mind. Chole couldn't catch it in time. She couldn't grasp the flustering image of being thrown from the home or being dragged into a clinic and not being able to save the little fetus of her belly.

Adoption was number one. But Chole couldn't hide 9 months from Harry.

Or maybe she could. She would have to. Chole found herself out of bed and zipping up her jacket. Emptying her backpack, Chole shoved one pair of jeans in after another, and one shirt after another. Then her toothbrush, then her toothpaste, her cell phone.... her wallet.

Slinging the backpack over her shoulder, Chole carefully tip toed down the stairs and out the door. Taking one last look at her little house. Chole sighed before stepping out onto the pathway. Passing the houses through the dark, Chole tried to ignore the slight chill of springtime tickled her nose. Turning left, then right, Chole didn't know where she was headed, but she didn't care.

She couldn't let Harry see her. She couldn't tell him.

Chole found herself passing Ava's house. Carefully sneaking onto her grass, Chole threw pebbles at Ava's window. A relief fell over her once she saw her friend's shadow appear through the window.

"Chole?" "Ava! I need to stay with you!" Ava shook her head slightly. "Chole, my mom and dad are home! They'll wake up if they hear you!"

Chloe felt tears brimming. "Please Ava!" Ava sighed, before ushering Chole to the front door. Sneaking her upstairs, Ava pulled out her sleeping bag. "You tell your dad?" Chole shook her head sniffling. "I couldn't. So, I left. He can't see my bump. It'll destroy him." Ava looked to the side. "He's gonna notice your gone."

Chole shrugged. "I'll be gone by tomorrow, Ava. He won't get a chance to see me."

Ava breathed in a shallow breath. "Okay.... but... just don't leave the country or something." A chuckle escaped her, easing a smile onto Chloe's mouth. "Thanks Ava. I owe you one."

The light of the sun sparkled through the open blinds. Chloe rubbed her eyes and woke fully to the sound of voices downstairs. "Chole!" A female voice shouted. Chloe's stomach rolled. Carefully slipping out of the sleeping bag, snatching her backpack, Chloe carefully walked downstairs. Peeking through the gap of the stairs, she could see Harry sitting on the couch, talking to Ava's mother and Ava.

She told him. Ava told her best friend's father that she was pregnant. Seering through the gap was Chloe; Harry turned his sight once he sensed her. "Chloe! Sweetie! Come here!" His voice, honeyed with anguish, Harry's arms were wide open, waiting for Chloe to grapple in them.

Running down the stairs, Chole flew into Harry's arms. "Thank you." He said to Ava's mother before they left the home. The care ride home was quiet. Chloe's eyes were locked on the window. Chloe didn't dare look her father in the eyes.

"You're pregnant?" Chloe slowly turned to her father, tears brimming her eyes. "Yes," her voice cracked. Pulling into their driveway, Harry wrapped his arms around Chloe. "It'll be okay, honey." Chloe shook her head. "No it won't! My life's over, I'll drop out of school and now I'll have to abort my baby!"

Harry rubbed her back. "No you're not! Chloe, you are not dropping out of school! What you decide to do is your choice, but I'll be with you every step of the way, I promise." Harry's embrace tightened, leaving Chloe secure. "Thanks dad." She sniffled.

Harry kissed her forehead before taking her inside the house.

[the-genius-az]

Now I'm obsessed with the idea of Azula and Mai having a child during the war.

Maybe the betrayal will be worse, Azula will be hurt that her "omega" leaves her for a stupid guy like Zuko, like why? What can he offer? He's not even able to get her pregnant like she did.

Mai probably visits Azula in the asylum sometimes, and Azula will yell at her and refuse to see her son, saying that he is a bastard, causing Mai to not appear again.

Although I like the idea of Azula claiming her son better, saying that Mai will abandon him for Zuko, that maybe she will cast him aside for not being her damn pathetic lover's son.

[the-feirefiz-blog]

African men want to give something back to Europe.

African men want to give something back to Europe. - European girls are happy to accept something from them.

