#the baby is 9months

[tumbleweed-run]

been a while since we've heard from you or seen your writing, I hope all is well? How's your novel going? I'm always rereading all your gale fics lol

I appreciate the check-in. This isn't the only ask I've gotten so I do appreciate everyone.

I'm here puttering around still.

Not to sound like someone coming back from a hiatus with a wild story but I herniated a disc in my back in December. As someone in their 30s is known to do (btw if you guys didn't know I'm 32, like a whole ass adult).

I haven't been writing much. Honestly, I also haven't played BG3 in like... two months? But it is currently downloading to my PlayStation, so that might fix the radio silence.

Never fear I will inevitably be back when something reminds me of Gale, or I see a particular fanart that makes me feral.

[karmabites96]

Officially 9 months pregnant, 1.5 almost 2 cms dilated and 50% effaced. Getting closer everyday.

[myfanfictiongarden]

Home is where the Heart is- Tarzan 1999

Looking back at her childhood, Jane knows, it was a beautiful and loving one. For the longest while, Trevor Square, Knightsbridge, was her home and her world. The house they lived in didn’t look any different from all the others in that part of town just a few minutes south from Hyde Park, yet she firmly believed it must have been that happiness radiated from it more than from anywhere else. The little windows always like cheerful looking eyes, the red entrance door impossible to miss, and the tiny garden in the back yard always a paradise in bloom. 

They were a merry sight to their neighbours, their little family, mother, father, her, and old Nora. Were the windows open one could sometimes hear mother playing piano or catch sight of another tropical bird father would bring home escape. Her mother never stopped in the street to gossip with other women in the neighbourhood, her father never came home in ill humour, she preferred playing with her dolls outside rather than inside, and her nurse Nora had as much needed patience for all the brushed knees and torn petticoats as if she were a saint. Weekends would find them going on picnics to the countryside all four of them, holidays visiting family, summers at the coast. There was no room for idleness among them. Her parents had fought and worked hard for this life they shared.

Her father was the only son and child of a very respectable lawyer and barista of the Temple guild. His parents, especially his father, were keen on their intelligent son to follow in these footsteps, but left in utter despair when he in return, instead of rejoicing in the glory of human made law found comfort in the invisible light of spiritual revelation. His time studying theology found him on bad terms with his family, only too worsen when inspired by the natural beauty on earth he went on to the natural studies focusing at first on botany.  Now, with the prospects of having a penniless scientist in the family, the already strained relationship cooled down to nothing. Hurt by their lack of sympathy and understanding, Archibald Q. Porter soon found peace with this new freedom focusing from now on all energy on solving the mysteries of science. Meeting and earning the heart of his dear Cathrine though he always considered his greatest achievement. Cathrine, born into a merchants family, and being the younger of two daughters, had taken up on herself to continue in her family’s tradition in finding value in honest work, becoming a governess before considering starting a family of her own. Taking her young proteges out one morning to the zoo had led first to her new bonnet being ruined by a sudden heavy downpour, then to the arm broken of one of the boys, and lastly to coming across one of the most charming and considerable young man she ever beheld. He had managed to quiet down the sobs of the six year old by occupying his child's mind with stories of exotic animals while she took the hands of the other two, and together they made it safely back home before parting all wet and muddy at the entrance door. Somehow their paths continued to cross in the park or zoo, and soon her heart was taken with the young scientist five years her senior. From her parents side there was not much to say against her choice, except the fact that he was only a professor with a building good reputation and not a doctor within a wealthy circle. His parents were much less welcoming of her, but that did not stop her for trading the name Price for Porter.

Jane knew her parents wished long for children before she was born. She didn’t have any siblings, except for the younger sister that was laid to rest only a few hours after entering this world. Some might have despaired by the loneliness of being an only child, but not her, for she gladly took up paper and pencil to draw, having been gifted her mother's artistic talent, or would roam in her fathers study or laboratory, having inherited his scientific curiosity. There was also their first neighbours young son, Bobby, with whom she would often times find herself in mischief of one sort or another, he throughout childhood a true friend in game and play. 

