#i get that i was overwhelmed in trimester a and had a lot going on i had to deal with but

[luveline]

Hey Jade! Could I request some more kisses before dinner au? Steve and reader both have a bad day (Reader with her pregnancy and steve is just overwhelmed with looking after everone?) and they have a fight in the evening before, during or after dinner. The girls get a little upset and make a plan to get the two talking again and to make up and the night ends with a big cuddle. Thank you, love you and your work, you're actually so beautiful! Xx

HI!! thank you so much angel, I hope this is OK!! ♥ dad!steve x pregnant!reader, 3k.

You said we could do this. 

Steve thinks about that line most of all. Your argument blurred into one big glob of anger, wanting to be right and silly grievances, fatigue. The only thing that stuck out was your upset face as you'd sniffled and murmured, "You said we could do this," like Steve had let you down. 

Steve regrets arguing with you, but what he hates most is having lost his cool in front of the girls. He resents himself for it as much as he does you, and he's finding it difficult to let any of it go. 

It's Avery who's claimed his lap, while Bethie and Dove lean on either side of you, Dove's face against the bump of your stomach like a pillow. Steve strokes hair out of his eldest daughter's face one silky strand at a time. He knows the girls aren't used to fighting, Steve grew up seeing it, and he didn't want his kids to see it because he knows it creates a strange and sometimes suffocating anxiety, so you and he have always argued in private when you could. 

You're very pregnant (exhausted, hormonal, going through huge changes) and Steve is trying to do a lot more to account for that (similarly exhausted, and wondering if perhaps he has sympathy hormones). The baby bump means you can't and shouldn't be doing as much. You've worked your entire pregnancy, through two trimesters of intense morning sickness, and the third and last trimester offered a reprieve from that and nothing else. 

As your uterus moves and your bump drops to make room for the last hurdle of the baby's growth, you can hardly breathe. You're always aching. Steve insists you take it easy and even if he didn't insist it's not exactly a conscious decision either of you van make. Being kind to yourself is being kind to the baby, and you're the best mom in the world —you're slowing down whether anyone likes it or not. 

Worse, your Braxton Hicks have started. They come at irregular times and never last long, but each time prompts the am I going into labour early? panic. It's not fair, Steve wishes he could take it from you, and he doesn't want you to do more than you can, but he needs a little more room to breathe, and some forgiveness. 

Because Steve did assure you that you could do this. You wouldn't have agreed to another baby if you didn't think it yourself, neither of you being that irresponsible. Lots of things come before wanting. Steve wants a big family, he could cry every time he looks at you lately and the unignorable evidence of another family member to love and cherish that is your distended stomach, but he loves the one he has now. Before you even thought about trying for your fourth, you had to know it wouldn't hurt your first three, or each other. 

Steve knows you can do this. He can do it. Today was just a bad day, and he needs your faith in him, or this is never going to work. 

Steve wants to say that to you, now he's had time to think. I'm sorry I let you down, but I need you to forgive me, and I need you to trust me that we can do it. He also wants to say Thanks for being a dick about Beth's doctor's appointment, obviously I forgot to take her on purpose, I just don't like her. He decides he hasn't calmed down enough to talk to you yet. He's mad at you but he fucking loves you, he doesn't want to hurt your feelings anymore than he already has. 

Avery kisses Steve's cheek unexpectedly, snapping him from a reverie of racing thoughts. He meets her gaze to ask what she wants, but she's swift to slide down the lengths of his legs and onto the floor. 

"Bethie," she says, meandering to where her sister sits, hands catching on Bethie's bare knees, "do you want to come and colour in with me?" 

"Why don't you bring your colours down here?" you ask. 

"I don't want to carry the table," Avery says, referring to the green and purple picnic bench she has in her room. She can't carry it, even though it's only small. She's smaller. 

"I can grab it for you, Ave," Steve says. 

"That's okay, daddy, you're tired. Please, Bethie? I need your help staying in the lines." 

Bethie raises her eyebrows. Reluctant, she climbs off of the sofa and Avery takes her hands. Steve can hear them whispering as they reach the stairs, their creaking steps covering words but not sounds. 

Steve usually puts his life into perspective quite easily. He doesn't often get angry, having had the privilege to choose pretty much every aspect that's worth agonising over. He was lucky enough to love you, and to have you love him back. He was lucky enough to have a say when you got pregnant accidentally the first time, and beyond privileged to be able to ask again, and to have you yes, to want to say yes to the second, the third, the fourth. 

He doesn't get angry at you much. When you're mean, of course, when you fall for the same weaknesses he might. A short temper, a mistimed snark. He was really mad at you a few years ago when you burned your arm on a pan he told you multiple times was hot. He was so mad he couldn't speak not that long ago when you assured him you could clean the hot sauce off of his first Hellfire shirt with a lemon and ended up bleaching the black sleeve a mottled brown. But you were cleaning his shirt because you loved him. You burnt yourself trying to help him clean your shared kitchen. All these things he's angry about, they're mistakes, or they're moments of weakness in a long receipt of kindness, and sweetness. Plus, you're the prettiest woman he's ever met, you're prettier every day. That deserves something, he thinks. Reverence, patience, anything you need if it means he gets to keep being with you, gets to keep having these stupid fights. 

And there it is. The anger wears away. Steve remembers how much he loves you (which hadn't been in doubt, the love part, but the volume —when he's mad, he loves you astronomically, and when he isn't, he loves you so much they haven't made a word for it). He wants to say sorry and have you say it back. You'll kiss him and let him hold you, his hand over your tummy, and hopefully you'll admit to understanding where he's coming from. If he's really lucky, you'll let him massage your shoulders, or hold the bump up to take the weight off. 

"Dove!" Bethie shouts from the top of the stairs. "Dove, come and help, please? We need another hand for the drawing!"

Dove perks up by your side. She slides off of the couch with little convincing, your fingers twisting a curl of her hair as she goes. 

"Have to help me," Dove says. Bethie sighs and begins down the stairs to fight the baby gate. 

Steve opens his mouth about the second they're both out of earshot again and you still beat him to it. 

"Baby brain made me act like a bitch. Sorry." 

"I knew it was baby brain and I still took the bait, so…" 

"You think I was baiting you?" you ask. 

"Not on purpose?" Steve rests his cheek across the top of the couch, fake leather cool on his skin. "You had a real reason to be mad at me. I said you didn't have to take her and then I let you down." 

"You didn't let me down," you say.

"And you're not a bitch," he says,

"I feel really embarrassed after we argue. Maybe you make me feel that way," you say, looking down at your hands, "but I don't think so. I wish you wouldn't get so mad with me." 

"I wish I didn't, either." 

"Not that we don't both get angry."

"I know what you meant." The conversation is stilted and jagged and frankly painful to manoeuvre. "Do I really make you feel embarrassed?" he asks. 

"No," you say. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm trying to say. This part never gets any easier." 

"But we'll keep doing it?" 

You put both hands over your bump and give him a long, serious look. "Yeah." 

Steve shuffles closer to you on the couch and tries to land you both on the same page. "What did you mean by that? That I make you feel embarrassed after we fight? I'm not mad, I just don't get it." 

You offer your hand as though you're afraid he'll reject it, pinky finger bumping his where it rests on his thigh. Steve takes it gently. 

"Stevie, sometimes, you get really mad when we fight and I– I don't blame you because I know why you get mad like that, and you've never been cruel to me for the sake of it, you aren't cruel. You've never hurt me just being angry. You've said stuff to me that hurt my feelings–" 

"I've never hurt you for no reason," he says, worried, hoping you'll agree. 

"Of course not. Steve, you've barely hurt me. But I… I think I feel embarrassed after we fight 'cos I can't stand thinking you had that much disdain for me." You squeeze his fingers. "Even for a minute. Which isn't your fault, that's how being angry works. You get so annoyed at someone that you lose it."

"I don't hate you, though," he murmurs. "You really think I have disdain for you? 'Cos I don't, honey. Not for a millisecond. That's not what it'd be about." He can't believe he's loved you this long and this is the first he's hearing about this feeling in particular. "When we were fighting earlier, I wasn't thinking about how awful you are or anything like that." 

"What were you thinking?" you ask hesitantly. 

"That I wish you'd see my side." It comes out in a rush, a sigh, his hand sliding up your wrist. "I just wanted you to see my fucking side for once."

"Are you kidding?" you say. 

He backtracks. "Sorry, not for once. That wasn't fair. It's what I was thinking, though" 

Much less insulted by his thoughts at the time of a blow up argument than the notion that he thought you were refusing to see his side after you literally asked him to tell you his side a second before, you relax. Or, you sag, and your brows pull together in pain, free hand moving to your chest. 

Steve sidles in as close to your side as he can get and covers your hand with his. "You okay?' he asks softly. 

"I'm fine. Tell me your side."

"I'm sorry for upsetting you," he says honestly. "But I need you to cut me some slack. I know you're having a really hard time right now, and I know you know I'm trying to make it work just as much as you are. Is that okay?"

You take his hand from your chest and put it over your baby bump. He could weep with relief. 

"That's okay. I really am sorry, Steve, I know I took it too far." 

"Well, I got angry twice. I wish you'd told me how you felt about it, you know? I would've told you a long time ago that I– I love you even when you're pissing me off. You don't have to feel embarrassed thinking you've lost my respect or something." 

"I know it doesn't make sense," you say. 

"But if that's how you feel," he says. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just want us to be okay again. 

"We're okay again," you say, staring at him for a few long, slow seconds. "I love you." 

"That's the best one, right? After we fight? I love you, too," he says, hand slipping under your shirt. He'd do it if you weren't pregnant, but now you are he does it for a different reason, feeling along your ballooned tummy for something in particular. "Has she been kicking today?" 

"Only every time you talk," you say, beaming, knowing how special that is. You move his hand to the very top of your bump. "Feels like she's inside my lungs. Would you…" 

Steve grins and leans down. You pull the hair from his eyes, holding him to your chest. "Listen, lovely girl. You gotta give your mom a break, go back to sitting on her bladder for a bit. The only person who should be making her breathless is me." 

"Corny," you say, scratching his hair. 

Steve puts his ear to your stomach. She won't talk back, and he can't hear much, but he tricks himself into thinking your weird stomach gurgling is the baby speaking. 

"No," Avery says, much closer than Steve thought she was, the troupe of them having made their way downstairs while Steve was busy laying on your stomach. "This will work, Beth."

"I don't want them to be angry," Bethie says. 

"They won't be angry with us. Mom doesn't get mad, she gets disappointed, and dad only shouts when I den-danger my safety." 

You snort and Steve tries uselessly to cover your mouth. "It's a make up plan," you whisper. 

"Oh. We have to still be fighting, then," Steve says. He springs up, gives you a very tender if he says so himself kiss to your cheek, and crawls back to his empty seat. 

"Let's go," Dove insists, prancing through the open door. 

You and Steve try to look dreadfully morose. 

"Daddy," Avery says, "Mommy, we made you something to say thanks for being the best dad and mom's ever made."

"You did?" you ask. 

"And to stop worrying," Bethie says, drifting toward Steve on automatic. 

"My loves," you begin. Steve knows what you'll say —We're sorry. 

"Just listen!" Avery insists. "You're the bestest ever, and we have the new baby coming and we'll have to take new photos but we can't because she's still getting bigger, so we drew one." 

"Baby photos always make you happy," Beth says.

It's a family portrait on a jagged edged, five feet long piece of paper from one of their paper rolls. You're all very tall and there have been efforts to make each person individual. Steve stands out as the only one with shorts and no eyelashes. Your baby bump has been drawn like you're carrying Pluto around in your abdomen, and Dove is quite small in comparison. Avery has drawn herself to Steve's left, and Bethie stands to hers. It's the most impressive thing Steve has ever seen. 

"Oh, wow," he says. 

"Woah," you agree. 

"This is me," Dove says, pointing at herself. 

"That's me," Bethie says, almost dropping her corner of the portrait.

"And there's me and dad and mom and baby," Avery says, pointing at each figure, her arm blocking the crayon hair. "We're the biggest family ever." 

