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krummholz-go · 4 months

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Bildad the Shuhite, midwife/cobbler/improv artist

Brought over from a post I made on reddit

On a recent rewatch, I realized what a beautiful example of the "Yes, and…" improv technique the entire Bildad "childbirth" scene was. In improv, the process of saying yes, and to your scene partners (as opposed to no, but) is critical for showing and building trust, cooperation, and ultimately creativity. It shows your scene partners that they can rely on you and that you feel you can rely on them. You relinquish a sense of personal control but gain the possibility of creating something larger than yourself.

It struck me that Crowley and Aziraphale are able to do this complicated and difficult trust exercise for extremely high stakes so early in their relationship. For the first time they are "a group of the two of us," accomplishing something together that they could not have accomplished on their own.

SCENE BREAKDOWN:

Crowley begins the scene by introducing himself: “Remember me? Bildad the Shuhite?” Gabriel gives a soft no to this in an attempt to shut things down, immediately challenging Aziraphale on who he is. Aziraphale gives his first yes to Crowley in the scene by reaffirming the statement, though it is a relatively soft yes: "He says he's Bildad the Shuhite?" Crowley then doubles down on the yes with repetition: "And so I am! Bildad the Shuhite! Need any shoes?"

Michael interjects here with a second soft no, correcting Crowley's statement about shoes by stating, "Shuhite means 'from the land of Shua.'" Crowley sticks to the rules of improv by giving another yes to Michael: "Indeed! It does!" before adding his and: "Where, as it happens, I am a leading shoemaker."

Then Aziraphale picks it up with a literal "Yes," and builds on the scene by adding an and: "Well, it would be really useful if you were an expert on human births?"

Crowley is seen physically shaking his head "no" at this statement, indicating internal reluctance to go in this direction, yet he still plays along, agreeing with Aziraphale's direction by saying "Then… this is your lucky day! Shoemaking and obstetrics, those have always been the twin passions of Bildad the Shuhite." I especially love this line because he doesn't abandon the previous commitment he made to shoemaking - he literally adds obstetrics as an and to the character he's developing. During this statement we see Aziraphale physically bolstering Crowley's yes by softly clapping his hands with excitement over this wonderful "news."

Then Crowley extends a crap-ton of trust to Aziraphale by saying "What seems to be the trouble?" He has just committed himself to the part of obstetrician without knowing where it is going but is ready to press forward anyway under Aziraphale's direction.

Aziraphale now brings a new character into the scene by introducing Sitis who "has just learned she is to have lots more children." Crowley immediately says yes to this, rubbing his hands together and saying, "Oh, well, let's get started!" He prompts Aziraphale with an and to help the scene by saying "and I'm sure these angelic entities have seen it all before."

Aziraphale gives a literal "yes" to this statement from Crowley, then builds on it with an and to give Crowley more critical context by explaining that Gabriel has "personally witnessed childbirth in the garden of Eden." This gives Crowley what he needs to work with to be successful in the next part of the scene.

At this point there is a lovely little detail where Crowley has to whisper into Sitis's ear, "do exactly what I say - trust me." This is such an incredible counterpoint to what happens naturally with Aziraphale and Crowley - unlike the two of them, who instinctively work together and trust one another, Sitis needs to be instructed on the rules of this game.

Now there is a sophisticated bit of silent cooperation that happens when Crowley tells Sitis to put her hands into Job's robe. As the "obstetrician" he must be the one to direct Sitis where to put her hands, but he doesn't actually know where the ox ribs are. So he surreptitiously looks to Aziraphale who gives him a hand signal to help him. Aziraphale silently directing Crowley who turns that into verbal direction for Sitis is a beautiful and seamless trust exercise in the scene.

To complete the miraculous "birth," Aziraphale miracles the children back from their salamander states and then gives a final yes to the scene in his role as a witness to the births by applauding as if he had nothing to do with it.

Michael interjects a no, but here for the first time in a while, saying "But... they're not babies." Respecting the rules of improv, Crowley agrees with her saying "Certainly not! Was Eve a baby?"

(Interestingly, Gabriel has also become caught up in the spirit of yes, and by this point. He already agreed with / supported the sudden appearance of the ox ribs as being "part of the process" and now he agrees with Crowley that children "can arrive in any size." I feel like this is a tiny foreshadowing of Gabriel's eventual ability to be more flexible in his thinking than angels like Michael, culminating in his relationship with Beelzebub.)

Now we reach the point where the scene almost falls apart. Job, who has not understood this high-stakes game, says "Ennon, my boy!" and Crowley responds with the first no we've heard from him: "No, no, no - not Ennon, Job, Ennon's gone!" This no is shocking when contrasted with the rest of the scene and we have a sense for the first time that the whole thing could fail.

Aziraphale immediately steps in to try to turn things back around by providing a yes to Crowley's declaration that Ennon is gone: "This is your new son!" Job, stubborn and confused, tries to say no, but again, starting a sentence with "But it is…" But Sitis, who now understands the rules of the game, cuts him off with a no phrased as a yes in support of Aziraphale as she finishes his sentence for him in a different way: "…it's a miracle that our new son should look so much like our old son."

Job struggles once more, trying to deny what Sitis is saying but eventually understands the rules. This culminates with him literally changing from no to yes in the same sentence: "No, you're right - it's not Ennon!" before Ennon undermines the scene in the most disastrous way possible through a "yes" that is actually a no to what Aziraphale, Job, and Sitis have said: "Yes, it bloody is!"

At this point we are teetering on the knife's edge as to whether the scene will succeed. It concludes with the highest of high stakes when Gabriel, sensing that things are not as they should be, asks Aziraphale if they are Job's new children. Aziraphale tries to equivocate by saying something that is neither yes nor no: "they certainly seem to be." This is not good enough, however, and he must commit one way or the other. He ends the scene successfully under Crowley's watchful and expecting eyes with a yes: "They are... his new children." Crowley applauds the scene... and his scene partner, Aziraphale.

This success comes at a high cost for Aziraphale, though. In good improv the individual is subsumed into the larger whole, but here Aziraphale feels like he has literally given up his individual soul for the greater good. What he has gained, however, is a foundational piece of trust, reliability, and understanding in his lifelong partnership with Crowley.

OTHER THOUGHTS:

There is a lovely echo of this improv approach when Muriel first introduces herself to Aziraphale as a police officer but struggles because she doesn't have enough context. Aziraphale supports her hugely throughout the scene, creating more foundational trust in the process that I believe begins to immediately pull Muriel away from heaven and towards the worldly sphere that Aziraphale and Crowley inhabit together. That could be an entire breakdown on its own!

Hope you enjoyed this! :)

#good omens #go season 2 #aziraphale #crowley #bildad the shuhite #good omens 2 #gomens #good omens meta

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persefolli · 1 year

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𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

𝐏𝐭. 𝟏

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝? 𝐘𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐂𝐨-𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

After the events at the tree of souls, you and your best friend moved to the edge of the village, secluded enough for no one to accidentally stumble over. Only Jake knew where you lived, and he visited at least 3 times a week to help both you and Mi’laa around the home.

He managed to hire a midwife from another clan, just to ensure that no one from the Omaticaya would harm you. Sadly, it was almost like you were on house arrest. You couldn’t go into the village, and if you needed some essentials you and Mi’laa would have to travel to another village.

“At least you have Jake.” Mi’laa comforted you one night. It was another one of those times you were regretting the exposure of the affair. You were big, swollen, and emotional. “I ruined my life!” You sobbed into your hands. Mi’laa frowned and rubbed your back, embracing you the best she could. Jake hadn’t stopped by yet, so this was especially scary. You got scared every once in a while, thinking he wouldn’t come back, or that he would regret his decision.

A few hours passed and you were fine, you continued on as if nothing happened. The midwife checked on you and the baby after your outburst, making sure everything was okay.

Jake swung by the very next day, having heard about your ‘incident’. He bent down in front of you, sighing and giving you somber eyes. “Do you want this Y/n?” He asked. You nodded. “I want this baby. I want you.” You declared, holding onto Jake's hands in a panic.

“It sounds like you’re having doubts.”

“Only because I'm scared.” You admitted. “I don’t want to go through this alone. You risked your position to be with me, but I don't want you to think you made a mistake.”

Jake smiled softly and placed a hand on your cheek. “Baby I'm all in. I told you that, and I told the entire clan that.” Jake made it a mission to visit you almost daily, even if it was for a short hour to take you on a walk.

Then the big day came, the birth of your first son. He came in the middle of the night, waking you out of your sleep with hot pains shooting through your body. Your cries woke up Mi’laa, who notified the midwife and went running back to the village to retrieve Jake.

“You have to breathe!” The midwife held your hand and pleaded with you. You held your eyes shut and held your breath, which felt like the only relief in the moment. You wanted to wait til Jake arrived to give birth, but boy was this baby coming.

You let out a yell again, having no choice but to breathe again. “You can wait no longer. Please Y/n this isn't safe!’

You fought with yourself internally, thinking if this would be worth it. Jake already had a child with Neytiri, which means he’s experienced a birth before. But you were his mistress…or girlfriend now. You should've known you would give birth alone one way or another.

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“Little boy!” You yelled across the room, looking over at your toddler who was on his hands and knees on the ground. “What’s in your mouth.”

The toddler looked at you dumbfounded before moving his lips in a munching motion, quickly turning his head from you. You swiftly ran over, getting on your knees and digging around in Lo’aks mouth. The boy began to whine as you felt the item and pulled it from his mouth. Upon closer inspection, you noticed it was a pit of a peach, and you had no idea where it came from, and how he got his hands on it.

Lo’ak threw his head back and began crying, reaching and grabbing for the slobber coated fruit pit you had taken. “You know better.” You slightly scolded him. The toddler began to scream louder, at which you winced at. .

“Aht! Aht! Hey Boy!” Jake cam walking in with a bag slung over his shoulder. Lo’ak jumped at his fathers voice and went silent. Jake walked over and picked up the toddler, dangling the boy right in front of him. “What you making all that noise for? Hm?” Lo’ak became distracted by his fingers, chewing on them and averting eye contact with his father. “Alright then.” Jake groaned, setting the toddler down, sliding over his Toruk toy to him.

“Mama,” He turned to look at you, softly smiling.

“Jake.” You responded with a smirk.

“Uh..I did something.” He walked back to the entrance of the pod and entered with a boy on his hip. You gasped, and looked at Jake with widened eyes.

“Jake!” Don’t tell me you kidnapped the boy!” You placed your hand on your hips. He set Neteyam on the ground and allowed the toddler to roam around the room. “I had to. This was my only chance that Neytiri had her back turned.” He said. “He needs to see his brother.” He tried pleading his case.

You held up your hands and sighed. “I’m not mad but…you know how she is about being around me. As a mother I don’t want to disrespect her.”

“As a father I need my kids to be together. No matter who their mothers are.” He said sternly.

“I know. But Neytiri still has power as Tsahik. I don’t want her punishing Lo’ak for something between the three of us.”

Jake sighed, knowing you were right. “Fine. I’ll take him back after work tomorrow.” He said sadly.

You didn’t want to make Jake send his eldest son away, but again you didn’t want any conflict with Neytiri. She was nice enough to let you move back into the village, and after Lo’ak was born the village folk became more understanding. But as the lover of the Olo’eyktan there was still some strain in your personal life.

