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ravencincaide · 6 months

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When you assume you make an ‘ass’ out of me and you

Summary: Finding out you’re pregnant, you decide to end things over text. Too bad Chuuya and Dazai were NOT buying your poor excuses. Or the time you made them very happy.

Pairing: preg! Reader x Dazai x Chuuya

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 5: Embracing

Warnings: pregnancy, cursing, hint at (kinky) intimacy,

Enjoy ~

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You were feeling like shit. And that was a huge statement considering that you had only ever taken a handful of sick days; turning up to work despite broken bones, staples keeping your skin somewhat together and internal bleeding. Cold was a minor inconvenience and sprained muscles could be forced to function. Ear inflammation was harder but still doable. After all, your job wasn’t all about active field work. A lot of it was information checking online, monitoring people or groups activities through other teams reports or keeping an eye on bank data so your team was within its budget for missions, leisure or other necessities. Damn, it was a miracle how you managed to fix it the last budging year when you had two subordinates who were the definition of shooting maniacs, one chronic alcoholic, and an illiterate clutz who could never find receipts or who somehow switched up numbers in their reports to the point of giving you a heart attack.

Thereby being away even for a day not only risked your office becoming a shooting range, no work being done, missions delayed however, most importantly, your steady tower of paperwork growing into an unmanageable city. You were on your second week away from the office, with no real prognosis for when you’d feel well enough to be back. And you were dreading going back.

Your boss has turned up a few days prior, had taken a thirty second look at you before you ran to the bathroom throwing up and had essentially three things to say to you while you were hugging the porcelain pony:

“ If it’s a stomach bug, get it cured before you even think about entering the office. If you’re pregnant-” the words had made your head snap up in total shock at a possibility you hadn’t even considered. Seeing as your boss brought it up, clearly she thought that you might be. Maybe not that shocking given that you were fucking more than average “ and want an abortion then hurry up and get it done before its too late. And see you in the office at the end of the month.” You could practically feel the warning look from your boss through the heavy wooden door, threatening you not to sweep this issue under the carpet and to keep her updated. “ If you intend to keep it then get your prenatals in order and see you in three years.” With those words she, being the ever caring friend she was, dropped two packets of pregnancy tests on your desk before leaving you alone.

When the results came back positive it was not necessarily a shocker. What surprised you more was that the nauseous feeling came as spontaneously as it did and how tired you felt most days. How exhausted thinking, or in your case overthinking, made you. It felt as if that little test, or five, somehow made you grow up overnight. From a carefree young adult doing whatever you wanted, missions, drinking or wild kinky sex you were suddenly expected within the next nine months to become a mother. A responsible and caring adult that would make yourself, your children and your own parents proud. You didn’t know if you were going to succeed with that but you were damn determined to give your baby the best childhood and care you could. And step one in that equation was to remove people out of your life who did not want a serious relationship with you or were interested in raising a baby together. You did not need forced commitment or alimony; what you needed was a partner and a father to your child. And since you were certain your lovers were not up to the role, you were certain you’d do a much better job alone by yourself- as always!

Still you never expected you would become the kind of trashy person who’d end things over text. You couldn’t understand how people could do it; either talk to the person you want to break up with or do a Dazai and just ghost. This felt too much like attachment issues wrapped in apology for you. Knowing you were already gonna earn a place in hell for it, you typed up a message that you were certain they’d hate you for. Which was perfect in your mind, if you were shooting yourself in the foot by breaking up with two executives who outranked you and your boss by a mile then the least you could do was make sure they wouldn’t unnecessarily seek you out. You’d deal with their revenge on you when you got back from parental leave.

Thus when the sound of pounding on your door came many hours later you were certain it was your boss again. Either to scold you for the extra workload she got from her bosses thanks to yours truly or to kidnap you to the hospital. Dragging yourself out of bed with a groan you quickly ran a brush through your hair for a more presentable appearance. Giving up on changing out of the t-shirt and shorts you headed for the door, opening it absentmindedly. Too late you realized you should have checked who it was.

“ What the hell are you two doing here?” You asked, making your meanest look as you crossed your arms over your chest. You were certain it looked more like a chihuahua barking at a rottweiler than anything threatening.

“ Checking if it’s a hostage situation, Bella” You gaped as Chuuya and Dazai brushed past you. Your dark haired ex-lover making his way to your bedroom, hand on the hilt of his gun. Before you could stop him, Chuuya, who was still lingering in the doorway, forced your attention by sticking his phone into your face with your textmessage pulled up on the screen.

Thank you for this time, I’ve found a better dick. No hard feelings.

“ What is this damned thing?” He asked, his voice far above the usual caring and loving tone he’d use with you.

“ What does it look like?” You raised your hand and studied the chipped manicure on your nails no longer able to stand the angry and hurt expression on his face. “ I’m breaking up with you, duh.”

“ Heeh what the hell do you mean by that Y/N? Better dick?” He took a step closer to you, his expression growing darker by the second “ We all know you’re a slut for us, ready to let us do whatever we want to you so stop lying and spit out what’s really going on.” he was gripping your arms tightly. When you refused to look at him he gave you a rough shake in warning.

“ What the hell-” you caught your exclamation that ‘it hurts’ knowing that it was exactly what he was going for at that moment. “ It’s as I said, I found someone new”

“ How long?!” he didn’t yell but somehow that made it even worse. When you didn’t reply immediately he shook you again “ And what’s so great about this supposed new person.”

You felt your eyes sting and closed them for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. Your next sentence was a hit below the belt; “ They’re actually sweet and caring towards me. Not just after sex.”

“ Sweetheart-” the look on Chuuya’s face was as if you had slapped him, the arguments caught in his throat.

You looked away from him, shaking his hands off your shoulders. Your heart was tearing itself in your ribcage, Begging you to stop this nonsense. But you wouldn’t- you couldn’t. You needed to protect the child in your tummy, to shelter them from the constant fighting, every other week visitation, jealousy and screaming. You needed to prevent them from becoming a pawn in a game called ‘hurt the other parent more’.

“ Sweetheart, do you really believe that-?” Chuuya asked carefully.

