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i saw the sign and had to act

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Baby Fever [Emily x Reader]

Photo Credits Left and Right (@meditando-en-paris) Center (@emily12o1970)

Prompt: The reader asks Emily if she wants to have a baby together. While this is a surprise, Emily has a little question of her own for the reader.

Pairing: [established relationship] Emily x Non-BAU!reader. The Reader uses she/her pronouns 

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 6.8K

Content Warnings: Slight angst, talk of getting pregnant, food and alcohol are mentioned, implied intimacy, discussion of politics. If I missed any, please let me know.  

A/N: Hi all! I’m so sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted any fics in a while. The end of the semester has been wildly busy. However, I return with an Emily fic for @imagining-in-the-margins March and April writing challenge. I made my own prompt that is, a member of the couple isn’t sure they’ll make a good parent; they are reassured by a friend that they will be perfect. This is a continuation of my Moschino and Muddy Water series. You can find parts one, two, three, and four here (linked) You can read this as a stand-alone as well, you just need to know the reader works for a senator. This story kind of humbled me and challenged me as it took a long time to write and I needed to do lots of edits on it. But that is a good reminder for me. Writing can be hard, but it is worth the result to see you can come what you can come up with. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Love Levi - ❤️

List with all stories 

y/n = your name 

y/s/t = your skin tone 

_y/f/s_ = your favorite scent

Emily walked into the living room of her apartment. y/n and she had recently repainted it a neutral beige that Derek had described as “sad sand” at brunch with Penelope, Spencer, JJ, and Will last month. y/n had nearly choked on her drink as he made the remark. It had been y/n’s idea to repaint their space to a more relaxing color. When y/n had suggested it, Emily had said, “Oh, what brought this on lover? Wasn’t it you last week who mentioned the security deposit on this place?” Em liked teasing y/n about these things because y/n was always a little more impulsive about things. Their dynamic remained light despite the hectic nature of their jobs. The ability to relax and joke in their off time kept both y/n and Prentiss sane. However, they were good at reading each other, most of the time. When things felt heavy or the job was pushing them to the edge of a breakdown, the jokes and teasing went out the window. 

Only once had y/n made a joke in poor taste about a case that Emily had not yet fully described, and the tall brunette had snapped. y/n had looked at her girlfriend with shock. Prentiss never spoke to her in this tone nor with the angry expression she had on her face. The silence in the room after Emily's outburst was deafening. Emily instantly felt guilty for how she had reacted. Prentiss cleared her throat and tried to apologize, but y/n said, “Save it. I need a minute.” y/n had moved back to their room and closed the door, and burst into tears. ‘A minute’ turned out to be a long sleepless night for the couple. y/n tossed and turned and wondered if she was overreacting and what she had missed about Emily when she came in with her go-bag. She had seemed fine to y/n as she came in with a smile and normal attitude. Meanwhile on the couch, Emily wondered why she had reacted with such venom. y/n was only trying to lighten the mood, and she hadn’t said how horrible she felt. If she had, Emily knew y/n would hug her and kiss her and make her feel better inside of cracking a joke. Prentiss sat up and looked out the open window onto to the street as a few cars drove by. Emily wondered what brought those driving out so late. Who were they and where they were going? She wondered if they were happy. She slumped back into the couch cushions and missed the warmth of y/n’s snuggled up in front of her and the cool feel of their sheets over them. 

In the morning, both Em and y/n had gotten up at the same time. Prentiss moved into their room which she found unlocked. y/n looked up at her. Em could see that she had been crying and the lack of sleep on y/n’s face. Before Prentiss could say anything, y/n stated, “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m sorry for how I acted. Immature and like a child. You didn’t deserve that.” Emily dropped her head and replied, “I’m sorry too. It was wrong of me to shout at you like that. You were just trying to make me happy.” y/n swallowed and said, “I was, but I must have been missing something. Would you tell me about the case, or what caused you to act like that?” 

Prentiss nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed taking y/n’s hand in hers. “Yes. Let me explain. Thank you for giving me the time and care to listen.” After a long conversation, the pair set up some boundaries about not keeping things inside after cases for Emily and taking time to check in after she got home for y/n. y/n knew Emily had been acting okay, but in reality, she wasn't. y/n noted that if she was in Emily’s shoes, she might want to laugh after work and a case and y/n thought Emily might feel the same way. So after they had talked and kissed and made up, they both felt a bit crusty and decided to take a shower together. 

It felt wonderful as Emily’s strong hands moved down her y/s/t’ed shoulders and back. The soap suds moved down y/n’s back and Prentiss rubbed them over her lush behind and thighs. y/n sighed into the touch. When Emily had finished rinsing y/n off, y/n turned and had Em face the water. y/n placed a dollop of her shampoo that smelled of rose and juniper berry in her palm. Prentiss smiled as y/n’s fingers brushed through her silky dark strands of hair massaging her scalp and then making sure that all of her locks were coated in shampoo before turning Em to rinse off her shoulder-length hair. After a few more minutes the water started running tepid, and y/n and Emily got out and dried off. They spent the rest of the Saturday morning lounging around and getting coffee from the fancy place two blocks over. It felt lovely to be back and not have an argument hanging over them. As y/n opened the door for Prentiss, she thought about how they worked together. They had their moments and arguments like any couple, but all in all, they were steady. It seemed that steady was something new to both of them, and it made them happy and secure in one another. It had made y/n so happy and secure that it had got her thinking about roots, about the future. 

A few weeks later, y/n woke up early and realized that Emily was up. She snapped her laptop shut. The sound had Em turn around and look at y/n with just a hint of concern in her dark eyes. y/n smiled and got out of her seat saying, “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” Emily’s face broke into a soft smile and she replied, “I slept well. I love it when you’re the big spoon. It makes me sleep like a baby.” y/n got up and wrapped Em in a hug and whispered in her ear, “Well, I’ll have to do that more often then.” y/n inhaled her smell and tried to hide the blush on her face before pulling back and saying, “Do you want some breakfast and coffee? Or maybe a mimosa. I feel like cooking something if you want.” Prentiss nodded and said, “I think I could go for some blueberry or chocolate chip waffles if you’re down to make them.” y/n nodded and replied, “Of course. What are we feeling for drinks?” Em let out a small laugh and said, “Well, how about I make us lattes and you pop open some prosecco? We’ve still got juice in the fridge too. I’ll get the glasses.” y/n nodded knowing that Emily didn’t like popping corks --  a quirk that y/n thought was so cute. Em turned away to get the fluted glasses for the mimosas and while her back was turned she considered how y/n had been acting the last few days. It was like she was holding some secret. When y/n’s computer was in front of her, y/n always seemed to close it quickly or move it so she couldn’t see the screen. It wasn’t only that. Sometimes she was on the phone and talking quietly to someone she didn’t know. The pit in Emily’s stomach grew. And yet when she looked back at y/n who was humming her new favorite song while pulling eggs out from the middle row of the fridge. 

This was so unlike y/n to hide things from her. When it had first happened, Emily thought that maybe y/n was cheating but that wasn’t something that y/n would do unless she had really misread her girlfriend and their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. This bothered Prentiss because she was planning on asking y/n to marry her in a month on their second anniversary. Even if things weren’t good with them, which y/n’s behavior indicated otherwise, Prentiss was uncomfortable with y/n hiding things from her. Em had a good way of feeling out people, and y/n had seemed more excited to be with her recently, so all of the messages both verbal and nonverbal were throwing her for a loop. Prentiss was going to talk to JJ and Penelope about it on Monday to see if they had any insight into what was going on. At this point, y/n and the rest of the girls on the BAU were thick as blood. Em took a breath and decided to not let her self-doubt ruin their relationship. She had let that happen before, and even though it had turned out to be a good thing, Emily didn’t want to do that here. She loved y/n, and she knew y/n loved her. If y/n needed to tell her something, Emily knew she would, even if it was something difficult to hear. Prentiss fixed her face and took a breath before setting the glasses on the counter for y/n who leaned in and gave her a kiss before she moved to the coffee maker. 

y/n started mixing up the waffle batter. y/n didn’t like keeping things from Emily, but this was such a big subject to even bring up, and she wanted to have all of the facts beforehand. Not so that she could try and argue her point with Emily, but so she was sure it was what she wanted. But the more y/n looked at their options of getting pregnant, the firmer y/n was about her desire to start a family with Em. It was a conversation they had had before. A shared desire to have kids and raise them in a house full of love and tenderness that neither y/n nor Emily had had as children growing up on opposite sides of the globe. So the topic of wanting kids wouldn’t be a shock, just how quickly y/n was bringing it up. And if Emily said she needed more time, y/n would wait, but she couldn’t deny that her baby fever was growing thanks to JJ’s pregnancy and some recent laws passing. The whole idea made y/n’s stomach flutter in both delight and worry. Thankfully y/n was almost ready to tell Em, and again there would be no secrets to hold, just a future to plan, whatever that looked like for them. 