You looked over at Lo’ak, who was looking up at Neteyam in curiosity. Neteyam held up his toy, which was a blue colored ikran. Lo’aks eyes brightened and he grabbed his Toruk toy, smashing it with the ikran. The two boys began playing, making loud explosion noises as they did so.

You giggled watching the two boys play, mainly at your son. Lo’ak had given you a whole new meaning of life. Jake had made it in time to watch you hold your freshly exposed son for the first time. . You cried tears of joy, even grabbing Jake in disbelief that he was here. It might’ve been unhealthy but you became very attached to Lo’ak, and he did the same to you. Jake knew that Lo’ak was creating a better version of you, and he admired it. He never really forgave Neytiri, but he kept it cordial for the sake of Neteyam.

“What's for dinner?” Jake walked over to the pot and lifted the lid, looking at the stew inside.

“Something oh so good.”

“MMMM.” Lo’ak said in response. The both of you laughed. Lo’ak was a picky eater, which you learned he got from Jake, so you had to discreetly add the foods he didn’t like into the meal so he could get the right nutrition.

“It’s almost ready, Jake go clean up. Lo Lo and Teyam go clean up.

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The next morning you woke up alone, as Jake had some important duties to attend today. You rolled out of bed and walked to your son's room, where him and Neteyam laid asleep, sprawled across one another. You softly smiled at the two toddlers, and ran to the kitchen to cook some breakfast.

Truth is you were anxious about Neytiri. No sane mother would go this long without her firstborn, because you knew for a fact that if it were Lo’ak you would be at Jakes within the hour.

“Lo’ak!” You yelled out, beginning the daily 10 minute ritual it took to wake up your son. He slept heavily like his father even though he was only a baby. You plated the eggs you had quickly cooked, setting them on the table along with apple juice and leftover Yovo fruit you sliced earlier this week.

“Lo Lo come eat.” You walked into the bedroom where the boys were still sleeping. You shook both of them softly, waking both of them. “Breakfast is at the table.” You rubbed the tops of their heads. The toddlers rubbed their eyes, blinking blankly at you.

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You took both Lo’ak and Neteyam to a small open space in the forest. It was Lo’aks favorite, since there was just enough going on to keep him occupied. No predators came in this area either, which made it easier for you to sit back while you were there.

You sat on the grassy ground, watching as Lo’ak sat criss cross grabbing at bugs in the grass. Neteyam brought his toy bow, and was practicing his aim with it. “Tighten your stomach!” You said to him. He looked back and shot you a smile, attempting to aim correctly again.

He shot his false arrow at a fish in the creek, hitting it, but not impaling it.

You smiled at his enthusiasm and went back to looking at Lo’ak. Who was watching his brother in amusement. Neteyam took notice and came over, dripping his bow and picking up his Ikran toy, waving it in Lo’aks face to encourage him to play.

A rustle in the bushes had you shoot up in your spot, eyes darting right to the sudden movement.

To your surprise, it was Neytiri, walking through the bushes with a satchel. She looked well-rested, and calm.

“Neytiri.” You greeted. She gave Neteyam a quick glance and went walking over to you, sitting her bag down and sitting right next to you. She didn’t look at you, rather stared ahead at the two boys. The two of you sat in silence, only listening to the sounds of your two boys playing with their wooden toys.

“You know I didn’t panic when I noticed he was gone.” Neytiri started. “I knew Jake was the culprit.”

You turned to look at her but she still refused to look your way.

“I did want to come take him back….but then I thought….” She sighed. “He deserves to have a little brother.” She finally turned to look at you. “When I mated with Jake, I didn’t think our life would turn out like this, but it did.” She said with a deadpan face.

“I’m sorry Neytiri.”

“I made my peace. It’s okay.” She gave a short smile, one you didn’t expect. “I’ve never seen him so excited before.” She looked back towards the boys. “And Lo’ak is so beautiful. Perfect mix of you and Jake.” She complimented.

You smiled, looking back at the boy who looked eerily like his father.

“It’s gonna take me some more time. But I want us all to be a family.” She proposed. “I don’t want my son to be raised in a broken household. I suppose you know how that feels as a mother.”

You nodded. “I wanted to keep Lo’ak away from all of this.”

Neytiri grabbed your hand and squeezed. You accepted this small interaction as a truce, one that said that the worst was all over. The two of you sat in silence, comfortable with each other while your sons played in the distance. You didn't know what would happen in the future, but you knew things were gonna take a positive turn.

#persefolliwrites #persefolli #wattpad #avatar the way of water #angst #jake sully #atwow #avatar #avatar2 #jake #jake sully x reader #jake x reader #loak imagine #loak sully #loak fic

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pwlanier · 4 months

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Pair of white high heeled shoes for use with artificial/prosthetic legs used by Tracey Baynam, a teenager living with thalidomide impairments, Europe, 1975-1985

“The trouble was they were like an old comfy pair of shoes. By the time you’d got used to them and they were all comfortable you were too big for them and you’d got to have another pair.” Tracey Baynam, talking as part of the Thalidomide Society’s oral history project

Many children living with limb difference caused by thalidomide eventually rejected prosthetic or artificial limbs. For Tracey though,

“I wanted to [wear the limbs] because I was trying to be normal and a normal person wasn’t in a wheelchair, a normal person was standing upright”

As she grew up, she persuaded her limb fitter Fred to make a set of prosthetics to accommodate four-inch stilettos, which he did in his spare time. For each pair of artificial limbs, she had four or five sessions with her fitter, Fred Rose, accompanied by her mum when she was younger. The first task was to make plaster casts of her lower body for the limbs to be altered to fit her body shape. Over the course of the sessions, tweaks and adaptations would be made. However, they were still heavy and could be difficult to move.

“They were never comfortable even the best pair Fred ever made me in the world were never comfortable.”

After years of walking with sticks to help her balance on her artificial limbs, Tracey developed osteoporosis in her shoulders. She had also married and had an active young family and decided to use a wheelchair. Occasionally she still wore her prosthetic/artificial limbs while using her wheelchair, in her words to ‘appear normal.’ After a while though the prosthetics “hung around into the bedroom for ages and ages. Then they just got moved to the loft… It wasn’t done lightly… I needed to put them out of sight so that I’m not tempted because they hurt my shoulders.” After appearing on BBC programme, ‘Call the Midwife’, Tracey donated her artifical egs to the Science Museum.

Thalidomide was a compound found in drugs prescribed to people in the late 1950s and early 1960s. Although today it is associated primarily as a treatment for pregnancy related nausea, it was also prescribed to anyone experiencing symptoms of colds, flu, headaches, anxiety, and insomnia. Thalidomide causes nerve damage in the hands and feet of adults, but when taken in early pregnancy it causes impairments such as limb difference, sight loss, hearing loss, facial paralysis, and impact to internal organs. One tablet is enough to cause significant impairments. Researchers later identified that there was a link between the impairment a person is living with, and which day of the pregnancy thalidomide was taken. UK distributors withdrew the drug in 1961 and a government warning was issued in May 1962.

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therrerium-valkryonia · 2 months

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The goddess of death is one day seduced by a mortal man and manages to get knocked up by him. Despite her growing belly she refuses to acknowledge her reality. 9 months has pass and now no matter how hard she tries this baby is going to come out. Would also enjoy if maybe there’s a goddess of life character who sort of acts as a midwife coaching the goddess of death and this goddess of life is also heavily pregnant. Maybe her water breaks as she helps the goddess of death and the 2 are now forced to give birth together

Intertwined Mother's

(Egyptian Mythology)

Tw: 18+ Minors DNI, Mature.

Nephthys owned the domain of death, proudly and she'd use it malevolantly each time some other of her pantheon began to question her.

Her sister Isis, owns the domain of life itself keeping her foot down whenever she'd try anything reckless to not repeat past mistakes.

The two we're close, never imagined being without another though conflicted at heart.

But Nephthys had her eyes set, once she had encountered a mortal man quite bold at his charms towards the beauty he'd set upon a woman he would most accept no matter.

It worked even if she was mostly in control within the moment, following him home a distance from the town she soon was kept unfocused at his apperance, wildly red.

Unexpectedly confused on why she felt any feelings at all, he offered her a glass of wine throughout the night until she was drunk as civillians in a feast for their king or god.

Things kicked off as she permitted him with anything he wanted from her, she was then stripped and her clothes torn stripped ti'll completely nude though bashful in words.

Accepting in accordance to the deal, he had gone in with raw strength and in a complete suprise had overpowered her completely, an immediate reaction occured once he ran up inside her womb and finished her off.

Complete in satisfaction and utterly finished, she would accept him as her consort when in times needed to satisfy her ravenous lusting.

In the events that proceeded she figured out that the mortal had impregnated her, furious but hesitant she instead denied the unborns existence eventually crying in denial.

Nine months, she'd commanded him to give what she asked in their deal and that he will ensure the possible denial of this child's life.

She wanted nothing with it, tears in her eyes though in the midst of the rage she began to labor and her sister came to her rescue and solemnly allowed his farewell and to return anytime for her sister as she carried her own.

From the same mortal a consequence of the siblings beings intertwined in fate and heart.

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Nephthys laid on her side, relished in pain and internal flames as the child began to descend she denied it mutiple times with tears still in need of retribution to her own consequence.

Isis had summoned the undead spirits to hold her legs up and rolled her to her back, she was not amused and dared threaten her with death.

Howling in the pain, she arched back as her head pulled in reverse as the child went out from within her out, her scowls were intense, enraged in pain as her childs begins to crown.

She began to beg, for the child to be torn to pieces as she wrapped her palms over her womb with it dipped into enraging pains as Nephthys wailed louder and louder.

Isis grabbed her sisters legs, as she leaned above her belly, she bellowed softly as her waters broke before her as she arched back, crowning as her child spreads her open.

Her bump deflates as she howls out with a single push, then the child's head bursts outwards with her weeping growing and her body sweats with the heat.

Isis coaching Nepthys while her baby dangles, holding her breath with each push as it falls a sudden yelp, she catches the newborn as she chants the spells to help Nephthys go forth.

While the goddesses of death weeps, scowling then howling as the arms pop forth she begs to Isis to pull out the baby from her womb.

Isis does so as they both gush with the last of the fluids and Isis bearing a twin, her eyes in complete shut with gasps slowing, Nephthys remained silent as the spirits unbind and fade.

Weeping in fury, thinking about how to end the bastard she just birthed then hearing it's wails.

Her instincts jump to protect, she shuffles tiredly and cradles the baby in her arm and shushess the baby ti'll sleep frantically with clarity in her mind, realising she hated her mistake with the mortal and being caring.

She hadn't named the child yet, to hide his existence from her husband Set and to be completely safe from his & her malevolence.

Her tears stroll as they celebrate the newborns.

#birth kink #painful birth #labor #labor kink #pregnant #pregnant kink #pregnancy #pregnancy kink #birth fic #labor and delivery #forced birth #fast birth #painful #pop #pushing #home birth #giving birth #birth

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resowrites · 1 year

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Rolo - oneshot.

Summary: Henry takes learning about his wife’s pregnancy a tad too far…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, graphic descriptions of labour/childbirth, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 3002

A/N: Remember, this is pure fiction (as in completely made up) and not in any way meant to reflect reality. My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Rolo - oneshot.

