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Babies are not props to be used to validate gender feelz. And unfortunately this is just the start of a long list of why this guy should not be around kids
By Genevieve Gluck February 26, 2024
A trans-identified male residing in Canada who claims to be HIV positive and inserts progesterone rectally has been allegedly “breastfeeding” his child with the support of established medical clinics. Former men’s rights activist Murray Pearson, 52, who uses the name Margaret (Margie) Fancypants on social media, has been criticized after he shared an image of himself at a lactation clinic holding a young infant.
The photo was first posted three months ago on Reddit community titled r/TransLater, a board dedicated to males who transition later in life. In a post titled, “Milk, baby, milk! MTF 52,” wherein Pearson appears ecstatic that one “benefit of being transfemme” includes “that you can be pregnant and get drunk” with no undue problems.
“I have a baby almost 9 months old… I cannot wait to connect through feeding. And yes, I will stop drinking before it negatively affects anything they drink!” said Pearson
“This is a wish I have had for decades. My egg cracked a year ago on December 12 and I realized I could nurse my baby already on the way. That lit a fire under me, and I have gone from having lean pectoral muscle in March to full B-cups now and growing fast,” he added.
Pearson continues on to claim to have the assistance of “medical expertise,” including “five physicians in three clinics in two world class hospitals,” with one of the clinics named as the Goldfarb Clinic in Montreal.
“Two endocrinologists, Newman and Goldfarb, created a protocol to induce lactation in adoptive mothers,” Pearson explained in the comments. “It works for trans women as well, it works best when breast growth is mature but I am taking domperidone while my primary breast growth is underway. By an astonishing coincidence, I live right next to their breastfeeding institute!”
According to statements Pearson has made on social media, he began identifying as transgender in December 2022, and the following year, began taking progesterone. Approximately eight months ago, Pearson announced that he had found his “true self” as a result of performing in a drag show for a friend’s birthday celebration.
Earlier this month, Pearson described the first moment he believed he was a woman after trying on used women’s clothing at a thrift store. “I realized that the beautiful curvy woman in the mirror was the real me and I could be her every day… after more than two decades of stealth resistance. 87 days later I started spiro, 14 days after that estradiol, and now I am looooooving my boobs. Having curves without fakery is AMAZING.”
In a post made to the TransLater community last week, Pearson described how to insert the female hormone progesterone rectally, as a suppository, rather than swallowing it as a tablet.
“My breasts get a wonderful plumpness and pleasing jiggliness when I have had progesterone the night before…. You’ll need some lubricant (personal lube such as K-Y jelly or similar, or silicone personal lube which may be overkill, or some sort of non-irritating oil; I use my own mixture of cocoa butter and shea butter) to allow free clearance for the capsule… Some people simply pop the capsule in their mouth to use saliva, but I like a more effective lube,” he commented.
Pearson has also shared images of himself in a blue and pink wig attempting to eat ice cream containing the hormone in a seductive manner.
Disturbingly, Pearson has also revealed that he is HIV positive and is aware that the deadly virus can be transmitted through breastfeeding.
“I am HIV+, continuously controlled for 18.5 years now,” said Pearson in a Reddit post six months ago. “The viral suppression into undetectability [sic] makes sexual transmission impossible. But transmission through milk IS possible if viral load becomes detectable so I will test viral load monthly (opposed to semiannually) to keep a VERY close eye on that.”
In a shocking display of further disregard for the child’s health, Pearson speculated as to whether his experiment would qualify him as a candidate for the participation in academic research.
“Fortunately, Dr Lenore Goldfarb, creator of the protocol, has her clinic at the same hospital we birthed our baby in. I may even end up in the medical literature.” While again discussing his HIV status in relation to ‘breastfeeding’ a child, Pearson alleges that his case is being documented by infectious diseases researcher Dr. Marina Klein, who is affiliated with McGill University.
Pearson in a “before” picture posted to Reddit tracking his transitioning progress.
Reduxx reached out to Dr. Klein to request information on her involvement in Pearson’s experimental lactation, and she confirmed that she had been monitoring Pearson for his HIV infection at the Chronic Viral Illness Service of the McGill University Health Centre. However, she stated she had not been involved in his transition nor had she been consulted on his induction of lactation.
“It’s important to emphasize that we do not recommend breast feeding for people with HIV as this is the only way to be certain that no HIV transmission will occur after a baby is born,” Dr. Klein said in her response. “However, guidelines have evolved over time with the recognition that the risk of transmission is very low when HIV infection is undetectable with effective therapy … If, after informed discussion, a person expresses a wish to breastfeed they may chose to do so provided they are willing to follow a close protocol of viral monitoring and have their baby followed closely with pediatric specialists who would generally recommend that they receive preventive medication.”
Dr. Klein further states that Pearson had expressed a desire to breastfeed and then had been referred to an endocrinologist.
Prior to identifying as transgender, Pearson was involved in politically advocating for the US-based, anti-feminist men’s rights non-profit A Voice for Men (AVFM).
The organization was founded in 2009 by Paul Elam, who has said that there would no longer be “any place to hide on the internet” for “lying bitches,” and members associated with the group have previously published personal information about women who opposed their activities.
Pearson has linked to the organization’s website on his YouTube channel biography, where he has uploaded videos of himself advocating positions held by AVFM, such as accusing women of lying about sexual violence.
In one video shared in July 2013, titled “Rape, Posters, Traffic Lights and Consent,” Pearson claims that he was previously drugged and raped by a woman on the University of Alberta campus.
He also encourages discussion of posters produced by Men’s Rights Edmonton which featured the headline, ‘Don’t Be That Girl’, created with the intention of parodying an anti-rape campaign designed by a women’s rape crisis shelter, Sexual Assault Voices of Edmonton (SAVE), which used the slogan, ‘Don’t Be That Guy.’
Pearson has also been active in a Facebook group for “trans lesbians,” a term which labels men who call themselves transgender as same-sex attracted women.
Criticism of Pearson’s claims to be “lactating” and “breastfeeding” have focused on concerns that he is “motivated… to experience sexual arousal from lactation,” as one X user, Lulu Solomon, said.
“Because it is not motivated by what is best for the baby it’s automatically risky because the baby becomes a prop in the fantasy,” she stated, alongside a photo of Pearson at the Goldfarb clinic.
This is not the first controversy that has involved trans-identified males breastfeeding babies, with a number of recent examples triggering concern over the past year.
Last year, a lactation professional in Australia along with a women’s rights campaigner were warned that they had broken the law after criticizing a trans-identified male who had boasted of breastfeeding his infant. Shortly after, a trans-identified male in the UK dismissed critics of the practice as “transphobes” after he posted images of himself with a baby latched to his nipple.
UPDATE 02/26/24: The article has been updated to include comment received from Dr. Klein.
#Canada#Margaret (Margie) Fancypants is Murray Pearson#A men's rights activist turned TIM#Reddit#TransLater#Hospitals used to give new mothers the option to have a beer to induce lactation until they encouraged actual mothers to not drink at all#Narcissists just hate it when the attention is on other people#Even when the attention is on their wife or girlfriend due to pregnancy#Another man transitioning while his wife is pregnant#The Goldfarb Clinic#montreal#Another man who transed due to autogynephilia#Dr Lenore Goldfarb#Dr. Marina Klein#Chronic Viral Illness Service of the McGill University Health Centre#A Voice for Men (AVFM)#Another abusive man claiming to be the victim of the family court system#Transbian
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hi :) do you write for Woody? if you do can you write something where the reader and woody are dating but she's feeling insecure because she looks nothing like the other WAGS/ex girlfriends?
Nothing Like Her- Miles Wood
Plz take a moment to pick your jaw off the floor at this GIF. Just.. *bites fist* Now proceed to read..
A/N: I’m really feeling dad/pregnancy stuff and angsty right now. So, I twisted this to work with our dear Miles Wood, who is so sexy and beautiful, that I would be pregnant all the time if I was his wife 😁
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Drinking, Pregnancy, Angst, Jealousy, Swearing
Your eyes sting and a dull throb has formed in your temples from the loud, techno music blasting through the speakers. The crowd in front of the VIP section jumps, hands high in the air as the beat drops. It’s one of those nights where everyone is tipsy and feel invincible as summer is beginning to fade to fall.
Well, not you. Because you have two little feet lodged into your ribs.
You palm your stomach over the feet, closing your eyes and hoping the baby shifts from your touch. Baby Wood slides away, settling on your bladder instead. Wonderful.
“Jack.” You nudge the oldest Hughes with your hand. He’s standing next to you and turns, eyes glazed over and bloodshot from his multiple tequila shots.
“Mama Wood!” He grins.
“Can you help me up?”
“Yes!” He exclaims. “Anything for you.” You can’t help but chuckle at his eagerness. He really shouldn’t be so excited to help, but you’ll take the attention considering you haven’t seen your husband since shortly after you got here.
Miles is always a social butterfly at team events, fluttering between the different cliches and being a natural binder for the group. It’s nothing new, but you’re feeling a little lonely with everyone else buzzed and loose.
The bathroom is a bit of a hike. By the time you get there, you’re desperate for a stall. Unfortunately, there is a line. Fortunately, there are five nice women that let you go in front of them at seeing your very large baby bump. You scratch at the tight skin while slowly maneuvering back to the VIP section on front of the stage. You get back to the gated area without much jostling.
You stop dead in your tracks as you’re bringing your hand up to show the security your wristband. Miles is in conversation with a tall, thin, brunette who is leaning over the VIP railing chatting animatedly with him. Her legs are a million miles long, toned, and leading to an incredible ass that even you have to admire for a moment. Your eyebrows furrow as the security guard motions you forward.
“When are you due?” He asks you, noting your large stomach.
“Um, about three weeks.”
“Wow, you’re a trooper for being here. My wife and I just had our second.”
“Congratulations.” You smile as he reaches for his phone. Everyone wants to show pregnant women their kids and share their birth stories. You look beyond him for a moment where Miles tosses his head back to laugh hysterically at something the brunette says. Then brings his beer to his lips for another glug. Nico comes along to toss an arm over Miles’ shoulder so they are chatting to her together. You swallow an uncomfortable knot as the glow of the security guard’s phone glows in the darkness. “Wow! So beautiful!” You exclaim. “What is her name?”
“Zoe.”
“So sweet! That is one of the names on our list.”
“You’re having a girl?”
“Um, we aren’t sure. We wanted to be surprised. But I think that’s secretly what my husband wants.”
“Either way, it is an incredible blessing. Good luck and congratulations.”
“Thanks.” You smile politely then move further into the space, locking eyes on Miles again.
As you get closer, you recognize the woman he is talking to. It’s his ex-girlfriend, Megan. The one several of the WAGS are still good friends with even though her and Miles haven’t been together in three years. You stop your forward motion. Nico and Miles are both animatedly joking with each other. Megan leans back while gripping the fencing, screaming along to the music of a song you’re not familiar with. Miles leans forward, rapping with her lyric to lyric until the verse ends and they start cheering with the crowd. They both share a high-five.
Nico makes eye contact with you and nudges Miles, who leans closer to him as the captain yell into his ear. Miles turns to look over his left shoulder, eyes meeting yours. He can see the tears from where he is. He immediately turns, coming over to you while jiggling his broad shoulders to the beat of the next song.
“Hey baby-”
“Did you even notice I left?” You snap, nostrils flaring.
“Ah… Well, no because you didn’t tell me.” He reaches out for your hand. You harshly pull your fingers away, crossing your arms tightly over your engorged breasts. His eyes dip there, scanning the ample cleavage obviously.
“I want to go home.”
“Babe-“
“Now, Miles. Right fucking now.” Tears, fueled by hormones, race down your cheeks. He scratches at his head then nods, stepping forward. He tries to grab your face to wipe at the tracks, but you refuse to let him.
“Okay, let’s go.” He nudges you along, slapping his hands on the outside of his thighs in exasperation. He hands his unfinished beer to Timo Meier who cheers the air then chugs it down.
You don’t say goodbye to anyone. You leave the concert venue quickly, feet slapping against the concrete and the bottoms of your flip-flops. You wrestle with your VIP wristband, annoyed with the scratching of it against your skin as you enter the parking lot.
You’re doing a really great job of focusing your reaction into anger rather than sadness. Until you get into the car and buckle your seatbelt. Then the tears become body shaking sobs out of nowhere.
“You don’t love me anymore!” You wail into the interior of the Mercedes.
This is far from the first time you’ve had this kind of moment during your pregnancy. It happened when he thanked the McDonald’s drive thru worker when you were desperate for a late night Big Mac. It happened again when he tossed an innocent wave at the Devils social media manager after a game in April. He spent the rest of that day convincing you that no he was not in fact fucking her when he was on the road. Now, your hormones have you convinced that he is back with Megan. And he’s just waiting to divorce you until you give birth. Then he’ll take the baby and the three of them will be a family without you.
You spill all of this out to him through sobs while he tries desperately to pull you into his arms across the center console to comfort you. You can’t see it, but his eyes are widened in alarm and shock at the words coming from your mouth. This is DEFCON 1 of pregnancy hormones, for sure.
“Baby.” He groans, popping his door back open and rushing around the back of the car. He pulls the driver door open, reaching around your large belly to unlatch your seatbelt. He taps your thigh for you to turn. He kneels in the parking lot, knees getting scratched by gravel while gripping your hands tightly. He pulls you into a strong embrace. “None of those things are going to happen. You’re just having a little bit of a hormonal meltdown. That’s okay. I’m here with you.” He presses his face to your bump. He looks back up at you, lips still pressed to his baby. “This is everything to me. I don’t want anyone else. I want life with you and the four babies we are going to have.”
“Four?” You croak out. “You’ve always said two.”
“Yeah, but you look so fucking sexy pregnant that now I need more.” He kisses along your bump, then pulls away to cup your face in his large hands. His thumbs stroke against your wet skin, collecting your tears. You thread your fingers through his long hair, staring into his eyes.
“I don’t look like her… at all. I hate fashion. I don’t have a killer ass. I can barely get out of bed without your help now. I’m probably going to be fat forever after this because I hate working out. I’m going to have droopy mom butt for the rest of my life.” You screw your eyes shut, bottom lip trembling as you tell him your deepest fear. “Why are you with me? You could have anyone else.” Your voice is small and sad.
“Because I can’t live the rest of my life knowing you’re out there in the world and not with me.” His gaze doesn’t waver from yours as he speaks. “I love you, sweets. And I need you. I never felt this way about anyone until I met you. Including her.” He gestures back to the concert where his ex-girlfriend still is, chatting up his single teammates, while he’s out here, getting rocks stuck in his skin to make you feel better.
Every doubt, insecurity, and negative thought disappears when he brings your face down to kiss him. He soaks you up through his mouth, tongue melting against yours. You can still hear the music from the concert. Some people are starting to leave. Your baby kicks against your ribs.
And you fall in love with Miles Wood all over again.
#Miles Wood blurb#Miles Wood Fan Fiction#Miles Wood X Reader#New Jersey Devils#My writing#hockey writing#NHL fan fiction#writing request
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This is a fic that’s set during the flashback in Curse of Chucky, a week or so before Chucky gets arrested in 1988. It’s all about a typical day for Chucky and his ‘family’.
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Chucky considered himself to be a very lucky man. Every day, he got to do what he loved (killing people in brutal ways for either profit or enjoyment - usually both) and then he got to come home to his beautiful wife and daughter - with another daughter on the way any day now.
Of course, there were some minor… snags. He also had a girlfriend who, at present, was totally unaware of Chucky’s family. She could tell that he was growing more distant, but couldn’t figure out that he was beginning to create a new wife with those he actually loved. The other issue was that, well, both Chucky’s wife and daughter often got quite upset with him. His wife Sarah was heavily pregnant, so he could attribute her outbursts to pregnancy hormones, and his daughter Barbara was only three - tantrums were to be expected. But still, it was disheartening to be screamed at and assaulted whenever he tried to hug his family.
Today, as he always did, he woke up next to his girlfriend Tiffany, gave her a reluctant kiss on the cheek to prevent her suspicions from growing any further, then slipped out of the apartment to head to the home he shared with Sarah. Once he got there, the first order of business was to water the many bouquets of yellow flowers he had gotten for Sarah. There were many cases of flowers placed throughout the room, so this was a long and difficult task, especially when the fact that it was hard to keep track of which flowers had already been watered was taken into account, but Barbara was too small to use a watering can and Sarah was both heavily pregnant and tied up. He told both Sarah and himself that once the baby was born, he’d give her more freedom, but they both knew that he was lying.
The second order of business was to wake up Barbara, get her ready and then take her to daycare. He’d initially considered just keeping her home, but then he’d realised that people would notice if a child had went missing, but they were less likely to notice a grieving widow going missing, so he let her keep going to class and seeing her friends, with strict instructions to act as if nothing had changed at all. Barbara was young, but she was able to comprehend and follow simple instructions, and so far, there hadn’t been any issues.
Chucky approached Barbara’s tiny mattress in the corner of the room and lightly shook her awake, whispering:
“Barbie, it’s time to get up honey.”
Then, he immediately took a few steps backwards, because whenever he got too close when Barbara was awake, he’d been bitten, scratched and punched quite aggressively (he still had the marks and bruises to prove it). This morning, Barbara woke up without any fuss, although she did call out for her father again (Chucky had tried valiantly to coax a similar title for himself out of the girl; ‘daddy’ and ‘dad’ were immediately and loudly vetoed, so was ‘papa’, even ‘father’, so he’d had to settle for ‘Uncle Charles’, which was better than nothing he supposed).
Chucky tried to dress Barbara, but she would refuse to be touched by him, at the encouraging of her mother, so the man would simply turn away from the toddler and face the wall as she awkwardly and inexpertly tried to dress herself. Sometimes he’d try to help her, but she’d scream at him. Usually he’d kill someone for that type of behaviour, but he didn’t want to upset Sarah, and he wanted to raise Barbara as his own, so for now, he was putting up with it. He was certain that Barbara was acting out more because her baby sister was due any day now and she feared less attention, surely that was the only logical explanation.
As Chucky began heading out the door with Barbara, he bent down to kiss Sarah on the cheek, then realised that he couldn’t because, at Sarah’s request the night before, she was lying on her side, facing away from Chucky, limbs tucked against herself so that she was practically in a ball. The woman would often sleep like this, so Chucky just shrugged and left with Barbara, with one final whispered warning to the toddler to not act like anything was wrong.
When he had dropped her off, he spent his day killing people, sketching, and just generally existing. But at four pm on the dot, he went to a local florist to pick up another bouquet of yellow flowers. He had to get quite… aggressive with the florist who insisted that the flowers he required were ‘out of season’, but when Chucky showed the trembling old man his favourite knife, suddenly there was a huge surplus of yellow flowers, which was truly a wonderful bonus. He would have gotten a few flowers for Barbara too, but she turned down anything he gave her, almost as a matter of principle.
Once the flowers were bought, he went to pick up the demon toddler from daycare (as always, she was very reluctant to leave, clinging to staff members and classmates alike as she howled and grabbed on to the building’s doors). Chucky always made sure to blindfold Barbara once they’d left the daycare so that she would be unable to accurately tell any adult where her home was, although the blindfold was barely worth it because the three year old was always so tired after daycare that she fell straight asleep.
When Chucky and his daughter returned home, Sarah was awake, and as propped up as she could be in her lying down position. She accepted Chucky’s flowers gratefully, as she always did, but Chucky could tell that there was something wrong. Her smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. It never really did, but it was even less so today. So, being a caring and concerned husband, he asked her what was wrong. Sarah smiled a very wide (and very fake) smile as she insisted:
“Nothing! I’m absolutely fine, don’t worry.”
It didn’t seem quite truthful, and Chucky didn’t know what was going on. Then it hit him - the baby. The baby must have been kicking (she never kicked for Chucky, and one day, rather spitefully, Sarah had suggested that the baby knew who was trying to make her kick and simply refused to interact with him) or doing something to cause Sarah pain or make her tired, that was the only reasonable explanation here. So he put a hand against her stomach, causing her to flinch away from his touch for some reason, and asked:
“No, there’s definitely something wrong Sarah, is it the baby?”
Sarah looked confused as she softly echoed:
“The… baby?”
Chucky nodded and clarified his question:
“Yeah, I mean, is the baby kicking you or causing issues with your hormones, anything like that?”
Sarah blinked for a moment before nodding rapidly.
“Yes, it’s the baby, that’s the problem. I feel sick.”
This immediately caught Chucky’s attention, as he asked in a slight panic:
“Oh, is there anything I can do to help?”
Seemingly seizing her chance, Sarah’s eyes lit up as she asked hopefully:
“Can… can I be untied just for a few hours? I won’t go anywhere, I just want to stretch my legs and hold my daughter, please?”
Chucky shook his head and actually laughed, because how could she even ask that question when she knew that this was just for her safety? Even still, he was a compassionate husband, so he told her quite clearly and simply:
“No, it’s not safe. Besides, you’re nine months pregnant, our baby should be here any day now, the due date was last Friday, right? You shouldn’t be moving at all in your condition.”
Sarah’s eyes dimmed, and the hopeful expression that had formed on her face vanished as she slowly nodded in understanding. Chucky told her that dinner would be ready soon and then bent down to kiss her, only for Sarah to pull her head away with… a disgusted expression on her face and quietly said ‘No, I don’t want to’. Very unhappy, but trying to rationalise the situation, Chucky asked:
“Is this because you feel sick, because of the baby?”
Almost immediately, Sarah said:
“I feel like I’m going to vomit.”
That wasn’t quite confirmation, but it wasn’t denial either, so Chucky decided not to probe for the deeper implications in that confession, instead deciding to go and make dinner. If you asked Chucky how he felt about his life, he would tell you without a doubt that he had the most wonderful family in the world, and that he was so, so excited to become the father to a baby girl who would actually tolerate and - hopefully - love him.
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As Chucky went to sleep that night, Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. It had been close today, too close. She had almost gone into labour, but she’d been able to prevent it by changing her position and drinking a lot of water (Chucky always left a jug of water on a table next to her, right in her reach, and she guzzled the whole thing at once).
She couldn’t have this baby here, she just couldn’t. She was certain that Chucky would love her baby, for a while at least, but he’d made it quite plain that Sarah’s baby was who he loved most, and she was so scared that after she gave birth, he would kill both Sarah and her daughter Barbara, just because he had no use for them anymore, as ways to bring his child into the world or as tools to keep the other captive calm.
So, when she knew she was approaching her due date, she began trying every trick in the book to prevent labour, despite it meaning that she had to toss and turn at night. It was very uncomfortable, and the baby was kicking more and more every day, clearly desperate to get, but as long as Sarah lived, she would not let her baby be touched or harmed by the monster she was trapped with - she had already failed Barbie and her husband, she couldn’t fail again.
The final thing she had turned to out of pure desperation was praying, she prayed every day for her child not to be born yet, and tonight, she decided to talk directly to her little girl. Looking down at her swollen stomach, Sarah quietly yet desperately whispered:
“Hi baby, I don’t know if you can hear or understand me, but I’m your mommy. Listen to me honey, I know you want to come out, I know you were already meant to be born, and I can’t wait to meet you, but you just can’t be born yet. There’s a man - a horrible man - who thinks he’s your daddy, but he isn’t, and he can’t ever see you. I’m begging you, baby, you cannot ever trust Charles Lee Ray, all he’ll do is hurt you…”
#chucky#chucky series#childs play#curse of chucky#charles lee ray#tiffany valentine#sarah pierce#barbara pierce#nica pierce#horror#fanfiction#light angst#human chucky
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Hello! This is bit complicated prompt😅 though I read all your shots and I cannot imagine any write who can do this 🤩
Can you do one where Daniel is in middle of race and his wife is pregnant but have very delicate one though she insist on watching the race even though Daniel was very worried about her. Middle of race, her wife had a scare and brought at clinic, i just want to imagine Daniel in the radio when he heard the news. Also if you could include other drivers that got concerned for Daniel🏎🏎🏎
Summary: You have a high-risk pregnancy and during a race, you faint
Warnings: swearing
Word count: 1.2k
You don’t think anything prepares you for a high-risk pregnancy. Morning sickness started within days of conception, you were vomiting pretty much every day. You felt no movements until your 20-week ultrasound - turned out you had an anterior placenta, meaning that the placenta was at the front, masking your baby girl's kicks and rolls. You were on aspirin to help keep your blood pressure down, due to your previous hypertension and pre-eclampsia fears.
