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Alastor is in pain! He needs help! He’s going into labor!
Send him some asks! 😉
Part 1 of Alastor’s Labor (taken from Deal with the Devil)
The Radio Tower in an old abandoned part of the Pride Ring had once belonged to the thriving radio demon. It showed years of decade and its age as it stood bent and in near destruction, but it was also a place Alastor could retreat and be in misery alone.
His form manifested from the floorboards and once his physical being formed, he held his stomach and let out a terrible retch of vile fluids.
He was cold. He was hot. He had been seeing things left and right, up and down, and he knew these weren’t the demons he had created willingly. No. This was something else entirely.
That deal with Lucifer had done more harm than good to the Radio Demon. Magic from the Heavens, blessings, were a curse on someone like him. He had taken from Lucifer’s flesh many times and while in the moment it had been the finest taste of divinity he’d ever experienced, the side effects were gruesome.
He now understood how Angel Dust felt when he went through withdrawals.
His claws dug into the old floorboard, leaving fresh claw marks. His demonic form was recovering from his withdrawals as well. Alastor began to notice some time after he’d just eaten from the forbidden apple that his body pulsed and ached with pain. He’d vomited more diluted golden blood and pure white flesh than he’d realized.
His body couldn’t handle Lucifer’s divinity.
He let out a foul amount of rot in his being before he was forced into his back, panting heavily. His naturally thin body had taken a bloated appearance lately, especially around his midsection. He didn’t know how or why that was happening. After all, as a sinner, once he had a form it never changed until they possessed enough power to make it so and Alastor’s true demonic form had been unable to manifest properly for months now.
Not since his deal with Lucifer.
He placed a hand on his swell abdomen, having hidden his growing shame for a while now. “Goddamn,” he muttered to himself. “That man was truly out to get away from me,” he muttered to himself as he could no longer feel the pull he had to Lucifer as he had before with the deal in place. He shivered and curled up to his side, coughing for a few moments before he felt composed enough to attempt to get up.
As he sat up, the sound of static made him wince. He looked around and while he knew he was alone, he saw some rather upsetting things. Small symbols he didn’t recognize floated in the air around him, and a terrible crawling sensation made its way through his body. He felt his body course through the round of shivers and arched his back in response. He cried out and dragged himself to a corner, his form jolting in random spasms.
What was worse was that this wasn’t the first time he’d experienced this. It happened after a few days when he didn’t consume from Lucifer.
He had been consistent with eating his flesh and drinking his blood until the day he’d noticed the change of taste. The once divine and addictive substance turned into rot in his mouth.
He knew Lucifer had done something about it. Something to make him stop.
But he also knew his taste had changed.
The once proud cannibal wasn’t able to eat meat anymore. At first, he just thought it was the withdrawal of the addicting flesh, after all, once you taste heaven, everything else would taste awful in response. But even when he’d pushed through and eaten some venison to settle his stomach and cravings, he gagged at the taste and vomited so hard every time.
And yet for someone who couldn’t eat, his body expanded.
He felt his shivers build up in waves of pain and he’d let out a scream so loud and disorienting that it shattered the glass surrounding the radio tower, scared off the vultures surrounding the wasteland, and even cracked the ground around him.
Whatever poison remained in his body was going to its sweet time to get out of his body.
He closed his eyes, feeling what he thought phantom pains were in his expanded abdomen, and hoped it would die down soon enough.
But Alastor was not that lucky — if only he hadn’t eaten from Lucifer’s flesh or drank his ichor…
Gluttony had become his newest sin and now he was paying the price of it in more ways than one…
#in character asks#Alastor#alastor is in denial#alastor needs help#tw: childbirth#tw: fast pregnancy#tw: mpreg#hazbin hotel#hells greatest performers au#fanfic#fanfiction#alastor the radio demon
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what would happen when reader finds out she’s pregnant in tmdg? especially if it’s too late to terminate
I think she would go through so many emotions all at once. There's this burst of excitement because she realizes it might be Floyd's, but then she also remembers she fooled around with Jade in the Coral Sea and so there's that factor as well. So now she's sort of,,, deflated. T^T and then the initial giddy shock wears off and now she's just having her Shinji moment, reflecting on everything she's done.
Now everything makes sense. ^^;;; the uniform feeling too tight, being very hungry all the time, unbalanced emotions that feel so haywire, various food cravings, etc. Even Floyd's weirdness and Azul's strange comments make sense now. Of course Jade just smiles when she asks him if he knew. She's not sure if she should hit him over the head, cry, or laugh,,, or all in that exact order. In any case, a baby is on the way. Or, as Jade keeps joking about, twins. She's going to strangle him. >:(
#twisted chit chat#tw: pregnancy#and now a visit to the leech residence is due <3#jade bringing you home and introducing you as his wife and his parents are shocked#both because it's *jade* who found someone but also because that someone is pregnant!!! double surprise and excitement!!#'wow they sure do move fast on the surface. we thought floyd would be the first of the both of you to find someone' - papa leech probably#not this time LOL
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Request for Anonymous
Gif Source: Han
Imagine of Han discovering he is going to be a father to a baby boy
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“You sure?” He asked looking down at your round belly as he held you. You only nodded and almost began crying when he smiled and leaned to kiss gently against you stomach whispering “a little boy.” He leaned back again wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tighter. “So…what do you want to name him?” He said against your ear as he moved one hand to hold against your belly. You stayed just like that, discussing names and anything else baby related, through the rest of the night.
