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scullys-girl · 2 years

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salvation

s/s | mature | 1320 words | ao3

She was a deity descended from Dion’s breast; a great beauty her father feared would wage war amongst the gods. You could not spell her name without Aphrodite; a woman crafted by the milky glow of Venus. She was a sculptor’s most cherished construct, made of dove feathers and pomegranate seeds.

A celestial muse born earth side.

She makes my naked flesh arise with gooseflesh, her lips grazing mine so delicately and intimately. She smells of gardenia and the musky sweat of woman, the aromas marrying together to introduce my aroused nerve endings to electrified shockwaves.

Her lips part like the Red Sea, bringing safe passage to my tongue. Her’s tastes like cocoa and plum, rich with Merlot, and if I hadn’t been plagued with desire so hauntingly perpetual, I would have noticed how breathy my voice sang to her; how quickly I was melting into her touch as her teeth graze my tongue, and her palms warm my face.

“I love you,” she vows as she leaves my lips to speak it for the very first time. “I love you so much, Stella.”

Opening my eyes to find hers so deeply azure, I find myself incapable of speech, her words swelling within the four chambers of my heart. It’s spell-bounding – the way she makes me feel found. Two Luna’s without a pack; the black widow and the viper. She makes me believe we can exist together, and I know she is right in every sense as she lies back and takes me with her.

Her fiery breath of red hair flames across the soft cotton beneath her skull. She is holding her breath, letting me take the lead as I unite the rosy tips of our breasts, and press myself into her; into the downy floral of her bedspread. She wraps her legs around my waist like the noose I’ve been praying for – an instrument of my undoing – and I hold up my weight with a quivering left forearm and the tight indentation of knees into the mattress; though I never separate the connection of our breasts.

She is warm and soft; damp with sweat and a need I can see within her gaze, as I haven’t yet touched the slick velvet between her thighs. Closing her eyelids, she speaks to me in a way only I know how to translate – her breathy inhales the braille I use to read her. But when I hold out on her, wanting her to beg for me, it’s as if she reads me even better, and gives me what I haven’t yet asked her for.

“Please, Stella.”

I close my eyes, too, as she gifts me this phrase, and then one other. Oh, how her words consume me.

“I need you,” Dana utters gently, but so fervently.

I need you.

But, I think, as I reopen my eyes to watch her. I need you even more.

I love you, too.

The first touch always feels like coming home.

And in her, I have finally found that.

She is hot and wet at her center – the ripest peach in Southern Carolina heat – and mewls a soft ballad across my lips. She kisses me tenderly, showing me how deeply she cares for me; for what we’re creating between us. Together, we make love in the shadows between street lights and bulbs of fluorescents, my fingers gliding up to massage the swell of her watermelon pink clitoris.

“Stella,” she whispers, arching into my touch while she threads my hair through her fingers, holding me close. Lips to lips and heaving breasts, I begin to move with her.

I drown myself in her, giving my fingertips no breath of air. She’s silky and slick, tight and plush. A garden of curved flesh and winding rivers. She is magic all around me.

Pulsing my hips slowly, I rest the back of my wrist against my mons, making love to her as if we are Adam and Eve; though I know she wants it like this. With me. A woman. I will be the Eve to her Aphrodite any day; will feast upon the apple of Eden with every chance given: the fruit between her thighs that is my salvation.

With her, it is never damnation or exile, and she has proven it to me every day of our relationship from the very beginning to this very moment. She is my goddess in a sea of despair, and if I don’t get to taste the pink lady of her offering, I shall no longer be allowed to call myself her Eve; though it is Lilith that is my kindred.

Tearing apart our lips, I shush her with my own as I kiss down the column of her throat. Taking my time to love her in this way, I lick around each pearl of her breast and suckle them gently, making her moan and writhe beneath me. Delicate love bites are left ‘round her navel as I descend further; my fingers’ gentle curve presses against the spot I know she loves, and I'm impatient to inhale her addicting scent; to taste her on my sophisticated pallet.

I smooth my tongue around the jut of her hip bone, telling her, “so good for me,” as she moans and pulls her thighs closer to her chest. Oh, how I know how much she loves that.