[baby-bumps-broomsticks]

I'm pleased to announce that Baby Bumps & Broomstcks is ready to host its first fest!

The theme for this fest is Teen Pregnancy - and while we're aware that Teen Pregnancy is not everyone's cup of tea, we would like to take a moment to stare that we are not supporting teenage pregnancies but we are supportive of teenage parents no matter what their circumstances are. This fest is to celebrate authors and artists who have chosen to give teenage pregnancies representation within the Harry Potter fandom.

If you would like to join us, you can find further details, the fest rules, and important links here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/16FPjrLgzzhUVMSsqhOR7IwWmMj98XHT3QI6QkXWGMEo/edit?usp=sharing

I can't wait to see what everyone creates!

[countrymusiclover]

It's About Time

Y/n and Georgie have been best friends for years. Everyone in town is waiting on when they will get together...including Y/n herself. When a new girl comes into town and interests Georgie will they ever get together??

1 - Matching Marks

2 - Possible Futures

3 - Memaw's Car

4 - New Feelings and a Videotape

5 - The Birthday Surprise

6 - Will He Ever Realize?

7 - Love Letter

8 - The Jealousy Plan

9 - Jealousy Plan in Motion

10 - Switching Coopers

11 - Changing the Game

12 - Late Night Confession

13 - Good / bad decisions

14 - The First Date

15 - Moving to the next Level

16 - The Day My Life Changed

17 - We’ll be Bonnie and Clyde

18 - Cooper Baby Video

19 - My New Family

20 - Man of the House

21 - Lot Can Happen in 10 Years

22 - Blast from my Past

23 - The Big City Girl

???

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Tags just ask - @lover-of-books-and-tea @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley @skeletonontheroad @ashsallyblue2 @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @herondale-lightworm @afraidofshrimp @eclipse134

[teamangelabaker80]

Young Pregnancy

Warning ⚠️: Talks of abortion

Y/n sat by the lake, the setting sun painting the in hues of pink gold, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside her young heart. The revelation of her pregnancy by Angela Baker had sent shock through her very being, leaving her grappling with a whirlwind of emotions.

As Angela approached, their usual camaraderie overshadowed by the weight of their circumstances, Y/n felt a mix of fear and uncertainty clouding her thoughts. The prospect of bringing a child into the world at such a tender was daunting, and the conversation that followed between them was heavy with unspoken fears and suppressed tears.

"Angela, I... I never imagined we would be facing something like this," Y/n began, her voice trembling with the weight of their shared secret. "What do we do now?"

Angela's usually confident demeanor wavered, her eyes reflecting the same fear and uncertainty that Y/n felt. "I don't know, Y/n. This is a lot to process," she admitted, her voice soft and vulnerable.

Their conversation turned to the difficult choices ahead, the possibility of keeping the baby versus the option of abortion hanging in the air like an unspoken question mark. Each path held its own set of challenges and uncertainties, and navigating this treacherous terrain seemed overwhelming for two teenagers barely beginning to understand the complexities of life.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the campgrounds, Y/n and Angela found solace in each other's presence, united by a bond that transcended their years. Together, they faced an uncertain future, knowing that whatever decision they made would shape the course of their lives in profound ways.

In that moment of quiet contemplation by the tranquil lake, Y/n realized that no matter what lay ahead, they would navigate this journey together, drawing strength from each other as they braved the stormy seas of adolescence and adulthood intertwined.

As darkness descended, shrouding the world in a cloak of mystery and possibility, Y/n and Angela found a flicker of hope amidst the shadows, a beacon of light guiding them through the darkness of the unknown.

[belongstochan-writingblog]

Plot: Chan is a single father of a teenager daughter, when she becomes pregnant and is abandoned by her baby's father she tells her father.

Warnings: teen pregnancy (she's 16), daughter and father bond, emotional, abandoned. Angst with a fluffy ending.

Myla stands in the kitchen behind her father as he makes coffee, she has to tell him she is pregnant and that the baby's father had abandoned her. She knows deep down that her father won't leave her but she's deadly scared because there's a possibility he won't want her anymore.