         The following Monday at work, Emily found Penelope in her office with its room full of screens and trinkets. Prentiss smiled at how Garcia’s personality shone through wherever she was. Em found the tech whizz inspirational in that way and many others. Garcia was busy typing something on her laptop and Emily had called her name twice already. Without any other options apart from pulling the plug on one of Penelope's babies, Emily tapped her on the shoulder instead. The genius shot out of her seat and Prentiss was eternally grateful that Gacria wasn’t holding one of her large cups of soda. “My God Emily, are you trying to get me out of my skin?” Penelope retorted when she had caught her breath. Em smiled and said, “It was that, or pull the plug on your computer. I thought you’d appreciate the latter. I did call your name twice.” Garcia let out a shaky laugh and said, “Okay, well lord, I have to stop listening to music so loud when I’m at work. Hotch got mad at me for it once already and somehow he’s always right because I don’t want to be scared like that again. So what brings you to my cave today dear? Need me to cast a love spell on you?” Prentiss laughed and replied, “Well I’m okay on that front. A clarification spell might be more in order. Are you back on the RPG game again?” Garcia blushed and said, “Maybe, maybe not. Anyhow, does the team need my presence?” Em nodded her head no, sat down on the ledge of Penelope's table, and said, “Not right now. I was just wondering if y/n had talked to you recently. She’s been acting kind of strange in the last three weeks and I just wanted to know if she has something planned?” 

Penelope was buzzing in her seat because she had an answer but had promised y/n that she wouldn’t say anything to Emily about it. y/n had discreetly asked around the office if anyone knew someone who had IVF treatments before and would be willing to talk candidly about the process, how much it cost, and the pros and cons of the procedure. The only other person who did know someone who had gone through In Vitro Fertilization was Rossi, but Dave didn’t think that person would want to discuss such an intimate part of their lives with a stranger, even if it was a friend of his. However, Penelope had a good friend named Shayla back from her college days who was now a happy single mom and had moved to the Virginia area last year for a new job with her little boy. y/n had met Shayla once before, and when Garcia brought her up as a possibility, y/n almost begged her to ask Shayla if she was comfortable talking about the long process. When Pen brought it up in their next catch-up call, Shayla happily agreed to share her knowledge. She had done plenty of research before deciding to move forward with having a child on her own, understood the great sacrifice and fears that could come with it, and was happy to give any helpful information she had. Of course, this conversation had prompted Penelope to ask y/n why she was asking and y/n had revealed that she was thinking of asking Emily to have a baby with her. Garcia had freaked out, jumping up and down in excitement. y/n had to stop her from running out of the room and shouting at anyone that her friend was getting pregnant. Once the blonde analyst had settled down, y/n took a breath and said, “Now Penelope. I know you’re excited but I’m just in the research stage which sounds calculated when I put it like that, I haven’t told Emily about this yet and I need to be sure I feel confident before I spring this on her. Could you please please, please not tell her?” Garcia nodded seriously and said, “My lips are sealed. I pinky promise.” y/n let out a sigh of relief. 

But as Garcia was faced with Emily now, it wasn’t as easy as telling y/n her secret was safe. It was threatening to burst out of her seams and she needed to come up with an excuse fast or risk losing a dear friend in y/n. Penelope cleared her throat and said, “Hey, Em. I kinda stayed up all night playing that game and well as you can see I’m running numbers for Stan’s team….” She gave her best pleading eyes that seemed to work on everyone. Prentiss let out a soft laugh and replied, “Alright, What flavor do you want grape, Cola, or orange?” Pen smiled brightly and said, “Orange, please. You are a lifesaver!” Emily patted her on the top of her blond head and said, “Well just hope Hotch or JJ doesn’t call a new case while I’m gone. You should get someone to install controls or something on your system at home to stop you from staying up twenty-four-seven.” Garica scoffed, looked at Emily’s retreating form, and said, “Baby, if anyone could crack into my harddrive, I’d let them.” As Emily moved out of the office and toward the 7-11 to get Penelope’s soda, she felt relieved. Not that she fully believed nothing was happening with y/n, but if the team hadn’t noticed anything, then, it made her feel better. Once Emily was out of sight, Penelope whipped out her phone and texted y/n: “Emily is asking questions, baby girl. I’d start thinking about asking her soon or she might find out what you’re doing.” 

The week moved by quickly with lots of paperwork for Emily and the start of a new campaign cycle for y/n who moaned about it as much as possible without being annoying to Em. It didn’t help that the senator y/n worked with had gotten themselves into another scandal that was rocking their office and party. When y/n was going on a rant about corruption on Friday night Emily hugged her from behind, kissed her temple, and said, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I know it’s annoying, but you're good at your job even if it’s a bad system. But that doesn’t make you bad.” y/n relaxed into Prentiss’s embrace. y/n let out a sigh and said, “I’m sorry for going off. I know it’s annoying.” Emily nuzzled her face into y/n’s neck to relax her further as she whispered, “Don’t apologize y/n. Work can be agonizing sometimes, I know that as much as anyone. If it bothers me I'll tell you. Now, how about we do something fun tomorrow? We could get brunch at that place we like in midtown. You know the place where you asked me out officially?” y/n’s face broke out into a smile and she said, “I’d love that Em. Sorry if I’ve been a little distant right now. I’ve been thinking about some things and I want to share them with you in the morning. It’s nothing bad or anything, but something I just want to discuss with you. You’re everything to me love, and I’m so happy we’re together.” Prentiss’s heart fluttered knowing that y/n was finally going to tell her what was going on. Her words were reassuring, that it ‘wasn't’ bad’ or ‘anything bad about her,’ but even so, her nerves sang inside as they both headed to bed. 

In the morning, y/n woke up slightly early for a Saturday and got into a hot shower. She washed her body in _y/f/s_ed body wash. She then moved to her hair and shampooed and conditioned it. Lastly y/n shaved so her legs were smooth. When she stepped out of the shower, Emily was up. y/n walked into their room in a towel, and Em looked up from the bed, Her brown eyes got wider and she said, “Well, good morning, love?” y/n smiled and said, “Morning sweetheart.” y/n dropped her towel, and lazily crawled on the bed. Emily followed her with her eyes and her tongue slipped out of her mouth and wetted her lower lip subconsciously. y/n grinned and moved over Emily’s body and kissed her gently at first and then with more passion. Em snaked her hands around y/n’s hips. Once y/n’s tongue was slipped into Emily’s mouth, her fingers moved to y/n’s hair and tugged it gently at the root. After y/n and Prentiss were desperate for air, y/n pulled away and moved onto her knees before saying, “Maybe we should get dressed or we’ll miss brunch sweetheart.” Emily whined and said, “Do we have to?” y/n laughed and replied, “I think so. I’m in need of a good mimosa and waffle. Plus, we can get right back to this when we get back if we want.” Emily sat up and brushed her thumb over y/n’s jaw before saying, “Alright love. Give me a few minutes to get ready and we can go. It’s good if we go sooner though because you know how crazy that place gets after 11:00.” y/n nodded in agreement as she moved to the closet to pick out a spring dress and some matching jewelry while Emily used the bathroom and vanity to get ready. Emily chose a pink jumpsuit that fit her curves perfectly and was strapless showing off her lovely shoulders and neck. 

y/n and Emily got to the restaurant before the big rush and were seated outside at a quiet corner table surrounded by a fence and hedge that gave the space a cool and calm feeling away from the bustle inside and the rush of cars outside. A waiter came and got their drink orders and while he was there, Emily and y/n also ordered pain au chocolat. Emily got a glass of white wine and y/n got a pomegranate mimosa, and they both got coffee. The lean man noted what they wanted and moved away. The wait time at this spot was longer giving people time to relax and talk. y/n looked at Emily wondering if she should start the conversation. Emily returned y/n’s smile, her face looking radiant in the glow of the midmorning sun. Prentiss shifted in her seat and said, “You’ve been looking so happy the last few days. Whatever it is you have to tell me I just want to say I’m so happy to see you like this. I wish every day could be like this. That there wasn’t the stress or worry of our jobs looming over us. But you make me feel safe and seen every day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

Once Emily said the words aloud, the idea in her head sprang so full and bright that she felt like she might be bowled over by a small breeze. The idea had been there for a few months but she hadn’t planned it. Certainly hadn’t even dreamed of it being like this, but it felt so right. When she looked over at y/n who was clearly saying something, Emily thought for a brief moment that she might be looking at the sun, blinding it it’s light and radiance. Prentiss cleared her throat and mind and finally heard y/n repeat, “Are you alright darling? You were in your own world there for a second.” Emily nodded now knowing what she was going to do and said, “Yeah I’m good. I just had an idea. So I suppose I have something to tell you too. But you go first. What was it you were wanting to tell me today that you’ve been so secretive about?” y/n blushed and felt better now that they both were going to say something, though she had no idea what Emily had up her sleeve. y/n replied, “Well why don’t you go first.” Prentiss shot back teasingly, “No you first.” They repeated this one more time before they both blurted out at the same time: 

“I want to have a baby with you.” 