Daniel was a saint. He helped you in any way he could. But it still was rough. The constant traveling and the stress from his racing were all too much for you, but you wanted to be strong for your little family. You two wanted this child with your whole heart. Especially considering the fact this was your second pregnancy. Your second pregnancy ended in a miscarriage at 8 weeks. Utterly devastating; sent you into the worst depression you've ever experienced.
Your family and friends were always checking on you. They were worried for your health and the little girl's health too. When you were at a race, everyone would ask you if you need anything and you were not allowed to stay up on your feet for a long time.
"I need to go in a few, baby," Daniel tells you, kneeling in front of you. "Need anything?"
You smile and caress his cheek.
"I'm ok."
"Michael is here and he'll keep an eye on you, ok? Tell him if you need anything."
"I know. It's the same as the last race. And the race before," you tell him laughing and then you kiss him.
You loved the way he wanted to make sure you are fine. You were now entering your 30-week of pregnancy and he was extra careful now. Sometimes you were begging him to go to practice. You hated the fact he was under so much stress because of you, but it was not your fault you were having a high-risk pregnancy.
"Be careful, baby, ok?" he asked and you could see in his eyes the desperation.
"I'm supposed to say that..."
It was the Russian Grand Prix. Daniel qualified P5 and it was set to be a pretty chill race. Everybody in the Renault garage was sure your boyfriend can defend his position with ease.
Michael came near you, handing you a bottle of water. You accept the water bottle and take a sip.
It was already halfway through the race and Daniel had kept his position. You were happy to see that he manages and he feels good behind the wheel. But you were 7 months pregnant and you needed to go to the bathroom. You heard Daniel needs to come in the pits to switch to hards so you figured it was now a good time to go to the bathroom.
"Hey," you get Michael's attention. "I'm going to the bathroom real quick, ok?"
"Want me to go with you?" you shoot him a stare. "You know what I meant, Y/N."
"I'm fine, really, I just need to pee."
Maybe it was the rapid way you got up from the chair, but you got dizzy and fainted. The feeling you get when you pass out is a weird one. It's like you know you’re about to lose consciousness, but you’re powerless to stop it. You start hearing like a whirring sound, then your vision gets blurry, your heart feels heavy, breathing becomes increasingly more difficult, then finally you lose control of your body. Everything just went kinda black after that, the only thing you remember is the sound your head made when you fell on the ground. You tried your best to fight it, but you only got more exhausted the harder you tried to remain conscious.
Without you being able to know, everyone around you became frantic. It was almost like they forgot about Daniel coming into the pits, but his race engineer told him something unexpected happened and to come to pits later.
"Ok, copy that," he tells via radio. "What happened anyway?"
"Don't worry about it, Daniel, pit in next lap."
Silence fell over the radio.
"It's Y/N?"
Again, the driver was met with silence and he became anxious with every second. He made up his mind. He will go to the pits the next lap and will retire the car. He can't race knowing his girlfriend, that has a high-risk pregnancy, isn't feeling well.
So that's what he did. His race engineer kept telling him to just do another lap, but he stopped his car into the pits and the race was over for him.
After a while, the drivers started to ask their race engineers what happened with Daniel because he was still out of the race. They got the same answer 'he retired the car'. And everybody knows that Daniel will retire the car only if you are not feeling well. So, the next logical question the drivers asked was 'is Y/N ok?' but there was no answer to that.
You were in the medical center. You were awake now. The doctor was doing a lot of tests on you to determine what caused the sudden blood pressure drop from your usual 120/70 to 90/55. You just wanted to know if the baby is fine, and you were assured that there was nothing life-threatening for the little girl. Michael was staying with you and you were relieved to go through such a fright with someone you loved with you.
You were free to go when Daniel came into the room. At first, you didn't understand what was happening. Daniel was in the same room with you, but you could still hear the car engines, so the race wasn't over.
"What are you doing here?" you ask Daniel when he comes to hug you.
"I needed to see if you're okay, love."
"But the race-"
"I don't give a fuck about the race. Are you ok?"
So the doctor started to tell Daniel everything that has happened with you, and he was pleased to hear that you two were fine.
"You shouldn't have given up the race, I would have been here when you finished," you tell Daniel when you were left alone. "What will the team say about you retiring the car? You could score good points."
"I only care about you and our daughter, ok? When my race engineer told me not to pit that lap I knew something was wrong so I asked if you were ok, and I got no answer. For me, that was the only logical step I could have made at that moment," says your boyfriend and you smiled.
The race ended, with Max winning at Sochi. You and Daniel were watching the post-race interview with the three winners, and you saw Max asking about you.
"Sorry to interrupt, but do you know anything about Y/N? Is she ok?"
"We heard she is fine, just something minor, both her and the baby are fine."
"Oh, ok, thanks!"
Lewis and Valtteri were near Max and heard that you were fine and they breathed a sigh of relief.
#daniel ricciardo oneshot#daniel ricciardo fanfiction#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo imagine#daniel ricciardo#f1 oneshot#f1 one shot#f1 fanfiction#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fandom#formula 1 oneshot#formula one imagine#formula one oneshot#renault f1
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So a lot of people have been talking about sentiAdrien, and @arcadeology brought up the point that many times, the very thing that someone is hurt by is what is part of them to begin with:
Those of you who’ve read this delightful fic will understand exactly why this post about pigeon feather allergies has prompted me to write.
cw: sentiAdrien crack theories, pregnancy, miscarriage, blood, illness, Gabriel AgrestexPigeon Man crack OTP, crack taken seriously.
Emilie married Gabriel Agreste for the money.
It’s not a bad thing. He was sweet to her, attentive and kind if a little too coldly distant for her tastes, and Emilie was a model girlfriend-turned-wife in more ways than one: doting, flirtatious without being scandalous, affectionate, the picture perfect face for his up and coming fashion brand.
Besides, she was 24 years old and hadn’t even had a crush yet, and her sister loved magic so deeply Emilie was worried this mystical “career” would leave Amelie destitute. Gabriel was soft to her whims, and rich enough to support another family.
Emilie was just being practical.
Mr. Ramier was anything but. He was wildly passionate about anything and everything he loved, pigeons most of all. He dreamt of flying free, wild rebellion and dogged pursuit in the name of love. He was the best kind of crazy.
No one ever imagined he’d be crazy in love with a married woman.
He certainly never imagined she could love him back.
Emilie had always been practical, that’s all. So when the offer of a warm body came, a man who made her heart patter in her chest and bring to life the flutter of feathers taking flight in freedom as her wings, she fell into bed with him and loved and laughed and lied to keep her marriage safe. She loved Mr. Ramier for every reason she could never love Gabriel Agreste: he loved her back.
It’s just such a shame that practicality never prevented accidents. It’s such a shame Emilie could see herself loving this bastard baby enough to be impractical enough to keep him.
It doesn’t matter. Practical can mean anything, as long as it keeps her-- and now, her lover and her child-- safe. Magic, whispered her sister. Magic, she followed.
Gabriel, ever devoted servant of his wife, follows obediently.
Half buried in snow, fingers moments away from permanent frostbite, Emilie unearths her first treasure. It’s not half of what she wanted, neither wishes nor creation nor cat, but the butterfly and peacock miraculi wink and shimmer against snow, and the drop of blood that spills when the brooch pricks stands stark red against the fluffy white. She kicks black pebbles over the trodden snow to cover her tracks and grins, triumphant.
It’s a promise, Emilie whispers. Red for the ladybug, black for the cat she’ll have in her hands.
Promises are not practical, she remembers six months later. With every experiment on the brooch, Emilie finds herself coughing up blood and bile, black and red and horrible, horrifying.
It doesn’t matter. Emilie makes do with what she’s got. Gabriel searches harder, goes on longer trips and calls them business, because it’s his business whether she dies, whether she lives to represent his company, or to keep him company. He’s in Tibet when she succeeds, or manages something close to success. He has no idea the baby’s been lost.
He’s never known it wasn’t his, anyways.
Gabriel isn’t due back home before the baby comes; there’s a baby in her arms to greet him at the door and she’s made it herself. He praises her new choker, pigeon feather dusted in gold and glitter hanging down past her throat.
It’s the last time she’ll ever see Mr. Ramier. Emilie is practical, and her love is not. This gift, though, she will cherish for far longer than her own life.
She’ll cherish it long enough for her son’s.
Adrien is a perfect boy, a model boy modeled after his cousin and delightful to every sense; he grows in strange spurts and jumps, and Gabriel is too busy to notice. Emilie keeps her boy home, safe and protected and easy to mold.
It’s not enough. She sends Gabriel pacing the earth for the miraculi she craves, experiments desperately on the one she has until she’s coughing up more than blood: strength, memories, hope. It doesn’t matter. Anything is too cheap a price to pay for her baby boy, for the love she lost by the hand of her own folly.
When she gives up the last of everything, Adrien turns into a real boy: hard coded to love and grow and... rebel. He finds his own wings as his mother loses hers, and Gabriel goes mad in his grief.
After all, he’s lost the two people he’s ever known all at once.
When his empathy butterfly phases into Mr. Ramier, Gabriel is awash in a type of furiously determined love he's only felt twice.
Once from his wife...
And once upon a time from his son.
#Notte Writes#Miraculous Ladybug#ML Fanfiction#sentimonster Adrien#Gabriel Agreste x Pigeon Man OTP#Adrien is the true pigeon heir#Prince Pigeon
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The Test
Overhaul x F!Reader
Warnings: Angst, death, mega angst, pregnancy, premature birth, this hurt to write but thats okay
Gotta get the sad vibes out of thy body. Lets all be sad together
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‘Okay, It’ll be okay. Just tell him! He’s your husband for christ sakes!’ You thought as you paced back and forth inside your room. You were afraid. You loved your husband you really did but sometimes he even made you afraid.
Kai barely showed his emotions and when he did it was a miracle. Hell you barely just started getting intimate. You’ve only had intercourse 2 times you’ve guys been together. You’ve guys been together for 4 years. You understood his dislike of germs, and you never wanted to make him uncomfortable. So you just kept your wishes for intimacy to yourself.
His kisses or hugs were almost just as rare as sex. You would tell him you loved him and he’d grunt back at you. You knew it was his language of saying i love you back but sometimes you just wished he’d say it back. You were only human after all. You wished for attention and some sort of love contact.
The last time you guys had sex he wore a condom. You didn’t mind really, it’s not like you were trying for a baby. But out of all the times that the condoms could have failed you,
This was the day of absolute fuckery.
You glared at the positive pregnancy test, hoping it would just disappear. But unfortunately problems like this don’t just disappear. So which leads to where you are now, a woman who is absolutely fucked if she can’t figure out a way to tell her husband she’s pregnant.
“Come on (y/n), you’ve got this. It can’t be that bad right?” You say trying to convince yourself. Kai was very difficult when he wanted to be. So what if he thinks you cheated on him?! You’d be killed on the spot! You wouldn’t be able to even explain, he probably won’t even let you. He had a habit of taking over you.
You sat on the bed as you rubbed your eyes. Trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill. You cried into your hands. This shouldn’t be so hard. He’s your husband. Then why were you so afraid? Was there a possibility that you could tell him without speaking? But how would you-
-the internet
You jumped from your spot on the bed and grabbed your personal computer and began looking at mom websites. Cool pregnancy ideas to tell your husband. You clicked on the link and saw the best ideas there. Get a mug and put the words you're pregnant at the inside of the bottom of the cup. Nah. Gift him baby clothes and let him put the puzzle pieces together. No thats stupid. Get a teddy bear and sew him holding a present, put the test in there and give it to him. Ah fuck it why not?
So from that search alone you RAN out the door and near the closest place where they had teddy bears and presents. You ran as fast as your legs could endure. Whipping your head from aisle to aisle. Looking for the fuzzy stuffy.
You go to the baby aisle and see the best teddy for the job. You quickly grab it as you go to the next aisle for the present. You had picked out a small box that would just fit the test. You smile as you jump up and down in joy. You didn’t know when you became so giddy. Not even an hour ago you were stressed to the point of wanting to hit your head against the door. You take a deep breath in before turning on your heels to pay.
~~~
1 Day Later
You looked at the teddy bear in your hands while sweating. What happened to confident (y/n) yesterday? Oh yeah she left when she had a fight with her husband, a bad one at that too. It was really bad. But you couldn’t stop now. You had to tell him. Better sooner than later. You take a deep breath as you hugged the teddy closer as you let out a sigh. Looking at Kai’s office door you let your hand let out a fragile knock.
“Come in.” You slowly push the door open, looking in, you see Kai with two of his henchmen. Chronostasis and Nemoto. You didn’t talk to them much but you guys had pretty civil conversations.
“Kai I need to talk to you, without them here please?” You say as you try to stand your ground. You don’t really want your husband's friends to know what’s going on in your guys personal affairs.
“Fine. Chrono, Nemoto, leave.”
“Yes boss.” They leave the room just leaving you and your stonic husband.
“What do you even want?” He says in a voice that makes you question doing this but you go up to him and hand him the teddy bear. Your face beet red as you try to figure out his emotion. Especially when he opened the present.
“Is this a positive pregnancy test?” He says in an emotionless manner, but you couldn’t help but hear the bit of anger in his voice as well.
“Yes, I don’t know what you want to do or-”
“You cheated on me?” Wait what the fuck?
“What! How could you say that!” You say in offense.
“I wear protection, woman! There's no way I could have gotten you pregnant!”
“Condoms aren’t even 100% effective! It could have busted or had a whole in it!” You yell back. You were offended. You were his wife, how dare he accuse you of such an act! Considering he was so interested in medical things you would think that he would know that condoms aren’t 1005 effective!
“You slut! I give you everything and you go out and cheat on me!”
“I didn’t fucking cheat asshole! God after years of being with you, your immediate reaction was I’m cheating?! Why am I with you if you don’t even trust me!”
“Leave this house! We’re over!”
“Are you fucking serious?! You won’t even consider it!” You scream at him.
“Leave or else!” His ember eyes looking at you with the intent to kill. You knew that if you wanted to live you had to leave. Tears rush down your eyes as you turn around quickly before swinging open the door. You turn around to him one last time before screaming at the top of your lungs
“I can’t believe I married a cold hearted monster like you! I hope you die alone!” And with those words, you left. Never stepping foot inside that base as long as you lived.
~~~
5 Months Later
“This sucks actually ass.” You growl as you walk around your apartment. It wasn’t the best but it would do for the time being. You got it cause your friend was friends with the owner. All you had to do was take care of the garden they had outside. They wanted to make it eye catching so more people would move in.
Understandable.
You held your stomach as the urge to pee came over you. Due to the fact a literal baby is growing inside you, it's pushing against your bladder. Kinda rude. You're carrying this baby and it's just gonna do you like this? That’s some bullshit man.
You groan as you continue to sweep your hardwood floor in your small living area. It was much better than living with Kai I guess. You never wanted to see his stupid gorgeous face again.
You look up at the area around you, admiring your work on cleaning the entire apartment. You smirk to yourself before feeling a kick in your stomach. You hold your stomach as you take a breather. Looking back up you notice a familiar golden shine coming from a little dish you kept by the door where you put coins in.
Walking towards it you notice that its your old wedding ring from you old marriage. You guys never really got divorced so it was still official by law. Annoying yes but you didn’t want to even be in a room with that bastard.
Grabbing the ring you look at it and think how much it would be worth. A final fuck you to the mind that shattered you heart.
Grabbing it and putting on a coat you start walking out the door and head out the door. Going to a pawn shop around the corner. You would be able to get a little extra cash for the baby.
~~~
“Yes sir I would like to sell this ring.” You place the ring on the counter and slide it over to the employee. His eyes widen as he motions you to come closer.
“This is a yakuza style ring. A Shie Hasssakai kind of ring. Where did you get this?” The man said. He sounded like he was worried.
“Oh my shit husband gave me this when he proposed to me. Then kicked me out saying I cheated when I told him I was pregnant. Like sorry that a condom is not 100% effective.” You say soundly. The man looks at you with wide eyes. You didn’t really care at the moment because the feeling of lightheadedness was weighing you down.
“Ma’am are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Before you could say anything you felt a wet feeling coming from in between your legs. Looking down you see that your water broke.
“MA’AM SHOULD WE CALL 119?!” You shook your head up and down before falling down on the ground, the world seems to be growing black around you.
~~~
Ring ring ring
“Hello?”
“Yes Overhaul sir? This is the guys from the pawn store downtown, we have a ring that seemingly belongs to your ex wife.”
“And you're calling me why?”
“Uh...because she was just carried away in an ambulance. She didn’t look very well, boss. My girlfriend had her kid recently and she wasn’t near as sickly looking as she was.” Overhaul couldn’t help but have his chest tighten up a bit. His heart was beating faster and he could feel it.
“Do you want to know the hospital she’s at Overhaul?”
“Not right now.” Before Kai could even think about what he was doing he hung up the phone and moved his wrist back to the papers. You cheated on him, you’ll be fine. He rolled his eyes but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel the sinking feeling in his stomach.
Like if he had just made a mistake he would live to regret.
~~~
Kai ran as fast as he could towards the hospital where you stayed. They had sent him a call asking him to come down so he could see his kid. When he said that it wasn’t his, they told him that the DNA matched up perfectly with his.
Kai felt a painful sting in his chest as he got closer and closer to the hospital. He was thinking on all the ways to apologize to you. And if his pride would allow him to apologize.
His head rang with the words of what the doctor told him,
***
“Is this Kai Chisaki?”
“Yes it is, why?”
“Well we have you as an emergency contact for miss (y/n) (l/n).”
“Take me off.”
“Excuse me sir?”
“I said take me off.”
“Well I can’t take you off when we called you to tell you that your wife is in critical condition.”
“What?!” Kai tried to not show much worry but he couldn’t help it. No matter how much he told himself that he didn’t love you, thoughts of your smile rushed back into his head. Your laugh. Your everything calmed him down. You were his angel.
“Unfortunately her water broke early, leaving her to have an early birth and her body was not able to handle it. Your daughter, who we did a dna test on is in the ICU (intensive care unit). Her being born 2 months early is having complications breathing.” Kai couldn’t say a world before he rushed out of the door and into your hospital,
***
He burst through the hospital doors and walked up to the nurse as he panted from running. A look of desperation in his golden eyes.
“Where is my wife and daughter? Mrs. Chisaki?” He said in a moment of panic. He hated the look that the nurse gave him as she told him where to find your room. Before he could run into your room a doctor stopped him by grabbing his shoulder.
“I’m sorry to inform you sir but, the complications your daughter had to breath were to severe. We couldn’t save her. I’m deeply sorry.” Kai looked at the doctor. Not wanting to believe a word he had just said. He felt his hands tremble as he grabbed the doctors shoulders. Tears streaming down his face,
“What about (y/n)? Is she okay at least?!” Desperation in his voice. He can’t lose you. He already lost his daughter that he refused to believe was his, now to late to say hello or I love you. He had to see you. Just to hear you sweet voice at least one more time-
“I’m sorry Chisaki. She was pronounced dead 5 minutes before you came in.” No, no. He refused to believe it. He ran to your room, praying you were still here. You needed to be here. He needed to say he was sorry. That he loved you.
once he burst through your room door his worse fears were confirmed, and what the doctor was true. You no longer a heartbeat monitor. Your chest never moved to show some sort of breathing pattern. Kai ran to you holding your face in his hands. He put your forehead to his as his tears landed on your lashes.
“Please...wake up. I’m begging you. I already lost our daughter, I can’t afford to lose you to. Please my angel. Come back.....” Kai grabbed your limp body and pulled you close to his chest, shaking as he started sobbing uncontrollably. His whole world seemed to stop as he felt his only sort of light in his life be blown out. He cried into your neck as he collapsed onto his knees.
“Please, I don’t wanna be alone.”
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13 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞
Summary: you weren’t really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your school’s volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he can't handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didn’t cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know you’ll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesn’t need to know that.
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"i'm pregnant"
Oikawa looks back at her like its the most ridiculous thing she has ever said
"that has nothing to do with me, I never touched you" he says and was about to leave when Himari spoke
"yes it does Oikawa, I told the media you're the father"
"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!" he was angry now, as much as he wants to strangle the lady , it was below him to hurt women
"what do you expect? The media thinks we're dating" she says, eyes on the ground
"who's the father?" Oikawa asks as he pinches his nose bridge in frustration
"a barista, from Argentina"
"then tell the media that"
"You don't understand-my image Oikawa you gotta help me"
The audacity of this woman never fails to mesmerize him, after all she's done she still has the guts to ask hin for help
"you really had the guts to ask me that when you almost ruined my family huh?"
Himari looks at him with pleading eyes
"look, I'm not going to play as the father of that child, y/n and my twins, it's going to hurt them" he says as he takes a deep breath
"then I'm just going to keep telling the media that you're the father who refuse to take responsibility then"
"you dont wanna play this game with me Himari, for a fully grown adult with a successful modeling career, you're still a child throwing a temper tantrum" and with that he left the house
He was shaking in anger, he needed you to be there with him, he needed you to calm him down
That night Oikawa wenr home to you crying on the couch while the twins were fast asleep
He slowly walks up to you "bubs the rumor- Himari she's- I'm not"
You sush him as you pulled him close and hugged hum tightly
"I know Tooru, you maybe an ass but I know you won't sleep with your ex's cousin" you say in between sniffles, Oikawa chuckles
"especially with someone as ugly as Himari"
The next few days was hell, you couldn't bring yourself to go to work due to the humiliation, you stayed at home watching over the twins
Every single day, Himari would just come out with fabricated receipts and false statement
She even acused you of always trying to steal Oikawa away from her since high school
The comments were tormenting to read, a lot of hateful and death threats on there, it was so disturbing
Oikawa's two week vacation was cut off as he was working with a company to arrange a press conference
The Aoba Josai former volleyball club showed their support, they constantly visited you and the twins especially Maki who had a lot of time on his hands , by now they already know they are Oikawa's sons
His team from Argentina heard about what was happening and some of them decided to fly to Japan to show their support
Iwaizumi and Akira came to your house practically everyday and brings good food
Honestly, you felt quite assured that a lot of people really care for you amd you weren't fighting this battle alone
Your parents even went to the hometown of Himari's parents to talk to them about the situation and they said Himari wouldn't listen to them
After a week of non-stop lies from Himari, it was time for Oikaw to step on the podium in front of flashing cameras
Some of his teammates and coach were there to show support, Iwaizumi, Issei and Maki were also there, they were both holding the twins, which has been the center of the attention for a while now
In the matter of seconds, the press conference has already begun
Akira was with you at home since you couldn't go to the press conference, the media was just going to crush you and your sef confidence was deteriorating because of all the hate you were recieving
"as you all know about the issue between me and model Sato Himari, first thing's first, me and her are not a thing, we are not lovers, we are not exes, I have been single for two years and the last girl I've dated is her cousin l/n y/n, who I'm currently dating again now"
There were a lot of murmurs going around the room but Oikawa was quick to silence them
"Y/n and I have been dating ever since we were in second year of high school, we dated for nine years and broke up two years ago, because of Himari slandering her in front of our head coach and I have proofd for that"
Oikawa clicks the little remote on his hand as the huge projector showed screenshot of Humari's and his Coach's messeges, it also showed a lot of pictures of you and Oikawa from Hugh School, contradicting Himari's statement that you tried to steal him in higgh school
"we are now back together and sharing our lives with our children who are twins Haruto and Hayato"
The press whipped their heads towards the twins who were pointing at Oikawa and giggling, the media awww-ed at the sight
"handsome aren't they? Yeah my lovely girlfriend gave birth to them" of course he was Oikawa
"as for Himari's pregnancy, I am positive that I am not the father of that baby, she told me that herself, if she denies it I'll gladly take a dna test when the baby is born so that I can expose more of her lies"
There were a lot of whispers going around, his teammates, ex-teammates and coach gave him a thumbs up
"I have been talking with my lawyers and I will be taking legal actions regarding this, that is all, thank you"
So I decided to post the last chapter tomorrow because I am going to change it, yes, that's how impulsive my ass is BSBSHSHSH anyways thank you so much to those who supported this until the end, I love y'all💖! Stay safe and happy luvs!