I smirk as she shivers, and a wave of fresh arousal seeps from her, my nose buried now in her wispy red curls. So close to where I want to be, I breathe in through my nose, my eyes fluttering closed as I finally savor her.

She tastes earthy, bitter, and sweet – so Dana Scully in essence, I can no longer remember the taste of another, though I never want to again. She is tart, and she is beautiful; she is a delightful cacophony of yes’s and don’t stop’s.

She is utterly breathtaking as she cries my name and ascends to the heavens.

I feel her come against my lips, the rippling tides of her sex milking my fingers; the fall, the fall, the fall of mankind. She utters my name with reverence, spilling her God’s name as if she’s confessing her sins to me. And I take her slowly back down to earth when I feel she’s ready, slipping out of her with the tenderness she always claims me with. She kisses me and kisses me, pulling me back down to her body and rolling us so that we are face to face.

“Stella,” she says next, trying with little triumph to catch her shaken breath. She places a reverential palm atop my beating heart, then appoints a chaste kiss to my rib cage – once bruised and broken, but now healed over. “I…”

But her words are lost to the budding tears in her eyes. They spill over and onto the crisp pillows; over the bridge of her perfectly pointed nose.

“I know,” I say to her, holding her close as she brings me to climactic oblivion, her fingers showing me what she is too emotional to voice in the moment. It sends sparks through every muscle that inhabits me, and I know without a doubt she is the only one for me.

When the pleasure eventually ebbs away like the ocean’s waves, I kiss her fingers, tasting myself on the tips of them. “I love you too, Dana,” I profess – such rarity on my tongue, but for her, I want to change that. I want to change everything; to be whatever she needs me to be.

She smiles into our last shared kiss of the night, and I refuse to let her go until morning, for she is the moon to my stars; my guiding light in the shadows that now mask my face in semi-darkness. She is my home, my salvation.

My beautiful, enigmatic… mine…

My love.

My Dana Katherine Scully.

#the x files #stella gibson #dana scully #gillian anderson #my fic #stella and scully

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thestellaofdana · 2 years

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Welcome Letter 🌈

Hi ! Everything has just started for me here. I have always been more active on ig and tw. I hope this will be a beautiful journey. I'm sure it will be if you guys are here. Some of you I already know from tw. I have no words to tell you the beautiful feelings, moments and laughs that you have made me feel, besties. On the other hand, if you just followed me I would like to tell you a little bit about who I am and what I do.

I'm Elena (22) just a lesbian who spends her time drawing and dreaming about my wife Gillian Anderson. I make NSFW digital art of the Stella (gibson) x Dana (scully) universe, and also of Gillian. The love of these two women is my everything. Although, I also write fanfics of these two but I have never dared to publish them. I hope in the future I will be able to do it. Well, more or less, that's all guys 💗

Welcome to my little gay world !

( You can also follow me on my ig @ /the.stella.of.dana )

#gillian anderson #dana scully #stellagibson #stellaandscully #stella gibson #stella and scully #txf

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crescentmoon223 · 1 year

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So, I haven’t been around much over the last 2 years - partly because I was more focused on books than fanfic recently - but with Twitter potentially imploding and posting my first new fic since 2020 earlier this month, I’m giving Tumblr another go!

Maybe you remember me, maybe you don’t, but I’m Rachel, author and fangirl! I joined Tumblr as part of the X Files / Gillian Anderson fandom, but I’m also here for all things sapphic and all kinds of other random fandoms and pretty things that catch my eye 💜

My most popular fanfic is the Two Worlds Collide series, which is my Dana Scully/Stella Gibson X Files/The Fall crossover fic. I’m a huge Stella/Scully shipper! Give me a s/s fic, and I will read and obsess over it and fall in love with them just a little bit more! I’ve also written various short Mulder/Scully fics and one crossover with Sex Education where Scully delivers Jean’s baby on a train. Find all my fic here.

When I’m not fangirling, I’m writing books. You can find my published work here. And I’ve just moved to Vermont! It’s beautiful here, but the downside is being super far from everything. We’ve already got snow - eep!