“I want to marry you.” 

When Emily and y/n both registered what the other had said they were stunned into silence. y/n felt her chest tighten with emotions that threatened to bubble over. She composed herself first and asked in awe, “Emily Prentiss, are you proposing to me right now?” Emily took a shallow breath in at what y/n had said about wanting a baby and y/n’s question and, she said, “I am, sweetheart. It just felt right right now. I don’t want to spend another day without you being mine in the most real way possible. Time just goes by so fast and as soon as we know it we’ll both be grey and have bad knees. We’re both gone so often from each other so I’d like you to be mine if you’re willing to be. y/n, will you marry me?” Emily got out of her chair and onto one knee. Again she was glad they were in a quieter part of the restaurant. y/n nodded her head yes and fell to her knees next to Em embracing her in a hug and saying, “Yes, Oh of course I will. I love you so much, I want my whole life with you.” They both stayed there for a moment on the brick floor before Emily raised her head from y/n’s shoulder wiping her own eyes of the salty liquid at her corneas before pulling back and helping y/n to her feet. They hugged properly with a tight embrace that said they would never be apart for longer than they had to be, and even when they were apart, they would still be together. Em pulled back and said, “I’m sorry I don’t have a ring for you, but it just felt right to ask you now. I promise I’ll get you one that’s just perfect.” y/n smiled and said, “I know whatever you pick out will be perfect love.” She leaned in and planted her mouth on Emily’s and they both let go of each other with a feeling of lightness and ecstasy that neither had expected this morning in bed. Just as they both sat down, the waiter returned with their pastries and drinks on a tray. He set all the plates and glasses down and said he’d be back in a bit to see if they needed anything else. 

Once he had gone, y/n and Emily raised their glasses to their engagement and y/n said, “To the best fiance I could ever ask for!” As they clinked glasses Em added, “And to my favorite person in the whole world.” They both took sips of their drinks and what y/n had said resurfaced to the front of Prentiss’s mind after the euphoria of y/n saying yes to her proposal dimmed slightly. Em leaned forward and asked, “y/n you want to have a baby?” y/n flushed and nodded sheepishly. Suddenly talking to Emily about this made her feel nervous. With a steadying breath y/n replied, “Not just a baby Em. I want to have your baby. I’ve been researching reciprocal IVF. Looking up what the procedure is like for both parties, how expensive it is, and where there are clinics nearby that we could visit and consult with. I even went as far as talking to some people who’ve done it before to see how their experience was for them. That’s what I’ve been researching for the last few weeks. And I know this sounds so fast. Like I’m rushing. I don’t mean to pressure you into making a choice now or next week or month or even year. I just want you to know that I’d love to build a life with you. A life that might include children in the future if that’s something you're interested in. I just wanted to have all the facts I could about what that would possibly be like before springing something this big on you” Emily absorbed the information and took a sip of her drink. She said with a smile, “Look at you doing your research. Not that you don’t research, but I think we’re rubbing off on each other. You’re making me more comfortable in making big moves like proposing while I’m making you research a topic as much as possible.” y/n laughed and said, “Well, I guess that makes us pretty compatible, huh.” Emily chuckled and continued to think about what y/n had just said. 

It wasn’t something they had talked about recently, but children was a topic of discussion they had had and it made Emily relieved to know that y/n left that secure in their relationship that it was something she was seriously thinking about. Now that they were engaged, it only made more sense, even though y/n couldn’t have known that coming into today. For a moment Emily pictured y/n cradling their baby, and then a toddler running around their apartment, and the child grown up and going off to school. Prentiss pulled herself from the film playing in her head. As lovely an image as it was, it was a lot to think about. She lifted her eyes up to y/n’s nervous gaze. Prentiss moved her right hand to y/n’s and held it across the table saying, “I think that’s a beautiful idea y/n. It is a lot to think about. I do appreciate that you’re comfortable enough to tell me something that’s really important to you. Would you mind if I give it some time to think through?” y/n squeezed Emily’s palm and replied, “Take all the time you need love. There’s no rush.” Prentiss felt a surge of warmth move through her not associated with the fact that she was sitting in the sun. Having someone as passionate and who understood her so well was the best thing that could have happened to her. Emily did wonder if something had prompted y/n into her desire for children. She’d never been one to have baby fever before now and the shift was interesting to her. 

Emily watched y/n sip her drink and relax in her chair a bit. Prentiss asked, “Sweetheart, what sparked your desire for kids if anything? Or did it just sort of happen?” y/n sighed and said, “It’s been coming for a while I think, but things have made it speed up for me I suppose.” Emily nodded her head as if to say, “Keep going, love.” y/n placed her palms flat on the table and continued, “I guess that so much crazy stuff has been happening in the country recently. I know you know that. We both do as we work in the government, but the upturning of Roe V. Wade and all the crazy abortion bans popping up all over the place. I suppose I just don’t want to be too late. Like one day we both decided it was time and by then we didn’t even have that option. I don’t mean to sound melodramatic or to push you in any way, we have time, it’s just made me prioritize some things in my life that I hadn’t given too much thought to before now. I mean if Alabama can almost stop IVF then I’m afraid of what might come after that. I suppose having a child became more important to me the more things like that happen here.” 

Emily gave a soft smile, she could more fully see where y/n was coming from and it made sense with her personality. Em moved her hand across the table and stroked her cheek gently before saying, “That makes sense darling. I’m going to have to think about it for a while before we do anything, but maybe when we get home, you can tell me a bit more about the process, and the cost. If we commit to something like this we’re going to need to be saving for some time.” y/n chuckled and said, “Take all the time you need darling. We can save money for that and a wedding too.” Emily paused and said, “Do you mind if I don’t tell the team right away about the engagement? I just want to get a ring and have it be a bit more put together because once I tell them, we’re going to be swamped with questions from JJ, Garcia, and Rossi.” y/n snorted and covered her mouth at how accurate Emily was. She could picture that conversation happening and how Garica would pounce on Em and then how she’d get ten calls for Penelope and then some texts and another call from Dave congratulating her. Since y/n had gotten to know the team more, Rossi had become a father figure which made her heart warm. y/n replied, “Yes, of course sweetheart. That will be a day to remember. Almost as exciting as getting to say yes to you Mrs. Prentiss.” 

Shortly after this their waiter came back and got them a second round of drinks and they ordered some plates to share. The weekend flew by as always, and Emily showed up at Quantico with an excited air about her. The team slowly rolled into the bullpen on work days like they normally did. Em and JJ passed through security at the same time, and JJ who was now very pregnant asked Prentiss, “You seem preoccupied today. Is something up?” Emily tried to stay cool and said, “Nope, well apart from the fact that y/n and I had a late night last night.” Em gave JJ a wink and JJ shot her a sly smile replying, “Well that would make you pretty tired I suppose.” Emily laughed and the two women moved up to their floor. Prentiss hadn’t been lying about y/n and her last night. They’d spent a few pleasurable hours both in the shower and the bed solidifying their bond. Telling one truth and omitting two others felt better than a flat-out lie. Emily was a mix of emotions today and it did make her feel and perhaps look different which she was trying to hide. She was incredibly happy about the unofficial engagement but nervous about y/n’s question. It was more than a question, it was a whole new part of their life if they pursued it. Emily spent a good deal of the morning telling Spencer and Penelope that nothing was wrong and that she was fine but tired. Even Aaron gave her a look saying that he knew something was up. But Hotch didn’t always have the time for gossip and he trusted and knew Em enough that if she was having a serious problem, she could come to him anytime night or day. By lunch time, Prentiss felt a little bit more emotionally drained than she had coming into work. She hardly noticed Derek sneak in behind her to use the microwave when her leftover pasta was finished reheating. 

Morgan said over the hum of the microwave, “So you told Spence and Garcia everything is fine and you gave Hotch that look that it’s all cool and they left you alone, but you're one of the most put-together people on the team and something is off. Keeping secrets is a burden and I’d think you’d like at least one person to know what’s playing in your mind on repeat. Listen if we go on a case or something then it might make you slower. Would you please tell me what’s going on? I won’t tell anyone else. You know I’m also good at keeping a secret.” Derek’s appearance startled Emily, and she jumped at his first few words but calmed quickly as she listened more intently to what he was saying. She bit the inside of her lip. The problem was she knew Derek was right and somehow that bothered her. However, Morgan would be as good a person to tell as any. Their bond was strong, but not as interwoven as the rest of the team. And he was good at keeping quiet. Prentiss deflated slightly and decided to be honest with Derek saying, “Okay but this stays between us, please?” Morgan nodded his consent and indicated for Em to continue. Emily thought of the proposal but knew the issue that was bugging her was what she should say. Finally, she stated, with a slow caution, “y/n wants to have a baby with me.” 