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Sonally Week Year 3 Day One
Another year, another of @gojira007 and their blog @boundforfreedomsonsal hosting another week of one of the best OTP’s of fiction. Here’s my entry for Day One: Dawn.
Foreward: Another year; another Sonally Week! Here’s my entry for Day One, and hope ya’all enjoy. This one is a sequel of sorts to my “Surprise” Day entry last year, where after some heckling over certain aspects of his romance with Sally; Sonic gets the news he’s gonna be a big brother! Instead of a literally dawn I decided to do a more thematic ‘dawn of a new part of life’ aspect than the actual time of day.
“Sonic.”
The blue furred Hedgehog in question continued to pace the floor, seeming to either not hear, or simply not regard the call of his name. He stopped, but not to reply, and began to tap his foot repeatedly as he often did in a show of impatience. Soon he was pacing yet again, causing the one trying to get his attention to sigh in exasperation, again.
“Sonic!” Raising her voice, just-oh-so-slightly, Sally again, attempted to get the attention of her fiancé’ this time reaching out and managing to grasp his tail and give it a small yank. Probably not the best thing for Sonic’s pride as he let out the cutest squeak in response, but Sally didn’t mind. Smiling coyly yet with a hint of apology in her eyes as he turned to face her, she reached for his arm, softly rubbing it. “Calm down a bit hun, you’re going to wear the floor out.”
Rubbing his slightly sore posterior, Sonic gave his beloved a mild glare that softened almost as soon as it appeared; agitation giving way to the concern plaguing him. “Sorry Sal, it’s just, well it’s been over an hour since the expected due date. What’s the hold up?”
A voice quips from a chair along the opposite side of the waiting room from Sonic and Sally. “Well that’s how labor sometimes goes Sonny-boy. I mean you didn’t exactly pop out as soon as your Ma’s water broke. Slow-going was the name of the game.” Chuckled Charles Hedgehog, finding much amusement in his nephew’s impatience. An impatience he very much empathized with, but knew better than to get too riled up at this point. “So an hour past when the doctor expects the babies to come is small change, especially compared to how you made everyone wait a whole ten hours and ninety-one minutes before you finally graced us with your presence.”
Sitting besides Charles, Rosie Woodchuck let out her own dainty but hearty giggle as she reached to give the silver-furred Hedgehog a gentle squeeze of his hand. “Oh the language coming out of that room. We both feared for your brother’s manlihood if not his existence.”
“I wasn’t that hard on Mom was I?” Inquired Sonic with genuine curiosity mixed with a mild hint of indignity. His gaze only half-way went to his Uncle and Rosie; mainly because he still found it weird they were dating. Correction had been dating on the down-low since, well, a long time with the two only having a ‘break’ when he’d been roboticized all those years. He was genuinely happy for them, but it was still just plain weird to him.
“I think pregnancy is hard for any woman the first time around, or so I read and was told.” Mused Sally as she gently pulled Sonic to sit beside her, rubbing his quills to both straighten them out, and to soothe his nerves. Not unlike Sonic she was still processing the semi-recent revelation that her beloved former Nanny and Sir Charles had been dating under everyone’s noses for so long. Then again should she be surprised? Both were rather private people about their personal lives outside of whatever they did with friends and family. Not to mention the true reason they kept it quiet back in the day had more to do with concerns their positions in the Royal Court would cause unrest for some if their more intimate relationship came to light.
Looking toward Rosie, Sally was now curious about her own birth given the topic. “Were Elias or I rough on Mother?”
Rosie shook her head, “Not really, Elias took some time, but your dear Mother thankfully did not have too rough a time of it. Her calm demeanor kept up even dealing with labor pains, and the end result more than made up for it. You were much easier, as she knew what to navigate and you only took so many hours after the labor contractions began to grace us with your presence.” She smiled fondly, thinking about the two occasions, then giggled. “That said she wasn’t above occasionally reminding your Father it was his fault she was in that state, and well, that’s her story to tell more than mine.”
Snickering, Sally looked at Sonic with a very straight face, barely keeping a grin from forming. “I promise if we have kids, not to threaten your masculinity. That said, I will probably get my vengeance some other way.”
Lifting an eyebrow, Sonic elbowed his girlfriend-now-fiance’ gently in the arm. “Oh reeeeeeeally? Well you gotta catch me first Sal.”
“I already did.” She murmured, leaning in to kiss his cheek as she laced her fingers with his.
“Got me there,” Relenting, Sonic returned the smile, as well as the kiss, planting it on her fluffy cheek before leaning back in his seat. His concern for his Mother and his impending siblings, slightly alleviated for the time being.
The elder couple shared a look, one they had often shared when they were witness to the dear love and devotion between Sally and Sonic. From children to adults, the two always seemed to be a pair they fit so well, it was clear as day even when they were in diapers or arguing up a storm as toddlers, to their teen years. The small things in life that made all the gloom and doom of the past decade and some odd-change worth living for. Soon everyone’s heard turns as the double-door leading to the maternity ward opened and Doctor Quack limped out, leaning on his cane carefully, but with a confident stride; showcasing he’d come to master the walking tool quite well.
“Well-?!”
Holding up his free hand, both to interrupt as well as allow Quack to pull down his mask, his bill forming into a smile. “Your newborn sister and brother are here, healthy and loud, and your Mother is doing very well herself.”
The four cheer as they stand up, mindful this was still a hospital and kept it down, but their jubilation was completely understood.
“Can we see them?” Asked Sonic, already antsy and looking ready to speed down the corridor.
“Yes, we’ve already handled all the post-birth clean up, and checked their vitals as well as Bernie’s, who herself wishes to see you all as well. So I see no issue with allowing visitation right away, but do keep it brief, they do need their rest.” Advised the water-foul doctor as he kept himself straight, if just to fight off his own fatigue which was now creeping up after the long labor. “Just NO running Sonic, got it?”
At the mild admonishment, the Hedgehog simply grinned. “Me? Run through a hospital? Would I do thaaaaaaaaaaaat?”
“Yes, you would.” Everyone else remarked with amazing timing and matching deadpan. To which Sonic rolled his eyes.
“Sheesh, talk about a crowd! Anyway let’s go, let’s go!” Sonic urged, already half-dragging Sally along, forcing his beloved to keep in rapid pace close to him as they held hands still. Sally simply went with it, laughing softly at Sonic’s outright adorable impulsive need to see his new siblings. Chuck and Rosie merely followed at their pace, but there was certainly a spring in their step as well.
Eventually the group, along with Doctor Quack, reach the room designated for Bernie and her newborns. Managing to keep Sonic at bay enough, Quack pushed the door open for them and cleared his throat. “Jules, Bernie, your guests have arrived.”
Like an impatient puppy, Sonic squeezed past Quack, Sally trailing hand-in-hand still from behind. His emerald-green eyes, zeroing-in on the target, even as his breath hitched softly as a wave of emotion floored Sonic as he finally gazed upon his Mother and new siblings. As tired as Bernie Hedgehog looked, nothing could dull the intense love and adoration in her eyes and face as she held two swaddled bundles in her arms. Her husband Jules’ own expression was a mirror of his wife’s, only tinged with the pride only a Father can know. Each look up their expressions beaming more at the sight of their eldest child, with Jules instantly waving him over.
“Hey there son, come say hi to your baby brother and sister!”
Noticing that Sally seemed a bit frozen, Sally found back a ‘snerk’ that wanted to come out, and simply pulled him along. Upon seeing the two infants, mewling and cooing, her own eyes mist. “Awww, they’re adorable!”
“Y-yeah they are…” Sonic managed a dry chuckle, why did his throat feel so dry? He’d been psyched for this ever since his Mom laid the bombshell she was pregnant nine months ago! Of all the times for Sonic the Hedgehog to choke and lose his cool, it’s this? He didn’t lose his cool this much, asking Sally to marry him for Almighty’s sake! Leaning over he got a much better look at the two.
One of the two clearly favored their Mother’s more light-purple coat, another had the milder-blue of his Father. Both were cute as a button, and just, the sounds they made! Sonic usually wasn’t one to obsess over cute things, but he was entranced. “So we got names for these two? Or do I call em’ Li’ Sib one, and two?”
“We were thinking of Sonia, for this little angel.” Explained Bernie as she gently pet the back of her daughter’s head. The newborn curled against the warm hand that carried the scent of her Mother. “As for this handsome young man, I was thinking of something with M, like Manwell or Manny.”
“If he’s anything like Sonny-boy he’ll be one manic child.” Chuckled Charles as he and Rosie moved closer taking the end of the bed so as to not crowd anyone.
Something about that line struck a chord with Jules, who instantly adopted a thoughtful look as he rubbed his chin. “Manic, manic, why not Manic?” He grinned even as his wife looked at him rather funny. “Face it hun, if Sonic’s any indication, these two are going to be spirited, and it kind of goes well don’t you think?”
After a moment, Bernie tired rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she however smiled, “Manic it is. However if that name causes him woe, I’ll be sure he knows he has you to blame.”
“Anybody gives him or Sonia woe I’mma deck em’.” Sonic proclaimed, pounding his fists together.
“Nor alone,” Agreed Sally as she leaned against him. They weren’t her siblings biologically, but already she had decided she would help protect them at all cost.
“Triple, and quadruple so.” Added Rosie, who nodded along with Charles. The family was united on this front.
“Fantastic.” Giggling, Bernie kissed the heads of her newborns. “Hear that, your family is ready to murder for you.”
“You all can plot future murder later, as much as I hate to spoil the moment, Mother and both newborns need rest.” Spoke up Quack as he stood at the door, keeping silent until now.
Yawning, Bernie nodded in agreement, she was drained. Her gaze lifted to her husband. “You get some rest too, you’ve been up with me through all this.”
“I didn’t do even a fraction of the work; but, rest sounds good.” He yawned, quickly covering his mouth. “Mind if I just crash here Doc?”
“I’ve already asked an orderly to bring a rollaway for you. I know better.” Smiled the duck-doctor in a knowing fashion. “Now come now everyone, time to go.”
Looking at his parents, Sonic instantly stated. “We’ll visit tomorrow, promise.”
“Looking forward to it son, looking forward to it.”
Giving his siblings one last look, Sonic smiled and winked at the two infants. “Welcome to the world you two, hopefully by the time you can talk and explore the world there’ll be one last fat-man to worry about. That’s a big-bro promise!”
#boundingintofreedomsonsal#Sonic the Hedgehog#Princess Sally Acorn#Bernie Hedgehog#Jules Hedgehog#Chuck Hedgehog#Rosie Woodchuck#Manic Hedgehog#Sonia Hedgehog#Archie-Sonic
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Favourite Days HC
Like idk I had an idea and just kinda *Mumbles off into the background*
Favourite Days of the week with the MLQC boys, are references to story-plots so a slight-warning
*Fluff, Features of Smut and Nsfw*
Victor:
As a couple:
Sunday’s were your favourite day. The sheer laziness of the day, the one day Victor truly unwind.
The stock market offline, work phones switched off, your day purely devoted to each other.
Sex with Victor was always special, but Sunday morning sex was pure love. Spooning you from behind, arms cradling you close as your back lay perfectly to his chest, a puzzle that fitted so perfectly together. Lazy fingers replaced with lazy thrusts, sweaty limbs entangled in the silk sheets as if you had all the time in the world. Taking time to cherish and worship each other’s body’s.
Every Sunday morning started the same, he couldn’t get his fill of you and you couldn’t get your fill of him.
You’d shower together, rain cascading down your body as he washed your hair. Fingertips massaging your scalp as he pressed the softest of kisses to your shoulder, the gentler side to Victor that everyone but you never got to see.
You indulged on ‘brunch’ on a Sunday, due to the fact your love making often kept you in bed longer than planned. You’d spend the rest of the morning in the kitchen together, teaching you with the most patience, although do expect a few ‘dummy’s’ to slip out his mouth every now and then when you do something wrong.
He’d watch you dance around the kitchen as you played the radio, singing and holding a wooden to your mouth. The smile that graced his face was one of pure love and content.
Sometimes if you were in a playful mood you’d start a food fight, dipping your finger into the pudding mix and smearing it on his nose. A ‘childish’ would be his response but he’d repeat the action on to you and before you knew it both of your faces were covered in pudding mixture. Laughter and love filling his once silent home.
He’d cook for you for dinner, a feast for you both to indulge in. He loved cooking for you, you loved eating it.
In the evening he would cozy up with a book as you would play the piano, the piano he brought just for you, music flooding through every room.
It was on a Sunday he first told you he loved you.
It was on a Sunday he pleaded you not to go back to your apartment, to stay with him and make this your home as he held you in his arms.
It was a Sunday he proposed, in the dimly lit room by candle light of Souvenir.
It was a Sunday you married your soulmate.
As husband and wife:
Sunday was still your favourite day.
When you finally began trying for a family Sunday was the day that the most important of all. No distractions from the outside world, no rushing to finish because you both had morning business meetings. No Sunday was reserved purely for your love.
It was a Sunday when you found out you were pregnant. The two lines on the pregnancy test brought tears to you both, your home soon to be filled with the cooing of a child.
Sunday’s soon became a little more manic, the preparation for the nursery proceeded on Sundays.
Yellow paint clung in your hair, stained your clothes and dried on Victor's face, you drew kitty whiskers on his face as you giggled with glee. The nursery in the room beside your bedroom painted, custom made furniture built up, stacks of toys and clothes lay ready and waiting. The only thing missing was your bundle of joy.
The laziness of the day was soon replaced with private le mars classes, health gurus and more, Victor doing everything in his power to ensure you were both prepared.
It was a Sunday you broke down in tears, the anxiety of becoming parents taking its toll on you. The day Victor reassured you with pure confidence that you will be a brilliant mom, that he shared your anxiety of being a father but you’d face it together.
You gave birth on a Sunday, a strapping baby boy with a head of jet black hair, deep purple eyes with a straining of blue beneath.
As a family:
Whilst you both was on maternity leave, meaning you had everyday of the week free, Sunday was still your favourite.
Sunday’s were lazy walks in the park, strolling hand in hand as you pushed the pram. Your little boy fast asleep, tucked up in his blanket.
Sunday’s were filled with love and family time.
Sunday afternoons were Victor would lay on the garden grass above a blanket, your head would rest of his chest as your baby boy was cuddle in your arms. He would read to you peacefully, lulling you and the baby in sleep, his arms putting down the book to cradle you both close.
Sunday’s were Victor's favourite. Sundays were when Victor could provide his family with his purest attention, cherishing every moment of having his world complete.
Kiro:
As friends:
Wednesday was your favourite day. A day where Kiro’s schedule was mainly free meaning the two of you got to spend more time together. Whilst you visited him on shoots and in the recording studio, Wednesdays were reserved just for you.
He’d be up before dawn, most likely not sleeping because he was so excited to see you, waiting patiently for an acceptable time to ring you. The first time he rang you at 6 a.m., he was greeted on the phone by a grumpy Miss.Chips, telling him that 6 a.m. was not an acceptable time to ring. Now he waited a few extra hours, but poor sunshine boy was just so excited to see you.
You’d speak on the phone, throwing on your comfortable clothes and leaving. The whole way you’d speak on the phone, Kiro mapping out the day he had planned.
Somedays you would go on adventures and other times you would just soak in each others presence with a day filled with games and snacks.
You personally preferred the latter, you got to enjoy 1-1 time with him rather than hiding behind disguises.
Wednesday mornings consisted of breakfast that would give you a sugar-rush just from looking at it. We’re talking pancakes drenched with syrup, bacon piled to the ceiling, sugary cereals waiting at the side, juice already poured into cups waiting for you.
Wednesday meant Savin left Kiro alone for the day, apart from the odd phone call here and there, Kiro was fully yours.
On adventure days you visited the zoo, you had to physically drag Kiro out of the baby monkey enclosure because he almost jumped the barrier to get in and play with them. Other trips include volunteering at the dog shelter, again reminding Kiro he can’t adopt every single dog there.
Your favourite Wednesday was the Wednesday you beat Kiro to at Mario Kart.
“I can’t believe you beat me Miss.Chips! Someones been practising!” He teased you, turning on his side to face you. You were lying on his bed, faces and elbows almost hanging off the bottom of the bed as clutch your controllers in your hands.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the pure concentration in your face. The way your tongue stuck out slightly in the corner of your lip, the face you always made when you looked so lost in thought.
He was the one who charm anybody and yet in this case, it was you who was charming him.
“How can I practice! This is the only place I can play,” You laughed giving him a playful push on the chest. Distance closing between you.
“Maybe Miss.Chips is practising with someone else,” His eyes glinting with the faintest of gold.
“You know there’s no-one else I’d rather be with then you!” You smiled, noses bumping into each other.
You blushed first, his cheeks reddening like yours.
Both of you leaned in and just as your lips were about to press, the buzz of his phone broke you apart.
It was a Wednesday you realised how you really felt about Kiro.
First Kiss:
It was a Wednesday in late June when Kiro asked you on your first date.
The following Wednesday after, you turned up to Souvenir but it was shut. Kiro wore a cap and glasses to stay disguised.
You walked together through the city, arms brushing against each other before your fingers and hands entwined together. Dusk setting in quickly across the empty park.
“Hmmm,” He let go of your hand and stood in front of a bench, “Where am I?”.
You cocked an eyebrow, taking in the surroundings.
“This is,” You took a step forward to him.
“Where you agreed to be on my show,” You laughed, throwing your arms around his neck.
“Where you became my hero and helped save my company!” He wrapped his arms around your waist.
That day was also a Wednesday.
“This where you shared your chips with me!,” You giggled as his face leaned against yours, a laughing smile on his face.
“This is the day you called me miss.ch-” You started but the press of his lips against yours stopped you. You shut your eyes and leaned up more, the light smudge of your lipstick against his lips as you deepened the kiss.
“This is where I fell in love with you,” He lips only parted inches away from yours before re-meeting again with a passion.
It was that Wednesday you became Kiro’s girlfriend.
First time together:
Your first time together happened on a Wednesday.
It wasn’t your first time, it wasn’t his, but yet to both of you felt like it was.
The minute he entered you, fluttering tightness around him, fighting the urge to spill right there and then. Cock half sheathed inside you, forehead pressed to yours as his eyes clenched shut, jaw clenched as he gripped the pillow beside your head. The vein from his bicep twitching up to his neck. Pure heaven bestowed upon him, the goddess withering under him for more.
He was so lost in trying not give into the pleasure heat that beckoned him, he didn’t hear you calling his name.
“Ah...I-Im gonna cum…” Through clenched teeth. The dropped octave tone to his voice sent an unintentional clench over him sent his hand twitching.
“I-Its okay,” You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself, swallowing each moan that lingered in your throat, threading your fingers through his hair.
He shook his head above yours. Took a deep breath, “With you,”.
You stayed just as you were for a few minutes, taking deep breaths with him. Whispering sweet words of reassurance.
He pulled back, to thrust in again further. The pair of you moaning as one until he was fully hilted inside you.
He thrusted, you moaned. You wrapped your legs around the top of his thighs, he moaned.
He brought two fingers down to circle your clit, you scratched down his back leaving red marks. You both cried out each other’s names.
He came first, the throb of him triggering you to follow.
He held you close in an embrace, heart pounding. He told you he loved you, you told him you loved him back.
It was a Wednesday when he loved you.
Wednesday was both of your favourite days.
Shaw:
Teasing:
‘Sex? Everyday'
“Shaw!” You hissed, nudging him playfully as he chuckled, “This is serious don’t fuck around,”. Tuesday was one long ass day with Shaw around. “Give me that,” You snatched the pen out his hand and bumped him out of the way.
“What's up your ass today,” Huffing like a small child.
“This is serious, your brother’s in a lot of pain,” Sliding the medical paper across the counter.
“Yeah I know,” He shrugged, “So what, you two bangin now or what?”. You knew he was being ass on purpose, just grind your gears for a reaction.
“Yes actually, I had my lips wrapped around his cock all night,” You turn, lowering your voice a little and jabbing a finger in his chest. The twitch of his mouth as he tried not to smirk at you pushing back, never did you let Shaw one up you, always dealing back what he dealt.
“Ah so is that why we’re getting these, the whole being stabbed is just a facade?” Holding up the bag of painkillers now placed on the counter.
“Yep,” You snatch the bag out of his hands and walk out the shop, the smile rising on your lips as he followed you, he always did.
“So like, what your together or something?” His voice wavering slightly as he caught up to your side, walking side by side along the pavement. His walk didn’t match his normal confident strides as it always did.
“What does it matter to you if we were,” You turn, swinging off the metal bus stop.
“Ah, well I guess this it’s where it’s too late to tell you something,” He leaned close. The bus pulling up behind you.
“And what’s that?” The doors open.
“I wish your lips were wrapped around my cock instead,” Words as smooth as a devils bow, the twinkling glint in his eye as he winked.
“You getting on?” The man on the bus yelled.
Not letting him get away, you grab his collar, press your lips up against his and pull back slowly, “See you later Shaw,”. You run onto the bus, leaving Shaw (an almost) blush mess, fingers tracing over his lips.
The boy ran at neck-level to the next bus stop, his amber-eyes met yours as he stepped on the empty bus. He took 5 stretching bounds to be in-front of you, hands cup your cheeks as he sat down to kiss you, pushing you to lie against the bus seats. Tuesdays turn out to hold your best memories.
Electric shock:
“Oh~Oh~"
“Fuck, fuck!”.
You straddled his lower half, cock sheathed deep inside. The hair you had thrown up came apart in places, loose strands sticking to your neck as sweat ran down it. His hands roamed over your plump behind, holding your round cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze.
“Do it again,” One palm pressed over his chest, the other against the headboard. Your breasts bounced above him, bouncing yourself over his cock.
“What's the magic words?” He teased, even when in moments like this he was still a smug ass.
“I-I… going to cum~...fucking do it...Ah~,” Head throwing back as the snapping pop of electric clicked between his index finger, the minute the bolt of electricity hit your clit, your whole body shook. Electrical pulses of heat warmed your body, your body pulsing from the sensation as you relaxed above him.
He continued to thrust into you as he came, the intensity of your orgasm spurring on his own. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you collapsed with light breath on his chest, your relationship changing in dynamic. The pure lust between you bubbling over in the events of the day, finally over spilling and finding yourself in bed with him.
Your sexual encounters carried on daily from then on, but Tuesdays Shaw let you use his powers for your own pleasure. Showing you the true power behind his evolver.
Pouty Boi:
“Okay Kiro, no, yes… okay I gotta-”. A huff came from the man sitting next to you. You rolled your eyes.
“Alright, yes, alright, love you too, mwah bye,” You clicked the red button, let out a sigh and shoving your phone back in your pocket. Shaw huffed once more, pouting in a subtle paymemoreattention way.
“So you gonna talk to me?”.
He turned his head away, staring out the bus window.
“Shaaaaaw,” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck, no need to worry about pda the bus was empty.
“Don’t say love you when you end the phone to me,” He mumbled in an inaudible voice.
“What?”.
“Nothing,”.
“Come on, don’t be grumpy, I’m only to be gone a few days, I’ll be back Saturday, four nights okay,” You leaned forward and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, he batted you off playfully, beginning to drop his angry act.
“And I’ve spoken to Sharky [The plushie shark he won at a carnival] and he’s promised to sleep in my spot until I’m back,” The light smile on his face came back, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You’d let him discover his favourite pair of your panties beneath your pillow, a poloadroid of you wearing only them under them by himself.
He helped you off the bus with your case, still questioning you why you needed to bring so much junk for four nights.
He caught the glimpse of the CEO who stared just a second too long to be caught.
“Hey,” Shaw grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him, he pressed his lips tight against yours. The kiss speaking for all the words he truly wished to say to you, “Just be safe okay,”. You nodded and smiled like an idiot at his sweet moment.
You wheeled away with the others, taking out your phone and dialling a number.
“Hello?” Shaw questioned.
“Love you,”. You turned back to see the smile glancing over his face.
“Love you too,”.
A sunny Tuesday morning was the first time you spoke of love and real emotions in your relationship. That day was Shaw’s favourite day, not that he would ever admit it to you.
Gavin:
Saturday night takeaway:
Saturdays were when Gavin was most likely to be free from work, meaning you got to spend actual time together.
“Pork or chicken?” He held up a bag in each hand, already knowing your answer.