#my imagines#gifs not mine#female reader#tw: pregnancy#pregnancy#han lue imagine#fast and furious imagine#fast and the furious franchise
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watching this episode with the knowledge that jack has been pregnant previously and is probably the one they had to develop the 'get rid of mysterious alien babies' procedures for makes it 10x more enjoyable btw
#he gets it. he knows.#off-screen. to me. he is taking note of how fast she's going thru those pickles and planning to buy more#dw lb#torchwood 2x09#tw pregnancy
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Playing sims irl today. Putting together the nursery (crib, dresser, etc.). Pray for me? Send good vibes? Partner has a tendency to put things together backwards 🤣
#shit post#non-sims#kinda sims#gonna be a huge stress relief to have it done#and a nice little space just for bb#even though I still got time#but it’s going fast#pregnancy tw
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The nurse picked up a heartbeat on the Doppler at 9w6d!
#baby kept moving around I think so the heartbeat kept coming and going lol#it was nice and fast though!#pregnancy#pregnancy tw
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I don't know why but the thought of bakugo going on fast food runs with his pregnant wife late at night and eating togheter if him not getting anything but stealing your fries means eating togheter while he keeps yapping about how bad for you it is and he only made an exception since you wouldn't shut up about it is so cute to me
SO CUTE🥺 cuz he's SO mad about it but literally can't say no to you.
The whole drive there, he's just, "if we go to the 24hr market instead, I can make this all at home, damnit!" but lord knows he takes FOREVER to cook and you don't just want burgers and fries... you want burgers, fries, nuggets, a McFlurry, a drink... everything. And it's gotta have that mickeyD taste, you know? Not that high quality wagyu flavor you know Kat would normally go for.
But since you hardly ever ask for fast food... and you are carrying a baby... you get whatever you want, and yep, end up in the parking lot with all your food spread out on the dashboard... "sharing."
(Which yes, you're absolutely right means stealing your fries and asking for one large single bite of everything. You start on the burger and he's leaning over for a chomp. You try the nuggets, he tries the nuggets. And everything you don't finish, he's acting like you're forcing him to eat, but gobbles up pretty quick anyway.)
And though he may've put up a fight at first, when he gets to drive you home all sleepy, happy, and content (singing his praises for being so nice)... how could he be mad about that?
(That is until your kid grows up and has a taste for it, too.)
#bakugo#bakugo 'i would never eat fast f—is that a mcchicken? give me a bite' katsuki#LIKE SIR JUST CUZ U DIDN'T ORDER IT FOR URSELF DOESNT MEAN U HAVE TO SAY U DONT LIKE IT#everyone likes mcdonalds and if u say ur dont its just cuz u value ur gut health over ur tastebuds#anyway sorry to just repeat everything u said#and#can my mom get the h*ll out of my room lmfao#ask#anon#caitie things#pregnancy tw#kids tw
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Stupid ass health anxiety beat by an actual very painful problem that the hospital twice said idk but you're not dying so I assumed feeling like my stomach was gonna rip out is normal and then getting quite the burning feeling and feeling a niggle in the back of my head but I ignored it because it's probably "nothing deadly" again and I actually had to be talked into going to the er because i was just deadass gonna ignore it until I couldn't and then it ended up being internal bleeding that can easily be deadly and....ugh
#personal#medical#medical problems#tw ectopic#tw pregnancy#ectopic pregnancy rupture#and then the thought of oh thank god im in a blue state and was already getting medical care for this thing so when it ruptured i got to#fast track the diagnosis bit and get into surgery in like 2 hours instead of bleeding to death because in some states they literally wont#treat you until youre actively dying not just getting close#like...fuck
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So Zenith how does it feel to be pregnant?
Very odd. I'm not nauseous anymore, thankfully. But I'm very hungry and I think I'm already having cravings, sadly. -Zenith🌩️
#kill lunar au#fnaf zenith#zenith answers#tw pregnancy mention#bio-organic pregnancy moves fast#especially helped by magic
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When I was pregnant, I thought I was cured. Remember in Glee when Quinn got pregnant and she did a whole speech about how "when there's someone living inside you and you have to take care of it". That's exactly what happened to me.
I thought I was okay and that finally after 14 years of this bs I can be done, but that's not what happened.