“ -Or is it just that you are pregnant Y/N?” Dazai’s question made you jump, your head snapping in his direction. You could see him leaning against the doorway, an unreadable expression on his face. Damn you hated it when he did that.

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about '' you lied, back to crossing your arms over your chest. “ I’m done with this conversation so please get out.”

“ Come on Y/N the cats out of the bag now” Dazai looked almost too pleased with himself as he held up the pregnancy test he had fished out of the trashcan.

You felt the colour drain from your face. Your mouth opening and closing as your mind raced between forcing them out of your apartment and lying about it, again.

“ Is it a false positive?” Chuuya asked cautiously, eyeing the brunette.

“ There are five more in there,” Dazai shrugged, silently telling him to draw his own conclusions, as he took a step towards you. You cursed yourself for not taking the trash out sooner.

“ Is it ours?” The question made you hang your head in defeat. “ Belladonna is it-” Dazai growled in warning.

“ Yes” you breathed. You could feel them sharing a look of utter confusion between each other over your head.

“ Darlin, then why the charades?”

“ Because you wouldn’t want it!” you screamed at the top of your lungs “ and I- we don’t need a partner out of obligation.”

Silence lingered in your apartment for a few long moments. You wrapped your arms around yourself. You just wanted them to stop making this harder on you than it already was. Now that they knew the reason for all this, you prayed they wouldn’t cause any more hassle and just silently walk out of the apartment. That they’d walk out of your life and leave you alone. Without any fighting, pity or compromises. Just go, you pleaded silently, before you’d find yourself regretting your decision.

“ You assumed we wouldn’t want it,” Chuuya corrected you. You raised your head finally facing your lover, ready to scream at him- them to get out. The scream never made it past your lips, his expressing killing any arguments you had left; you had expected distress or anger on his face, maybe sadness or guilt but all you could see was a bright happy smile. “ And when you assume something you make an ‘ass’ out of me and you. Now come here my sweetheart” he spread his arms out beckoning you for a hug.

You had never seen that expression on Chuuya’s face. It was as if you had gifted him the sun and moon on a silver platter. You felt all fight fading out of your body, leaving behind just tiredness and longing for his warm embrace.Cautiously you came up to him, breathing a sigh of relief as he hugged you close yet gently to his body, burying his face in your shoulder. “ Oh sweets you’re gonna be a mother- I’m gonna be a father!”

“ Or uncle” Dazai added unable to stop himself from pushing Chuuya’s buttons“ You’re so cute Chuuya ready to be a dad to my kids”

“ Shut it mackerel” Chuuya muttered “ You’re just jealous she’s hugging me.”

“ And you’re just denying the undeniable”

Chuuya growled in reply before biting back the anger, turning his attention towards you instead. The smile never once leaving his face “ So don’t you dare try and break up with us over this again, ‘kay?” Chuuya moved back and pressed a kiss to your forehead before brushing your hair out of your eyes “- or you’re welcome to break up with bandages over there” he teased, making you smile slightly as Dazai let out an annoyed ‘ you dog’.

Surprisingly the argument didn’t go any further than that. Instead Dazai’s attention was shifting between you in Chuuya’s arms and the little white test still clutched between his fingers before he finally broke the silence:“ By the way Belladonna have you had your doctors visit yet? To ensure the little one is fine.”

You sighed, shaking your head a no. “ I haven’t really got around to it yet”

“ That won’t do!” Chuuya cried pulling back from you instantly, his hand already dialing his subordinates, while he was walking towards the door then turning around and pacing back into your room“ Yes I need you to find the best prenatal care doctor in Yokohoma- yes directly I don’t care how much they charge- Sweetheart where is your insurance and identification card?”

You blinked as he stopped in front of you, blue eyes staring at you intensely “ umm In the kitchen, furthest cupboard to the right- top draw. Should be under the travel pamphlet.” Before you could finish your sentence he was already out of the room going to hunt for your documents.

Still you could hear him talking on the phone, beginning to list a bunch of things he wanted delivered to your place within the next fifteen minutes; childcare books, research on food that was safe to eat during pregnancy, alcohol- he was clear to specify it was for himself- and some safe alcohol free options.

“ - and prepare statistics on best child care facilities in Yokohama, and broker offers for all the housing around those areas -and–”

“ Chuuya don't just start randomly buying things” you yelled, staring to follow behind him pausing only when a very gentle hand wrapped itself around your wrist. In fact you were half way pulling out of the touch before your mind registered it. The unusual softness surprised you. Usually Dazai was unapologetically rough during sex; unafraid to slap, hit or even whip you and it was Chuuya who showed you in butterfly touches, kisses over bruised skin and soft embraces.

“ Let him be Y/N” Dazai stated, his voice sounding strange in your ears. His hand falling away from your wrist the instant you turned to face him. You could see that his head was bowed, his hair covering his eyes from you. Sometime during your and Chuuya’s embrace he had moved to sit down on a nearby chair. Wordlessly he patted his lap, silently asking you to sit down instead of the usual act of just pulling you into it. You looked at him skeptically as you took your place on his lap. The moment you did he buried his face in your shoulder, his arms pausing inches above your skin as if you’d shatter in his arms if he touched you..

“ Are you okay?” You asked as you urged him closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Taking it as permission he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you carefully to his chest, burying his face in your hair. He held you like that for a few moments, totally silent but for an almost unnoticeable shake of his shoulders “ Dazai, are you crying?”

His response was to bring you even closer

“ Dazai, are you okay?” You asked again with more worry in your voice. He hushed you, stroking your hair. You were starting to panic at his reaction, your mind racing so much that you almost missed his answer to your previous question;

“ I’m more ‘okay’ than ever, Y/N”

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stargirl-in-dilfspace · 22 days

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Look After You (Christmas Fic) - Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader

[moodboard for moodboard’s sake]

Summary: It’s the first time you’ve had Frankie home for the entire month of December, and you have some exciting news for him.

content/warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader & frankie are married, they have a daughter, girl dad frankie, classic christmas (no sad beige bullshit here), reader is pregnant, pregnancy announcement, their daughter is rambunctious & sweet, daughter is named Valentina (Val for short), Santiago appearance, alcohol mention (santi and frank have a beer lol), these two are so sweet you wanna throw up [2k-ish words]

a/n: okay first fic on tumblr, this feels weird. and yeah it’s wayyyy too early for Christmas but i hate that it’s snowing where i am and im pretending im happy about it (aka writing fics about Christmas) let me know what you think!!! <3

Christmas had stopped being a time to relax a long time ago. Even more so once you had your daughter. And your husband. But, Frankie was plenty of help, this evening, among many others, he’d offered to completely take over the bedtime duties for Valentina, that you normally split 50/50, so you could have some time to yourself, which you opted to wrap gifts.