"And the best," Bethie says.

"Best," Dove agrees. 

If things hadn't been okay between you and Steve before, they are now. In an instant. The girls have presented you with evidence of his very greatest achievements. 

"How much do you think it would cost to get that framed?" he asks you. 

Your laugh jumps from you as though it had a mind of its own, loving and exhausted, fond. Unsurprised. 

"Couple hundred bucks," you say, hand cupping the bottom of your stomach. 

"We have that, right? To spare?" 

You absolutely don't. Steve says it to make you laugh again, only half joking, and is rewarded by your happy smile. You shuffle down the couch into his arms and he wraps you up without closing his arms, hands extended to the girls where they hesitate. 

"Come on," he says, waving his hand toward your back, "this mom sandwich is missing at least three pieces of bread." 

Avery cheers and sprints into his reach. Beth and Dove aren't far behind. 

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kisses before dinner au

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[howlingday]

Lancaster Labors IV

Part I Part II Part III

Ruby: I can't believe it... I finally have a baby in my belly~! All those weird procedures were finally worth it! But that doesn't help how I acted in my first trimester. All those weird panic attacks I had about maybe not having a baby or maybe I did, or how I spent almost two hundred lien on fancy underwear that I never wore because Jaune let me take his underwear and destroy them to fit me.

Ruby: But whatever happens now is going to be different! It's time for me to take charge now that I'm this far into my pregnancy! But first, there was one more thing left for me to do...

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Ruby: (Thinking) WHAT DO I DO NOW?!. I went out of my way to not plan for anything in case I wasn't pregnant, but now that I'm actually in this far, I don't know what to do!

Ruby: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GIVE BIRTH!

Ruby: ...

Ruby: Maybe there's some answers online... (Opens her scroll, Taps around) Oh, I have to come up with a delivery plan? I guess that makes sense; the doctors should know what I want. There's a lot in here, too. Music, alone time with the baby, do I want painkillers- Oh! Should Jaune be in the room?

Ruby: Hey, Jaune?

Jaune: Hm?

Ruby: Do you want to be with me in the delivery room?

Jaune: Well, I think that's up to you to decide. I mean, you are the one giving birth, right?

Ruby: In that case, I want Jaune to be there. He can comfort me and share the experience, and then he'll hold his baby and he feel like a daddy~! Mm... But I should still look at arguments against it, just to be sure. (Walks away, Taps scroll)

Mom: The smell of blood and amniotic fluid made my boyfriend, now my husband, feel so sick to his stomach, he had to leave the room. Made things really awkward for us for a while. Mom: My husband is too much a sweetheart. He was so traumatized after seeing me in so much pain, we decided to not have a second child. Mom: When I went into labor, I pushed too hard and actually crapped myself in front of my boyfriend. I felt so embarrassed. Mom: After the birth of our child, my husband stopped seeing me as his wife and more as a mom. He couldn't have sex with me, so he went out and cheated on me with another woman. He's now my ex-husband.

Ruby: YOU MEAN I COULD CRAP MYSELF IN FRONT OF JAUNE?!. AND THIS COUPLE STOPPED HAVING SEX AND GOT DIVORCED!.

Ruby: I... I'll think about this another day. This is giving me too much stress. Still, I might be getting upset over nothing. Will I be a good mom? I've heard kids can be a handful, so can I really be motherly? Yang makes it look so easy...

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Ruby: (Getting out of the shower) Ooh... My belly is getting so much bigger.... Ack! Is that hair on my belly?! And it's on my chest, too! Actually, am I smelling more rank now?

Ruby: Am I... becoming a wild animal~? That's right! I'm a mammal! And not all mammals are lovey-dovey and doting on their kids. They raise their babies on instinct! Who cares if I'm not motherly? My job as the mama animal is to make sure my baby grows up healthy and strong! And in that case...

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Ruby: Jaune, I've made my decision.

Jaune: Oh?

Ruby: I want you there in the delivery room.

Jaune: Are you sure? You were pretty worried a while ago.

Ruby: Yeah. I'm sure. Because... I want you to be there so you can see my inner animal unleashed!

Jaune: O... kay?

Ruby: I realized something. Giving birth is our chance as humans to reconnect with our primal instincts. I want to know what animal I become when our baby is born, and I want you there to let me know what I'm like, even if it's terrifying! I might become so overwhelmed when I turn that I don't remember what happens, so I need you there to remember for me!

Jaune: Uh... huh... I have no idea what you're going on about, but I'll be there for you.

Ruby: I'll give birth to my baby and let my inner animal instincts take over. That's what my birth plan will be!.

#rwby #lancaster #jaune arc #ruby rose #i don't know how to give birth #I don't know how to give birth!

[astroluvr]

this is a short, not proofread or edited, blurb in which reader is huge, hormonal, and hungry. i hope you enjoy!

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You tossed to your other side for the fourth time in the past fifteen minutes. All the control Jack has over cuddling was lost a year into your marriage when he got you pregnant. The little bump was no big deal in the first few months, but now in your last trimester, it was huge and aggravating. It was especially aggravating now, though, since the little baby that was occupying the space seemed to have a voice.

Or at least that was your excuse when you rose out of bed and waddled to the kitchen.

"Your daddy is going to notice we're missing. He'll have more space without you taking up all the room." you drummed your fingers against your tummy as you arrived in the kitchen of your Louisville home.

Right as you opened the refrigerator, you salivated. Foil wrapped barbecue ribs sat on the top shelf in a pan and you could already imagine getting the white shirt you wore to bed dirty. Jack made them earlier when his friends came over to watch a game and there were plenty of leftovers. You didn't want them then, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't the only thing on your mind now.

"Oh, boy." you nearly moaned as you retrieved it from the cold space.

You took two pieces and set them on the plate, but not before throwing on two glazed doughnuts. You grinned to yourself and rocked side to side happily when you set the microwave timer.

"I think when you're born, we'll have to make a tradition out of this." you hummed to your swollen stomach with a smile, earning a solid thump. "Yeah, do you like the sound of that? You and Mommy sneaking out of bed for some doughnuts?"

You couldn't help but stare down at yourself. You couldn't have imagined that life would bring you here, but you were so happy it did. You and Jack were happily married, with flourishing careers in a beautiful home that would soon house the family you were starting. Every day you woke up with a smile on your face, unless you were rolling over into Jack's wafting morning breath or a surge of morning sickness.

You broke away from your trance to pull the plate from the fridge. You groaned happily at the smell. Not a lot smells could make you smile due to your pregnancy, and you certainly couldn't think of why glazed doughnuts and hot barbecue was the mix that did it.

Within seconds, you were biting into the rib and swallowing down doughnut behind it. Your baby must've felt the overwhelming joy you felt at satisfying a craving as they kicked happily. You rubbed your stomach and giggled when you saw the stain left behind.

"Holy shit," you groaned, pulling the final bit of doughnut from your mouth and throwing your head back. It was then that you found Jack with a smirk on his face. "Jack!"

"I'm not trying to scare you. Just trying to figure out what you two are doing out of bed."

As he approached you, you turned around and totally missed the warm laugh that escaped his mouth at the sauce smeared around your mouth.

"Well, we got hungry. Mama wanted ribs and bubba wanted doughnuts." you tried, settling two hands on other sides of your stomach.

"I haven't stained any of my white shirts in years, and you managed to do it in, like, ten minutes." he chuckled, tearing a piece of paper towel before wiping at your face lovingly. "You know you need your rest, baby. Carrying a whole child."

"I know." you murmured after he pecked your cheek. "But I wouldn't have been able to sleep until I had a taste of these baby backs."

"Did it give?" he teased and you let out a loud belly laugh.

"Yes, it absolutely gave. It had her kicking and everything." You reached out to put your sticky hands over Jack's and place them on your stomach.

"Her?" he noted the pronoun that stayed away from the plan of you two finding out at the last ultrasound.

"Yeah, I think we're having a Daddy's girl. She's been on my side with all the pasta I've been making, but she switched up tonight with your ribs."

"That's what I'm talking about." Jack cheered softly, crouching slightly to kiss the top of your belly. "And if we're having a boy?"

"Then it was probably the doughnuts."

Jack chuckled and you smiled at the way his grip tightened around your stomach. "I can't wait to find out."

"Me neither. I can't wait to do anything with you." you added, leaning up to peck his lips.

"Including coming to bed? Can't sleep if both my babies aren't there."

"You think you're so smooth." you giggled and Jack smirked with a shrug.

"You married me for a reason, right?"

"Yeah. For your ribs." you turned around and took the final one to hold out to his lips.

Jack took a bite, but didn't miss the chance to glare at you. "Kiss the cook?"

You took a napkin and wiped the bit of barbecue from his own pink lips and left a kiss there. "I love you, J."

"I love you more, Mama Harlow. Even when you get up in the middle of the night, leave me in a cold bed all alone- with our child in tow, mind you, and eat the leftovers I slaved over a hot ass grill for-"

You pushed your lips against his once more, this time deeper. When you pulled away, Jack's mouth was hung open slightly as he stared at you.

"Let's go to bed." he whispered, and you giggled from being slightly amused by your husband's dramatics. "I'm being serious." he wrapped his arm around your waist and tried to tug you along.

"Okay, okay." you squealed, reaching back to open the Krispy Kreme box and snag a doughnut. Jack shook his head at you, causing you to make a flourishing gesture over your large stomach.

"Priorities, honey." you hummed, taking a bite of it before grabbing Jack's hand to lead him to the bedroom.

#jack harlow #fan fiction #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #bf!jack #jack harlow fanfiction #dad!jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #husband!jack harlow

[spilledkauffie]

The Bad Batch x Pregnant!Reader HCs

Individually x Female!Reader || pure fluff ✨☁️✨

no Crosshair in this one; it’s a personal HC that he’s not down with having kids, so I won’t be writing him in this situation :)

↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t

Echo ↴

When you told him — it’s a little bit of a surprise. You two had talked about definitely wanting kids and being parents together, but Echo was never sure it was a possibility. He worries that the experimentations on him might’ve changed some things to make it impossible for the two of you, but he was proved wrong when you showed up with a positive. / “wait- really?” Echo asks with a smile already growing. / “yeah! Isn’t that- are you happy?” You suddenly worry. / “Of course!” He reassured you, taking you in his arms, “I just wasn’t sure I had it in me,” he blushes immediately after he admits it. / You smile wide and kiss him, “well you did it, I’m officially carrying Echo 2.0,” you giggle. / “we are not naming them Echo,” he chuckles, “can you imagine: Echo?” He tries to imitate Hunter, “yes? Yes?“ / You both laugh before just spending a little time together cuddling and taking in the moment.

Wants to document everything — Echo really wants to have memories to look back on, and that means not missing an opportunity to take a holo-photo or video. Every stage of the trimester he wants a picture of your tummy so that when the pregnancy is over you can look back and see the baby bump get bigger gradually. Of course, you tell him "only the tummy, don't get my face, Echo...," but he always takes a full picture. / When you tell him that you can feel the baby moving he immediately grabs his datapad with all the pictures and videos so he can record it. However, when you ask him if he wants to feel, he pauses for a moment trying to figure out how he'll still be able to record it if his hand is on your tummy. / You giggle at his contemplating expression, "I'll take it, Love," you reach out for the datapad and Echo blushes a little. / "Right, thanks," he chuckles, scootching a little closer to you and softly placing his hand on you. / You begin to understand why he wants to document everything the moment you see his face light up at feeling a little kick against his hand.

Learns to keep up with the mood changes — you’re not used to having this kind of boost in your emotions, so at first, you talk it out with Echo, explaining how you don’t feel like yourself, you feel annoying, and it kind of worries you. He helps to remind you that right now your body is going through something really incredible and really taxing on you, and it’s okay to feel a little lost and overwhelmed in it all. He’s there to work through it all with you, holding your hand or giving you space, whichever you need in the moment. He doesn’t get offended if you’re a bit more grumpy or snappy than usual. Or if you’re more easily emotional, saddened, or clingy. Echo seriously takes it like a champ and helps to centre the both of you. // The hardest part is getting everyone else on the same page sometimes: There was one time Wrecker accidentally helped himself to your craving snack that Echo keeps stocked and when you found out it wasn’t pretty. / “I told you, if you’re not ready to challenge her, don’t steal her snacks, Wrecker,” Echo sighs, rolling his eyes, a smirk on his lips as he watches Wrecker walk away like a wounded puppy. / “yeah, but,” Wrecker sniffles, “she didn’t have to say that.”