"Oh my God, this reads like Stephen King…"

"Will you please be quiet? I'm trying to watch tv—"

"Oh stop, you can watch the A-Team any time. Now listen to this, a 'show' is the act of the mucus plug that seals the opening of the cervix, falling out as either a blob or smaller pieces of pinkish jelly—" she threw the spoon she was holding back into her pot of yoghurt.

"Henry shut up, I don't want to hear this while I'm eating!"

"It looks a bit like that apparently," he pointed to the pot in her hand, much to her chagrin. "It signals the start of the cervix beginning to soften and thin ready for labour, though this can take anywhere from an hour to several days to begin…" She hoped Henry was finally finished and tentatively took another mouthful of yoghurt. "Sometimes the colour of the plug is red or brown—"

"Henry, stop it!"

"What? I'm just trying to share with you the miracle of creation!"

"No you're not, you're being an annoying little shit because I had the last yoghurt and you don't want to let me enjoy it!"

"Don't be ridiculous, we've got our first scan coming up soon, don't you want me to be prepared?"

"Henry, it's not a fucking quiz, and anyway, it's me who has to answer any questions, not you!"

"Well, excuse me for wanting to be ready just in case, God most women would give anything for their husbands to be this involved!"

"Henry, why is it you need to know about the 'show,' or anything else that happens at that point in labour? You're not the one delivering the baby!"

"Well, who knows? You could go into labour on the bathroom floor and the paramedics might not make it to the house in time, we are a bit out in the sticks here."

"That won't happen, most women have to be induced—"

"What does that mean? Hang on let me look it up," he flipped further ahead in the baby book. "Ah, induction means to bring on the start of labour artificially. Before this is done, a membrane sweep is performed first. This involves a midwife or doctor sweeping their finger around the cervix via internal examination. This should help separate the amniotic sac surrounding the baby from the cervix—"

"Henry, I'm really getting annoyed with you now!"

"What? This is fascinating! To continue—" she gritted her teeth.

"If labour does not then occur, an induction will be offered next. This procedure involves the insertion of a pessary or gel into the vagina. If contractions do not begin after six hours, a further tablet or dose of gel will be used. Please be aware that induced labour is usually more painful and can require assistance via ventouse or forceps. What the hell's a ventouse?"

"Henry, I'm giving you until the count of five to put that book down. One—"

"A ventouse is a vacuum cup attached to your baby's head via suction—"

"Two—"

"It's pulled gently by the midwife or doctor to aid in delivery—"

"Three—"

"However, this method comes with several risks including a third or fourth-degree vaginal tear. This means the wall of the anus is ruptured—"

"Four, five! That's it, give me that right now!" She snatched the book from Henry's hands and chucked it aside.

"What the hell did you do that for?! We were just getting to an interesting bit!"

"Really, you find the instance of vaginal tearing even remotely interesting, do you?"

"Look, I have to learn about all of this otherwise I'll be clueless to help!"

"Is that right? And what help do you expect to be?"

"… Well, I can tell the doctor what it looked like before, it'll help him put everything back in place!"

"That's it, I'm going downstairs—"

"No, wait! I'm only joking, jeez lighten up will ya? I'm just trying to have a bit of fun!"

"Yeah, but it's easy to do that when you're not the one who has to give birth!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm already shit scared about all of this without you telling me my rectum could be torn asunder!"

"Oh for God's sake, that isn't going to happen!"

"Oh yeah? How do you know?"

"Because I won't let anything like that happen, alright?"

"Henry you're not going to have that much control over the situation, neither of us will!"

"Well maybe not but at least I'll be there to advocate for you, and I'll make sure everything is done correctly. That's why I have to learn about each stage of delivery."

"Well, can you at least stop reading aloud? I honestly don't want to hear all the grisly details thanks very much!"

"It's not grisly! It's a beautiful process—"

"Henry, birth may be many things but it's hardly beautiful—" he ignored her and continued.

"Just think, you'll be able to squeeze a whole person out of an opening that's only a few centimetres wide! Well, actually your cervix has to be ten centimetres dilated before you can safely start to push."

"Oh, God help me…"

"What? I can't wait! Being able to watch my baby being born will be the happiest day of my life! Even if it also means having to watch my favourite place in the whole world become like a Stretch Armstrong…"

"What do you mean? You're not going at the goal end, are you?!" Henry snorted.

"Well of course! Otherwise, how do I know that it's actually ours and not one that they've swapped?"

"Henry, trust me, no one is going to take our baby. So you're really going to watch the whole thing? Even as I start to crown?"

"Wait, what does that mean?" He tried to reach for the baby book which was still resting at the bottom of the bed.

"Oh no you don't, I'm not hearing any more blow-by-blows of birth thanks very much."

"Fine! I'll just look it up on my phone."

"Yeah, you might not want to do that—" suddenly Henry shrieked aloud.

"Jesus bloody Christ! Did it have to show me pictures? God, it's like she's being ripped in half!" He held his phone up close to her face.

"I did tell you not to look it up! Anyway, you wanted to see it, are you still so keen now on watching it live?"

"Well, I had no idea it was that graphic! Christ, I hope I don't end up with performance issues…" Henry looked down plaintively at his crotch.

"Oh, typical, you have to make it all about you. Did you honestly think the baby just appeared? Like all I had to do was sneeze and out it popped?"

"Well no, but now I must admit I'm getting scared as well - me and all of my brothers were big babies, I don't think it's gunna be that easy…"

"Oh well great, thanks for warning me."

"What? I'm just being honest! You could end up having one of those record babies, you know like how you see on the internet?" She breathed in hard.

"Henry, if you do that to me I will actually never forgive you—"

"Well, it's not my fault! Weren't you a big baby as well?"

"No I bloody well wasn't!"

"Maybe that'll balance it out then, besides it's not like they can't stitch you up afterward!"

"Oh God, kill me…"

"What? I can always get you a little rubber ring to sit on!"

"Henry, if you don't button it right now—"

"They use stitches darling, buttons would hardly be appropriate—"

"Carry on sonny boy and you're gunna be the one who needs stitches!"

"Alright, alright. God, I was only trying to be helpful!"

"No you weren't, you were just trying to scare me!"

"No I wasn't, I would never do that! As I said, everything will be alright—"

"You don't know that! This will be my first time giving birth, literally anything could happen..."

"Well, I'm sure there are lots of things we can do to prepare. Just let me have my handy guide back—"

"No, you're not reading any more baby books!"

"Fine, I'll just consult Google then instead. Let's see, how do you prevent tearing during pregnancy?" She took a deep breath. "Ah, see here it says an ep-is-iot-omy, a cut made in the perineum, is performed to make the vaginal opening wider where necessary—"

"Right, I’m putting on my headphones—"

"This cut is typically made diagonally… wait so they don't just cut downwards? You know so it's like one big hole?"

"Oh bollocks, they're out of power!"

"Are you listening to me?!"

"I'm trying not to, no."

"Well you'll be glad to know there's also such thing as 'perineal massage—'"

"Oh, well that's a relief…"

"This can be performed from thirty-five weeks onwards as a useful tool to help prevent tears. It even says I can perform the massage for you—"

"Yeah, no thanks."

"Well, what do you expect me to do then? Just wait outside and leave you in the delivery room all scared and alone?"

"You can stay here, in fact. I'm not sure I even want you in the building anymore…"

"Oh now come on, you know I was only trying to make you laugh talking about all this stuff!"

"Henry I don't need a bloody comedian, I need a birth partner who's gunna take it seriously and actually be useful—"

"Yeah and that's why I'll be right by your side, cheering you on, and you can scream and yell and hit me as many times as you want."

"Can I do that right now?" He gave her a mischievous smile.

"I tell you what, why don't we change the subject and try some birth positions instead? Look, you can even lay like this with your arse in the air," Henry kneeled on both legs and let his face fall into the pillow. "Actually, on second thoughts, it was this position that got you into this situation..." She choked on her cup of tea. "What about like this then," he jumped out of the bed and propped one leg up on the edge of it. "It's called the 'leg-up lunge,' really helps open up the pelvis apparently and relieve back pain," Henry looked over to see her holding her face in her hands. "Or you can just do this," he rolled onto his back and pulled back each leg with his hands. In doing so, he landed on the remote and accidentally changed the channel.

"Oh for fuck sake, Henry! It was just getting to a juicy bit!"

"Tell me about it, I need you to check how far along I am—"

"Henry, I really am starting to lose my patience!" She leaned between Henry's legs and tried to manoeuvre him off of the remote.

"Hey, it's me who's meant to push, not you!"

"Will you bloody stop it?! And move out of the sodding way—" she carried on rooting around, not seeing the bottle of water he'd quickly grabbed from the bedside table. Seconds later, a jet of water hit her face.

"OH NO, I THINK MY WATER JUST BROKE!!!"

"W-WHAT THE FUCK!!!" She coughed and spluttered while Henry collapsed into a pile of giggles. "That's it, I'm done." She scooched off the bed and headed for the door.

"WAIT, wait!" She stopped and turned round to face him. "You've still got water on your face—" she tried to storm off, only for Henry to catch her by the wrist.

"Get off me, you arch idiot. I'm so angry with you I could scream!"

"Oh now come on! I was just trying to give us a bit of practice. I don't want you to think you've wet yourself—"

"HENRY, THAT IS ENOUGH!"

"Mmmm... I love it when you get mad. Come on, let's have some fun—" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"You must be joking!"

"Well, what’s the harm? I've already knocked you up!"

"Henry—"

"And don't think I haven't noticed how big they're getting…" Henry pointed towards her chest.

"Listen to me you little turd, they're not the only things getting bigger. Very soon I'm going to be up to fifty pounds heavier, with an arse that could flatten even you - so don't piss me off!"

"... But I'll be able to hear you coming."

"Right, that's it! I'm sleeping downstairs. Seeing as this is all just some big joke to you—"

"Whoa, hang on, that's absolutely not the case. I'm sorry, alright? I was just trying to make you less worried about giving birth. Honestly, I don't care if you scream, cry, puke, or even shit everywhere—" her nostrils flared. "Take it easy! Come on, let's get to bed, all this stress isn't good for the baby." She batted his hand away and folded her arms almost as soon as she was back in bed. "Okay, so you don't want to lie on your back. That's probably for the best seeing as the baby could then shoot across the room if you push too hard... I wonder if that's ever actually happened? Lemme see." She snatched the phone away.

"Henry, this is your last warning—"

"Fine, fine. Can we talk names then?"

"Oh, but we can never agree! Everything you like, I hate! Besides your mum used up most of the decent boy's names…"

"Well, let's think, what about Jack?"

"See, I like Jack but it runs into your surname because of the ‘k’ sound at the end. So it sounds like one long name, 'JackCavill.'"

"Okay, well what about Jake?"

"That's the same problem."

"Alright then, Jacob?"

"Nah."

"Caleb?"

"Nah."

"Callum?"

"Callum Cavill? Isn't that a bit of a mouthful?"

"Okay well, let's park boys' names for a minute and try out girls' names instead. What about Amelie?"

"Nah, I don't want too many syllables."

"Okay, Amy?"

"Mmm, no I don't want anything too cutesy."

"Ugh, what about Olivia then? That way she can be named after you—"

"Except my name's not actually Olivia is it?"

"Well, it's still a nice name! Why don't you come up with some instead of just criticizing me?"

"Actually, I'd rather just sit here and watch my programme in peace, seeing as how you've robbed me of that opportunity for the last half an hour!"

