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Barn Anon. Here's another one, my foot is numb cuz dog's sleeping on my lap and I can't move.
Pregnant? His human is pregnant? Gabriel nearly knocks his human over when he rushes to hug her. She's crying? Don't cry, unless it's out of happiness. He purrs and kisses her cheeks, he plucks the pregnancy tests from her hands to look at the results himself. They've made something! Would it be a boy or a girl? He's torn. He's had brothers for the bulk of his life but a little girl that looks exactly like his human?
He purrs happily and peppers her with kisses, good little human, he'll take care of her as her pregnancy progresses. He'll handle all the housework so she can rest and focus on growing their child. Their little miracle. Perhaps it's not as much a surprise to him as it is to her. He is aware of a few of his battle brothers with bonded humans that are "single mothers" with little ones that look suspiciously to those Blood Angels. Maybe it is mostly his fault for not using protection when he's fully aware of this possible end result. But... this can be a little surprise from him to her right?
He rumbles as his human mutters about needing to set up check ups and a nursery. He can handle the nursery, can he go with her for her check ups?
Set after Gabriel's Valentines day special
You feel your leg bounce as you rub the barely visible bulge on your stomach. You know exactly who the father is... given that he was the last person you had sex with. Gabriel coos to your softly sitting on the floor next to you trying his best to comfort you. Oh God you were an Astartes-fucker... and you got pregnant! He rubs your hand as he is certainly feeling your panic rising.
Gabriel should feel guilty as there was a possibility of getting his dear human pregnant but he just wanted to show her how much he loved her and was this not also the greatest way for him to show his love? His eyes flick over to the nurse as she calls her last name and he helps her up.
"Emotional Support Astartis?" She says with a smile and you just nod.
"Yeah I'm a mess of emotions right now." You say softly replying as you worry about people finding out... would someone try to take your kid?
"Well you've got your big guy. Lie down please." You obey and she tucks some of those hospital paper around you and some tucked into the top of your pants as cold get is rubbed on your stomach.
Gabriel watched just cooing happily but internally he was doing his mental checkmarks... he would have to tell the acting chapter master what he had done and then the chief apothecary would want to look her over... and then the small coven of alpha legion that is friendly with the legion? Were they basically a legion again? Either way they would make sure no one suspected anything.
You gasped seeing the blurry blobby mess that was your fetus? kid? You just were surprised to even see something perhaps you were hoping to be told no it was no longer there. You look over at Gabriel and you can tell he's holding his breath his eyes focused on the screen just looking over the little blurry blob with you. You wonder if they would have his red hair...
The visit goes well as you hand Gabriel the ultrasound picture... it doesn't look like much but... you can tell it means a lot to him. For Gabriel as he looks down at the little photo. Of course, the Apothecary would be able to get a clearer picture of their child but he didn't know why... but this was something he was going to cherish.
@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts
#warhammer 40k#reply#answer#barn anon#tales from the barn#non canon husbandry#aftermath of sex#pregancy#the consequences of creation and love#the consequences of not using protection
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Male Companions Responding To Your Pregnancy Announcement
Here are some headcannons I have for the Male Companions + Zevlor responding to your's/Tav's pregnancy announcement. I have a few more ideas I want to write out for the week so we will see how that goes.
Wyll
Legit might start crying when you tell him you’re expecting.
He smiles so big and bright before scooping you up in his arms and spinning you in a circle.
He is (carefully) rubbing his face against your stomach and whispering to the little baby bump.
He will not let you do anything on your own once you have the smallest of bumps.
He understands you don’t need his help, but he will offer it no matter what.
Once you get later on in your pregnancy, he is constantly rubbing your belly and telling them stories of his adventures as the Blade of Frontiers.
Once you get close to your due date, he will not leave your side cause he doesn’t want to miss anything.
He is there to hold your hand and help you anyway he can when you go into labor. Whispering how well you’re doing and that you are almost there.
Once the baby is there and in his arms, he melts. He doesn’t want to let them go.
Seeing you holding the little baby is his favorite thing.
“Oh darling. You have done so wonderfully.” Looking down at the little child, his child, wrapped in blankets and sleeping peacefully in his arms. “You have given me everything I could ever hope for.”
Astarion
He has heightened senses due to being a vampire so he can smell something different about you long before you tell him, but he doesn’t know what it up.
He thinks you’re playing some sick joke when you first tell him you’re expecting.
He just can’t wrap his head around it at first, but you wake up to his hands on your belly and whispering softly.
He comes around to the idea of you both having a child slowly but once he does, he is making sure you have the best healers available.
He even asks Shadowheart and Halsin to check on you and make sure everything is going well.
He becomes obsessed with your belly as it gets bigger, wanting to constantly be touching you in some way.
When he feels the first kick, he is startled but you see the largest grin on his face.
“Oh, a little fighter on our hands it seems.”
When you go into labor, he is afraid but he sits behind you and lets you push against him.
He is whispering into your ear how wonderful you are doing and letting you squeeze his hand.
Once he hears the baby cry for the first time, he has an out of body experience.
He is looking over your shoulder at the little one as they are placed in your arms, with you cooing down at them.
“Lover… They look perfect.” Reaching around you and letting them grab hold of his finger with his tiny hand. “I swear, I will always be there for them.”
Gale
He stares at you for a moment with wide eyes when you tell him before breaking out in a smile and scooping you into his arms.
He will want to announce to all your companions as soon as possible. He wants to share your good news with everyone.
He starts planning everything; the nursery, what colors everything should be, what foods he is going to be cooking for you through the pregnancy, everything you can think of.
Not to mention Tara is your little shadow and you’re pretty sure that she is reporting everything back to Gale.
He checks up on you multiple times a day, asking if you need anything or if you are craving everything for him to cook.
When you are laying in bed with him, he will be reading next to you and absently rubbing your belly.
When your belly gets bigger, he will want to have his arms wrapped around you while sleep with Tara curled up next to you.
He wants to be there when you give birth, he will not hear anything against it.
When you do go into labor, he is right by your side and wiping your forehead with a wet towel.
He honestly gets in the way of the midwife with his constant questions, but they force him to sit next to you.
When the baby is finally born, he wants to be the first to hold them and cradle them in his arms.
“Oh dearest, look at them. Look at how perfect you have done.” His soft smile and a twinkle in his eyes as he looked down at the child, wanting nothing more in the world.
Halsin
Halsin knows before you do that you’re pregnant. He picks up on the nausea, the tiredness, and he can smell it on you.
He waits for you to tell him though, giving you the privacy even though he is bursting at the seams with excitement.
He is making sure you’re eating enough and getting enough rest.
You wouldn’t even need to list a single finger if you didn’t want to.
He makes sure not to be too far from you if you would ever need him.
He starts whittling little toys for the child, including a little bear for them.
When your belly gets larger and you start complaining of back pain, he will come up behind you and put his hands under your belly to help relieve the pressure with his chin resting on your shoulder.
From the moment you two lay down for the night he is constantly talking to your belly and rubbing it.
The first time he feels a kick he will grin and give the spot a soft kiss.
He makes sure to keep an eye on everything for anything that could go wrong but he is not against you having additional healers to check up on you.
When you go into labor, he wants to help the midwife with anything they need; water, towels, just about anything.
He also wants to be the one who cuts the cord and clean the baby right after they are born.
He holds them in his arms and marvels at how small they are compared to him before he hands them to you.
“My Heart, just look at them.” Halsin looking down at the child, slowly running his finger down their cheek as they sleep. “Just look at what we have made together.”
Bonus: Zevlor (because I love him and no one can stop me)
When you tell him the poor man’s heart stops for a second.
He is a stuttering mess, hands reaching for you trembling, but he pulls you into his arms and holds you close kissing you.
A million and one doubts that he will be a good father go through his head, but he doesn’t doubt for a second that you will be a good parent.
You have to reassure him and give him a lot of love.
He goes out of his way to make sure you’re taken care of during your pregnancy.
You mention you want a snack or sweet? He will come home with like 10 of them.
You will wake up to him rubbing your belly as it gets bigger.
He eyes will be full of love and wonder when he feels them kick.
When you go into labor, he just can’t stand seeing you in pain and gets kicked out by the midwife.
But the moment he hears the first cry he will burst back into the room.
When the midwife hands the baby to him for the first time, he treats them as if they are made of glass.
“Oh sweetling.” Zevlor could feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision as he held the newborn close to his chest watching them yawn. “You have given me everything.”
#bg3#bg3 x reader#bg3 x tav#bg3 x you#wyll x reader#wyll x tav#gale x reader#gale x tav#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#halsin x reader#halsin x tav#tav x zevlor#zevlor x reader#pregancy
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A hand resting on your round stomach and another clutching your waist, you pad into the living room grumpy and disoriented. Your (Donghyuck's) oversized tshirt hangs loosely just above your knees. Your hello kitty flip flops feel soft under your feet, but that hardly does anything to improve your mood.
The television is on and some b-rated movie (you don't have it in you to recall the name) plays quietly. Donghyuck lies on the couch, a packet of crackers on his chest and hands holding his phone, scrolling through Instagram.
What was the movie on for? Now you know why the electricity bills have been as abysmal as they are.
You clear your throat, which causes Donghyuck to startle. His phone slips from the grasp of his (delicate, beautiful, stunning) fingers and falls square on his nose.
Deserved.
"Fuck! Babe, you don't have to sneak up on me like that," he grumbles, sitting up and rubbing his nose. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Your tone is sharp, but Donghyuck seems to be unfazed. He knows by now that your mood swings possess no real threat. Annoying, really. You miss the days when he used to panic at the slightest hint of anger in your voice.
"It's 9, baby. There's only so much time I can admire your sleeping face before the irresistible urge to pee takes over."
You roll your eyes this time and stomp into the kitchen, ignoring the loud and exaggerated 'cute' from your husband. (As if that doesn't make your heart sing.)
Donghyuck hurries behind you because there's no way he's letting you reach for the box of cornflakes sitting at the top shelf.
He hands find your bump, chin resting on your shoulder, a feather light kiss landing on your neck. You sigh in content and sink back into him, all the anger dissipating to be replaced with warmth and fuzziness, feeling complete. Talk about mood swings.
"She's getting bigger," you mumble.
He hums, face settling in the crook of your neck. His lips linger on the sensitive skin there. It's ticklish, a laugh bubbles out of your mouth. You feel Donghyuck smile.
"I love you, gorgeous."
You don't think it's good for your heart, the way it's going absolutely feral inside your chest. You place your hand on top of his, hold tight, and close your eyes.
"I love you too, Hyuck."
#donghyuck x reader#haechan#haechan x reader#lee donghyuck#lee haechan#nct#nct 127#nct donghyuck#nct dream#nct drabbles#timestamp#fluff#haechan fluff#nct fluff#pregancy#pregnant reader#syerah fics#haechan oneshot#nct oneshot#oneshot
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One Day At A Time - Nightwing x Reader
Part Two
Author’s Note - Glad I finally got this one started. It was in my head for a long time. More parts are coming.
Voices were the first thing you recalled. They were different tones, some feminine, others masculine. Screams echoed from somewhere far away. Beeps sounded near your head.
You couldn’t open your eyes. Your eyelids had been replaced by stones. “Is she going to wake up soon?” one of the voices demanded. You recognized it as you heard it often.
“She can wake up at anytime.” This voice was recognizable as well. It gave orders a lot. “We will just have to wait.” Footsteps echoed and a door closed. You wondered if they were talking about you. Were you asleep? It was hard to tell.
There was scraping of a chair. Suddenly, someone grabbed your hand. They cradled it in theirs. Lips pressed to the back of your hand. “I miss you, sweetheart,” the voice you heard most often spoke. Sweetheart? You felt confused. No one had called you that before. “Please wake up soon.” Something wet dripped onto your hand.
Disgusting. You couldn’t pull your hand away. It was like your blood had been replaced with sand, holding you down. You endured it. The voice rambled on and on about things. You stopped listening and let yourself drift back into bliss of darkness.
***
Slowly, rising from the darkness and into the fresh air, you finally dragged your eyes opened. The light was bright. You closed them again, reaching up to rub them.
Your eyes adjusted to reveal a white hospital room with flowers everywhere. The ones next to your bedside were your favorite. Those were the same ones your brother would get for your birthday every year. A smile pulled at your lips. You glanced down at yourself, the paper hospital gown scratching your skin. There were heart monitors stuck to your chest and stomach. Odd.
An IV was in your arm. You pulled at it gently, shivering from the idea of it in your arm. Biting your lip, you tried to remember how you got here. The last thing you remembered was being at gymnastic practice. It was after hours and you were breaking the rules by attempting Olga Korbut’s uneven bars routine from the 1972 Olympics. Most of those moves were illegal now days, but you wanted to try just for fun.
The last thing you remembered was preparing for your dismount from the high bar when your brother, Wally West, and your coach walking in. They startled you and you fell hard. You frowned. Was that what happened? Did you end up in the hospital?
You pulled the covers around you. Where were those voices you heard before? The man’s voice. The one who held your hand. You wondered who he was? Rubbing your hands up and down your arms, you froze when you felt metal on one of your fingers. You glanced down to find a beautiful ring.