Does some research, but goes off feeling — Echo is definitely the kind of guy to consult a "what to expect when expecting" book, but overall he wants to make sure that he's most attentive to you and what you're experiencing. He doesn't see pregnancy as a linear thing for everyone. Even if he doesn't know a lot about it, he knows it can be experienced differently, so you are the primary source. He always checks in with a very specific "how are you doing/feeling today?" style question at some point during the day. / He doesn’t do it in an annoying way though, he does it so he can keep a mental list of things that seemed to help and things that seemed to make it worse. That way if you respond with “my feet really hurt today” he remembers what helped last time (because he asked) and can suggest it. // However if you both have no idea of a good remedy or what something means, it’s back to the book.

Doesn't mind shopping for you — Echo has zero shame walking into a store or going to the planet’s local market at 2a.m. all because you were craving something. He doesn’t mind buying you more flowy outfits so you feel more comfortable as your baby bump gets bigger, and he absolutely will negotiate with a sales clerk to make sure you get the right one that you wanted.

Tech ↴

When you told him — he’s actually really excited! Most likely you’ve been trying for a while, because it’s not a surprise or shock. You two definitely planned to become parents, so when you tell him that you’re finally pregnant he’s really excited about it! He’s kind of speechless, until he blurts out, “that’s absolutely fantastic information!” and hugs you. He immediately begins trying to plan things out, and that means years in advance. When he tells you about it, you have to giggle, but you know that he’s just really excited about it and like to have things planned as much as possible. He’s also beyond ecstatic to have someone to teach, someone who will ask questions, etc.

Way out of his league for once — while he’s really happy about your pregnancy, he soon realises that he surprisingly doesn’t know much on the subject. Likewise, he realises that he won’t be able to experience it with you and he’ll be largely and observer of the situation. Which coming from the community of Kamino + having The Bad Batch, he’s not used to simply watching instead of being in the action equally. / So, Tech has a bit of a tough time adjusting to the situation especially when it gets to the more obvious stages (baby bump really showing) and the more difficult stages (pains / aches / sleepless nights). He wants to help, but feels kind of useless, especially when you say “it’s okay, it’ll pass in a second,” about pains or “you don’t have to get up, get some sleep, Honey” about sleepless nights. Something you’ve noticed is Tech tends to isolate, he’s working on the Marauder a lot more, or staying in his makeshift workshop where he can fix stuff. Even the other boys have noticed this change and try to figure out what’s going on. You figure it has something to do with him having to be on the sidelines more than he’s used to.

↳ when you make your way out to the Marauder, you find Tech tinkering with something or other in the driver’s chair. “Okay,” you announce yourself, drawing his attention, he spins around to see you, “what’s going on?” / “I think a more appropriate question would be what are you doing in here? I told you it’s an absolute minefield for dangerous potential in your condition,” he counters as you continue to manoeuvre the ship's mess to get to him. / “Well, maybe if you’d ever come out I wouldn’t have to come in,” you tilt your head, looking down at him slightly, now standing next to the chair. / Tech leans back into the seat, looking away, “fair, I suppose.” / “Come on, talk to me, what’s going on?” You casually try an coax him, “I know this is about the baby.” / “I’m just- I’m worried what if I make a mistake somewhere along the way,” you finally meet his golden eyes; there’s a signature wrinkle in the middle of his forehead indicating that he’s really worried, but before you can say anything, he places a gentle hand on your tummy, “this isn’t a simulation that you can simply start over or retry. And I just want to make sure I can get it right.” / “Oh, Tech,” you sigh, placing your arms around his shoulders. Sometimes you wish you could assure him that some mistakes in life aren’t as detrimental as they are on the battlefield, this was going to be a new dynamic for him, and there was plenty of room for little newbie mistakes.

The little things — since you want him to feel as involved as possible, you’ll give him little things to do, like figure out what the best kind of fruit are for pregnancy (even if you don’t really care, it’s something for him to do). Research is a big thing that he loves and you completely encourage him to give it a go on this subject as well. Of course, he comes back with some mad TMI details that even you aren’t sure you wanted to know about the process and potential outcomes, but he’s absolutely glowing at the fact that he now knows more about it. In the end he feels a lot more comfortable with the situation now that he can help.

Baby names — the man is prepared, he’s got a list within days. He’s got the original meaning, language, interpretations, variations etc. He throws some wild ones out there and it soon becomes something of a routine that before bed, you cuddle up, laying back against his chest as he sits up against the wall. He rests his chin on top of your head or shoulder and holds the list in front of you, just barely resting his hands against your baby bump. Occasionally while you’re thinking about one, he’ll rub your stomach of side with the hand he’s holding a pen in. / “Tech, I don’t even know how to pronounce that,” you admit looking over one. / “Ah that’s why I included the phonetics,” he says happily. / You perk an eyebrow and lean back to stare at him. Clearing his throat he nods and tilts his head crossing out the name.

Hunter ↴

When you told him — he was actually right there with you, holding your hand (literally) when you found out. He’s super excited about becoming a dad! You talked about it in advance and decided to let it happen when it happens and when it did you were both really happy! He extremely encouraging of you in the moment. He’s so proud and excited, but he wants you to know that he’s going to be there for you, for anything you need, he’s your shoulder and your support no matter what.

Protective, and still learning — Hunter is a protector and he’s naturally very protective of those he loves, but when it comes to you and the baby he’s ten times more protective, which at times (like in a really crowded market) can be really nice. However, when it comes to everyday things, he can be a bit much. Like when he found you reaching overhead for something and he came rushing to your aid. / “You know. . . I can still get things on my own,” you softly remind him. / “Well, I just thought. . . with the baby-“ he starts. / “I can still do some things,” you touch his arm, “I know you’re a little more worried about me, but I’m still me, I don’t want to feel like I’m a liability,” you softly smile hoping he understands. // And he does, he’s just learning to give you your independence or let you keep it rather. He learns that there are certain things you’ll ask for help for, but you are still an individual, plus one now. You find that the learning process actually helps to strengthen your relationship: you asking for help more easily and him knowing when to step in naturally.

Loves seeing his brothers interact with you — one of Hunter’s favourite things about your pregnancy is seeing how the rest of the Bad Batch interact with you. They all treat you like an absolute Queen. Everything must be comfortable, regular “do you need anything?” questions are asked. Company is always available if you don’t want to be alone. There’s never a dull moment, like when you showed Wrecker the baby kicking, or when Tech brought you a remedy, and Echo told you about a family he knew back on Coruscant. / It really hit Hunter one night when he told you how he loved seeing you all get along so well and you nuzzled your against him, casually saying: “yeah, they’re gonna make great uncles.” For some reason he’d never thought that far into the future yet, let when the kid was 2 or 5 or 10, but realising that they’d have a special place with not only you two, but his brothers got to his emotions.

Amazing at listening to your worries — happy as you are, you have your doubts and fears and worries and concerns and overreactions. Hunter doesn’t try to skim over it, even when you’re in your third trimester and start worrying. He knows you need someone to talk to and he’s there for you. He never belittles your emotions or puts his first, he tries to help as much as he can however that looks. / “Hunter, I’m just really scared,” you admit one night in tears, “I’ve never done this, will the baby be okay? Will we be okay?” / Hunter takes your hand in his, wiping away your falling tears, “I don’t have all the answers, but I’ll be right beside you when we find out, and I have hope that we’ll all be okay,” he dips to meet your eye line, “whatever happens we’ll meet it together, I can promise you that.” // sometimes you question if you’re already a bad mom because you’re worrying so much, but Hunter takes you by the arms and runs some affirmations by you, reminding you that you’re human and it’s okay to feel these emotions.

Absolutely glowing — when someone finds out / acknowledges him as a to-be dad, Hunter is absolutely beaming with happiness and pride. He can’t believe that he not only gets to be your husband, but also the father of your child. He feels like this is going to be a whole new experience and he’s ready to take on the challenges and the joys side by side. / Naturally, he has some worries and anxieties, which he typically tries to hide, but truly overall he is just happy and cannot wait to meet the little one.

Wrecker ↴

When you told him — Wrecker had to have you clearly spell it out for him, not subtle hint that you were pregnant. When it clicked, he was overjoyed. He scooped you up in his arms, giving you a big hug before suddenly and gently putting you down. “Wait- am I gonna hurt the baby with hugs?” He asks in a whisper, with a concerned look that he’s already done something wrong. / “No, not yet,” you admit, “but maybe we practice baby hugs for when we get to the later stages?” You tilted your head with your question. / “Right,” Wrecker nods decidedly, going in for one of the most gentle hugs you’ve ever revived, “baby hugs for my babygirl.” / From then on he’s super aware of just how tightly he takes you in his arms, almost always asking if that’s okay and something, usually when he’s really happy, he’ll ask if he can hugs just a little tighter.

Has your cravings memorised — Wrecker absolutely takes a mental note of your favourite cravings. He makes sure to have them on hand at all times! In fact he’s the kind of guy that when you say he doesn’t have to get extra of something he knows you crave / like, he gets extra anyway and then uses the excuse that he wasn’t sure how hungry he’d be anyways. So, you wind up getting some anyway.

↳ He also definitely uses your cravings as an excuse to buy bulk of a few of his favourite snacks, writing them off as your cravings when Hunter asks. And it works only until he gets something that the rest of the Bad Batch know you don’t eat, then they really question him. / “what’s going on?” You ask, coming over to the little kitchen area of the space you’re currently staying in. / “Wrecker claims these are for your cravings-“ Hunter begins. / “But we’ve never seen you eat this before,” Tech finishes. / “Nope, I don’t eat that,” you admit, “had he been trying to pass his snacks for my cravings?” / “He has been for weeks,” Echo chimes in. / You drop your jaw and place your hands on your hips, looking to Wrecker. / “wh- but- aww come on, I only get nine months to stock up,” he tries, “and they were more likely to believe it that way.” / “In what galaxy do you think we’d buy the idea that she eats only your favourite snacks?” Echo shakes his head. / “…this one?” Wrecker tries again.

Baby clothes are a weakness — basically anything baby related actually. Taking him clothes or toy shopping for the baby is hilarious to watch. He’s in love with how cute and small and soft everything is. He’s convinced that they need every stuffy and soft toy there is. He also wants to help decorate any space that the baby will be in. To your surprise, he’s actually really good with setting up rooms and he’s a huge help when it comes to rearranging the heavy furniture or crib. Wrecker wants to make the space extra special for the little one and he does that really well, bringing elements for various trips and planets into the room. / “I just- I hope they like it,” Wrecker rubs the back of his neck, looking into the room. / “I think they’ll love it,” you hug him from the side, placing a hand on his chest. / “Really? Did they let you know like- somehow?” Wrecker asks excitedly. / “Trust me, it’s the mother’s instinct kicking in,” you claim. / “Alright! We are nailing this,” he brings you a little closer.

100% on your side + learning — Wrecker is your best friend and that doesn’t stop during the pregnancy. He doesn’t baby talk you or try to tell you what you should because now you’re experiencing different things. Usually you have to remind him that you’re pregnant, at least until you really start showing. Hunter and Echo will sigh, roll their eyes and give a reprimanding “Wrecker!” early on when he suggests you do something that most definitely should not be done while pregnant, but you just have to laugh. You respect that he doesn’t treat you different and adore his innocence in not really knowing pregnancy protocol, but you also love the fact that you can see him learning. In your later trimesters Wrecker becomes your little protector (as if he wasn’t already), but he’s mister-clear the way if you’re coming down a ramp, he will hold your hand and keep everyone back so you have plenty of space. Same with a lot of the ladders you have to climb, even just to get around the ship; Wrecker keeps one, if not both, hands on your hips/thigh/butt while you’re coming down and insists on going first so he could catch you just in case! He also monitors all hugs you receive, reminding them to keep some baby space for the baby.

