YOU can fix him.
I want him to fix himself. I want him to hit rock bottom so he's forced to see the devastation and hurt he's left in his wake. But, instead of turning away from it, I want him to face every horrible bit of it in spite of his shame and horror or how hard it is. I want him to realize what he's become and want to change. I want him to be a better man because it's the right thing to do.
I want him to try.
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Hi! Could you possibly be able to do a fluff fic of paradise and yargwin of when they found out paradise is pregnant? (Just saying I'm pretty new on tumbler)
Thank you
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Sure, let's give this a shot
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"Paradise? Paradise—I'm home!" Yargwynn called. I flinched at how loud the shout was when I was way too close to the door for him to need to be that loud.
"Hi," I greeted.
Yargwynn jumped a bit. "Oh. Sorry. Didn't realize you were right there," he said. I chuckled. He crossed over and wrapped his hands around my hips. I let him pull me close and press kisses all over my face before he finally made his way to my lips. I kissed him back. When he pulled back, his eyebrows were knitted together. "Are you alright, paradise?" he asked.
I nodded. "I'm fine. Why?"
"You're shaking. Just a little."
I looked away, taking a step back and breaking his grip on my hips. "Darling, there's something we should probably talk about," I said.
Yargwynn blinked. Fear tilted his eyebrows and wrinkled his forehead. "What is it?"
"You should probably sit down," I said.
Yargwynn sank into one of our kitchen chairs, resting an arm on the table. "What's going on?"
I took a deep breath. "You know how I haven't been feeling too well recently and we kept thinking it was that shellfish we tried cooking?"
"Yeah."
"You know how even weeks after the shellfish got thrown out, I still have lingering symptoms?"
"Yeah..."
"I figured it out this morning."
"Okay. What's wrong?"
I licked my lips, realizing how dry my mouth had suddenly gotten. "Yargwynn, darling, I, uh... I..." I swallowed the lump trying to form in my throat. Just tell him, I thought to myself harshly. "I'm pregnant."
His jaw dropped.
Slowly, carefully, I lifted up my shirt to show that it had taken me long enough to realize what was going on that I was already starting to show—just a tiny little bit. Something in the alien part of my hybrid genetics had always left me fairly thin. A metabolism that burned inhumanly fast. Coupling that with loose shirts and rarely looking in mirrors, I hadn't even noticed the bump forming for a long time.
Yargwynn stood up so fast the table screeched over the floor and he knocked his chair over. "Holy Untempora," he whispered. He held one hand out toward my belly. "May I?"
I nodded.
Gently, he put his callused hand on my belly. A quiet gasp escaped his mouth, and when he met my eyes, there were tears in his. "We're going to have a baby?"
"We're going to have a baby," I replied breathlessly.
"Oh, paradise!" he whispered. His other hand cradled my face and brought it close to his so he could kiss me. I kissed him back enthusiastically, threading my fingers into his hair and holding him close. "We're going to have a baby! I—I can't—I can hardly believe it."
I brushed a tear off his face with my thumb. "Why are you crying, Yargwynn?"
"They're happy tears, I promise," he said. "A... a family. With you. It's just... everything I want."
"Everything I want too. A simple life with you and a family." I kissed him again.
He kissed me back before bending down to kiss my belly. "Can't wait to meet you, Baby Paradise."
"Or Baby Yargwynn," I pointed out.
"Oh God, I hope not. I'd rather have a kid who's more like you than me. I think a kid like me would give me a heart attack."
I laughed. "Guess we'll see, darling."
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I have a big design paper due at work today and then I'm running my HOA's annual meeting after work
Desperately need somebody to fuck my brains out once it's all over cause they're gonna be mush at that point
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