"But we've got to come up with a shortlist of names, otherwise, we'll struggle nearer the time!"

"Well, my sister said it's sometimes better to wait. Often you pick a name and then find that it doesn't actually suit the baby at all."

"... How about Hollie?"

"Hollie?"

"Yeah, I mean, she'll be born around Christmas time and it's a nice combination of both our names."

"Mmm… maybe."

"… And for a boy, we could always have Rudolph." She sighed and switched the tv off so she could turn over and go to sleep.

"Hey, hang on, we're not done yet!"

"Henry, we've got months to decide and if it's okay with you, I'd like to get to sleep before I'm given any more reasons to have nightmares."

"Oh darling, there's really nothing to worry about. I mean, the chances of it having a conehead or a vestigial tail are actually very minor…"

"What the hell are you talking about now?!"

"Oh, didn't you know? When a baby is born its skull compresses so that it can squeeze its way out of the birth canal—"

"Okay, got it."

"But don't worry, it'll eventually round out in a few weeks—"

"That's good to know. Goodnight Henry."

"Wait! I haven't said goodnight to the baby!"

"Oh don't worry, they've been listening to you all evening and would now like some peace and quiet as well."

"Aww come on, roll back over so I can kiss them and you goodnight." She sighed and reluctantly turned onto her back. This was their new nightly routine and Henry wouldn't let her rest until he got to perform it. He scooted down slightly so he was level with her waist, and placed both hands gently on her stomach. He then lowered his head and spoke quietly.

"G'night bubba, Mummy and Daddy love you so, so much - only a few more weeks and we'll get to hear your heartbeat for the first time!"

"You know the lucky sod can't actually hear you just yet? It won't be able to until I'm at least eighteen weeks—"

"Will you please stop being such a spoilsport! And stop calling our baby 'it!' We at least need to come up with a placeholder name. Something sweet and memorable—"

"So that's a no to conehead then?" Henry clucked his tongue.

"Ignore her bubba, she's just cranky cos you're making her hormonal and retain water." She thumped him on the arm. "Ow! That hurt!"

"That wasn't me, that was my hormones…" Henry rolled his eyes. "And can you go get me some Rennies? I've got heartburn again."

"Hey, that's an idea, what about Rennie?"

"You want to name our baby after an anti-acid?"

"Well, can you come up with something better?" She considered it for a moment.

"How about Rolo? I mean that's the only thing I've been craving since I've been pregnant."

"Is it really a craving if you ate them lots before you were pregnant? And how come we can't name it after indigestion tablets but we can name it after your favourite chocolate?"

"Well, why not? I think Rolo's cute! It's about the size of one at the moment as well."

"Fine, although there's also the option of Henry Junior…" She gave him an annoyed look. "Alright, alright. Rolo it is. And don't worry, to me you'll always have a beautiful vagina—"

"Right, just for that, get your arse down those stairs and get me some Rolo's as well. Now, mister!"

"… Are you sure there's any left?" The look on her face made Henry shoot out of bed but not before he gave both her and her stomach a kiss.

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Okay, this one is stupid and ridiculous, but it's been in my head, so bear with me.

So like. Darius always assumes Jasper must've been pregnant, because Jasper has unfortunate phrasing and Darius knows Jasper would've been powerful enough to hide it. But other people may not come to that conclusion, because when it comes to Hunter's two presumed biological parents, one of them is an intensely physically active soldier, and the other one wears big flowy robes that obscure his figure and tends to sit around on a throne all day.

So imagine instead of grabbing Hunter and running, Jasper gets Darius involved, and after explaining the situation they take a day or two to come up with a plan. Hunter gets picked, two men and a baby disappear into the night, and now they're out of the way for the crack I'm about to unleash on the castle.

SOMEONE (political intern Kikimora?) overheard a bit of Jasper's explanation to Darius. Not all of it, but enough to get the idea that Jasper and Belos have had a child together. Then Jasper suddenly disappears, and there's no sign of the child either. Our eavesdropper realizes this is VERY RELEVANT INFORMATION, and thus sells it to the higher-up of their choice, AND THUS THE CASTLE GOSSIP MILL BEGINS TO CHURN.

Belos is nursing a headache because he just lost TWO Grimwalkers, god, when Lilith bursts into the throne room like MY LORD! WHEN JASPER BETRAYED US YOU DIDN'T MENTION HE STOLE YOUR SON AS WELL! is it a secret I can keep a secret I can be your confidant I swear--

Belos is just like. I'm sorry, what? He's not computing that Hunter = Jasper's son or that Hunter could = his own son, he doesn't see the Grimwalkers as people so it just doesn't click in his brain. He has no idea what she's talking about.

Lilith is like WE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU WERE PREGNANT AND NOW WE'VE ALREADY LOST OUR PRINCE, THIS IS HORRIBLE, I didn't even know you were preparing an heir to the empire but it makes perfect sense, excellent idea sire.

Belos is just. What?

Meanwhile Hettie Cutburn is LIVID. The Emperor was PREGNANT?? And she DIDN'T KNOW?? The Emperor sometimes insisted on handling his own health affairs and she respected his privacy but THIS IS KIND OF A BIG DEAL. WHO was the healer who oversaw the Emperor's pregnancy and ARE THEY A POLITICAL RIVAL?? They're in her coven, aren't they? There's someone in her coven that the Emperor trusted more than her and when she FINDS that midwife she is going to DESTROY them. She's interrogating her coven officials left and right. Scalpels and accusations are flying. Someone points out maybe it was someone in the Emperor's Coven with healing abilities and Hettie starts thinking through the options and the other ways someone might manage a pregnancy, who else might have information, wait a second, pre-natal potions are very important, WAS IT YOU VITIMIR??

Vitimir is rightfully terrified and immediately throws Terra under the bus. HEY HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT HOW TERRA IS ALWAYS OFFERING THE EMPEROR VARIOUS TEAS?? MAYBE TERRA KNOWS SOMETHING PLEASE GET THAT SCALPEL AWAY FROM ME.

Terra and Hettie have a massive fight that ends with the entire healing wing covered in vines. Mason is yelling about structural damage (and also wondering why no one asked him to design a royal nursery).

Belos's headache is getting worse. The entire castle now 1) Knows that Jasper is gone, 2) Knows that Hunter exists and is also gone, 3) Thinks that Belos and Jasper were a thing (what), 4) Thinks that Belos was pregnant (WHAT), and 5) Thinks that Hunter is actually important to the empire and must be recovered at any cost instead of being, y'know, a useless waste of resources that was harvested too early and needs to be disposed of.

And he can't really come clean about none of this being true or about Hunter being a Grimwalker or anything, that's not something he can admit to, and like, it'd take a massive PR campaign to get his government officials to change their minds about this narrative, AND THE PR DEPARTMENT IS ALREADY DRAFTING UP PROPAGANDA ABOUT WILD WITCHES STEALING THEIR BABY PRINCE.

Belos doesn't understand why this is his life now. He's a good person. He's doing the Lord's will. He doesn't deserve this nonsense.

And if he thinks well, at least he can order a concentrated campaign to capture his wayward Grimwalkers…no, it won't work. Because he's spent decades building up a government that purposefully rewards backstabbing. It is easier to advance in the empire by tripping your enemies than it is by actually doing good work yourself. In Runaway, the only person who knows the full story is Will, everyone else is working off of various levels of need-to-know info about catching Jasper and Hunter. In this universe, every government official is aware of the situation, and every single one of them want to get the glory of rescuing their kidnapped prince while foiling their political rivals in doing the same. False intel is spread, scouts are bribed to fumble missions, Coven Heads get into arguments about whose underlings have jurisdiction where. The entire government just becomes useless because everyone is trying to one-up and backstab everyone else.

The whole kidnapped prince thing gets out to the general public and Odalia Blight is OUTRAGED that there WASN'T AN IMPERIAL BABY SHOWER FOR HER TO BE INVITED TO. What is the POINT of having a BABY if you aren't going to have a big baby shower to wine and dine at?? Also now she has to hurry and catch up on the plotting she didn't know she was behind on, there is apparently a PRINCE out there somewhere, and sure he's missing right now but eventually he won't be and do you know what princes need? ARRANGED MARRIAGES. And she has two adorable little prospects right here! She needs to figure out how to pitch this to the Emperor.

Belos is wondering if there's any way to make an eclipse happen sooner so he can just kill everyone already. Caleb Wittebane's hallucination ghost won't stop laughing at him like OH MY GOD ASSHOLE YOU MADE THE MOST INEFFICIENT GOVERNMENT SYSTEM EVER AND IT'S BITING YOU IN THE ASS.

Meanwhile Jasper and Darius are like. Hiding out at the Owl House watching this play out while eating popcorn and changing diapers. Eda thinks this is incredible and is happy to shelter them in exchange for all this free entertainment.

Raising Hunter is kinda tricky since everyone is trying to "rescue" him but every time Lilith shows up like SISTER I'M HERE TO RESCUE MY PRINCE AND MAKE YOU JOIN A COVEN you can bet at least one other Coven Head will also show up to sabotage her and Darius just sighs and tells Hunter "Looks like we can't play outside today" while Jasper takes potshots with his staff like "WOULD YOU PEOPLE GET OFF OUR LAWN?"

Maybe they stay with Eda forever, maybe they move into a cave like in eventually, idk. Darius and Jasper probably have concealment stones for bounty hunting, and they forage for potions ingredients that Eda sells for them, and Hunter grows up well aware that if anyone ever tells them they're trying to rescue him he needs to scram immediately.

When Luz finally shows up, she ends up spending a solid day and a half believing that her MAGICAL DESTINY is to restore Hunter to the throne so he can overthrow his evil father and bring balance to the Boiling Isles or something.

Like she slams the door open holding a propaganda poster she found in town and yells "HUNTER I THINK YOU'RE THE LOST PRINCE OF THE BOILING ISLES!"

And Hunter is just reading on Eda's couch like "That's a load of bullshit, Luz."

"No, LOOK!" she says, shoving the poster into his face. "It looks just like YOU! Could this be part of your mysterious backstory?!"

"My backstory is not mysterious."

"But you haven't told me anything about it!"

"You haven't asked."

"Because you're just a normal nerdy teenager! EXCEPT IT TURNS OUT YOU'RE A PRINCE!"

"Luz the entire Lost Prince narrative is the result of a stupid misunderstanding, I wasn't meant to be an heir and if I ever do get dragged back to the castle Belos will probably poison me within a week."

"Of course! He couldn't raise you as a dutiful brainwashed son, so now you're a rival! Raised by the lover who betrayed him…"

"Oh my Titan no, they weren't lovers, my dad grew me in a planter box like a carrot."

"Hunter, we need to reclaim your throne from your evil father!"

"If you ever call Belos my father again I will punch you."

Luz goes to Hexside and she's like "Hunter why don't YOU go to magic school??" and Hunter just gestures out the window where Hooty is trying to eat Adrian Vernworth and a dozen scouts like "This is why I'm homeschooled."

At some point when the Hexsquad come over Hunter meets Amity and she eyes him for a minute before she's like "Y'know one of my siblings has a marriage contract with you" and Hunter is like "ugh" and Darius yells from the kitchen "HE BETROTHED MY SON TO A BLIGHT???" and Luz is like "huh which one?" and Amity's like "the name isn't official, Mom and the emperor decided they could just wait and see which twin Prince Hunter prefers" and Hunter is just like "DON'T CALL ME THAT."