“Chicken of course!” You throw him a smile, grabbing some chop-sticks from your kitchen cupboard and settling down on the sofa. Gavin sat next to you, handing you the bag as the aroma of spicy pork and chicken broth filled your apartment. His knee brushed against yours as you delved into you food.
Saturday night was always takeaway night with Gavin, each week swapping whose turn it was to pick the restaurant.
You turned to watch Gavin slurp up his noodles, broth flicking over his shirt and the side of his mouth. You can’t help but laugh, the pure adorableness at the guy who puts criminals away for a living.
“W-what?” His face turning red as he catches you watching him.
“You’ve got broth,” You point to the side of your lip.
“Gone?” He asks, wiping his mouth but completely missing it.
“Nope,” You laugh, watching him do it again, the stain still pooling at his mouth.
“Here, let me,” You put down the food and move closer, gently bringing your thumb to rub the side of his mouth. Traces of the liquid now removed from his skin.
Your heart raced in your chest, the sound of your heartbeat flooding your ears as you continued to rub your thumb against his skin. He lowered his gaze to watch you, eyes meeting briefly before he slouched forward slightly, the distance closing between you.
You and Gavin had never really defined what you were, he loved your company, you loved his. He’d take you out of ‘dates’, but act upon nothing more than your friendship. He might let it slip at times how he felt about you, you would also do the same. A cheeky wink, a subtle flirt but nothing more happened.
“Gavin…” Your eyes flickering up to see his amber-eyes.
“Will you just kiss me already,” The words falling from your mouth before you even registered them.
He didn’t waste a second to press his lips against yours, a sweet tender moment you had both been longing for.
Saturdays became a lot more wild as you officially became a couple.
Saturday night fever:
You could have killed him. You were actually ready to kill him.
“I can not believe you Gavin!” You were livid.
If you wasn’t too busy nursing his wounds you would have stormed right out of his flat. He said nothing back, the only noise was a light hiss from him as you cleaned up his wound.
He had returned home late Saturday evening, a hand clutching his side as he stumbled into home. You was already there, you’d been waiting ever since Minor text telling you he was injured.
He sat in silence, white tank top thrown to the floor, the blood from his wound had soaked through it. The wound wasn’t deep, thank god, a bandage, rest and pain killers would quickly heal it.
“I-... Someone needed help,” His voice meek, watching you strap up his bandage.
“You promised,” Your eyes filled with tears, the third time this month he’d come home with a new injury. It was becoming more and more dangerous out there and you always feared the worst when he went out and didn’t contact you for hours or even days.
This was not the Saturday night you had hoped for. You didn’t listen to the words that followed, the same words he repeated every time, “The city needs me, I have to protect others,”.
“And at what cost Gavin?” You threw your hands up in defeat, stepping away as he tried to sit up on the sofa, a whine of pain sent him jolting back down.
“It’s not as if I asked to be stabbed, there was a gang,” He started but your lid flipped.
“So you weren't even on duty?” You already knew he wasn’t, Minor had told you.
“No…”.
“Gavin…” You crouch down and take his hand, your voice softer as tears ran down your cheeks, “You need to start being more selfish and looking out for yourself, not everyone else all the time,”.
“But it's my job, people need me”.
“And I need you!”. The room filled with a silence as you began to sob, to overcome with emotions, too many times you had this conversation.
“Bella, please,” He gripped your hand but you pulled away, standing up.
“I don’t know if I can keep doing this Gave, I’m not asking you to choose between work and me but…” Your voice trailed off, you wiped your eyes as black mascara tears stained your cheeks.
“This hurts me just as much, was you even going to tell me?” You asked, his gaze dropping.
“I-... I was going to just wait for it to heal, kinda hoped you wouldn’t notice,”.
A new wave of tears leaving your eyes. This perfect, perfect, man yet it killed you almost looking at him.
“Bella, where are you going?” His eyes followed you as you grabbed your bag off the side.
“Minor’s on his way, he’s going to look after you… I…” You started.
“I need some space to think about things…” Your tear filled eyes met his hurting gaze, the slight shock of horror on his face as he watched you leave, trying to fight the pain to stand up but it was too much.
Your heart wrenched with pain and conflict, you loved Gavin, you loved him more than anything in the world and you knew he felt the same towards you. But at this rate he was going to injure himself to a point it would ruin him, or worse kill him and you couldn’t just be waiting on the sidelines.
The Saturday night you walked out was the first and last time you and Gavin ever had conflict over your relationship. Normally, you loved Saturday but in that moment you loathed them.
Saturday Night Proposals:
“I’m really glad we're doing this,” You hummed, walking hand in hand with Gavin across the beach-front.
It was Saturday just before your one year anniversary and the two of you had taken a well needed few days away to the beach.
“Me too, it’s so peaceful,” He stopped, sitting down on the sandy back as you followed, resting your head on his chest. The pair of you admiring the sunset as the hue-reds faded across the ocean, the sun peeking down to caste a warming glow across the water.
“Gavin…” Your heart began to thud in your chest.
“Hmm?” Resting his head atop of yours.
“Can we just stay like this forever?”. A light chuckle from his chest sent vibrations across you.
“I’d like that,” The pleasant sigh of content left both of your mouths.
“Bella?” He nudged your head off him, adjusting himself to face you. The slight red grazed his cheeks in a form of a blush, however it might also have been sun-burn.
“I-I…” He started, taking your hand.
“I love you,”.
“I love you too,” You smiled. He fidgeted until he sat on his knees, hand still holding yours as the sunset glowed to the side of you.
“Will you marry me?”.
The words made you mind blank, chest raising slightly as you almost forgot to breath.
“I-If you need time I-” His hand trembled as it held yours, the other taking a small ring from his top pocket, the gem atop of it shone in the light.
“Yes-” Tears forming as eagerly gripped his hand, “Yes, yes, yes”.
“Yes?” He repeated, tears beginning to form in the crease of his eyes as you nodded, unable to speak from the overwhelming of emotions.
He held your left hand flat, fingers shaking slightly as he placed the ring on your finger. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him deeply. He met your kiss back with the same passion, pushing you backwards until your back hit the sand, climbing over you.
“I love you” Your lips barely parted from his.
“I love you too, Mrs.Qi,”.
You made love on the silent beach, either of you unable to control the love you both felt for each other. Nothing but the sound of crashing waves to accompany your cries of love for each other.
His favourite day was everyday, getting to spend the rest of his life with you.
Lucien:
Mondays:
Mondays were the days you and Lucien cherished most, the days he had the least amount of lectures meaning you could finish work early and slide into the back of the lecture theatre, just in time for his final lecture of the day.
His voice radiated power and dominance but in a warming manner, everyone in the class clinging to each and every word he said.
You’d pack his lunch in the early morning, normally running late as he indulged in your body well after your alarm had gone off. A repeat often following in the shared shower afterwards.
He’d give you the sweetest of kisses as you parted ways for work, him going left, you going right. Paths parting but soon to re-emerge later in the day.
Innocent texts were exchanged throughout the day, some not-so-innocent ones followed on his lunch break, knowing he was getting you hot and bothered before you came to see him.
You’d walk across the bustling city to the university, avoiding being bumped into by strangers on the street. Your eyes meeting a purple gaze as you settled in at the back of the room, a smile gracing over his lips. The brightening smile and wave you gave him bringing colour to his black and white world.
You lost yourself watching him, strutting across the room as he let out a small chuckle at a joke a student made. If only they knew the other side of their much beloved professor.
You often found yourself bent over his desk after his lectures, an almost need of urgency for him to remind you how much he loved you.
Some Mondays he would take you out on afternoon trips, your favourite being visits to the orphanage. Seeing Lucien so caring towards the children gave you serious baby fever.
He’d tease you with suggestive flirts, ‘accidentally’ brushing his hand over that weak spot you had on your neck. It was tortuous to say the least, knowing he had you purely weak at the knees for him.
If a classic or your favourite movie was playing in the theatre, he’d take you out to watch it. Ensuring you had the seats at the back of the empty theatre, you’d probably made it through the trailer before he was pulling you onto his lap. Call him professor with a wink at the end and your eyes would be rolling into the back of your head before the film even started.
He would try and come to bed at a reasonable time, although you often found yourself going to bed alone.
His favourite part of the day was when you would curl up into his arms as you slept peacefully, even when you were asleep you couldn’t bear to be apart from him.
Lucien's favourite days were Mondays, the first time he ever saw colour in his life was that monday you walked into his office. His life finally making sense the minute you stepped into it.
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Simply, yours (12)
Pairing: Baekhyun x reader
Genre: family AU, hapkido teacher AU, PhD AU
Word count: 3.5K
Warnings: mentions of death, cursing
A/N: a moodboard! Yay! Finally some face to the story ^^ in my head baek looks like on the pics in this one hihi. Couple of more interesting things will happen! Aaaand this series will finish by 15th chapter. Or less. I will see how much time I will have. :( Anyway, thank you all sososososooo much for the support and comments, it means THE WORLD! ❤
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Baekhyun was stressed. That much you could tell.
The competition between the universities was in couple of days and he-
“Chanyeol, I can't hang out! I still didn't hand in my paper on the sports psychology thing and I have to head to uni in a couple for the training!”
You were in the kitchen, trying to bake some muffins since you were craving like a mad man, and you could hear him pacing around the bedroom where he bunked the whole day to finish off the mentioned paper. He had been a bit distant since the past three-four days, and you gave him his space, knowing he wasn't taking any silly things from anyone right now. He was full on focused and, well, quite biting to whomever tried to help.
He sighed again. “Listen, I know we still have time to hand it in, but I am so busy with the university team that I need to finish it earlier. Fuck, the assistant master is also breathing on my neck. You need to understa-”
He went quiet when Chanyeol interrupted him, and you silently continued separating the dough to the empty holes on the baking pan.
It had now been two weeks since the Korean New Year and another check-up at the clinic, after which you started to attend pilates classes for the expecting women. You had classes two times per week in the evening hours and one of them clashed with Baekhyun's hapkido class at the university, so you weren't accompanying him that often anymore, which was also a small relief for you. As much as your presence there didn't change matters, you felt like a bothersome girlfriend that needed to keep an eye on him, which was not true. Let alone Jiyoung, although had not necessarily done anything, still made you uneasy with her straight-forward behaviour with Baekhyun. You trusted him, though. After the Korean New Year, you got rid of the whole jealousy nonsense and focused solely on yourself and your own peace of mind. After all, it was literally a matter of a few months and your life would become loud, tiring and just overall turnt upside down.
“And you know I've got other stuff to get taken care of.” Silence. “You know what I'm talking about.” You giggled to yourself, liking how Baekhyun was losing his cool with his best friend, not paying attention to the meaning of his words.
You placed the baking pan in the oven and set up the temperature and timer, finally standing up properly, and hissing at the pain in your lower back.
These days, whenever you looked in the mirror at your tummy and the dark stretch marks, you couldn't help but wonder how was this humanly possible; to bear three kids in your own body, in that little place under your heart. It blew your mind, and usually you would end up talking about this with Baekhyun just before sleeping when the lights were out and you were curled up at his side.
“Just proves how fucking amazing you are, my love,” he would murmur in your ear.
You smiled to yourself, your heart fluttering at the recollection and you sat down, checking your phone. A new customer who was buying your knitted clothings, was supposed to come by any minute now, so you might as well rest till she arrived, and let Baekhyun deal with his own issues.
You found a message from the lady waiting for you, so you opened it quickly, thinking she might have cancelled on you.
Hello! I was supposed to pick up the ordered knits today, but I can't make it unfortunately, so my husband will come at the promised time instead! Thank you!
Okay, at least she didn't cancel. You didn't care who would come for them as long as they were taken and paid for.
“Okay, Chanyeol, I will meet you tomorrow,” Baekhyun finally ended the call after more discussion and then you heard another heavy sigh. It caused pain for you too, knowing you couldn't help and you also didn't have a constant, stable pay so that you could ease it up for him just a little bit. Great at uselessne- no. You wouldn't allow yourself those thoughts anymore.
“Babe, you good?” you shouted.
“Yeah.”
“Doesn't sound very convincing,” you muttered to yourself, just when the doorbell rang. You struggled up to your feet and headed for the intercom, letting the person in.
“That's the customer, right?” asked Baekhyun from the bedroom.
You made your way to the door, the little bag with necessary clothes prepared, as you shouted back a yes before sliding the door open and waiting for the person to leave the elevator.
You were excited to earn money like this, even if it was just a little bit. You could shop groceries with it and Korea did have expensive fruit and veggies, unfortunately, so this came extremely handy to you.
Quickly shooting a look behind you, you double-checked if everything looked decent and clean in the apartment before turning back just to get the biggest shock.
Without even thinking, you had the urge to slam the door shut in his face before he could properly orient himself on the new floor of apartments, but you didn't do it. Instead, you ran your tongue over your teeth, preparing for a painful smile.
He turned and he spotted you - he just looked at your stomach - standing in the doorway, ready to walk to you resolutely before he actually brought his eyes up to yours. And he momentarily froze, stopping on the spot.
Silence overtook the cold corridor, and you felt the stress creeping up in your stomach, except you had nothing to fear this time. It was him who wanted something. And Baekhyun was right in the apartment in case anything happened.
“I believe you came to pick up the knits?” Your voice was almost foreign to you, it was strained so much.
His eyes fell lower, seeing just how pregnant you were; your body a far cry from when he last saw you. Clearing his throat, he replied: “Yes, I am.”
Slowly, he walked over and you pushed your hand with the bag out for him to take, wanting him to just leave. “Here. That will be 120.000 won, please.”
Your ex-boss stared at you, not taking the bag for a couple of heartbeats. He monitored your face before his eyes looked behind you at the humble apartment. Only after that, he took it while with his other hand he reached behind taking out his wallet probably from the pockets of his trousers. “Yes, I have the exact amount.”
“Good.”
He snapped his eyes back to you, as he took out the necessary cash before handing it to you. “How are you?”
Oh, dear lord. Not the small talk, please.
“I mean, are you doing well and healthy?”
You stared at him, hoping the negative emotions didn't mirror in your eyes too much, as you didnt want to become someone like him. “I'm fine and healthy, thank you for asking.”
“That's a relief.”
Suppressing a scoff, you were about to put an end to this fruitless conversation when you heard shuffling from behind, and Baekhyun's voice. “Is everything alright?” And he appeared.
He walked to your side, shock evident on his face. “You?”
You felt a protective hand around your waist, your boyfriend pushing you further inside the house, not liking an inch your evil boss being near your vicinity.
Your boss, Mr Kim, gave him a tight lipped smile. “Hello, Mr Byun. My wife is the one buying the knits from your wif- girlfriend.”
“Really?”
You nodded. “She wrote me just a couple of minutes ago that her husband would pick them up instead of her,” you explained to Baekhyun, who didn't even look at you, his strict gaze focused on your boss, “and it turns out to be Mr Kim. There are too many Kims in this country, for sure.”
“Well, we hope your wife will enjoy them,” said Baekhyun coldly. “Have a good evening.”
He was about to push both of you back inside to close the door, but your boss surprised you. Again. “I just wanted to… wish you all the best. I hope you will continue having a safe pregnancy and birth.”
You frowned, but nodded nonetheless. “Thank you.”
“And… I apologise.”
Baekhyun's grip on you tightened. “For what exactly?”
Mr Kim looked in your eyes as he seemed to think over his words. “I was acting unprofessional and it was not acceptable. Me sacking you due to your state was not justifiable, and I realize that I probably created even bigger financial difficulties for you. You always mentioned how money comes in handy and yet…” he shook his head, scrunching his eyebrows, “it was all a terrible mistake. I was insensitive. I apologise.”
You took in a shaky breath, your palms sweaty with anxiety as you let his words properly sink in. He actually uttered those words. Those apologetic words. The words you never imagined he would say, because you believed he was incapable of feeling anything close to regret and sorrow.
Sensing your hesitation, Baekhyun spoke up. “I think it's too late for that. But thank you. I bet my girlfriend appreciates your realizations.”
“Why suddenly?” You asked before Baekhyun could push you further inside the apartment. “I worked so hard for you. I always tried to please you yet I received hate.”
Something flashed in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite name. Was it hurt? Was it sorrow? Pain? “I don’t expect you to forgive me. I was ruthless, but just know that I am sorry.” He looked at Baekhyun now. “I deserved the punch.” With a sad smile, he raised and dangled the bag in front of him as he took a step back. “I’m sure my grandchildren will love this. And my wife too. All the best,” he said and turned around, not letting you and Baekhyun speak.
And you wouldn’t even be able to, because Baekhyun closed the door right after muttering: “Get home safely.”
“What was that?” You asked, shell-shocked at the sudden turn of events. “Did this really happen?”
You were still squeezing the bank notes in your sweaty palms and you moved to put them on the dining table, Baekhyun hot on your heels. “He is crazy. One moment he is shouting at you, calling you all kinds of things and the next he is sorry and acts like…whatever” he trailed off, in the heat of a moment unable to think of a proper word.
You shot him a look, amused. “I know. But at least he realized his mistake.”
Baekhyun pursed his lips, not fully convinced with your words but eventually he murmured: “At least if some other employee gets pregnant he won’t throw her out.”
You smiled, satisfied with his way of thinking. “Exactly.”
“And you earned yourself some money,” he reciprocated the smile and he came to you to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Well done.”
“I’ve been earning money through this for some time now,” you reminded him.
“I know but it’s his money.”
“Oh.”
“Exactly.”
-
Once the muffins were out of the oven, you decided to call Sukyeong. Baekhyun retrieved to your shared bedroom to continue his studying. He needed the peace anyway, and you really wanted to chat to your good friend because you had way too many thoughts and questions about your ex-boss’s well being. The way he acted was so unlike him.
Sukyeong thankfully picked up after the third ring and she squealed into the phone upon seeing your name. “Finally! I thought you would never call! We saw each other two weeks ago, don't tell me you got suddenly busy!”
You let out a breathy laugh. “No, I became lazy and almost immobile by now, thank you for the concerns.”
“I think I will have to drop by more often,” she thought out loud. “Besides, I also want to talk about something!”
“Eh? What is it?”
“Nah, this needs to be told face to face.”
Since your topic seemed to be just a little bit more intriguing than Sukyeong’s secretiveness, you decided to go with it and spill the beans. You quickly explained to her what just happened, feeling more encouraged by her gasps.
“Well, there is something that happened actually,” she said after a bit of silence. After you left your job, you and Sukyeong rarely ever talked about the workplace, Sukyeong only complaining about the workload and whatnot. She was such a kind-hearted, considerate friend to you; she knew by default the last person you want to talk about was your screwed up boss. “I just didn't know if I should tell you or not, since it doesn't really include you anymore and also…” she trailed off, “it might scare you.”
You frowned, fingering the little whole in the pillow you were hugging to yourself. “Scare me? What are you talking about?” you let out a doubtful laugh.
Sukyeon sighed and you imagined her playing with her fringe to ease up the nerves. “You know his son is married, right?”
“Mhm.” You rarely paid attention to your boss's private life but you were aware of that fact.
“So, anyway, Mr Kim's daughter-in-law was pregnant and she was supposed to give birth just one month after you left,” she continued on, her words still not bearing an ounce of confidence.
You interrupted her, though. “Oh, really? So why didn't he fire his daughter-in-law, huh?! How dare she be pregnant?! God, that man is ridiculous, I swear. Poor daughter-in-law! How difficult it must be for her to live with him!”
“Erm,” Sukyeong gently called out your name, trying to get your attention, which she did but you wished she didn't as her next words gave you the nausea you had been dreading to have your entire pregnancy. “She died giving birth.”
You went completely silent at that, your mind empty and busy all at the same time. His daughter-in-law died giving birth to his grandchild. She died. Giving birth. “How did that happen?” you breathed out.
“Complications during birth. Unexpected high blood pressure, high sugar levels and many other factors,” she replied, her voice sad.
“Jesus,” you breathed out again, “I had no clue.”
“You couldn't have known, dear.”
Tears burned in your eyes at the thought of how tragic the whole story is. So this was why he was apologetic. “But still… I'm so sorry. To her, and even to him - Mr Kim.”
Sukyeong heaved out a heavy sigh. “Don't cry, I cannot comfort you over the phone like this. You wouldn't know!”
“What if I will die?”
“You won't,” she snapped right away. “You are a healthy woman.”
“You know my blood-pressure is also dangerously high at times.”
“But that doesn't change the fact that you are healthy. You don't have problems with your sugar levels, nor is your entire pregnancy problematic.” She paused, before she continued. “Listen, this is why I was reluctant to tell you. I didn't want to trigger any fear in you. Just don't think about it.”
You felt your chin quiver, but you pushed it down. Sukyeong was right. Plus, Baekhyun really didn't need this kind of stress when he already had too much on his plate right now. Having to suck it up and be brave for your own self for once was something you should have started doing a while ago. You always knew pregnancy was a risk. But you wanted to show everyone that not having enough money and still bearing three healthy babies and eventually giving them birth was something more valuable than any monetary aspect of this world.
“You are right, Sukyeonga. I won't. But you owe me a hot chocolate.”
-
It was around 1am. You were lying on your side, naked back facing Baekhyun as he absentmindedly traced his fingertips over the imprints on your back, left there by your bra. He was shuffling around more, until he resolved to skinship in hopes to ease his mind.
“What's on your mind?” you asked quietly out of nowhere, startling him for a second. He thought you would be asleep by now.
You turned around to your other side, curling up against his chest and he gladly opened his arms for you, missing your presence. It was common that you two would naturally shift apart during the night, both of you deep in sleep, but because of your pregnancy you also felt many times boiling hot which resulted in you scooting as far away from his body heat as the mattress allowed. This time though, the night was exceptionally cold and you knew he needed you.
“Baby, you should be resting,” he rasped quietly.
You held his cheek gently, looking up at him, although he couldn't see you properly in the darkness. “There is something bothering my man,” you whispered, “and I can't sleep when I know you are this troubled.”
He sighed, and you could feel the heaviness of it, the worries somehow too difficult to bear. “It's just a lot on my plate,” he admitted, though very reluctantly. “I want our team to win or at least make it very far but I'm worried I am asking for too much.” His hand was caressing your back, enjoying the hot skin covering it.
“What makes you think that?”
He went silent, contemplating your question and his answer to it. The truth was, Baekhyun's head was very chaotic which rarely happened. Him, who always had a goal clearly set in his mind, never got this worried. “I don't even know. It's the PhD stuff together with this Universiad competition… both require my full attention and even though I am doing my best, I feel like I could still do better.”
It meant a lot that he was this outspoken. He shared his daily issues with you, however only the heavy ones he would let pile up and mull over them until he couldn't bear it anymore.
“My perfectionist boy,” you cooed. “Everything is created in your mind, darling. Everything is still the same as before - you are a student and as your side job you teach kids. Your team was always doing well and that's why you got this opportunity. In fact, you don't need to change anything. You have addition of Jiyoung and her team, that's true, but that still doesn't change the fact that what you did until now is enough. It is all valuable. You're not asking for too much, Baekhyun.”
A couple of heartbeats later you heard him sigh again as he squeezed your body to his, your tummy pressing to his side. “Thank you,” he murmured into your hair.
“Don't keep it in. I know it's difficult. I know, honey.”
“I just want to do well, you know? Do well in my professional life. And I want to do everything in my power to make you and our kids live comfortably.”
You felt stinging behind your eyes, touched and overwhelmed with emotions. “You are doing more than enough, Baekhyun. I'm comfortable and happy because I have you. Out of our entire village, you are the superstar. You are the one who made it. Don't doubt yourself for one second, because I will love you no matter what. You are doing already more than enough, so relax.”
He chuckled lowly. “What would I do without you, hm?” he whispered and he moved to bury his face in your neck, slowly kissing down to your chest where he rested his head under your collarbones. His arm around you was now caressing the bump, his thumb running over the stretched out belly. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Don't thank me.That's what I'm here for. For you. In good and in bad,” you replied as you played with his messy hair.
“Already doing the wedding vows?”
You grew hot, the sudden images of a wedding ceremony with Baekhyun warming your heart. “Not yet.”
He hummed. “But soon.”
“After the kids are born.”
“Where do you want to leave them for our honeymoon? They would be always tied to your boobs. That way I can't have them just for myself.”
That made you laugh out loud, and you pulled on his hair gently, making him chuckle. He raised his head and you felt his breath on your smiling lips. “Then you better enjoy them until you can.”