After my son was born that feeling of being cured immediately went away, bc now the excuse was gone.
"oh I'm pregnant I have to eat for him!!!!"
Now it's, I'm just fat. I'm the heaviest I've ever been. I hate it so much. I started going to gym and I told myself it's to get stronger bc I can't lift myself or stand up out of a chair without help, I can't go up stairs without help or even bathe my child without help bc my muscles are so weak from inactivity and the fifty fucking pounds I gained aren't helping.
But I can see now that yes, I can get stronger but my meals are getting smaller, I can feel myself getting worse and part of me is screaming to stop but another is screaming to do it.
I don't know if I can ever get better.
#personal#tw#buliimix#tw pregnancy#tw mental illness#i want to be a skeleton#thinspo#i wanna be small#bulimba#binge#tw ana thoughts#tw ana stuff#anarexsick#ana fast
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Alastor! Is there someone you can go to? Like Lucifer or Rosie??
Alastor: *panting in pain* Ro….Rosie! *forces himself to move* Gotta…get…Rosie AHHH!!
#ask alastor#labor#child labor#tw: fast pregnancy#tw: mpreg#tw: active labor#fanfiction#alastor the radio demon#alastor is pregnant#Alastor#hazbin hotel#hells greatest performers au
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|| 💛 ||: ❝ Anyway- I'm going to go lay down now that Eath's... recovering. ❞
|| 💛 ||: ❝ By the Spirits this thing gets heavy fast. ❞
#{ hax ur pregnancy only last a month course it's going to be weirdly fast. }#💛 || ic post#🚼 || event; first child#pregnancy tw
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Request for Anonymous
Gif Source: Candles / Luke
Imagine Luke coming home to find his pregnant girlfriend trying to have a relaxing bath but having a difficult time staying awake
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You didn’t respond right away and the trill of fear that went up his spine had him moving a little faster through the house. Before the panic could fully set in, he saw the bathroom door cracked open and the glow of candles emanating from it. The sight that met him almost had him laughing but he just smiled instead. You were clearly trying to relax with a hot bath and candles but instead he found you dozing. When he pushed the door open you startled slightly. “Luke?” You asked.
“Hey you.” He said walking closer to kneel down next to the tub, your very pregnant belly peaking out of the water. “Why don’t we get you to bed?” He asked gently.
You yawned before you could reply and then nodded. “I think that’s a good idea.”
#luke hobbs imagine#fast and furious imagine#fast and the furious franchise#my imagines#gifs not mine#Female reader#tw: pregnancy
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Tw: ed/parental ignorance vent and mention of teen pregnancy.
"My son is perfectly fine"
Yea. I'm fine. I'm just starving myself and trying to not fall into hating the body I have, knowing full well I could end up looking like this again if I ever have a kid, and knowing me, I'm probably going to be pregnant before 20.
Although having a tummy from over eating and being constantly stressed is different than having a tummy from growing a whole 'nother person, so I'll be fine.
-J
#tw 3d#vent post#tw teen pregnancy#tw pregnancy#tw eating issues#tw ana related#4na vent#tw ana fast#tw ana vent#4na fast#ed fast#tw vent#there should be a tag for the intersection of teen pregnancy and ed so i can tw posts like this properly
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JJK men finding out that you’re… pregnant?
MDNI tw : pregnancy, mentions of abortion, mostly fluff
Gojo Satoru
“Did we really have to go to a hospital” you groaned holding the white- now crimson red cloth against your wound.
“Shoko is out of the town so we sadly didn’t have any choice.” Mei Mei answered holding you up as she cringed at the blood on her hands.
Arriving at the hospital the nurses immediately helped you into a wheelchair and took you to a room, leaving Mei Mei waiting in the hallway, she dialed Gojo’s number and waited for him to pick up.
“What is it?? Is everything alright? Why are you suddenly calling me?” Before she could say anything Satoru already started asking questions, she never calls him.
“Your wifey is in the hospital.”
“…”
Just like that, a second later Satoru was in the hospital “What happened?!” He asked, a little too loud causing other people to look at him.
“Jeez don’t worry, she just got stabbed in her thigh. She’s already being taken care of.” Mei sighed, leaning against the wall.
Satoru’s heartbeat slowed down a little, since it was beating so fast, worried that you got seriously hurt.
“The curse should be happy it’s dead.” He muttered under his nose glaring at the ceiling, still mad at himself that you got hurt, if only there was a way to give you infinity…
After some time a doctor came out and Satoru immediately hurried to him “Is she alright?!”
“And you are?” The doctor asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Husband of Y/N.”
“Oh yes, she’s alright no need to worry. She didn’t lose a lot of blood. You can go see her.” Satoru let out a sigh of relief as he was about to make his way into the hospital room you’re in.
“I forgot to mention, the baby is fine too.”