…It is entirely possible that Darius still calls Hunter "little prince" and in this AU it actually is a term of endearment even tho Hunter and Jasper give him tired deathglares every time.

Jruejdjfj little prince as a teasing little term of endearment, like when my dad would call me monkey butt...

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNYYYYYY OH MY GOOOODDDDD

Hunter just chilling with hooty and the owl lady and his cool dads. And then there's Belos who's have the funniest problem imaginable. And jasper DOES still think that even if Belos is a child murdering fuck he probably also IS doing it all for the greater good of keeping the Titan from dying. So like. He's not going to actively attempt to overthrow him if he doesn't have to. And Belos probably knows that fighting jasper is probably not worth it if he isn't going to cause problems. Like if jasper is keeping all his insane secrets and terrible power to himself then it probably just ISNT worth it to make a huge effort to stop it-- especially when he already knows at some point in the future the owl lady will have a niece who will go into the past and meet him. And maybe that niece is Lilith's but shit, maybe it's Jasper's...? What if he has another kid? So he's a little hesitant to pull the big trigger. so they're just in this... Extremely stupid fucking stalemate.

The poor fucking twins oh my GOD

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How would the Ro's react if you got pregnant from the person (can't remember name whoopies) you slept with before leaving home? Like obviously this is before getting with Ro's. How would they react in crushing and dating stage?

Interesting question, Anon!

Well, I will preface this with a disclaimer. In this world, contraception is easy to get and widely practiced, lol. It will come up in some passing conversation at some point especially with some of the hook-up events, but the people of Iroda have a mixture of common herbs they (all genders) can use to protect themselves if they want to. These herbs can be steeped in teas or pressed into a sort of rudimentary capsule, or even prepared into food. As long as it’s consumed a few days before or after, they’re good to go, and most people consume it daily - including our dear Kanta. But, that doesn't mean that this can’t happen either….

I’ll ask for your forgiveness though, on this particular subject, I don’t know how dramatic I’m willing to go because I have a lot of real-world experience with surprise pregnancies (I’ve been a social worker for 12 years - oof). So, I’ll give you some general feelings, but all of the ROs will end up being supportive. They care for the MC at either stage in the relationship and nothing will change that.

Oswin: At both stages in a relationship he’s a little shocked, but understands and respects the choices MC made (especially before they become committed to each other). These things are just a part of life. He’s seen a lot of it - his mother is a popular midwife and his father is a fairly renowned healer. He’s mostly going to fret over MC’s health. He will be the best damn step-daddy known to man.

Zahn: Totally cool with it. Knows MC had a whole life before they met, and so did they. They’re concerned for MC’s safety, especially with everything going on. They’re worried for the little one too. Childhood was rough for them, they’ll already feel protective.

Duri: When feelings are first stirring, they’ll feel a bit weird about it. They’re already having some internal struggles over their feelings at times. During a committed relationship, this discovery will be a shock that they’ll need some time to wrap their head around. They’ll be more curious, and also worried about if they’re the type of person that should be around a kid.

Rune: Was probably the one that figured out MC was pregnant to begin with, and still went forward with their feelings. They handle things more logically, I guess. Having candid discussions with MC about their needs, offering to use their magic to do a health check for MC and baby, taking them to the midwife, etc…It’s a part of life and it just happens sometimes, they’re quite considerate.

???: Doesn’t think much of it at the beginning when feelings are just starting. It’s just a normal thing in life - he’s seen it before, lots of times. During more serious parts of the relationship, after he’s had some time to absorb the situation, he may even get a bit excited about it. He has the potential to really embrace step-dadhood.

Thank you for the question, Anon! Sorry if I sucked any fun out of your scenario!

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Cruising into new life - part 2

The next morning started early. Jodie had been raising early and trying to take naps during the day during her maternity leave for the last week or so – the joint terrors of pregnancy bladder, heartburn if she lays down and baby kicks resulting in a lot of interruptions.

Over night we had the announcement that we were now in international waters – we knew what that meant by our earlier briefing – and Jodie was desperate to see the oasis area and book a spa appointment – after a bit of digging around it seems that even these were included free of charge. We ordered breakfast to our room and after a quick shower, Jodie reached into the closet and pulled out the most luxurious, fluffy dressing gown I had ever seen. It was made with a pregnant woman’s proportions in mind too, covering her bump with plenty of room to spare.

As I was in the shower I heard the breakfast get delivered, and making sure that I had given plenty of time for the porter to leave so I didn’t flash him, jumped out of the shower, threw a towel on the bed and sat down ‘au natural’ to enjoy the food. During the meal Jodie kept on talking about spreading jams over certain parts of my anatomy and licking it off – but aside from that self same part of my anatomy springing up in anticipation nothing came of it. My wife is a terrible tease.

We flicked on the tv to channel 10 and just saw a message saying broadcasts will resume at noon, seems that Adriana at least has some time off from being in the front of the camera.

I spent a little while applying moisturiser to Jodie’s belly, and in appreciation, along with the sing song oohs and ahhs she provided me with, her hands spent a long while between my own legs, cock and balls being tugged and squeezed until I was a shaking mess, finally releasing myself all over that same belly I had rubbed a short while earlier. Life was good. And I had to rub goo into her belly all over again. Life was better.

We got a bit more of a chance of hand on body action as we applied our sun lotions, unsure what what the outside weather was like before we finally – and dare I say reluctantly – got dressed and headed out of the cabin around 9am several hours into our day already.

We started to deck 10 to explore the family areas first, waving hellos and nodding to people as we passed them. As we passed a couple using one of the wheelchairs Jodie pressed a hand into her back and gave an over emphasised groan. I took the hint and said I’d go back and fetch one, which she gave an appreciative ‘my hero’ look and kissed me deeply on the lips as thanks.

As I returned back I found Jodie in discussion with some sort of mothers club (or well I guess mothers to be club) as at least a dozen women, some with strollers carrying babies and small toddlers were huddled together around a selection of seats which had been pulled together.

As I approached with the chair I overheard snippets – usual stuff - stitches, tears, babies of so many pounds and labours of so many hours. War stories Jodie called them. She had never experienced it herself but her mother was quite candid explaining her birth and of course being a midwife had a lot of stories to tell herself which the ladies seemed more than happy with Jodie regaling them with. I stood off to one side, waving as she looked up to notice me, and with that I was introduced to the group. I’ll be honest and say that I was introduced to a few names and I couldn’t remember a single one of them in the commotion, but one thing I did find out was that the family I presumed were a poly couple (one man and 2 ladies in the check in area) was a little more complicated.

Firstly one of the women wasn’t romantically involved with any of the others – she was a good friend of the other lady who had agreed to be a surrogate for the first after they struggled to conceive their second child. Shortly after the second woman – now sporting a large bump herself – actually fell pregnant with twins and they were soon to become a family of 4 in a very much ‘oops’ moment – but all children were eagerly wanted. Seems the twin mother to be was only 7 months along but was allowed to join the cruise because of the surrogate wanting the family around should she go into labour on board. My mouth got away from my brain when I asked “do you all share a cabin?” The lady gave a good natured chuckle and answered no, but they do have adjoining rooms so she could go and tuck her friends in and give them a kiss good night if she wanted to.

The group spent another 15 to 20 minutes chatting, I just sat back and took in the view of various bellies being rubbed, itches being scratched and occasionally small lumps and bumps appearing across the bellies arrayed in a circle in front of me. As I said before – life was good.

We left the group after a while and headed off to our ultimate destination – the adult area and the oasis. I take no shame in saying that I was worried what was going to happen in the clothing optional area – I mean it’s no secret what turns me on and being offered up a veritable smorgasbord of pregnant ladies might make me… well… pokey. Which would be a tad embarrassing. However we ploughed on ahead, reached the fenced off area, swiped our key fob to get in and my jaw dropped.

The area wasn’t busy by any means but in front of me were around a dozen women and – after a quick head count – 5 men including me who were in various states of undress. Most had opted to go topless – either discarding the top half of their 2 piece sets or simply rolling down swimsuits, relaxing on loungers or sitting on the side of the pool. The pool itself was empty. Jodie asked one of the ladies with her legs in the pool about why it was empty and she replied that it was too cold. Hmm… maybe that could be a shock to the senses I need should anything start to stir.

We passed through quickly and on to the oasis as we planned where after a short walk we came up to the next door, swiped in and for sake of repeating myself, jaws were on the floor once more.

This area was basically a covered greenhouse with tropical plants decorating everywhere with a large circular pool in the centre and a river system running around the outside edge so in theory you could get to wherever you chose to sit down and rest without hardly leaving the water. The water wasn’t swimming pool deep by any means, waist deep at most so you could get around by wading through the water rather than having to swim.

It was busier in here than in the outdoor area – it was to be expected, it was still early in the day and the suns warmth hadn’t reached its peak yet, but it was also comparatively smaller, so perhaps less people seemed busier… I didn’t bother counting heads.

Jodie spotted somewhere for us to sit and dragged me over to it, pulling the dress she was wearing over her head to leave… nothing. In our time getting dressed this morning I had failed to register that she just put on a cover up over her naked body – the fact she had gotten dressed so quick just completely passed me by. She was breathtaking, and yes, my eyes were certainly focused on her than anyone else in here.

She broke my reverie with a cough, wiggling her eyebrows and gesturing towards my shorts. I smiled and pulled off my top and shorts in short order, standing proud and to attention, my cock like a flagpole on parade. Yeah she had done it. I guess get the embarrassing moment out of the way quickly.

My face was turned beet red though when I heard a wolf whistle. I turned and saw Jess wading towards us in the river system. I was clueless what to do. I mean we had only met this woman yesterday and here she was coming to meet us, breasts flopped down against her belly, not a whisper of hair between her legs, and me poking out and glistening at the tip.

She walked along, hugged Jodie and completely ignored the elephant in the room – or between my legs I guess. First thing she asked was if she could join us or if we wanted to be left alone – good on her – but when Jodie said to sit down, she was quick to pull up a lounger and slowly lower herself on to it, not a care in the world that she had nothing on. I guess being 21 and fit gives a boost of self confidence I was certainly missing in this situation.

We got talking, asked about her mother, and it turns out that she may be in labour. Nothing major, no rapid contractions or anything but she said it was just like it was when she was giving birth to her. She wanted to rest and see if anything developed. Of course this made Jodie giddy with delight and they got talking. Apparently she was 4 days early at this point but Jess had been born a day early so she wasn’t exactly expecting to get off the ship without another passenger in tow.

Jess abruptly changed conversation topics. Asking me if I could do anything about that… maybe cover it with a towel or something. There we go, my cock had been noticed. Seems Jess couldn’t stop glancing at it with how it was front and centre between us and whilst she knew it was wrong she had been without one for so long she was getting hungry… also little chance of single men on this cruise.

Jodie laughed and pulled a sock out of her bag and plopped it over the pole I had. “Not quite what I was thinking” announced Jess and we all burst into laughter.

Jess’s eyes wandered to the central pool and asked if it would be in bad taste to sleep with the staff. Our eyes followed hers looking wistfully off in the distance to see the hunky medical staff team member from the introductions in the pool, standing up waist deep but impossible to see if he was wearing any thing below. Jess and Jodie giggled what could only be described as a ‘wicked titter’ with Jodie telling her to go for it.