Something had changed though when she was eight, something she as a child hadn’t been able to grasp fully. 

“Nora, is mumsy very sad?”

“Why, how could she be with a little chirping bird like you by her side?” Her nurse answered tickling her under the arms and being instantly met with laughter. 

“No, I mean, she rarely leaves her room and always sits by the window, staring outside with such a queer look in her eyes.”

“That’s because she likes to dream a bit.”

“During the day even?”

“Ay, even during the day. There is no harm in a bit dreaming I would say, isn’t it?”

There is no harm in dreaming certainly, and yet, Jane knew something was off, for this was so much different from the mother she had had until now, the one who would play and roam with her all day, run and stroll through parks, spend hours in the garden tending the hothouse or planing social gatherings or dinners at home. 

“Mumsy, do you like dreaming now more than going outside?”

“Dreaming?”

“Yes, when you sit by the window.” Like most days now since winter her mother was sitting half upright on the deep green couch in her room upstairs, leaning her head on the right hand and looking outside into the gloomy sky. It was a nice room with wallpaper painted in elaborate tropical flowers, wonderful velvet green curtains and a window looking out over their garden and many others. It was actually both her parents bedroom but her father oftentimes slept on a cot bed in his study.

“You are right, I do dream at times while sitting here.”

“About what?” Jane asked, now sitting on a small footstool by her mothers side.

“What about? Lets see, about a many things. About people in the neighbour houses and how their lives may look like, about the seasons changing, about what lies down the Themse and ever further, about all the magical places that are somewhere out there.”

“Like India!”

“Yes, India or Africa. Or South America and the Polonaise Islands. It may not be easy to travel there but one likes to imagine seeing all these places.”

“We could go with daddy, he has seen so much already so he could show us.”

“Yes, we might one day. But for now we are happy in our little home, aren’t we?”

“We could take things with us so it’ll be like home. We can take your bed and this couch and your dresses and daddy's bottles and books and everything!”

“And everything! And what would we do about Nora? Could you imagine her in the jungle? Or about you? Would there be enough room to squeeze you into some trunk?”

“I'm small and can fit into anywhere. And Nora is brave, she could even fight a lion!”

“Oh yes, she would teach any wild beast manners if it came to it.”

From that day they dreamt together in that pretty little room, dreamt of all the adventures they would go on, and very soon that little room wasn’t so small anymore but wide and wild, holding all of Africa's wonders within its walls. Their minds would form mountains and rivers and plains and where their imagination couldn’t fill out the jungle they took to aid books on botany, geography and travel journals published by those who had dared to step into the wide unknown. Sometimes Nora would join their fantasies while bringing tea and scones, pretending to have battled savages and climbed steep hills in order to supply them with refreshments, and then at other times her father lead the way through dangerous terrain while accompanying his theatrics with a variety of animal noises. In those days nothing was missing that couldn’t be compensated with a few gentle words. They did go on outings, although not as big ones as before, Hyde Park becoming the very real substitute for the African jungle and Jane running wide circles around the old oak where her mother would sit, like the little child decided to enjoy the freedom of movement for them both. But most precious of all, in the few more years that would follow, were the hours spend on the deep green couch, at times reading, at times dreaming, and at other times in an embrace.

“My darling, it is so nice dreaming with you. Please remember always that none of the furniture or dresses or dolls or even books are so important as the people you love. Because Home is where the Heart is.”

-

Many years later those words would come back to her, as would all the little things she didn’t know then but did understand now. What a cold thing walls out of brick and mortal are when laughter is missing, what use in books and paints or hats and dresses when harsh winds are ever blowing. Seasons may change but the clocks stay quiet.