…
…
Satoru paused, his whole body freezing. Even Mei Mei’s eyes widened as she was waiting with him. He sprinted towards your room, “YOU’RE PREGNANT?!” he ran into the room yelling, you’re eyes widening.
“wait wait hold up- what?” You replied, confusion on your face.
“The doctor said ‘the baby is fine too’! Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you go to the mission??” He said confused, as he walked up to the bed you were lying in.
“Because I didn’t know that I’m pregnant!” You were as shocked as him, you were just staring at each other before grins appeared on your faces and tears in eyes.
“W-We’re going to be parents?” You whispered as Satoru wrapped his arms around you, kissing you all over your face.
“I’m going to be a daddy…” a huge grin on his face.
“You’re an idiot for putting yourself in danger-“
“Please shut up Toru.”
Nanami Kento
Four days. Four days since you were supposed to get your period. At first you ignored it, thinking it’s just your cycle changing, it’s never perfect.
But then the morning sickness came. Maybe you just ate something bad? Yeah that’s the reason-
“Do you still want kids?” You asked Kento as both of you cuddled in bed. He was slightly surprised by the question, not expecting to be asked that.
“If you want kids, I want kids. If you don’t want kids, I don’t want kids.” He said, his hand caressing your head.
“Why ask that all of a sudden?”
“My periods late.”
“I noticed that, maybe it’s just your cycle changing?” Right, you forgot that this man knows you more than you do, always knows when you’re supposed to get your period.
“I thought that too until I started puking my guts out every morning.”
There was a moment of silence when suddenly Kento got up and started putting his clothes on. “Where-”
“I’m going to the pharmacy, it closes in 20 minutes so I still have time to buy a pregnancy test.” Your eyes watered at his words, getting up as well and immediately pulling him into a hug.
“Are… you mad?” You asked quietly, letting out a sniffle. He grabbed your face with his hands, connecting your foreheads. “Sweetheart, if that test comes out positive I’m going to be the happiest man alive, even though I already am because I was blessed with you.” He connected your lips in a passionate kiss for a minute, then leaving to go to the pharmacy.
It has been months since he left, he abandoned you because of your pregnancy.
(I had to I’m sorry 😭)
You were stressed as hell, you wanted a child but didn’t expect one now. Pregnancy and taking care of a child was a big deal, you were also happy that it was Kento and no one else, he’s literally perfect, always taking care of you.
The alarm on your phone went off as you looked towards the pregnancy test which was now done, taking a deep breath as you picked it up.
Positive
Tears immediately streaming down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around your husband. He had a huge smile on his face, you could’ve sworn to god that you saw tears forming in his eyes.
“You’re going to be an amazing mama.” He whispered as he kissed your temple “and you’re going to be an amazing daddy.”
“I love you so much.”
Sukuna Ryomen
You and him never really had a talk about having children.
Firstly - you were sure he didn’t want kids because he’s a menace. Secondly - was it even possible for him to have kids?
Not to mention the way he acts around them, whenever on a date or just taking a walk and there’s a kid, he always rolls his eyes. Annoyed at the bratty child.
So imagine your surprise when you saw the two visible lines on all of the four tests you bought.
Well shit
You immediately started thinking of all the scenarios on what could happen when you told Ryomen, of course the first ones that appeared in your mind were the bad ones.
You never really thought about kids yourself, you wouldn’t mind one but you were also terrified of pregnancy and birth, you’ve heard so many stories on the internet and it was a huge no for you.
What if he wanted you to have an abortion? You weren’t against it but you also couldn’t get yourself to do it.
What if he would leave you?
What if-
“Woman, how long can you be in the bathroom?” Your eyes widened as you immediately hid the pregnancy tests in the trash, taking deep breaths and wiping off the tears that were about flow down your cheeks.
“Gosh, I’m out.” You opened the door letting out a forced laugh, he stared at you with an emotionless expression
“What is it.” You raised your eyebrow at the question, “what?” Confusion written on your face as you stared at him.
“Brat, did you forget that I can feel your emotions?” well shit, you did indeed forget, were you going to tell him? Of course- not.
“I-I just saw a sad video about a puppy.” You mumbled with a small pout, making up a quick lie.
“You humans are weird.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. You let out a sigh, thank god he believed you.
…
He did in-fact not believe you, but he decided not to push it.
Just a few hours later he saw a pink object in the trash while he was in the bathroom, grabbed it and saw the words
two lines : pregnant one line : not pregnant
And how many lines were there? Two.
Was he surprised? Yes
Was he mad? Yes
But it’s not because of the pregnancy itself, but because you didn’t tell him.
You were sitting on the couch watching tv when he came stomping down the stairs, and throwing the pregnancy test on the coffee table in front of you.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You were once again, in shock, unable to say anything
“Kuna I-”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked once again now more louder, you looked down at the floor and bit your lip.