He kissed you slowly, languidly, humming in the process while dragging his hand over your bump and chest until he was cupping your cheek. “I should, huh,” he murmured into your open mouth. “Though I beg for priority. I was the first to claim them.”
You laughed again and Baekhyun felt extremely satisfied, his worries settled for now. He brought you in for another sensual kiss until both of your eyes were droopy enough to pull to sleep.
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Chapter 104 - SBT
Here it is!
"When is she due, Micky?"
"A few days, maybe a week, now, Mum."
"And he's always holding her like that?"
"Yep… Holds her more than anythin' else. Even took his week off of work for her."
Mundy and Caroline were preparing a tray of tea and biscuits while Lucien was on the sofa, holding Perle on his lap.
"And how is it goin' with him?" She asked.
"Mum, he… He's amazing. I…" Mundy sighed and turned to look at Lucien, through the door. The Frenchman was absorbed by whatever he was saying to Perle and didn't pay attention to Mundy, leaning on his side on the doorframe. "I don't know how to say this."
"Just say it as it comes, Micky."
"Might come out weird."
"Micky, I'm you mum. I know you. You don't have to make excuses or anything."
Mundy leaned his head on the doorframe too.
"He's… perfect. He's everythin'. He's… Y'know, sometimes I think about how it was before."
"Before you met him?"
"Yeah, and even before we lost the farm, how I used to get mad at Dad and all… And then I look at Lu' and all this frustration that I had with Dad just… melts away. It's almost like it was worth gettin' mad and going to the desert for days if it meant that I'd get with Lu' in the end."
"Aw, Micky… Listen to you, big boy…"
"I-I'm sorry. Might be a bit too much, the way I said it."
"No, please…" Caroline joined him at the door. "Go on."
"I uh… When I think back, I wonder how I managed to live before him. And then I realise that…"
"That what, baby?"
"That I wasn't." He answered in a sigh. "Everythin' makes sense with him, and nothing does without him."
"Aw…"
"I don't even know if that makes sense."
"It does, Micky, oh it does…" Caroline turned to the whistling kettle and dealt with it.
"Really?" Mundy followed her.
"Yeah. I felt the same for your father back in the days."
"Not anymore?"
"O'course I still feel that way for him, that's why I stay with him. For better and for worse, in health and in sickness."
"Yeah… Never thought I'd get it one day, but now I do."
"And it made you grow into an even better man, this relationship with your Lu'."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You're so much more calm, and confident too! You used to be so shy and bottle up everythin'. Sometimes even I found it hard to understand you, Micky. But now, you open up more and you even talk about your feelings…! I didn't even know if or when you had a girlfriend or a companion…"
"Never really happened."
"Really?"
"No one came even close to what I'm havin' with Lu' now. It was just uh… y'know… Not more than a few hours, if we're both drunk…"
"Oh…"
"Yeah, 'm not proud of it." Mundy blushed. "But it was never something when I could have decent conversations, or even just feelings for the guy, or the sheila. It only happened with Lu'."
Caroline smiled sweetly at her son.
"Head over heels for him, you are, eh?"
"Yeah, at least." Mundy chuckled.
"By the way, did you think about what I told you the other day?"
Mundy raised an eyebrow but soon he understood his mother.
"Oh, yeah. But he's too busy with the kittens. Will give it more thought after."
"Fair enough. Now please, be a good boy and carry the tray for your old Mummy, yeah?"
"Sure."
Mundy obeyed and followed his mother to the living-room.
"Mon bébé… Oh? Tu as senti ça? C'est un petit! Ils sont presque prêts!"
[My baby… Oh? Did you feel this? That was a little one! They are nearly ready!]
Lucien had his hand on Perle's side, feeling the occasional kick of the young life brewing there.
"Meow!"
"Oui! Je l'ai senti encore!" He laughed and Perle brushed her head against him.
[Yes! I have felt it again!]
"Here we go for a cup of tea…" Caroline brought the tray.
"Mundy, did you think about-?" Lucien asked.
"Yeah, I did, Lu', I got an extra lil' bowl of water for Pearl, don't worry." Mundy and Caroline sat left and right from Lucien.
"Thank you." Lucien said and took the bowl Mundy handed him. He got it close to Perle who sat up and started lapping at the water.
"You seem very worried for her." Caroline gave Mundy his cup of tea. "Did she have a bad delivery in the past?"
"Not that I know of." Lucien answered. “But she must stay hydrated. She is drinking for four now, five including herself."
"There are four kittens?" Caroline asked.
"Oui, that is what the veterinarian said."
"Aw…"
"Lu' even has that book he's reading all the time about it."
"About what?" Caroline asked.
"Cat pregnancy." Lucien answered. "I want to be prepared for the delivery and to welcome the little ones. The bed is ready and waiting in our room, did Mundy show you?" Lucien asked.
"N-no, he didn't…?"
"Lu's a bit…"
"He says I am doing too much." Lucien said. "I am merely trying my best. It is an important event in the life of our baby here, so it is extremely important to me. Besides, it is exhausting for her, mentally and physically." Lucien scratched her, brushed her and pampered her all day long.
"I'm tellin' him he doesn't need to be such a mother hen but it's almost like he's gonna get the kittens…"
"We are, Mundy - oh, oui, ma chérie, voilà. Tu es fatiguée? Tu peux dormir, Papa veille sur toi."
[Yes, my darling, there you go. Are you tired? You may sleep, Papa is watching over you.]
Soot jumped on Mundy's lap to then lie next to his wife.
"Oui, Soot, tiens lui compagnie, brave garçon…"
[Yes, Soot, keep her company, good boy…]
"Even Soot is helpin', eh?" Caroline asked as she took a sip of her tea.
"Oui, he is an excellent future father. He bathes her everyday, thoroughly, and helps her stay warm."
Caroline smiled sweetly.
"May I ask, Caroline…"
"Yeah?"
"Any names you would suggest for the kittens?" Lucien asked.
"Oh, I… I don't really know. I'm not good with names…!"
"Yeah, you are, Mum." Mundy wrapped an arm around Lucien's shoulders. "You chose my name and I'll never complain about it."
"Mundy is so beautiful and exotic." Lucien added.
"Oh, well… I just liked the sound of it." Caroline chuckled. "But Lu', what does your name mean? Where does it come from?"
"Ah, well…" Lucien slowly leaned back on the sofa, paying attention to disturb Perle the Soot the least possible. "My mother told me that she was the one to choose this name for me. My father was missing when I was born. We learnt only later that he had passed. She chose Lucien because of the meaning. It comes from the Latin lux, which means 'light'. My name means 'the luminous one'. She named me thus, hoping that I would bring her the light of hope." He smiled, albeit with bittersweetness.
"That's very sweet…" Caroline said.
"Indeed, she was."
"Is she still…?"
"Non, she passed away a long time ago unfortunately."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Thank you, Caroline."
"Carrie." Lucien's eyebrows jumped. "If I call you Lu', you can call me Carrie."
Mundy blushed from his end of the sofa.
"But enough about old stories and let's look at the future." Lucien looked at Perle, asleep on his lap. "I cannot wait for the little ones to get born."
"It'll be a lot of little mouths to feed, eh?" Caroline said.
"Oui, but it is all ready, aren't we, Mundy?"
"Hey, I raised the previous litter mostly on my own, eh? Did I do a bad job at it?"
"Well…" Lucien teased with a smirk.
"Well, what? Dare tell me they were badly raised, I dare ya!"
"They weren't badly raised but uhm, a few things could have been improved, I believe."
"What?!"
Caroline chuckled at the banter.
"You boys are made for each other."
Mundy blushed beyond his ears and Lucien's cheeks turned pink.
"Mum…!"
"You remind me of Mike and I when we were younger."
"By the way, how is he?" Mundy asked.
"Would you rather I left you alone?" Lucien asked.
"Nah, don't be silly." Caroline answered.
"I would perfectly understand." Lucien insisted.
"Lu', you're family." Caroline said and put her hand on Lucien's. "You need to know these things as much as Micky does."
She put her cup back on the tray and laid her hands flat on her knees.
"He's… Better, I think, in a way at least." Lucien and Mundy listened keenly. "He is talkin' again and living normally, so that's good."
"But…?" Lucien felt it coming.
"But he… He doesn't really wanna talk about you, Micky."
"What d'you mean?" The Aussie asked.
"Whenever I come back from visiting you, I always tell him that you're doin' fine and, y'know, give him the latest news. But he doesn't really react to any of it… He's hearin' me alright, eh, but he just doesn't answer anything."
Mundy lowered his head.
"Is he eatin' and sleeping well?" He asked.
"Yeah, like he used to. I sleep better too. But he's still a bit off for anything that concerns you."
Mundy sighed.
"I… I'm so sorry, Mum, I-I wish I could do somethin'... Other than leavin' Lu' that is, cause that's never gonna happen."
"I know, baby, I know." Caroline said. "I wish I could do something too."
"I might have an idea." Lucien said. "But I need to ask first, would Mike accept to see Mundy coming at your door?"
"I-I don't know." Caroline said. "You guys want to visit?"
"Just Mundy, I think my presence would be too much."
"No." Mundy answered. "We either go together or none of us go. He's got to understand I'm not ready to compromise on you, Lu'. I've always taken his side and taken it on my shoulders, his rants, his anger, everythin'. This time, I won't yield."
Lucien turned his head to face away for an instant. Caroline noticed it and frowned at Mundy for his bluntness. He blushed and looked where his mother was nodding at.
"I-I mean… I… Uh… Hm." Mundy took Lucien's hand in his and pulled it to his own chest. "It's both of us or no one, is all."
"I know, Micky." Caroline gently nodded. "But what was your idea, Lucien? Maybe we can make it work differently?"
-- A few days later, in the evening --
"Meow…"
"Oui, mon bébé, je sais, moi aussi je l'attends. Dad ne devrait plus tarder."
[Yes, my baby, I know, I am also waiting for him. Dad shouldn't be much longer.]
Lucien was sitting on the bed, in his pyjamas with his book about cat pregnancy in one hand. The other was busy petting Perle and Soot, scratching and lazily brushing their black and white fur. From time to time, he would turn a page and read whatever could make the passing of time less dull, under the night lamp.
Whenever some noise would interrupt his reading, his ears would prick up, along with Perle's and Soot's. But he knew that if Soot didn't move - and if Perle didn't try to - then, it wasn't Mundy yet.
Eventually, it did happen. Soot and Perle were bathing each other when the black male slithered out of bed.
"Meow…" Perle pushed herself on her paws to stand up.
"Ma chérie, non, regarde-toi, tu peux à peine tenir debout. Reste allongée avec moi, Dad et Soot vont venir, ne t'inquiètes pas."
[My darling, no, look at yourself, you can barely stand up. Stay on my lap with me, Dad and Soot will come shortly, don't worry.]
Perle meowed in protest but soon agreed with her Papa when she realised that her belly was too much of a burden to jump down the bed. She curled back on her Papa's lap and complained.
"Meoooow?"
"Why, you ask? Because you are bearing fragile children, mon bébé." He brushed her long, white hair and paid attention to never pressure her belly.
"Hey, luv'." Mundy entered the room while Soot slithered back on the bed. "Look at you, babies…" The Aussie removed his clothes to stay in a tank top and boxer shorts before joining Lucien and the cats in bed.
"Won't you be cold with only that?" Lucien asked.
"Nah, you and the cats keep me warm."
"Meow!" Perle raised her head and pushed herself to her feet.
"Bonsoir, mon amour."
[Good evening, my love.]
They exchanged a kiss and Lucien naturally used Mundy's shoulder as a pillow. Perle and Soot lay between them.
"Meow…?"
"Yeah, sorry, Pearl baby." Mundy scratched Perle on her head. "I was busy with work and all… The electricity cut on the workshop and a few other rooms. Turned out it was only a fuse in the end."
"It took you a long time…" Lucien complained and snuggled against his lover.
"Sorry, couldn't tell it was as simple as that at first." Mundy looked down his chest. Lucien was lying on his shoulder, Perle and Soot sharing his chest and stomach. "Look at all of you, I was only gone for a few hours, eh?"
"We missed you." Lucien said.
"Meow…!" The cats answered.
"Aw, sorry. Did I miss anythin'?"
"Perle is getting more and more tired."
"It's gonna be soon, eh?" Mundy answered as he laced his arm around Lucien.
"Oui. I can't wait but I am also apprehensive."
"Why?"
Lucien closed his eyes as he felt Mundy slide his fingers through his locks to scratch his scalp.
"We will be grandparents, Mundy."
The Aussie switched off the night lamp and Lucien put his book aside, on his night table.
"We were grandparents before, eh. It's not the first time."
"Oui, but this time we will attend the event of giving birth itself…! Last time, you saw the kittens days after their birth, and I? I saw them much later!" Lucien sighed with a smile. "We will see them open their eyes and… take their first steps, eat solid food for the first time…"
"You really talk about them as if they're your own babies, eh?"
"It is as close as it can ever get." Lucien answered.
"Would you… Would you have liked to have more children?" Mundy shyly asked and started regretting when he heard Lucien take a deep breath and sigh. In the darkness of the night, he couldn't see it, but Lucien frowned.
"I do not know. I don't think I want more children. I just… I would have loved Jérémy to…" Lucien didn't manage to finish his sentence. "Sometimes, I think about the future, not just for you and me, but the future beyond us. Once we pass, nothing will remain of us but a lifeless body. No one will carry our name, our values, us."
Lucien looked down and saw Perle and Soot had fallen asleep, forming one mass of fluff on Mundy's body.
"Yeah, guess you're right but you're also very wrong, baby." Mundy answered with a low voice, and pulled Lucien to rest his head on him. "You're the only reason some people made it through the war, you're the only reason some lives didn't end back then. You'll be remembered, for sure, and if you think about it, the simple existence of these people and their children is your doin', even though they're not your kids, eh."
"Maybe, but it is very impersonal. None of these people will have a part of me in them. But those kittens, as disturbing and mad as it sounds, these kittens do have a part of you and me, as much as Perle and Soot do."
"It's not mad, baby. It's the truth. I mean, I remember the first time I saw baby Pearl stop at a crossroad… That was madness." Mundy chuckled and Lucien smiled. "But also, that showed me what kind of man you were, and turned out you weren't so different from me."
"What do you mean?" Lucien asked as his eyes slowly closed.
"You showed me that you were a family man, a man who could care deeply for people, even though the suit, the tie, the balala-thingy and everythin' didn't show it much. Your heart was bigger than what it seemed and even if your attitude and all tried to hide it, your heart was still bigger and sweeter, baby."
"Aw… Mundy… Did you really think all that when you saw Perle stop at the crossroad?" Lucien's hand slowly slid to Mundy's chest and gently scratched it on the tanktop.
"Yeah, but thing is, I didn't stop to put it into words. But now you taught me to do it, and here we are."
"What, mon amour?"
"Remember I had that chat with you, a long time ago, and I told you that you managed to put words on things I couldn't. D'you remember that, doll?"
Lucien hummed and weakly nodded against his lover's chest, next to Perle's fluff.
"Well, back then, you said that it was because I was scared of lookin' inside me, scared of what I'd find. But now, I'm not, not anymore. I just… I feel like I've got my life together, and in my own hands. I have a beautiful, uh… I-I don't even know what to call you, I mean, boyfriend seems childish, partner sounds like we're doin' business…"
"What about lover?"
"It's nice but… You're more than that, Lu'. You're so much more. I grew up with you, I changed. I'm so much less shy now, I'm more confident and I feel like a proper man, with a family to take care of. Lu', you… You've made me a man."
Lucien opened his eyes and raised his head to Mundy.
"Mundy…? These are very strong words."
"Yeah, I know." Mundy frowned.
"Are you sure about this?" Lucien turned to his stomach to rest on his forearms. Mundy looked in his eyes and slid a hand on his cheek and through his long, silky hair.
"Yeah. I'm sure. You've changed me, Lu'. I'm more responsible now, I'm… I've always feared that day that I'd have a family on my shoulders. I can hardly take care of myself alone so takin' care of other people was just not possible. But I had it wrong in my head. O'course I can take care of a family. If the family is you, Pearl and Soot, yeah, I'll carry you all on my shoulders everyday if I have to. I just… I just love you."
Lucien smiled and pushed himself closer to Mundy, pressing his lips against his lover. The Aussie's hand gently pushed Lucien's hair away from his face.
"I love you too, mon amour."
Another quick peck was exchanged and Lucien laid his head on Mundy's shoulder. It didn't take them long to fall asleep.
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Secret Mission - Chapter 1
I’m ripping off the band-aid...this is actually the newest piece I’ve been working on, as the plot is inspired by a Christmas movie (though my story won’t deal with Christmas...also it’s AU, no Voldy and you’ll notice many favorites still alive).
Here’s Chapter 1. Holy crap I’m nervous!...holds breathe and hits share
Read it on AO3 or FFN
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With a soft pop, Ronald Weasley apparated just outside the boundaries of the protective wards surrounding The Burrow, his family's home. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the warm, crooked house, and listening out for any sign that his arrival was noticed. When no such indication came, he began his trek to the back door, his copper red hair glistening in the late morning sun.
He knew that as it was Sunday, his mum would be serving brunch, which was pretty much mandatory since Molly Weasley's children were almost all out of the house. It was how she brought her children (and now grandchildren) home each week so she could see them, love on them, and make sure they got at least one decent meal in them for the week (and send them home with leftovers, of course). If you were a child of Arthur and Molly Weasley, or a partner or child of one, and you were in apparating or floo network distance from Devon, you came to the Burrow on Sunday. He smiled thinking about how Ginny, his only sister, likely looked forward to Sundays the most. As the last Weasley living at home, she adored the chance to share their mum's sometimes overbearing attention a bit.
He stood outside the back door and listened to the voices seeping out of the open kitchen window, still thankfully unnoticed. As he suspected, he heard the telltale sounds of his family tucking in to brunch. He listened intently, his auror skills at play, and he immediately recognized the voice of his mum and dad, Ginny and her fiance (Ron's own git of a best friend Harry Potter), his oldest brother Bill and his wife Fleur, as well as his niece Victoire and the babbles of their second child, who Ron was looking forward to meeting as Fleur had just announced her pregnancy when Ron was about to depart for his extended mission the previous year. Soon he heard the laughter of his troublesome twin brothers, Fred and George, and the reprimanding tsks of Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson - their respective girlfriends - as they tried to keep their antics in line. He paused, waiting for another voice. A smile crossed his face when he finally heard the monotone drawl of his dear brother Percival - Percy - as he regaled the crowd with a no-doubt boring antidote regarding his work at the Ministry. Ron, knowing that the presence of Percy also meant the presence of his quiet wife Audrey, now knew that once he walked through the door, fourteen pairs of eyes would stare back at him; exactly half of them from under ginger red locks similar to his own. The only Weasleys missing, himself and his brother Charlie. Ron made a mental note to send an owl to his dragon-taming brother in Romania as soon as he could, and hoped he planned to come home for the holidays.
Holding his hand on the doorknob, ready to push it open, Ron paused to take in the significance of this moment. He had been away from his family for a full fifteen months, with no contact. Unlike his years at Hogwarts, while he was away on his extended mission with the Ministry's newest Auror branch, the Auror Missions Abroad Corps, or Auror MACs, he could not come home for summer, Christmas and Easter hols. He couldn't even send owls or have any communication. His family couldn't even know where in the world he was as he was essentially in hiding with his team. The only one in the Burrow who knew his general whereabouts was Harry Potter.
Harry, having joined the Auror Corps with Ron, enjoyed being Ron's partner for their first two years. When they were approached by Head Auror Robards and offered to train on the new branch, only Ron pursued the chance. Harry, understandably, chose to pursue the officers training route, hoping to someday succeed Robards. (Though, Harry didn't say this to Robards face. That wouldn't have ended well.) Ron knew that back then Harry's decision was also driven by his desire to stay close to home and to Ginny, who he was preparing to propose to at the time.
Harry being a part of the Auror Corps at least knew what country Ron's team was in, though not much else. He could not share that information with the family, but he at least knew the only piece of information that he was able to bring home to the Weasley's each night - that their youngest son was alive as all injured aurors are reported to the department immediately.
Harry did not, however, know that Ron was already home.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Ron finally turned the knob of the back door and swung it open stepping inside. Immediately the chatter ceased as all fourteen heads whipped to his direction. They were obviously surprised at the door opening, being that all but two of the people who could pass through the wards undetected were already in the house and the missing two, Ron and Charlie, were not expected. Harry, Ron even noticed, was standing with his wand drawn in record time, even for the best auror in the corp - which he undoubtedly was.
"I'm home," Ron said with a wide grin.
Chaos. Total and utter chaos.
Chairs scraped the wood floor as everyone else leaped to their feet to join Harry, and yells and squeals escaped their lips.
"What?!"
"Ron!"
"Mate!"
"Oh thank Merlin!"
Though the furthest from him, Molly was first to reach him - likely due to the combination of a mother's need to get to her child, as well as the family's understanding of that need thus making way for her to fly by them all and reach Ron first.
"My boy!" she cried as her arms wrapped around his waist. "Oh, my boy!"
"Hullo mum," Ron embraced her back and kissed the top of her head. "I missed you." And he did. Ron loved his entire family, but Molly Weasley, the matron of the Weasley's, his mum, he definitely missed the most.
She pulled back and looked up at his face as her hands reached up and cupped his cheeks. "Not as much as I missed you, my boy," she choked out as tears pooled in her eyes. She pulled him into her one more time before finally releasing him to his father. "I'll make you a plate while you say hello!" She stepped away wiping her eyes on her apron as Arthur stepped forward to his youngest son.
"Dad," Ron said as he wrapped his arms around his father.
"I'm so glad you're home son." Arthur squeezed Ron then stepped back to look him over, his hands on Ron's broad shoulders. "All is well? No injuries? Mission was a success?" Ron chuckled and answered affirmatively to all. Satisfied Arthur clapped his back then stepped aside, but he continued to watch Ron beaming.
One by one the Weasley siblings embraced their brother. Bill slapped his back much like their dad and told him how proud he was of him. Fred and George took the mickey, of course, at his ability to drop of the face of the earth. Percy seemed tearful as he greeted Ron, but quickly stole himself and quite professionally welcomed him home. Ginny threw herself at her closest brother. It was quite a while before she let go and all she said to him was, "Don't ever do that again."
"Part of the job m'afraid," Ron shrugged. "But I'll see what I can do."
Finally it was the turn of the partners to welcome Ron home. Angelina and Katie, who played Quidditch with Ron for several years, expressed their delight that he was home and well, Audrey politely hugged Ron and expressed how happy she was to see him safe, then Fleur approached Ron flanked by his beautiful blonde niece Victoire, and the newest Weasley that he had yet to meet.
"This is Dominique," Fleur cooed in her husky French accent after Ron greeted her and Victoire. Ron smiled to himself reminded of the days that the presence and voice of this very girl actually did things to him he couldn't control. He was happy to notice that the part-Veela's powers no longer effected him. I wonder why? he thought with a small chuckle. He knew exactly why.
The beautiful wide-eyed infant in Fleur's arms smiled at Ron from under short Weasley-Red locks. She didn't know this uncle, but Ron could see the recognition in her eyes. She knew he was family. It's probably the hair, he thought to himself as he bent to greet her. "Hi Dominique, I'm your Uncle Ron." He extended his long finger to her which she grasped gladly and gurgled her greeting in response.
As he straightened up, he noticed that one last person had held back, waiting for his turn; preferring to be last.
"Auror Potter," Ron said, a glint of playfulness in his eye.
"Auror Weasley," Harry nodded in response. Seconds later a smile crossed Harry's face as he strode in to hug his best mate. Everyone grinned as the two men held one another. Having spent almost every waking moment together since they were 11, the last fifteen months were the longest the pair had gone without any communication in over ten years. Next longest was likely a week or so.
"Mission complete?" Harry asked as they finally dropped their arms.
Ron nodded. "For now. We made a lot of progress so, we'll see. The captains will be filling Robards in this week then decide if and when we'll need to return."
"I should hope not!" Molly called out. "You just got home!"
"Molly dear," Arthur placed his hands on her shoulders as she set Ron's heaping plate on the table. "This is the life of an auror, especially one as accomplished as our boy." Ron basked in the evident pride in Arthur's voice. "Let's not think about what may be and when, let's enjoy having our Ronnie home for as long as we have him!"