It was a contoured design, two rings fitted into one. You remembered Aunt Iris had one like that. Her engagement ring and wedding ring were made into one. Why would you have a ring like that? You were only nineteen and you don’t remember anyone giving a ring like this to you.
The door to your room opened. You looked up eagerly, hoping to see your family. However, there was only a strange man. He stared at you, eyes wide with a cup of coffee in his hand. His hair was dark, shaggy and falling into his bright blue eyes. You had to admit he was attractive and fit, even if it looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.
The coffee cup dropped from his hand and splashed on the floor. You jumped only to find the man suddenly hugging you and pressing his lips against yours. Your mind shut off. You didn’t move, unsure what to do. Should you scream? Were you being attacked?
“Oh thank god, you’re awake. I thought you would never wake up.” The man sobbed, breaking the kiss to bury his face into your shoulder. His voice triggered your memory. He was the one who held your hand.
You didn’t know what to do. Your brain was on autopilot as you patted his back. Maybe he was mentally disturbed and thought you were someone else? You noticed the call button by the bedside and tried to reach for it.
“Woah, hey.” The man pulled away, grinning despite the tears in his eyes. “You feel okay? Anything hurt? Should I get the doctor?”
You opened your mouth to speak only for it to be dry. Wetting your mouth, you cleared your throat. “I’m fine.” You looked him in the eye for a second before quickly looking at the flowers across the room. Your eye caught a bag sitting on the chair in the corner.
“I think my heart finally restarted. It stopped when you took that fall.” The man laughed. You looked back at him to find him studying you like you were the most precious thing on earth. It sent a warning shiver down your spine.
You quickly looked away, eyeing the coffee spill on the floor. “Is Wally here?”
You bit your lip nervously when the man’s smile faltered slightly. “He...doesn’t know you’re here.” The man took your hand, rubbing warmth into it.
“What?!” You blinked, heart skipping a beat. Oh god, did this man kidnap you? Were you even in a hospital or did it just look like one? Where was Wally? Where was your family?
The man played with the ring on your finger. He frowned slightly with concern in his eyes. “Sweetheart, you know he doesn’t approve of us. He won’t answer my calls, even when you got hurt, but we don’t need to worry about him. We got each other and our family. That’s what matters, right?” He ran his other hand through your hair.
Your blood ran ice cold. You had to escape. Clearly, this man kidnapped you and was mentally insane. Why did he act like you were in a relationship with him? Thoughts about all those old stalker movies filled your mind.
“Hey, you okay?” The man cupped your cheek. “Calm down. You’re fine. Everything’s okay.”
You forced a smile on your face to try to reassure him. Get him out of the room. You could escape then. “I just have a headache.” You rubbed your temple. Your chest tightened when his hand moved to rest over yours.
“Let me grab the doctor.” He leaned down to kiss you again. You turned your head, disgusted. His lips caught your cheek instead of your lips. The man frowned, but got up. “I’ll be right back, okay?” He left the room and firmly shut the door behind him.
Once he was gone, you got to your feet. Sharp pain shot through them, but you just gasped and stayed standing. You removed the IV and the heart monitors carefully before going to the bag in the corner. There were clothes inside. You ripped off the paper gown and changed into the sweatpants and sweatshirt inside. The clothes were too big, but you tightened the pants to fit you. There were no shoes, so you made do with a pair of socks.
Panic set in when you heard noise outside the door. You rushed to the window in the room. Outside was a city you didn’t recognize it. Scared beyond belief, you opened the window. The rays of the late morning sun hit your skin. Your room was two stories up, but you noticed a gutter drain nearby.
With somewhat ease, you climbed out and down the gutter drain. Once you were a few feet from the ground, you dropped. Almost landing on your feet, you toppled to your knees. Your center of gravity was off. Did you gain weight while you were kidnapped? You shook your head, getting to your feet.
“(Y/N)!” The man shouted. You spun to see him leaning out of the window with another dark haired man with him.
“No.” Adrenaline fueled you and you sprinted off. You were fast, but you were no speedster. Traffic was heavy in the street, but you ran out without a care, jumping over the hood of a car that slammed on their brakes to avoid you.
You glanced back to see the man already on the ground. Panting, you ran faster down the street, dodging people as you went. You had to break the line of sight. A child ran out in front of you. You jumped, using a light post as leverage to send yourself flying into an alleyway.
“(Y/N)!” The man was gaining on you as you fell hard on your knees again. The wind knocked out of you. Rage filled you. Why was your center of balance off? You could have landed that in your sleep. However, you got to your feet and kept running.
Turning several corners, you saw a coffee shop filled with people. You burst through the door, the bell ringing loudly. People stared at you like you were insane. Maybe you did look it, but you had a good reason. “Can I borrow a phone?” you panted, searching the room for a friendly soul.
“Here, honey,” a middle aged woman said, handing you a phone.
“Thank you.” You glanced behind you in a panic and ducked into the hallway that led to the bathrooms. The phone shook in your hand. Every part of your body ached, completely weakened by the run as adrenaline drained into all out terror.
Air was being squeezed out of your lungs, coming out in ragged gasps. Black swarmed your vision, but you blinked it away. The bell on the door to the shop rang. You slipped into the ladies' room and slid to the floor by the sink.
Knees pressed to your chest, you dialed the one number you knew by heart. “Please pick up, please pick up.” The man’s voice sounded outside, asking about you.
“Hello?” You sighed in relief, knowing his voice instantly.
“Wally?” Your voice cracked. Tears filled your eyes. “Please help me. Walls, please help me.”
“(Y/N)?” Wally seemed shocked. “What’s wrong?” His voice deepened into that tone he used when he was Kid Flash.
You crawled into one of the stalls when you heard someone tell the man that you went to the restroom. Reaching up to lock the stall, you got up to stand on the toilet to hide. You had to lean against the wall to stay upright. “There’s a man chasing me. He kidnapped me, but I escaped.” You held your breath when the bathroom door opened. “He’s here. Please help me.” Your voice dropped to a whisper.
“(Y/N), sweetheart, I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to come with me,” the man said loudly. He opened one of the stalls. You pressed your hand against your mouth to prevent a scream.
“I’ll be there in a flash. Where are you?” Wally’s voice sounded distant. He was already on the move.
The next stall opened. You whimpered softly into the phone. The bathroom fell silent until the door to your stall shook. You choked out a sob, losing your balance. Your foot went into the toilet, but you caught yourself. However, the phone slipped out of your hand and clattered to the floor.
The man kneeled in front of the door. “(Y/N), sweetheart, please tell me what’s going on. You’re scaring me.”
“Please leave me alone. I just want to go home,” you begged, ignoring your wet sock as you climbed higher on the toilet in case the man crawled under.
“We can go home, but I need you to calm down.” The man peeked under the door. You screamed, fresh tears bursting out of you. Suddenly, a loud gust sounded in the room and the man disappeared from the door. “Wally? What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing?! (Y/N) called me saying she’s been kidnapped and a man is chasing her,” your brother’s voice said. You relaxed slightly, suddenly concerned that Wally seemed to know the man. “And now I searched the city only to find you chasing her!”
The man gasped. “She said what?!”
The door of your stall shook again. “(Y/N), come out. I think you’re confused,” Wally said. You slowly climbed down from the toilet and opened the door. Wally stood there in a Flash suit. Strange, wasn’t he Kid Flash? You ignored it and hopped into his arms.
Wally held you tight. “Please get me out of here, Walls. Keep him away from me.” You clung to Wally like he was your lifeline.
“What the hell is going on?!” The man stepped forward. You broke out of Wally’s arms to hide behind him, watching the man as he stared at you with his brow furrowed. “(Y/N), sweetheart, I’m Dick. Your husband.” He pointed to his chest.
“I can’t be married!” You gripped Wally’s arms with a death grip.
Wally’s head snapped between you and the man. “Wait a minute.” He pressed a hand to the man’s, now Dick’s, chest to stop him from coming closer. Wally spun to you and gripped your shoulders. His green eyes bore into yours. “(Y/N), what year is it?”
You frowned, blinking. Your lips trembled. Wally never talked to you like this before. “2020.”
Dick’s jaw dropped. His hand slapped against his forehead. Wally stared at you with fear in his eyes. “(Y/N), honey, it’s 2023. You’re not nineteen, you’re twenty two,” Wally said calmly. He swallowed hard and nodded to Dick. “This is Dick Grayson. You married him a year ago. Without my permission, I might add.”
Your eyes snapped to Dick’s. “No...” Your knees collapsed. Wally caught you before you hit the floor. Dick’s hands clenched into fists, keeping his distance from you. Black swarmed your vision again. You blinked it away as Wally cradled you in his arms.
“This is too public.” The other dark haired man you saw in the window with Dick entered, glancing around nervously. “Get her out of here.” Wally picked you up and zoomed off. Sometime along the way, you fainted.
***
You woke on a soft bed with an older man hovering nearby. He smiled when he saw you open your eyes. The lights were dim in whatever room you were in. In the distance, you swore you heard bats screeching.
“Hello, Miss (Y/N).” He patted your arm. “Do you remember me?”
You studied him, but shook your head. He wasn’t a threat, because you didn’t even tense when you saw him.
The man smiled gently. “I am Alfred.” He held up his hands. “Is it alright if I examine your head?”
You nodded. A lump was in your throat, memories floating back to you. Alfred carefully ran his hands over your head, feeling for any bumps. You winced when he touch a spot toward the back of your head. “It hurts there.”
Alfred hummed. “I see.” He pulled away. “I am going to alert the others that you are awake.” You tensed, scared to find out what else you didn’t remember. Three years. You were missing three years. “Don’t worry, Miss (Y/N). It will be a calm discussion. We only want to figure out what is going on.” He patted your knee and left the area.
You pulled the sheet up and around you. Your fingers rested on the edge of the sheet, the ring on your wedding finger sparkling beautifully. How could you forget something so important? You must have loved Dick, right? You snorted. What a name. You hoped it was short for Richard.
Wally came in first. He smiled in relief, coming to your side. “Hey, glad you’re awake, sis. You gave me a heart attack when you fainted on me.” He sat on the edge of your bed.
Dick followed him. He started toward you, but stopped and moved to lean against the far wall. The other dark haired man from before entered and took a seat on the chair at the end of the bed.
“Here we go, Miss (Y/N). You should at least drink something,” Alfred said, appearing with a cup of steaming tea. You took it from him, giving him a timid smile in thanks. “I’ll bring a meal in a bit. Remember we are going to proceed calmly.” Alfred glared at the three men in the room. You liked him already.
“Let’s start from the beginning. What the last thing you remember, (Y/N)?” The dark haired man asked, leaning forward and studying you with an intense gaze, your hands began to shake with nerves. Alfred smacked his arm as he passed and the man’s gaze softened.
You took a sip of tea, gathering your thoughts. Sneaking a peek at Dick, you saw the pain in his eyes. “I remember being at gymnastic practice at Central City U. Everyone had left and I stayed to see if I could do Olga Korbut’s uneven bars routine from the 1972 Olympics. Oh my god, Walls, you remember how much I loved her routine. She was moving like an angel.” You grinned, feeling relaxed for the first time since you woke up to find everything strange and unfamiliar. A small smile pulled at Dick’s lips. You wondered if he liked gymnastics too.
“And you fell after I and your coach caught you in the middle of a high bar dismount.” Wally sighed, crossing his arms. “You hit your head, but you were fine afterwards.”
“I don’t remember that.” You bit your lip, holding the cup of tea tightly. “I just remember falling and then I woke up in the hospital with...Dick.” You met Dick’s eye. His smile fell into a firm line.
The dark haired man hummed. “You remember nothing else?”
You leaned into Wally. He wrapped his arm around you. “Just stuff before. Like growing up at home then living with Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry in Central City when Mom and Dad were having problems. Graduating high school, going to college on a gymnastic scholarship.” You looked at Wally. “Did I finish college? Please tell me I did.”
Wally chuckled. “You did. With top honors.” He kissed your temple. “Of course, then you ran off with Dick afterwards.” Wally glared over at Dick. Dick snorted. You glanced between the men, confused.
“Was I not supposed to?” You bit your lip when Dick burst out laughing suddenly. Wally narrowed his eyes at you.
“No, you weren’t. He’s older than you and was one of my best friends.” Wally pulled away from you, crossing his arms. “I made a mistake and invited him to my engagement party after working so hard to keep you away from this life, then all of a sudden, you married him.”
You looked at Dick, knowing you must have loved him quite a bit to piss Wally off so bad. “Enough.” The dark haired man got to his feet. “We need to focus on what’s important.”
“Bruce, we are focusing on what’s important,” Dick said after he stopped laughing. “(Y/N) might remember if we remind her.” He smiled at you with a charm that made your skin tingle. Maybe there was something there?
The dark haired man, now Bruce, shook his head. “No, there is something going on here. Don’t you think it’s strange that (Y/N) happened to forget about you? Three years is specific.” Bruce pointed a finger at Dick’s chest. “It’s very specific that the last thing she remembers happened the day before you met her at West’s engagement party.”