That response was far from what Derek had been expecting, and he blinked a few times just to ensure he’d heard correctly. Slowly a smile crept to his face replying, “That’s amazing, Em!” Emily nodded lightly and Derek was confused as to why she wasn’t showing the same joy he was. He cleared his throat lightly and asked, “Do you not want that Emily?” Prentiss let out a long sigh and said what she’d been thinking about since last night: “I do think I want kids in time. And y/n and I have talked about that before now. We talked about it before we became serious.” Derek was confused by her hesitation and asked, “Is y/n like, rushing you into this?” Emily nodded no and replied, “No not at all. She knows me too well for that. She did a bunch of research beforehand and told me there wasn’t any rush. And also that if kids wasn’t something I was interested in she and I could talk about it.” This reply left Derek even more confused and he scratched the back of his head. Finally, Morgan asked, “So, why are you upset exactly?” Em came out with it and said, “What if I’m a bad mom? I can see y/n being the most loving and caring parent in the world, but my track history with my mother just doesn’t indicate that I’m going to be that competent a parent.” 

When Emily got to the point of contention, Derek couldn’t help but chuckle, and Prentiss lightly slapped his board arm and said, “Don’t laugh at me, Morgan.” Derek managed to stop his chuckling and say, “I’m mainly laughing at your wording, Em. I don’t think any parent would say they are ‘competent.’ And if you’re going to question me on that, ask Hotch if he thinks he’s a competent parent with Jack or JJ with her baby. I swear no one has it all figured out.” Emily was still hesitant and Derek continued, “Emily no matter what you decide it’s going to be the right thing. I know you and y/n won’t jump into anything, but if you ask me, I think you’ll make a fantastic parent.” Emily could tell that Morgan was no longer joking and she asked, “Why do you say that?” She was genuinely curious to hear how he would answer. Morgan leaned against the wall and replied, “Well you could just call it intuition, but the other sign to me is how in tune with yourself and y/n you are. You notice things about everyone, especially y/n. If you decide to have a kid together that will be the most loved child ever. You may not have it all figured out, but with how much you care about each other, I know you and y/n will figure out the rest. You’ll be a great Mom Em.” Emily felt her heart warm slightly and the original image of a child running around her and y/n’s apartment, or the park, or a variety of other idyllic scenes came back in a rush. She knew this wasn’t always going to be the reality, but she felt encouraged and replied to Morgan, “Thanks, Derek. I appreciate that. And thanks for letting me ramble.” Derek smiled again and was happy to see Emily happy. He said, “You got it Em. And my lips are sealed.” Emily felt much better the rest of the day having one person know what she was thinking about. It helped so much that after she had talked about it, she found it much easier to work. 

It was a few weeks later as Prentiss had found the right ring for y/n, and she and y/n had talked about breaking that set of news to the team that Emily came up behind y/n who was standing at the kitchen counter. Prentiss hugged y/n gently from behind and said softly in her ear, “y/n, I want to try. I want to try for a baby with you.” y/n froze and then turned around slowly in Emily’s arms and said, “Really?” Emily nodded and replied, “Really baby. I want some time before we go for it, but I want to be with you.” y/n felt her eyes well with tears of happiness. Her life had felt so empty and barren before she met Emily. Now life felt so full. She was getting married to the best woman ever, and they were planning a family. A lot was yet to come in their journey, but for now, everything was perfect. As the tears started rolling, y/n mouthed, “I love you so, so much Emily,” as she leaned in with her tear-stained face and kissed Em with all the love she could give. Emily wrapped her arms around y/n and kissed her back. Yes, time went quickly, but together they would make the most of every minute there was between them and the family they were planning.

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[briarpatch-kids]

It's that time of the month, I get to play "am I sick because I have every disease or am I actually pregnant this time!?" The game that's somehow more frustrating than menstruation!

I'm really hoping it's this month because I'm both impatient and also because the baby would be a Halloween baby if I carry to term.

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[thegeyisshowing]

Oh, baby chapter 2

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Wife!reader

Fluff level: 10000000%...Angsty but also the best kind of tooth rotting love.

Warnings: smut, mentions of TTC and pregnancy struggles

Chapter 2: Trials of love

In the slow passing time that followed your revelation, the farmhouse you shared with your wife became a hub of excitement and anticipation. You poured over books about pregnancy and ate all the right foods. But days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. One negative after another. You started losing the excitement and started gaining sadness.

You knew it wasn't Larissa's fault as just to be sure with her shape-shifting abilities that she had good numbers. Which she did. But the problem wasn't her, it was you. You felt awful. Every test you had taken came back with another single line, making you feel even more broken.

"Darling, it's not your fault." Larissa cupped your cheeks with her hands and wiped away the few tears that had stained your face. "But it is! You don't get it, Rissa, it's MY body that won't work!" You pulled away from her and backed up against the wall, holding yourself while you cried so hard that you started to hyperventilate.

Larissa knew you were having a breakdown. She had seen it from you before. The uncomfortable panic and anxiety that your brain tried to trick you with. She quickly kicked off her heels and slowly walked up to you. Kneeling down in front of you where you had slid yourself to the floor.

"My love…" was all she had to say for you to crack and leap into her arms. "Shh, that's it. Let it out honey." She rocked you in her arms until you calmed, and then scooped you up off the floor and carried you into your large bathroom. She sat down on the stool next to the big claw foot double tub and started the water. She did it with ease without letting go of you in the process.

She stood up and walked over to the bathroom counter and set you down while still standing in front of you. She gave a silent look, asking permission to undress you. You just nodded your head. As soon as the two of you were undressed, she turned off the running water and gently lowered you into the bath.

She stepped away, and your eyes filled with panic. "Calm now, my love, I'm not leaving." She reached into the drawer next to the sink and pulled out a lighter and lit three of your favorite smelling candles. And dimmed the lights low. Slowly, she walked over and slid in behind you into the warm water.

You allowed her to pull you back against her, and she peppered you with kisses. She started at your shoulder, then your arm, working her way around to your neck and up to your cheek. She slowly turned your head and gave you a long, deep kiss, wrapping her arms around your waist and holding you tightly to her.

"I love you, Y/N Weems." She told you softly and kissed you again. "No more tests, no more scheduled sex or temperature checks. None of it. It will happen when the goddesses above deem it to be honey." You let out a shuddering breath at her statement. Your shoulders are relaxing more than they had in weeks, and as much fun as you have had baby making, it felt like work, not love, and you were tired.

You relaxed in silence as your wife washed your hair and then hers, taking her sweet time pampering you properly. She drained the tub and stepped out to grab a towel, then helped you up and wrapped you in a towel and scooped you up again. She set you down on the bed and brushed your hair, and braided it just the way you liked and slowly removed your towel. "No babies tonight, just love…" she whispered into your ear.

She laid you back onto the bed and lifted one of your legs, peppering kisses from your ankle to your upper thigh and down the other leg too, causing a bright red blush to envelop your pale skin. Straddling you, she kissed your navel and trailed up to your breasts, kissing and giving little nips and squeezes. She ran her fingers through your hair and attacked your neck and jaw and soon caught your lips. You were breathless with desire for her touch. When she said love, she meant it with all her being.

"You are so gorgeous, darling." She said as she slid herself back down to your center. Giving the slowest lick to your folds with her tongue, your hips bucked up greedily to meet her now steady movements. Your voice went hoarse, and you moaned her name. "Rrr-rissa I'm close don't st-stop…" you moaned wildly when she started to suck your clit and held your hips in place. She slid two fingers in with ease and started hitting just the right spot to send you over the edge with a scream. She continued to suck and slowly milk your orgasm until you started to come down.

You laid there breathless for a few moments before flipping her onto her back and straddling her now shifted member. You looked at her and sank down into her hard cock. A moan escaped both of your lips as you took her fully and it didn't take you long to get into a rough pace with her. It was hot and dirty and you both were dripping with sweat. It only took a few more minutes for you both to hit the edge and climax hard, both of you screaming each other's names.

You rolled off of her and onto your back, panting and trying to catch your breath. You closed your eyes and let the euphoria envelop you, so much so that you didn't notice your wife getting up and walking to the bathroom. She quickly cleaned herself up and brought back two wet rags for you. She sat back down and cleaned you up, starting with your legs and core, then swapping rags and cleaning your face and torso from the sweat. Once she was done, she pulled out two bottles of water from the bedside cupboard and held one to your tired lips.