With that everyone sounded off their agreement and returned to their seats. As Ron headed to the place his mum just pulled together for him, next to her own seat of course, Ron wordlessly told Harry they would talk more in detail later. Harry nodded his understanding.
Ginny shook her head. "Not even five minutes and you two are having your silent conversations."
"As if you two don't have your own secret word-less language!" Fred quipped, referring to Ginny and Harry.
"Yeah," George piped up. "Entire eye conversations-"
"-and more, I'd say." Fred finished. Molly tsk'd to her mischievous duo and turned to Ron.
"You'll be staying here, right Ronnie?"
Ron, who was shoveling his mum's fantastic eggs in his mouth paused and shifted uncomfortably. "Erm..." he swallowed. "I'll actually, uh, be staying with the other aurors in my unit for the time being. Just so we're, you know, close in case of anything." He glanced at his mother's expression, relieved to see she believed him, but feeling badly as her face fell.
"Oh, yes...o-of course. That makes sense."
"I'll be here loads though mum, don't worry."
"Around mealtimes I reckon," Harry teased. Ron looked up at Harry and smiled, but was surprised when Harry's smiled changed to one of curious accusation. *Bloody hell...he caught on to my lie. Just don't say anything you prat.*
"Yeah," Ron agreed, "among other times of course." He smiled back at his mum as she continued to shower him with attention.
Brunch continued with light, happy conversation. Ron learned that George and Angelina were now engaged and got the impression that Fred was not too far behind. Audrey timidly announced to Ron that he would be an uncle again, having told the family with Percy just the week before. Fleur told the tale of baby Dominique's frantic birth as Victoire climbed into Ron's lap and reacquainted with her long lost favorite uncle.
Ron turned to Ginny and Harry. "So, I didn't miss the wedding did I?" He was teasing but also a bit hopeful.
Harry got a serious expression on his face as he leaned forward onto the table. "You know good and well there was no way I was getting married without my best man."
"And you better believe that all of my brothers will be at my wedding Ronald Weasley. We were waiting for you."
"Gin, Harry," Ron started to protest, guilt building inside him.
"No, don't," Harry interrupted him. He took Ginny's hand. "We discussed it and there was just no way. Molly and Arthur were behind us too," he nodded at Ron's parents who showed their agreement. "There was no way we were getting married without you."
Ron smiled at his best mate and baby sister, but his stomach twisted at Harry's declaration. He dropped his left hand under the table subconsciously even though he knew it looked bare to them and winced as Harry's words repeated in his mind. There was no way we were getting married without you.
All this time as he prepared to come home, his mum was his biggest concern. How would he tell her about all that happened since his departure early last spring? How would he explain the decisions he made while he was away? How angry would she be?
But now, he realized, he also had Harry to worry about. He would bloody well be upset.
Ron moaned internally as he made up his mind: he couldn't tell his mum today about his year abroad. It was too soon. As he looked around at his family, he knew he needed to give them a day to adjust to and enjoy his homecoming. For me to enjoy it too. He would tell mum tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow. He just hoped someone would understand.
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It Happened-Chapter 5: Adventure Time
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You had spoken to Fury over the phone before leaving, letting him know that you would need to be off duty for a while due to your pregnancy. You had decided against telling him about your leaving the compound. You figured the less people that knew, the better. The hairs on your arms and the back of your neck stood on end, at the thought of one the many enemies the Avengers have faced, finding out about you carrying Captain America’s child. You shook the thought from your head, knowing you would die before you would allow anyone to harm the offspring of you and Steve.
As you headed out of your bedroom, you were slightly disappointed when you saw that Steve wasn’t there to see you off. You steeled yourself in the fact that you and he needed to think things through to make sure the baby would be raised in a safe & healthy environment. You looked around the room one last time, and a good memory swam to the front of your thoughts. Smiling to yourself over the pleasant reminder, you opened the door to leave and almost ran smack into Wanda.
Your eyes darted to her hands, that were holding her own luggage. Your smile faltered as you realized that she wanted to come with you.
“Wanda, I think you should stay here. The team can’t afford to have us both gone.”
Wanda shook her head in disagreement, “Y/N, the next couple of months are going to be a trying time for you. Are you sure you want do it alone?”
“Yes, Wanda I’m sure. I just need some time to figure everything out, I won’t be gone long. Plus I’ll check in with you often and keep our mental connection open so that you can pop in on me whenever you want.”
Wanda looked at you unconvinced, “Promise?”
You held out your pinky to your sister from another mister, as a sign of good faith. You both tightly clenched your pinkies together, swearing to keep in touch until your return. After sharing a tight hug, you turned away and headed for the garage. You dumped your belongings into your Black Audi TTS Coupe, hopping into the driver’s seat you started the engine as a quick reminder ran across your mind. Courtesy of ever nosy Tony Stark, every car in the compounds garage had tracking equipment placed on them, for just in case reasons per Pre-HYDRA, SHIELD protocol. You knew if you left them in, Steve or Bucky would easily be able to find you if they wanted to. You hopped out and made quick work of snatching out every tracker that you knew of in your car. You walked over and placed them on Steve’s motorcycle, you then looked down at your cell phone knowing that the one in your phone couldn’t be removed. You placed it on the bike with the other trackers and hopped back into your car. Revving the engine, you exited the garage and put the compound, your teammates, Bucky, and Steve in your rearview mirror to quickly drift away.
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Steve, Natasha and Bucky were still seated in your and Steve’s apartment at a stalemate when FRIDAY broke the awkward silence. “Captain Rogers, your wife has exited the compound.”
Steve blew out the breath he unknowingly held, “FRIDAY, can you turn on the trackers in her car and cell phone. I at least want to know where she is, in case of an emergency.”
Natasha began to shake her head knowingly when FRIDAY uttered a quick response to Steve’s request. “I’m sorry Captain, but she removed the trackers before leaving, they are currently located on your bike along with Mrs. Rogers cell phone.”
Bucky began to chuckle lightly, bringing Steve and Natasha’s attention to him.
“What is so damn funny?” Steve said to the man, his voice unable to hide his annoyance.
“You are Steve,” Buck replied with a smug grin. “…for being the amateur that you are at tracking Y/N. That’s what’s funny.” He stood and puffed out his chest slightly, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up Y/N’s locket tracker.”
“Yes, Sergeant Barnes.” The A.I. had a holographic screen presented, showing a blue-colored dot moving at a steady pace along the New York state outskirts.
Steve stared at the man in shock, “You had a tracker put on my wife?”
Bucky’s metal arm plates began to shift, annoyance clear on his face, “NO, I put a tracker into my girlfriend’s locket before you stole her from me!”
The two men glared at each other across the coffee table. Natasha had, had enough of the testosterone volleying through the room.
“Okay, we’ve already established that you both are very overprotective of Y/N. Can you two hash out your issues now?”
Steve and Bucky looked away from each other, their faces still holding stern looks. Natasha sighed slightly at their stubbornness.
“If you two don’t find some middle ground to agree on and move forward, I don’t see this ending well for everyone.”
Both men looked at her in annoyance, knowing that she was right. They turned their glares back to one another. Steve huffed out a breath and spoke first.
“Why Buck? Why Y/N? You could have any woman in the world, you already have one of the best.” Steve glanced briefly at Natasha, giving her a soft smile. His gaze returned to his best friend, “Why are you trying to steal my wife?”
Bucky slid forward and leaned across the table, facing Steve. “I told you before, she was mine and you stole her first.”
Steve scrunched his face up in disgust, “Buck, do you hear yourself right now?”
As the two men began to quarrel loudly over one another, Natasha stepped in once again. “STOP!”, she yelled.
The men’s discussion had ceased, but they continued to stare at one another.
“You two are still arguing, instead of trying to understand one another. Let’s not go over what we already know. You two need to come to an agreement on what’s going to happen from here on out.”
Natasha walked over to where Steve was sitting. She stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, she moved her mouth near his neck and kissed him gently there, feeling Steve’s body tense up. She looked back up at James, his eyes barely hiding their glare at his wife’s actions. She whispered into Steve’s ear, knowing James’s serum enhanced hearing would hear her message loud and clear.
“Didn’t your mothers ever teach you two how to share?”, she winked at her husband.
Steve looked up at Natasha with confusion spread across his face. She rolled her eyes at him and walked around to the front of his chair, taking a seat in his lap.
“James, you had every intention of including Y/N in our relationship, if she had agreed to it. And we all know Steve clearly still wants to sleep with me.” She watched as his eyes searched the floor as if the answer were located there.
Natasha turned her attention back to Steve “Y/N gave you permission to have sex with me.” She ran her fingers through his hair, and looked at him questioningly, “Why can’t we all just share?”
Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, at a loss for words. He looked over to his friend and saw that Bucky looked to be giving Natasha’s idea actual thought.
As if it was only a passing thought, Bucky’s eyes quickly fell back on to his wife. “And you think that I am just going to allow you to sleep with Steve? So, he can take you from me, too?”
Natasha shook her head, “James you are not allowing me to do anything, Y/N is ok with Steve and I sleeping together. You clearly aren’t going to let Y/N go, you have to be able to give and take.”
“S…ss...so, we’d all be sleeping together?” Steve questioned Natasha, his cheeks turning slightly pink under her gaze.
“We don’t have to make it a group thing if you don’t want to, but we can be with each other whenever we want, sort of like an open relationship, except it’s only open to the 4 of us. Think about it Steve, I know you and Y/N have some things to work out once she comes back, but do you honestly want to not be with her anymore?”
Steve shook his head, he didn’t want Y/N to leave in the first place, much less to divorce the present love of his life. Now that he knew they were expecting a child, it only reinforced that for him, he had absolutely no intention of leaving his wife. He still couldn’t explain the sexual desire that pulled him to Natasha, wishing he’d kept his mouth shut instead of rambling about it to Sharon. He’d hoped that telling the woman would keep her from coming on to him while he was at her residence, but it only seemed to slightly stall the blond. Natasha could read from his eyes that he was going to go along with it, she then turned back to her husband.
“So, James, are you willing to comply?”
He gave a firm nod to his wife, letting her know he would allow her to sleep with Steve. Bucky got up and walked over to where she and Steve sat. He bent slightly and gave her a deep lingering kiss on the lips, as Steve looked on. Rubbing his thumb gently across the apple of her cheek, he then gave a nod of okay to Steve as he stalked out of the room.
He thought back to what Natasha had mentioned earlier about “giving and taking”. He would need to give a little in order to get what he really wanted…YOU, he wouldn’t be completely ok until you were back at the compound, safe in his arms. He still loved you, as much as he loved his wife, she understood his desire for you. Natasha had still agreed to marry him, even with the knowledge that one day, it would be the three of you sharing a bed. James hadn’t accounted for Steve to interfere with his plans, but now he knew that getting you to leave Steve would be extremely difficult, if not impossible. Unless you personally made the decision yourself, he would have to accept the terms as they were.
He made it to his and Natasha’s bedroom and shut the door. Taking out his phone, he pulled up your tracker, seeing that you had stopped only two hours away. He knew it was probably just a temporary stop. He decided then, not to allow Steve or his wife to be a distraction from keeping watch over you. He would bring you home if it was the last thing that he did.
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The Mistakes We Made - Chapter Twelve
Summary: When her high school girlfriend comes back to town after two years with a baby and a terrible story she won’t tell, the Librarian has to deal with the feelings she had worked so hard to keep at bay.
Notes: Trigger warning for description of an emotionally abusive relationship
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Her hands shook as she held the test in her hands. She hadn’t known what answer she even wanted it to show, either would come with a measure of disappointment. But this surely was the most shocking result.
The two blue lines stared back at her, her breathing labored. She had always wanted to be a mother, but she had always assumed it would come later, when she wasn’t in college and had a job of her own. This was too fast.
She sat at the university’s bathroom stall for long minutes, her mind a turmoil of worries. But she told herself it would be fine. She had a good house and a loving husband, and even if she did take longer to complete her studies, he would still finish his in few years. In the meantime, their parents would continue to help them.
It would be okay. This baby was a blessing, a little fruit of their love, which they would adore so much.
“Hey, baby.” Johanna put a hand on her stomach, whispering gently not only not to be heard, but also to calm herself down. “I’m- I’m your mother. And I can’t wait to meet you.”
She still took longer to leave the bathroom, but eventually she figured that staying in there would achieve nothing. She left the college’s main building, walking to a less crowded area, where she wouldn’t have to worry about being overheard, and picked her phone from her backpack.
It rang three times before he answered. Torrin didn’t have any lectures to attend on that afternoon, which had allowed him to leave town and spend some hours in Trolberg; his father apparently wanted his input on some decisions.
“Babe?”
“Torrin, I need to tell you something.” She said, her voice wavering. There was a nervous feeling coiling in the pit of her stomach, making it hard to get the words out.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, everything is wonderful.” She took a deep breath, looking at all the other people around her going about their days. How odd, that this was such a normal day for everyone else when for her it was the most life changing moment she would ever experienced. “I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby.”
It was the first time she said the words out loud. It began feeling more real, and even though it was daunting, she couldn’t help the smile spreading over her face. However, it began to wilt as the silence on the other end of the line extended itself.
“Torrin?”
“That’s…” He found his voice, sounding like he had been startled, which he probably had. “That’s amazing, Jo. Truly.”
There was more silence, and she could hear him breathing heavily in the other end of the line. “I’ll be home by six. We can talk more about it, okay? I love you.”
Johanna sighed, a small part of her that was afraid he wouldn’t take the news well being silenced. “I love you too.”
_#_#_#_
Everything was not wonderful. How had he been so stupid? He knew better than this. And the time couldn’t be worse. With his father on the town hall and the plans for his re-election going, they could not afford any wearing down to the family’s reputation, certainly not the type that would come with the baby. Best case scenario, he would be expected to turn his full attention to the child, and maybe even move back to town where everyone could control his life. Worst case scenario, the city would frown on a pregnancy when neither of them had stable jobs and question the mayor’s support of two irresponsible young adults.
No, no. That couldn’t happen.
As soon as he turned off his phone, he looked at his father, who was staring at him from across the table with a raised eyebrow. He explained the situation, earning a wearing sigh from his father.
“Oh, Torrin, of all the irresponsible…”
They both agreed that this child should remain a secret, at least until his second mandate was over and his party chose someone else to compete for the town hall. By then, he would be older and have a job, and a child would only help his image. They could make something up about “raising the child in a bigger city to expand its horizons”. This could work if they were careful.
There was only one little thing he needed to be careful about before anything else.
_#_#_#_
He made sure to look both weary and happy when Johanna opened the door. She practically leapt at him with one of her too tight hugs, and dragged him inside to the living room, where she’d already made them tea.
They talked and eventually decided that she’d put college on hold when the due date approached. He asked that she made her doctor appointments at Ericsonberg, seeing as the doctors there were usually more qualified (“no offense to your mother, of course”) and she readily agreed.
The point in the conversation that he had been waiting for came when she put her cup down, tea all gone. She said she’d like to tell her parents about this face to face.
He froze in his seat, made his eyes widen. She noticed, of course, and furrowed her brow.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, innocent as always.
“I’m sorry, Jo. I… hadn’t realized you’d want to tell them yourself. You know, since I was already at Trolberg...”
“Oh!” There was disappointment on her face, but no sadness. “Well, they didn’t call me. That’s weird.”
He looked down, his leg bouncing up and down as it did when he was anxious. He cleared his throat. “They weren’t happy, babe. At all.”
He flickered his gaze to her when he heard her draw in breath, and then brought it back down. “They didn’t like that it happened so soon. They said you’re too young and that we were irresponsible. I’m so sorry, Johanna, I don’t think they want to see you anymore.”
“W-what?” There were tears in her eyes as she stuttered. He hadn’t meant to make her miserable, of course. He was not a cruel man, to make his wife be estranged from her family because he liked the idea. But it was what was necessary, and by the time she learned the truth, she’d surely forgive him.
He kept on looking at her, all sad eyes and furrowed brow, as she got up from the sofa and her gaze bounced around, looking like a caged animal even though there was no sort of threat nearby. She reached for her cellphone, which had been lying on the coffee table.
“I need to call them.” She muttered, still trying to keep her tears at bay.
“No.” He said firmly, extending his arm to grab her wrist. “Don’t, Jo. It will achieve nothing more than making you sad. The stress isn’t good for neither you or the baby. please.”
She drew her hand back slowly, and he let go of her. She swallowed, looking directly at his eyes, and sat back, looking resigned before the tears finally came in full strength a moment later.
Torrin took the seat closest to her, and held her while she wept, making cooing noises. But despite his wife’s state, a scandal had been avoided that night. He couldn’t bring himself to regret anything.
_#_#_#_
Torrin had been acting strange.
It had began a few days before. He’d been receiving many calls to the landline, and he always insisted on picking up. More often than not, after these calls he’d leave in a hurry, saying his father needed him for something. Johanna knew he was trying to get experience in order to join the world of politics when he was old enough, but still, something must be happening for him to be leaving so often. It didn’t help matters that he seemed to be constantly tense, either.
It was making her anxious. She had a hard time focusing on the motherhood books she’d bought in Ericsonberg, and she couldn’t even gather the concentration to draw. Most of the time, she’d simply stare out of the window, her mind working hard to try and make sense of what could be going on.
So one day, when he received the call, the temptation was too hard to ignore. While he picked it up in the living room, she tip toed to their bedroom, which had a second landline. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, and she stared the phone for long seconds before picking it up, biting her lip while her hand opened and closed around the phone.
But regardless of what was right, she had to know where she stood. His actions led her to believe something terrible, that she didn’t want to think him capable of. They made her believe that she was not the only woman in his life, and with their child so close to arriving, that was a doubt she couldn’t afford.
When she did bring it to her ear, the voice on the other side wasn’t of anyone she knew, and the terms used were confusing to her. But at least it wasn’t feminine. They were too technical, too veiled. They gave her the impression that anyone who shouldn’t be listening to that conversation wouldn’t understand it. But she had read a thing or two about politics, as she had figured she should before joining a family of them, and came to the startling realization that this is what they were talking about. As her hearing adjusted itself to the call, her brain began to catch up, leaving her horrified.
How selfish had it been if her to think an affair was the worst that could happen.
The strange voice, the one that didn’t belong to her husband, seethed with a veiled kind of anger, and Torrin’s words spit venom right back. All this behind polite phrasing and friendly façade, like two snakes circling each other, hissing at one another over a helpless mouse.
She sat on the bed, hand over her nose and mouth to muffle the sound of her heavy breathing. She truly hoped, in that moment, that she didn’t understand any of what they said, but she did: they spoke of corruptions and schemes and things that no honorable person should talk about.
Torrin had mentioned the new road that was being built to connect Trolberg to Sandefjord more easily, and she realized that this is what they were discussing. The voice she didn’t recognize was that of the head of the construction company that was in charge of the job, she figured after a minute or two of listening to them.
There was dirt involved in the job. Even from the little she knew, she understood that there was money laundering, that the contractors were using more of the people’s money to build the road than was needed. And she understood that her husband was fighting for his part of it.
Most of the call, they tried to discuss the percentages that would remain with the contractor and those that would go to the Avens. She could practically hear Torrin grind his teeth in anger. She heard the call for a few more minutes, and the man she didn’t know seemed to be winning. He had a very useful card to play, after all.
“Remember who helped you on important times, Mr. Aven. And that your father may need help again very soon.”
That seemed to make Torrin remember his place, and Johanna put the phone down, not bearing to listen to it any longer. As if it wasn’t bad enough already, there were also kickbacks involved.
The ran her hands through her hair, lifting her legs to put her feet on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees as best as she could with her round belly. This wasn’t right. This was not her husband, it couldn’t be. He had changed for her, had said so himself many times, so he couldn’t possibly be involved in things so terrible that not even the person he had been before would do.
She had to confront him about it. She had to say she could not stand by this, living knowing that maybe the money they used to buy their daughter toys had come from the taxes of a family that could need it more. But what could she do? Jobless, without parents to stand by her, and with his child on the way, she had no leverage.
And hell, she shouldn’t need leverage! He was her husband, her best friend, her prince, should he not do what she asked out of love? That’s what she’d been doing, what he’d asked her to do, saying that he would always do the same. But she wasn’t so sure of that anymore.
_#_#_#_
She hadn’t had any choice about whether or not a confrontation would happen, in the end. Torrin had noticed her constant shifting in her chair when they had dinner, and how she wouldn’t meet his gaze, and asked her about it. She could have lied, of course, but it felt terrible to lie to him.
When she told him, he got up from the table abruptly, making the glasses and cutlery rattle on the table. He looked at her with such intense anger that she drew in on herself, trying to make herself as small as possible. He shouted at her, saying that she should never, ever try to put her nose on his business, saying that she had completely broken his trust, that she wasn’t who he thought she was.
Tears stinging at her eyes, she tried to make an objection, begging him to understand that what he was doing was wrong. His chest still heaving, he interrupted her with an angry voice.
“All I’m doing, I’m doing for you! For our daughter! How can you be so selfish as not to see that?!”
This shut her up. She wished she could argue, could raise her chin and speak her mind, but that never went well with him. It always made him angrier, and she hated it when he was angry at her. She just wanted him to stop shouting and forget she had said anything.
Before he calmed down, though, he went on about how it felt like he didn’t know her anymore. The tense atmosphere continued all through dinner and extended itself through their evening, still lingering while they readied themselves for bed.
“I’ll sleep in the spare room.” He said coldly while he gathered a blanket in his arms. The spare room had been turned into a nursery, but there was still a bed in it for when someone needed to sleep in the same room as the baby.
“No! I mean, you really don’t have to.” She creased her brows, looking at him while her heart felt heavy inside her chest. She would truly loathe to see him go away from his own room because of something she did.
“No, no. I’ll spare you from having to sleep near me.” His tone was sarcastic as he walked to the door without looking back. “Since I’m such a horrible person.”
Johanna stifled back a sob, watching the door close behind him. She was left feeling guiltier than she ever had in her life.
_#_#_#_
She was standing in front of the sink as she texted Lucy.
The bathroom was the only place where she felt like she wasn’t being watched these days. Ever since she had discovered those things about her husband, he began to look at her the wrong way every time she picked up her phone, no doubt worried that she’d tell someone about it, even after he’d made her assure she wouldn’t. He wasn’t in the house at that moment, but she wasn’t alone either.
His father had hired a nurse to stay with her in those last few weeks of the pregnancy, to help in case Torrin wasn’t home to drive her to the hospital when her water broke. But Johanna knew there was another reason why she was here. She knew that she was here to tell her father in law of anything she did that could be considered a threat to the Aven family. And it was driving her mad. What did they think she’d do? Pull a Lady Diana on them?
She had nowhere to go, no one to help her beside them, so why even bother to have her watched over? It made her feel nauseous, and most of all it made her remember when she was eighteen and her parents wouldn’t stop following her around or prohibiting her from going places, but that phase was over. She’d rid herself of who they claimed was the problem, she became friends with people they approved, she dated the guy they wanted her to date. But now it was happening again and she hated it.
So now she was texting her friend locked inside the bathroom. Lucy was one of the only friends she had left. After she’d walked away from her friends at Ericsonberg, she’d had a hard time finding people she got along with as well as them.
Not to say she really got along with Lucy. They had practically nothing in common, but she was someone Johanna knew for a very long time. She was simple, easy to understand. Easy to talk to.
And she desperately needed to talk to someone. The things she now knew were bubbling up inside her, and she was afraid she burst without someone to counsel her. She hadn’t told Lucy exactly what happened, of course, just that she had found out something terrible about Torrin. After being assured that he hadn’t hit her or cheated, Lucy texted:
“Well, than he didn’t really do anything against you.”
“I suppose you’re right.” She admitted reluctantly.
“Come on, Jo! Stop fussing over it, then. It must be exiting, knowing that he’s capable of something bad but treats you well. Give him another chance.”
She stared at the phone screen for a long time. She didn’t know what she had wanted Lucy to answer, but she had expected her friend to side with her, to not brush her concern off like it was nothing.
She put her phone in her pocket and and left the bathroom, but not before flushing the toilet to make it more believable in case the nurse was listening. She tried to convince herself that Lucy was right. That’s what she had first seen in him, wasn’t it? The thrill of being adored by someone who had done questionable things in the past, of reforming a monster.