It was the 23rd, and the wrapping was a little late admittedly. He’d offered everything under the sun, a hot bath, a home cooked meal, etc. You’d chosen to wrap gifts. This was the first year you got to spend the entire month with him. And Val was three. You settled down on your bed, with a bunch of gift bags, wrapping paper and a few bows. The gifts you planned for your daughter on your left, and a few for your husband on the right.

By 7 o’clock, you’d wrapped everything. Gift tags were what you had left. In your hand writing, you started to write your first name. On your daughter’s gift. You silently laughed at yourself, trying again, with a different tag, addressing it to Val, from Mama.

You’d never get used to it in the best of ways.

You smiled at the tag, feeling stupid. Stupidly happy. The amount of joy that children got out of Christmas, would last forever, and seeing the joy from your daughter made all the work worth it.

Then you got down to your husband’s little stack. A few useful items he’d asked for, a book he’d wanted, and a framed photo of the two of you. One from the day you told him you were pregnant with Val. Taken on a digital camera, he’s smiling wide, genuinely, while you press a kiss to his cheek. He had been trying to find time to get all the photos printed off the camera and frame some, specifically that one to put on his nightstand. You wrapped that last.

Cause that wasn’t the only part of the gift. You had a letter, and more importantly, a pregnancy test.

A positive pregnancy test.

You looked at it for a moment, you only found out a few days ago, and decided you’d surprise him on Christmas Eve, with the photo.

A swift knock was put on the bedroom door, to which you hid everything at your side, throwing your sweater over it. “Francisco Morales if you walk in here you may not live to see Christmas Day.” You call out, in a joking tone, as the door cracked open.

“Hey there, Mrs. Catfish.” You place the voice immediately. Santiago. “Heard you were wrapping gifts in here?”

“Yeah, you’re safe.” You chuckle lightly, standing up off the bed to hug him as he stepped in to greet you. “What’re you doing here?” You wrap your arms around him with a smile on your face.

“Holy…shit.” You furrow your brows, hearing his tone as you pull back, following his gaze. Fuck. “Looks like it’s Mama Fish of two.” He chuckled, looking back at you with a smile before you shushed him quickly.

He got a kick out of the nickname he’d come up with when he’d found out about Val.

“Yeah, looks like it.” You smile, the reality kicking in a little. “Frankie’s supposed to find out Christmas Eve so keep it zipped.” He chuckles again, taking it to heart.

“How far along?” He asks as you made an effort to finish putting everything neatly into its little box, and labeling it with his name.

“Four weeks. Only found out on the 19th.” You say quietly, stuffing presents into the closet, behind some storage boxes, stacking a few spare blankets over it for good measure.

“Damn.”

“Don’t even do the math, Santiago.” You warn with a fake scowl.

“Guess me taking Val for the weekend paid off.” He jokes as you shoot him a look, opening the door and leading him back out into the hall to the living room to find Frankie.

The Christmas lights on the tree were plugged in, blues, red, purples, oranges, greens, yellows…you’d refused to give in to the sad beige trends, you wanted your daughter to have the Christmas you did. Full of life and color, and strange ornaments with memories and crafts and photos. Frankie was in the kitchen in the fridge, digging for drinks.

“You found her?” He calls to Santi, to which he replies with a simple “yep.” “Either of you want a beer?” He asks, Santi gave you a look to which you held up a finger in warning.

“No, honey, just water for me.” You reply, and he came into the living room a few moments later, two beers and a water. You thanked him and smiled, sitting down next to him on the couch while Santiago sat in one of your armchairs.

You spent the rest of the evening talking, catching up and laughing. Your daughter slept like a rock, and eventually you checked on her, making sure she actually was asleep. She was the spitting image of both of you, snoring softly. Your pride and joy, you never thought any man would ever make you feel safe and loved enough to have a child, a home.

The last two weeks, you’d been watching Christmas movies with Val and Frankie, curled up on the couch, as she got all excited about Christmas, and winter, and presents.

Last night, she’d begged to make cookies she’d found in an old cookbook of yours. Gingerbread cookies the three of you decorated to look like each other, accompanying the little house she decorated. She passed out from a sugar high on the couch between you and Frankie at only 6 in the evening. A miracle, for a girl like her. He’d talked to you about how much he loved the two of you, quietly playing with your hair, for almost an hour before you both fell asleep.

By the time Santiago left, you both were tired, like average toddler parents were. You drag a blanket from the back of the couch, pulling it up and over the two of you, curling up with him for a minute.

“Good day?” Frankie asks, like clockwork each night he wanted to hear what you had to say. His eyes reflect the Christmas lights, and somehow every ounce of admiration and love he held for you.

“Good day. Got all the presents wrapped.”

“I’m glad, all ready for Christmas?” He rubbs your arm, pulling you closer.

“Very. You?” You look up at him, hand finding his soft brown curls, you see him wear more frequently now. Standard Oil practically owned his head of hair until you came along and convinced him the curls and little grays were perfect to you.

“I think so. Wrapped your gifts last week.” He grins down at you, hand falling at your waist, fingertips grazing your back and pulling you just a bit closer. You smile at him, God, you love him. His eyes shine a little more in the light of the tree, pulling you up to kiss him sweetly, your hand pressed gently to the side of his face.

“I love you.” You murmur, reaching just a bit farther up to press a kiss to the tip his nose, one of many things you adore about him.