“I was scared…” you whispered, that actually surprised him. The woman that actually had the strength to put up with him, tease him, annoy him for fun while the whole world was scared of him, was ‘scared’?
“Why the fuck-“
“Because you don’t want a child!” You said now louder, tears in your eyes, thinking he’ll abandon you now.
He was taken aback, brows furrowed “I never said that.” Before you could say anything else he continued.
“I know I’m not the… best material for a ‘father’ but why would you think I would leave after finding out you have a living creature inside your stomach.”
“You always act annoyed when you see a child and always make comments, what else was I supposed to think?” You huffed out, burying your head in your knees.
He grabbed your face, making you look at him. “So dumb…” he scoffed before attacking your lips with his. Your eyes widened as you yelped.
“You know I act like that around every single filthy human except you. That child is my creation and my heir, I’ll accept it.”
“So… you don’t want to leave me? Aww-”
“Right now I’m temped to-“
“ M’sorry my lord.” You laughed, kissing him again.
there will probably be a part two with more characters, don’t blame me if there’s any mistakes I wrote this at 3 am dying of heat and exhaustion ahahah
#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojou satoru x reader#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#nanami x reader#jjk x you#nanami x you#sukuna x you#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Pregnant! Female Reader
snapshots masterlist
summary: When you finally start to show, Joel has a tough time with it as the reality sinks in—he’s going to be a father again.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. JACKSON ERA. (TW) PREGNANCY. established relationship. no mention of reader’s age, however in other works for this universe, it is implied she is younger than Joel, her specific age will never be stated so do with that what you will. brief descriptions of a pregnant woman’s changing body, brief mention of morning sickness, mention of breastfeeding (it only comes up in a conversation very briefly) these subjects can possibly be triggering, especially mentions of a changing body, so while i try to handle everything with the utmost care, i still ask that you proceed with caution. domesticity, reader enjoys taking care of her family, ellie is a little shit, grumpy joel, he’s sort of a dick at first? but only because he’s working through some feelings so let’s forgive him, okay?
word count: 3.5k
a/n: this is part of the snapshots universe, but it could absolutely be read as a standalone too. minimal editing, this has been sitting in my drafts and i did a quick edit during my lunch hour, so please excuse any mistakes.
“Shit.”
You almost can’t believe your own two eyes. Staring at your reflection in the large, oval shaped mirror hanging over the porcelain bathroom sink, your gaze widens in complete surprise. “Jesus Christ,” you mutter, turning to the side. It takes your brain about a good minute or two to process, really process, the way that your belly strains against the thin, white cotton of your camisole. It had seemingly swollen overnight—because it hadn’t been this prominent the day before, had it?
Over the last few months, there’d been changes.
Some subtle and some not so subtle.
“Ellie! Stop fucking staring at them,” you’d scolded the teenager late one evening during yours and hers weekly game night. For as hard as you tried focusing on what move you should make next, it was hard to concentrate on the chessboard in front of you when you could feel the way her eyes were fixed on your breasts. “I mean it! Quit staring at my boobs, you little shit.”
She held up her hands, her mouth full of popcorn.
“Hey, in my defense, they’re just fucking there, man. If anything, they’re fucking staring at me, okay?”
During your chess rematch the following week, you had accidentally knocked one of your pawn pieces off of the table. When you’d stood up and bent over to pick it up, she had made the observation that your butt seemed to have gotten a little bigger too.
“Bet Joel’s liking these changes,” Ellie had smirked. “It sure as hell explains why the headboard’s been banging against the wall more than usual lately.”
You threw the pawn at her, smiling in satisfaction when it bounced off her forehead and landed into her glass of lemonade.
One part of your body, however, hadn’t changed.
Not until now.
“Hon, trust me, you have nothing to be worried about,” Maria had assured you with confidence when you had brought up your concerns about your stomach. “Every woman, and every pregnancy, is different. I didn’t start showing until I was around six months, remember?”
“I guess you’re right.” You’d been around four months, then. “Doesn’t help that I haven’t felt the baby move.”
“You will,” Maria had promised. “Just be patient”
Biting your lip, you place a hand on your belly.
It’s always been one of the softer parts of you, but now, it’s firmed into a perfect, round bump.
“Maybe soon I’ll feel you move,” you murmur, giving it a gentle pat. You tug the lace hem of your camisole down as far as it can go and then pull at the elastic waistband of your blue, terry cloth shorts.
Shutting off the lights in the bathroom, you slip out into the bedroom where you find that Joel’s still tangled up in the sheets, fast asleep. He had been assigned to the afternoon patrol route today—normally an early riser, if he was still snoozing, it meant that he really needed the rest. Deciding it was best to let him keep sleeping for a little while longer, you quietly tiptoe out of your shared bedroom and head downstairs into the kitchen.
After making yourself a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, and one for the kid as well, you prepare the coffee maker for Joel. You spoon dark roast grounds into the filter and set the timer for the coffee to start brewing in thirty minutes.