"Drink darling," you happily did so, and once half the bottle was gone, you pulled back and closed your eyes again. "Love you too, Rissa." Larissa ran her fingers over your cheek and drank some of her own water. She laid down, pulling you into her warm body and pulled the covers over both of you. As she wrapped herself around your sleepy but blissful self, she couldn't help the smile that filled her heart, and the two of you fell into a deep slumber.

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[codfanficedits]

Winter days.

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!Reader

Summary: Gaz doesn't want to circle around your relationship status anymore

Wordcount: 5363 | Rating: M (18+ only!)

Warnings: Male infertility, reader wants to get pregnant, talk about children, reader is insecure and projects it on relationship, two idiots in love trying to navigate through a relationship, going from friends with benefits to lovers

A/N: I never write for or about Gaz, so he might be a little OOC. However, this idea came to me and it seemed to fit him the best.

It was the holiday season, Christmas was coming up, and your leave got denied, together with Gaz. Not that you really minded that of course. You and Gaz had been, more than friends, but never really an official couple, and you liked it that way. Out the corner of your eye you saw him come over, handing you a hot chocolate before sitting down next to you with his own.  He shuffled a little closer to you before finally putting his arm around you. “You looked cold.”

You happily accepted the hot chocolate, not protesting either when you put his arm around you.

"I was cold." You admit, and Gaz felt as a human furnace, radiating his warmth.

You place your head on his shoulder, before you close your eyes. "This is nice."

Gaz smiled and nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was funny how he went around the camp in a tank top 90% of the time, but in the winter he liked to bundle up and cuddle.

"It is... I'm glad you're here," he whispered in your ear, his voice being low. "Not just now, but in general. You make me... happy."

He leaned his head closer to you, looking at you with his beautiful eyes while his fingers traced patterns on your skin.

While the two of you never officially entered a relationship, you did belong together, and you never looked at another man after you met him. After all, the two of you did all the things people in relationship do, from sleeping together to going on dates. You just never named it.

"You make me happy too." You murmur softly

Gaz's fingers moved to your neck, caressing the skin there softly. He leaned down and kissed you passionately before pulling away.

"It's been... months... since we started this," he murmured, kissing you once more before sitting up straight in his seat. He looked at you, his eyes piercing into yours. He took care to not come off as forceful, but he wanted to take this relationship a step further—or at most establish a label so you guys weren't so vague about it.

You enjoyed his touch, his kisses. You didn't enjoy the talk he wanted to start. Whatever you had going on, didn't have a name, and you were fine with that.

You took a sip of the hot chocolate he had brought you. "Correct." You answer. "And it is working perfectly fine, isn't it?"

He raised his eyebrows at your reluctance to engage in a conversation he deemed necessary. "How do you define perfectly fine?" he asked pointedly. "Because to me, that would mean having some clarity on what we're doing, on what we are to one another."

"So I'm asking you, to tell me what we're doing here. Are we in a relationship?"

Gaz was stubborn and you knew he wouldn't let it go until he had some clearance, and you couldn't really blame him for that.

You took another sip of your hot chocolate, before you put the mug on the coffee table. For a brief moment you considered to change the subject, but you knew how persistent and stubborn Gaz could be.

"I don't know." You answer. "We sleep together, we fuck, and then we stay for breakfast too. We take each other out on little dates, I buy your favourite snacks when I'm in the store." You added. "And that is going perfectly fine."

Gaz was not pleased by your answer and he made that much clear by furrowing his brows and crossing his arms. "Well, yes, obviously that's going 'fine.' But I'm not asking about what we do together, I'm asking about the context of our relationship."

"Are we exclusively seeing each other? Are we just friends with benefits? Are we..." he trailed off, hoping you would finish his sentence for him. "Are you dating anyone else? Do I need to be worried about anyone else?"

You raised an eyebrow at his question, and at his body language. You could tell he was getting agitated by your answers.

"Dating someone else?" You repeated. "I have my hands full with you, and I don't even have enough time to think about someone else." You mused as you leaned back against the couch.

You tilted your head a little bit. "You don't have to worry about anyone else. I don't like men enough to tolerate a second one around me and I like you too much to fuck someone else."

Gaz's brows furrowed even more at your answer, but this time it wasn't due to anger. Just general confusion. "So you care about me too much to sleep with anyone else? But not enough to... y'know... commit to this relationship?"

"Are you saying I'm just a means to an end for you? Something to keep your bed warm on a winter night?" He sighed and looked away, his expression a combination of hurt and anger. "I really hope what you're telling me isn't true."

There you had it. A consequence of your vague answers.

You let out a sigh before you took his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you.

"Communication, my tall boy." You answer. "I never once said you were just someone to keep my bed warm in the winter."

"All I'm saying is that I enjoy our time together." You said, before you pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm worried that when we label it, things go to shit and all of the sudden you're Gaz, my ex-boyfriend."

Gaz didn't say anything for a moment, still feeling a bit confused by your answers. "And you don't have to worry that we'll be 'exes' if we don't actually make it official?"

"We've already established that we enjoy each other's company and that we're not seeing other people. So what difference does it make? I mean, why wouldn't you want to... be with me?" He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice, but it slipped a bit. "Do you not see a future here?"

You could hear the hurt in his voice and it broke your heart a little bit. "When I look in your eyes, all I see is my future." You answer.

"It is not like I don't want us to be together. It is more than I am worried that if things change it will get awkward and stuff." You tried to explain.

Eventually you ran a hand through your hair. "Fuck it." You muttered. "I am worried you'll leave me if we're a couple, and if whatever we have doesn't have a label, I can convince myself a breakup wouldn't hurt."

It was like a gut-punch, hearing about your insecurities and your reasons for not making the relationship... well, a relationship. And your thought process was completely understandable.

"Do you really think I'll leave you if we finally decide to make things official?" he asked, looking at you intently. "When is the last time I've ever left your side for any reason outside of work? When have I ever made you feel even a little bit of doubt that I would be loyal to you?"

"I know it's not fair to project my insecurities on you like this. And you've never given me reason to doubt you, or whatever it is that we have going on."

You took his hand before you looked at him. "I'm just afraid of losing you."

"I'm afraid of losing you, too," he said after a moment of silence. "But in my eyes, not wanting to risk the relationship we already have by making it more is ultimately the thing that will tear it apart. I don't want to be a casual fling, and if I was, I wouldn't have spent the better part of the last six months getting to know you and hanging out with you outside of that."

His voice grew quieter, his eyes filled with emotion. "I don't want a superficial connection, and I thought you felt the same way, too."

You placed your hand on his cheek, softly caressing the rough skin. "I am sorry."

"I want us to be more too." You eventually said. "I really do."

"I just don't want things to change between us. I want them to stay the same. All I want to change is that I can introduce you as my boyfriend."

"And I just want to call you my girlfriend," he growled playfully, nuzzling his head against your hand. "Is that really too much to ask for?"

"And things are bound to change as time goes on—that's a fact. They change no matter what. Hell, I'm surprised we've managed to remain as un-official as we are for half a year. That's longer than most of this camp has dated for, and I thought you and I had something special."

A slight pout appeared as he looked up at you, waiting for an answer.

"Then you can call me your girlfriend." You said with a soft, small smile. "We do have something special." You answered, before you kissed his pout away.

"That was why I was so afraid to fuck things up." You added softly as you took hold of your hot chocolate again, taking a small sip.

Gaz's eyes got wide, not expecting that response. He placed his hand on yours, taking up the small cup and placing it back on the coffee table.

"Does that mean... we're a couple now? Is that you saying yes and agreeing to finally date me?" His voice was a combination of surprise, disbelief, and joy.

"God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that!" His eyes were glowing.

"Hey." You protested softly. "I was drinking that."

"But yes. I think it is time we finally make it official, can't have some new recruit flirting with you because I'm afraid of putting a label on us." You added with a slight teasing in your voice.

"And who is going to flirt with me now?" he chuckled as he looked around, as if searching for a potential suitor just so he could put them down before they even tried. "Because even though we weren't official and I couldn't technically call you my girlfriend, I did want to be possessive over you."

"I will flirt with you." You answer while you give him a playful nudge.

"You were all possessive over me." You reminded him. "The last time we were in a bar to celebrate a mission, some poor bloke tried to buy me a drink, and you just had to stand behind me. Towering over the both of us, and I saw the look you gave him, and it nearly scared me."

He laughed and kissed your temple, knowing that the only reason you were scared was because you thought he would act on that look. "It's funny you brought that up, because I was thinking of decking him for daring to hit on my girlfriend who wasn’t officially my girlfriend."

He gave you a small nudge with his elbow before leaning his head on your shoulder. "So I don't know why you think a label would change anything. I'm going to keep being possessive over you, but in a way that will hopefully make you less scared. Hopefully being the key word."