“I love you, hun.” He kisses your cheek in return, letting you rest on his shoulder, just against his neck. You play with the hem of his shirt, yawning slightly. “How’s a hot shower and bed sound?” He asks with a slight chuckle, you can feel it deep in his chest, with his heartbeat. The one he knows beats just for you.

By the next evening, dinner is served, chicken (considering your daughter won’t touch turkey), mashed potatoes (her favorite), and green beans (cause somebody needed her greens.)

“Mama, do we get to open presents tonight?” Your daughter asks, her spoon spinning around in her potatoes.

“Only one, since Santa hasn’t come yet, sweetheart.” You grin, watching her take another bite, smiling at you and Frankie.

“Do you think I’ll be able to hear the reindeer? When he’s on the roof? Cause I can’t see Santa?” Val asks, pulling her hair out of the little ponytail done by Frankie from earlier when she’d “helped” him outside shovel the snow on the sidewalk, messy from her little hat.

“I don’t know about that…but I heard Santa has been leaving behind something extra special if we leave him some milk and cookies tonight.” Frankie smiles, explaining to his daughter what she could expect if she tried to stay in her bed and sleep.

“Hmm…I think we should get to bed soon, Val cause Uncle Santi called before dinner and told me Santa had already come to his house.” You hum like it's nothing, and your daughter shoots up, finishing the remainder of her plate, and Frankie smiles at you.

“Can we go get my pjs? And brush my teeth? I wanna go to bed!” Val forgets she could even have one present tonight.

She takes Frankie’s hand, tugging it a little, watching you for approval. She drags both of you, through her bedtime routine like you usually have to do for her. You kiss her goodnight, and tell her Christmas will be there the sooner she goes to sleep, and that you love her. You lean on the doorframe, watching Frankie talk to her, telling her goodnight and that he loves her.

Your hand finds your abdomen without really thinking. Jesus Christ do you love him, and God are you glad to be the one having his children.

You quickly tuck both hands in the pockets of your jeans as he turns to you, walking out with you. He takes your hand, leading you back to the living room.

“I’ve got something for you.” You say softly, he presses a kiss to your head. You reach under the couch, as you’d hidden it earlier in the day, and he chuckles a little. You hand him the box and settle with your legs over his lap, he brushes your knees with his free hand. He looks at you to see if it’s okay to open, his hands making the box look much smaller than it was. You nod, encouraging him a little, a small smile on your lips.

He shakes off the top, pushing back the wrapping and looking at you, a large grin on his face, taking up the photo frame, setting the box beside him. He pulls you in tightly, still holding the framed photo. “I’ve been meaning to do this, this is amazing, thank you-”

“Frankie, I’d take another look in the box before you thank me, honey.” You joke slightly, he lets go of you, giving you a confused look, taking the box back up, taking back some more of the wrapping, he looks back up at you, his eyes wide, and you don’t even know how his smile got better. He wraps you up in his arms again, pulling you up to hold you as close as he can.

You’re every good piece of him, you’re the one thing he could ever dream to have.

“We’re having another baby!” He’s impossibly happy, excited and holding you tight, kissing you repeatedly before you can even say another word. “I’m a dad, again…” He lets you go a little to look at you, glancing down at your stomach, and back to your eyes. “Thank you…”

Those big, brown eyes and that smile, that got you here in the first place.

You’re smiling, blushing with how excited he is. He pulls you back in, once again, elated, with little tears at the corner of his eye, holding you close. The only place he wants to be.

“I- I’m only four weeks. Only found out a few days ago, just wanted to surprise you.” You stumble over your words, and he kisses the side of your face, still holding you but loose, so you could breathe, and he could look at you.

“It’s amazing. It’s more than amazing, it’s the best fucking Christmas gift.” He grins at you, hands rubbing your arms up and down as if to warm you. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Francisco.” You just about melt into his arms, his comfort the same as a blanket while it snowed outside.

He made you happier than you could’ve ever believed you deserved, let alone believed you would find. And yet, he reminded you somehow everyday of how much he didn’t deserve you.

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cieloclercs · 10 months

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expecting — fernando alonso

genre. social media au requested. yes pairings. fernando alonso x fem!reader warnings. language, fluff, age gap

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y/n_y/l/n baby alonso coming soon… 💗

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lance_stroll congratulations y/n! i can’t wait to meet the little one 🤍

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username nando jr 2043 incoming…

fernandoalo_oficial Os quiero tanto a los dos, mis milagros / I love you both so much, my miracles 🤍

y/n_y/l/n nosotros también te queremos bebé / we love you too baby 🥹

carlossainz55 felicidades y/n ❤️

y/n_y/l/n muchas gracias carlitos 🫶

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The best little surprise ❤️ Mummy and Daddy love you so much, my angel. We can’t wait to meet you x

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y/n_y/l/n te amo infinitamente / love you endlessly 🤍

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katethewriter · 1 year

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That Would Be Enough

Summary: Natasha is not happy to be sent home early from a mission. When she returns to a surprise, will all of those feelings fall away? (Basically, I saw Hamilton live and have been thinking of this ever since.)

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Words: 850

Warnings: slight angst, mostly fluff, Natasha is upsetti-spaghetti, pregnant!reader, gp!Natasha, NO SMUT, Natasha had a penis for genetic reasons, oh yeah! and more fluff

Inspired by the song That Would Be Enough from Hamilton

The door opens and the sound of keys dropping on the table echoes through the apartment.

Heavy footsteps betray Natasha's frustration. She was nearly seven months deep into an undercover mission, when she was pulled and sent home without an explanation. She tried to fight Fury on this with no luck.

She sulks into the home that she shares with her wife, Y/n.

Y/n heard her the moment she walked, and anxiety filled her when she heard the keys hits the table. She rounds the corner to meet her wife in the kitchen. She waits in the doorway, awaiting her wife's reaction.

Natasha hears footsteps behind her and takes a deep breath. Despite her agitation, she doesn't want to lash out on her innocent wife. She forces a smile and turns to greet her, but she instantly halts when she takes in the sight of her wife.

Her pregnant wife.

She stares in shock at Y/n's swollen stomach. Eventually the assassin forces her eyes to meet her wife's, "how long have you known?"