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Chapter 8

Baby Fever - Chapter 8

Series Summary: It all started with a classic case of baby fever

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!(Wife)Reader

Rating: 18+ Series

Warnings: Slight angst/anxiety, some fowl language, plenty of fluff

Word Count: 2,000 (ish)

Author's Note: This one took a lot of pondering to figure out what to write, but it came to me all at once so I got this typed up pretty fast. It's another slightly angsty but later fluffy chapter.

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You'd never been big on parties, at least not ones centered around you. Even as a child, you'd found yourself blushing when your family sang you happy birthday or when they made a big deal out of your graduations (8th grade, high school, and college). You weren't a super shy person, but you didn't like being the center of attention when in a large group.

It wasn't any different with your baby shower. If anything it was worst. At twenty-eight weeks pregnant, the beginning of your third trimester, you were starting to feel huge, and that day you were feeling particularly achy and moody. You loved your family, but you spent most of the party grinning and baring it, putting on a show for their sakes.

It didn't help your mother and sister had surprised you with it, only telling Marcus to bring you and drop you off at your mother's house at nine in the morning on that day. If you'd had a say you'd have made it so everyone could be there, including Marcus, but since your mom had taken a large roll in the planning of it the celebration was traditional in every sense of the word - meaning no boys allowed.

Normally you wouldn't have been too bothered by being separated from Marcus for a few hours, you still worked full time after all, but the mood swings you'd been having recently meant that sometimes you were really clingy to him, and that was the feeling you had that day. You just wanted to go home and curl up in his arms.

On top of that, getting baby gifts from your family really brought home that you were just a few months away from having your baby, already. Despite the roller coaster ride that your pregnancy had been at times, it had flown by, and you felt overwhelmed by how much you still had left to do before the baby arrived.

You'd survived your baby shower, but by the time your aunts and cousins left you were exhausted and more than a little anxious to get home.

Your sister offered to bring you home after your last aunt left at three, and helped you load your parents' car up with all the gifts you'd gotten. Once everything was packed in you shared a final hug with your mom who told you, knowingly, to get some rest.

"When are you going back home?" you asked your sister on the way out of your parents' driveway.

"I'm going to be on an early flight tomorrow morning," Emily replied.

"How's Aaron doing alone with Henry?"

Emily had come to Washington D.C. without her little family this time.

"Henry just started potty training so I can imagine it's been an interesting couple of days," she said with a chuckle, "But Aaron's been an amazing dad so I don't think I'll be walking into a horror show when I get back, hopefully."

"Was it hard leaving Henry for two days?" you inquired curiously.

She sighed. "More than you could imagine. He's growing up so fast. I'm afraid when I get back I'll find a teenager in my house."

You snorted. "That's a little dramatic, Em. But I think I can kind of relate on that part. It feels like just weeks ago, not months, that I found out I was pregnant."

"How are you feeling about that?" she quizzed. "You seemed kind of off today."

It was your turn to sigh. "I'm just in a mood today, and you know how much I love parties -"

"Sorry -"

"It's okay," you assured her. "I appreciate you and mom throwing it for me. I promise, I do. And the gifts will really help out. There's so much to buy for a new baby, you know that, and now I can cross off like ninety-nine percent of the items off my list. It'll be less stressful in the long run."

"The thing is, it reminded me how close I am to being a mother and how I don't feel as prepared as I thought I'd feel by now," you admitted.

"Oh, sis," Emily said with a sympathetic tone, "They say no one's ready for a reason. You can only prepare for parenthood so much. Most of it is learn as you go, especially since each baby is unique. You probably won't understand her at all at the beginning, and that's going to be tiring and stressful, but it gets better, and you will get there."

You curled an arm around the underneath of your swollen belly and nodded, feeling a little better at her honesty. "Thanks, I needed to hear that. There's still a part of me that's going to continue fret about all I need to do before though."

"That's only natural," she told you. "Just remember you aren't alone. Aaron was a big help. I'm sure Marcus has and will be as well. That man's always stuck to your side whenever I see you together; I'm surprised he didn't insist on staying."

You laughed. "Yeah. He's been great. I couldn't ask for a better partner. I never thought a man could be so attentive before him."

Emily smiled warmly. "I'm so happy you found him, sis. Especially since that led to my little niece."

You rubbed your baby bump as a smile also graced your face. "I am too."

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Marcus was approaching the car even before your sister had it in park in your driveway, having probably been watching out for it.

He stood by your door as you got out and gave you a peck on the cheek before shutting it behind you.

"Did you enjoy the party?" he questioned.

"It wasn't bad," you answered honestly. "I wish you could've been there though."

"I was banned from entering the house," he told you.

You rolled your eyes. "That's my mother for you." You loved her, but she was a stickler for traditions, whether they were outdated or not.

His eyes registered the stuffed back seat and his eyebrows shot up. "We might need a bigger room for the baby."

You chuckled. "My family has never been stingy on gifts. Especially for babies. I don't think we'll have to buy much. There's some stuff in there I'd never even thought about getting. Never saw them on any of the essentials-to-buy lists online."

"Those are never complete," Emily huffed as she glanced over to you both. "Trust me, you'll need it all."

She made her way to the trunk and started filling her arms with items, handing you some lighter ones as she did so, while Marcus took on the heavier objects. Between the three of you the car was unpacked in fifteen minutes and all the gifts were cluttered in the center of what used to be the spare guest room.

Marcus had been busy while you were at the baby shower evidently, having put a layer of fresh paint on the walls - a lovely shade of yellow you had chosen out with him a week before at the nearest hardware store. It reminded you of the sun at sunrise.

"The paint looks great," you told him after your sister had left to return to your parents' house. "I thought you were going to wait until my dad could help you though?"

"I had nothing else to do today, and I figured hey, I have an art degree, I should be able to paint a few damn walls by myself," he explained.

"In art history," you pointed out with a laugh.

He shrugged. "No matter."

You grinned. "You're right. It doesn't matter. And thank you."

"No need to thank me," he said, pulling you into his embrace and kissing your temple. "I want to do whatever I can for you and the baby, which really isn't all that much. This feels like the least I can do."

"You help more than you think," you told him, resting your head against his expansive shoulder. "But I know how you can contribute more."

He gave you his full attention and you smiled at him before gesturing at the closet. "Get in there and clear it out. We're going to need the storage space."

"So bossy," he teased as he parted from you to follow the order.

"You like that."

"True."

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An hour later the nursery's closet had gone from being filled with random items you and Marcus rarely used to being stuffed with baby clothes, toys, and diapers. Lots of diapers.

Most of the stuff he'd taken out you decided could go in the basement, but there was one item you'd insisted you would find space upstairs for - Marcus' old bass guitar.

He'd once been in a band with his college buddies, had played bass and even sang back up vocals a little, but once he'd graduated he had all but retired from playing. He'd played for you a few times while you were dating, but most days it sat around collecting dust.

Despite this, there was no way you were going to have him get rid of it or hide it in an even easier spot to forget about it. You loved that Marcus could play an instrument. Having a boyfriend who was in a band would've been your dream come true as a teen. You were still kinda bummed you hadn't met him back when his band was active.

At least you could still have a private show on occasion.

"Play something for me," you demanded, shoving the instrument at him after the nursery was mostly organized.

He obliged you without any protest, setting up everything he needed to get the bass guitar in working order, and sat down in the rocking chair your mother had gifted you last month.

He began to pluck at the strings with his thick fingers and you leaned against the wall as you listened carefully to the music he was making. The beat sounded familiar and you wanted to take a guess at what song he was covering.

After thirty seconds or so, you were pretty sure you'd figured it out, but you waited until the end of the song to guess, beaming at him as he gently placed the guitar on the floor beside his leg. "Was that Everything Little Thing She Does Is Magic?"

He smiled back up at you. "It is, though I slowed it down a bit."

"The Police," you hummed, stepping towards him. "My man has great tastes."

"That's what you say every time I play," he said with a smirk.

"It's true every time." Marcus was a classics kind of guy, and you were good with that.

Your knees brushed his and he spread his legs so you could stand between them. He met your eyes as you did so, and his hands traveled up your blue maternity jeans to your waist, where he fanned his right one out over your firm swell. He soothed the area then bent forward to kiss the center of it, and your heart soared watching him make the soft gesture. You raked a hand through the hair at the back of his head, basking in the moment.

When he lifted his head again he gently guided you away from him so he could stand and kiss you sweetly on the lips. "I'll go start dinner."

"You don't have to do that," you protested. "You've worked all day."

"You've been busy too," he pointed out before kissing you again, "And you know I like to make a fuss."

That he did, and you were too tired to argue against something that was deeply embedded in his nature.

"Fine, but I'm making tomorrow's meals."

"Deal."

And with that, he led you down the hall to the couch before setting to his cooking task.

It wasn't until he called for you to come eat (pancakes of course) that it occurred to you how fitting the lyrics of the song he'd chosen to play was for him.

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#Marcus Pike Fanfic (Mine) #X Reader #Baby Fever Series

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Exhausted and overwhelmed new parents, Mick and Reader get help from their support system Oma Corina and Tante Gina.

Tw: mentions childbirth (small moments), postpartum

They really weren't joking when they talked about a fourth trimester after you gave birth, all of the different processes your body was going through to meet your's and little Aurora's needs causing all kinds of changes and ultimately, you had been adjusting to it as best as you could, Mick helping out as much as he could, "Schatz, do you want me to take her? You've been walking around all morning, you need to rest too", your husband said as you stopped in front of him, passing Aurora into his arms as you noticed the time on the clock on the mantle piece to see that lunchtime was approaching. Kissing both of their cheeks, you headed to the kitchen to put one of the food trays you had made while you were nesting, already preparing for days like this where you couldn't think of a meal idea and cook it for you and Mick, taking the time to put the dishes and cutlery in the cupboard and drawer, looking over to the towells you assumed Mick had used to dry the plates and went to toss them in the laundry basket, thankful that it was on the ground floor and that you didn't need the extra effort to climb up the stairs.

After feeding Aurora, you and Mick sat together on the sofa while you ate, the food on the plates as you enjoyed some down time when his phone rang with a text from his sister asking if herself and Corinna could come for a visit that afternoon, "Are you okay with that? I can tell them to come on another day", he said, his hand coming to rub your arm up and down as you nodded, "I need to tidy this, but yeah, sure, they're more than welcome to come", you smiled soflty, the need to see other people and have more stimuli than what you've been having the past few weeks.

Despite wanting to tidy, you and Mick fell asleep, only waking up when you heard the doorbell, checking over Aurora who was cutely snuggled in her father's chest still, him waking up too as you got up to answer the door, "Hi dear, we tried calling the phone but you didn't answer!", Corinna said as she came forward for a hug, then hugging your sister in law before ushering them inside and into the living room, "Here's the little princess", Gina beamed, "come on brother, let tante Gina have some snuggles", she said as Mick kissed his daughter's head one last time before his sister took her in her arms, "I was supposed to tidy those after we ate, if you'll excuse me", you said as you grabbed the plates and headed to the kitchen. You were washing the plates when the pain around your abdomen and back started building up again, closing the tap and taking a breather while you tried to stretch your muscles a bit, hearing some footsteps approach the room, "do you need help Y/N?", your mother in law saying as she grabbed the sponge from you hands washing the rest of the things, "thank you for that", you said honestly. Lately it had been a lot, making sure the house was clean and good, that Aurora was as happy and content as a baby could be, both you and Mick really stretching the rope trying to manage it all, "We're still trying to get a grasp on everything", you mumbled as you felt your eyes close for a bit before opening them back up, "dear, you and Mick are overworking yourselves. It's not bad to ask for help sometimes, especially when we are more than happy to come over for the day", she offered, "I just don't want to be a disappointment", you said, tears brimming in your eyes as she came to you with open arms ready to take you in her embrace, "Oh Y/N, you're doing so well. I'm going to tell you how I did it. My kitchen did not look like yours, it looked like a mess. And I wasn't less of a parent or of a wife because of it", she reasoned as you nodded, knowing how much she meant to her children and how her value to them had nothing to do with folded kitchen towels and dried cutlery, "you gave birth to a beautiful babygirl, your body needs to rest still from all you're still doing for her now that she is outside", she said, "And Mick too. My goodness, he has been unstoppable, I don't know how he does it. He's there up with me everytime she needs a feed or a change during the night, he is there urging me on when it hurts or when I can't seem to do it. He also needs a rest too", you mused, feeling that if they were happy to help, you were happy to accept it, Corinna smiling at you.