"I nearly got a free drink and you were thinking about decking the bloke." You laughed.

"I don't mind you being jealous at all." You answered. "As long as you don't kill someone, I'm okay with it."

You ran a hand through his hair. "The next time we're allowed leave. I want you to take me to England. To the city you grew up in."

"You almost got a punch to your nose, more like," he quipped back. "I don't care about the free drink. I don't like to share."

He thought about where you had said you wanted to go, and smiled. "I think that can be arranged. I always wanted to take someone special back there..."

"I was thinking of going back there after this rotation," he continued, "it's been a very long time since I've been back home. I hope you do enjoy it, because it means a lot to me."

"I hope I enjoy it too." You answered. "And I think I would like to meet your mother." You added quietly. "You've told me a lot about her and I think I would like her."

"Trust me, you'll love her." He nodded, before chuckling.. "You may have to deal with my sisters as well, though."

He took a deep breath. "I think that if you meet her... it might just get you a pass to meet the rest of my family, but you're going to have to deal with being called my future wife by everyone."

You let out a quiet chuckle. "Don't worry. I can handle that."

"After all. If you ever met my parents, my mother’s first question would be when you would give me a child." You sighed.

"And my grandma would try to sweettalk you into taking your shirt off."

"Wow." In one fell swoop, you had managed to make all of his insecurities about meeting the family just disappear. Even the ones that he had yet to think about. And he wasn't sure whether to laugh or groan.

"I mean, if you think I'd enjoy having your grandma try to flirt with me," he said with a smirk. "But your mother? That's... a difficult answer to give. Children are a... touchy subject for me, let's say."

You pulled a sour face. "Please. Do not. Flirt with grandma.”

You tilted your head at the mention of children, sitting up a bit more straight. "Why?" You asked, as you deemed it important to know as his girlfriend

He gave a soft chuckle in response to your comment, before your question cut his amusement off. His expression grew sad as memories from his past filled his mind.

"...I'm sterile. I've never told anyone before, to be honest. It felt like... it was too hard to talk about it. Like I was ashamed about it." Gaz let out a deep sigh before he looked up at you, giving you his best smile through the emotions that were threatening to take over.

"But I'm telling you, because I trust you and I want you to know my truths."

"Oh."

You pulled back a bit, letting his answer linger in the air. You had always wanted to be a mother at some point in your life, it was how you were raised, you adored children.

Your hand automatically went to your stomach, resting there, before you looked at him again. "That is.. that is quite important to know." You eventually said. "How did you find out?"

The look on your face was the one he had expected, and he winced at it. He knew deep down he was right—it was important that you knew, and he just hoped you would accept him for... for him. He never thought he would love someone so much, to the point that even his biggest insecurities and flaws felt like they weren't worth worrying about, because you loved him despite them.

"I was diagnosed when I was in my teens. It... it's a genetic thing. A condition I inherited from my mother that caused my sperm count to be too low."

You took his hand into yours, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Is it impossible to conceive with your sperm count? Or would it just be really hard?" You asked, your head slightly tilting to the side.

It felt as if you had to choose between him and your desire to be a mother someday, and it was breaking your heart.

"Almost impossible," he responded with a sigh. "I've seen studies that show there is a chance I could conceive naturally, but the odds would be so heavily stacked against us that most specialists would just outright advise against it."

What really tore at him was that he knew how much you loved kids and how much you wanted one, something he had planned to make a reality for you. "I know how badly you want a kid someday, and I feel so terrible that I can't give you that... even now I'm wondering if you are still going to love me after this conversation."

You took his large hand to your lips, pressing a soft, sweet kiss on the back of his hand.

"Thank you, for sharing this with me." You eventually said. "I can imagine it must be very hard to say this, especially when you know about my maternal instincts."

"But I still love you. And when the time is there, we will work something out."

"What if you can't live without a baby? What if it's something you absolutely need in your life, but I can't give you that?" He asked, his tone coming across as worried as he looked down at your joined hands.

"I would hate for you to eventually end up resenting me because this issue prevents you from getting what you want... I always imagined I would have children someday, too, and it hurts me just to think that you might not get to be a mother just because of me."

You placed the back of his hand against your cheek, softly leaning into the touch.

"We can adopt, foster, maybe by the time we're ready there are some medical procedures we can try. IVF or something, maybe if you're comfortable with it we can look into a donor." You answered.

"I would rather be without child with you, than be in some sort of stupid relationship with a child and without you."

"You know, I have thought about these things before, and I do think that IVF is a great option," he nodded, "but I have had this nagging feeling that our future children would have to be my blood. I don't know where that thought came from and why I feel such a desire about it, I just can't get it off my mind."

"Maybe I am just overthinking it, and it's all for nothing..." Gaz muttered.

"But the fact that you'd rather be with me than anyone with a child, just makes it even harder for me to bear."

You nodded softly. "I get that. If the roles were to reversed I probably would've felt the same way."

"This. This might be a little crazy, and you're allowed to say no." You started.

"But we've been dating unofficially for six months and now we've finally decided to make it official." You added.

"My birth control has to be renewed next month. What if I quit it? If the chance is small we won't have to worry, and if it happens. It happens."

For a moment there was silence as he processed what you were saying. He wasn't sure what it was that he felt, but it was somewhere along the lines of shock, surprise, fear, and worry.

"I'm not sure that's something we should do. As much as I want a child, I don't want one yet. As much as I do not think it will happen right away... I still just don't want to risk it."

"And... what if you get pregnant? Are you ready for that?"

"it is in my blood to raise a child." You answered with a shrug of your shoulders. "So I don't really worry about it."

"But. I do appreciate your honesty, and then I'll just renew it, no worries.” You quickly added.

"It was just a silly idea." You said with a meek smile

The response that you gave worried him even more. "You’re what? 26, you're smart and independent. You're not just a baby maker and raising a child is a huge responsibility. It changes your entire life and needs to be done right."

"How can you not be worried?" he sighed as he shook his head.

"Do I see you as a mother? Yes, eventually. But not now. Please don't try to make the choice for me. You mean too much for me to risk something happening."

"I come from a family where woman had children in a lot of different situations. From women being single mothers, to the father being in jail and everything in between. In the end it always worked out.

You frowned at his words. "I am not making a choice for you. I just asked your point of view, and when you expressed some valid points. I told you that I would renew my birth control." You said, your tone a little too sharp

"And I come from a family with a long lineage of military members who all had children after getting married." He said, his tone matching yours, as it felt like you were getting angry about the entire subject matter.

"You can't just shrug off my concerns, it's almost like you want me to say yes to you not using birth control so you could get pregnant." He scoffed

"You say you want to have a child in the future, but I don't understand your rush for it. We aren't even married yet!" he said, almost annoyed now.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Oh my god." You groaned. "All I did was give you an option on this! I asked your opinion, you gave that opinion and I listened to you. What more do you want me to do?" You snapped back.

"And besides. Its 2023, you don’t have to be married to have a child." You scoffed.

"An option that should not have even been presented to me!" he said with a hint of harshness to his tone. "Don't you get it? This is a huge decision and you're making it sound so simple and easy when it really isn't. I haven't even met your family yet, we just got official together and you want to risk it all by getting pregnant now?"

"Is that all you care about? It's like... it's like..." His voice trailed off.

"I. Don't. Get it." He said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh well I'm sorry." You hissed. "You decided to drop a goddamn bomb on me a goddamn hour after we became official. In those six months we've been.. whatever the fuck we were. You never mentioned it once!"

"And maybe I rushed. Yes. I'll admit that. But you said yourself it would take such a long fucking time to conceive, and maybe my mind jumped to thinking in solutions." You added with a harsh tone.

You got up from the couch. "You know what? Forget about this whole conversation. I need some time alone to cool off." You scoffed as you walked away.

He was about to say something when he saw that he had said too much and it had been far too much for you. He couldn't help but sigh as he saw you storm off, and he wanted nothing more than to run after you.

"Love..." he mumbled to himself. "God damn it..." he muttered as he looked around the room for at least a distraction to help him process what had just happened.

You let yourself drop to your bed, letting out a frustrated groan in your pillow. You had never wanted this conversation to escalate into this.

You pulled out your phone, fingers hovering over the screen before you typed your message.

"Still love you. Just need a little time to cool off."

With a soft sigh you hit send to Gaz. You never wanted your emotions to ruin whatever it was the two of you had.

A text back came almost immediately.

"I love you too. I'm sorry. Please come back to me when you're ready."

"And don't just run off and ignore the problem," he mumbled to himself. He thought about calling you, but he thought that, at least for now, it would be better to give you space to process your own emotions and figure out if you were actually ready to talk about the conversation.

"God, I hope this doesn't ruin things..." he sighed. "I hope you don’t resent me."