He should be up by then, you think, pulling a basket of eggs out of the refrigerator.
You’re starting to get used to this. Domesticity.
Despite your protests, Maria had made the decision to pull you off patrol that same afternoon you had shared the news of your pregnancy. “I’m putting you on leave,” she’d told you. “Effective immediately. I don’t want to see you outside of these walls. Got it?”
“That’s not fair, Maria. You were out on patrol until—”
One stern glare from her had shut you right up.
“Fine.”
Sure, you missed it and looked forward to the day when you’d be able to get back into the saddle with your rifle in hand, but this way of life had grown on you. Certainly a lot more than you thought it would.
You enjoyed taking care of the house. Packing Ellie her lunch for school and checking her homework. Having a nice a meal on the table for the three of you to enjoy in the comfort of your own home instead of having to go down to the crowded mess hall for supper because you and Joel were both always much, much too tired after a long day out on patrol to bother with cooking.
With the baby due to arrive in the winter, looking after your little family had become your purpose, and you did not mind it one bit.
As strips of bacon sizzle in one pan on the gas powered stove, you crack a couple of eggs into another, knowing the kid is already on her way downstairs. You can hear the sound of her old, tattered low top sneakers that you have been trying to throw away for almost a year now squeaking on the kitchen tiles just as you finish plating her breakfast.
“Morning!” Ellie pipes, the loud plop of her backpack into a chair prompting you to turn around. “What’s for brea—whoa! Holy shit!” Her brown eyes widen in shock when she sees you and her jaw drops. “Dude.”
“Ellie,” you say her name warningly as you walk over to the table. “Don’t.”
“You’re bigger!”
With a playful glare, you set her plate down, along with her glass of orange juice. “Thanks a lot, you little jerk.” You feign offense. “You’re making your own eggs from now on.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Ellie’s cheeks flush a shade of red and she squirms, sputtering apologetically, “I swear, I don’t mean it like that at all. It’s just, your stomach, it didn’t—you didn’t look like this last night, you know?”
She’s fucking lucky that your raging hormones decided to take the morning off duty.
“You look different. I mean, you look great—”
“Ellie?”
“Yeah?”
“Just shut up and eat.”
“Deal.”
She shoots you a sheepish grin and sits down, scarfing down her food in her usual manner.
“You get your fractions homework done?”
“Yeah.” Ellie huffs, rolling her eyes. “Took me forever. I was up until fucking midnight.”
Amused, you offer, “Want me to check your work?”
“Sure.”
As Ellie inhales the rest of her breakfast, you pull out a green, single subject notebook from her backpack and look over her homework for miscalculations.
“So, uh, how are you feeling?” she asks after a minute.
“I’m feeling alright. I think the morning sickness finally stopped, so can’t complain.” Shrugging, you close the notebook and stick it into her backpack. “You did good, kid. Only got two problems wrong.”
“Man, I really wish we knew whether it’s a boy or girl,” Ellie mumbles through a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “What do you want to have, anyway?”
“It doesn’t matter to me, Ellie,” you answer, honestly. Clocking the skepticism on her face, you laugh and say, “It’s true. As long as the baby’s healthy, that’s all I care about.” And you mean it. As an expectant mother in the post outbreak world where medicine is scarce, supplies are limited, and the closest thing you have to a hospital is the town’s old clinic, the only thing you can hope for is the smooth, safe delivery of a healthy child.
Before she can say anything, you both catch the sound of Joel’s heavy boots as he descends the staircase.
She quirks an eyebrow. “Uh, has Joel seen you yet?”
Grimacing, you shake your head. “No.”
“Well, I don’t wanna be here for all that awkward,” Ellie says, chugging the rest of her orange juice. She stands up and snatches up her backpack, along with her lunch bag, which you’d packed for her earlier that morning. Just as she’s about to whirl around on the heel of her sneaker and make a run for the front door, she pauses, watching as you make your way back over to the stove to light another flame. “Unless you want me to be?”
“I’ll be fine, Ellie,” you assure her. “Go on, get to school. Maybe you’ll be on time to class for once.”
“If you say so.” She wishes you luck and then bolts out of the kitchen, throwing a quick goodbye at Joel on the way out. “See ya later, old man!”
Nervously, you turn around and start cracking another two eggs into the pan. There’s no telling how he’s going to react.
Joel’s been fairly supportive since you’d found out you were pregnant, considering how unplanned it was. But you know him like the back of your own hand, and you know, despite the numerous times he’s denied it, that it has been weighing heavily on him. Each time you’d try to sit down to talk to him about it, he would brush you off and insist he was fine. But he wasn’t fine.
And you wish he would spit it out and tell you why.