So when Aurora wakes up, you change and feed her before she goes back to sleep on her Oma Corinna's chest, you and Mick then heading upstairs so you could have a shower without it having to be an alone quick task, your husband taking his time on helping you wash your body and show his gratefulness to you and how you made him a papa, the nonsexual touches and caresses, accompanied by the sweetest kisses, starting to make you feel a lot more comfortable on your own body again as the warm water softened the pain. After drying your bodies and putting on some soft pyjamas, Mick offered to lull you into a nap, "I've been getting pretty good at doing it with Rora, and we could both do with a nap, hm?", he said as he layed you both on the bed, your body finally relaxed enough to succumb to sleep.

You wake up from the nap to smell some delicious food, heading downstairs to see the table set up, Aurora gurgling with Corinna while Gina set the pots on the table, "I made some soup and the chicken is nearly done", she smiled sweetly before your mother in law offered you your daughter back, her little body resting against your chest as you took a sniff of her scent, feeling Mick hug you from behind as his hand rested on top of yours on Aurora's back, mouthing a thank you to his mother and sister as they managed to make everything feel a little less overwhelming.

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[ladylooch]

Can you talk more about Emma and Timo when she was pregnant with any of the kids! Those are my favorite kinds of stories I love seeing T be so protective and possessive of his wife and maybe bc she is pregnant and moody she finds him hovering and touching nonstop somewhat annoying or clingy since she is so independent but she would only thing that bc she is preggo any other time she needs his constant touching and groping 🤣😅

We rarely talk about Emma being pregnant with Livy, so lets look at that!

“Em?” Alyssa, Emma's assistant, pokes her head into her office. Emma looks up, slightly annoyed at the interruption. She is currently deep in months worth of invoices from a vendor who keeps overcharging for linens. No one caught it until Emma balked when she saw an invoice come through following a Devils foundation dinner.

“Hm?”

“Your husband is on the phone.” Emma looks away from the door to the blinking light of her office phone. “He says it’s urgent.” She sighs. Timo has been calling for the last hour and Emma has been consistently sending him to voicemail so she could focus.

“Thank you!” She says to Alyssa, then waits to pick up until the door is shut. 

“This is Emma.” 

“Baby! Hi! I’ve been calling you.”

“I know.” She says flatly.

“A- what?”

“I’m ignoring you on purpose. I am busy, Timo. Doing work." 

“Oh.”

“What’s up?” She rolls her eyes at his surprise.

“I.. um. I was going to see if you wanted to get lunch.”

“I can’t. I’m elbows deep in invoices and billing. I’m probably going to be here late.”

“Em, you worked late last night.”

“Yes, this is my business, Timo. I don’t have anyone to hand this off to right now. We are still looking for a new accountant.” 

“You need to eat too.” He mutters.

“I will eat. I brought lunch.” She snaps at him. 

“Don’t get sassy with me. I know you. You’re pregnant and need to be taking care of yourself right now. You’re in the third trimester and are going through a lot. Our baby girl is growing a ton right now.”

“I love when you tell me what I’m going through. Please mansplain pregnancy some more to the pregnant woman.” 

The line goes quiet. 

“Well, I guess I will see you at home later.” Emma winces at the dejected tone of his voice. She bites on her top lip, feeling her throat tighten. 

“Okay.” She says quietly. “Bye.”

It is dark when she gets home, after Lio’s bed time. Emma sets her work bag on the counter, looking around at the quiet downstairs. She is surprised that Timo isn't in the living room waiting for her. Her stomach growls, leading her to the fridge. She opens the double doors, immediately seeing a Chinese food take out container with a neon post-it note on it.

In case you or baby are hungry ❤️ Love you, T

She sets the white container on the stone, staring at his note. She knows she was mean to him this morning. She was stressed and overwhelmed and admittedly, hungry. She didn’t mean to snap at him. It just came out. But Timo still took the time to make sure she had dinner ready for her when she got home tonight.

Emma leaves the take out container where it is and heads upstairs to their room. She finds Timo with Lio in their bed. Lio is passed out on Timo’s chest. His thin brown hair is wild and staticky from his fleece pajamas rubbing against his dad's shirt. Timo glances at Emma as she comes in, but doesn’t greet her. Instead he presses his nose to Lio’s hair, focusing back on the TV.

Emma changes, getting into articles of Timo’s clothing that will fit over her big belly. Their daughter begins to shift in her belly. Emma pauses in the doorway of the closet, rubbing at her belly over where a little foot wants to protrude. 

“Thank you for dinner.” Emma breaks the silence. Timo nods in acknowledgement. “How did dinner go with Mr. Man?”

“Fine.” Emma bites the inside of her lip. 

“I’m sorry about earlier.” She murmurs, walking to the bed. “I was stressed out and took it out on you. That wasn’t fair.” Timo drags his blue eyes off the TV to her.

“Thank you for apologizing. Honestly, I feel like you hate me right now.” 

“I’m very… hormonal. I know it sounds like an excuse, but it’s true. I hate everything and don’t want to be touched and you’re unfortunately an easy target. I’ll do better.” She finishes as she sits down next to his thigh. Timo takes a hand off Lio, gliding it around the front to settle over her belly button. 

“This pregnancy has been so different than Lee's."

“Yeah, not sick but very moody.” Emma acknowledges. She puts her hand over Timo’s lacing their fingers together on their daughter. “I know it is hard for you. I love you. Thank you for being so patient with me.” 

“I’d do anything for you, babe.” Timo murmurs.

“We should explore that later when you put Lio to bed.”

“Oh. He is sleeping in his room tonight?”

“Yeah, mama needs a whole lotta daddy.” She smirks over her shoulder at him, then heads back to her awaiting take out in the kitchen. 

#tm: loving & leaving

[cosmica-galaxy]

Heya, I hope I'm not too late but is it ok if you write for Chopper Dave in the papa!grunts au? It's alright if you don't wanna do it ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠﹏⁠・⁠⊂⁠)

YESSS!! CHOPPER DAVE!!!! +Player has fem parts but is gender neutral +Set in Salty’s AU Tw: Pregnancy and non-descriptive birth mention, but choppy babe is there for you Q3Q – How you both got into a relationship was actually really sweet… It was your first mission when you and V2 were starting to set up your operation for SQ. You were assigned to save someone from being captured so that you and V2 could fly to your destinations that held your future missions. Upon beating the absolute shit out of his captive, you pretty much carried the target, which you learned was Chopper Dave, out of danger as V2 dispatched the stragglers. To say that Chopper Dave fell hard for you after his rescue was an understatement. He was very shy and tended to stumble over his words when you came around and the more your operation grew in power, the more he made it obvious that he had feelings for you. You could even hear how he would be teased by his comrades for having such an obvious crush on the local god-like celebrity. To which he would shush them when you would “obviously” walk into the cafeteria and say hello to the crew as the poor pilot tried to keep it together. He would even try to ‘appear cool’ when you were around. Like he would lean on something before accidentally falling over and making a fool of himself, much to his companions' roaring laughter and your sympathetic gaze. Pretty soon, you eventually began to feel the same as Dave finally got the courage to ask you out one day and you decided to accept to see where it went. The rest of the SQ crew were quickly surprised the moment he walked into the cafeteria holding your hand and flipping them all the bird as he laughed triumphantly. You both started dating for a while and every time Dave would try to be as romantic and polite as possible. Maybe it was because he was British, but you never mind his constant polite mannerisms and the light jokes about him crashing the helicopter because he’s too focused on your beauty. You were a sucker for compliments and cheesiness…and Chopper Dave was filled with them. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else after that. He was just…simply too charming. Soon, you two became an official thing and when you were both alone…you took the opportunity to “take him somewhere” for a “private mission”. To which Dave was eager to go on that “mission” every time he could. Which leads to this conundrum that you now both face. One morning, Dave found you absolutely making yourself sick in the bathroom and you made comments about feeling horrible. He panicked and rushed you to Skinner as soon as he could that day for a check up on your health. After numerous nerve-wrecking tests, Skinner appears before the couple and happily clapped his hands together in joy. “Well! This is surprising! But none-the-less…congratulations, Player! You’re Pregnant~!” The doctor announces happily, oblivious to the shocked expression that painted both of your faces. Dave could barely believe it. He was going to be a dad! The pilot pretty much performs a jig in place as he grows giddy from the news and then he gives the Player a hug from the overwhelming joy he was feeling as Skinner merely laughs in response. So not only did he find the love of his life, he was gonna get a little one too! During the first trimester, the both of you began to put together plans for a new room that you both would call your own and where you both would decide on adding an additional room for your little one. While you adored V2 a lot, now that you were together with Dave, and now starting a family together, you decided that it would be best for you and Dave to move in together and share a room instead. Which V2 didn’t mind much, it gave them much more room now that you were technically “moving out” from your shared living space in favor of being with your lover. So that was what you both started with the renovations. Dave typically stayed in the barracks with the others, but you felt that it was better to just build  a new wing for you and him to live in, as well as a new addition for your little one. Upon mentioning the expansion, both Q-Bert and Bossman were at your service immediately, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Of course those two smelt an easy opportunity for cash and you snicker in response. One benefit from being near-godlike is that you can manifest money however you see fit. So, with some spawned in stacks of cash, you paid both Q-Bert and Bossman to start the expansion project. You even teased that if they found some high quality items for your room and built it to your liking they would be getting MASSIVE bonuses. You and Dave merely chuckle as both the two raced off to get your request started as soon as possible. Once you were reaching your midterms, the new expansion was nearly complete and both Q-Bert and Bossman were pretty much in a heated competition with one another for the prize you set out for the both of them. But you and Dave barely focused on that. You two were simply now getting ready to decorate the new addition to your base, with Dave already eagerly and enthusiastically hanging paintings of things he likes. Like helicopters, planes, still art, and tea advertisements that he framed. You nuzzle your lover affectionately as you also assist in getting the furniture picked out and the child room decorated. You stitch some little blankets and outfits into existence by using your strings. Each one glowing with bluish hues and glittering colors as you continue with the furnishings. Finding decent furnishing was particularly challenging, as Chopper Dave was much more skilled as a mechanic than a carpenter. But Bossman and Q-Bert were happy to supply you with such items…for a price. To which you couldn’t help but roll your eyes once more in response. Still, you needed supplies and if they could take the headache away on where to get them, you would gladly pay them for the items. You even made certain requests for paints, toys, and age appropriate books if they could find any. Offering them more money if they managed to get some. So, while your little workers were going around and running your errands, you spent as much time as you could getting your new rooms decorated and your ideas in order. By the time everything was finally finished, cleaned up, painted, stitched, decorated, and furnished, you were entering the last leg of your pregnancy. Dave was growing more excited by the day as you merely laughed a bit as he snuggled against your belly and commented about how the “little bird” was growing more lively by the day. You couldn’t help but kiss your dorky little Brit lovingly as he rambled on and on about what he was going to do when they arrived. You figured he would be much more stressed out over becoming a new father, but Dave seemed to be surprisingly taking it in stride. Merely talking to his curious comrades about what he was going to do and projecting on what his little one would look like. “Who do you think they’ll look like? Me or them?” to which a lot of the crew would take their bets on what the kid would look like. You can only blush and adore your lover’s enthusiasm for becoming a new father. Then, the day finally arrived. You two were cuddled up in your shared bed when you found yourself waking up in pain and with a growing wetness in the bed. You shake your lover awake, who hilariously mutters out “5 more minutes mumsy…” before you get even rougher with your shaking. “Davey! Davey!! Wake up! The baby is coming!” You whimper out. Dave takes a moment to process what you said before he suddenly dives out of the bed, taking the blankets with him as he flails about trying to get the delivery bag you both prepared for this occasion out from under the bed. “OH BUGGER, YOU’RE SERIOUS!? We gotta get you to the medbay as quick as a wink then, love!!” Dave yells out, fighting off the tangle of blankets as you carefully get out of bed. Once the struggle is over, Dave picks you up bridal style and begins to carry you down to the medbay. Taking the elevator that you both put in for quick travel around the base, you both arrived in the medbay in no time at all. Skinner was still down there, seemingly treating some patients before turning towards the door after Dave called out to him. Skinner is quick to take notice of your heavy breathing and Dave’s worried expression that he swaps places with a medbay worker to take the much more important case. Skinner rolls over a gurney and Dave sets you down on it. In no time at all, you’re rolled over to the emergency section of the large medical wing and Dave remains with you the whole way. Even when Skinner was getting himself ready to help deliver the new demi-god into the world. The long and painful process was draining on both you and Dave, especially Dave’s hand–which was probably crushed from the strength that your grip had on it. Skinner worked in tandem with some medics to help you give birth as he worked carefully and gently. Then, with a final push, the young one was brought into the world. You fall back against the cot, panting and sweating from the delivery process as Dave looks on in anticipation as Skinner cleans and prepares the young one. Finally, the little one is wrapped up in a white blanket and is handed off to Dave, who accepts them with no hesitation. You lay there smiling as Skinner ushers the other medics off and draws the curtains closed so that you two may have a private moment together while Skinner checks on his other patients. You slowly look over towards Dave, seeing his cross turned upward in joy as he holds the little bundle in his arms. His hand then moves, grabbing a part of the blanket before pulling it back. Revealing the youthful little face underneath. A chubby little sparkling gray face greets him as the little one stretches and lets out a long toothless yawn in response to their father rubbing their cheek with his pointer finger. Finally, their eyes open and two large pupils with multiple colors swirling about in them gaze at their father curiously. Then, the little one makes a couple of high-pitched squeals of joy as they wiggle about in their swaddle, demonstrating nothing short of being a healthy and jolly baby. “There you are, little bird. Welcome to Nevada, I’m your old man…” Dave could be heard chuckling as he wiggled his fingers in front of the little one, enticing another happy trill to come from the baby. Then he points to you. “Do you know who that is, little bird? They’re your mum! Say hello to mumsy~!” Dave playfully says, the little one looking over to you and blowing a little bubble from their mouth as you couldn’t help but laugh from where you lay. Dave stands up and brings you both in close to one another. In which your lover nuzzles your head under his as the little one’s hands explore your face. “You did such a good job, love…they’re so beautiful…I love you.” “And I love you too, sweetie.” You both purr and kiss one another, surprisingly making the little one make a sound similar to ‘bleh’ in response. Enticing a new bout of laughter to come from you both. Both of you couldn’t be any happier that you were now a family.