"A month or so," Y/n tries to shrug, but her wife's gaze flits down to her stomach which looks about ready to pop. There is obviously no way, Y/n found out a month ago.

Natasha looks back to her wife incredulously.

Y/n relinquishes with a heavy sigh, "six mon- seven… seven months. I found out a week after you left." She holds her breath for her wife's response.

"Y/n, you should have told me."

"I wrote to Fury a month ago," she tries to reason, "I asked him to send you home when the time was right-"

"No, you should have told me!"

The pregnant woman takes a step back. She knew her wife would be shocked by the news, maybe a bit upset, but now she sounds angry.

Her tone puts Y/n on edge, "it was a no contact mission-"

"There are ways, Y/n," Natasha paces back and forth in the kitchen, "you know there are ways-"

"I'm not sorry, Natasha."

Natasha turns away from her wife. She leans against the counter and hangs her head.

Y/n stands resolute, "I knew you would stay until the mission was completed-"

The widow shakes her head and whispers, "that mission isn't done."

"I also know that every mission comes with a risk," Y/n pulls Natasha's shoulder until they are face to face.

"A chance that you won't come home, and I couldn't risk that any longer. Not now." She cups her wife's face with her hands, trying to raise the widow's gaze to meet her own, "all it would take is one piece of bad intel, one stray bullet and you never get to meet your son."

Natasha's eyes finally meet Y/n's, "son?"

Y/n smiles and nods. She leans forward to rest her forehead on her wife's. The widow's hands come up to caress the swollen stomach ever so gently.

"It's a boy?" she asks reverently.

Y/n releases a breathy chuckle, "yes love."

All of the tension between them seems to fall away as they both bask in each other's presence.

Natasha lowers herself to her knees, so she is face to face with her wife's swollen stomach. "Hello baby boy," she smiles and presses her lips to the bump, "you don’t know me yet, but I'm your other mom."

No sooner had the words left her mouth that she feels a push against her palm. Her eyes go wide with wonder, and she looks up to Y/n with a grin.

"He knows you. I played videos and voice recordings of you every day so he would know your voice," Y/n strokes the widow's cheek.

Natasha's eyes fill with tears. She quickly stands and pulls Y/n into her arms. She captures her lips with her own. "I love you," she whispers when she pulls away.

“I love you,” Y/n fully relaxes for the first time since she found out she was pregnant.

Guilt grips the widow. She thinks of the mission, all the people who could suffer if it is left unfinished. "I have to go back," her tone is completely reluctant, "... the mission... I have to finish-"

"Natasha please," Y/n presses a hand to her lips to silence her, "look at us. Look at where you are." She grabs Natasha's hand and brings it back to her stomach, "think of where you started and all the good you've done to get here. You deserve this."

The widow stands frozen, still stuck between her duty to her family and her duty to save the world.

Y/n desperately tries to get through to her. "I understand how important this is to you. I can never ask you to give it up entirely. There will be other missions. I know it's part of the territory. As long as you come home to me, I'm not angry. I know what I signed up for..."

...she pauses for a deep breath, "but I need you for this part, Nat. This baby could come any day now, and I can't do this without you.” Tears roll down her cheeks as she begs, “please stay, that's all I ask. That would be enough, please Natty."

"Shhhhh," Natasha hushes her wife. Taking the other woman into her arms, she holds her entire world close to her heart. She can’t bring herself to let go. "Shhh, I'm here. I'm staying."

The rest of the world can wait. Her family needs her now.

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sevcasejay1chicago · 3 months

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Hi! Would you maybe do a fic where the reader tells Kelly he’s going to be a dad? Super cute and fluffy and very excited Kelly.

Baby Severide

Warning: morning sickness/ vomiting, lots of fluff

Authors note: sorry it took so long to get this posted! I just haven’t had the spark to write in a while. Hope you enjoy!!!

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Two days prior to the announcement:

You woke next to Kelly like you do every day. The sun was just shining in and the cool breeze was rustling the curtains. You had nowhere to go today, so you weren’t entirely sure why you were awake. Kelly had canceled everything for the day since you had woken up sick two days in a row and were left feeling awful for most of the day. You soon realized why you were awake.

You untangled yourself from the sheets and shoved Kelly’s arm to the side as you ran for the bathroom. You barely made it in time when your stomach gave in. You had a white knuckle grip on the tank, sobbing as the next wave came up, when Kelly ran in.

“Oh baby.” Kelly sighed sympathetically. He grabbed your wash rag and wet it before coming to pull you down to your knees. “Shhhhhh. Just let it out. You are doing so good.” Kelly soothed, laying the cloth on the back of your neck.

You blindly reached for him, sobbing and hyperventilating as you tried to stop the vomiting. “K-hurk” you tried to call out his name, but a harsh retch cut you off.

“Sh sh sh. Don’t talk. Just focus on breathing baby girl.” Kelly said, taking your hair away from your face and gently rubbing your back as you gripped his pajama pants.

The episode lasted for about 10 minutes before you were finally able to pull away. You fell into Kelly’s arms with a sob. You hate throwing up and have now thrown up three days in a row. You don’t know what’s wrong.

“I gotcha. I gotcha.” Kelly shushed, slightly rocking back and forth. “Shhhhh. It’s okay Angel. You feeling better?” He hummed, kissing your sweaty forehead. You rose your hand and tilted it side to side in response.

“Think your done for now?” Kelly asked, leaning back a little to see your face. You nodded and Kelly smiled at you. “Okay baby girl. Up you go.” Kelly said, pushing you back just enough to stand and then pull you into his arms.

Kelly stopped to let you wash your mouth out a few times and blow your nose. He checked your temp for the third day in a row and hummed at the thermometer. It just couldn’t be right.

“Welp. No fever again baby.” Kelly said, rubbing your sides as you sat on the bathroom counter. “Ready to crawl back in bed or do you want a shower?” Kelly asked, standing between your legs still.

“Bed first. Nap. Shower later.” You said, laying out your plan.

Kelly laughed and lifted you up. “Yes ma’am.” He said, kissing the side of your head before he deposited you onto the bed.

Hours later, you woke to a note from Kelly saying he was going to go help Matt do something and stop by the store. Assuming he’d be back around the time he specified, which was suppose to be 6 pm, you called Kim Burgess.