In your periphery, you notice the stained glass butterfly he had hung in front of the window above the sink, the ornament catching and refracting the sunlight. Flecks of color dance across the walls in captivating patterns, brightening the space. You think of the sweet little girl he’d hung it for, the little girl he rarely talks about, that he keeps tucked away safely in his memory.
You bite back a small sigh.
By now, you’ve learned not to push him. Especially not about what he was feeling. He would tell you when he was ready.
“Who the hell lit a fire under her ass this mornin’?” Joel asks gruffly as he walks into the kitchen. “She ain’t ever this fuckin’ eager to go to school.”
“Not sure,” you reply in the most nonchalant tone you can muster as you use a spatula to scramble the eggs. Transferring them onto a plate, you add three strips of bacon, and then pour his coffee. “I have your breakfast ready, Joel. Have a seat.”
You hear a chair scrape against the tile.
“I keep tellin’ you I can make my own breakfast, darlin’.”
“And I keep telling you I don’t mind making it for you,” you quip, and you hear him grumble something under his breath.
Inhaling a deep, calming breath through your nose, you take the plate of eggs and bacon in one hand, and his cup of coffee in the other. Your fingers grasp the handle of his ceramic, owl mug in a near death grip. You exhale slowly, and then turn around to face him.
He sees your swollen middle and stiffens in his chair.
The tension is instantaneous. Palpable.
Uncomfortable.
Awkwardly, you shift from one foot to the other.
“Your belly,” Joel murmurs, a visible tick in his jaw as his gaze drags over your midsection. “S’bigger.”
“Yeah. It is. Guess I’m going to have to start trading for maternity clothes soon,” you remark, shuffling over to the table. Setting down the plate and mug of coffee in front of him, you take a seat across the table. Your eyes try desperately to meet his, but they refuse. There’s no way for you to decipher what he’s thinking. You let out a small, nervous laugh. “Can you please say something?”
He lightly clears his throat. “I’ll take you to Main Street on Saturday,” he tells you, picking up his mug. “I’ve got the day off from patrol. I’ll, uh, pick through some of my own things and see what I don’t need so we can make a trade for some clothes.” He pauses, then offers quietly, “In the meantime, you can wear my shirts. They might be more comfortable for you.”
You flash him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Joel.”
Sipping his coffee, he continues to avoid your gaze.
“Mhm,” is all he says.
Your smile falters.
It’s the middle of August.
The afternoon heat is sweltering. Unforgiving.
“Jesus, it’s a fuckin’ scorcher,” Tommy sighs, glancing over towards the lake where his mare, Maxine, is taking a drink beside his brother’s stallion, Phoenix. His raven curls are damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead. “Hotter than the devil’s fuckin’ balls out here, ain’t it?”
He’s met with silence.
Looking over his shoulder, he sees Joel leaning against a tree, his rifle in hand as he stares at the Grand Tetons in the distance almost like he’s in a trance. “Joel?”
Blinking furiously, Joel shakes his head. “Sorry, you say somethin’ to me just now?” He asks in a daze, pushing away from the lodgepole pine. “We headin’ out?”
“You’ve been actin’ real strange all afternoon,” Tommy observes, walking towards him with his own gun slung over his shoulder. “Either the heat is startin’ to get to you, or you’ve got somethin’ on your mind, big brother.”
Joel hesitates. His dark eyes flit to the other side of the lake where the other members of their afternoon patrol group are refilling their canteens with water.
“S’alright,” his younger brother says. “Don’t worry ‘bout them. Can’t hear us.”
Joel’s chest heaves with a heavy sigh. “She popped.”
“Huh?”
“Her belly finally popped. She’s showin’ now.”
Amused, Tommy lightly shakes his head. “Y’shouldn’t be so surprised, Joel. Was ‘bout time,” he remarks with a shrug. “What is she—like six months along now?”
“She’ll be six months in a couple weeks.” Joel wipes the perspiration off his brow with the back of his hand and sighs once more. “Look, I ain’t stupid, Tommy. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, but it still caught me by surprise. When I saw her, it became real for me. She’s got my kid in there. I’m gonna be a dad again.”
“You’re scared.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement.
“Shitless,” Joel confesses, feeling his chest tighten.
“What are you afraid of?”
Joel almost laughs.
He doesn’t know where to start.
He’s afraid of everything.
“All of it, Tommy. I’m afraid for her, havin’ to give birth with no medicine,” he tells him, his voice breaking. “I’m afraid I won’t remember what to do with a newborn or that I won’t know how to help her durin’ those first few months—”
“This ain’t your first rodeo,” Tommy reminds him. “You did it once, and you did just fine, Joel.”