My eyes went down to water level and I noticed the face of Adriana submerged up to her neck in the pool. The thought she might be naked sent blood rushing back somewhere I was desperate to try and get rid of. And of course that was when Jodie and Jess decided to do a bit of matchmaking and set off toward the pool, asking me if I was coming.

I sighed and hoped that the water was cool enough to tamper down the blood rushing into places I really hoped it would avoid as I splashed into the river in pursuit.

We passed several couples relaxing in each others arms around the river route until we finally came to a pool entrance point and with a splash we all entered. It took a bit of dodging around floating pool guests until we approached our intended targets, Adriana’s eyes noticing us and smiling.

“Ahh once again we meet my good luck charm” her voice was practically purring. Glancing down into the water she added “I didn’t expect to meet so much of you I must say.” Thankfully I think the blood running to my cheeks took precedence this time and my lower half remained chill as I mentally thanked every god going for this situation.

“I would like to introduce you to my little brother.” She followed on, gesturing to the hunky medical team member. “He is Miguel, actually my twin, but he was born 20 minutes after me so I call him my little brother – he so dislikes the term.” Her beaming smile was left with a scowl from the man to get left.

“Charles feels that with me being so close to my time, I shouldn’t be let out without an escort. And Miguel here will be delivering the baby so he is as good as any.”

Jodie reacted first “your brother will deliver your baby?”

“Oh yes… I trust him very much and he is probably the most highly trained on the ship.” Adriana replied.

“But… it’s hardly what I’d want my brother seeing me down there.” Jess added.

“Ahh we have different cultures in my native Brazil. We are much more relaxed about nudity. It need not be sexual.” I swear she purred the word ‘sexual’

Miguel followed, his Latin accent much more pronounced than his sisters. “Indeed. I am my sisters biggest promoter. When she was dancing, there were many times that I helped her pick out costumes… many of them rely on no… how do you say – no panty lines. My attitude is that I have seen her naked on the day she was born, and an untold number of times since then.”

“How about anyone else” Jess blurted out, not entirely sure if she meant to say it out loud or just think it… but it was out there now.

Miguel looked at her. “I find great beauty in the female form. Perhaps we can meet to discuss practical examples.” My god that was smooth.

Jess blushed and fanned herself with her hand. “I may need to submerge myself it’s very, very hot in here.”

Adriana looked at me as the others were giggling. “Could you help me? It seems my brother is now a little busy, and I need help applying moisturiser.” I gulped. Looked straight at Jodie.

“Go. You’re married, she’s married, I know nothing will come of it, and you cannot say no to a lady in distress. A pregnant lady at that.” I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I agreed and was told to follow Adriana to her bed.

It was at this point that I realised that she was indeed naked under the water. My eyes hadn’t drifted above the waterline and reflections had obscured everything as we approached. She stepped out with her back to me and I know it’s a cliché, but if I hadn’t seen her from the front, you wouldn’t have told she was pregnant from the back. She raised inch by glorious inch out of the water like some sort of nymph, toned ass and legs eventually meeting my eye level with a shimmy.

Of course you know fine well which part of my anatomy reacted. I had no choice but to follow through and go with it. Jodie’s eyes followed me – Miguel and Jess focused on each other in the moment – and I’m certain I heard her say – or perhaps think - ‘oh dear.’ Yes I was following the most recognisable person on the whole cruise with a hard on.

Adriana’s eyes drifted down and no doubt took in an eyeful but didn’t say anything. She offered her arm to me to link as she walked me back towards her bed. A few steps along the route she actually pressed her hips into me and pulled me close announcing “your wife is very lucky.” I hoped she meant that I was willing to help rather than the size of the package. I focused straight ahead and tried not to look at her breasts in my peripheral vision as I answered “oh, how’s that.” Smooth. Nonchalant.

“Oh I can think of 2 reasons. And one of them shouldn’t be mentioned in polite company.”

My cock actually twitched. This woman was teasing me. My wife was watching my and hers ass wobble as we step away, her husband the guy who was running the show, and me caught with a woman who probably could be described by the word ‘vixen.’ My brain went ‘lithe, sexy, voluptuous’ in immediate response. Ok so that wasn’t helping the issue in the trouser (or lack of trouser) department.

We arrived at her lounger and she swished around and dropped down onto it with a grace that I wasn’t expecting for someone in such an advanced state of pregnancy, her head came around to be eye level with my crotch, and in that split second as it turned around in its route to looking to the side I could swear she was grinning. She brought back over a very expensive bottle of moisturiser (I’ll be honest I’ve no idea of brands of high end moisturiser but it was a very fancy, tiny bottle) and passed it over to me. As she laid her head back and relaxed into the lounger she purred “please be generous with it.”

I squeezed what must have been a quarter of the bottle between my hands and laid them down on her belly. The cold gel caused Adriana to flinch but she soon settled into it as my hands started to rub around in circles around the expanse of her belly. She let out soft moans and groans as my hands explored, my hands brushing the very top of her belly where her breasts rested down on them. I felt the baby within her belly move and roll, limbs poking out to follow the movement of my hands.

“Charlie likes that…” she let out breathily. “And so does his mother.”

“Charlie ?” I asked.

“Our baby is a boy. We were going to call him Charles Jr after his father, but Charles feels so… middle aged. So for now I call him Charlie. What about you?”

“We don’t know what we are having. We have about 5 names of each sex picked out and we will decide when we see it.”

Adriana groaned an acknowledgement that I had spoken but didn’t say anything else as my hands worked. This moisturiser was great, my hands hadn’t stopped moving in over a minute and still they were slipping and sliding as if I’d freshly applied it. Adriana’s body was glistening.

As she groaned another appreciative sound, her knees draped open leaving her completely exposed to me. My eyes bulged as her hand snaked around under the expanse of her belly and rested against her labia.

“Please… go… higher.” She was of course referencing my very intentional movements to avoid her breasts. It took all my willpower to say no… and I was breathing a sigh of relief as I heard Jodie announce herself behind me.

“Hi Babe.” My head turned to find my wife on approach. She was grinning. “We really need to find some way to deal with that.” All through the massage of course I was standing proud – I dare any straight man to do otherwise in that situation.

I coughed, unsure what to say as the lady I was massaging was sprawled, legs splayed open with her hand touching herself.

“Did my husband live up to expectations Mrs LeGrande?” She asked.

“My dear, please… Adriana. I’d like to think we were all friends here. And he is a magician with those fingers. I had almost nodded off. Do you know what happened to my brother and his lady friend?” She was of course asking for the reason why Jodie had wandered this way, but she was clever in hiding it.

“Oh those two went for some… privacy I think. So I thought whilst my husbands hands were all lubed up I’d partake in the service.”

“Oh please. Use my brothers lounger, and feel free to use this lotion. It would be a shame to not have those hands doing what they do best.”

Jodie looked wicked. “He can do much better, even with just 2 fingers.” I swear that Adriana shivered. Jodie grinned as she lowered herself down into the lounger opposite Adriana.

As I applied yet more of the lotion to my hands and rubbed up and down starting at Jodie’s belly, ensuring that in this case I covered her whole body from her neck to her toes as she laid back and enjoyed the sensual touches, the chilled moisturising gel leaving her body with prickles on it as my hand left any given area. Yet more groans coming from my wife as my head turned and caught movement of Adriana’s hand slipping in and out of her folds. She was playing a dangerous game… but of course no one is going to say no to the owners wife if they caught her masturbating in public.

I turned my head suddenly as I heard a pained grunt, Adriana rubbing a spot on her belly. “Braxton hicks.” I nodded. “With 2 days to go until my due date these get all too frequent. I try to hide them in camera. But why not let them go here. Oh… speaking of camera.” She looked up at the clock. 11 am. “I need to prepare for my afternoon. Could you please help me up?”

I offered an arm for her to brace herself on, not certain my hand would be a good grip with all of the moisturiser on it. Adriana made getting up look too easy. I mean I didn’t have a pregnant belly out in front of me throwing off my balance and I struggle to get up that easily.

She stepped into a pair of track suit pants and threw on a sports bra to contain her breasts as she turned to leave. “Oh please, before I forget. My husband and I will be holding a belly cast class this evening. I hope I will see you. It is in here. I’m expecting you both to attend. I want to see you put those hands back to good work.” With that she turned and strode away.

“Shit.” I said, my wife looking at me with a look of concern. “She left the moisturiser stuff.”

Jodie smiled. “I think she can likely afford to let it go.” She was grinning. We must have used probably half the bottle in 2 applications but she brought the brand up on her phones browser. It was $150 a bottle.

“Should we offer it back tonight?” I asked.

“Glad you decided we should go. I liked seeing that lady squirm.” Jodie was wicked in her own, good natured way.

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A Winter Storm

TW: Non graphic childbirth, childbirth complications, near death. Italics are used for internal thoughts and unclear returning memories.

Layers of thick white snow covered the ground painting a perfect tranquil winter scene. A few days before had brought one of the worst snowstorms anyone could remember in recent years and although the snowstorm had subsided a different storm was now raging inside the mansion walls.

Just a bit more….What do we do now….you made it back….come on….what are you….as soon as they're back….hey you did a good job….I need you to do something for me….tell me what happened.

The voices were disjointed and came flooding back in all at once seemingly making no sense.

Wait did I fall asleep, I don't remember. Just how long have I been sleeping for? Ugh my head hurts and everything's so foggy.

Mitsuki tried to shake the fog from her head but it wouldn't move. Panic gripped her as she realized her body wouldn't listen to her.

What!? Ok calm down and think. Earlier I was in the kitchen. It had just started snowing and I was just finishing making lunch….

???: Mitsuki what are you doing!?

Mitsuki: Making lunch?

???: I know what you're doing I meant why!? You should be resting.

Mitsuki: Not you to Isaac I swear I'm fine and if I have to sit around doing nothing the next three weeks I'm going to go crazy.

Isaac: I don't know, if he finds out I'm going to be in trouble.

Mitsuki: I promise you won't be in trouble ok, he's just being overprotective anyways. This pregnancy has been a breeze and I've felt fantastic the whole time! Now if you really want to help take these sandwiches into the dining room while I go get Arthur.

Isaac: No, I'll go and get him after I take the tray in.

Mitsuki: Fine, honestly I'm too hungry to care anymore.

That's right everyone was gone out except for Arthur Isaac and I. He went and got Arthur for lunch and…and…

Mitsuki: Oh! Ummm Arthur, I think my water just broke.

Arthur's coffee cup stopped mid air and Isaac nearly choked on his sandwich.

Arthur: Are you certain love?

Mitsuki: Well I haven't done this before but yes I'm pretty certain.

Isaac: But it's too early, you have three weeks left. You said she had three weeks left!

Arthur: I said about three weeks, Babies come when they come Newt. Right first thing let's get you upstairs to your room then we can get a better idea of what's going on ok.

Mitsuki: Ok Arthur.

They helped me upstairs, Arthur did his examination and asked Isaac to go get the midwife, Isaac left but then he was shouting for Arthur and….

Arthur: Well looks like there's going to be a slight change of plans Mitsuki.

Mitsuki: What do you mean by that Arthur?

Arthur: The snow has picked up something fierce. Newt nearly got buried just opening the door. Looks like it's just going to be the three of us until it stops.

Isaac came into the room just then furiously shaking snow off of seemingly everywhere, it was so funny.