You took your time to calm down, staring at the ceiling, as you tried to process what just happened. After nearly thirty minutes you finally get up from your bed.

You saw him sitting on the couch, and you walked up behind him, wrapped your arms around his neck as you pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"I know we have to talk, but I want you to know that I still love you and want to work things out, okay?" You whispered in his ear before you let go off him and sat down next to him.

The warmth of your embrace was exactly what he needed, as it instantly took the weight off of his mind. He felt his whole body relax as he reached over and grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him.

"I know we do," he said quietly. "I love you more than I can really put into words. I honestly thought that I was going to lose you today, and I don't want to ever come close to that point again."

"And I want you to know that I wasn't saying no to a child, just that it's... not time yet."

"I know. I know." You say softly, a meek smile on your face.

"First off. I’m sorry for walking off like that. I can get a little hot headed and then I might say things I'll regret once I've cooled off. So I walk away to calm down." You explained.

"And secondly, sorry for bringing up stopping with birth control. I was on some sort of pink cloud and that made me only see the nice part of things. It was stupid to even mention it and I never wanted to give you the feeling that I was forcing something upon you."

"Oh... you don't need to apologize," he mumbled, rubbing your hand softly. "You weren't forcing anything and I understood where you were coming from. It was mostly just... I don't want you to think this entire relationship is centered around this one decision, and how it turns out."

He looked at you and tried to push a small smile.

"But I'm proud of us for being able to have this conversation. I'm proud of you for speaking openly about your thoughts on this, and I'm proud of myself for being able to do the same."

"I get it." You sighed. "I really do."

"I just.. the way you reacted.. it did make me nervous if we were compatible with each other." You admitted. "In my perspective I gave you an option, you gave your opinion and I realised it was a stupid idea. And you just kept going on and on, talking about it was all I cared about."

"It's because it scares me," he said softly. "Of course I still want a child someday, but it's such a life-changing decision. And then you threw it at me and I don't know... for a moment it felt like you didn't take me into consideration when suggesting it because it's really not the best time to go through with it."

"But... don't get me wrong... I understand that you have your own wants and needs. It's just... I never wanted to be the sole reason the relationship falls apart."

"Truth be told. I didn't take you in consideration." You admitted.

"You told me you were sterile, and that there was a very small chance, and I automatically thought that this would be some sort of solution. Stopping with birth control now, so it would magically happen over three years." You added with a weak smile.

"And in that thought process I didn't once think about how you would feel, or what we would do it I got pregnant within a year or something."

"That's what surprised me..." he said quietly, rubbing his forehead. "You didn't think of any of the negative implications it would have and assumed we were both going to just be okay with it."

"The thing is..." he said, looking at you. "It really scared me because it made me think you wanted it too badly. I got this feeling that you would... I don't know... have a child whether I wanted one or not, and I... I just didn't want that."

"I did assume that, and I'm sorry." You said in the same quiet tone, matching his tone.

"And for me it was really hard to understand why you couldn't just let it slide after I told you I wouldn't quit my birth control. And that really pissed me off." You added.

"I would really like to have a child with you, but not now. But it is definitely something I would like in the future."

“The way you phrased it," Gaz sighed, "made me think you didn't really care if you got pregnant and that really worried me. I don't want to just... give up on waiting for the right time. I don't want to risk it now..."

"And that's what made me mad." he said, his tone getting a little sharp. "That you were willing to throw all reason aside and just...try to see if it works. I know you'd do anything for something you want... but I want us to be on the same page about it."

There was something in his sharp tone that set you off again, your jaw clenching as you took a few deep breaths.

"I have a feeling we're circling around each other, but we both mean the same thing." You eventually said.

"Bottomline is that I won't quit my birth control, neither will I bring it up again.

We both do want children but not for another couple year.

And I think it is important to keep communicating about those needs and wants."

"We can talk about it again in the future..." he sighed. "Once things have had more time to become set, and we don't have as much on our plates."

A brief silence fell as you both processed the situation.

"But hey..." he said softly, his voice taking on more optimism that was missing during their discussion. "At least we can talk about these things. And that you're willing to communicate about what you're feeling, even when it makes you uncomfortable or it's something that's difficult to say is... huge."

You just nodded. "Yeah. Look at us being all grown up and adults, talking about our feelings and stuff."

You reached your hand out to him. "Is there anything else on your mind that bothers you and needs discussing?"

"I don't think so," he said, taking your hand and squeezing it gently. "Not at least about this topic."

"How about you?" he asked. "Do you feel okay about the conversation we just had?" He asked carefully. He didn't want to push it too much as he wanted to give you space and time, especially since he couldn't help but worry a little about you being mad at him.

"Well, I mean. It was tough." You admitted. "I had a lot of worries about us becoming official, and to have a fight almost immediately after. It did have me worried."

"But I am glad we could talk this out in a mature way."

You looked at the floor. "I would like some extra reassurance that everything is okay. Maybe a cuddle and some sweet words."

"Oh, come here you," he chuckled, opening up his arms to you and letting you get close to him.

"Of course everything's okay. Just because we had a disagreement does not mean we're gonna tear each other apart over something so small. We're both adults, we're going to have conflicts sometimes, but what matters is how we deal with them. And I think we dealt with this one pretty damn well."

If you looked closely, his eyes widened when he realized how aggressive his tone had just been. "Oh... and I'm sorry. Again."

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod mwii #cod x reader #mw2 #fanfic #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick fluff #cod fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction #infertility #male infertility #pregnancy talk #arguments #fanfics #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3

[yourgaeyisshowing]

Oh, baby chapter 2

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Wife!reader

Fluff level: 10000000%...Angsty but also the best kind of tooth rotting love.

Warnings: smut, mentions of TTC and pregnancy struggles

GIF by carnivorousflowers

Chapter 2: Trials of love

In the slow passing time that followed your revelation, the farmhouse you shared with your wife became a hub of excitement and anticipation. You poured over books about pregnancy and ate all the right foods. But days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. One negative after another. You started losing the excitement and started gaining sadness.

You knew it wasn't Larissa's fault as just to be sure with her shape-shifting abilities that she had good numbers. Which she did. But the problem wasn't her, it was you. You felt awful. Every test you had taken came back with another single line, making you feel even more broken.

"Darling, it's not your fault." Larissa cupped your cheeks with her hands and wiped away the few tears that had stained your face. "But it is! You don't get it, Rissa, it's MY body that won't work!" You pulled away from her and backed up against the wall, holding yourself while you cried so hard that you started to hyperventilate.

Larissa knew you were having a breakdown. She had seen it from you before. The uncomfortable panic and anxiety that your brain tried to trick you with. She quickly kicked off her heels and slowly walked up to you. Kneeling down in front of you where you had slid yourself to the floor.

"My love…" was all she had to say for you to crack and leap into her arms. "Shh, that's it. Let it out honey." She rocked you in her arms until you calmed, and then scooped you up off the floor and carried you into your large bathroom. She sat down on the stool next to the big claw foot double tub and started the water. She did it with ease without letting go of you in the process.

She stood up and walked over to the bathroom counter and set you down while still standing in front of you. She gave a silent look, asking permission to undress you. You just nodded your head. As soon as the two of you were undressed, she turned off the running water and gently lowered you into the bath.

She stepped away, and your eyes filled with panic. "Calm now, my love, I'm not leaving." She reached into the drawer next to the sink and pulled out a lighter and lit three of your favorite smelling candles. And dimmed the lights low. Slowly, she walked over and slid in behind you into the warm water.

You allowed her to pull you back against her, and she peppered you with kisses. She started at your shoulder, then your arm, working her way around to your neck and up to your cheek. She slowly turned your head and gave you a long, deep kiss, wrapping her arms around your waist and holding you tightly to her.

"I love you, Y/N Weems." She told you softly and kissed you again. "No more tests, no more scheduled sex or temperature checks. None of it. It will happen when the goddesses above deem it to be honey." You let out a shuddering breath at her statement. Your shoulders are relaxing more than they had in weeks, and as much fun as you have had baby making, it felt like work, not love, and you were tired.

You relaxed in silence as your wife washed your hair and then hers, taking her sweet time pampering you properly. She drained the tub and stepped out to grab a towel, then helped you up and wrapped you in a towel and scooped you up again. She set you down on the bed and brushed your hair, and braided it just the way you liked and slowly removed your towel. "No babies tonight, just love…" she whispered into your ear.

She laid you back onto the bed and lifted one of your legs, peppering kisses from your ankle to your upper thigh and down the other leg too, causing a bright red blush to envelop your pale skin. Straddling you, she kissed your navel and trailed up to your breasts, kissing and giving little nips and squeezes. She ran her fingers through your hair and attacked your neck and jaw and soon caught your lips. You were breathless with desire for her touch. When she said love, she meant it with all her being.