With a small voice she calls out to him "daddy?" Her father quickly turns around with a start and is about to say something but he stops when he sees his daughter's expression.

"Myla? Sweetie, what's wrong?" Chan asks softly as he puts his coffee mug down and he steps forwards to her and Myla whimpers softly gripping her shirt causing Chan's heart to break to see his daughter start to cry and he reaches out and puts his hand on her arm gently.

"I'm pregnant, daddy." Myla says as tears roll down her face and she whimpers softly before speaking "Zion is the father but he doesn't want anything to do with the baby or I anymore."

Chan tears up and wraps his arms around her and pulls her close and he whispers softly "I'm here for you, sweetie, I won't ever abandon you either."

Myla cries against her father's chest holding him close. Chan puts his hands on her head with all types of emotions running through him.

Chan knows that if he ever sees Zion, he'll beat the shit out of him, but he knows he can't because his little girl needs him.

[i-think-i-loved-them-all]

there will always be a void to fill

i spent my childhood devouring books

my teens devoured by men

and i am hungry still

i meet a reflection's eyes and see

my father's

dreaded daughter

that should not be

my mother was a child

i embody her worst year

forever fifteen

and starving

[i-heart-yellowstone]

16 Governor Dutton

Part 17

Raised Fair Share of Hell

Tag list @bvbwestfall @hcwthewestwaswcn @child-of-of-the-sunshine @elenavampire21 @keep-the-wolves-close @kmc1989 @tallrock35

4 years Later

Rolling over in my spot in the bed I stretched my limbs out seeing that I had woken up before my alarm had gone off. I shifted my body where I ended up laying on my right side facing my husband who was still asleep right beside me. It was a rare change that I ever got to watch him sleep. Normally he would already be up and heading to the barn even though he knew we’d both officially start work at the same time before the sun had even risen up in the sky.

Shifting myself to sit up against the pillows I gently started nudging him awake by pushing my hand against his shoulder. “Kayce. Kayce, hey. It’s time for work.”

“Mmm okay.” He grumbled rubbing the sleep from his eyes tossing the covers and quickly shrugging his work clothes on.

Changing into a dark red flannel, dark blue jeans and some muddy black boots. I plucked my hat off the hook near the door dusting off the light brown cowboy hat, placing it on my head looking at my husband. “Time to go to work.”

“You said it, Lissa Rae.” Kayce kissed my forehead and we exited the house together getting in his truck to meet the Livestock Agents out by the border.

Exiting the truck I smiled in his direction seeing he already had a horse waiting for me. Climbing up on it the wind moved hair in front of my face. "Your father is getting the governor job today. Rip's got to manage the ranch for an entire party tonight. I don't think there's ever been this many possible people there."

"Yeah well I sure as heck never expected him to take the position to begin with...but now it's...real." Kayce chuckled but I could hear the shock in his tone. If there was one type of person I never expected John to become, it was governor. He only cares about what is best for the ranch. Meaning that he would destroy the possibility of an airport and more before it had even been a month I had no doubt about it.

Clicking my tongue and getting my horse to move we raced with the others to make sure the people trying to cross the boarded with stolen horses didn't get away. My horse turned to a stop as one guy tried to move around me. Yanking my reins the other way my horse got directly in the face of the bad guys horse where I could shove them back onto our side. Kayce caught one guy almost escaping on horse back until he roped him by the waist throwing him down into the water. He then jumped off cuffing him and sending him with our officers. "Man I gotta say I like starting my day like this. Riding horses and watching you rope, Kayce." I smirked resting my chin in the palm of my hand.

"Oh you do...well who knows your cowboy might have something else up his sleeve later tonight." He flirted back climbing on his horse riding back to the truck but not before sending me a wink seeing me blushing a little.

Getting back to the ranch we got out of our truck seeing a bunch of people and tents already set up. Rushing inside the house we changed out of our work clothes and into something formal. Kayce in one of his button up shirts and jeans with his hat. Me in a simple orange dress and brown boots wearing a light brown cowgirl hat on my head. "I'll get us drinks. Be right back darlin'." He kisses my cheek as I caught sight of Ryan and the other cowboys playing around with ropes. Slowly walking over there was a girl trying to show like she wasn't watching them but I could tell she was.