#papa!grunts au #anon asks #anonymous #anon ask #My writing #madcom x reader #human!reader x madcom #madcom tag #y/n x madness combat #madness combat x reader #self aware m:pn au #madness combat self aware au #self aware au #Haxorus Imp #cosmica-galaxy #tw pregnancy #cw pregnancy #pregnancy mention

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Saving Grace

✨ All Previous Parts Here ✨

(sorry I got too overwhelmed going chapter by chapter)

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, mpreg), demon Kells, hunter Dom, Big Warning! Fear of miscarriage! (It's only a few minutes but keep yourself safe!), bleeding while pregnant, fear, scared boys, boys realizing how they feel, teasing, cuddles, careful Kells, surprising interruption, magic, secrets almost revealed, Tom being shady, Dom questioning everything, Rowena getting fresh, improper baby checking, mentions of hell, boys in love ⚰️ rating: mature

Keliphos was tired of nervously pacing in front of their bedroom already and it had only been half an hour. He couldn't make himself stop moving though. He hated not being part of the conversation but Dom had asked him to wait outside so he was. He'd do a lot for his mate- anything really. He just wasn't prepared for the rampant anxiety rushing through him. Especially because he knew his lover needed the space so he didn't have to mask his own worry. It was sweet because he knew the human was trying to protect him but at the same time it meant he thought he needed to. Fuck, love was confusing.

They'd gone so hard with each other the day before, Kells had fucked him rough and dirty from the shower to the bed and it didn't completely stop until later that night when he passed out from exhaustion. The devil had thought everything was okay because Dom said he wasn't in any kind of extra pain. It was the normal 'just took almost a foot of dick for hours' deep belly ache. Or so they had thought. Col had let himself drift as Dom slept and when they woke up the human was hurting and the nephalem could scent blood. Kells had felt different kinds of fear in his long life but nothing had ever knocked him so out of breath as when he saw red on his boyfriend's finger tips.

The day before he'd meant to show the omega a sliver of what he thought was his true self- they'd talked about his penchant for pain and torture and the kid had sworn he loved all of him. Perhaps even loved him more because of his darkness instead of in spite of it. He remembered Dom saying he trusted him with their child because of it, that his demonic side would be more protective or at least more willing to do whatever it took. They may never even get to that point because he let too much of it show and he may have hurt them… Shit, how could he love something so much he'd only known about for a few days? Why had he gone so hard?

He kept trying to tell himself it hadn't been too much blood, it definitely wasn't as much as Dom drank from him daily or anything. It shouldn't be enough to be a problem and yet he was scared. It was quite possibly the first time he didn't like seeing the Hunter covered in red. He was trying to think of anything else, trying to focus on the fact that Rowena had never shown up the day before and that wasn't fucking good. She always kept to her word. He couldn't stay on anything though, not when there was some magical shit going on with his mate and child behind him but he had to be good. He could prove to Dom he could be good.

After another ten minutes and another mile of pacing he was sure, the door finally opened and he turned so fast he smacked into Tom. They were both a bit startled but only because they were already so nervous. He tried to push past the witch but he grabbed him gently around both arms and kept him there. "What the fuck dude, let me-"

"If you don't settle you'll make him think he has to protect your emotions. Chill the hell out Col." The hidden goddess snapped softly and he took a breath. He didn't want Dom more worried for him. After a moment he met those silver eyes as relaxed as he could and the other ancient smiled. "They're okay. Strong honestly, and bigger than we thought. I didn't wish to add more stress so I didn't mention it but they're nearing a trimester of growth already."

That stopped the demon cold, he didn't think he was upset but it did mean he wasn't imagining things. His kid was growing at a rapid pace and his baby mama had no idea. Shit. He raised a hand to his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He wasn't sure why he'd been having headaches for the first time in his life but it was getting on his nerves. "But they're okay?" He whimpered softly and his Mitéra nodded.

"They seem as stubborn as both their parents. Or perhaps you're just egotistical about your prowess." Tom tried to tease to lighten the mood. He couldn't imagine what his family was going through, it was stressful enough for him watching who he thought of as his children be so scared. "I think you simply stretched him too much, or perhaps pulled free too soon. You already healed him, that was simply left over. Perhaps less… acrobatic relations from now on?"

Keliphos was surprised to see the witch blush but it made him chuckle. Tom didn't have to worry about that, after all that fear he wasn't sure he could touch Dom again until the kid was out. Fuck that. "Is he okay?" He asked after a moment. He didn't want his lover terrified or upset, but he could understand if he was pissed at him.

Tom looked away for a moment and sighed, offering the devil a small shrug of one shoulder. "I believe he's surprised at how scared he was. Like I said before, he wasn't prepared to accept so much into his life. He's already been through the fear of almost losing you twice, I think he's overwhelmed. Just be honest about how you feel, I think he was a bit embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?" The demon just didn't understand. Because he needed Tom to check him? He could have done that but he didn't have the same type of magic. He wasn't sure he could feel out a child, even with it being his own.

"Not that, he cried a bit. I think he finds it shameful to love or be worried over that love. Help him Col, don't make it worse." It was blunt and matter of fact and exactly what he would expect from him. Neither of them were great at dealing with other people but at least Kells could fake it a little better.

"Swear, I'll try." He sighed back, kissing the man's cheek as he passed. That was the thing, Tom had once been his parent but he was also Dom's and they both knew the demon would rather have his mate supported. It made him trust the witch even more. He took a step around him and pushed open their bedroom door to find Dom curled on the bed. He was under some thick blankets but his pale face was just visible and as Kells closed the door behind him the boy looked over. The second their eyes met the devil realized how pink his were and they started to well again as he neared the bed. "Shit Domie, I'm so sorry." He soothed, crawling up next to him. He laid on his side in a similar position so they could keep eye contact and hold hands between them. He focused his grace and tried to send another wave of healing through his omega but he was still learning.

"Don't apologize. I'm fine." The kid sniffled and tried to smile but it felt weak around the edges even to the human. "Sorry I freaked out like tha'. Jus' a little blood and I panic- great show."

Keliphos scoffed and moved closer, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's hand. "You were calm as fuck compared to me. I think there's a hole in Tom's floor." He cringed, trying to make his mate smile.

"I could 'ear yas. Dunno 'ow I got so scared Kells. We jus' found out." His voice went soft and small as if he was trying to keep their conversation a secret.

"I know. Me too." The devil sighed. "I guess we have to face it."

"Face wha'?"

"We're like… parents." Col joked, sticking his tongue out and scrunching his nose. He was thousands of years old but he'd never once thought of himself as an adult. Yet there they were, responsible for a very small life. "You loooove them." He still couldn't claim he was an adult though and he didn't plan to any time soon.

"Piss off! You do! Pussy." Dom scoffed, playing right back. His voice was wet and thick with emotion. His face was still pink and his sinuses stuffed. Keliphos could heal a lot but not if the boy just kept crying. He would wait and try to help his asthmatic bitch breathe when he was calm.

"Isn't that how we got into this? You calling me a pussy?"

"Oi, blaming me? 'Ow bloody dare yas. I weren't begging you to try and break me." He huffed back before blushing somehow pinker. He certainly had begged something exactly like that. "You is a pussy. Look at you. Wha' ya gonna do when our baby falls?"

"It'll be fine cause we'll live in a padded room."

Dom rolled his eyes but smiled something a lot more real. He tried pulling his mate closer by his hand, before he thought better of it and raised the mountain of blankets. The air chilled his naked skin and Kells stared a moment before finally wiggling against him. The nephalem had only dressed in shorts when he left the room, something he could grab and stumble into as he ran to find Tom so when they rolled together they were flesh to flesh almost everywhere. Kells would swear he could feel the omega even plusher but he wouldn't say anything.

"So a trimester aye?" Dom sighed as he pressed his forehead to his alpha's shoulder. He wasn't hiding but it was certainly easier to talk that way. Kells froze, his eyes blinking fast as he tried to process how he knew. "Tom talks louder 'an he finks. I told yas to stop 'iding shite but I get it. Tha's… fuck."

The devil pet soothingly down his spine but he wasn't sure what to say. It scared him too, he wasn't anymore ready for their babe than Dom was. "Don't worry, it will slow down." That… wasn't his voice and it wasn't Tom's. The demon had a knife in his hand before he even moved and he sat up enough to look around. He knew the voice though, he was just surprised she would appear in their fucking bedroom. "Hello boys, weren't you expecting me?" Rowena grinned, acting as if she owned the place when she took a seat on the bed behind Dom. She was beautiful as always but a little worse for wear. He just hoped Astaroth didn't know what they were after. "Oh you poor love, the wee one gave you a fright?" Her Scottish accent always felt thicker than her bright red hair when she was trying to ease someone's worries. For the Queen of Hell she was sweeter to those she loved than anyone expected but she learned the hard way to savor what she had. Poor thing. He tucked the knife back under the pillow and relaxed but he couldn't completely. If she was here that meant something was going on.