“That was over three fuckin’ decades ago. And it was a different world. If Sarah—” He stops, taking a second to catch his breath. The image of his daughter’s little face flashing in his mind feels like a violent punch to the gut. Even after all this time, it still knocks all of the wind out of his lungs. “When her mom had trouble breastfeedin’ her, I could head to the grocery store and buy her baby formula. If she got a real bad fever, I could load her up in the truck and drive her to the emergency room.” He glances down at his broken watch. “Besides, I was a lot younger, then. And I wasn’t half fuckin’ deaf like I am now. When Sarah would wake up cryin’ in the middle of the night because she needed a diaper change, I’d hear her. What if I can’t hear my own kid cryin’?”
“Joel—”
“I’m in my fifties. What if I can’t keep up because I’m too fuckin’ old?”
Tommy reaches out, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.
“Brother, I need you to take a fuckin’ breath,” he says, chuckling softly. “You’re puttin’ the weight of the world of your shoulders right now—you need to put some of it down. Look, we might not have everythin’ we used to before the world ended, but we make do with what we do have. Considerin’ just how many growin’ families we have and how many little ones we’ve got runnin’ around our town, I’d say it’s workin’ out pretty fuckin well.” He gives his shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “And as far as your ability to be a good dad, you’ve still got it, Joel. You know what to do, and so does she. I’ve seen her in action with my little boy, and it seems like she’s already got those maternal instincts, y’know?”
“Yeah, she does,” Joels agrees quietly, thinking of how you had stepped up to help him care for Ellie.
“Trust me, between the two of you, it’ll be alright.”
He peers at him. “You really believe I still got it in me?”
“I do.” Tommy smiles. “You never stopped knowin’ how to be a father, Joel. You’re gonna be just fine.”
Their patrol shift extends into the evening, turning into a double, and it’s late when he gets home.
“What the hell are you still doin’ up?” Joel asks when he finds Ellie sitting at the kitchen table, cursing to herself as she flips through the stale, yellowing pages of an old life science text book.
“What does it fucking look like, man?”
“Shouldn’t have waited until the last minute, kiddo—”
Ellie holds up a hand and cuts him off.
“Save the lecture for another time, dude. I’m busy.”
Joel rolls his eyes. “Finish up and get to bed. S’late.”
Without waiting for some smartass response, he turns on the heel of his boot and then heads upstairs to your shared bedroom. He flips on the lights only to find that you’re already in bed, fast asleep, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties. He toes off his boots and leaves them by the door, being as quiet as he possibly can as he rummages through his top drawer for some clean boxers to sleep in.
He slips into the bathroom where he takes a quick, hot shower, scrubbing off that day’s sweat, dirt, and grime. After he’s dressed and his sopping wet, salt and pepper curls are haphazardly towel dried, Joel walks back out into the bedroom where he switches off the lights and climbs into bed next to you.
He lays on his side and he’s just about to close his eyes when he feels a light shift beside him. You roll over and curl into him, your belly pressing up against his curve of his spine.
He stiffens, freezing as if someone had just placed the barrel of their pistol against his back, their finger over the trigger.
Christ, get a damn grip, he thinks silently to himself.
Joel thinks about that morning in the kitchen.
He knows his reaction had hurt you. Or rather, his lack of a reaction. His shitty ways of coping aren’t your fault, and his struggle to come to terms with your pregnancy sure as hell isn’t your fault, either. He owed it to you to try harder to be the man you needed.
The man you both needed.
Joel’s train of thought comes to a screeching halt when he feels a soft flutter against his middle of his back, the spot right where your tummy is nestled—did the baby just move?
He lies still, waiting to see if he feels it again, and when he doesn’t, he rolls over to face you, causing you to stir.
“Joel?” you mumble his name, sleepily. “What time—?”
“Shh,” Joel soothes, pulling you into his bare chest. He kisses your temple. “S’okay, baby. Go back to sleep.”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice.
Within seconds, you’re asleep again, snuggled into him and snoring softly.
Lifting a hand, he hesitates, then rests it on your belly.
He waits.
And waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Until the minutes turn into hours.
Until dawn’s light filters in through the lace curtains.
Until he finally feels that little flutter again.
He feels it against the palm of his hand. Faint, nothing more than a brief whisper against his skin, but there is no mistaking it.
He’d just felt the baby’s movement.
There’s a sudden shift.
Tense muscles that had been painfully wound up since the moment you’d mentioned to him your period was a week late back in the spring loosen slightly—the breath he had been holding since he’d picked up that positive pregnancy test from the bathroom counter finally falls from his lips, fanning over yours.
His fears, his worries, his uncertainties about what lies ahead, they’re all still there, of course, but he finds they are now accompanied by a glimmer of hope, a sliver of optimism that maybe, just maybe, Joel doesn’t have to be as afraid as he is.
Joel’s eyes glaze over your face, warmth radiating in his chest when you breathe a little a sigh of content in your sleep as he gently rubs your stomach through his shirt.
With his hand still splayed over your belly, he closes his eyes and begins to drift off, falling into the most decent sleep he’s had in the last few months.
Maybe his brother’s right.
Maybe he will be just fine.
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