Anyway...see you around! *waves*

#crescentmoon223 #Rachel Lacey #my fanfic #The X Files #The Fall #Stella Gibson #Dana Scully #stella and scully

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useles-bian · 1 year

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Fic Master List

Stella/Scully

Decisions Mature // 134,702w - Stella needs a break, following her difficult return to London after Belfast, and decides to take up a temporary role with the FBI where she meets Agent Dana Scully. Neither of them know quite where their chance meeting will end up taking them.

Novel Explorations Ongoing // Explicit // currently at 83,083w - A few years into their relationship, Dana learns of a new side to Stella, one that neither of them really knew about before. (a.k.a Sub Stella!)

Daddy’s Home Ongoing // Explicit // currently at 20,859w - This fic asks the important questions... Like what if Stella and Dana had a 24/7 D/s dynamic?

What Happened? On Hiatus // Mature // currently at 18,834w - “Hello, Ms…” he trailed off as he plucked her file from a clipboard hanging off the end of the bed, “Gibson. I’m going to be looking after you this evening. I’ve had a quick handover from the day shift, but I was hoping you could tell me what you remember happening yesterday?”

Uncertain Growth Teen and Up // 15,141w - Following Scully’s return in One Breath, a certain blonde is called to her hospital room. Stella has far more questions than she does answers, not least about her own emotional state, but she pushes them all aside in a bid to take care of Scully. (written for the ‘22 Stella/Scully Exchange)

Let’s Play A Game Explicit // 7,716w (two-part series) - Stella and Dana get back to Stella’s house after a dinner date with certain things on their minds. Followed by them taking their newfound experimentation a step further.

Intoxicated Adventures Explicit // 7,568w (two-part series) - Stella and Dana decide to go to a nightclub for the first time in years, but they’re far too preoccupied with one another to take in much of their surroundings beyond a few drinks. Then, what happens when they get home - tipsy, aroused, and ready to pick up where they left off?

An Admission of Trust Explicit // 5,594w - “You’re beautiful.” Though a blindfold stopped her from evaluating for herself, Dana felt she could trust the honesty of the woman above her.

Songbirds and Fairytales General Audiences // 4,478w - Goldfinches watch on from their nest in the tree as Stella sets up a summer picnic for her tired partner who’s recuperating after a series of night shifts.

The Power of a Plea Explicit // 3,095w - Handcuffs, pleading, unnecessary similes and metaphors, and a little bit of religion.

A Matter of Confidence Explicit // 1,941w - Stella learns something new about Dana, her girlfriend of a few months, and immediately sets about rectifying it.

Darling Boy Teen and Up // 1,924w - The dramatic tales of their pet cat.

Primal Urges Explicit // 1,712w - Stella comes home to find Dana's just got back from a run, and feels a sudden and most unexpected desire.

Lunch Date Explicit // 1,710w - Dana brings Stella lunch and is promptly distracted by the blonde, needing to feel in control during a frustrating day at work.

To Take It Off or Keep It On? Explicit // 1,610w - A finely tailored suit, a swiftly torn dress. Self-control is clearly something neither woman does possess.

The X-Files

What She Wants Explicit // 15,671w - He’s spent more hours than he can count hopelessly watching her, a confident stranger that he feels like he’s never had the chance to meet before, a facet to her character that remained under wraps until now. But how will he respond when such attention is turned on him instead?

The Whole Leg Teen and Up // 9,320w - Distracted by a case and feeling the need to prove his theory correct, Mulder doesn’t give much thought to his sore throat and rising body temperature. But when worsening symptoms force him to confront his reality, Scully has to step in and help. (written for the ‘22 Hurt/Comfort Exchange)

No Work Talk Teen and Up // 7,072w - A power cut leads Mulder to spending the night at Scully’s apartment for the first time. (written for the ‘22 Too Close For Comfort Exchange)

From This Day Forward Explicit // 6,704w - Post The Truth, Scully gives Mulder an idea that refuses to leave his mind. He just has to hope that she likes it as much as he does.