In the jungle time flies differently. Being located so close to the equator the days are all similarly long, the nights similarly dark, no changing seasons indicating the years progress, the only difference being between season of more rain and season of less. There are no parliament meetings, social gatherings or cricket tournaments to mark certain dates in the year, nor are there any church bells toiling to tell the hours or days. Putting up camp again, now with not that many human hands to help, had taken some time, but being at last set up it did form a nice place to stay and allowed Jane leisure to study some more her new surroundings. She took her studies up with vigour, eagerly followed the gorillas as close as possible, eagerly listened to everything Tarzan tried to teach her about life in the jungle. And yet, she must have without realising taken up the habit of talking about London, talking so much she one day she stoped embarrassed when finally noticing the confusion on Tarzan’s face. After that she avoided any mention of her previous home for a while.

Then the day comes when he brings her to his parents tree-house, his birth parents tree-house. It is unexpected. He had until now only vaguely mentioned his human parents, his knowledge of the English language not yet enough to express such sensitive matters and she hadn’t dared to push. She is filled with so much wonder when realising where he had brought her to, realising where they stand, her mind endlessly impressed by the sheer ingenuity that must have been at work here, the unending power of will that managed to create something of a home in the midst of so much wilderness. Two people with a new-born build this, their love and will to live unmatched by anything she’d ever witnessed, and both love and grief for such remarkable people wash over her as she takes in her surroundings.

“Jane could live here. In real house like in London. Live with Tarzan.”

“Here?” They are now both standing in the center of the main room, dead leafs and tangled canopies around them, a gripping hole in the roof above them. She had entered alone, careful, like treading on sacred ground, but he must have followed her in, soundless as he could, now standing to his full size inches from her, looking at her face trying to read her expression.

“Yes. Jane like it?” He asks after a while, taking her hands in his.

“I love it.” She answers truthfully before embracing him with vigour.

[guiltyblogging]

Sorry in advance. My tags lost the plot. Take note and get some sleep, kids. Lack of sleep rots your brain, I'm proof.

[gunnerina]

I cannot be silent ANY LONGER

the Magnussen Brazil baby jokes don’t make sense CONSIDERING 9 MONTHS FROM NOVEMBER IS AUGUST

[iocheaira]

to elaborate on the “backclicking out of fic” poll……….it was so right of me to say mischaracterization. i spent like half the day reading at increasing speeds (and by the end just skimming to see what the writer decided to do) a fic that just when further and further off the rails. and the type of mischaracterization that also makes me most insane is when you take a sad little traumatized character with a found family and make their whole life about the nuclear family and heterosexual reproduction

[tender-rosiey]

since requests are open, i wanted to ask for pregnant!readerxgojo where the reader is currently 9months pregnant with her first child and is grocery shopping with gojo

details — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: husband!gojo is attentive and I don’t take any criticism on that

"satoru, get up."

"but I don't wanna!"

taking a deep breath, you thank the heavens for having a husband like gojo. it really prepares you for having a child of your own. you would like to bet that gojo is more difficult than any child out there but you still have to deal with him right now.

you cross your arms and huff, "satoru, we need to go grocery shopping."

satoru grumbles and cuddles the pillow closer. his eyes drifts to you, his pretty wife, and then to your stomach. his lips curve into a small smile and he sighs happily. you're pregnant and soon, you will finally be able to see your little girl.

he will finally be able to hold her in his arms. the thought itself makes him giddy.

"you're really going to leave your very pregnant wife go shopping all by herself?" you pout but he doesn't concede.

he sits up, stretching, "are you implying that my wife is weak?"