"You are so gorgeous, darling." She said as she slid herself back down to your center. Giving the slowest lick to your folds with her tongue, your hips bucked up greedily to meet her now steady movements. Your voice went hoarse, and you moaned her name. "Rrr-rissa I'm close don't st-stop…" you moaned wildly when she started to suck your clit and held your hips in place. She slid two fingers in with ease and started hitting just the right spot to send you over the edge with a scream. She continued to suck and slowly milk your orgasm until you started to come down.

You laid there breathless for a few moments before flipping her onto her back and straddling her now shifted member. You looked at her and sank down into her hard cock. A moan escaped both of your lips as you took her fully and it didn't take you long to get into a rough pace with her. It was hot and dirty and you both were dripping with sweat. It only took a few more minutes for you both to hit the edge and climax hard, both of you screaming each other's names.

You rolled off of her and onto your back, panting and trying to catch your breath. You closed your eyes and let the euphoria envelop you, so much so that you didn't notice your wife getting up and walking to the bathroom. She quickly cleaned herself up and brought back two wet rags for you. She sat back down and cleaned you up, starting with your legs and core, then swapping rags and cleaning your face and torso from the sweat. Once she was done, she pulled out two bottles of water from the bedside cupboard and held one to your tired lips.

"Drink darling," you happily did so, and once half the bottle was gone, you pulled back and closed your eyes again. "Love you too, Rissa." Larissa ran her fingers over your cheek and drank some of her own water. She laid down, pulling you into her warm body and pulled the covers over both of you. As she wrapped herself around your sleepy but blissful self, she couldn't help the smile that filled her heart, and the two of you fell into a deep slumber.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa x y/n #larissa weems #larissa x wife!reader #wednesday #pregnancy talk #smut

[visionarystoryteller]

So I had to keep my mouth shut for a week for the socials on my gender because one of the grandparents to my baby didn’t know yet, but now they do…so anyway I was totally flabbergasted when I found out it was a boy! No Princess yet but I’ll take my boy any day 🩵 he’s a pretty long baby too, he gets it’s from his parents 💁‍♀️🤣

#visionarystoryteller #storytellingg #storyteller writes #story teller g #storytellerguniverse #pregnancy talk #it’s a boy #probably why I’ve watched more wrestling through my pregnancy

[echos-muses]

creme de la pussy anyone? @valeskafics

#crack post #shenanigans #humor #funny #bff #period talk #pregnancy talk #tw periods #tw pregnancy #two idiots one braincell

[pennyserenade]

i just finished up my book and there was one part of it where the main character said she had been with her mother since she was in her grandmother’s womb, and that women were kind of like russian dolls in a way. that got me a little, not gonna lie, bc my mom told me that a few months ago—that we were all a part of each other, and always would be, and wasn’t that neat?

#misc. #pregnancy talk #growing up in a mostly all female family is something that is so personal and hard to understand unless you’re there #but that book captured so much of it #straight down to the young mom and even the parts were your siblings get different versions of your mom #that was so … ouch

[briarpatch-kids]

One of my IRL friends is pregnant and dealing with clinical level fatigue for the first time and God, I forgot how frustrating it is. Poor woman is bored to tears.

#pregnancy talk #shes doing good but very frustrated because shes hyper competent and never dealt with disability before #(pregnancy is a temporary disability) #she has a doctorate and made 2 board games and does armored combat and circus and keeps bees #so like... having to take breaks and naps in between cooking is a LOT for her

[child-of-the-internet]

Im off my meds because im not allowed them anymore. I'm gaining weight because im off my meds. Life has turned literally upside-down within a couple weeks. I have no job. I'm slipping. I'm starting to question if I've made the right choice keeping this baby. I know in my heart I'll be a wonderful parent and I will love them more than anything. Right now I'm struggling with basic human tasks tho. Once it's over I'll be able to get straight back onto my medication and all will be okay.

#personal ignore me #please dont reblog #pregnancy talk

[talkfastromance4]

I’ve always had vivid dreams and remember a lot of them. It’s not uncommon for me to have pregnancy dreams (I’ve had quite a lot) but last nights was so vivid I wholeheartedly believed I’d be waking up to a baby. In my dream I was at some kind of event and got sharp pains but I kept going and then when I went to use the bathroom my water broke and I did the whole thing, pushed and delivered the baby and I was all by myself. Then I couldn’t decide on what to name him (was a cute baby boy) and even though I was alone I was so happy.

The last dreams I’ve had of babies has always been boys.

#dream #personal #Hailey’s dream journal #pregnancy talk #baby talk

[willowser]

after you and katsuki have the "baby talk", you're being wrapped up in him in bed and your toes are curled and you can feel the nerves tingling even in the tips of your fingers and you're shuddering through the aftershocks of a GREAT orgasm and he's so close and fucking you so deeply and lovingly and he sits up suddenly, back on his knees, to ask—

"'kay, 'm not," he's breathing so hard, skin tan and gleaming with sweat, and you don't know if he notices, but his hands are shaking when he rests them on your thighs. "'m not pullin' out, right?"

you try to swallow and your throat is dry, the nerves in your belly buzzing for a different reason. "yeah," you breathe, shifting your hips absently, yearning for the friction when he hisses and holds you still. "i mean, unless you...want to."

"d'you want me to?"

and despite the fact that you just had this conversation—you feel shy, suddenly, a little flustered at the thought that he's, essentially, putting a baby in you.

but katsuki swallows hard and wets his lips and he's flushed, in the low light of your bedroom. it could be from all the activity, sure, but his own end is coming a lot sooner than it usually does and you have an idea why that might be.

"no," you tell him, honestly, "not really."

before he can finish letting out his sharp exhale, he's back on you, cradling your face in his hands as he speaks, breathless, against your lips. "fine by me."

(and it doesn't take much more than that.)

#*after you have the baby talk=approx. thirteen minutes after #we're three days into jan. whoops #this doesnt count as a drabble hush hush it's just a silly lil thought 😌 #i think it takes a long time for him to be ready to have the baby talk #and once he IS ready he's READY ykwim 😏😏😏 #cw pregnancy #??????? #cw children #????? #just to be safe 😌🙏🏼✨️ #cw breeding #??????????? #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: domestic bakugou

[feferiwife40]

i thought they were selling tumblr pregnancy tests

#pregnancy talk #pregnancy tw

[lusilly]

if u are in the state of california, or can get to the state of california, you can get abortion on demand for absolutely free by doing this

go to a hospital listed under the "qualified provider" list here: https://www.dhcs.ca.gov/services/medi-cal/eligibility/Pages/HospitalPE.aspx

ask for HPE

no information needs to be verified. you can lie and you will not get in any trouble, EVER. say your income is less than $1k a month. you do not need to give a SSN but do not comment on your immigration status. i recommend you don't mention you're pregnant even if you are, but if you do tell them you're pregnant, you'll still be able to access abortion care (it's just that it limits other non-abortion services available to you - it's complicated). if you're just visiting california, say that you're a resident (NOT visiting). give an in-state home address. (this will not be verified. give any address as long as it's in-state. could be a hotel or a liquor store or anything)

you will get immediate medi-cal coverage for the rest of the month you're in and the month following. (for example, if you applied today, june 24, you would get coverage from today to july 31).

note that this is fee for service medi-cal. this means you are not enrolled in a managed care plan

find a fee for service provider who provides abortions (check your county website, but you can also refer here: https://data.ca.gov/dataset/enrolled-medi-cal-fee-for-service-provider). most planned parenthood locations accept fee for service medi-cal, but check before you go

if you run out of time (i highly recommend you know EXACTLY where you're going to go and verify that you can get an appointment within 60 days before you get coverage at a hospital), it is possible to get coverage again through this process by using a DIFFERENT NAME AND DOB. that is crucial. you will be denied if you don't. **note: if the hospital, or the provider afterwards, asks for your ID to verify name and dob, tell them you don't have one. they are required to go to "reasonable efforts" to verify that you're the person you say you are, but they cannot deny you service for not having an ID.**

just be sure that whatever name and DOB is on your eligibility document (the hospital will give this to you when you apply), that is the name and DOB you give the provider

i know this isn't super helpful as californians are not the ones at risk here; but if someone from out of state can get to california, then you can get an abortion without having to pay for it

#abortion #this is literally instructions on how to get a medical abortion in the state of california for 100% free with no copay no matter what #i know that we've been talking about programs to help people get to CA for abortion access too #i literally manage pregnancy medicaid programs in CA so if u have questions ask me #ok to reblog and ENCOURAGED to steal this information and repost cuz i may one day delete this (like for instnace if my job finds out lmao)

[briarpatch-kids]

Knitting a baby hat for someone else's baby like "and here's what I'd be putting on my baby's head too... IF I HAD ONE"

#tay dont look #pregnancy talk