Dick sobered. “Are you suggesting someone erased me from (Y/N)’s memory? Who could even do that?”
Wally took the cup of tea from you when your hands started shaking so hard that it threatened to slosh out. “It’s okay,” Wally soothed, rubbing your back. “You’re fine, we’ll figure this out, okay?”
“Don’t you think it’s odd that a day after you two announced your pregnancy that (Y/N) takes a fall during patrol and forgets about you?” Bruce said, waving his hand in the air. “We need to open an investigation.”
Your blood drained out of your face. Pregnancy? You looked down at your stomach with wide eyes. Heart monitors on your stomach, the loss of your center of balance? Wally was staring at your stomach too. His face white as a sheet.
“Shit, Bruce. Just let the cat out of the bag, huh?” Dick rushed to your side. He hesitated before taking your hand. “(Y/N), sweetheart. Don’t freak out. You’re fine, the baby’s fine.”
“Baby?” You looked at him, chest tightening. Breathing became a struggle. Every muscle in your body tensed, trembling. “No, no, no, no. I can’t...I don’t remember anything.” Your cheeks felt wet, tears escaping.
Suddenly, you were in Dick’s arms with your head pressed against his chest. “Breathe with me, sweetheart. One breath at a time.” His calm heartbeat loud in your ear. You fought to slow down, trying to breathe in rhythm with him. Wally disappeared from your side. Your hand clutched at Dick’s shirt. He tightened his arms around you. “There you go. You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. Nothing to freak out about. We’re taking care of it.”
You buried your face into his chest, breathing in his scent. He smelled of sweat, cologne, and laundry detergent. Your abdomen tingled as if your body remember that scent. You found you liked it.
“I’m heading out. Call me if there is an emergency,” Wally said. You looked up at him, eyes widening. Wally wouldn’t look at you and Dick, arms crossed. “I’ll let Mom know you’re okay.” With that, he zoomed off.
“But...” You blinked, your heart felt like it was ripped from your chest. “Why?” You looked at Dick. Dick smiled sadly at you.
He kissed your temple. “I’ll explain later.” Dick kept his arms around you as you sobbed. You buried your face into his chest, feeling so cold and alone. Your head ached as you tried to remember. How could you not remember getting pregnant or getting married? Why did Wally abandon you with these strangers that weren’t strangers, but were? Dick’s chin rested on the top of your head, not saying a word.
***
Dick stumbled out of medbay, exhausted and heartbroken. The bats screeched in the distance. The cool air in the cave made him shiver. You had cried yourself to sleep. Dick wished he could have comforted you, but he didn’t know how. What do you do when your wife doesn’t remember even meeting you?
Bruce was at the computer, working away on the theory he had throw out in front of you. Dick’s hand clenched into a fist. It was bad enough you were recovering from the news that you forgotten three years of your life and your husband, but to find out you’re pregnant and that someone may have erased your memory. No wonder you broke down.
Dick turned away from Bruce and headed up the stairs to the manor, needing distance. The absolute terror in your face when you looked at him in that coffee shop bathroom haunted him. He never wanted to see that expression on your face again.
Delicious smells came from the kitchen, drawing Dick toward it. His stomach growled. The last time he ate was that sandwich Alfred had brought him in the hospital. Dick ran his fingers through his hair. Was that a day ago? Time went by so fast after you woke up.
“Hey, Dick,” Tim said as Dick entered the kitchen. Alfred was over the stove, stirring a pot of what looked to be his special chicken noodle soup. Tim sat at the counter with a sandwich and a bowl of soup.
“Hi, Timmy.” Dick collapsed into the stool next to Tim and took half of the sandwich from his plate.
Tim watched him worriedly. “So how’s (Y/N)?”
Dick took a big bite of the sandwich. “Not great.” He mumbled with food in his mouth. Alfred turned to glare at Dick before going back to the stove. A jolt ran through Dick. Dick waited until he swallowed to continue. “She just cried herself to sleep in my arms. Bruce let slip that she’s pregnant, then Wally got all mad again and ran off.” Alfred poured another bowl of soup and set it in front of Dick. “I’m worried what the stress is doing to her and the baby.”
“This is why I suggested a calm discussion.” Alfred set a spoon next to Dick’s bowl. “Is she asleep?”
“Yeah.” Dick finished his sandwich and started on the soup. His eyes caught the ring on his finger. The one you had specially made for him. His heart broke once again.
“Well, I’ll prepare a tray and take it down. She needs to eat.” Alfred moved to grab a serving tray.
Tim eyed Dick and Alfred. “So it’s true then?”
“What’s true?” Dick glanced at Tim, frowning at how pale he was.
“(Y/N) doesn’t remember you or us or...anything?” Tim swallowed hard. The food in front of him forgotten.
Dick took another spoonful of soup, pushing away the urge to cry. “No, she doesn’t.” He froze, noting the shifting shadow by the kitchen door. “Damian, come on out.”
“TT.” Damian stepped out and came over to sit beside Dick. Alfred raised an eyebrow and quickly served Damian a bowl of soup too. “Can I see her?”
“Let’s give Miss (Y/N) space for now.” Alfred picked up the serving tray. “I’ll bring this down to her.” He left the room.
The three ate in silence. Dick slipped into his own thoughts, your face flashing before his eyes again. He dropped his spoon and buried his face in his hands. “It’s probably not permanent,” Tim said, biting his lip.
“Or it is.” Dick groaned, dropping his hands. “Do you know how it felt to see her so scared? She climbed out the hospital window and ran out into the street. Then she called Wally. Wally! They haven’t spoken in a year.”
Tim laid a hand on Dick’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
Dick glanced at Tim. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything, Tim.”
“No, but I’m sorry just the same.” Tim pulled away to play with his spoon.
“TT.” Damian jumped off his stool and took his bowl to the sink.
Dick watched him. “Damian, you okay?” It helped to focus on something else. He’d rather comfort his brother than deal with his own emotions at the moment.
Damian spun and glared at him. “You are weak.” Dick and Tim flinched. Damian shook his head. “You are just giving up. If (Y/N) doesn’t remember you, then make her remember you.”
“It’s not that simple, Dami.” Dick got to his feet and came to kneel in front of Damian. “This isn’t something you can just fix.” He rested his hands on Damian’s shoulders.
“TT, then you take it one day at a time until (Y/N) remembers everything you had, everything we all had.” Damian jerked out of Dick’s grip and walked away. “Fool.”
Dick stayed on his knees. His body froze, shocked to his core. “So you’re saying I get (Y/N) to fall in love with me again?” He turned to look at Tim, who was nodding. “That’s not going to work. I don’t know how we did, it just happened.”
“You mean you don’t have any idea how you fell in love with (Y/N)? Come on, that’s not true.” Tim chuckled, getting to his feet and started to clean up the dishes. “You told me how you saw her from across the room and basically drew to her like a starving man to bread.”
“I didn’t say that.” Dick got to his feet and started to wash the dishes. Tim grabbed a towel to dry.
“Yeah, you did. It might have been after your wedding night and you were half asleep, but you did.” Tim smirked. “(Y/N) said you drank too much, but then Jason made that crude comment and you whaled on him.”
“Okay, I remember that. (Y/N) made me sleep on the couch until our honeymoon.” Dick felt a smile pulled at his lips. It felt wrong. Why should he be smiling when he lost the love of his life?
Tim laughed. “I didn’t know that part.” He dried a bowl and put it away. “I think if you help (Y/N) relive those moments, it might spark her memory.” Tim shrugged. “Unless Bruce’s theory is right.”
Dick choked, dropping a dish into the sink. “I pray he’s not. Who would do such a thing?” He grabbed another dish towel to dry his hands, shaking.
“Don’t think about that now.” Tim grabbed Dick’s arm. “Calm down.”
“How can I be calm, Tim?! My wife doesn’t remember me at all!” Dick threw his hands up in the air.
“Quiet.” Dick turned to see Cass staring at him, silently appearing like she always did. He should have heard her. Suddenly, her hand shot out and Dick fell limp to the ground.
“Cheap trick.” Dick mumbled, his cheek rested on the floor. HIs body paralyzed from the nerve strike.
Tim knelt down next to Dick’s head. Dick felt Tim’s thin fingers checking his pulse. “Little much, Cass, don’t ya think?”
“He needed rest. No sleep for days. Sloppy.” Cass grabbed Dick’s arm and pulled him up. Tim grabbed Dick’s other arm and they drag him out of the kitchen.
Dick closed his eyes, letting the darkness of sleep take him. The last thing he remember was being flopped down onto a couch.
***
You leaned against headrest, keeping your eyes on the city outside. “So we live in Gotham?” The car was clean and smelled like mint from the bat shaped car refresher.
“Well, no.” Dick cleared his throat, keeping one hand on the wheel while rubbing the yellowing bruise on his neck. You asked him about it, he just said it was what he needed. Whatever that meant. “We live in one of the suburbs between Gotham and Bludhaven.” He glanced over at you somewhat nervously. “Bruce bought us a house for our wedding gift. Decked it out with everything, even added a secret tunnel that would take us straight into Gotham or Bludhaven in minutes.”
“And Bruce is your adoptive father and Batman.” You frowned, playing with the sleeves of the sweatshirt you were wearing. Apparently, it was yours, but you don’t remember seeing it before. You sighed. It was a common occurrence nowadays. “Damian, Tim, Cass, and Jason are your siblings. Tim, Cass, and Jason are adopted while Damian is Bruce’s biological son.”
Dick nodded. A smile pulled at his lips. “Yeah, that’s right.” He glanced over at you. You met his eye. It sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. Over the last few days, you noticed you were feeling those shivers more and more. You played with your wedding ring, unable to take it off. It felt wrong to remove it.
“You’re Nightwing and I’m...” It was on the tip of your tongue.
“Redwing. Red from the Flash and wing from me,” Dick said after several seconds of silence. “You didn’t go out too often. Mostly to help me out if I needed backup.”
“And we both run a trapeze and gymnastics school?” You folded your arms across your chest. Your heart glowed with joy at having your dream job of teaching gymnastics.
Dick nodded. “And dance and boxing.” He looked back at the road. “We added those recently, wanting to reach out to more kids.”
Your eyes fell to the ring on his finger. “Did I give you that ring?”
“You did.” Dick’s hand left the wheel and was held out in front of you. You took it, feeling the calluses that were very similar to yours. The ring was a dark gray metal with no scratches or marks. “You had Superman make it out of some kind of Kryptonian metal, so it doesn’t wear or tear.”
Tracing the ring, you frowned. You tried to remember, pushing your brain until a headache blossomed in your temple. “I’m sorry.” You let go of his hand and turned away to look out the window.
“You don’t have to be sorry.” Dick rested his hand on your knee. You tensed. Dick flinched his hand away. “Sorry.” He bit his lip. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re figuring this out. One day at a time.”
Tears filled your eyes. He had been saying that a lot over the last few days. One day at a time. Like that was supposed to help you get three years back. “Are Iris and Barry really gone?”
“Yes, I don’t understand it all myself.” He looked at you as if you were going to break into pieces. “Apparently, they got sent to the future. Wally’s the Flash now.”
“Wally married Linda and had two kids who I’ve haven’t seen in a year because Wally hates that we’re together.” You took a deep breath. “Mom remarried after Dad disappeared and now lives in Europe. She agrees with Wally. Not surprising. She always liked him more.”
“That’s not true.” Dick drove down a street of very nice houses. Suddenly, he turned into a driveway of a beautiful huge white house. It was surrounded by trees, offering privacy from the neighbors. “Here we are.”
Your jaw dropped. “This is the house?” You quickly got out of the car to get a better look at it. Dick followed you.
“You like it?” He came to your side.
“Yeah, I just didn’t expect something so...large.” You walked ahead to the front door and took out a key from under the mat. It didn’t occur to you until the key was in your hand that your body must have remembered the motion. You looked back at Dick to find him staring at you with hopeful eyes. A lump formed in your throat.
“Go on in, sweetheart. I’ll get the car in the garage.” Dick climbed back into the car and opened the garage door. You pushed open the door and walked into the quiet, dark house. A motion sensor light clicked on along with a soft alarm. Your heart stopped.
Dick suddenly ran in behind you. “Sorry, forgot about that.” He typed in a code into the box in the corner by the door. A sensor popped out and Dick widened his eyes for it to scan his retinas. “There you go.” He turned back to you and started to lean forward, but stopped when you backed away. His face fell. “Don’t worry. It’s just our security system.” With that, he went back out the door to the car.
You watched him go. Blood rushed to your face when you realized you were looking at his butt. You covered your eyes, telling yourself that he was your husband and you probably could look at his butt. However, the embarrassment didn’t go away. It was a very nice ass though.
Slowly, you wandered through a beautifully decorated living room and dining room, stopping to study the pictures on the walls. There were a few of you as a child, along with you assumed were Dick’s childhood photos. You stopped at a picture of you and Wally as kids. Both of you were in swim suits with the blow up pool behind you. Wally’s arms were around you, both of you grinning as your mom snapped the picture.
Tears filled your eyes again, but you pushed them away. You had enough of crying for one day.