A Simple Want Teen and Up // 2,821w - When tensions run high and Mulder grows increasingly possessive following her diagnosis, Scully eventually snaps. (written for the ‘22 Jealousy Exchange)

Misc

Small Gestures - Jeankob (Sex Education) Teen and Up // 2,937w - A tired Jean returns home from the supermarket to find Jakob preparing for the baby in an unexpected way.

#fanfic #the fall #the x-files #txf #stella and scully #stellaandscully #msr #jeankob #stella gibson #dana scully #fox mulder #jean milburn

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scullyverse · 2 years

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Ellie

This was written purely because I needed some fluffy respite from some other things I’ve been writing. I hope you all enjoy!

And for all my msr fans, I’m sorry that it’s another Stella/Scully fic….I just also needed a break from the very heterosexual smut fics I’ve been writing 😂 and these two are my weakness.

This is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are on me.

Also available to read on AO3

Completely AU. Stella and Dana enjoy a peaceful picnic in the park.

Stella/Scully || Fluff || 1.3k words || Rating G

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“Why don’t we do this more often?”

Stella’s question stirs Dana from her quiet reverence of the rare, pleasant weather — considering they are smack bang in the middle of autumn in London.

Dana hums and allows her eyes to flutter shut, head snuggling further into Stella’s lap, the detective’s delicate fingers brushing through her hair.

At times like this she’s glad she grew her hair out.

“I think you should ask your miserable London weather about that,” Dana replies with a cheeky smile creeping onto her lips.

“It’s your miserable London weather too, darling,” Stella looks down at her wife laid out on their picnic blanket, a quirk to her brow.

Dana opens an eye and squints, managing to catch the amusement on Stella’s face through the sharp rays of sunshine radiating behind her head; marveling at the angelic halo it creates — highlighting soft blonde curls and revealing the few stray hairs rippling in the slight autumn breeze.

They haven’t had the time or energy to make many plans just for themselves lately. So when the sun broke through their bedroom curtains and the uncharacteristic warmth overtook them, a picnic in the park sounded like perfection.

After a few hastily purchased snacks from the local supermarket and the blanket from their car, they now made themselves comfortable on a grassy hill; the small shade of a growing elm tree providing just the right touch of reprieve from the sun.

“I’ve missed this,” Dana sighs contently, looking up to watch Stella sip on her bottle of orange juice, fingers still playing in her hair.

“I have too,” Stella allows her fingers to move down to Dana’s cheek, her thumb brushing over it softly.

“But, we’ve had other things to focus on.”

Dana smiles.

A true, pure , smile that radiates from her lips into a glistening twinkle to her eyes.

There’s a warmth blossoming in her chest at the proud look on Stella’s face as she looks down at her; like she’s the most treasured thing to ever exist.

And up until now, she was sure that she alone held that place in Stella’s heart.

Now, she has to share that pedestal.

A soft cry — delicate and squeaky — makes Dana turn her head towards the bundle of pink fluffy blankets starting to stir. Her heart melts and her nipples tingle at the sound of their daughter — only a few months old — seeking the comfort of her mothers. That and rooting around to fulfil her hungry stomach.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re okay,” Dana coos, getting up onto her knees — with more effort than she would express — to gather their baby into her arms.

The little cotton bunny ears of her beanie hit Dana’s chest as their daughter instinctively searches her chest with an arched mouth, seeking, as tiny fingers clench and unclench against Dana’s skin.

“I was hoping she might have slept a little longer,” Dana settles down at Stella’s side — her wife nuzzling up to her so she can run a fingertip lovingly up and down the arch of her daughter's nose. “I didn’t bring her feeding blanket.”

Dana’s cheeks blush with a looming anxiety as she looks around the crowded park; filled with young families, couples, and office workers using their lunch break to relax in the sun. Her anxiety only grows when their daughter cries in frustration; her cheeks growing red as her nose scrunches up under Stella’s finger.

“I have my cardigan if that will help?”

Stella reaches for her loosely knitted jacket, giving it to Dana who nods — a visible relaxation to her shoulders.

Stella watches both of them — captivated in an awe that hasn’t quite left her since their daughter was born — and can’t help but place a kiss to Dana’s lips.