“Burgess.” Kim answered on the third ring.

“Hey Kim. It’s Y/n. Are you busy at the moment?” You asked, knowing that since it was 4 pm, she could be on the job.

“Nope. Just wrapped up a case. What’s up?” Kim asked, continuing to pack up for the day.

“I need a huge favor. Like, I need this to stay between us until I know for sure.” You said, twisting the sheets in your hands anxiously. You had an idea of what the problem was, now that this had been going on for three days in a row, but you did not feel well enough to leave home.

“I already know. I’ll be there in 20.” Kim said, hanging up.

You chuckled, knowing your best friend probably knew before you did.

Now:

As you suspected, Kim figured out you were pregnant before you or Kelly did. You knew that Kelly didn’t have a clue since he was pretty adamant about not going on shift yesterday, but you promised that you would call him if you needed him and would check in regularly. Since he left, you and Kim had been working on your little announcement.

When Kelly got home the morning after his shift, he was pleasantly surprised to find you sitting on the couch. You had on a red hoodie that he did not recognize, a pillow hugged to your stomach, as you sipped on some coffee.

“Hey sweetheart.” Kelly called, smiling as he eyed you.

You grinned. “Hey handsome. Come join me.” You said, setting your coffee to the side and moving the bag that you had next to you.

Kelly slide into his place, pulling you into his side. “Feeling any better?” He whispered, planting a kiss on your temple.

“About that.” You said, grinning. “I have some news.” You handed Kelly the bag from Walgreens and removed the pillow as he peaked inside. You held back a laugh at his confused face.

“Do we know…” he started to say, pulling out the little firefighter boots, but stopping short as he read your hoodie. “Newest member of squad three.” He read, a smile blossoming on his face as he looked to where the arrow was pointing at your stomach. “Oh my God!” Kelly yelled, grinning from ear to ear. “Are you serious?!”

You nodded, grinning like a fool as tears rolled down your face. “Your gonna be a daddy Kel.” You whispered, voice choked with tears of joy.

Kelly started chuckling and pulled you into a hug. “Baby. This is the best day of my life.” Kelly practically sang, leaning back to look at you, then leaning down to your belly. “Hey fire cracker. It’s your daddy and I am soooo happy you are going to be ours.” Kelly whispered, kissing your stomach.

You held a hand over your mouth, refusing to sob at the sight in front of you. You knew Kelly would be excited, especially given the way he reacted when he held your nephew for the first time.

“How long?” Kelly asked, kissing you quickly.

“Nat says I’m 7 weeks. I just never thought about it since I’m so irregular, but I saw her yesterday after I got a positive home test.” You explained, wiping happy tears from Kelly’s face as he did the same for you.

“When can we tell everyone?!” Kelly asked, practically jumping in his seat.

You chucked, so happy that he was happy. “Whenever your ready.”

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hersoul-exclusif · 4 months

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My maternity shoot you guys 🤍 I’m so thankful for this new journey. I can’t wait to meet you

Instagram : @alanicekarele

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princesscatherinemiddleton · 1 month

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Started from the bottom, now we're here...

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bts-0t-7 · 6 months

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Next Chapter

Pair: Taehyung x F Reader

Summary: You missed two cycles. Not that it wasn’t common for you but you felt like it was much more than just that. So, keeping it a secret from Tae, you went to a doctor to solidify your doubts. And no doubt, it was happy news to bring back home.

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, wifey reader, married couple au, a little bit of suggestive themes (but we aren’t doing that today, yeah?), pregnancy

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of infertility, trouble conceiving

Remember that you aren’t alone and if you ever need a helping hand, our fellow social services, friends, and family will always be there for us :) If anybody is going to be insensitive on this topic on my blog, you will be blocked. Happy reading! Borahae💜

A/N: Bold is for flashback.

WC: 1410

You couldn’t believe it. You just couldn’t believe it.

You have sworn something was wrong. You knew something was odd with your body and when your period skipped the next month, you went straight to the pharmacy. In a box, there were three test kits.

And when the timer beeped, you stared at these three test kits, all holding the same result.

Pregnant. 7 weeks.

In shock, wouldn’t be a safe word to use. You were filled with mixed emotions. You and Taehyung have been trying for almost a year now. You were almost certain you couldn’t conceive. Your periods have never been regular and it wasn’t an easy feat through when your menstruation cycle was around. So you had told Taehyung about your thoughts about having kids. Back then, the both of you were dating, and you knew Taehyung was big on having a family.

“Tae-”

“No, Y/N. It’s alright. We try and if we can’t, it’s okay.” Taehyung soothed you.

“But I know that you really want kids and I don’t think I will be able to give them to you.” Your doctors have told you that your body has been weak since young and due to the accumulated stress, it did not do the growth of your body well.

“Y/N,” Taehyung cupped your face, bringing it closer to his. He suddenly squished your cheeks, making your eyes widen in surprise. “All I need is you.”

Staring at the three tests on the washroom counter, you had to physically hold yourself up by gripping onto the edges of the sink. You needed to make sure - make sure that it was real before you go running to tell your husband.

So you booked an appointment with your doctors and they told you the same thing the tests did.

“Around seven weeks.” Dr Kim had given you a soft smile, handing you the pictures of the ultrasound scan.

You headed out of the hospital after payment, brain yet to comprehend the knowledge you were given in a span of twenty minutes. You needed to tell Tae. Taehyung was the only thing on your mind.

Staring back down at your ultrasound scan, you truly couldn’t believe your eyes.

You headed to the nearest crafting store, picking out a ball of yarn, boxes, and crafting paper. Heading home, you were more careful than usual, afraid any sudden movements might hurt your child. Albit dumb if you were to tell your parents about what you were doing, but you couldn’t help but feel a little overprotective of the life growing inside you.

It was a little past four in the afternoon and you decided to take a bath to get rid of the hospital smell. After drying your hair, you turned the television on and knitted while watching the latest ‘Run BTS!’.