You explored the rest of the ground floor, finding the kitchen, pantry, office and a bathroom. It was so beautiful that you felt out of place. This was something you always dreamed about. Your own home, a place where you always belonged. You went upstairs. Another bathroom and three bedrooms. Two were empty, one made up into a guest bedroom. At the end of the hall, there were double doors. You swallowed hard and opened them.
The master bedroom was decorated by you. That you recognized right away. It very close to the bedrooms you designed as a teen when you couldn’t sleep after gymnastic practice. You would cut out photos from home magazines and print out pictures from the internet to paste together a mock room design for your dream home.
The bed looked so comfortable, you went over and laid down on it. It was as soft as you liked it. The comforter and sheets smooth on your skin. You stared up at the ceiling. Your dreams really came true, didn’t they? Maybe this was some form of karma. You got what you always wanted, but now you can’t remember the pieces that made it all happen.
“Hey, you found our room,” Dick said, coming in with the bags. You recognized one of the bags as the one you stole clothes from at the hospital. He set the bags on the armchair in the corner. “You picked everything out in here, I was just along for the ride.”
“So we’re both sleeping here?” You asked, stomach twisting with nerves. Dear god, it felt like you were about to have your wedding night with this man.
Dick paused, smile faltering. “No, I’ll be in the guest room.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to rush things for you. It wouldn’t be healthy for you or the baby.”
Your hand went to your stomach. There was a slight bump, which you only noticed after you found out you were pregnant. Dick’s eyes watched your hand. “Right, sure.” You got up from the bed and wandered toward the door in the corner. It led to a master bathroom with a walk in shower and giant tub in the corner. “Bruce really went all out, huh?”
“Yeah, he did.” Dick followed you, leaning against the doorframe as you peeked into the shower. “You told him about the house you dreamed about as a child and he made it for you and me.”
“I told him about it? But I never told anyone about it. Not even Wally.” You spun to look at Dick. That pleasant shiver went up your spine as he smiled at you. His eyes sparkling with what seemed to be love.
“You told me on the night we met. It was after Wally and Linda’s engagement party. Everyone was passed out drunk or left. You and I stayed to clean while Wally took care of Linda. We got to talking and I offered to take you out for breakfast at three am.” Dick sighed. “We talked until seven am, telling each other everything.”
You blinked. “Everything?” Your eye caught the photo on the wall. It was of you and Dick standing in front of the Golden Gate bridge. The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, foreheads pressed together. “Like this? Is this our honeymoon?”
“No, that was a trip we took the summer after we met.” Dick came to your side. He kept a safe distance between you and him. “We were keeping our relationship a secret. Linda and Wally’s wedding was a month later and we didn’t want to cause trouble.”
You hummed, noting how happy you were in the photo. “I wish I remembered.” Dick hesitated before gently reaching over to rub your shoulder. You forced yourself not to tense. His touch felt nice, warm.
“You will, but for now, I’ll remind you.” Dick smiled. His pain was almost hidden, but you could see it in his eyes. He took your hand. The contact alone made you want to cry. Dick tugged you. “Come on, let me show you the basement.”
“That’s not creepy at all.” You laughed halfheartedly, letting Dick lead you down the stairs to a part of a wall with a framed poster of the Flying Graysons on it. “Is it hidden for a reason?”
Dick winked at you. A jolt ran through your abdomen. “Remember that tunnel I told you about? Well, we don’t want that out in the open.” He touched the side of a frame and a fingerprint scanner popped out. “Always use your thumb.” He pressed his thumb and it dinged. The wall swung open revealing a staircase. “It scans you as you walk. If it doesn’t recognize you, the alarms go off and you’ll get sealed in the stairwell.”
“So this is like the safe room then?” You went in first, scared but comforted by the fact Dick was right behind you.
“Yeah, this would be the place to go if we have a situation like that. Of course, they’d have to try to get into the house first. I’ll show you how to lock down the house too.” Dick slipped around you once you reached the bottom of the stairs and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. The weight of his arm felt right. “What do you think?”
It was a huge underground base with big computer on one side. Costume displays were build into the wall. Three motorcycles and one military looking car sat at the far end. You pulled away from Dick to look at the workout area. There was a lot of equipment, but the only thing you focused on was the uneven bars.
You broke into a run toward the uneven bars and glide kipped onto the lower bar before doing a flip to the high bar. “Careful,” Dick chuckled, leaning against one of the punching bags nearby. “Your balance is off because of the baby.”
“Right.” You did a few backward giants before slipping into a few piked Stalders. A laugh escaped you. You couldn’t even begin to describe the joy you had. Your body ached for this.
You did a tucked Jaeger release before flipping down the lower bar. It felt unsteady, but you quickly adjusted to your change in weight. You did a toe-on release back to the high bar. Gaining momentum with a few more backward giants, you did a layout Jaeger release. Your grip slipped slightly, but you held on with one hand.
A scream slipped out when you tried to gain control. Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist and you were pulled down from the bar. “It’s okay, I got you.” Dick pressed you against his chest until your feet were on the floor.
“I should have chalked first.” You bit your lip, face burning. Dick’s arms stayed around you. The walls felt like they were closing in. Reality sunk your stomach to the floor. Who were you if you couldn’t remember?
“You were amazing.” Dick started to lean forward, but froze when you pulled away from him. You avoided his gaze.
“Right.” Hot tears filled your eyes, out of your control. “I’m tired. I’ll go lay down for a while.” You walked away briskly, head down.
Dick sighed loudly behind you. “Okay, I’ll wake you for dinner.” You glanced back at him to give him a quick nod before disappearing up the stairs.
***
“I don’t know what to do. She doesn’t get up from bed and only eats what I bring her.” Dick stood up from the kitchen table and poured himself another cup of coffee. “I thought coming home would help spark her memory or at the very least cheer her up, but she’s depressed.”
Alfred hummed and sipped his tea. He settled back in his seat at the table in your kitchen. You were upstairs, still in bed despite it being two in the afternoon. “Well, that is not healthy.”
“No, it’s not. I’m scared for her and the baby.” Dick sank back into his seat. “I don’t know what to do, Alfred.”
“Have you tried talking to Mr. West again? Perhaps Miss (Y/N) needs someone familiar around?” Alfred crossed his arms, pursing his lips.
“Wally won’t answer my calls. I tried calling him, but he won’t pick up.” Dick ran a hand through his hair. “I called with her phone to see if he would pick up for (Y/N), but nothing. Her mother is not answering either, which isn’t a surprise. I debated calling Bart Allen or Jesse Chambers or even Jay Garrick, but I don’t know if it would be a comfort to her. She wasn’t very close to them.”
“I swear that man and his mother are almost as stubborn as Master Bruce.” Alfred stood up and moved around the kitchen. “Did Miss (Y/N) have any cravings?”
Dick smiled halfheartedly as Alfred looked through the cabinets. “Well, not recently, but before everything, she was dying for pot stickers and refried beans. We had them every night for two weeks.”
Alfred shook his head. “I suppose we can add a salad on the side.” He started to cook, gesturing for Dick to get out. “Now I need you to come up with a plan to get Miss (Y/N) out of bed. It’s best that we don’t have to force her out.”
“Right.” Dick sipped at his coffee and left the kitchen. He racked his brain. There had to be a way to get you out of bed on your own. He was a fool for expecting Alfred to come over and magically fix everything. Dick smiled. However, if he figured out a way to get you up, Alfred’s food would probably keep you up. It was going to be way better than the food Dick had made for you the last few days.
Dick wandered upstairs and stopped outside an empty bedroom. This was the room you planned for the baby. Nothing was in it yet. In fact, it wasn’t even painted. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Dick’s head. After all, you were still you, even if you didn’t remember the last three years.
***
“Oops.” You jerked awake, sitting up in bed. Your eyes felt sticky, your body more tired than you ever felt before. The master bedroom was empty, but the doors to the rest of the house was open. “Damn, which color was it supposed to be again?”
It was Dick’s voice. You frowned. Curiosity tickled you. You felt the urge to get up and see what he was doing. Honestly, you were waiting for something to happen. Wallowing in self pity and sorrow only seemed worthwhile for so long.
You pulled back the covers and got to your feet. The pajamas you wore were a little tight around your stomach, the baby bump revealing itself. You still couldn’t believe you were pregnant and married. How do you forget something so important? It was like you were living someone else’s life.
“It couldn’t be black, could it?” Dick’s voice echoed down the hall. Your heart jolted. Why did you have a sense of dread?
You went down the hall, not caring that you were walking around in pajamas and bed hair. Dick was in one of the empty bedrooms surrounded by boxes and paint cans. He was holding up paint sample cards to the wall, clearly deep in thought. “What are you doing?” you asked.
He flinched, dropping his sample cards. “(Y/N)? Oh, good. I was thinking of painting this bedroom. We were going to make this the baby’s room, but white walls are just so boring. I was trying find a color that matches those decorations.” He nodded to the boxes.
You knelt down to look through the box, getting curiouser by the minute. Inside was a ton of baby decorations, all circus themed. “Wait, you were thinking black for the walls?” You looked up at him in disbelief. Your eye caught the black paint sample on the floor. “Black? For a baby’s room?”
“Yeah, it would really bring out the circus theme.” Dick’s eyes were wide with innocence. You swore you saw a hint of a smirk on his lips.
“No, that’s not happening.” You got to your feet and took the paint samples from him. “I mean what are you thinking?”
“I don’t know. This is more your thing.” Dick shrugged as you tossed the black sample over your shoulder while keeping the others. You held them against the wall and glanced back at the decorations in the box. “I think we should go with this blue.” You handed him the right sample.
Dick grinned. “Yeah, I can see it now.” He came up behind you and held the paint sample to the wall. “I’ll go buy the paint.” You shivered, feeling his breath against your neck.
“Miss (Y/N), Master Dick, dinner is served.” Alfred appeared in the doorway. You crossed your arms.
“I’m not very hungry, Alfred. Sorry.” You moved away from Dick and toward the door.
“That’s too bad, because I made pot stickers, refried beans, and a green salad.” Alfred sighed and headed down the stairs. Your stomach growled. You found yourself following him.
“You did?” Wrapping your arms around yourself, you licked your lips. “When did you get here, Alfred?”
Alfred shrugged. “A few hours ago.” He disappeared around the corner.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Dick came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to lead you toward the kitchen. “We’ll finish the baby’s room later.”
You frowned, glancing back at the room. Did you really marry a man who thought black was a good color to paint a room? No wonder most of the house was your designs. “I suppose I could eat. Since I’m up and all.”
Dick hummed. You glanced at him, wondering once more what you saw in him. He was hot, you admitted to yourself, and kind. You pondered some more as you both joined Alfred for dinner.
***
With your stomach full and satisfied, you ended up in the baby’s room again. You offered to help with dishes, but Alfred refused your help, instead making Dick do them as Alfred had to head home to take care of Bruce.
Kneeling down next to the box of decorations, you sorted through it. There was were pictures of circus animals, a worn stuffed elephant, a circus mobile, crib sheets with lion and lion tamers on them etc. You noticed a lack of clowns, but then remembered the Joker and thought it was for the best.
“We have the crib, but it’s still in the box in the closet. Bruce and Alfred sent it over once we told them the news.” Dick’s voice made you flinch. You forced yourself to relax as he slowly made his way to sit down next to you on the floor. He kept a nice distance between you, sensing your unease.
“That was nice of them.” You bit your lip. Dick reached over to take the worn stuffed elephant, smirking at it. “That was yours, wasn’t it?”
Dick looked up at you in surprise. The hopefulness in his eyes panged your heart. You didn’t remember that, you just guessed. “Yeah, I grew up with Sikta. She’s named after one of the elephants we had in the circus.” He chuckled, glancing back at the stuffed elephant. “She used to tease me by spraying water on me when I was close by and I would sneak her peanuts.”
“Wow.” You felt a smile pull at your lips. “We didn’t have any pets when I was little. Mom and Dad wouldn’t let us and with Wally being a superhero. No one had the time I guess.” You shrugged, taking out a few classic children books. “These were mine.” You opened them to see your messy three year old handwriting inside. “I wrote my name in them because Wally always did it to his.”
“Is that your name? Wow, your handwriting has gotten much better.” Dick teased, leaning closer to look at the book with you. You got a whiff of his cologne, faded, but still there.
His words gave you pause. “Did I take your name?” You looked at him, blinking when you found him only inches away from you. He turned, his lips almost brushing yours.
“Yeah.” He swallowed hard. “You said your name sounded better as (Y/N) Grayson instead of (Y/N) West.” A blush came to his cheeks. “I was quite flattered.”
“Is that why Wally doesn’t approve?” You took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. It made your body relax. Your abdomen buzzed with excitement.
“No.” Dick sighed. He paused before slowly wrapping an arm around your waist. You found you didn’t mind the touch. “I don’t know for sure to be honest. He hated that we were together and that we kept it a secret for so long. Wally always said that he worked hard to keep you from this life. I think he didn’t want you to be apart of the superhero life and by being with me, you joined it.”