Dana startles in pleasant surprise before smiling into the kiss. It’s quick, but no less thoughtful.

The baby cries again — growing louder with her frustration — her thick eyelashes wetting with unshed tears.

“Shh, my love,” Stella brushes the baby’s nose again.

Dana juggles the squirming weight in her arms as she adjusts her shirt to reveal her breast, their daughter quick to latch on and gurgle between sobbing hiccups against her skin.

Stella places her cardigan over Dana’s shoulder to shield her wife’s modesty and allow their daughter to enjoy her lunch in peace.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this feeling,” Dana squirms, one of her eyes scrunching at a particularly rough tug at her nipple.

"Feels different to when I suck your tits, then?” Stella jokes, taking another drink and smirking around the rim.

“Very ,” Dana rolls her eyes, nudging Stella gently with her shoulder, her free hand resting lovingly on Stella’s thigh. “And please, never compare the two again.”

Stella chuckles, her fingers intertwining with Dana’s on her thigh.

“I suppose I can restrain myself in the future,” Stella promises with a kiss to Dana’s chubby cheek — her baby weight still lingering stubbornly, much to Stella’s adoration.

“Good,” Dana leans into her kiss before stealing a playful look — one loaded with promised desires. “Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you.”

Stella grins — outright grins — at the idea with an appreciative rumble in her throat.

Dana still needs time to heal; her labor became more complicated than first expected, but that — so far — hasn’t stopped them from doing other things.

Those other things often left Stella breathless and utterly satisfied…But it did leave Stella with a guilty niggle whenever she saw the flush of obvious arousal to Dana’s cheek — knowing that, for now, things couldn’t be reciprocated.

“Hold onto that thought until you’re ready,” Stella kisses her again, this time with a promise to the corner of her mouth. “And when I can ravish you in return.”

Dana sighs with a smile and adjusts the baby in her arms, switching her to her other breast with a growing skill as Stella helps to fix her shirt. As their daughter resumes her feeding — this time with a little less enthusiasm now she’s getting full — Dana sags into Stella’s embrace, resting her head on Stella’s shoulder.

They sit like that; basking in the warmth of the sun, until Dana notices the consistent suckle to her nipple has ceased.

“Can you take her while I fix myself?”

Stella nods, of course, and carefully takes the heavy weight of their daughter into her arms. She’s out like a light, eyes closed with her lips parted ever so slightly.

Stella takes in every minute feature; the rosy blush to her cheeks, the slightest brush of freckles on her button nose — which is curved just like her mothers — and the butter soft strawberry blonde hair peeking out from underneath her bunny beanie.

Her fingertip traces the curve of her nose again before kissing her forehead with a deep inhale.

The baby sighs deeply in her sleep at the familiar touch.

“God, she loves you,” Dana admits, her eyes as soft and loving as her forehead. “She never settles that quickly for me. You’ve got the magic touch.”

“Perhaps,” Stella ponders as she pulls the baby closer for a sneaky cuddle before putting her back into her travel carrier, being gentle as to not wake her. “But she’ll always be a mommy’s girl.”

“We’ll see,” Dana settles against Stella again — not quite ready to leave the peaceful spot they’ve claimed for the moment. Dana plays with the diamond around Stella’s ring finger. “I think our little Ellie is going to be the biggest mama’s girl in the world. I have my suspicion she’s gonna be your little shadow.”

Stella looks down at Dana, the redhead marveling about how completely, how utterly, content she looks at that very moment — how happy she is, for the first time in so long.

“I couldn’t think of anything I’d love more.”