"Which one of them is eyeing you. I work with them all. I can be a good judge." I smiled leaning my back against the fence seeing my sister in law Beth walking over to Rip who was watching the party from up on the hill.

The girl shakes her head in denial but failed. "I'm not gonna get with any of them. They can't be devoted to both you and a place like this.. I'm Abby by the way."

She sticks out her hand that I shook. "Alissa Dutton, nice to meet you." Staring back at the boys I saw Ryan staring over our direction with a smile. "I think you should reconsider the whole not dating a cowboy thing. If you find an amazing one you'll be suprised."

Kayce comes our way carrying two beers in his hands grinning which is something that doesn't happen often on this ranch. "Well who would you suggest, him?" She pointed at my husband, making me snort out a reply immediately.

"He's taken, honey." Pointing at Ryan with my index finger she followed where I was pointing. "Him though I slept with a few times. Trust me he's good."

Kayce hands me my beer, tipping his hat to Abby beside me offering me his arm for a dance. "Care to dance, darlin'?"

Sitting my beer on the ground alongside his I spun him on his toes dragging him onto the dance floor by the stage that had a live band. "I just hooked Ryan up with a girl. Look over there. That's her." His eyes shifted over watching Ryan playfully rope the girl in for a dance with his charm making me smile.

"Good for him. Now if only we could stop that from happening-" He scoffed lightly tilting his head in the direction of the barn allowing me to see Faith and Carter spinning the other around as the music played. He had gotten taller and our daughters hair had gotten longer. I knew it was a matter of time before we have to have the talk about periods and what not.

Kayce spins me out and back into his chest throwing my hair around. "Don't you worry cowboy. We've got a while before they completely grow up on us." He intertwined our hands together again and our boots kicked up dust around.

Exiting the barn the next morning Rip had assigned Carter to ride John's horse. Faith and I climbed on our saddles. Kayce was having our other kids help clean up from the party. "Cart you're missing something." She called out to him as he was running around in a panic making sure everything was good.

"What am I missing, Faith?" He asked, halting in his tracks.

She giggled tipping her tan hat up to him where he smacked his forehead cursing as he got it from the barn finally climbing onto the horse. "Hat shit. Where's the hat!"

Kicking my horse in the belly I led the kids out following the others to see them moving the cattle. Faith and I worked pretty well together. Carter got one until his horse fell into a hole. Whipping my head around I raced over seeing his arm messed up. "Carter, you alright. What hurts?" My motherly instincts kicking in seeing him not being able to raise his arm.

"You need to keep one eye on the cow and the other on the ground." Rip orders seeing the horses legs didn't look too good.

Carter looks at Faith almost in tears as she pets her grandfather's horse. "Is the horse gonna be okay?" She shakes her head no seeing Rip reach for the rifle on his saddle.

"Rip, wait a second. That's John's horse. There must be something we can do.." I trailed off rising to my feet and securing his arm holding the shotgun.

He slumped his shoulders allowing me to see regret in his eyes. He hated having to kill a horse everyone knew that. "That leg won't heal, Alissa. We can't have him suffering." He gently pushed me aside with Faith pointing the weapon and killing the horse.

Closing my eyes I immediately replied towards my daughter. "Liyod, help him with the saddle. Alissa, take Carter back to the barn." She nodded helping him to his feet and the three of them removed the gear heading back towards the barn.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in the main house bedroom I dug inside one of the drawers finding an old badge that I didn’t carry on me anymore. Pulling out the badge from the wooden drawer I brushed my thumbs over the old silver Livestock Commissioner title that was in my hands. “My father should have passed the position down to you instead of me.”

“Nah. My daddy didn’t raise me to do politics, Kayce. He raised me to be a rancher, that's all I know.” Shrugging my shoulders I raised my head seeing my husband standing in the doorway.