"of course not, I am a strong and capable woman on my own!"

he makes his way to you and pulls you close. you look up at him and tilt your head with a cheeky smile, "so you going?"

he hums and presses a kiss to your shoulder, "I can't leave my girls alone, after all," his hand rests on your stomach, "though, I am sure my pretty girl here will protect her mama well."

and it's like she hears and understands him as she lightly kicks. satoru beams then looks you in the eye, "I think I am going to be her favorite," he teases, expecting you to bicker with him, tell him that the favorite will obviously be you.

he wasn't prepared to be met with a gentle smile and eyes so full love it almost scares him.

he gravitates towards your touch anyway cause who is gojo if not a lover of adventure?

the caress of your hand has him melting to putty. you then speak up with a content sigh, "well, you are my favorite so it would be nice if she shares the same sentiment as her mama, no?"

he nods with smile, closing his eyes for a moment then abruptly straightening himself, "okay!" he claps his hands eagerly, "time for shopping!"

so now you two are grocery shopping, more like you though. you look through different brands of each thing and you try to take satrou's opinion. but he is as useful as the shopping cart he is pushing.

"satoru, should I pick this or this?"

"I don't see the difference?"

still, he does provide good company and there are some things that he gets that make you want to hug the hell out of him. for example, you were troubled between two types of spreads and satoru came to the rescue.

he read the ingredients then chose one right away. a part of you thought that he didn't actually give it some thought but then he speaks up, "you're allergic to the other one and it has some ingredients that you hate, sweets," he looks at you, confused, "that should've been an easy choice."

your eyes tear up and you pull him into a tight hug, "SATORU, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!"

and the way he lights up at your affection is so very cute. he returns the hug tenfold—mindful of the little girl in you.

another thing that satoru is pretty good at while shopping with you is attracting attention. attention that he eats up like no other.

he poses and entertains the kids. he is chatting with the aunties and you’re left squeezing the hell of one poor bell pepper. you did bring up putting a leash on him, but, of course, he was encouraging of the idea to the point you had to smack him with a pillow.

“papa needs to be humbled, huh, baby?” you hum to your baby with a smile.

though, something that satoru never lets you forget is that even if he enjoys the attention from others, he truly only craves yours and only yours. one way he does is through his eyes. even when everyone’s focus is on him, his eyes are on you, so full of yearning and adoration.

and both of you know, that at the end of the day, he comes back to you. just like now.

“y/nnn! look what I got!”

you look at him and your jaw drops. satoru is all smiley and joyful…and he has about 10 bags worth of baby clothes, “satoru—I—what—why?!”

he takes his sweet time answering you, “yes: you, baby clothes for our princess, and because she deserves to be spoiled!”

“you just got 20 last week?!”

“I never said I was a ‘careful’ spender,”  he starts rummaging through one of the bags and gets out a box of jewelry, a filled to the brim box of jewelry, “I got you these as well! I remember you brought 2 new dresses and there were others that you couldn’t find matching jewelry for so—are you crying?”

forgetting about the bags, he pulls you into am embrace and coos, “aww, my pretty girl is all sentimental," his thumbs wipe the tears so naturally and he presses sweet kisses to your cheeks, "hormones got you all messed up, baby?"

“I don’t care about the jewelry.”

“ouch.”

you sniffle, “it’s just the fact that you remember these things that gets me all soft.”

“of course, I do!” he starts squeezing your cheeks together, “you’re my baby, my mochi, my honey bunny, my pumpkin—“

whining, you push his hands away, “satoru, people are watching!”

“so?”

you grumble, giving up on literally everything, “let’s just go home,” you yawn a little, “I am feeling a little tired anyways.”

satoru starts carrying the bags right away and he does it with so much ease, you would think he is just folding a piece of paper. on top of that, he doesn’t leave your side and makes sure that he’s there for you to rest or steady yourself.

you don’t get very far though.

“satoru.”

“yes, pretty?”

“my water broke.”

“WHAT?!”

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[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#519 9Months

F!Yuu*Carrying Grim like a baby and gives him to Idia*Here babe, you left this in my vagina

Idia*Holding Grim on his lap, Holding laughter*Ok?