#stella x scully #stella/scully #stella and scully #stella gibson #dana scully #txf #the x files #the fall #stellaxdanafic

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texaschainsawmascara · 10 months

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Gillian Anderson, Melody Maker ‘97

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spookiscully · 7 months

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Gillian Anderson for Net-A-Porter (2023)

Photography Philip Messman | Styling Charlotte Blazeby

#gillian anderson #net a porter #photoshoot #photo shoot #photo set #dana scully #the x files #txf #sex education #fashion #editorial #the fall #the crown #stella gibson #jean milburn

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welphereweare22 · 27 days

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doggystyle, sideways, frontwards, backwards, upside down, 360 degrees, no condom, skin on skin, on the living room, on the bedroom, on the fridge, on the closet, on the ceiling, on the wall, the bathroom, on the couch, on the car, AND on the street

#gillian anderson #stella gibson #wlw #dana scully #lgbtqia+#mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy?#daddy sorry daddy sorry daddy sorry #she ate #netflix #left no crumbs

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poopyhead42 · 1 year

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#gillian anderson #stella gibson #the xfiles #dana scully #sex ed netflix #jean milburn #the fall bbc

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stephy-gold · 3 months

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GILLIAN ANDERSON THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also the BELIEVE 🤩🤩🤩 “very clever…” aksjakajskajsjsjajsjsakajjsjasakk I’m dead

#gillian anderson #bafta awards #mother #middle aged actresses #dana scully #bedelia du maurier #jean milburn #stella gibson #the x files #sex education #hannibal

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lesbianreinaa · 9 months

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🌟the story of stars🌟

part FIVE of the series “sky full of stars” written by @palepinkpores and myself.

when emily faces a loss we see how the family supports her, and we also get a glimpse back in time to see how this family came to be🤍

trigger warnings for this include miscarriage, pregnancy loss, grief, and details to all of these.

we will be posting the trigger warnings on the specific chapters that these apply to so please make sure to take care of yourself!

read this work here on ao3 and if you’d like to start from the beginning of this series you can find it here

#dana scully #stella and scully #stellaandscully #stellagibson #stella gibson #the fall #gillian anderson #jean milburn #scully and william #emily sim lives #emily sim

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scullys-girl · 1 year

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joy to the world

for @lesbianreinaa | general audiences | ao3

It had been a loud, resonance of thunder that had woken her – sweat rolling down the nape of her neck. Her breathing was ragged and harsh, and the way she was positioned on her right side had caused her leg to tingle with sleep. The room was cool, just how she liked it, and a milky glow hushed through the curtains, giving the room some low light.

Sleeping soundly next to her, Stella hadn’t yet moved from slumber, but that was a common occurrence ever since they’d started sharing the same bed. The wrinkles that adorned her forehead were now smooth and dormant in sleep, making her look a few years younger. However, it was those same crinkles in her skin that Dana had fallen in love with all those years ago.

Not wanting to wake her wife, she didn’t stir, gently rolling out of bed to the best of her ability to tiptoe downstairs for a drink of water. There, as more milky moonlight spilled into the kitchen, she heard fussy cries from two different beings, coming from the living room.

Padding barefoot under the arched doorway, Dana pulled the hair tie from around her wrist and secured her long, flowing hair back into a ponytail. She wore silky blue pajamas, the middle stretched out to hold and swaddle the life growing inside of her, and the ring on her third finger glinted as she stepped into the cozy living area.

This room was warm with amber, housing a small lamp in the corner, which was baptizing two beings in its gentle luminosity. They were sitting together in a cozy, gray armchair, sniffles and soft cries emanating from their lungs.

Furrowing her brow, Dana toddled over to them. Placing a palm over her large bump, she knelt on the rug beneath the older woman’s feet and placed a warm hand on her shoulder.

“Jean, is everything okay?” she questioned gently, seeing tear tracks against her sister-in-law’s prominent freckles and rosy cheeks.

“I can’t-” Jean started, pausing to wipe her equally rosy nose on her tattered sleeve. “I can’t get her t-to latch. I’ve been trying all night, and I can’t seem to get her to do it p-properly.”

“Hey, shh.” Rubbing Jean’s arm reassuringly, Dana stopped only to feather her thumb over the wisps of her niece’s hair. “We can solve this, it’s okay.”

“What if I’m a bad mum to her already? Dana, I-I can’t even feed my child!” Jean wailed, which only made Joy fuss even harder.

Heaving herself back onto her feat, Dana kissed the top of Jean’s oily hair and rubbed between her shoulder blades. “Let me help?”