Isaac: Are you even qualified to deliver a baby?

Arthur: Of course I'm qual…

Mitsuki: Wait wait wait! If we can't leave then that means nobody can come home either can they?

Arthur: Don't go panicking, I'm sure the storm won't last long. First labors always take a very long time anyways, sometimes days even.

Isaac: Days!

Arthur: Newt old boy I can only calm one of you down at a time right now, pull it together man.

Isaac: Right, sorry.

Mitsuki: Arthur I don't know if I can do this without him.

Arthur: You'll be fine love you have Newt and I and you studied up on everything possible. You're as prepared as you'll ever be. As soon as the snow lets up Newt will rush to get the midwife it shouldn't be long ok. Just focus on what you need to do right now.

But the snow didn't let up, it just kept coming and it got even worse. It was blowing so much we couldn't see two feet out from the windows. Everything was going so fast with my labor…

Isaac: Here are the towels and water you wanted. Earlier I brought the scissors and your doctor's bag and a first aid kit.

Arthur: Thanks Newt.

Isaac: Is there anything else I can do?

Arthur: All the work from here on out is up to Mitsuki. Are you ready for this?

Mitsuki: Do I have a choice? Seems like it's made up its mind to come now regardless of anything we say.

Arthur: Ha, it's not even here yet and already it's as stubborn as it's father.

Mitsuki: I'm telling Theo you said that…agghhh

That's right it was still snowing and my labor was almost done…

Arthur: Just a bit more, come on Mitsuki you can do this!

Mitsuki: Agghhh!

Then I heard the baby crying

Arthur: Jolly good job Mitsuki, you have a handsome baby boy!

Isaac: Is..is he ok?

Arthur: That's just what newborn babies look like Newt. Come over here and sit with Mitsuki while I get him cleaned up.

Mitsuki: A boy, is he really ok? Theo's going to be so happy!

Isaac: And angry…

Mitsuki: I'm sure he'll get over it once he sees agghhh…

Isaac: Mitsuki!

Arthur: Newt take over here.

Isaac: Oh okay…

Mitsuki: Arthur, I have to still agghhh!

That’s right I still felt like I had to push. There was another baby! It was another little boy, Isaac rushed off to get more towels…

Arthur: Well I dare say you did splendid Mitsuki. They're both healthy looking and loud that's for certain.

Mitsuki: I can't wait for this storm to stop so Theo can…

I was excited and anxious for Theo to come home and that's the last thing I really remember. What happened after that? Did I fall asleep after labor? No, there was panic and oh my god my babies.

Mitsuki suddenly jolted upright in bed and looked around in a panic for her sons. Just then a warm firm hand reached out and grabbed her gently.

Theo: Mitsuki! Are you ok? Do you feel weird? Does anything hurt?

Mitsuki: Theo! Where are the babies!? I remember them being born and then…

Theo: They're fine. They're just over there sleeping, take it easy ok? Broer can you go get Arthur and Comte.

Vincent: Of course, I'm really glad you're ok Mitsuki.

Mitsuki noticed the look of utter relief on Vincent's face as he left. She turned to look at Theo, his eyes filled with so many emotions she couldn't figure them out.

Mitsuki: Theo what's wrong, what happened?

Theo let out a long sigh and sat back in his chair. After a few moments of silence he pushed himself forward, his arms resting on his legs.

Theo: You asked what happened, when do you remember to?

Mitsuki: Our second son had come, Arthur was holding him he said they both looked healthy. I was telling him I couldn't wait for you to see them and…and I don't really remember anything after.

Theo lifted his head and stared at Mitsuki. She could tell he was debating what he should tell her and she reached out for him.

Mitsuki: Please Theo I can handle it.

Theo: From what Arthur told me you passed out. Apparently something went wrong and you kept bleeding, they were so worried…

That's right Isaac had gone for more towels and he came back and Arthur told him what was going on.

Arthur: She's losing too much blood!

Isaac: What…what do we do now!?

Arthur: I don't know, I'm trying everything I can to stop it but if I can't get it to she's going to bleed out.

Isaac: You mean she'll die? Theo will kill us if that happens!

Arthur: It wouldn't be an issue if Comte was here, he could just bite her and she'd be fine but…

Theo: Apparently Arthur managed to slow the bleeding down but he couldn't make it stop completely and you were almost gone.

Theo dropped his head onto Mitsukis lap in an effort to hide his tears and she reached out stroking his head.

Mitsuki: It's ok now Theo, I'm still here. We're all ok.

I remember Arthur's voice. He kept talking to me the whole time and then he was talking to someone else…

Arthur: By god you made it back in this storm!

????: I left early, knew it was gonna be a bad one but even I barely made it here. Never mind all that though Isaac said to come up here fast.

Arthur: The babies came early, twin boys, and now I can't get her bleeding to stop. She doesn't have much time left. I was hoping for Theo to get back before now or Comte but…

???: How much longer does she have?

Arthur: Maybe a half hour an hour if we're really lucky. I failed them Leonardo, I kept telling her everything would be fine!

Leonardo: Hey take it easy ok, I know you did everything you could. How are the bambinos?

Arthur: They're perfectly healthy but, she didn't even get to hold them. She did all this work and…

Leonardo: Okay enough of that now.

Arthur you were hurting so much. You two stopped talking because a baby was crying and I remember thinking my baby needed me. I wanted so much to see them I was scared I didn't want to leave them I remember opening my eyes.

Leonardo: Cara Mia?

Mitsuki: I want my sons. Please I can't leave them I want …

Then a sense of pain and Isaac's voice and oh my god.

Isaac: What are you doing?

Arthur: Leonardo…

Leonardo: I'm going to my room.

Arthur: Leonardo wait! Damn it! Newt as soon as they get back send Comte up here immediately understand.

Isaac: What just…

Arthur: Newt focus! When Comte gets back send him up here, if Theo and Vincent get back before him stall them as long as you can.

Mitsuki had stopped stroking Theo's head as the memories came back and Theo looked up into her eyes.

Theo: When Broer and I made it back in the morning Isaac was in the front hall waiting for us along with Napoleon. Isaac told us you had gone into labor the day before just as the storm had started. I never ran up those stairs as fast as I did then, I think I jumped over half of them. I came in and Arthur was sitting right at your side checking your pulse. You looked so tired and I thought how hard it must of been especially when Arthur said it was twins. I'm so sorry I left you alone during that Hondje.

Mitsuki: I was scared and sad you weren't here but it's ok. Arthur and Isaac were with me the whole time.

Theo: I have to admit I was never so grateful for that klootzak as I was at that moment.

Mitsuki: I remember you told me I did a good job didn't you?

Theo: Ya, you were sleeping when Broer and I came in and Arthur was being pushy about getting us out of here. He at least let me see you for a few minutes though before he kicked us out.

I remember….

Arthur: Alright that's enough she needs her rest you can see her later. I promise to even bring the boys down when they wake up but for now everyone out.

Theo: Seriously you klootzak! I just missed my wife giving birth to my sons and as soon as I get here you're trying to kick me out!

Vincent: Theo calm down, Mitsuki looks like she's half dead. I'm sure Arthur just wants her to get enough rest so she recovers.

Arthur: Thank you Vincent that's it exactly. Newt take Theo back to the parlor and get him a drink will you, help him celebrate the birth of his sons.

Isaac: Okay sure.

Theo: Fine whatever the Doctor says right, you did a good job Mitsuki. I'm so proud of you and thank you.

I felt something warm on my forehead and then I heard footsteps after that. I guess you were leaving and then Arthur's voice, he was so serious

Arthur: Vincent, I need you to do something for me.

Vincent: Of course anything after what you did for my little sister and my nephews.

Arthur: I hope so. I need you to keep Theo downstairs. He can't come up here again no matter what. Not until Comte gets back.

Vincent: Why?

Arthur: If I tell you you can't tell Theo, not yet.

Vincent: Ok…

Arthur: You said she looked half dead and you weren't too far off. Another half hour and she would of been.

Vincent: What? She's alive though right? So you saved her.

Arthur: She is but I didn't save her.

Vincent: Then…

Arthur: Leonardo made it home in the storm last night. When he got here she was almost gone, we were talking then one of the babies was crying next thing I know he's bitten her.

Vincent: What? But Leonardo….

Arthur: I know. The problem is he went and raided Comtes wine then shut himself in his room after and hasn't come out since. All her vitals are fine but he bit her last night and she still hasn't woken up. I don't know if that's from the trauma from the birth, the bite, the loss of blood, something else or all of it. Napoleon knows to send Comte straight up here and I'm hoping to have some answers from him before I have to talk to Theo.

Vincent: I understand Arthur, I'll do my best.

Arthur: Thanks Vincent, you really are an angel.

I knew that pain was familiar. It was a lot different from Theo's bite though.

Theo: Broer Isaac and I broke open a bottle of champagne and started drinking. I was so happy, I still can't believe it. I'm a father and to two sons at once! You know I always hoped that I would have two boys, there's nothing like the bond between two brothers. I don't know how long we were down there drinking but Mozart, Napoleon and Sebastian came strolling in and joined us. Not long after Comte and Arthur came in with our boys. It was a busy morning.

Comte. He came into my room and he sounded so frantic.

Le Comte: Arthur, Napoleon said you needed to see me immediately.

Arthur: Comte old chap I've never been happier to see you.

Le Comte: Tell me what happened Arthur, all of it.

Theo: Then it turned into afternoon and evening….

Mitsuki: Wait, just how long was I out for?

Theo: We're going into their third night so.

Mitsuki: That long! Theo I'm so sorry you must have been so worried!

Theo: You don't have anything to apologize for Hondje. I'm just glad you're finally awake and we get to name them.

Mitsuki: You didn't name them?

Theo: No. After Le Comte and Arthur told me everything I wanted to wait for you to wake up before doing that. I have some ideas though.

Mitsuki: So do I, I wonder if they're the same.

Later, way past any reasonable dinner time, there was a knock on the door. Although whoever it was they didn't wait for an answer.

???: Leonardo I'm coming in.

Leonardo was sitting on the floor beside his bed, back leaning against a bookcase. He startled at Mitsukis voice and lifted his head toward the door.

Leonardo: Cara Mia! What are you doing here?

Mitsuki: We're all having a very late dinner so I came to get you, and also so that you can see I'm fine.

Leonardo just stared at Mitsuki not able to say anything. She could see the emotions warring with each other in his eyes but it looked like grief was winning out. She sat down on the edge of his bed.

Mitsuki: Leonardo, I can't begin to imagine what you feel inside but I just wanted to say thank you.

Leonardo: Why would you thank me after what I did to you Cara Mia, what I took from you.

Mitsuki: You may have taken my human life from me but, because of you I’m still here. I get to see my boys grow up, I get to stay with the man I love and my family. My whole family.

Mitsuki reached down and placed her hand on Leonardo's.

Mitsuki: Comte has been beside himself worrying about you. He doesn't understand what happened, none of them do but I think I know. It's because of that conversation we had in the garden isn't it?

Mitsuki studied Leonardo's face, his eyes darting away from hers then going wide. It had been a day shortly after her and Theo had told everyone she was expecting. Leonardo had found her in the garden and what started out friendly enough turned into a huge fight. The only one they had ever had in fact, with both of them saying things they shouldn't have. Things had been somewhat strange between them since then but she hadn't had any idea how to make it right between them again.