She tried to convince herself, over and over and over, that the monster hadn’t turned on her.
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No Thieves Welcome XVI: Exhale
❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader
❛ type | multi
❛ summary | hvitserk decides to ask his girlfriend out to prom. margrethe isn’t fond of that. death-- on the horizon.
❛ warnings | potentially offensive character death, teen pregnancy (18 years old), physical illnesses, hopelessness, eating pussy, murder, violence.
❛ sy’s notes | I’m really sorry.
It was a slippery slope.
On one hand, he could have gotten rid of Magnus. On the other hand, shitcanning his baby mama’s best friend when he already fucked her OTHER best friend? Not the best option. But whatever, he could work around this like he always had.
“He’s fuckin’ wit’ me and I’m gonna bust his teeth in. If I had proof that he beat Thora, I’d fuckin’ stick a weight on his ankle and chuck him in the fuckin’ sea.” Hvitserk hisses, ambling backward on his sneakers down the street. The main gates of the school was a stone’s toss away. “Bucked-toothed fucker.”
“If he makes a fuss, we’ll get rid of him. He’s not our brother.”
“We fuckin’ better. ’m tired of his bitch ass.” Hvitserk growls. “Bjorn can’t know.”
Ubbe grunts, a noise that signals he’s done with the conversation. “Are you working tonight?”
“At the docks with uncle. More shipping.”
“Like always.” Ubbe stops. Hvit stops along with him, looking at Ubbe curiously.
“What?”
Hvitserk turns over his shoulder, spotting a long, lithe blonde strutting in heels or-- no, boots, he realizes. Her hair is tight in a ponytail on top of her head, barely tinged. It swishes along her slight back, accentuating the perky ass he had been staring at for some time now. Couldn’t blame him. Torvi is one hot teacher.
“Who? Torvi?” Hvitserk laughs, punching his older brother on his upper arm. “Man, if Margrethe catches you doing that with a teacher,”
“Not my problem,” Ubbe says, checking his watch. Hvitserk has the sudden feeling that he already had done “that” with the teacher. “I broke up with her. Enginnsaðóttir!”
Well, at least he doesn’t have to worry about Bjorn’s reaction to his ex-wife porking his half-brother. Torvi would put him in his place. Hvitserk sighs, left out to deal with the thoughts buzzing around his head until you got there. He leans against the rod iron fence, hands shoved in a pair of rarely worn jeans, a size too fat for the slight pudge he’d gotten since spending nights at your house. Pebernødder cookies were not on his side.
“--just don’t talk to me! Go away!”
Hvitserk hears around the corner.
It’s your voice, clearly upset. He shoves himself off the wall, stomping to a stop in front of the sidewalk you were coming from. With this hands in his pockets, he stands with his feet slightly apart.
“The twins aren’t--” From behind you, he spots Magnus’s wily curls. “--safe.”
You spot Hvitserk, rushing forward to set your hand on his bicep. Hvitserk’s hand comes atop of it, nodding.
“I’d say she’s plenty safe. From you, of course.” Hvitserk drops his hand down to his twins in your stomach, bobbing his head as he considers his children. “But thanks, kid.”
Then swiveling on his foot, Hvitserk shows you inside school grounds. Usually, before class, he’d be taking you to get something at that cute little cafe. He’d buy himself some chocolates to idly snack on, pretending he was half interested in the class.
“C’mon babe,” Hvitserk opens the door for you, pressing on the middle of your back to usher you the ground level and up the stairs. It’s private enough that he corrals you into the corner, near a large window. “What was he talking to you about?”
Leaving.
“He was… he was just, just being stupid,” your eyes focus upon your hands. You find the astral rings that Hvitserk bought you for your first sonogram more interesting. A small buildup of tears is forced back. Hvitserk leans in, his hand at the side of your head.
A girl walks in, paying no attention as she hops up the steps toward class prior to time. Hvit runs his hand down the build-up of stubble. Not that he’s a man that grows much facial hair easily, compared to his chest, but he’s let it go just a bit.
“Don’t lie to me, huh?” Hvitserk lifts your chin, pinning you with force against the wall. “Bet he was telling you to leave me.”
You don’t speak. Knowing he was right, Hvitserk leans down to your stomach. He cradles your belly with two hands, placing a small kiss over the swell. A small puff of air slides out of his mouth before he stands up, caressing his hand over your skirt.
Hvitserk shifts to block any interlopers from looking in on what he was doing. You shift, pushing the leg closest to him out just so. Hvitserk runs his tongue over the top of his teeth, caressing the jagged surface. He seizes the opportunity to run his hand around your thigh, sinking between two thick thighs. Then, jerking upwards, he runs his hand over your soft panties, dipping between them and your precious skin.
“You’re not gonna fuckin’ leave me, righ’?” He asks, grinding his palm as he curves his hand within your panties. A soft sigh slips off your lips, tightening your cunt when you hear steps pitter patter closer. Hvitserk covers you from the eyes of others.
“No, never,” you hum.
Never. Never meant never. Never meant that what he had now— it would last. It had to. For him. For his little man or pretty princess. Hvitserk rewards you by gliding his fingers over your lips, rocking back and forth between soaked folds. The steps pivot up the stairs.
“Say you love me.”
You cling onto his arm, bunching up his dark grey t-shirt. Hvitserk glides his fingers around your cunt, poking inside once he knew he had you good and ready. It should be getting close to class time. Though, it was just a pep rally. It shouldn’t have mattered that much, right?
“Hvit…”
A smooth thrust of his finger leaves you breathless, grasping at his arm. Hvitserk seizes the moment to swivel around, dropping to his knees between your legs that graciously spread for him. Spreading you apart with his fingers, Hvitserk glides his tongue between your folds.
Underneath your skirt, you can hear his sloppy slurps only rivaled by his pleasured grunts. If there’s one thing you know he loves, it’s eating you out. Especially in public places, knowing no one will tell. His family? They didn’t have the best reputation. So as a few stray dumbasses stray in, he has no worries. You grip his bun, guiding him.
“Right… right there,” you whisper, placing your boyfriend just where you wanted for a quick fuck. He curls his fingers, nudging your clit with his nose while noisily slurping across your lips. Your soft moans hasten, lifting and dropping with desperation. With a flick of your hips, Hvitserk drifts back, patiently blowing cold air against your throbbing heat. He delves his tongue down to join his fingers, eating what juices came for him. His fingers slip out, allowing him to eat you with tongue alone.
“I love you…” you comb his hair down, running your thumb over his cheek. His eyes pop open, then soften, bringing his thumb to your pounding clit. He rewards you by rolling your clit between his thumb and index finger over and over, drinking up your pleasure until he hears your cry break into your orgasm. Thankfully, no one was there. Likely because the bells had begun to sound.
After riding out the pleasure with you, Hvitserk stands up, bringing your panties back up with you. Your hands are on his shoulders as you lean up to his lips, a hand behind his neck. You drag him down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue in his closed mouth kisses. His smile against your lips breaks the kiss.
“You even taste pregnant.”
Of course, it would be Hvitserk to say that. “You don’t even know what pregnant tastes like.”
“Like you,” he grabs your hand, starting up the stairs to homeroom.
“You’re gross.”
“Yep!”
Magnus and you weren’t on speaking terms. Mostly due to your preference. After all, you couldn’t believe what he said. He almost killed Thora, he asserted. If there was one thing you were sure about, it was that Hvitserk loved Thora. More than himself. So it made this prep rally very lonely despite the fact that Magnus sat next to you.
The sun peeks behind pillows of fluffy clouds. For once, the rain let up. You sat with Hvitserk’s jacket lightly down your shoulders. Even though it was June, it was still cool. The last thing you wanted to do was get sick with your twins. You stomach sat in your lap, visibly round. It wasn’t as if you were that… pregnant, but you would be soon. Everyone knew that it was his. Perhaps that was why people mostly left you alone.
Two twirly cheerleaders leap one over another, twisting and turning into a playful flip one on top of another. Your hand, curves over your stomach, scanning for Hvitserk. It wasn’t as if there was assigned seating. You were… so sure that Hvitserk would have come to sit by you.
“Oh, hi (Y/N)!”
Margrethe plops beside you on the busy, metal bleachers. Her pretty in pink nails curl along the bleacher as she plops down, skirt swaying. She was in uniform for cheerleading, but you question why she isn’t down there cheering on the team. You unconsciously tighten up, anxious to see her beside you after tumbling down the bleachers last time. If she pushed you down this time…
“I had to see them up close!” she reaches out to set a hand to your stomach. “How cute are you all knocked up! I didn't believe it at first. I thought that Hvitserk was just spitting lies but, you’re getting all round and fat! Is it his? Or Ivar’s?”
Abject horror wears your features. That was one lie you did not want to get out. As naturally jealous as Hvitserk could get, he might believe such a terrible lie. You push the hand on your stomach off.
“They’re his,” you say.
“Leave her alone, Margrethe,” Magnus says beside you. “She’s got enough shit to deal with.”
Please welcome your football team! The intercom says. You make out Ubbe jogging across the field to Hvitserk, who you finally make out as handing a few sashes for the graduating portion of the team. They recently won their region. Ubbe was that all-star student. His grades? Perfect. Sports? Always training. His love life though, you wonder about when he shoots Mrs. Torvi that perfect smile. Wasn’t she Bjorn’s ex?
Hvitserk used to be right there with him which was why as Hvitserk swiped the microphone from his big brother’s hand after a speech on how gracious they were to have won. You begin a shake of your head, expecting him to drone on about how he had the perfect big brother.
“Baby mama!” The microphone whizzes in a metallic screech. Oh god, no. You form a cup around the sides of your eyes, pretending like no one was looking at the pregnant chick that so happened to wear Hvitserk’s old soccer jacket, slinking down your arms and framing your small skirt. “Come to prom with me!”
He was so fucking proud. The bleachers light up into whispers. Some saying, oh come on. You are almost too stunned to speak when some random fucker shouts, go baby mama! Beside you, you could practically feel the stinging heat from Margrethe. It was embarrassing. More embarrassing though was staying with someone like Margrethe. You pull the jacket on, zipping past her and anyone else for that matter down the stairs. The barrier between the stairs and ground level stops you.
“I’ll go to prom with you,” God help what you were about to say. “Baby Daddy!”
He laughs, something loud that echoes through the field. Hvitserk chucks the microphone at his big brother, sprinting across the field to where you were. On the bleachers, Margrethe is left gaping.
“He’s taking her?!” She bellows. “She’s fat!”
“She’s the mother of his children.” Magnus points out. “Who did you think he would take? You?”
Margrethe watches Hvitserk take a couple of long steps up the stairs in those cute skinny jeans that made his ass look just right. Her arms fold over when he embraces you, setting a kiss on your lips before the monitors make hissing whistles.
“He’s supposed to take me! He promised! He’s supposed to be mine!”
When a prime opportunity presents itself, Magnus had to take it. What kind of Ragnarsson would he be not to? Hvitserk deserved this. You deserved someone better. Anyone better than that man that kicked his face in and then thought he could intimidate him into submission. Although he could never do the dirty work himself, he was no chicken with his tongue.
“You should show him that then,” Magnus says.
“I will!”
The bleachers erupt as the pep rally is dismissed.
Night fell on the city. Hvitserk stood on the docks, receiving packages of illicit drugs mixed in with legal packages was just a part of the deal in working for his uncle and father. Rollo gave him the tablet with projected imports.
“Finished early, huh kid?” Rollo asks his nephew. Hvitserk nods in response, tapping the last checkbox labeled ( live arrivals: India. ) Hvitserk hands the packaging back to his uncle, shoving his hands into his warm black hoodie.
“That means I can go?”
“Yeah, your lady must be waiting for you,” Rollo informs, punching him on the shoulder. “Siggy is at home for me but I’ll clear down.”
“I’m goin’ to see a friend.”
For important reasons, Hvitserk leaves his car but walks down to the residential streets with his hoodie drawn up tight. A beautiful lily peeks from his pocket. At three in the morning, there was no one in the streets. A car here or there sputters along the abandoned, none noticing the stranger in black.
With gloved hands, he pops the window latch, pushing up the glass. His stomach tightens and yet, nothing came of it. A part of him wishes something had. Her father never set an alarm. He had one, but no, he never set it. Who would break in? The fluffy white cat in the window sill is jarred by his entrance but recognizes him when he draws down his hoodie.
“‘ey Janik,” he calls to the dog, whose head is raised. It settles down. Hvitserk pulls the lily free from his pocket, joining it with the bundle of lilies each a day older than another. Some yellow and dry, some pressed in a book marking ‘Month I, Month II’.
“Prinsesse…” he approaches the bed, not expecting a response.
There is none. Not that he expected any from his precious Thora, who lays in her bed helpless. Her eyes are open but nothing comes of it. Nothing but one stray tear, dripping down the corner of her beautiful skin when he kneels. It’s his.
And he wishes it was hers. Why can’t the tears dribble down her cheeks? Why she can’t move? To show him. He can’t reason why she’s the one stuck in her mind in this bed, the one place where she always…
“That would be my nightmare,” he recalled her saying. She laid beside him in the bed, glowing after sex. They watched stupid documentaries together. Vegetation vs Brain Death. “For my mind to go along with my body.”
“That bad?” Hvitserk brought her against his chest, letting her twirl her fingers through his sparse chest hair.
“To exist and not even know? It must be awful. I’d never like to be like that. So if I ever go like that, put me down.”
Hvitserk laughed, fifteen and stupid. “Don’t say that. You’re young and pretty. That won’t happen to you.”
“Just promise me,” Thora begged.
“Okay, okay. I promise.”
Hvitserk works his jaw, his teeth running over and over. He wasn’t going to wait. He… he couldn’t. If he waited, he would be breaking his promise to her. Hvitserk was anything but an oathbreaker. She wasn’t brain dead, but sure, he wasn’t going to wait for that to happen.
“I promised.” Hvitserk looks to the pillow they once shared. He’d slide it under her beautiful hips, take her from behind. Or sometimes, they used that fluffy white pillow to eat snacks on in bed and watch cheesy rom-com movies that he didn’t feel like watching. He picks it up, doing just as Ragnar told him to do. A flick here, another there with her machines and Hvitserk ambled toward her slowly, praying her father didn’t hear.
It had been long enough, he told himself. She was supposed to get more function. She didn’t have any more than she did then. He held out those first two weeks hoping she would get better. That if… if the doctor said, he didn’t have to do this.
Hvitserk bends his head down into his arm, a sob catching. This was pathetic. This was— this was her choice. But he caught himself hoping. Maybe years from now, maybe two, maybe six, maybe even twenty: she’d be alive. But she wasn’t, Ragnar told him. She would likely never be.
And, after all, this was her choice.
“Fuck…” he whispers, taking one last look at her. He longed to kiss her— just, just one last time. Her plush lips seemed so far away now. But Ragnar told him not to, and for his twins, he’d suffer without it. Hvitserk exhales a puff of air from his nose, rolling his wet cheek into his hoodie.
“It won’ be long, it won’ be— fuck I can’t.”
If you can’t do it, I can.
He knows it has to be him. He looks down to the pillow, then looks to the clock. 4:31am, the clock reads. Do it, he settles. Without looking back he settles the pillow over her face, pressing with enough force on his forearm that he knows will not allow her to get air. He’s not sure what happens next. If she was moving, or fighting, or not. He’s not seeing much of anything either, only sucking in his breath and praying to the gods that Thora’s father isn’t here to see.
They didn’t need to see this. The burden he had been carrying as of late… its too much. Now, knowing that he’ll discover her body, causes him to roll his cheek into his shoulder. 4:36am, Janik lifts his head. Hvitserk shushes him, turning his face down to Thora’s chest in what was her favourite white jammies, like a princess, his once was princess. 4:38am, he sobs when her chest stills. But he keeps that pillow close-- he, has to finish. 4:41am. Hvitserk slips the pillow under his hoodie and gazes over her beautiful waving hair. A lock of her hair sticks to her lips. Hvitserk takes it with him.
On weekends, you stay with Hvitserk.
You sleep on your side, your pillow between your legs in place of where Hvitserk’s should have been. Most nights were like this. Most nights, Hvitserk worked hard at night to support his family and with a nap between two and six when he got out of school. The bed bows underneath you. You would have turned, half asleep, but find that strong arms encircle your waist. His cologne, strong and comforting. The woody undertones soothe you.
“Mmmm, Hvit…” your eyes spread, looking to your phone that you’ve forgotten on the bed. 5:51am, it reads. Hvitserk hides his head between the junction of your shoulder and neck. It’s wet. “Hvit? Are you okay?”
“Yeah babe. I’m-- I’m okay. Jus’ stay there for me. I need you.”
In a few minutes, he’s not so soundly asleep. He missed her already.
Sy’s Notes II: I hope I wrote that death scene adequately. It was hard to find information on her state and what physical reactions would come of it.
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Sunsets & Whisky Kisses: Chapter Forty Nine.
Jack stayed on the sofa that night for as long as he could but about three hours in, he got restless. He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did but it was too late to go back and change anything.
Grunting in annoyance, he sat up and decided that the best thing to do was to finish his plans for Anna’s new room. He stood up and went to make himself coffee. Once the coffee was ready, he poured the hot liquid into a very large cup and walked into his office where he later fell asleep.
Jack woke up when he felt a little hand slap his thigh a couple of times.
“Dada, mama cry.” Anna said, referring to the fact that Ryleigh had accidentally dropped the ‘R’, that Jack had given her the night she told him that she was pregnant with Anna, and cut herself.
“Why is mama crying?” Jack asked groggily as he rubbed his eyes and sat up.
“Her has owie.” Anna replied with concern.
Jack stood up and stretched.
“Where is she kiddo?” Jack asked as he picked Anna up and walked out of his office.
“I’m in the kitchen.” Ryleigh replied through her sniffles.
“What happened?” Jack questioned when his eyes landed on his wife’s thigh.
“I ran into the dresser and Knocked the initial over that you made me. Somehow it cut my thigh as it fell.” Ryleigh explained, feeling upset that she broke the ‘R’.
“Did it break?” Jack asked as he set Anna down and took the clean cloth from his wife's hand.
“Yeah.” Ryleigh replied as the tears welt up in her eyes again. “I’m so sorry.” She said as she watched Jack clean her wound.
“It’s ok honey. The main thing is that you’re ok.” He replied.
Ryleigh sighed and wiped her tears away.
“Mama still mad.” Anna stated as she looked up at her father.
“I see. What about you, are you still mad at me?” The father asked as he finished cleaning Ryleigh’s thigh.
“Yeah, but mama need you.” Anna answered with a serious nod of her head.
“Right.” Jack said, internally sighing.
“I think I’m good now. Thanks for helping me.” Ryleigh said.
Jack nodded and stepped away, not wanting to make Ryleigh angrier.
“You’re welcome.” Jack replied.
“Dada kiss it better.” Anna instructed as she pointed at him sternly.
“No sweet pea, I’m fine.” Ryleigh responded.
“Dada, kiss it better.” Anna said again, not giving up on it.
“Just do it Jack, she’s not giving up on it.” Ryleigh said with a huff.
“Now dada.” Anna said.
“Don’t be bossy little lady.” Ryleigh replied. Jack looked at Ryleigh and she nodded at him, letting him know that it was ok.
He knelt down and ran his fingers around the injury lightly. The way his fingertips traced her skin sent shivers down her spine. The way his warm breath fanned over her thigh had her mind racing with scenarios that were far too explicit and inappropriate to perform in front of a child.
His eyes traveled her body until he locked eyes with Ryleigh. Both of them could feel the electricity course through their veins. Jack’s eyes darkened slightly, making Ryleigh look away as her heart raced. She knew that if she kept watching him, Anna would be scarred for life.
Everything felt as though it was in slow motion as soon as Jack’s lips touched her. Her skin burned and all she wanted was to have him but she couldn’t for two reasons. Anna was in the room and she was nowhere near ready to forgive her husband yet.
“All better.” Ryleigh said when her husband pulled away.
“Why don’t you go and lay down for a while longer and I’ll watch the girls.” Jack suggested.
Ryleigh thought about it for a few minutes and decided that it wouldn’t hurt.
“Ok. Thanks.” Ryleigh said and walked off toward the stairs.
Anna watched her mother walk away and decided that she wasn’t ready to be alone with her father yet. The toddler ran after her mother but stopped when she dropped her ducky. Anna picked him up and continued her chase.
Jack chuckled to himself as he watched his daughter make a bee-line for her mother. The pitter patter of her feet and the way her little bum moved as she ran really warmed his heart. He was glad that Ryleigh was getting the attention Anna usually gave him, even if it did sting a little.
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Dakota sat on the sofa watching Joshua play while she fed baby Katherine.
“Babe, it’s your brother.” Chase said as he handed Dakota her phone.
“Thanks.” Dakota said as she answered her phone. “What can I do for you, dog breath?” Dakota teased.
“Haha, very funny. I need your help.” Jack replied as he rolled his eyes.
“Let me guess, you want to know how you can guilt your wife into not being angry with you?” The woman asked.
“And Anna. Both of them are mad at me.” He replied.
“Four words. Spa and toy store.” Dakota said simply.
“Are you suggesting that I bribe my wife and daughter?” Jack asked amusement.
“Not at all. I’m just suggesting that you show them how much you love them.” She said with mock innocence.
“So bribe them then?” He smirked.
Dakota laughed.
“Yes, but don’t let on that I told you.” Dakota warned playfully.
The siblings talked for a few more minutes before Jack went to get himself some breakfast.
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Grace moved around the kitchen making herself some breakfast before she actually got sick. You see, nausea had set in full force once she had announced her pregnancy to everyone. Not only did she experience nausea but she also had mild cramps. The cramps were something she experienced in her pregnancy with Ryleigh but obviously because it had been so many years, the woman had forgotten just how annoying all the pregnancy symptoms were.
“What has you up so early?” George asked as he sauntered toward his girlfriend sleepily.
“The baby.” She replied simply.
George nodded and made himself and Grace some tea, despite her telling him that he didn’t have to. Grace made the rest of her food and when it was all ready, she and George sat at the table to eat.
George really wasn’t the type to have breakfast but on the days he did eat it, he usually had toast. Grace on the other hand, had made eggs, bacon, sausage and of course pancakes. Not forgetting that all important bowl of fruit on the side. Oh yeah, pregnancy symptoms and cravings had really kicked in.
“You sure you can eat all of that food?” George asked, earning himself a glare from the full mouthed woman beside him.
George chuckled and continued to eat his food before having to get ready and go to work.
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“Come on kiddo. Let mama sleep.” Jack said as he picked Anna up in his arm that wasn’t holding an alert Parker.
“I sleep too.” Anna whined as she wriggled in her father’s grasp, hoping that he’d let her go.
“No, you let mama sleep. You, me and Parker are going out so that mama can sleep and not be disturbed.” Jack explained.
The father reached the main floor and placed Anna down.
“Go get your shoes please, sweet pea.” The father said.
Anna did as she was asked and Jack walked over to the kitchen counter to write a note for Ryleigh and leave her one of his cards so that she could treat herself to whatever she wanted. He had also booked her an appointment so that she could get her nails done.
Jack knew that bribing his girls wasn’t the right thing to do but if it meant that they would forgive him, then he would continue to bribe them for as long as he wanted.
“Otay dada.” Anna said, running toward him with her sandals.
“Good girl. Let’s go to the car and I’ll put your shoes on once I put Parker in her car seat.” Jack explained.
Anna eyed him suspiciously.
“I’m taking you and sissy out so that mama can sleep.” He said but Anna still looked at him. “I’ll take you to the toy store.” He offered and Anna jumped up and down excitedly.
“Yay.” She cheered, making her father chuckle. Even Parker cracked a small smile, which made Jack chuckle even more. He really did love his girls. They meant the world to him.
“Ok little ones, let’s go to the car.” Jack said.
Anna ran to the front door and waited for her father to open the door so that she could run outside.
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Once they got to the toy store, Jack got the stroller out and set it up before getting Parker and Anna out.
“Is ducky all comfy?” Jack asked as he watched Anna place her baby in the very bottom compartment of the stroller.
“Yes dada.” Anna replied.
Jack nodded and picked her up and got her all buckled into her seat before heading inside.