"I'm alright. It was jus' a bit of blood. Are you okay?" Dom asked as he looked up at her. He knew she was a friend to his family and even though he was a little shocked she felt it okay to pop in their room he didn't want to be rude to her. She was helping. Her dark eye makeup was still perfect but her hair looked tousled, her skin a little messy.

"Oh, did our boy go a mite too hard? He never has understood his own power." The way her 'r's rolled almost made it easier to handle knowing she was talking from experience. He didn't blame either of them but he couldn't help wondering… she had to be good. She winked down at him as his mate scoffed, he knew the demon wanted to reassure him but he didn't want to insult his queen. "Love makes all the difference. Now, shall we talk?"

"Did you find him? Are you okay? Did Astaroth find you?" Kells didn't mean to go overboard but he was worried. He wanted to save Ramiel without fighting. He genuinely wanted to save their revenge until Dom could join him.

Rowena's perfectly manicured hand disappeared under the blanket and Dom jumped. "Um… tha's not me belly luv."

"Oops! I overreached. There we are. Aren't you a lucky one Keliphos." She purred and Dom flushed hot. "Your father doesn't know, I found Ramiel locked away and managed to get him free but I'm not able to bring him to Earth myself. Astaroth used the cage Kells. I don't know how but… You're lucky you asked me. Before now I thought I was the only one who knew how to open it. I believe he has the Horsemen's rings, it's the easiest way to come and go. However, that means we have far more trouble than we thought." She huffed.

Dom was more confused than he could explain, of course he'd heard of some of these things- he read the books like any Hunter history buff but he assumed all those items would be protected. It didn't help that she was softly rubbing his belly and probably touching his boyfriend in the process. But it felt oddly calming and comforting so he didn't want to cause a fuss. He'd never had a mother's touch besides Tom and he wasn't sure if she was being sexual or truly just checking on the baby or possibly both.

"Thank you Row, seriously. Wait… you couldn't get him to Earth?" Kells asked, a pit forming in his stomach.

Suddenly the door flew open and Tom was standing there frazzled and holding a cast iron frying pan like a weapon. He looked ready to kick ass until he realized it was her and he relaxed. "Well your reaction time is getting slow with your age Tom dear." She teased him and he flipped her off.

"Are you alright?" He asked, moving closer to the bed. He knew better than most that she wouldn't normally be late unless something went wrong and with everything that was at stake he was anxious already.

"I'm perfectly fine, it took me a bit longer to spell the poor boy with protection and I… I was trying to free him." She sighed.

"But you just said-" Kells started to interject.

"I freed him from the cage but Astaroth trapped him in hell. Somehow he was able to lock his grace inside his vessel and chain that vessel to hell. I even tried taking Ramiel through Purgatory but it was no use. He starts to die the moment he attempts to leave. It's magic I barely understand." They all knew how hard that was for her to admit, she was the strongest witch besides Tom that anyone knew of and even then there were some things Tom bowed to her for. "I hoped perhaps you could help."

Dom looked up to Keliphos then to Tom, he thought she must be talking to one of them until Kells started to talk back to her. "He just fucking- no. Fuck that shit Row, respectfully. I'm not allowing my damn baby mama in hell!"

"Wait, fuck you Kells. Shut up! Ain't tha' me choice? I'm jus' confused! 'Ow could I 'elp? I barely know magic." He grumbled back but he kept his voice soft. He understood Col's fear. They'd just spent the morning thinking their child was hurt. He wasn't sure he even wanted to go himself and risk anything but if it was for Ramiel… if he could truly help he had to.

"I like the fire in this one, you did well with him Tom. And you, Kells… How did it feel having your wings back?" She asked and they all went silent. The demon knew his fellow ancient was surprised but he didn't know how to explain. He didn't even know how to talk back to her over something like that. "Dominic here is a dark magic null. Have you not noticed yet?"

Dom blinked slowly, his jade eyes looking up to meet hers. "Wha' you mean? Null? I been cursed Row, dark magic works on me." He couldn't understand what she meant. What the fuck was she on about?

"No love, Astaroth only revealed the truth of what you already were. It was simply a light magic glamor that hid your true nature. Think about it, you carry his babe inside you even though he's been cursed not to create life. The longer you two are together the more his angelic side is able to shine. You reverse dark magic just being near. I believe you are the only one who can save the angel my dear." The room fell silent. Everyone sat confused and staring except Tom who just looked scared.

"Wha' um… wha' you mean Row? I weren't born an omega. I'm 'uman. I'm 'uman." His voice broke, tears burning his eyes again. "Aren't I? Tom?… tell 'er?"

"I… I'll have to look into it. Don't worry though, we'll figure it out. I'm sorry Dom, I never want you frightened." The hidden goddess was terrified and everyone could tell. For once both Dom and Kells knew he was hiding something but they didn't push. There was too much happening for them to be at odds at the moment.

"I know." The boy whispered back but he was scared to say too much. He was just surprised his mate wasn't lunging.

"At least be content in the knowledge your babe is a strong one. About the size of a kiwi fruit. Lovely." The Queen purred, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh." Dom hummed, he was still too shocked to say much else. He wished he could be more normal and just get to focus on that but one thing at a time. "Fank you Row, I'd love to 'elp wiv Ramiel. Shall we?"

Keliphos arched a brow and wanted to stop time from moving. He couldn't stand the thought of his mate in hell but… it was his choice and he wouldn't piss the kid off. "Can we have a minute? Please?" He asked, nodding thankfully when the witches left the room. "Can you just give me a fucking minute? Just… please?"

He didn't have to ask, Dom was thankful for it too. He knew they probably needed to talk but instead his alpha pulled him flush against his chest and held him tight. He wasn't sure how they needed the exact same thing but it felt perfect, all he could do was breathe him in and let himself melt against his boyfriend. How could so much go mad so quickly? He couldn't even face most of it. For just a moment he tried to ignore everything else and focus on what good they had going for them. Their baby was healthy and big. "A kiwi… I wonder if it's fuzzy too." He tried to tease and Kells chuckled against his hair. For just a moment maybe time could stand still, if only so they could breathe and bond together.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

To anyone who saw this post before I fixed it? You didn't 🫣 it was an accidental click. I hope you enjoyed this! I know it's a little stressful but I hope still good. Sorry no kinktober post. How is Dom a null? What is he really? What is Tom STILL hiding? Can they save Ramiel? Keep reading to find out! Thank you 🖤⚰️

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[lgcbk]

⸻ NEW TRIMESTER ( plot call? tracker? ramble? all of the above really )

heyo.... look who's back from their disappearing act? now that i've finally survived the past few weeks of school, work, and life with lots of kicking and screaming, i can finally unleash the havoc that is bk on the masses i mean, get back to my regularly scheduled dash lurking and post a new trimester plot call! i figured there's no better way to start than with a new pinned post / tracker, so here we are. current threads and a plea for new ones under the cut. kthnxbye.

⸻ SPRING BOYS !* ( deadline june 17 ) *ty all for your infinite patience!!! i had planned to do a lot more but in an effort to avoid another overwhelmed moment, i think i'm going to cool it on my spring boy's plots, but i'm down for more non-event and trainee mission threads if anyone's still in need!

TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM ( activity / team match ) - @lgcyeonwoo GIVE & TAKE ( preparation / breathe ) - @lgcakio A FOR EFFORT ( activity / school's in ) - @lgcxnoeul TOUCHE ( preparation / breathe ) - @lgcseojin 'REFLECTION SOLO' - in progress

⸻ TRAINEE MISSION 013 ! ( pt. 2 )

minor leagues - @lgcjihan stunt men - @lgcsaem ( queued ! )

⸻ NON-EVENT THREADS*

RUN AWAY - @hyunsoolgc

*clean sweep! my hiatus kind of zapped my muse for a lot of old plots and i know a lot of threads cleared for the new trimester, so i've dropped all threads minus those that were close to being completed and new starters that were posted for me. if i missed your starter, or you want to continue one of our old threads just hit me up in the ims/disc and i'll update this asap. otherwise, if you'd like to plot up something new, a quick bk refresher is here & here ( will i ever finish a plots page? the world may never know - ) if you wanna brainstorm something up!

#( tracker. )

[balancedtranslocationdiaries]

23.01.23

First trimester has been tough.

I think there's a common misconception that you should just be grateful you're pregnant or can get pregnant. I'll be the first to admit I would roll my eyes when I heard a pregnant person complaining whilst in the trenches of IVF. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN AT LEAST YOU CAN GET PREGNANT??!??!!?!"

Now that I've experienced both sides, I can see how toxic and damaging this view is. It encourages silence and secrecy and regardless of how easy it was to fall pregnant or how difficult - for a lot of women first trimester sucks.

My mental health isn't the worst it's been right now, but pretty close.

I'm currently 12 weeks and 3 days pregnant and I've had indescribable fatigue since 5 weeks. I go to sleep at 8:30pm (and that's forcing myself to stay awake) because of the nausea that hits at 5pm each day and doesn't relent until I'm asleep. If I go to a social event (wedding, birthday, dinner etc.) I'm borrowing energy from the next day because the next day I'm catatonic and nausea hits harder. For example, I went to a wedding on Friday and 1st birthday on Saturday and spent the rest of Saturday and Sunday in bed or on the couch too flat to change the channel or even pick something worthwhile to watch.

I have no motivation to eat healthy as eating anything is a challenge and I have no drive to exercise because I have such little energy. This is doing a lot for my body image, guilt around giving the baby the right nutrition and fears around being able to fit into my wedding dress in November.

Each day feels like groundhog day. Get up, have breakfast, work, nap, work, go to bed. The want to do anything I used to enjoy (crochet, baking, reading, getting a coffee, seeing friends, taking Kevin to the dog park etc.) is too overwhelming, so I don't.

There are a few reasons I think I'm feeling so low. The first is my antidepressant (Zoloft) has been reduced on the advice of my GP from 75mg to 50mg. My obstetrician advised that it's likely I'm not experiencing any effects of the 50mg because of the doubling in blood volume due to pregnancy. My next appointment with her is 2nd of February so I'll see what the pros and cons of increasing the dose are.

I feel like a useless partner, friend and colleague.

Walking, running and creating (whether that's writing, painting, drawing, crocheting, baking etc.) has no appeal to me right now. I blame depression, anxiety and fatigue for this. How can I get out of a slump if I can't will myself to engage in any of my usual coping strategies?

IVF GUILT - I feel completely guilty that I feel this way at all. When someone asks how I've been going I lie and say "It was super hard at the beginning but I'm coming out of it now thankfully!" because no one asks that question wanting a genuine answer.

Feeling the same way day in day out makes me wonder if I'll ever feel better. My rational brain knows I will but it's really hard to believe that while in it. It also makes me doubt my ability to be a good parent. How can I be a good parent if I feel so sick and tired all the time?

I am genuinely over the moon grateful that my body is capable of growing a tiny human and that we get the oppurtunity to be parents. I would do this over and over and over again if that's what we needed to do.

My desire to be a parent and my negative experience of first trimester are completely different things and I want to make that abundantly clear.

I just felt like I needed to vent and I do so in the hope that someone else out there, feeling the same way or who has felt the same way before, feels validated and understood.

The reason I've deliberately mentioned 'first trimester' and not, 'pregnancy' in general, is because I have hope that things will get better as everyone keeps saying. Let's watch this space and see.

#firsttrimester #1sttrimester #pregnancy #firsttrimesterofpregnancy #mentalhealthstruggle

[renee-writer]

Loved Her First Chapter 38

AO3

The Mackenzie ‘s settle into married life and a month later announce the coming bairn to those who weren’t  aware. Toasts are raised to the Laird’s coming grandbaby and his and his Lady’s own coming blessing.

 

Claire gets bigger every day and Jenny looks at her with shrewd eyes one day. It is now three months since the wedding and Claire has entered her third trimester.