F!Yuu*Holding pregnancy test*And I'll have another one for you in 9 months~

Idia:...*Window's crash intensifies*W-WAIT MY POMEGRANATE IS A-APRIL FOOLS ISNT TODAY-YUU!?!-*falls off his gaming chair into his face with pink hair*

[newtonsheffield]

I’m doubtful that they will have miles in the next season. Studios usually cast twins/multiples in order to be able to use them for much longer within the day.

Yeah I think the same. I was saying that I think it really unlikely that the baby Kate and Anthony are having will be only 6-9months old by the time the main action happens. But I guess that depends on the timeline and whether there’s time jumps and what not.

I don’t think Edmund and Miles are twins based on the possible casting of multiples. It’s just easier to film with multiples.

I do think it’s funny that Daphne had two kids in a year and Kate has been gestating for 47 months though 😂😂

[lila-rae]

🧸 is a chunky little (19lb) bear and has gotten too big for 9month clothes (at 5 months old) so I’m having to change out his wardrobe…what is going on with my little baby? Why growing so fast?

And he has multiple teeth!!!

I’m distraught.

[nelbrokeloose]

*prompt I have written in my drafts*

*gay male cowboy and gay ftm trans gardener are working on the same farm. They frequent the empty stables to fuck. 9months later the gardener is bent over in an empty pen with his massive twin belly hanging low as he crowns his first baby. While the cowboy supports him.*

Oooo that's hot! More of these kinds of asks, pls! Ok, here I go

"We can't let anyone hear us." whimpered Sebastian soon after a contraction hit him.

"Don't worry about that for now." Chris said rubbing the sweaty back of his lover "Just try to breathe."

They tried to hide the pregnancy, but it became impossible on the last few months. Sebastian started getting bigger overalls and shirts but his belly would not stop growing. Soon he had to stop working on the garden and Chris took over his duties until the delivery.

"Chris, I'm scared." he said with tears in his eyes.

Chris knew they should have called someone to help but Sebastian said it was fine, he didn't want to bother anyone else on the farm.

"You're doing great, sweetie!"

"It hurts so much!"

"I know, but it will be over soon, I promise!"

Sebastian also insisted in giving birth at their love nest, precisely at the same pen they fucked for the first time. Chris' cock was bulging in his tight jeans and Sebastian's clit jolted when he saw his lover sweaty from work taking off his shirt.

Things were different now but they were closer and more intimate than ever. Chris had never seen anyone as beautiful as Sebastian having their child.

The labor was going on for the last 4 hours. Chris never left Sebastian's side and showered him with kisses, rubs and words of encouragement.

"Oh, fuck! I think it's coming out! AAAAARGH!!!" Sebastian said squatting lower and opening up his legs.

Chris squatted behind Sebastian and placed his hand over the gardner's bulging pussy. He felt the baby's hair and tears of joy ran over his cheeks.

"Push, honey! You're doing amazing!"

Sebastian was holding the pen door so tight that his fingers turned white. He didn't care anymore if anyone else would hear them. He emptied his lungs with a primal scream while he pushed.

Several minutes passed. Sebastian pushed, screamed and cried as the head reached the widest point. He thought the gravity was going to help him but he was exhausted. Chris hugged him from behind and occasionally would feel the crowning vagina to update Sebastian on the process.

"Just a few more pushes, come on!"

Sebastian pushed and the head was out.

"Keep going! We're almost done!" Chris cupped the baby and with a few more pushes the rest of the body came down.

Chris placed the crying baby boy on Sebastian's arms and hugged them both.

"You did it!"

"Thank God it's over." Sebastian laughed and lay down on a pile of hay. "I don't wanna do this again anytime soon..."

Chris kissed him passionately.

"You don't have to do this ever again, I promise."

"I don't know..." Sebastian caressed the baby's hair. "He might get lonely. Can you believe something so small made my belly grow so big?"

"Yeah, it's unbelievable."

Their moment of peace was soon over when Sebastian felt another contraction.