Nodding without words, Jean glanced up at her sister-in-law, but her face dawned with confusion as Dana held out her arms for the baby instead of helping with the latching situation first.

“Go grab yourself a drink of water and do whatever else you need, Jean, okay? I’ll sit with her for a bit.”

Instead of arguing back, the older woman just nodded her head, utterly defeated for the night and too tired to dispute the help. She carefully handed over an equally tired Joy, and then slipped off into the kitchen without even caring to button her pajama top back up.

In her aunt’s arms, Joy wailed and wailed, but Dana held her close to her chest, even when the newborn rooted around for her mother’s breast. “They’re not quite ready yet, little one,” Dana smiled with a quiet chuckle. “And when they are full of milk, your baby cousin will be camped out here and hogging up all of aunty’s supply. Sorry, kiddo. But let’s give your mama a few minutes’ break to collect herself, okay? She’ll be back soon.”

She rocked back and forth with the baby in her arms, her daughter sound asleep in her womb. Walking them over to the window, she opened the curtain just a sliver, hoping the cascade of pelting raindrops would help calm the hungry and tired babe. But when that didn’t work, she sang Joy a special song she’d only ever sang to her long lost son.

“Joy to the world… Joy to you and me… Joy to the world…”

She thought of her daughter who would soon be born as she sang the words aloud in a whispering tone. It would only be a few weeks until she would become a mother again, and no matter how much that scared her, being here now with Joy made her realize how she was made to nurture and love.

To be a mother.

Smiling, Dana held back a few tears of her own, even as Joy began to settle a little, and even as they were tears of joy themselves. She rocked the hungry and tired newborn, so freshly new to this world, hugging her niece over the swell of her belly.

A few minutes passed, and soon Jean returned with a nearly empty mug of tea, her tears now gone. She gently took her daughter from Dana’s arms and cradled her softly, before relaxing back in the armchair.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Placing a hand on her sister-in-law’s forearm, she squeezed, letting her thanks be known. “It’s amazing what a few moments alone can do for one’s well-being.”

“The first night is always the hardest,” Dana said, thinking back to her first night home with William, all alone and completely terrified.

Joy began to fuss again, rooting around for her mother’s breast instantly. “Would you,” Jean swallowed. “Would you help me?”

“Of course.”

“I can’t imagine doing this alone…”

Nudging Jean’s long hair over her shoulder, Dana once again knelt near the blonde’s feet. Smoothing tender fingers along the back of Joy’s head where Jean’s fingers were, she helped guide the baby closer to Jean’s chest.

“You won’t ever have to,” she promised.

Jean had been staying with them since she and Stella had brought the oldest Gibson woman home from the hospital this morning. Finding out one’s home was flooding after delivering a baby and getting left by one’s boyfriend wasn’t exactly what Jean needed, so Dana had invited her to stay with them without missing a beat. Jean had been such a big sister to her over the years, so it had been an easy choice for her to make.

She didn’t want Jean to do this alone, and she wanted to be the support she needed, even on the nights where it was hardest for Jean to ask for help.

“Okay. I’m just going to bring my other hand up to your breast, all right?” she asked, and Jean nodded. “Sometimes this would work for me with William. You’ve just got to…”

Gently cupping one side of Jean’s breast with consent, Dana brought Joy closer, the newborn’s mouth right up to her mother’s nipple, and ever so gently moved Jean’s breast from side to side so that her engorged nipple dragged across Joy’s lips. She repeated the action only a few times, and when finally the baby found what she was looking for, Jean quietly gasped and Dana knew they’d gotten it right.

“You’re a miracle woman,” the tired mother blubbered.

Dana smiled and simply stroked her niece’s downy head. “Works every time.”

“It was never hard with Otis,” Jean gave as she tried helping her pregnant sister-in-law onto her feet. “I swear, before I even popped my tit out, that boy was already latched.”

Dana laughed, plopping herself down on the nearby couch. She rubbed her bulging belly, feeling a jabbing few kicks against her ribs, and propped her head up on her elbow as she watched baby Joy guzzle down her midnight feeding.

“Is it hard? The second time around.”