You pursed your lips. “Right, so I should be the one left out? It’s bad enough that I spend holidays alone with Mom and Dad when Wally ran off to save the world. At least with Aunt Iris, it was just me and her when Wally and Barry ran off. Less fighting and passive aggressive comments all the time.”
“Do you want to try to call him?” Dick looked at you with those sparkling blue eyes. You found yourself awed by them. Hopefully, the baby would get his eyes. They were so much prettier than yours.
“No.” You turned back to the books, picking up the Peter Pan book. Opening the cover, you smiled sadly when you saw Wally’s name crossed out and replaced with your own. Dick’s chin rested on your shoulder, looking with you. “I don’t think it will do any good.”
“You don’t know that.” Dick pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “But I’ll support whatever you want to do.” You felt him smile into you, feeling it through your pajamas.
You felt yourself crack like the ground during an earthquake. Your emotions swelled to the surface.
“I’m sorry.” Tears welled up in your eyes uncontrollably. You turned away from him. “I’m sorry I don’t remember. I’m sorry I don’t know you like you know me.” A sob slipped out. It was unstoppable. You felt like there was no way to put a lid on your emotions. “It’s horrible to see the hope in your eyes, but the truth is, I don’t know if I’ll ever remember because nothing here triggers anything for me.” You glanced around the room. “I don’t remember buying this stuff, I don’t remember anything of the photos of us, or decorating this beautiful home.” You choked, wiping your tears with your sleeve. “It’s hopeless.”
Dick pulled you into his arms, letting you rest your head on his chest. “It’s not hopeless and you don’t need to be sorry. You can’t help it. I understand that.” He kissed the top of your head. You relaxed, soothed by his scent and warmth. Your body certainly remembered him, but why couldn’t the rest of you? “I love you, (Y/N). During our vows, I promised to be with you even after death parted us. We’ll work through this.” He chuckled softly. “If anything, we’ll just have to make new memories and stop focusing on remembering the old.”
You looked up at you, smiling at his goofy grin. “Did we really promise each other that in our wedding vows?”
“We did.” Dick leaned down. His lips brushed softly against your cheeks, making your entire body light up in pleasure. “We’ll just have to get married over again, so you can have new memories.”
You blinked. “Do you really mean that?” His lips left you aching for more. He got to his feet and held out his hand.
“Yeah, I do.” He winked at you. “Come on, let’s get out of here and watch a movie or something? Maybe we can discuss what kind of memories we want to make while we do it?”
You nodded, starstruck. Now you could see how you fell in love with him. He was just so...charming. You took his warm hand and got to your feet. Hope was reborn inside you.
***
To say Dick felt great would have been an understatement. He was practically skipping through patrol. Many of the criminals he found were quite surprised by the happy Nightwing who wouldn’t stop smiling as he knock their lights out.
He finished up patrol early and picked up a few things. Dick couldn’t believe he was so stupid. You needed to make new memories instead of him trying to force the old on you. Yes, it hurt him to know you didn’t remember the first time you met, the time he proposed, the wedding, you telling him you were pregnant... Dick swallowed hard, pushing his own feelings aside. He had to focus on you.
Dick took the tunnel home and quickly changed out of his suit. He showered quickly before the food he picked up could melt. Jogging up the stairs, Dick felt like he could do anything.
The kitchen light was on. Dick frowned slightly, wondering if you were up. He knew he turned that off.
As he stepped inside, he froze when he saw a tall, masculine figure leaning inside the fridge. Dick carefully set the bag down on the floor and crept up behind the figure. He grabbed the figure by the back of their leather jacket and pulled them back out of the fridge. The figure grunted, elbowing Dick in the stomach.
Dick groaned before using his strength and position to push the figure into a hold over the kitchen counter. “What the hell?” the figure said. “You greet all your visitors like this, Dickhead?”
“Jason?” Dick blinked, feeling stupid for not recognizing the brown leather jacket that Jason always wore. He let his brother go. Jason groaned, stretching his arms. “What are you doing here?”
“I got back from four months in space yesterday, so I decided to stop by and get something to eat while on my way back to Gotham,” Jason said, glaring at Dick. “(Y/N) said I was always welcome. She even gave me a key.”
Dick sighed. He rolled his shoulders to try to relax. “Right.” He took the groceries out of the bag and slipped around Jason to put them away in the fridge. Jason licked his lips at the sight. “It’s not for you. Don’t touch them.”
“Why not?” Jason snorted, opening a cabinet to take out a bag of chips.
“Jay, did you get any news while you were away?” Dick closed the freezer and leaned against it with his arms crossed. “I’m assuming no, because you wouldn’t have sneaked in here if you did.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “I know you spawned. Tim sent me the announcement card.” He shrugged his shoulder, shoving a chip into his mouth. “Congrats, I guess,” he mumbled with his mouth full.
Dick held back a wince. That felt so long ago. You were so excited to send out those announcements. “Something happened with (Y/N).” He swallowed hard when Jason suddenly froze, staring at Dick with wide eyes. “She’s fine, physically at least. The baby is too.” Dick held up his hands. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
Jason finished chewing and swallowed before he spoke. “So what happened?” His eyes darkened. Dick almost smiled. He always found it funny how protective Jason became of you once you joined the family. Then again, everyone in the family felt the same way.
“(Y/N) took a fall during patrol a few weeks ago.” The memory flashed before his eyes. He had to blink it away. “She was in a coma for about a week. When she finally woke up, she didn’t remember me.” He bit his lip, hating the horror dawning on Jason’s face. “She doesn’t remember anything from the last three years. The last thing she remembered was the day before Wally’s engagement party.”
“Shit.” The color drained out of Jason’s face. “I’m sorry. Geez, I could have scared her to death if she found me, huh?” He ran a hand through his hair at the same time Dick did. Dick noticed, but Jason didn’t.
“It’s okay, you didn’t get the message.” Dick rested a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “If you want to crash on the couch, I can introduce you. She’s met the others again already.”
“Why can’t I take the guest room?” Jason met Dick’s eye, having a ‘duh’ moment. “Oh, right. I suppose if she doesn’t remember you at all, you won’t just jump into bed together.”
Dick hummed, tensing when he heard a creak from the stairs. “So the couch is what I can offer you. We’re going to make up the other bedroom, but we haven’t got to that. I was going to set it up before...”
Jason snorted, tilting his head. He heard you too.
Dick sighed before turning to meet you as you entered the kitchen. You took his breath away even with bedhead and those pajamas that were getting too small for your growing belly. “What’s going on?” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. You saw Jason and jumped at the stranger in your kitchen.
“Sweetheart.” Dick soothed, reaching out to take your hand. You relaxed slightly. “This is Jason, my brother.”
“Oh.” You laughed slightly. “Hi. Dick told me you’re the one who causes the most trouble.” You waved at him shyly. Dick could see the grief in Jason’s eyes once he realized you didn’t recognize him, but only knew of him.
Jason quickly hid his feelings. “Nah, Dickhead is the troublemaker. Isn’t that why you’re knocked up?” He smirked when you seemed slightly taken back by the comment.
You blushed, taking a step behind Dick to hide your pajamas. A somewhat awkward silence filled the room. Dick cleared his throat, squeezing your hand soothingly. “Can Jay stay the night on the couch?” he asked you.
“Sure.” You bit your lip. “That would be fine. Sorry that the guest bedroom is already taken.”
Jason shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ve been sleeping on a rock floor for the past week, so this will be luxury.” He shoved more chips in his mouth.
“I’m going back to bed.” You slipped away. Dick turned, but you were gone as quickly as you came.
“Wow, so you weren’t kidding. She doesn’t know us at all. Otherwise, she would have yelled at me for eating chips and insist I eat some leftovers or something.” Jason sighed, rolling up the chip bag and wiping his fingers on his jeans.
Dick held his breath, listening to your footsteps as you moved around upstairs. “I have a plan though.”
Jason snorted, shaking his head. He grabbed a can of soda out of the fridge. “What? You’re going to hit her on the head again and see if it all comes back?”
“No!” Dick punched Jason’s arm. Jason winced, rubbing his arm. “I thought I could trigger her memories with the house and photos, but it’s not working.” Dick bit his lip. “So I decided to make new memories with her. Tomorrow, I’m going to make her breakfast.”
Jason raised an eyebrow. “Right. Well, don’t mind me.” He waved a hand and brushed past Dick to go to the living room. Dick snorted, holding back a yawn of his own. He turned off the lights and headed upstairs to the lonely guest bedroom.
***
You stood in front of the full length mirror in the huge bathroom, studying yourself. Three years didn’t change much overall. Sure, your hair was different. Maybe your face thinned out a little, losing the bit of it’s childishness.
You turned to the side. The baby bump was new. You remembered Dick said you were almost at the end of your fourth month. Running your hands over it, you smiled. Children had always been something you considered. Tears filled your eyes as you thought about finally having your own family.
Of course, you didn’t remember anything about your husband or the act of getting pregnant itself. You took a deep breath. “New memories,” you said to yourself. Dick was supportive of it and honestly you felt it was the only way to move forward.
The house was quiet for five in the morning. You had been awake since you heard Dick and Jason downstairs. Moping and sleeping for the past week left you full of an energy you weren’t sure what to do with.
After leaving Dick and Jason, you explore every single drawer and storage container in your bedroom. It was like shopping, discovering you still had amazing taste in clothes. Dick had nice clothes too. You blushed at the thought.
You rocked on your feet. Boredom was your problem now.
With a sigh, you left the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed. You reached for your phone and started to look through your pictures again. There were a lot of selfies of you and Dick, a picture of an ultrasound, shots of Dick’s family doing silly things, and lots of kids and people you didn’t know. You guessed that they were people from your gymnastics school.
But there was one person missing from your recent pictures. Wally.
Tears burned in your eyes. “New memories, but without my family.” A shaky breath slipped out of you as you opened your contacts and hovered your thumb over Wally’s name.
You remembered how Wally wouldn’t look you in the eye once he found out you were pregnant. How fast he ran out of the batcave, leaving you alone with people you didn’t know.
Your Wally wouldn’t do that. Never.
You hesitated, hovering your thumb over the call button. He probably wouldn’t be awake if he answered at all. You bit your lip.
Melancholy ate at your heart. You wanted to just see someone you knew. Uncle Barry, Aunt Iris, Wally. Even your mother or father would be great right now.
Your stomach growled. A blush came to your cheeks. You sat up and looked at the double doors to the rest of the house. “It’s your house, you can go eat, you can do what you want,” you told yourself softly. Blueberry muffins with strawberry smoothies sounded good. Very good.
You stood up and went to the door. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and stepped into the hallway to shuffle your way to the kitchen.
***
Dick woke to the smell of freshly made muffins and coffee. He opened his eyes and jerked up to his feet. “Crap.” He checked the clock only to find it to be seven in the morning. Blinking, he rubbed a hand over his face. Did he make the muffins already? Why would he be in bed though?
He grabbed a shirt from the foot of his bed and headed downstairs. Your laughter drifted from the kitchen along with Jason’s low chuckle.
You and Jason were at the kitchen table with muffins and smoothies in front of you. Jason had a grin on his face. Dick’s heart stuttered when he saw a matching one on your lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw you smile. A real smile.
“Hey, I was going to make you breakfast,” Dick said. He straightened his shoulders when your smile didn’t fall as you turned to look at him. “I picked up the fruit last night.”
“Sorry, I was hungry and up early. I saw the fruit and went with it.” You stood up. Dick’s eyes dropped to your bump. Still there. Slightly. He wished he could rest his hand on it, but he stopped himself. You might not be comfortable with that yet.
Jason glanced between Dick and you. He took a big bite of a muffin. You turned away. Dick raised an eyebrow at him. Jason just smiled while chewing.
“Close your mouth,” you said, patting Jason’s shoulder. Jason obeyed. Dick’s heart fluttered as he thought for a moment how it was like the old you. You took out another plate and glass. Dick took a seat across from Jason.
“I was telling (Y/N) about my adventures in space,” Jason said once you sat back down and served Dick a muffin and a smoothie.
You smiled, resting your chin in your hand. “I think you were on the part where you got drunk on alien beer and found yourself in bed with a three foot tentacle monster and a six breasted woman.”
Dick choked on his smoothie. He coughed. You reached over to pat his back. Jason just laughed, leaning back in his seat.
“You what?!” Dick said after he recovered. Your hand stayed on his back. Dick met your eye as Jason told the story. His heart fluttered with hope, your touch warm and so familiar. He hoped this new memories idea worked. His heart couldn’t take it otherwise.
#dick grayson#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson imagine#nightwing#nightwing x reader#nightwing imagine#dc comics imagines#dc reader insert#batfamily imagine#batfamily#batman#batman imagines#pregancy#warning pregancy#wally west#wally west imagine#flash#flash imagine#kid flash#kid flash imagine
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Bitter Sweet Symphony
Summary: When reader finds out she's pregnant, she quickly realises the only person who's truly there for her isn't the father of her baby, but in fact her partner; Sonny Carisi.
Slow-burn, angst, friends to lovers.
Chapter 1:
Unforseen Circumstances.