You stopped knitting after a while, placing your hand on your currently unnoticeable bump, saying, “That’s your dad and uncles. When you come into this world, you sure are going to be spoiled rotten.” You chuckled. You were the first among the girls to have gotten pregnant as of the information yesterday.

You had told Hwani, Jin’s wife, three days ago. News spread fast within the group but you were more surprised that the boys had yet to catch on, seemingly that all their girlfriends and wives were gossiping over baby materials.

Once you finished the little gift, you placed it in the box onto some crafting paper and the ultrasound. Wrapping the box with a ribbon, you proceeded to the kitchen to make dinner. Small, sharp barks could be heard as you walked to the kitchen.

You bent down to collect Yeotan’s bowls. He was extremely chirpy today, following you everywhere and constantly going in between your legs. If you hadn’t known better, you would have said he was being protective. Placing his food bowls back into the tray, you gave Yeotan a scratch between his ears.

Just as you finished setting the table, the door code chimed and Yeotan’s uncontrollable barking started again. You wiped your hands dry on your shirt as you walked out, greeting Taehyung with a kiss at the threshold of the main door.

“Well, it’s not like I don’t like it. Rather the opposite, honestly. But I’m tired Jagiya. I don’t think I can do it today.”

You rolled your eyes. “Can’t I just kiss my husband when he gets home?”

Taehyung looked at you suspiciously. “Of course you can but you normally have an ulterior motive.”

Let’s talk about selective hearing. It refers to hearing what you choose to hear and blank out everything else. You ignored the second half of the sentence, pulling your whiny husband to the living room and plopping him down onto the sofa.

“Babe…” He called you warningly.

You headed over to the coffee table, carefully picking up the elegantly wrapped gift and placing it in his hands. Taehyung’s brows shot up, disappearing between his hair.

“What’s this?” He took out his phone, confusion showing on his face. Oh, he’s always been an expressive one. “I don’t think I forgot anything? I swear today - is it our anni - wait no, that’s in three weeks.” Taehyung looked up with a face you knew too well.

The TaTa Mic face.

“Babe, I swear if I forgot anything, I’ll make it up to you.”

You sighed, caving into the look. If ARMY can’t even grasp a standing ground to the Tata Mic face, you surely stand an even lesser chance against it.

“You didn’t forget anything, love.” You pointed back to the box. “Just.. Just open it.”

Taking a deep breath, you watch as Taehyung undoes the ribbon and opens the box. Watched as his brows furrowed even more, lip jutting out in a pout at the sight of the mittens you have knitted this afternoon. Watched as the gears in his brain turned the moment his eyes spotted the ultrasound picture beneath it. And as if in slow motion, you saw Taehyung’s eyes enlarge the moment the pieces clicked together.

His head shot up so fast you were afraid he got a whiplash.

“Serious? Serious!” Taehyung dropped to his knees. Thank god there was a carpet on the floor. His hands were shaking as you grasped them in yours, placing them on your stomach. “Jagiya, Jagiya, you aren’t kidding with me, right?”

His eyes shone with so much light that it was blinding to see.

You shook your head.

“We’re going to be parents, Tae.” Your voice wavered, tears coming forth, spilling over onto your cheeks.

Taehyung looked down at your hands cupping your stomach and stared at it. He lifted your shirt in one motion, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. He brought his lips to your stomach, kissing it gently.

“Hi, babyyyy…” Taehyung cooed. “You’re going to be the prettiest baby ever.”

You chuckled.

Taehyung got up from his knees, cupping your face and kissing your lips. “And you are going to be the best mom ever.”

“How do you know that?” You asked between his never-ending kisses.

Leaning your foreheads together, Taehyung answered in his most famous way, “‘Cause it’s you.”

You smiled.

At that moment, you were surrounded by love. You have never felt so high on such a joyous emotion before. As you looked down at Taehyung talking to your stomach, you felt so, so, so, grateful for the future you created together. Through thick and thin, the both of you have found a way to strengthen your connection, working together.

The warmth of his love and joy radiates the whole house. And as your eyes locked, it was as if nothing else mattered at that moment - only you, Tae, and your unborn baby. Time seemed to still as the both of you looked at each other, so much affection and excitement in one’s eyes.

And you knew - you just knew - that you were going to be okay. That as long as you had Tae by your side, you were going to be okay.

As the both of you got up from the sofa, Tae suddenly pulled you into his arms, stopping you from walking any further from him. “You know what I said just now at the door? I take it back. I can definitely do it today.”

Your cheeks turned deep red as you smacked his arms.

“Kim Taehyung!”

His bellowing laughter followed you all the way to the kitchen.

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alberta-sunrise · 6 months

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Hey Lil Bean 🥹♥️

#1st baby #pregnancy #pregnancy announcement #i’m pregnant #so happy #baby bean

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michaelcliffordgallery · 10 months

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stoppp, these photos are easy too cute

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duggardata · 1 year

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Not The Pregnancy Announcement You Were Expecting!

Hey, guys! You might have noticed I've been very quiet lately. Well, there's a reason for that... I, Duggar Data, am pregnant! I'm due in Late July. (My typical rule would call for me to set an Approximate Due Date [ADD] of July 27th, based on "Late July.") This will be my first baby.

It I were Predictor Person–typical, I'd deliver 1 Day Early on July 26, 2023. Obviously, I'm not in a Predictor Family. But, if I was... With this being Baby #1, here's the Wedding Date that would correspond with a July 26, 2023 DOB for the following Predictor Families—

Bates September 9, 2022

Duggar July 29, 2022

Keller July 8, 2022

Morton August 5, 2022

Rodrigues August 12, 2022

Wissmann March 25, 2022

My 1st Trimester was pretty rough! I'm reaching the end of that now, and I'm starting to feel a bit better! Baby Data is doing well.

I'm not sure when or if I'll return to regular posting, but I wanted to at least let y'all know where I've been for the last few months!

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fundieinfoplace · 25 days

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Breaking News: Its About Time!