As soon as the father stepped foot into the toy warehouse, Anna started kicking her feet with excitement.
Not wanting Parker to wake up from her nap she’d decided to take in the car, Jack unbuckled Anna and took her out. He made it abundantly clear to the toddler that she had to stay beside him and hold his hand.
Anna agreed and together they walked the isles until Jack opened his mouth.
“What toy do you want? Only one though.” He said, not realizing that his daughter would soon run off.
“All of dem.” Anna replied a-matter-of-factly.
Jack chuckled and shook his head as they continued to walk around.
It didn’t take Anna long to spot something, remove her hand from Jack’s and run off toward the toy she saw.
Jack had to practically run to keep up with her.
Eventually he got to her and saw that she was holding a ducky. The exact one that was in the bottom compartment of the stroller.
“I have two?” Anna questioned, trying to see if her father would let her get two toys instead of one.
“No honey.” Jack said.
“I have two?” Anna tried again.
“No.” Jack said firmly.
“Peas?” Anna asked, giving her father her best puppy eyes.
“Anna, I said only one. You need to listen please.” Jack warned but Anna ignored him and pulled a ducky from the shelf.
The tot walked over to the stroller and attempted to place the new ducy beside her sister. She wanted her sister to have one as Anna knew what a good friend her ducky was.
“Sissy.” Anna said softly as she looked up at her father with a slight sadness in her eyes due to the fact that her father wasn’t letting her pick a toy for her baby Parker.
“That’s why you wanted two toys?” Jack asked, feeling an overwhelming amount of pride for his daughter’s sweet heart.
Anna nodded and rocked back and forth on her feet cutely.
“Her have ducky?” Anna asked with genuine hope in her voice. “Peas?” Anna questioned when her father’s silence grew.
“Sure.” He answered with a bright smile.
Jack moved the new ducky toy closer to Parker and the baby, who was now awake, smiled at her father.
“Otay, my turn.” Anna said as she trudged off to where she had seen the wooden toys when the trio had walked in.
The father walked closely behind his daughter so that he could still see her but also in case she tried to run off again.
Once she reached the toys she was looking for, Anna walked toward the cars. There was one slight problem though, the cars were higher off the ground and Anna was only 2ft and 5.13” tall.
The little girl turned around and looked up at her father. Jack smiled and picked the tot up so that she had a better view.
“Tata dada.” Anna said.
“You’re welcome, sweet pea.” Jack said as he pushed the stroller closer to the shelf.
“Want dem peas.” Anna said as her little index finger pointed to a cool looking car set.
“You sure you want the cars?” Jack asked, making sure that Anna truly wanted them.
“Yeah peas.” Anna said with an enthusiastic nod.
“Alrighty, kiddo. Let’s put them next to your ducky and go and pay for them.” Jack said as he took the box off the shelf and put it in the stroller.
The father took the items to the checkout and paid for what Anna had chosen.
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Meanwhile, Ryleigh had gone downstairs and saw the note and the credit card Jack had left for her. She had a sneaking suspicion that this was Jack’s way of guilting her into talking to him again and even if it was, she’d never turn down a chance to use her husband’s card and treat herself.
The woman had decided that she would just throw on whatever was comfortable and tie her hair up and however she looked, people were just going to have to deal with it.
After she was all ready, Ryleigh got into her truck and headed to where she knew Jack had booked her nail appointment.
The entire drive there, Ryleigh thought of what else she could buy for herself. She went back and forth between something for herself or something that both her and Jack could enjoy. In the end, she decided to go with something that both her and Jack could enjoy.
Just as she parked at the nail place, Jack called her.
“May I help you Mason?” Ryleigh said with boldness.
“Wow, forget I called then.” Jack replied, knowing that she was somewhat teasing.
“What do you want Jackson?” Ryleigh asked.
At that, Jack knew he was still in trouble.
“I just called to say that we’re going to McDonalds. Do you want anything?” He inquired.
Ryleigh smiled to herself.
“Double quarter pounder with bacon and cheese. Large fries and to drink I want an large sprite and then maybe a large strawberry triple thick milkshake.” Ryleigh replied, making sure to give her request some thought as she spoke.
“You really hate me don’t you?” Jack asked, inwardly groaning at what she had asked him to get for her.
“It’s only $14.37.” Ryleigh said with a shrug.
“You’re lucky I love you.” He teased.
“Yeah, I love you too.” Ryleigh said.
“Want anything else or are you ok with that?” Jack questioned.
“I think that should be good. Enjoy your food. Please give the girls a kiss for me.” The woman replied.
“Will do babe.” He said before hanging up the phone.
Ryleigh smiled and put her phone in her bag before getting out of her vehicle and walking into the building she was parked in front of.
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“What do you want Annie?” Jack asked as he sat in the drive through of McDonalds.
“Aprise.” Anna said with certainty.
Jack chuckled and nodded.
“Happy meal?” He asked, looking at the little girl through the rear view mirror.
“Peas dada.” She replied and went back to looking out the window.
“What do you think Parker should have?” He asked, wanting to see what his oldest would say.
“Too whittle.” Anna said, not even bothering to look in her father’s direction.
“I see. I suppose Ducky is too small for a treat as well.” Jack shrugged.
He pulled forward a little bit and waited for the person in front of him to order their food.
Anna snapped her eyes to her father and smiled.
“Cookie peas.” Anna said excitedly.
“How about we get three cookies. One for mama, one for me and one for you and ducky to share.” Jack suggested.
Anna nodded and smiled.
“Tata dada.” The tot said with a wide toothy grin.
“You’re welcome kiddo.” He answered, pulling up to the speaker so that he could order everything.
When he was sure that he had asked for everything, he glanced down at the price and saw that the total came to $24.15.
Normally Jack and Ryleigh would try to keep their food from McDonalds under $20 but Jack figured that because of what he’d done, he’d go above and treat his girls.
“Should we go home quickly to put mama’s food in the fridge and then go to the park to eat our lunch or should we have a picnic in the backyard?” Jack asked Anna.
“Home.” Anna replied.
“Okie dokie.” Jack said as he put the signal on to turn in the direction of their house.
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It had been about an hour since George had left for work and Grace was getting ready for her first ultrasound. She was super excited to see the baby and hopefully hear the heartbeat.
The woman had promised her boyfriend that she would pick him up and they would go to the appointment together.
“Ok. Keys, bag, wallet, water, snack, medical documents.” Grace said as she went through everything that she knew she needed for today.
Once she was sure she had everything, Grace rushed to the car with excitement.
Before long, Grace pulled up to the burger place and hurried inside.
“What has you all happy?” George joked.
“We get to see our baby today.” Grace beamed, making George chuckle.
“You ready to go then?” The man questioned.
Grace nodded.
“Definitely.” She answered cheerfully.
George walked back into the kitchen to wash up and remove his apron.
The couple then went to the doctor’s office where the appointment was being held.
“How are you feeling about all of this?” Grace wondered out loud.
“I’d be lying if I told you that I wasn’t nervous.” George responded with a nervous smile.
“This baby is going to love you. You’re going to be an amazing dad.” Grace said truthfully as she held George’s hand in hers.
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“Alright kiddo, you all done?” Jack asked Anna as she flopped back on the trampoline.
When they got home and Jack put Ryleigh’s food in the fridge, Anna asked if they could sit on the trampoline and eat their food while Parker took her nap upstairs. Jack agreed and that’s where they were now. Full and relaxed.
“All done.” Anna confirmed as she threw her ducky in the air and giggled when he landed on her face.
“Shall we go in and you can watch a cartoon while dada fixes mama’s letter?” Jack asked and Anna nodded and rolled onto her side so that she could sit up.
Once she was sat up, Anna moved over to her father and she threw her arms around him and gave him a hug.
“Love dada.” She mumbled.
Jack kissed the top of her head and held her close to him.
“Dada loves you too, sweet pea.” He replied.
Unbeknownst to them, Ryleigh had returned real quick to grab something she had promised Dakota she would drop off for Katie.
Ryleigh saw the sweet moment and smiled to herself. It was still so nice to see that Anna loved her dada so much and that her dada loved her just as much.
The woman walked back toward the front door before she was seen. She didn’t want to disturb the fun morning/after Jack and Anna were having.
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Back at the doctor’s office, Grace and George were watching their baby squirm around on the screen in front of them.
George felt all his worries fade away as soon as he saw the baby. He knew that there were going to be challenges but he also knew that if he needed any help, Ryleigh, Jack, Chase and Dakota would gladly share their knowledge with him. He had full confidence that everything would be ok.
“Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” The ultrasound technician asked.
George and Grace looked at each other with bright smiles before Grace turned toward the other woman.
“Yes please.” Grace said. The tech smiled and turned the sound up so that the expectant parents could hear the steady rhythm of their baby’s strong and healthy heartbeat.
The sound was better than anything George had ever heard. To him it was the confirmation that he needed to know that he was doing the right thing.
George had always known that he wanted to marry Grace but he had heard that she had gotten married and had a child, George knew that his chances of marrying Grace were over.
When he and Grace had gotten back into contact, those feelings of wanting to marry her returned. He knew he had found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Sure they were both older and kids would probably be out of the question, but that didn’t matter to him.
However, when Grace told him that she was pregnant, George knew that this had happened for a reason.
This baby was already loved beyond all comprehension and he couldn’t wait to see what traits the little one inherited from him and which ones they got from their mother. The mother that George was so in love with and knew 100% he was going to marry.
“Alright. I’ll get the pictures printed off for you and you can pick them up at the front desk.” The tech explained, making George jump.
“Thank you.” Grace replied.
The woman nodded, stood up and left the room.
“You ok? You kind of spaced out on me.” Grace stated softly, letting her hand caress George’s cheek gently.
“We’re going to be ok.” He whispered before kissing her sweetly.
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Back at the Mason household, Anna had gone down for her nap and Jack took that time to fix the ‘R’ that had broken earlier in the day.
It took him a little over half an hour to fix it but when he was done, you barely see where certain pieces had broken off. Jack was pleased with how it turned out.
“Jackson, I’m home.” Ryleigh called when she walked through the door.
Jack heard her and placed the letter back in its original spot before hurrying down the stairs to see her.
“Slow down, you’ll fall if you’re not careful.” Ryleigh warned.
Jack nodded and sighed, catching his breath.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” The woman asked.
“Maybe because I’m happy to see you.” He said casually.
“Right, well. I’m going upstairs to change.” Ryleigh said somewhat coldly.
“No kiss or hug?” Jack asked. He knew Ryleigh had to still be upset at him but so much that she would refuse to greet him the way she normally would.
“No. Nice try though.” She said as she ascended the stairs tiredly.
Jack nodded sadly to himself and walked into the kitchen to get her food out of the fridge. He wanted to make sure it was ready for her to dig into.
“I could have done that myself you know.” Ryleigh said as she walked into the kitchen.
“I just thought I’d have it out and ready so that you could simply enjoy it. Sorry for being helpful.” Jack snapped.
“You, helpful? If you wanted to be helpful in the first place, you should have told me that you went to see George and told me that you knew my mother was pregnant. Setting out food isn’t going to right your wrong. Neither is fixing the letter up there.” Ryleigh snapped back.
Jack looked at her with defeat.
“You’re right. I should have told you but I knew how you’d react if I did. I thought I was doing the right thing by respecting your mother’s wishes for no one to know until she told George. And by the way, it was Anna who wanted to go and see George, not me.” He snarked, throwing the dish towel he was holding to the ground.
He walked out to the backyard and sat down on the porch swing.
“We aren't finished.” Ryleigh said as she stepped out of the house.
“Yes, we are.” Jack said as he turned back to look at the view in front of him.
“Did you fix that letter because you were trying to bribe me into talking to you again?” Ryleigh asked after a few minutes of silence.
Even though Jack knew that it was a bribe, he could see in his wife’s eyes that she still wanted to pick a fight. He decided not to fuel the fire and went for answer B.
“No. I knew how much that letter meant to you, so I fixed it.” He responded.
Ryleigh sighed and shook her head.
“Maybe I overreacted a little.” She said as she sat next to him on the swing.
Her food was long forgotten by this point.
“A little? Ryleigh, you pretty much chewed the guy to pieces and spat him out. Not to mention how you made your mother feel. You made us all feel like shit.” Jack said, standing up from the swing.
“Where are you going?” Ryleigh asked.
“To be alone.” He said. Ryleigh sat in her spot and thought about what he had said.
Deep down, she knew Jack was right. She had let her own feelings and emotions get the better of her and essentially created a big mess.
She honestly didn’t think about the consequences for her actions until now.
Ryleigh stood up and went inside.
She walked over to where she had left her food and split everything in half. Some for her and some for her husband as a peace offering.
Ryleigh had even made her husband a fresh cup of coffee before heading toward his office where she knew he’d be.
To her annoyance, the door to the office was closed which meant that she would have to awkwardly knock with her foot.
“Go away Ryleigh.” Jack called from the other side of the door.
“Please open the door.” She whined.
Jack groaned and threw his pencil to the desk.
Ryleigh heard him and swallowed nervously.
“What part of ‘alone’ do you not understand?” Jack grumbled, ignoring the fact that Ryleigh was standing there with food.
“Look, I’m sorry ok. It’s just hard knowing that mom is moving on so quickly.” The woman said quietly whilst averting her eyes from Jack’s intense glare.
“Ryleigh, you’re not the only one finding it hard. How you acted was ridiculous and incredibly childish.” He lectured, making Ryleigh look at her feet in shame.
When Ryleigh didn’t say anything, mainly because she knew if she looked at him or opened her mouth to speak, she’d start crying.
“If that’s all, leave me be.” Jack said rigidly as he went to close the door.
“Can you stop getting mad at me. I get it ok. How I acted was stupid but are you really going to keep making me feel guilty?” Ryleigh asked with full defeat in her voice.
Jack could tell that she was on the verge of tears and sighed, softening his features just a little bit.
“You know that food is for you right?” Jack asked and Ryleigh nodded.
“I wanted to share it with you as sort of a peace offering. At least I had hoped I could share it with you.” She replied with a slight shrug.
“If I say yes to the food, will you promise me that the next time something happens, you won’t fly off the handle. That you will actually act like an adult?” Jack bartered.
“I’ll try but what will you do if I forget and fly off the handle again?” Ryeligh asked, genuinely curious.
“Just don’t shut me out. We can talk about it when we’re in private or whatever.” Jack replied.
“Okay.” She said.
“Right. You want to see what I’ve been working on for Anna’s room?” Jack questioned, hoping it would make Ryleigh smile.
“I’d love that. Thank you.” Ryleigh said as she breathed a sigh of relief.
Jack took the coffee mug from her and walked into his office with her following behind. Ryleigh shut the door and sat the food on his desk.
“Can I kiss you?” Ryleigh asked as she stood in the middle of the room.
Jack chuckled and walked over to where his wife was.
“You never have to ask to kiss me you know. I will always welcome any and all forms of affection from you.” He whispered as he leaned in to kiss her softly.
Ryleigh looped her arms around Jack’s neck and enjoyed the feel of his lips against hers. She had actually missed sleeping next to him the night before. She missed turning over, knowing that he was there. She missed their goodnight kiss. She missed him. He was her home and he always would be, no matter how many fights they had.
“I love you so much and I’m sorry for everything.” Ryleigh said after she broke the kiss.
“I love you too. Always.” Jack replied, resting his forehead against Ryleigh’s.
He closed his eyes and just enjoyed holding her in his arms.
Slowly, Jack began to sway back and forth to a silent melody in his head. Ryleigh let him lead and chuckled when he started humming.
They could have kept dancing if it weren’t for the knock on the front door.
“Pretend we aren’t here.” Ryleigh said quietly.
“Whoever it is, they won’t go away.” Jack replied as he pulled away.
Ryleigh grumbled and followed her husband to the entryway.
Jack pulled open the door to reveal Grace.
“Hi mom, what can we help you with?” Ryleigh said with a new found cheeriness.
Grace smiled widely.
“I hope it’s ok that we just dropped by. We wanted to show you something.” Grace replied.
“It’s fine. The girls are napping and Jack and I were talking.” Ryleigh explained as she let her mother in.
“Thank you honey.” Grace said.
“Would you like some tea or something?” Jack asked.
“Tea sounds great, thanks Jack.” Grace replied as she and Ryleigh sat at the table.
“So, what did you want to show me?” Ryleigh asked, not thinking anything of it.
Grace smiled and pulled out a picture of the ultrasound, handing it to her daughter.
“Seriously?” Ryleigh said incredulously.
“Pretty neat eh?” Grace asked, not realizing that Ryleigh was upset.
“Neat? How could you?” Ryleigh scoffed, handing the picture back to her mother.
Ryleigh knew that she had promised Jack that she wouldn’t flip out again but if anything, the fact that her mother hadn’t even told her about the ultrasound, let alone ask her if she wanted to go, hurt her in more ways than one.
“I thought you’d be happy and excited to see the baby.” Grace said as tears grew in her eyes.
Jack walked over to the women and saw the looks on their faces.
“What now.” Jack whined, having had more than enough with all the drama.
“What now? Really?” Ryleigh said as she stood up and went upstairs.
Grace laid her head on the table and Jack rubbed her back.
“She’ll come around.” He said, hoping that it would ease the hurt that Grace was feeling.
“I don’t think she will.” Grace mumbled.
“She promised me that she wouldn’t flip out again.” Jack admitted and Grace smiled sadly.
“Maybe it’s best if we just left.” She said.
“We?” Jack asked.
“George is on the phone in the car.” Grace replied simply.
“I see.” Jack said before stomping could be heard.
“Mama is mean.” Anna shouted from the top of the steps. “Her woke me up.” She shouted again.
Jack groaned and went upstairs to get Anna.
The father picked her up and took her downstairs to keep her grandmother company while he got her water ready.
“Hi Mi.” Anna greeted when she realized her grandmother was beside her.
“Hi sweet girl.” Grace asked as she tucked Anna’s hair behind her ear.
Anna giggled and shrugged her shoulders.
“Here you go my darling.” Jack said as he placed Anna’s cup in front of her.
“Tata dada.” Anna replied as she lifted the cup to her mouth and leaned back to chug a bunch of water.
“Slow down Anna.” Jack said when the little girl leaned forward and started sputtering.
“I otay.” Anna said as she caught her breath.
Ryleigh walked downstairs with Parker in her arms.
“Got anything you want to say to your mother?” Jack asked as he looked at his wife.
“Yes, I do actually.” Ryleigh replied as she turned to face her husband.
He raised his brow at her as if to say ‘well, tell her already.’
“I know I didn’t exactly show any enthusiasm when you announced that you were pregnant but you could have at least told me you had an appointment today. I mean, when I was pregnant with the girls, I made sure to keep you included and even brought you along to them but when it comes to this baby, I don’t even get told? That hurts.” Ryleigh explained as calmly as she could.
Grace looked at her daughter. She honestly hadn’t even thought to ask Ryleigh if she wanted to tag along, so for this, Grace couldn’t really say anything.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. I was too excited to even realize that I should have at least told you.” Grace said and Ryleigh nodded.
“Thank you. It may not have seemed like it but I would have actually liked to go, this is my sibling after all.” The younger woman admitted, shocking her mother and her husband.
“I see baby peas?” Anna asked as she looked at her grandmother.
“I have a whole bunch of them.” Grace said as she pulled them out, not caring that she had pulled other documents out as well.
She picked up a couple more pictures and placed them in front of her granddaughter.
Anna giggled as she pointed to the blob in the picture.
“Wittle.” Anna stated.
“The baby is small right now but it will get bigger.” Grace explained and smiled brightly once more.
“Is that my birth certificate?” Ryleigh asked, never really having seen the document thoroughly.
“It sure is but I should put it back into my bag before it gets lost.” Grace answered a little too quickly for Ryleigh’s liking.
Ryligh grabbed it before her mother could and looked at it, wondering what her mother didn’t want her to see.
Soon enough, Ryleigh found the reason. Her biological last name was missing.
“Why is my last name missing?” Ryleigh asked.
Jack stood up and took the document from his wife so that he could look as well. Even though he knew David wasn’t Ryleigh’s real father, he didn’t think Ryleigh’s last name would be missing.
“I can explain.” Grace said nervously.
“I’d start if I were you.” Ryleigh warned, causing Jack to close his eyes and prepare for the screaming match that was about to happen.
“It’s blank because I didn’t know if I should add a last name or not.” The woman admitted.
Ryleigh saw red.
“Why not?” Ryleigh asked, eerily calm.
“Because I-” Grace started before Ryleigh handed Parker off to her father.
Jack knew right then that he should take the girls outside but as he moved, Ryleigh turned to look at him.
“Take them upstairs and then get your ass back down here.” Ryleigh said and Jack knew not to argue but in this situation he had to.
“Ryleigh, I’m not leaving them on their own.” He said calmly.
“Fine.” She said.
She took a deep breath to try and release some of the rage she felt.
“Start explaining.” Ryleigh said, now looking at her mother.
“David wasn’t your real father.” Grace said softly and Ryleigh’s heart broke. It was like losing him all over again.
“I met your real father at a bar one night. David, Anna, Gabriel and myself had decided to go out for drinks and your father was sitting alone at the bar and the other three dared me to get his phone number. One thing led to another and you were here nine months later.” Grace explained as she watched Ryleigh’s face fall.
The woman could see the unshed tears in her daughter’s eyes and knew she should have told her years ago.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Ryleigh asked with a brokenness to her voice that Jack and Grace hadn’t heard since David had died.
“I didn’t tell you because David and I agreed that he would raise you as his. We wanted to protect you.” Grace said as her own tears fell.
“Protect me from what?” Ryleigh questioned.
“Your father was in the military at the time and I just didn’t want you to know about him and then lose him.” Grace answered.
Ryleigh nodded and scoffed.
“You are something else, you know that? How can you expect me to feel normal now. I feel like my life has been a lie.” Ryleigh sobbed.
Jack carefully laid a hand on his wife’s shoulder. When she didn’t push him away, he knew that she wasn’t mad but just severely disappointed.
“Who is my father?” Ryleigh asked and before Grace could answer, George walked through the door.
Jack had texted George and let him know that the door was open for him when his phone call was finished.
“What’s happened here?” George asked when he saw both Ryleigh and Grace crying.
“Mama mad an Mi sad.” Anna answered softly.
“I see.” George responded.
That’s when it clicked for Ryleigh. The only person that she knew of that had been in the military was George and she remembered back to the dinner when something was said about George and her mother having known each other beforehand.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Ryleigh shouted, making everyone jump.
Grace knew that Ryleigh had just figured it out.
“What?” Jack inquired.
“Please tell me he knows?” Ryleigh asked her mother, completely ignoring her husband.
Grace shook her head and looked at her hands.
“What is she kidding about?” Jack asked again, hoping to get an answer this time.
“George is Ryleigh’s father.” Grace admitted.
George stepped back from Grace and Ryleigh scoffed. Hearing her mother say it out loud hurt.
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me I had a child?” George shouted.
Ryleigh looked at her husband and he nodded. He took Anna and Parker outside to play while the other three worked their issues out.
“How could I have told you if I didn’t know where you were going? By the time that I found out I was pregnant, you were gone and I was on my own with a child I wasn’t ready for.” Grace finally yelled.
Ryleigh felt as though her heart was being ripped out and pulverized. First she loses a man she thinks is her father, finds out that he isn’t and then finds out that her mother didn’t want her at first. It was all too much.
“Don’t blame me, I offered to give you an address where you could send mail but you turned that down.” George spat.
“He’s right mom. You robbed us of knowing each other. You robbed me of having A father to walk me down the aisle at my wedding, you robbed me of having a father there when my daughters were born. You robbed us all by doing what you did and truthfully, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you for this.” Ryleigh said through her tears.
“I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing.” Grace said as she placed her head in her hands and sobbed.
“I’ll never have those moments back.” Ryleigh said with complete heartbreak.
“Ok, that’s enough. I get that you are all hurting but you’re scaring the girls with all your screaming so please, either go somewhere else or drop it.” Jack yelled as he walked back into the house.
“He’s right. Let’s go Grace, we’ll talk at home.” George said and Grace nodded.
He helped his girlfriend compile all that she had pulled out and Ryleigh went upstairs.
She was far too hurt to talk or see anyone else.
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Later that night when the girls were in bed, Jack held Ryleigh in his arms as she cried for hours on end.
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