"What is this?" Sebastian said holding his massive belly.

"You're delivering the placenta, everything is fine." Chris assured stroking his lover's hair.

Sebastian started pushing again.

"Hmph! Is it supposed to be this painful?"

"I don't know, love."

Chris went down to the birth canal and watched as the vagina contracted with the whole belly. He then noticed Sebastian's pussy bulging again as he pushed hard and screamed in pain.

"Sebastian..."

"Ugh! Is everything fine?"

Chris heart skipped a beat when he noticed another slit of hair peeking out of the vagina.

"I think we're already having another."

[manpreg22]

Having our first family picture. I am Josh currently 9months pregnant. My pregnancy was a result of my bad decisions and to be honest I was always inti girls until that one night that I got very drunk after our victory party in the varsity. I met Victoria soon after not realizing I am already pregnant. We clicked in an instant and became a couple immediately until I noticed my belly getting larger. Victoria had a son when she was just 16years old that she named Vien. She introduced me to him and he was cool to having me as part of their family. Everything was fine until I made victoria pregnant not knowing that I was already 4months pregnant that day. She was the one who noticed that my belly is getting bigger month after month and is the only thing that gets big. We then decided to consult a doctor which confirmed that I was pregnant as well and even more advanced than her. She immediately reassured me that nothing will change with her feelings towards me and will treat my baby as her own. Now we are very happy to be a family of 5 in the coming months. My fear on what may happen to me as I give birth is gone now that I have the support of my pregnant wife Victoria and her Son Vien.

[windrider01]

Emergency Commissions (Pricing here) to save my 9month old Kitten Edward who was just recently diagnosed with FIP and I am not in a good financial spot atm and not sure how much it'll be to get him the meds he needs to get better and beat FIP.

He's just a little baby at 9 months old and I want him to have a long and happy life with his brother Alphonse, the top cat shown below and give him all the love, treats and snacks he very much deserves as he is such a sweet boy. He's been such a trouper through all the poking and prodding at the vet

If you rather donate I do have a gofundme https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-edward-beat-fip

Any donation big and or small would be very much appreciated 💗 even if you can only donate a dollar it would still help so very much thank you 💗

[megalony]

Hi Hi, I'm just rewatching 911 and I have a crazy idea for buck 🫣

So, Buck and Reader are together and she is 9months pregnant so about to pop Baby Buckley out 😂

On one call Buck rescues a woman and she starts gettong obsessed with her 'hero' - like she brings him desserts, wants to meet him for 'dates' and even goes as far as stalking him so she finds out where he lives - but when she swings by to seduce him only reader is home and when she sees that shes pregnant she loses it, she takes the reader hostage and demands that buck comes home to choose the "right" woman for him 🫣

I know you have a fic thats kinda like this, but I think this woman is much more unhingend and maybe you like that too and want to write it ♥️

Hiiii,

Ooh my God I absolutely love writing these kind of angst imagines and I couldn't get this out of my head. I hope you like what I came up with.

XOXOXOXOXO

You Need To Choose

[villagesmartass]

I’ve always dated sad boys and ur posts about ur bf being so friendly and happy are so hopeful to me, trying not to feel guilty about wanting to be with someone thats friendly and in a good mood most of the time. Also congrats on the pregnancy (if you are haha) thats so beautiful and exciting <3

aw I totally get that I’ve only ever dated “mysterious brooding” guys and it caused a lottt of problems and I always wondered if I’d find someone who wasn’t so emo and dramatic lol. Life is really what you make it and I have no doubt you will find someone who treats you with respect, kindness and sunniness. I did have to do a lottt of healing that wasn’t really a choice and spend some years broken and alone after much loss so as amazing as it is it definitely comes at a cost, a very beautiful one, just like becoming pregnant at 9months together. And it’s confirmed! Baby’s due 3/3. Thank you🩵🧜🏻‍♀️you’re awesome