Mitsuki: I don't want for things to get even more awkward or strange between us Leonardo. I'm perfectly happy and I'm still me, though I guess my appetites changed for good now. Please Leonardo.

Leonardo was silent for a long while before he finally spoke.

Leonardo: Those bambinos are loud, guess I should at least meet them since they're gonna be keeping the whole mansion awake.

When Mitsuki entered the parlor with Leonardo they were greeted by several relieved and smiling faces.

Sebastian: Well now that everyone is here I'll serve a light dinner. If you'll excuse me.

Mitsuki: Wait. Before you go Sebastian, Theo and I decided on names for them and I want everyone to find out together.

Mozart: Finally, it was annoying not knowing what to call them.

Theo: Nobody asked you.

Mozart: Remember that you said that when you can't get them to sleep.

Le Comte: Cut it out you two, now.

Le Comtes stern voice sounded out of place with the delighted smile he was giving the baby in his arms.

Mitsuki: Thank you Comte. Theo is holding Vincent Isaac named for his two very best Uncles.

Vincent: Hear that Isaac. We're the very best Uncles!

Isaac: Are you sure, I really didn't do that much to help.

Theo: Nonsense you kept Hondje company and did whatever you could to help out. My first born couldn't have a better name.

Isaac went red at Theo's compliment and Vincent patted him on the shoulder.

Le Comte: A very good name indeed, and what about this little rascal Ma Cherie?

Mitsuki: His name is Arthur Leonardo

Arthur: By jove I knew you loved me Theo but really it's almost too much!

Le Comte: Now that's done I can't wait for dinner. Shall we all head to the dining room? Sebastian if you wouldn't mind please.

Le Comtes commanding voice cut off Theo's retort before he could even finish thinking it. The residents slowly filed out of the room, Theo passed Vincent to his uncle and Le Comte handed Arthur off to his mother as he escorted her to dinner. Soon it was just Theo and Leonardo left alone in the parlor. The two gentlemen stood in silence for a while looking anywhere but at the other. At last Theo cleared his throat.

Theo: Leonardo.

Leonardo: Ya?

Theo: Dank je, I mean it from the bottom of my heart. I don't know what I would of done if I had lost Mitsuki. You didn't just save her, you saved my whole family.

Leonardo tried to find the words, any words really, his emotions still so raw.

Leonardo: I'm glad Cara Mia gets to see her bambinos grow up. She's a sweet girl, she deserves nothing but happiness. I'm just sorry it cost her so much.

Theos eyebrows knitted together and the atmosphere between the two began to grow heavy and solemn.

Theo: Hey, I'll forgive it this one time but you ever bite my wife again and you'll be sorry understand me?

Leonardo: Hehe, ya I understand you.

Theo: Good. Now we better get going before Hondje or Comte notices and thinks I did something to you.

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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not expecting dad!matty but you know how you’re supposed to do skin to skin contact after the baby is born? thinking about shirtless matty talking to baba while they’re on his chest is such a happy thought he’d be like “fuck, you’re the most perfect thing. your mummy and I are so happy to meet you, baba” and sing to them a little bit (maybe “don’t worry” like his dad did to him)

GOD. present-day matty with the grey in his hair, shirtless, holding a baby? if you weren't so fucking exhausted from giving birth you'd probably try and convince him to get you pregnant again then and there looooooooool

but yeah, say it's a few hours after baba's made their debut appearance - they've been all checked over and they've been fed, and the midwife has suggested that you try and get some sleep, while matty takes the opportunity to bond a little with the kid he's been so excited to meet. the baby is surprisingly alert, looking up at him from their position against his chest with curious eyes exactly the same as yours (matty cheers internally when he sees that they were inherited) as they sit in the reclining chair in the corner of the room. you smile sweetly as you sleepily watch them watch each other, the two loves of your life, matty softly smoothing over the little tuft of dark curls the baby has so clearly gotten from him. he's talking to the baby, too, cooing softly at them like "it's so amazing to finally meet you, baba. mummy and i have been waiting for this for a long time, so thank you for coming early. you just wanted to see the world, didn't you? see it with those big eyes? they're just like mummy's, you know, and that's very exciting, because mummy is the most beautiful person in the world and it's good that you're like her. although, your hair is definitely the same as mine. apologies in advance for that, but i'll teach you how to sort it. i think it's going to look better on you than me, though, because you're just so perfect, much more perfect than mummy and i could ever have imagined. we just love you so fucking much - oops, sorry darlin', shouldn't have said that, you're a little bit too little to know that bad word yet. but yeah, baba, mummy and daddy love you more than anything". and you're fast asleep by that point and the baby is getting to that stage too, so matty just gently caresses their tiny spine and softly sings to them until they nod off - his heart is so full he thinks it might burst, and he can't wait to spend more time with you both after you've had some sleep <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty

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heardatmedschool · 4 months

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A quick guide on what different titles mean in my posts

(Since education AND healthcare systems vary around the world).

Medical Student (4.5-5 years)

You can get into medical school straight out of high school. College degrees do exist, but they are not the norm, not for medicine, and not for any career, tbh.

You fist 2-3 years are mostly theory. Calculus, chemistry, biology, anatomy, histology, embriology, physiology, pathology, physiopathology, microbiology, pharmacology…. That period end with semiology, and you get a Bachelor’s Degree in Medical Science.

Then, for the next 2 years, you have your clinicals, in which you spend half of the day in the hospital, with patients, and half the day in class, but definitely more focused on patient care and management.

Med student in clinicals = baby of the team (most of the time).

When you finish, you get your Academic Degree, Licenciate in Medicine.

Medical Intern (1.5-2 years)

No longer a student, you are now in your professional practice. Although you are technically still in med school in your university, you can say goodbye to classes, since you’re now a worker.

Probably bottom of the food chain, and probably does all the paperwork that nobody wants to do, but it’s a period where you gain a lot of independence and knowledge through work.

When you finish, you get your Professional Title, Médico Cirujano, but also need to pass a national test (EUNACOM) in order to be able to work.

Once you are a Doctor, you can work with that, or you can specialize.

Resident Doctor

A doctor, who is both working and studying towards a specialty.

Staff

Doctor who is on charge of a team. Tends to be an specialist.

Other titles that may cause confusion:

CNA: I use CNA to refer to TENS (Técnico de Enfermería de Nivel Superior). Technical degree (2.5 years). Takes care of patient’s basic needs, vital signs, may administer non-prescription medications.

Scrub tech: An specialized TENS. Takes care of the surgical instrumental and the sterile field in the OR.

Other TENS specializations: (that aren’t shared with other workers) Ambulance paramedic, anesthesia tech, trauma tech (takes care of plasters).

Medical Technologist: University degree (5Y). In charge of handling the machines and advanced technology equipment. They have 5 sub-specialties: ENT, ophthalmology, morphophysiopathology, blood bank and radiology.

Kinesiologist: University degree (5Y). They encapsulate both Physical Therapy and Respiratory Therapy.

Midwife: University Degree (5Y). Kind of like L&D nurses. Also in charge of reproductive health (i.e inserts IUDs, tests for STIs). Can assist births without a doctor if uncomplicated.

Other professionals that may not need further explanation:

Nurse.

Nutritionist.

Speech therapy.

Occupational therapy.

#blog stuff

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amumandherthoughts · 4 months

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The birth story.

This is a long one..

I was 41 weeks and 3 days pregnant when I had my last 'normal' appointment with the midwife team. It was then that they told me if I hadn't naturally gone into labour in 2 days, then they would have to induce me.

Not exactly what you want to hear with your first pregnancy. Lots of people tell you lots of stories and how induction can be more intense or it was the best labour they'd ever had. Whatever, everyone is different, so I took it all with a grain of salt and hoped for the best.

2 days went by and I had my next appointment where the midwife and Drs recommended a 'Cook's Catheter'. To try and prompt my body to do its thing without the need for an IV.

Well I came back the next morning and still no labour! Shit. I was going to have to be induced.

Ok, so I'm in the birthing unit ready to go (and completely terrified but trying to hold it together).

They take out the Cooks Catheter and I'm 4cm dilated. Great! Almost half way there!!

The nurses broke my water, put the IV in and the contractions began.

Holy shit.

To quote my mum- "they don't call it labour for nothing." Boy, was she right. I had all the pain from my contractions in my lower back, and it was excruciating!

I'd never had anything hurt as much as those bloody contractions! No one told me as much, but I presume my baby was posterior because of all the back pain.

I was using heat pack after heat pack. Having my husband massage my back as hard as he could and it still barely helped! I was using the gas, which I think mainly just helped keep my breathing under control...

After 5 hours, I was ready to up the ante - I asked the nurse for the next step in pain management - Endone.

Well, all of the people who say Endone is the best are all fucking liars. It didn't take any of my pain away, just made me super drowsy and want to fall asleep even during a contraction!

Right, so by this time, I'd had the IV induced contractions for roughly 12 hours, and every time the nurse did an internal exam, my cervix was at 4 cm. There was no change! I could have cried! Well.. I did! And I was exhausted!!!

So the reason it took so long to get to this point was because every time I contracted my baby's heartbeat was waver and so the nurses couldn't increase the hormones to get me to dilate more/faster. They turned it off for a short time, and bub was all good, but then they turned it on, and the heartbeat wavered again.

So the Dr recommended an emergency ceasarean section due to failed to progress. Meaning my body didn't do what it was supposed to and bub couldn't come out!

I was ok with having a caesar, that part honestly didn't bother me. It is what it is and the team I had were incredible.

I had an epidural, which was heaven! For about half an hour. Until it made me vomit and bubs heartbeat wavered again and I needed to lay on my side. Well then the anaesthetic drained to the side didn't it and I started feeling the contractions down the other side again! This certainly wasn't what I expected when they gave me an epidural.

Ok, so after this, we headed to surgery. We're talking 17hrs after being induced now.

I'd never had any sort of surgery in my life. Only ever had mild local anaesthetics!

So when they numbed my torso and down it was the weirdest feeling. So see my legs being moved but unable to feel it. I hated it.

And then, being in the ice-cold theatre, thank God I had my husband by my side because I was downright terrified.

Terrified of feeling pain (which I didn't)

Terrified of the surgery (I would visualise it and freak out)

Terrified something bad would happen to me (haemorrhage or have tools left inside)

Terrified most of all that I wouldn't hear my baby cry.

During the surgery I kept vomiting and felt gross as fuck. The lovely nurse suctioned the vomit from my mouth and all was well.

Bub was taken out, and he cried! So I cried in relief! I can't tell you how much relief I felt about that. He had a bit of a hard time breathing, so I couldn't hold him, and he had to go up to special care. My husband went with him, and I went to recovery (where I slept for 2 hours, apparently!!)

I was then taken to the maternity ward and special care unit to see my bub. So surreal being able to see and touch him! Still no cuddles yet though because he was on the breathing apparatus.

I was wheeled back to maternity and tried to sleep. Though that was difficult being so very numb and worried about tearing stitches or whatever else might've gone on down there.

Thus, my baby boy was born, and I am still emotional remembering these happenings. Very emotional.

It was traumatic and downright awful. Will I do it again? Yes, because it's a small drop in the ocean for what I now treasure more than anything.

#birth #birth story #pregnancy #pregnant #childbirth #labour #labor #c section #caesarean section #caesarean

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