“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,”
The bar was quiet but those words spoken by the man in front of you was the loudest thing you’ve ever heard. You watched as he scoffed slightly, gave a small smile and looked into the brown liquid in front of him, “I mean it, I thought I’ve loved people before but you,” He finally looked up and met your eyes, “I love you. With every part of my heart,”
A smile broke out on your face, “Awh Rafael, I never knew you to be such a sap,” You joked, bumping your knee into the ADA’s own, “But I love you too,”
“Come on, pick up, please pick up,” You whispered as you sat on the white tiled floor. Your back against the cubicle door, facing the porcelain toilet in front of you. The phone once again diverted to message bank and you could have screamed. You felt the frustration build up in your chest as you felt the lump in your throat grow. Your call list showed the same phone number repeated every minute for what seemed like a lifetime, but your clock showed it was only twenty.
The small device laying on the ground beside you made the lump grow thicker, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. You were so tired, your heart was about to jump out of your chest.
Pregnant.
5+
You needed air, you needed to get out of the small cubicle and to think. You needed someone, you needed anyone.
You needed him.
“You in here?” You heard the familiar Staten Island voice call out. You had left your partner waiting by your desk with a rushed apology and an accidental shoulder bump.
As the door creaked open, Sonny Carisi's eyes scanned the dimly lit restroom, searching for any sign of his missing colleague. His concern spiked as he spotted your figure huddled on the floor, phone abandoned beside you.
"Hey, what's wrong? What’s happened?" Sonny's voice was soft, laced with worry as he approached you cautiously. His heart sank at the sight of your distressed face, the anxiety evident in every line. For as long as he had known you, you had always had a strong façade. Whether it be in the face on a perp or a victim, you never showed your game face. He used to joke about being the poker champion due to him never being able to accurately guess how you were feeling but now as you looked up at him, eyes red-rimmed and swollen, and in that moment, he knew something was dangerously wrong. Without hesitation, Sonny dropped to his knees beside you, his hand reaching out to gently grasp yours.
"I've been trying to reach him," You choked out, your voice thick with emotion. "But he's not answering. I don't know what to do, Sonny,” Your throat tightened again, the panic bubbling in your chest, “I can’t do this without him, I don’t know what to do.”
Sonny could see the tears well up in your eyes as you placed your face in your hands, trying to hold back the inevitable tears that were about to start flowing down your face.
“Wha-what do you mean? What’s wrong?” He asked, his hand moving to your back, starting to rub small circles on it.
His eyes drifted down to where the pregnancy test sat, his eyes widening slightly at the words written on it.
“I’m pregnant and I don’t know what to do,” You sobbed out.
Sonny's heart clenched at the desperation in your tone. He knew who you were referring to, knew the significance of those unanswered calls. Rafael Barba, the man you loved, the father of your unborn child.
"Hey, hey," Sonny murmured soothingly, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. "We'll figure this out, okay? We can sort this out. We can sort everything out, But right now, let's get you off this floor and somewhere a bit more comfortable."
With Sonny's help, you rose unsteadily to your feet, leaning heavily against him for support. As you exited the restroom, Sonny kept a reassuring arm around your shoulders, guiding you back to your desk where your belongings lay forgotten.
"I'll drive you home," Sonny offered quietly, his gaze filled with unwavering support. "Or wherever you need to go. I’ll let Liv know you’re not feeling too well and I’m taking you home."
You nodded gratefully, feeling a rush of gratitude for your friend's unwavering presence in this moment of crisis. As you gathered your things, you couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of fear and uncertainty that had settled over you like a suffocating blanket.
What if Rafael never answered your calls? What if he had left you alone to face this terrifying reality? It had been weeks since baby Drew and the trial, weeks since he had last seen you with a night of passion and a simple goodbye in the form of a kiss on the forehead, it had been weeks since you had even heard his voice.
Was he avoiding you? Had you done something wrong? A part of you wondered if you should have reached out to his mother in case something had happened to him but another part of you screamed about how intrusive that was. You had only met the woman once in the short time you had been together.
The drive back to your apartment was a blur of city lights and distant sirens, the silence between you and Sonny heavy with unspoken words. You found solace in his silent companionship, his presence a source of comfort considering how your life had blown up with just one night. Your stomach was still in knots, still wondering what your plan was going to be.
Were you going to keep it?
Could you even be a mother? Could you handle pregnancy and all the pain you go through?
Doubt seeped into your mind as you tried to think of yourself as a mother, could you put aside everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve for the sake of a tiny human?
When you finally arrived home, Sonny helped you inside, his steady hand on your lower back was a lifeline in the darkness. As you sank onto the couch, exhaustion washing over you like a tidal wave, Sonny hovered nearby, "I'll stay with you if you’d like," Sonny promised softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "For as long as you need me. They don’t need me back at work just yet,”
“What do I do Sonny?” You whispered as he came to sit next to you.
Sonny settled beside you, his presence a comforting weight in your life. He glanced at you with a mixture of concern and determination in his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered your question.
"We'll figure it out together," he said quietly, his voice steady despite the uncertainty clouding your thoughts. "First things first, you need to take care of yourself. I can make you some tea or grab you something to eat if you want. Then, we can talk about what you want to do next."
You nodded, grateful for his offer of support. As Sonny busied himself in the kitchen, you couldn't help but replay the events of the evening in your mind. Rafael's absence weighed heavily on your heart, leaving you with a gnawing sense of emptiness. You checked your phone once again, shoulders slumping slightly when the notifications remained the same as earlier. Your finger hovered over the call button, wondering if maybe he was just busy those few times but you knew, deep in your heart, that that wasn’t it at all.
He was avoiding you all together.
Sonny returned with a steaming mug of tea, placing it gently in your hands before taking a seat beside you once more. His expression softened with empathy when he saw you throwing your phone lazily on the table in front of you, he reached out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, reminding you that even if Rafael wasn’t there, you at least had someone by your side.
"I just don't understand why he's not answering," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "We were supposed to be in this together, he told me that he would always be there no matter what but now...I don't even know if he knows. I sent him a text with what’s going on but he hasn’t even seen it."
"I wish I had all the answers for you," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "But what I do know is that you're not alone in this. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you every step of the way. Doctors appointments, if you decide what you’re going to do, whether that be recovery or needing snacks at 3am you just ring me and I’ll be there. Always. "
Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, overwhelmed by the depth of his unwavering support. In that moment, you realized just how lucky you were to have someone like Sonny by your side, someone who would stand by you through the hardest moments of your life.
At what first started as partners, with you mocking his moustache on his first day and him giving it back just as hard, to you now being each other’s confidants; you’d almost go so far as to say you were best friends.
Almost.
"Thank you, Sonny," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
He offered you a small, understanding smile, his eyes filled with compassion. "You don't have to do this alone," he said firmly. "We'll do this together, I promise."
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Who got space for one or two parient during the holiday we need full intake exam check evrything off before being treated for supposed trauma for the vacation neck brace frequent code and diagnostic exam and procedure to do on us most probably high level of care if not full life support in icu and how know maybe we will find out that we are pregnant whit the blood test or more pregnant then we though like almost to term maybe only sky is me and sab limit for the 27 to the 2. We are curently 23 and 22 both female. If any medical team have question orwish us to fill paper work a head contact us in dm
#trauma center#icu#resuscitation#resus#cpr resus#cpr and aed#hospital#pregancy#birth kink#defib#defibrillator#ekg#ct scan#x ray#gyno exam#gynecologist#gynaecology#obstetrics and gynecology#ob/gyn#et tube#ventilator
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- It Takes Two
Summary: You’re, put simply a catch. However when you find out another woman has his baby you lose it.
Pairing: prison!spencer x sweetheart!reader
Category: Angst (Happy End eventually)
Y/N
All good things come to an end. I knew it would be my turn soon.
“And you swear it’s his..?” I asked, tears welling up in my eyes. “Yeah…I’m sorry you had to find out like this…” the short brown haired woman frowned, caressing my hand softly as she looked at me.
“But how?” My voice cracked. “Well it was before he got arrested, in Mexico, I’d known him for quite a while before that.” Cat said with a frown. “I understand… thank you.” I began to sob into my hands.
“Seriously, you seem like a lovely girl, how long have you been dating?” She raised a brow. I wiped my tears and almost shrugged. “About 7 months… if I’d known he had a girlfriend who was pregnant nonetheless I wouldn’t have ever…”
“It’s finee, I know how it is, I just want him to be around for his kid even if it means co parenting.” Cat said. I looked up a bit confused. “You’re staying with him?” I questioned. “Well yeah but only for the baby, you wouldn’t want them to grow up without their daddy right?” She frowned and placed two hands on her belly. “Of course not! I’m sorry” I panicked.
“You’re all good, im really sorry this happened to you though” Cat shook her head. “I’m sorry too, i have to go to work but I’ll be grabbing the last of my things soon. I havent seen him in a while so I’ll probably not see you either, I wish you a healthy pregnancy” I bowed politely and left.
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The feeling of vomit in my throat burned. I hurled over the toilet wondering what was wrong with me. Then the idea hit me. It couldn’t be. Positive. I was shocked. I curled up into a ball crying for hours until I decided to confront him.
I’d have to go to his work, with a positive test in hand and a heavy heart I walked to my car and drove off to the BAU. The entire ride was silent as I thought about what to say before ultimately deciding that I’d let it unfold when I got there.
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“Hello, I need to speak with Doctor Spencer Reid.” I said to a group of his co workers. “Uhm who are you?” The blonde said almost defensively. “His…well his now ex girlfriend but I really need to speak with him.” I tried to look past them. “Hold on girlfriend? When did you guys start dating?” An older man asked.
“About 7 months ago…why?” I raised a brow. “He never told us he had a girlfriend…” The one I knew as Penelope stated. “Fucking fantastic, I’m glad he’s good at lying to you guys too.” I said defeated, almost crying. “What do you mean?” An older woman asked, young I suppose but a few greys sticking out.
“I’ll tell you what I mean first he doesn’t tell you guys about me or anyone for that matter and now not only am I pregnant but another bitch out there has his baby too!” I sobbed, leaning against the blonde who immediately comforted me.
“What do you mean? Who else is pregnant?!” The older woman asked. “Cat…that’s what she said her name was, she’s in prison but everything matches up and…” I sniffled. “Me and Spencer took a break almost 3 months ago and now…I’m pregnant and..” I sobbed harder into the blonde’s chest.
“Ma’am I need you to listen to me, Cat is a convicted hit woman who’s after Spencer, this could be the connection we need to get him out so I need you to tell me everything.” The blonde said.
“What do you mean get him out?! Where is he?!” I panicked. “He’s in prison because he was framed.” The older man said. “Oh my…I’m so stupid I should’ve checked on him and…oh my god I’m gonna be sick!” I clutched my stomach and vomited a bit in my mouth.
“It’s okay, breathe, thanks to you we can get him out and you’ll work things out, I’m Jennifer alright?” Jennifer hummed as she got on her knees in front of me as I sat down. “But what about Cat…” I asked.
“No matter what happens I need you to know…that it wasn’t his choice.” Her voice cracked as I hurled on the floor. “They…did she..?” I whispered. Jennifer nodded. “No matter how it happened Spencer wasn’t..conscious or mentally aware of it.”
“And I was judging him and wanting to…oh god am I a bad person…I’m a bad mother too! I can never-“ I cried harder as Jennifer interrupted. “No, listen, you’re an amazing person and you’ll be a great mom, she’s good at getting into people’s heads. Just hang in there.” She assured me.
“I can try..”
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“Hey, Y/N…look” Emily whispered to me with a large smile as Spencer walked out of the elevator. “Spence!” I gasped as I ran over to hug him. He hugged me tightly as if trying to make sure I was real. “It’s okay…why didn’t you have someone tell me…” I cried into his shoulder. “I’m sorry I didn’t want you know until my name was cleared… it’s selfish I know and-“ I cut him off. “Never mind it’s irrelevant.���
“Can we show him?!” Penelope squealed. I nodded as she brought out a glittery sign we made together to pass the time. “Open the little door” I smiled, hands over my mouth as I waited. “What’s this…” He asked skeptically as he opened it and began to slowly smile.
“You’re serious?” He asked. I nodded. “Like really positive?” I felt the light return to his eyes for a second as I nodded again. “This is-“ He hugged me tight and spun my around. “Thank You so much Y/N”
“Hey it’s not just me it takes two you know?”
#spencer reid#x reader#criminal minds#spencer reid x reader#fanfic#angst with a happy ending#angst#sadnees#cute#pregancy
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Donation request from the amazing and talented @/Vash_ilusion on Twitter!!
Fizzarolli getting very creative for this pregnancy reveal! 🫶
#helluva boss fizzarolli#helluva boss#fizzarolli#asmodeus#ozzie#fizzarozzie#fizzmodeus#pregancy#mpreg#pregnant#reveal#comic#vash_ilusion
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eu quero tanto isso…
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I desperately need people to understand that Orthodox Jews having a lot of kids is very different from Fundamentalist Christians having kids. Fundamentalist Christians have a lot of kids because they want to raise a Christian army. Orthodox Jews have a lot of kids because of a thousands-of-years-old extinction anxiety rooted in history.