“That’s all I know how to be too, darling.”

Kayce crossed the room ditching his boots crawling on the bed to sit behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”

“What’s on your mind?” He softly asked me.

Turning around so I was able to look into his deep brown eyes I draped my arms over his shoulders. “I think we should take down the fences that connect our family ranches. Let the two largest ranches combine into an even bigger one.”

“Alissa-“

I cut him off shortly knowing how it sounded. “I know it would create a larger target on both of our families backs but we won’t be two similar families fighting against the same enemies. We’d be one big family fighting against the people who want to take our land from us. So what do you think?”

“I think that’s a great idea. But what about your father?” Kayce knits his brows together.

Laying my head against his chest Kayce kisses the crown of my head. “I’ll talk with Alana. She always convinces him.” Kayce nodded, eyeing the Livestock Badge on the foot of the bed.

His father may think that he was meant to wear the badge. In reality though the woman in his arms was made for it more than he ever could be.

He just needed to convince his father of that now that he was Governor.

[moonlight-alphafemale]

Pro life people tell teens to "Don't terminate unwanted pregnancies" then kick out their teenage daughters when they get pregnant

[countrymusiclover]

3 - A Sloan Date

Part 4

Feisty Coffee Girl

Running my fingers through my hair I chuckled nervously feeling my face turn red with the interns watching our interaction. “I guess I’m meeting you for the second time, Mark Sloan.”

My entire body had frozen at that moment. I reached into my pocket of my coat drawing out my phone. Scanning through my phone contacts I saw that the number had called me when I had picked up my daughter from school. “You've been blowing up my phone for almost two weeks.”

“I thought you would have called me back by now if you were interested and most people I’m with are typically interested when we first meet.” Mark responded to me shoving his hands inside his coat pockets.

Christina spoke up first behind us. “You know the Mark Sloan.”

“Not really. We only met one time when I worked at the coffee shop.” I corrected her statement before she assumed we had a long past together when we didn't.

Meredith raised a brow. “So how did you two meet?”

“He wanted a coffee and I gave him a scone recommendation. That was basically all.” I looked at the girl.

Izzie finally rounded the nurse desk grabbing me by the back of my jacket pushing me away from the coffee guy. “You listen here Mr. You stay away from her. She doesn't want anything to do with you!”

“Woah Iz dial it down a bit would ya. Nothing happened.” I pushed my way around her, not clear on what she was so pushy about. He was a guy that we were meeting for the first time. He couldn't wrong me from our first meeting.

Mark smiled at me, sending me a wink. “Don’t worry she'd have to let me take her on first before we could ever get serious.”

I felt my face turning red at his words and it only got deeper when our gaze locked onto the other. I didn't feel up to dating at the moment. I had my daughter to think about first and foremost before anybody else. “Mark, I'll at least take you up on your offer to buy me a drink.” I finally spoke towards the plastics surgeon.

“Y/n!” Izzie gasped in disgust.

Waving my hand at her I focused on Mark. “What time were you thinking or what time do you get off of work?”

“How about a quarter to never.” Izzir growled behind me.

Mark put his hands in the pockets of his dark pants. “I'd say around 7. Does that work for you?”

“That’s fine with me.” I replied back.

Someone cleared their throat behind him and we saw an older black guy standing before us. “Dr. Sloan can I see you in my office?”

“Sure chief. I'll see you tonight, feisty coffee girl.” Mark sent me a wink following him to his office on the next floor of the hospital.

Another doctor walks over to our group that had styled black hair and soft eyes that met in Meredith’s direction but says nothing for a few minutes. The man finally did say something to the group though. “So. Who’s the feisty coffee girl?”

“That would be me.” I raised my hand moving away from Izzie, extending my hand to the guy. “Y/n, Y/n Stevens .”

“Derek Shepherd. Nice to meet you. Uh I'm sorry but do you know the kid driving the wheelchair through the hospital?” Derek introduced himself before my eyes went wide, turning around on my feet.