“In some ways, yes,” Jean uttered. She relaxed her head back against the cushioned seat and turned slightly to look at her sister-in-law. “But you have Stella, and you have me. And we aren’t going anywhere. I know how much my sister loves you, Dana, and how much she loves that baby girl in your belly.”

“Yeah, we’re pretty lucky.” Dana looked down, rubbing her stomach. She tried not to cry, but a few tears fell anyway, and she was okay with that. “I wouldn’t have been able to do this without Stella.”

Jean hummed just as Joy hiccuped, paused, and then resumed suckling. “You would have been able to. You’re stronger than you think. But I’m glad you won’t have to.”

Licking her lips to try to keep her emotions at bay, Dana closed her eyes for a few moments, thinking about how lucky she was to have Stella and her family in her life. When Joy began to let out a few burps, Dana laughed and swiped below her eyes before settling back to watch her niece slip into a milk coma.

It stayed like that for a while, even as the rain slowed down. Jean managed to switch breasts on her own without help, so the three of them sat there in comfortable silence, needing no words to fill the empty spaces, as love already filled it full.

When a shuffling of slipper-covered feet could be heard coming from the kitchen, Dana looked over just in time to see Stella walking in. The beautiful wrinkles on her face deepened as she found the three of them there, her smiles lines reminding Dana how many years they’d loved together.

“Everything okay down here?”

“Just a little bit of weeping. Maybe more than that from Joy and I. But Dana came to the rescue.”

“Mm, she’s good at that,” Stella smiled as she placed a kiss to her wife’s head and snuggled up on the couch beside her. “She’s already won the best aunty award, but I expected she would anyway.”

The other two women smiled, even past the tiredness that lay within their eyes.

Dana laced their fingers together, kissing her wife on the lips. Stella tasted like sleep and happiness.

“It seems as though Little Miss Tired has finally fallen asleep,” Jean commented as Joy detached from her breast, dribbles of milk spilling from her open mouth. “I think I will try to put her down now; cross your fingers. But thank you for all of your help, Dana. Goodnight you two,” she smiled.

“Any time. ‘Night, Jean.”

“Wake me if you need anything else,” Stella added.

Jean squeezed her sister’s shoulder, then disappeared down the hallway into the room she’d be occupying for the next few months. She didn’t utter a sound as she did so, and neither did the sleeping bundle of joy in her arms.

When they were once again alone – well, almost – Stella swiped her thumb across her wife’s cheek and pulled Dana in for a kiss, making her feel warm and full of butterflies.

“You’re already the best aunty to Joy, and are going to be the best mum to our little Clara,” Stella told her.

Cuddling into her wife’s side, Dana replied, “thank you, my love. But I thought we decided on naming the baby Nora after Eleanor Roosevelt.”

Stella chuckled lightheartedly, as the two of them had been playfully bantering over the baby’s name for weeks now – though Dana knew Stella was just joking around and liked the name her wife picked out better.

Their little Nora Elaine Gibson would be joining them soon. Sooner than either of her mother’s were expecting, as a matter of fact.

“Well, Mrs. Gibson, why don’t we get you back up to bed before you fall asleep on the sofa and can’t walk for a week straight.”

Dana groaned at the thought of having to get up and trudge the stairs. “Carry me,” she pouted playfully.

“I would if I could, love.” Stella chuckled as her wife balled up a nearby nappy and chucked it her way. “Come on, I’ll even rub your back after you lie down.”

“Mm, enticing. Promise?”

Stella smiled. “I swear it.”

“Kiss me again and I’ll get up.”

“Promise?” Stella winked, leaning down to press their lips together. It was warm and lightly wet, the blonde having licked her lips.

It always felt like butterflies and bliss.

Always with Stella.

Stella helped her onto her feet, and their hands reunited as they headed for the staircase. Dana thought about love, motherhood, and Jean and Joy who were hopefully fast asleep downstairs. She thought about Stella and Nora as she climbed into bed and her head hit the pillow. Immediately closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep, waking to the sound of little cries this time, but only once the sun kissed the horizon, waking up the sky for her.

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