Jews make up less than 1% of the global population, and continuous genocides and ethnic cleansings have threatened our existence. The global Jewish population still hasn't recovered from the Holocaust, and we still haven't recovered from so many genocides. There's a reason we still talk about the Ten Lost Tribes- the trauma of so many of our people being stolen from us.
I've seen people mock people who genuinely *do* want a lot of kids, as if every one of them is lost and brainwashed. There are modern, progressive people who really *do* want to have lots of kids, even if it means being pregnant multiple times, because the Jewish population is *tiny*, and our existence is always threatened.
There's a common saying that sprung up after the Holocaust - "Six kids for the six million".
Don't talk about every person wanting lots of kids being "brainwashed" until you understand the deep desperation Jewish parents face to not disappear off the face of the earth. Until you understand the trauma of losing so so many of your people, and desperately not wanting your people and culture to be lost forever.
#judaism#bodily autonomy#pregancy#fundementalists#fundamentalist christianity#christianity tw#antisemitism#genocide#extinction anxiety#pregnancy
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Arthur Morgan Modern Headcannons- Pregnancy
@cantchoosejust1 This is for you! >:)
Just some modern Arthur and how anything related to pregnancy would work, so Female reader!
Warnings!: NSFW 18+ themes, probs gonna have a little bit of smut considering ya know, pregnancy.
Lets GO
Okay straight from the get go, let’s get something straight.
Before you and Arthur are married you obviously had sex
and while you both did your best to be as safe as possible, getting tested, wearing condoms, birth control, the works
there were still some mishaps.
You forgot to take birth control
he got a little excited and so did you so you didn’t really stop to put on protection
So
There were a couple of times where you two thought you were going to prematurely be parents.
and considering this is before you’re married the two of you get a little nervous.
Not like
“Oh god we’re having a child out of wedlock” kind of nervous
but like
oh god
this wasn’t the plan
kind of nervous.
But
in all reality those few scares were nothing more than scares.
Though every time you’d have a scare Arthur was nothing but supportive. Worried he wouldn’t be a good dad, or that he’d mess something up, or hell afraid that you’d have the kid and leave.
He wasn’t completely ready to be a dad, not after everything that happened with his ex and Issac, who sadly passed
But he knew if it was gonna be with you he was gonna be okay.
Now
After you get married
and you don’t have a kid cause the scares were just scares...
The two of you will have to sit down and really talk about it.
How many kids do you want? When should you start trying?
Do you want kids at all?
When the two of you decide you do want kids
its off from there
you just decide that no matter what the two of you will never be particularly ready for kids, no one is, so it’s best to just let nature take its course, not to try and force it
so the only change in the two of your lives is stopping your pills and you don’t have to spend cash on condoms anymore.
You and Arthur are both really surprised that you haven’t gotten pregnant before.
I mean
the man has
a breeding kink
i mean
god
One night, you and him go out drinking together, and you go to a small bar in town, hardly any people there, but you went with John and Abigail on their date night
and my god
Arthur wasn’t dressed fancy by any means
but
jesus
did he look good.
Still smeared with grease from working on cars all day, a tank top on showing off all the tattoos on his arms, and tight fitting jeans that framed those massive thighs of his just right
You literally apologized to John and Abigail and made him take you home.
He was confused at first but when the two of you get in the truck and he starts to worriedly ask you how you’re doing you simply tell him “drive”
He does and when you hit the road you put your hair in a ponytail and get him worked up.
You were lucky you were on the back roads, that man was swerving all over the road, trying to use one hand to guide your head and the other to drive.
By the time you get home he’s got a stain on his pants and a second hard on
He takes the lead from there
and let me tell you
after you literally pried him away from a bar to show to him just how turned on you got from him?
He’s completely overcome
He nearly kicked the door in when you got him, and he carried you to the bedroom, his hands gripping your thighs without remorse.
And when he has you on the bed
jesus
he’s fantastic
He gets you worked up easy, I mean, you were already, but he makes sure you’re good and ready and then things get hot and heavy.
He’ll fuck you until you’re screaming, begging.
Your legs quivering and tears coming from your eyes
and the whole damn time he’s got that fucking smirk of his on his face, and that deep voice praising you, telling you what a good girl you are.
Not only that but when he’s close to finishing, and you’re close to finishing what has to be like your fifth climax, if you wrap your legs around him so he can’t pull out and tell him to fill you up he’ll bust right there.
The thought of you taking all of him, and he means all of him, turns him on to no end.
To know that a part of him is in you
goddamn
and hell
when he’s finished if he pulls out and his seed doesn’t exactly want to stay where it’s meant to be, he’ll gently push it back into you, muttering “Atta girl” as you whimper from the feeling.
After a night like that?
You had to be pregnant
I mean
come on
You even did that whole put your legs up to help it move down thing
which
you were exhausted so Arthur actually did it, holding your ankles with one hand and trying to slip boxers on with the other.
It was very entertaining for your lustfilled mind.
So
Within the next few weeks
About a month and a half later
you start to get really sick
that good old morning sickness
and the tests had been coming up negative so you’d thought that it hadn’t worked
but
out of curiosity
you took another one at work, one that you’d bought on your lunch break, and when you check it and it comes back positive you nearly scream at the top of your lungs with joy.
You’re bursting to tell Arthur when you get home and the whole drive back to the house after work you’re singing with the windows down.
You head straight to his shop, you don’t even think about going home, and you smile happily to see that both Charles and John are also in the shop
He’ll greet you with a smile and a kiss and ask you what has you so chipper.
“Arthur I’ve got news!”
“What’s that Darlin’? You finally get that promotion?”
“Better!”
“Uh...A bonus?”
“Nope!”
“Aw shit, I ain’t ever gonna get....Holy shit you’re pregnant ain’t you?”
“You’re gonna be a dad Arthur.”
“Holy Shit! I’m gonna be a dad!”
He nearly bursts with joy himself and he grabs Charles and John by the shoulders, laughing with that hearty laugh of his, and then you.
He kisses you so deeply its as if he’s never kissed you before.
He’s never been so excited to call Hosea in his life, he’s practically pacing as he wipes his greasy hands on a towel and grabs his phone
He’s got Hosea on speed dial and as soon as he picks up the phone he tells him to find Dutch too
Then
He simply
shouts
“Y/N’S Pregnant!”
Then from the speaker phone
Dutch
“That’s my boy!”
“DUTCH!”
“I”VE BEEN WAITING FOR A GRANDSON FOR YEARS”
“WHAT ABOUT JACK?”
“JACK DOESN’T LIKE ME!”
“THEN DON’T BE A DICK”
The two of them argue for a while but in the end congratulate you.
From that moment on, throughout the entirety of your pregnancy Arthur is INCREDIBLY protective over you
I mean
even in the early stages
You aren’t allowed to lift heavy things
like
you’re two months in
not allowed to lift anything over ten pounds
Arthur’s rules
If you wanna go out he wants to go to.
If you don’t let him, he’ll understand, but he’s gonna call you at least once every hour to make sure nothing happens to you or the baby
He drives you everywhere if he’s able.
That way if a crash happens he can blame himself for anything that happens to you or the baby rather than you blaming yourself for something happening to the baby
He reads up on anything thats baby related
prenatal
postnatal
hospital procedures
the best baby things to buy
the best cribs
bibs
highchairs
pack n’ plays
toys
binkies
bottles
anything he can get his oily mechanic hands on
he spends like
95 percent of his time on his phone now doing research and keeping notes
when you’re overcome with morning sickness he’s right there holding your hair and offering you saltines
when your cravings come
no matter how late or how early
hes there
“Arthur”
“Hmh?”
“I want thin mints”
“Ain’t even girl scout season.”
“Arthurrrrrr I want cookiesss.”
*Deep sigh followed by the sound of a very large man leaving his very comfortable bed to get his very hot wife some very good cookies from the nearest open store.*
“Arthur! Can we stop at a Rally’s?”
“There ain’t a Rally’s within like fifteen miles of us, that’s like me takin’ you all the way to Texas Roadhouse Darlin’.”
“oh...okay.”
“An hour ain’t that long of a drive.”
*Puts on your favorite country music because if you cry he will cry.*
He demands that the baby is gonna be a boy
you think it’s a girl
the joke is on the both of you when you go to your fifth or sixth month check up and
BAM fuckin
twins
apparently somewhere on Arthur’s biological side he’s got twins cause now you do
And it is offical
there’s a girl and a boy
HE PANICS
He was ready for one but now two?
GOD
you on the other hand
you just think
“Im already huge im just gonna get bigger”
Arthur nearly slaps you but instead gives you an angry glare
he goes straight back to research, considering he now has an entirely different set of information to understand
all the twin things
now hes gotta buy double of things
His whole family is chipping in too
not just the two of you, everyone is absolutely PREPARED
for these babies
and obviously
Karen and the other girls throw a shower for you
which you cry at
because
i mean
hormones
ya know
and you end up telling them all how much you love them
and appreciate them and
and
*Crying*
Literally have so much stuff theres no room in that tiny little ranch house, and it already needed upgraded anyway
so
Arthur inlists the help of his brothers, and his fathers
Bill, Javier, John, Charles, Lenny, Sean, Hell Dutch even actually lifts a finger and you get to sit back and watch as they build a huge add on to your house
That was a day and a half
it was hot, so you were suffering with a massive stomach
but
Arthur was practically stripping for you so that was fantastic
however
not fantastic for him
because after everyone left you practically jumped his bones
I mean
you couldn’t do a lot
but he got the vibes
he was nervous
i mean
theres babies in there
but like
he’s never seen you so fuckin riled up and the fact that you were pregnant and STILL wanted him??
He couldn’t resist
I mean
You were too big to do the normal stuff but
You found your ways to be sensual with each other
He found a way
The two of you on your side for slow evenings, behind you with gentle thrusts, very slow, and not exactly hot so much as intimate
but
HOT
He just fucks you from behind.
I mean
you can still bend, just don’t lay on your stomach lmao
Doggie style for the win
He’ll run his fingers over your pregnant belly and tell you just how beautiful you look to him with his kids in there
To him
never been a more beautiful thing in his life
Its on one of these very intimate nights, when you’re heavily pregnant, I mean
like
nine months
that your water breaks
you’d both passed out, but you woke up with just that
feeling
and you shook him awake
to which he responded with
“Darlin’ please, I gotta refill I can’t go again just yet-” With a very groggy sleepy wave your way
only for you to slap his hand gently
“It’s time you dork, I’m having these babies whether you like it or not.”
HE
IS
AWAKE
literally it takes all of five seconds and he’s slipped off the bed, onto the floor with a thud and then he’s up onto his knees looking at you with his hair all disheveled and eyes wide.
“It’s really time?”
“It’s time.”
He literally wanted to carry you to the car
but you wouldn’t let him throw his back out just because he wanted to do everything
so you waddle to the car and he’s rushing around, grabbing prepacked bags, making sure he doesn’t miss a single one
He grabs reading material
your favorite blanket
the keys to the new minivan you made him get.
and he throws everything in and rushes you to the nearest hospital
he’s cursing the whole time he drives, trying to figure out how to use the newer technology in the van
it has bluetooth for your phone
and he can’t for the life of him figure out how to use it to call
So he finally says fuck it and asks you politely to call everyone
which
you just call dutch
because he’s a gossip
and he answers angry at first but then is like
oh shit
its
3 am
she’s doin the shit
and then he’s like “We’ll be there!”
and from there he hangs up and he’ll go about getting literally the entire van der linde group rounded up
you get to the hospital easily
Arthur pretty much attempts to get you the best room available
and does everything in his power
hes a little mean to nurses but then immediately apologizes because hes just so nervous that he’s gonna fuck up but all the nurses are incredibly kind and explain that they understand
and that he’s not the worst they’ve seen and thank him for at least taking the time to apologize for his momentary rudness.
Eventally everyone is in the waiting room and Arthur has to run back and forth to give updates
he is running on pure spite, anxiety, fear, and all of the expresso he can get his hands on
Contractions
jesus
he feels so bad
he holds your hand
and he doesn’t give a shit how hard you squeeze he wants you to be okay
he’d take away all your pain if he could
Every scream literally almost makes him cry
he tells you that you’re doing so good, and that you’re gonna be the absolute best mother anyone could ask for
and that he’s gonna be by your side for every up and down
So when you get one baby out he’s relieved
but then remembers that you have another to push out
and that theres still a placenta that you have to push out
and so
He literally doesn’t leave your side
kissing your forehead, squeezing your hand, doing whatever you need him to do
and then
you finally get everything done
you’re exhausted
you’re tired
but
you have two beautiful children
it took you thirteen hours
but they’re there and it was worth it
the boy
you name Issac, with Arthur’s permission
He literally cries in thank you for that.
The girl you name after your mother, which he was happy to agree to
you think the two look like him
but he swears that they look like you
You can see his nose in them, and his lips
but he thinks that they have your lips
they definitely have his eyes, both of them strikingly blue
they were both born with full heads of hair too, just the same color as Arthur’s
When everyone else meets them
it’s just a room full of crying adults
they all praise you for doing such a good job at giving birth and they cry at how beautiful your children are
and eventually Arthur shoos them out
and the two of you sit and hold the twins, smiles on your face, you finally had the start of your already huge family.