Nathan and Esther Bates are expecting their 2nd child due Oct of 2024. They are parents to little miss Kenna Joy

#pregnancy announcement #bates family #keyes family

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copiousloverofcopia · 6 months

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So there's the videos of family responding poorly to pregnancy announcements, right? The disappointed grandparent or even more upset older children? Would that ever happen with Terzo and Alé? Their older kids having a melt down or even Secondo being horrified? Or would it all just be joyous news? lol

I have been promising to do SOMETHING for you lol and then stuff keeps happening!!

lol anyways here is a little something you asked for love, and I hope you enjoy this small snippet, a mini fic reaction of them finding out about Terzo and Alessandra's 3rd baby!

The Greatest Honor

Terzo and Alessandra have some news to share with the rest of the Emeritus family, though not everyone is excited.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Read below the cut!

Secondo let out an exasperated sigh as he hung up the phone. Rolling his head from side to side, listening to the cracking of his bones. Cursing his age felt in them as he headed into the main hall, his course set for Terzo’s office. The old man, muttering to himself how this little “meeting”, called in the middle of his morning prayers, had better be for something good.

“I'm here. Now what is this all about. Some of us have things to do.” Secondo blurted out as he swung the door open. The man had barely crossed an inch over the threshold and was already trying to hurry things along.

“Come sit down you old fool so we can all talk.” Terzo chided, rolling his eyes. Secondo approached, taking a seat beside Primo and Copia at Terzo’s desk.

"You're looking rather cheery this morning." Primo teased as Secondo settled into his designated chair. Clearing his throat and crossing one leg over the other. His irritation, worn plainly in his demeanor.

"So?" Copia asked, decidedly more excited than the others of what was to come. Terzo held up a finger as he pulled open his office drawer, revealing a small envelope.

"Here." He said handing it over for Copia to open. The current Papa worked carefully to open it.

"Is this?" Copia said, his eyes widening as he removed the contents inside—an ultrasound photo.

"Alessandra and I are expecting another child." Terzo beamed. Prideful and content and so very excited to be adding to his brood. Copia smiled ear to ear, delighting in the news along with Primo. Secondo, however, raised his brow in judgment.

“Terzo when the old man told you to sire an heir, he didn't mean an entire convocation.” Secondo snarked, eliciting a quick wack to his bald head from Primo’s hand. "Stronzo." Secondo said, sneering over to him.

“Papa, how can you say such a thing? Terzo This is wonderful news…more little ones to fawn over.” Copia smiled, just as excited as Terzo at the news. Primo too was joyful at the news. Already imagining teaching the little one the ins and outs of the garden. Assigning them their own plot to tend to once they came of age. That being said he wasn't above giving Terzo his own bit of good-natured teasing.

“You do know how this keeps happening, don’t you fratellino?” Primo asked, sending Terzo a wink. Just as he was about to answer, Alé arrived, bringing Mena and Dante in tow.

“Well hello.” she said as Mena and Dante ran from out her side. Mena, heading directly to her father and little Dante, climbing up on Copia’s lap.

“Oh mio Dante, stai crescendo così in fretta.” Copia said, hugging him tightly. “I am so excited for you Ragazzino!” Dante, looking over to his father in confusion as Alessandra reached Terzo and Mena behind the desk.

“I see you’ve told them.” she smiled, giving Terzo a kiss. The two of them, still so sickeningly in love as Terzo’s fingertips brushed against the still inconspicuous bump of his Prime Mover’s belly.

“Sí, though not everyone shares our excitement.” Terzo chuckled, motioning towards Secondo.

“Excitement about what Papa?” asked Mena as she tugged against the bottom of his jacket. Terzo squatted down beside her, wanting to meet her on her level.

“Mena, dolcezza—Your mother and I…we are going to have another baby. You are going to be a big sister again.” he explained, waiting for his daughter's confusion to turn into elation. Instead Terzo was surprised, along with the others, when her face contorted. Tears, spilling down her cheeks as she brought her hands to her eyes.

"But I don't wanna have another baby!" She cried. Her face, turning red as Dante played completely unbothered in Copia's lap.

"Glad I'm not the only one." Secondo said snarkily. Alessandra, snapping a murderous look in his direction. Terzo felt for her. Though he was not the oldest child, he knew what it was like to have many siblings. The endless fighting and vying for attention. It could be a lot for anyone to deal with.

"Oh…mia principessa. It will be alright." Terzo assured her, picking his little girl up and holding her close in his arms. She was so sweet and beautiful, but also so willful—just like her mother. His heart pained seeing her this way.

"Might I?" Primo began, rising up from his chair and taking the empty spot alongside his brother and niece. Terzo shifted so that Mena might see him better. Wiping her eyes of the tears she couldn't help but shed.

"Zio…" she sniffled, holding her arms out for Primo to take her. Primo smiled, giving her a kiss on her round little cheek. His niece, wrapping her arms around him tightly as her tears slowly began to subside.

"Listen piccola. I too am the oldest sibling." He began as Mena raised her head up from the comfort of his shoulder to look at him.

"You are?"

"I am…and you know what?" Primo continued. His voice, so soothing and calm.

"What?" Mena asked, sniffing back once more.

"It is the greatest honor that I have ever had." Primo told her. Mena seemed to understand, while it wasn't easy it was something she would do with pride, love, and understanding. Wanting to be just like her Zio Primo.

"Thank you Zio. I will do my best." Mena smiled, squeezing Primo with her little arms.

"That's my dolcezza. Now if you ever need some advice or even a break from your siblings you come tell Zio Primo, sí?"

"Sí…" Mena replied, as Primo set her down. Mena, quickly going to hug first her mother and then father before staring up at them. "I'm sorry Daddy. I will be a good big sister I promise." She said looking back at Primo who gave her a wink.

"I know you will." Terzo praised, giving her a small kiss atop her head before he set her back down. Mena and Dante, quickly taking off from the office full speed as Copia delightfully tagged along behind them.

"Maybe I should tell you that you'll be a good zio…might help improve your mood." Primo chuckled as he placed his hand on Secondo's shoulder. The room, roaring with laughter from Terzo, Alé, Primo, and surprisingly—even Secondo.

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Oh mio Dante, stai crescendo così in fretta.- Oh my Dante, you are growing so fast.

Ragazzino- Little buddy

Dolcezza- honey, sweetheart

mia principessa- my princess

Piccola- little one

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