 

“Ye ken ye reminder of myself when I was carrying Michael and Janet.” Claire looks startled. Twins! She has always carried big. She was carrying Jamie Fraser’s children, after all. This was different but, she and Jamie had discussed the idea that maybe she was carrying a lad this time. Twins hadn’t  even… She giggles.

 

“Physician, heal thyself,” she murmurs as Jenny looks strangely at her. “Sorry, it is just I know that the younger and older a woman carries, the more likely she is to have twins. It didn’t even enter my mind.”

 

“Weel, ye have had a lot on it, with Brianna and all,” her eyes get huge and her hand covers her open mouth, “ the younger. Brianna? Ye dinna think?”

 

“Christ alive! Can you imagine? I will need to exam. It may be to early to tell but…”

 

“Ye need to be examined too, my sister.”

 

Claire nods. “Do you know what to feel for?”

 

“Me?”

 

“There is no one else I would trust more.”

 

Jenny blushes. “Aye then, I ken what carrying two feels like.”

 

She feels around on her bump. It doesn’t take long. “Well?”

 

Her good sister is smiling. “I pray my brother doesn’t  faint at the news and at least one is a lad.”

 

“Two? Only two?”

 

“Aye.” She grins as she helps her back up. “Just the two.”

 

“I was trying to prepare for one “ a breathless Claire replies.

 

“Dinna fash.” Jenny sooths. “Ye aren’t alone.”

 

That is right. They weren’t. They are surrounded by family. With a weary smile, she hugs Jenny. Now to tell Jamie.

 

She finds him in his study going over the books. He stands at her entrance and leads her to a seat, the most comfortable one in the room. “Sassanach, how are you feeling?”

 

A nervous giggle escapes. He tilts his head. “I am feeling a bit, ah, overwhelmed. Jenny and I discovered something today.”

 

“About?” She nods down to her bump, “The bairn?”

 

“Try bairns.”

 

“Bairns?”

 

“Two.”

 

His breath catches and a hand goes to the bump. His eyes suddenly misty, meet hers. “Twins, we are having twins?” She nods, her own eyes just as wet.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #omgbarbiegurl's and i's #loved her first #Chapter 38 #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom

[luciidsimmer]

Baby Prep is STRESSFUL *Whimsy Stories* S1 EP11

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Life has been good lately, but Opal & Geo have been living in blissful denial of their upcoming responsibilities. Taking cute pictures, feeling the baby kicking, and getting excited about entering trimester 3 of pregnancy! Everything but actually preparing for the baby! It looks like their hippie lifestyle, while beautiful, didn't prepare them for this stage.

One day Opal and Geo went out to buy a crib, they were so happy to envision their little one in it! Although, when they brought it home and had just enough room to fit it after moving the couch, reality hit Opal HARD.

'I can't raise a baby in this room' 'What if we don't have enough money to support our child' 'Im going to be a horrible mom!'

Opal's mind was racing with anxiety. 'Thats it' she thought, 'I need to fix this before the baby comes' and almost immediately Opal and Geo started to make renovations on the house.

Opal & Geo have now been GRINDING at their jobs. Opal's even selling her candles & Geo's flower arrangements to bring in some extra cash! Geo has been working a lot more and is building an addition on their house as well. It's go time for the Stone family, they're determined to give their baby the best life they can!

Between work and home construction, Opal feels completely overwhelmed and anxious. The baby hormones definitely aren't helping either. All she wants is to finish their house, get back to normal, and have their baby boy.

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[rianafying]

okay i had one of the most hectic weeks of my entire life, and it was a pass, it was a success. now it’s time for me to process everything and wind down. and plan out the next week, which will be a lot less hectic, but still quite a lot to do.

so i finished my trimester, got my grades back for all but one subject, and it actually went surprisingly well, i got the highest marks for the most difficult and lengthy assignment, so i’m quite happy with myself for that. once i get my grades for that last subject, i’ll be completely relieved. but it should be okay, the essays were decent. it should be okay.

right after the tri ended, i had my very first fashion show, it was crazy, but i did it, my models were great, i’m in disbelief, this was a dream come true, and much better than i had ever expected. amazing first experience. and i made rlly good connections with a lot of other designers and models and everyone loved me and I’m honestly in shock. from all that. wow what a show. everyone was so nice gosh. i feel like i did nothing to deserve this. but it’s done, it was amazing.

the fact that all that went so well makes me scared that now things will go horribly wrong to even it all out. something’s off and i can’t figure out what. i feel sad and out of place and overwhelmed even though the hard part is over and i should be in a good place rn. my skin has been giving me a lot of pain. it’ll take a while for that to get back to normal. and i’m also very low on money which will be okay in time. nothing to worry too much about. there will be an inspection at some point, and i will manage, hopefully. i’ll have to do my dishes, clean out my fridge, throw out the garbage, put new sheets on, fold and put my clothes in the closet and my suitcase, and generally just get my place to look okay for the inspection. i think i can manage. i’ll put some music on and get to it tonight.

i feel like i’m under a lot of pressure. i’ve felt like this before as well but it doesn’t make sense this time bc i’m literally not under any pressure. i’m on break and all i have to do is clean my place. also, i’m going to darwin, that should be fun, but everything is stressful for me, that’s just how i function. i feel like i’m this close to letting people down. i feel like i don’t even know who i am, or how to do anything. i like all the opportunities i’m being given but every opportunity is also a potential to let someone down. i’m barely getting things done, by the skin of my teeth. and i don’t even deserve to. i keep getting lucky with things. i’m so tired and scared, and in physical and emotional pain. my brain and my limbs are giving up on me. i’m just overwhelmed.

#personal #journal entry

[thenobodywriter]

My Top 5 WORST Pregnancy Symptoms (First Trimester Edition)

As my first trimester comes to an end, I decided I wanted to commemorate with a list of my top 5 worst symptoms this trimester. While I got lucky and did not vomit even once, that didn't stop my body from experiencing other not-so-pleasant symptoms.

NAUSEA That's right, despite not even vomiting once, I still got to experience the lovely precursor to it, nausea. It usually hit me as soon as I woke up, and though I would go to the bathroom right away, I stared at my toilet in a will-I-won't-I manner for what felt like forever. Nada. Nausea would follow me throughout the day, and even when my stomach was growling there were times I had to eat but was overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to vomit instead. Some things would even trigger my nausea. Like my anxiety, bacon being cooked, and my morning cup of coffee. It was often tragic since I love 2 of those 3 things.

ANXIETY Speaking of anxiety triggering my nausea, another symptom (that was already preexisting) I got a lot of was anxiety. Though I know this more than likely won't be exclusive to the first trimester, I can tell you for sure that it got much worse due to my rising hormones. I'm talking about random bouts of inconsolable crying, and when my partner would ask me what was wrong, I would shake my head. "I don't know" I'd say. He would lay in bed with me for hours to keep me calm while I struggled to breathe and get it together. I haven't had another anxiety attack for about a week, and let's hope I won't for a long, long while.

BODY IMAGE ISSUES Prior to my pregnancy, I was (am) a plus size girl. For a good chunk of my life, I experienced yoyos in weight loss and gain (Though mostly gain). I used to crave being skinny almost more than anything. Enter: The body positivity movement, and I wanted to accept my body so badly instead of fighting it, but when I just couldn't I decided to attempt body neutrality. It wasn't until a few years ago that I reached body neutrality and realized I don't have to hate my body, but I don't have to love it either. It did as it was supposed to, it ate, it slept, and it got me from point A to point B. Unfortunately, during my first trimester, I have struggled with maintaining my body neutrality, especially after being marked a High-Risk Pregnancy and told I can only gain up to 11 lbs for my whole pregnancy. It's been a daily battle when it comes to eating, and I cried when I couldn't fit into my jeans anymore as of last week.

FATIGUE As previously mentioned, I was labeled a High-Risk Pregnancy, and part of my pregnancy plan is to get physical. However, I have a work-at-home job that keeps me stationary, and while I would love to go for a walk around my not-so-pedestrian-friendly neighborhood the constant fatigue has me knocked out as soon as I log out from work. I get embarrassingly winded going up or down stairs, washing dishes, taking a shower, or walking to the car (to give a few examples). Even though I'm plus size, prior to pregnancy, stairs were no difficult feat for me, and I could do any task a skinny person can do just as well. As I get ready to enter my second trimester I can feel the fatigue beginning to fade away, and hopefully, it doesn't return until the 3rd trimester.

INSOMNIA I know what you're thinking, "How are you sleeping constantly and experiencing insomnia at the same time?", and let me tell you how it's a mental circus in this brain. At night, I'm usually so uncomfortable (I sleep on a mattress on the floor at this point in time, we'll pretend it's oh-so-Montessori of me) that I'm up tossing and turning and watching TikToks to distract myself from my achy body or anxiety. Since I'm up so late and wake up at 5:30AM for work, by the time I log out my lack of sleep has caught up to me and when I turn around to see my bed it looks like a lumpy haven of comfort. As soon as I lay down I'm out for the next 5 hours and thus continues the cycle of insomnia > fatigue > nap > insomnia.

I understand that some of these conditions were preexisting or are the result of some of the preexisting conditions, but I guarantee that they have worsened with the start of my pregnancy. Despite these unpleasant symptoms, I've still been so excited. I can't wait to meet Urie/Eurie (that's their nickname for now) and see what kind of person they grow up to be and play my part in their journey.

Thank you for reading the first edition of my top 5 worst pregnancy symptoms. As you know, there are 3 trimesters, and I will be writing only 2 more editions of this listicle, so follow along and see what the next two trimesters unfold.

xo, L.

p.s. If you're currently pregnant or were previously pregnant, what were your worst symptoms? Did your worst align with mine?

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[mommy-in-the-making]

A New Adventure

Finding out that I was pregnant was one of the most exciting and overwhelming experiences I've had. There were a million thoughts running through my head as soon as I saw that double line, from what do I do next to what kind of mother will I be? These are a couple things I did to prepare myself for this new life changing event:

Take a deep breath: I felt such a mix of emotions when I found out I was pregnant. I was in shock, and then I went into excitement, and then to anxious. Taking a breath and thinking about what I wanted to do next helped me clear my mind so that I could focus on what was going on in that moment.

Telling my partner: As soon as my wonderful boyfriend got home, I told him the news right away so that we could decide what we wanted to do as our next step together. I think by including him right away really made him feel like he was a part of the process and could be informed about my health and anything I needed to do.

Scheduled a prenatal appointment: I waited about a week after missing my menstrual cycle to tell my family doctor and schedule an appointment. We wanted to be absolutely sure that it wasn't just a false positive or a late period. My doctor is also really amazing. He's been my doctor ever since I was a baby, removed my IUD when I was ready to start trying to get pregnant, and will be there for me when I'm ready to give birth. I think that having a good relationship with your doctor or OBGYN is the top most important thing when you're going through this process.

Started to take care of my health: I started to take pre-natal vitamins right away as well as trying to change up my diet. Taking care of your health is essential during pregnancy. Although my body was telling me to eat or not to eat certain things I tried to make sure that I was eating a healthy, balanced diet, getting regular exercise, and avoiding things like alcohol and unhealthy snacks.

Shared the news with loved ones: When I was ready I told my closest friends first, the people that knew that all I wanted to be was a mother. It felt so good to have their support during the earliest days of my pregnancy. We waited to tell our parents until after our first ultrasound so that we could give them a picture as a surprise, and let me say it was hard to not tell them right away, especially when I knew that my mother wanted to become a grandma so badly. But now we're so happy that they know and that our families want to support us with everything and anything they can offer.

Educating myself: There's a lot to learn about pregnancy, childbirth, and parenting. As soon as I found out I was pregnant, I watched video after video and read articles and downloaded apps to track my own progress. Even talking with friends of mine and family members about their experiences has been really fun and eye opening about becoming a first time parent. The two apps that I recommend are Premom and BabyCenter.

Taking it one day at a time: I've just finished my first trimester and everyday has been a learning experience. I'm learning things about how my body is changing and how I can stay healthy. I'm also enjoying it for what it is day by day. The appreciation I have for my family and the love I have for my partner, all of it together makes every day worth it and a day closer to meeting my little one.