I jumped backwards away from him when a wheelchair came running past us and I instantly saw my daughter being the one driving it through the hospital area. “Uh sorry but I have to go. I’ll see you later, Izzie. Eve!” Chasing after her it took me a good few minutes before I had caught up with her and we made our way home since I had to get ready for my date with a doctor.

“Why can’t I come with you?” Everly asked me eating her chicken bites that I had made for her in the oven.

Slipping on my tenna shoes I was standing in my bedroom with the door open so we could still talk. “Because where mommy is going tonight isn't a place for kids. Don't worry we will spend the whole day together tomorrow to make up for it.” I told my young child looking at myself in the mirror. I hadn’t been on a date in forever.

“I'll get it!” The doorbell rang with Everly opening it revealing Caroline who closed it behind her.

She sat her bag down searching for me. “Y/n, I want to see your outfit before the date tonight!”

“Does this look too simple? It feels too simple but we're just supposed to go out for drinks. I mean it isn't helping this is my first date since I had Eve basically but-” I was cut off with my best friend raising a hand.

She eyed my outfit, which was some ripped blue jeans and a light orange lace shirt that was short sleeved. I left my hair down where I had curled the ends of it to look slightly cuter. “You look cute and he clearly found you attractive in your work uniform so you shouldn’t have to worry.”

“Okay I’ll choose to believe you.” I smiled, calling my daughter over. “Everly!”

She ran over to me when I lowered myself down to a knee hugging her before I left for the evening. “Promise me that you will be super good for Caroline while I am gone.” She looped her pinky with mine and I did the same making our promise. The bar that we were meeting at was near my apartment building so I could just walk down there. Walking down a few different streets I entered the bar seeing Mark sitting at one of the bar tables.

“There’s my feisty coffee girl.” Mark smirked when I sat down on the barstool across from him sitting my bag on the edge of the table. His eyes scanned over me not dropping the smirk. “You look cuter than you did in your work uniform.”

I blushed, snorting out a laugh. “I would hope so, Dr. Sloan.”

“Dr. Sloan, you don’t gotta call me that when we aren’t in the hospital. We’re on a first name basis aren’t we?” Mark smiled with a waitress bringing over two shots of tequila.

Picking up the glass I corrected my last statement. “My bad, Mark. But if we’re on a first name basis, call me Y/n.” We both raised our shot glasses and downed the drink yet I scrunch my nose at the bitter taste not used to doing strong alcohol.

“You okay, Y/n?” Mark asked, seeing the reaction on my face.

Covering my face with my freehand sitting my glass down on the table. When I got pregnant with Eve I didn’t have my first real drink until the day she went to elementary school. “Sorry tequila ain’t my thing.”

“We can go for something lighter. I ain’t picky especially if we can meet up again.” He met my gaze, waving the waiter over to get some different shots for us. We had done about four or five different shots just talking about his job and my job.

I wasn’t sure if I could tell him about my daughter yet. Most of the time when I did guys pretty much didn’t call me back after the date or just left during the date. If it was just me and Eve for a few more years I’d be somewhat okay with that. “You really want a second date. I didn’t think a simple coffee shop girl would impress a plastic surgeon.”

“You’re not a simple coffee girl, Y/n.” Mark sat his glass down reaching for my freehand laying on the table intertwining his with mine. “There’s something about you that interests me.”

I blurted out the question feeling embarrassed the second I said it. “You aren’t just saying that so I’ll sleep with you?”

“I’ll prove it.” He responded quickly back.

A curious look crossed my face. “How ya gonna do that?”

“While we keep going out I won’t sleep with anyone else. I won’t even mention it unless you want me too. Does that seem fair?” Mark squeezing my hand waiting for my response.

Squeezing his hand in mine I agreed to the offer not knowing what I was getting myself and my daughter at some point into. “Sounds like an interesting challenge. I accept it.” The night ended with him walking me back to my building and nothing more.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[tronmike82]

OP made the original post unrebloggable, but I just wanted to say that according to Wikipedia; brother bear is ten years old, which means that mama bear gave birth to him when she was seventeen.