You couldn’t be happier
and Arthur?
That man has never smiled any wider than he did when he was taking a picture of you, his beautiful wife, and his two wonderful twins laying on your chest
Later you see him change his phone screen to that picture, it’s his lockscreen and his homescreen, and your profile picture in his contacts followed my (My love)
He’s sappy like that
:)
#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#Arthur Morgan headcannons#rdr2#rdr2 community#Rdr2 drabble#Rdr2 Headcannons#pregancy#pregnant reader#arthur morgan pregnancy headcannons
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hey girl! i was wondering if u could a one shot of roman reigns and it can be a smutty as u want i was think we met in high school and have been together since and we are expecting our twins my character name would be bella thanks so much!!!!
Double Trouble! Roman Reigns
Roman Reigns x Bella Brewer
Warning: Smut!!
Word Count: 293
A/N: This was sent in by @hisredheadedgoddess28
Bella is the character's name
@hisredheadedgoddess28 sorry in advance but my mind is fogging so there might not be that much smut. Don't slaughter me pls lol. I also gave the twins names so I hope you're not mad.
Bella and Roman had been together since high school, but it wasn't until recently that they decided to take the next step and start a family. When they got the news that Bella was expecting twins, the couple was elated with joy and couldn't wait to finally welcome little ones that would be part of their lives.
Throughout Bella's pregnancy, Roman was an absolutely selfless and supportive partner. He spent hours researching and reading books to ensure he was prepared for the changes ahead. He loved Bella unconditionally and was completely devoted to being the best father he could be.
But with the joy of anticipation also came changes, many of which were tough for both Bella and Roman. Roman had to learn to juggle his demanding job, supporting Bella and their new dream of having a family of their own. Bella often felt overwhelmed but soon learned how to find comfort in Roman's sweet gestures.
One night, the couple's aimless bedroom shenanigans turned into something a bit more naughty and Roman surprised Bella with his gentleness and assertiveness in the heat of the moment. As they explored each other, they found a deep level of connection and shared an incredibly intimate moment that stayed with them until the morning.
Many more nights like this passed until the due date arrived. After hours of labor, Bella and Roman welcomed their perfect little babies Rosalie and Belle into the world. In the days that followed, the couple was blissfully enthralled with their newborns and their bond only grew stronger from that moment onwards.
Roman was absolutely devoted to Bella and the twins and the four of them went on to live a life full of love, laughter, and tenderness for many years to come.
-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I apologize if the smut isn't the best my mind fogged and I couldn't think to write it so I did what I could. Smut gods, I'm sorry. Love you guys <3333333
#roman reigns fanfiction#roman reigns#roman reigns x reader#roman reigns smut#pregancy#pregnant with twins
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Im gonna start posting on here more!! I haven’t been able to post due to my pregnancy being kinda harsh on me hahaha
N e ways.. HAPPY TIANSHAN 1ST KISS ANNIVERSARY 🎉🎉🎉🎉
Shit, I can’t believe it’s been a whole year😭 it felt like yesterday the kiss chapter came out and the fandom was going INSANE.
And I’m so happy that their relationship is getting stronger and stronger but I’m also sad because in reality He Tian is about to leave like really really soon :(( and Jian Yi is gonna disappear as well… but let’s enjoy while we can for now🥹🥹.
#19 days#19days#19 days old xian#mo guan shan#hetian#he tian x mo guan shan#tianshan#old xian#he tian#jian yi x zhan zheng xi#jian yi#zhan zheng xi#oldxian#19 天#old先#tianshan kiss#tianshan kiss anniversary#TIANSHANKISSANNIVERSARY🎉🎉🎉#pregnant#pregancy#morning sickness
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Surprise at a Concert
The music was so loud that even the floor beneath her trembled. This was the way she liked it, that's why she fell in love with rock when she was barely a teenager. Now, many years later she was fulfilling her dream of being the drummer of a growing rock band called Midnight Angels, which was becoming more famous each day. Tonight was their most important gig to date, they were playing at a medium sized theatre, but for them, it was the biggest venue they had ever filled.
Everyone in the public was dancing, jumping and yelling their songs, it should have filled Karla with so much joy and excitement. And usually, it did, but that night she was feeling a little under the weather. Her stomach had been cramping most of the day, at first she had assumed her body was preparing for her next period, she had never been regular and it had been a few months since she had her last one, so it was about time it came. But after a few hours, and after the pains began getting more intense and painful she started to think it was something she ate. The night before she had sneaked out with Erick, the bandmate she had been secretly fucking for over a year, to have Thai for dinner, probably something had gone bad.
Before the concert started she approached Erick ––.Hey babe –– She whispered.
––Hey beautiful, you ready? –– He asked enthusiastically. He didn't seem sick, but she still asked him.
––I am –– She lied ––. Hey, I wanted to ask you, did dinner last night caused you any... discomfort?
He furrowed his brows ––Not really. Why? Are you sick?
––No, just with a bit of a tummy ache, but nothing serious–– She lied, again. That had been 3 hours ago.
Right now they were playing their most famous song, but Karla couldn't focus on anything but the pain forming in her insides. The moderate cramps had become so much more intense and excruciating. It felt like knifes all around her abdomen. It was a good thing that the band was obsessive with practicing, because she knew the set by muscle memory and was capable of playing it even through these awful cramps.
The pain kept on building stronger as different songs passed. A strange pressure was building up inside her, different than the previous pain. Worse. It was like one of her organs was trying to slip out of her through her vagina. FUCK. What if that was what was happening. Another cramp overcame her and she screamed, as she couldn't resist it anymore. Her scream wasn't perceived, since the music and the crowd were loud enough to conceal them. Once she realized no one could hear her, she kept on moaning and grunting through the pain. She wasn't sure if it helped, but she couldn't really stop her body from doing it.
At some point Erick turned to look at her with a concerned look, he raised his eyebrows at her, silently questioning her. She was sweating, and probably looked like a mess. She tried to smile at him, she knew what this concert meant for him, for all of them, she was not going to ruin it for them. Erick gave a slight nod and continued to sing.
Not soon enough, the last song of the set came, after this she would be able to go to the hospital. The pressure inside her was now so unbearable, she found herself pushing to relief it a little, she din't even realized it at first, it was like her body was taking control over her and was doing the necessary to lift the pain and pressure she was feeling. Suddenly, she felt something inside her shift and pass through her cervix. She closed her eyes and the worst scenario possible came to her mind. She was probably about to die. Never in her life had she felt that amount of pain. When the song ended and the applause began she felt something bulge against her cunt. She closed her legs tight, she wasn't gonna let something out of her in front of their biggest audience ever. A tear began forming in her eyes, but not even crying made her feel any better.
At the end of every concert each of the 4 members of the band stood up and gathered together in the front of the stage. Each usually said some words and then they would all leave the stage together. Karla stood from her seat behind the drums, and she felt the force of gravity push the thing inside her forward. She walked carefully, without opening her legs much and made her way to the front. She stood besides Erick. As always, they gave her the mic first, being the only female in the band had its perks.
––Thank you for an un...––A cramp made her stumble with her words. Nobody seemed to notice, only Erick's eyes focused on her with a weird expression ––...Unforgettable night. ––She couldn't say anything else, her usual long and heart-felt speeches forgotten. She gave the mic to Erick, waved a little and began walking off the stage. She couldn't stay there anymore, she had to get to her dressing room.
In the distance Erick could be heard saying ––Erm... yeah, thank you... Excuse me–– But Karla could barely hear it. As soon as she got to her dressing room she doubled over in pain. She let out a scream as she fell to the floor, her hand clutching her tight abdomen. The door of her dressing room burst open and Erick was standing there, pale as a ghost.
––Kar, what's going on? ––Erick yelled, his voice filled with worry. He kneeled besides her and she immediately found herself supporting her weight on him.
––Erick–– She said panting. She was pretty sure these were her last moments on this planet, she had to say it, she had been keeping it for months now, always trying to keep it cool, trying not to let her true feelings show, living them in secret–– I love you. I'm so in love with you and I don't want, I can't, keep it anymore UGHNNNNNNN–– She grabbed his shirt and fisted it.
––Honey, Kar, tell me what's wrong baby ––He said, grabbing her tighter.
––I think I'm dying –– She simply said and a tear rolled down her cheek.
Erick grabbed her face and looked for her eyes ––WHAT? No, of course you are not dying. I'm taking you to the hospital. You are not dying on me, you hear me? –– He stood up and helped her up too.
When she was on her feet, the bulge against her vagina grew, and suddenly a gush of water came out of her. ––AGHHHHHHH–– She screamed ––. SOMETHING IS COMING OUT OF ME–– Karla's hand reached for the place between her legs, and she could feel something making it's way out.
Erick took her to the sofa quickly and got rid of her wet pants and panties. She threw her head back in pain. A slight coat of sweat covered her whole body, and her legs were covered in bodily fluids. He parted her legs to investigate, and she felt his hands roaming over her swollen lips.
––Kar?––He said confused, but a slight smile was forming in his lips. He couldn't be happy about her imminent death, could he? ––You are not dying honey ––He rubbed her stomach as he said it.
––Erick, an organ is coming out of me, tell me how I'm supposed to survive tHATTTTHHGHH–– Another cramp, they were coming right on top of the other now.
––That is definitely not an organ –– He said, touching her pussy again –– That's a baby. You are having our baby.
––WHAT? –– It was her time to scream in confusion. A BABY? She was pregnant? How did that happen? Of course she knew HOW it happened, but she couldn't know how she didn't realize it happened. She had had alcohol during the last months, plenty. And she wasn't careful as a pregnant woman should be. Was her baby going to be okay?
––We are having a baby honey, I need you to push okay? The head is almost crowning, but I need you to push so we can get it out –– He said, immediately grasping the concept of his parenthood. Karla on the other hand was still very much confused, but nevertheless, she bore down with the next contraction that hit her, more on instinct that on understanding of the situation, but it seemed that her body did understand what it had to do.
She felt the thing, the baby, stretching her entrance without mercy. The widest part of the head was now parting her slit, every inch of her skin being pulled tighter than she could ever imagine.
––I can't do this! –– Karla yelled ––I'm not prepared. I CAAAAN'T! Erick, I can't
––Push Kar, come on. PUSH! It's almost out, almost out
A big push that strained all her energy paired with an ear piercing scream later and the head emerged. The lips of her vagina felt the smallest amount of relief as they closed on the neck. Karla threw her head back.
––Good job Kar, the head's out. The hard part is over.
––Hardly think its OVER–– She said as the next pain surged and the shoulders slammed against her bruised skin. Throughout the next contraction she pushed, moving their kid little by little.
––WAIT!–– Erick said suddenly –– I forgot to check for the cord, don't push –– His hand travelled to the base of the baby's neck and he found the cord there. His fingers started working quickly in disentangling it. But the following contraction came harder than the previous ones. Involuntarily, Karla pushed, causing the child to move forward. Erick's hand quickly stopped the motion of the baby ––. I said don't push Karla ––. He said strongly ––. The cord is around the neck, and until it is not you are going to have to hold it.
She simply nodded, knowing he was right. His hands returned to working the cord and he looked lovingly at her ––I'm sorry babe, I know it hurts, but you need to hold it if we want the baby to be okay, okay?
––I know–– She whispered with a fresh round of tears. She did wanted that baby to be okay, even if she knew nothing about it. Karla knew she had to protect it and she also knew she would do whatever it took to do it.
After what felt like an eternity, blessed words finally left Erick's lips ––You can push now honey.
And she did. Karla gave that push all her might, and in that contraction she managed to let both shoulders free ––. OH MY GAAAWD –– She screamed as the rest of her baby was expelled from her body. Fluid flooded the couch beneath her.
Erick caught their baby in his arms and in between tears he said ––We have a baby girl Kar. In her exhaustion she managed to smile. Erick passed her their baby and stood up. He sat beside her in the couch and with one of his hands caressed her cheek ––. I was to damn scared to answer, but I love you too Kar. You know that, right?
––I do –– She whispered and he closed the distance between them, kissing the hell out of her.
The door of the dressing room opened up again with two angry bandmates ––Why the hell did you both leave the scenario like th... –– Greg's mouth hung open as he took in the scene in front of him. Erick and Kar hugging and crying, Karla sweating, her legs open and her lady parts exposed and a baby crying in her chest ––What the fuck?
––We have lots of updates for you guys, but lets just say Kar won't be the only female member of the band anymore –– Erick said smiling at her.
Greg and Tony stayed in front of them, immobile with surprise. Karla giggled at their faces.
––Now now –– Erick stood up and walked towards them ––Enough looking at my girl's vag. Give me and my family some time alone, okay? ––He rushed them to the door.
––Family? –– Tony asked, opening his eyes even more if it was possible –– The baby is yours?!?
––As I said, lots of updates.
I hope you enjoyed this. Something I wrote for fun :) Hope y'all have a nice day
#author#giving birth#birth kink#surprise baby#surprise birth#pregancy#fpreg#pregnant kink#surprise pregnancy#labor kink#birth fic#birthing#birth
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