I should’ve been sleeping. It was 3am and I couldn’t sleep due to the enormous bump on the front of me. Baby Andrews was 41 weeks and I was sure to pop at any moment and my stomach was so big it made me unable to sleep. I looked to my side to see Archie sleeping peacefully. I groaned and shifted to the left a little bit, wishing the days of sleeping on my stomach were still here. Suddenly, I felt a faint wetness between my legs.
Please can you do a Jeff imagine where him the reader and him are high school sweethearts and it’s years later and it’s some kind of big event like a wedding or anniversary or the birth of their child idk you choose but your writing is fab!
After tossing and turning most of the night, you gave up on sleep. With the baby kicking and moving, you couldn’t get comfortable enough to relax. She was usually pretty good about letting you sleep but tonight she was being fussy and it was painful. So you stood and threw on one of Jeff’s shirts, they were just about all that fit you this late into your pregnancy. Walking into the kitchen you put on lullabies on your phone and made yourself a warm glass of milk.
You had read that babies reacted to music, even in the womb, so when she would get active at night, you’d put on some music and let her relax.
“When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.” You sang quietly, your hands cradling your belly as you swayed slowly to music. “When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and mommy will catch you, cradle and all.”
You sighed when the movements continued. Tying your hair up in a ponytail, you let out a tired exhale. The clock on the oven read 3:29 AM and instead of being curled up against Jeff, you were dancing in the kitchen.
Your mind wandered to what it would be like when she got here. Would she be this fussy? You were a fussy child or would she be calm like Jeff. Would she look like you, or him, or a perfect combination of the two? All it was so exciting, all you knew was that you were ready for her to come out.
You reached for your phone, trying to remember the song you parents used to sing to you when you were restless. You could recall the nights you’d keep them up to the point of exhaustion and they would strap you in the car and drive around, singing to you until you fell asleep.
Night Moves. That was the song they would sing. Night Moves by Bob Seger. They were in love with classic rock and somehow it soothed you right away.
You found the song on your playlist and pressed play, starting to dance again.
“Working on mysteries without any clues, working on our night moves” You sang along. “Trying to make some front page drive-in news. Working on our night moves.”
“Are you singing Bob Seger to our baby?”
You jumped, hearing Jeff’s voice behind you. Turning around, you saw him standing at the doorway, sleepy-eyed and ruffled hair, with that same smile you fell in love with freshman year of high school. He’d grown a lot since then. His voice was deeper, his features chiseled and rugged. But even at 27, his boyish charm had never left him.
“I think it’s working.” You smiled, nodding you your head.
“Well then.” He chuckled, crossing the room. “Let me help.”
He took your hand, spinning you around before pulling you against him. With one hand on your waist, the other on your belly, he swayed you to the music, holding you close.
“Working on our night moves, trying’ to lose those awkward teenage blues.” He sang out loud with a smile, his forehead leaned on yours as he held your gaze. “Working on our night moves. And it was summertime. Sweet summertime, summertime.”
You laughed, laying your head against his solid chest as the two of your danced in your kitchen in the middle of the night as you tried to ignore the pain and pulsating in your stomach. There was not a moment in your relationship when you weren’t reminded of why you loved this man so much. He was your best friend through and through.
Suddenly the pain became too much and you let go, holding your stomach tightly. Jeff instantly got worried, holding onto you so you didn’t fall over.
You felt a pop and suddenly the ground was wet. It felt like you were peeing but the fluid was clear. Was that…? Was this …? Did your water just break?
Oh shit. It did.
“Babe, I think my water just broke.” You said calmly while in shock, slowly lifting your head to meet Jeff’s terrified gaze.
“How - what - what do we -”
“Jeff my water just broke!” You said louder as the realization of the situation hit you.
“What - what do we do?!” He asked, sensing your panic and starting to panic himself.
“We - we have to to go to the hospital. I’ll get changed. You grab our hospital bags.” You instructed, waddling away from the puddle to make your way to the bedroom.
Jeff helped you to the room, helping you change into clean clothes and ran down to the car, throwing the bags and the carseat into the back before running up to help you down to the car.
Your breathing had become more and more labored at that point and he held your hand. “This is it baby.” He whispered with a smile. “Breathe with me just like they said in the classes.”
After you got to the hospital, Jeff called your families to let them know you were in labor while the nurses set you up in the room. The pain had become increasingly worse and Jeff was by your side, holding your hand the entire time, helping you concentrate on your breathing, helping you cool down with damp towels to wipe your sweat, having the nurses grab you ice chips and feeding them to you.
Your eyes filled with tears, not only from the pain of the contractions but also from the overwhelming emotions.
“Hey, hey” He said wiping your tears. “You’re doing great baby.”
“That’s not it.” You cried, holding his hand tightly. “This is the last time it’ll ever be just the two of us. After this we won’t be Y/N and Jeff - we’ll be mommy and daddy.”
You and Jeff had been high school sweethearts since freshman year. You went to the same college. Jeff had asked you to marry him on the field during one of his baseball games in front of an entire stadium of people. You got married after graduation. Bought a home two years later. Now after 12 years of being together, you were about to bring your first child into the world.
He hung his head in a smile, “I know babygirl, I know but it’s a good thing. We’re about to be a mom and dad to a beautiful baby girl that we’ll love more than anything in this world.”
You knew all of this was your hormones talking. You were so ready to be a mom. You and Jeff had done classes. You both had read all the books. Your home was filled with baby things. It was time.
“I love you so much.” You breathed, squeezing his hand through another painful contraction.
They had gotten closer and closer together by this point so a nurse came in to check.
“Full dilation.” She smiled, “It’s time mama. Are you ready?”
Your breath caught in your throat and full of fear. you looked at Jeff who’s face was now pale as a ghost. Despite all of that he was holding it together for you like he always did.
He smiled, running his fingers back through your hair. “You got this baby.”
You nodded, turning to look at the nurse. “I’m ready.”
She smiled sweetly, looking between the two of you before she headed out of the room. Only a few minutes passed before she returned with another nurse, preparing the machines and whatever the doctor would need.
To calm your anxiety you looked at Jeff the whole time. He locked his eyes with yours, ignoring everything else happening in the room. With his hands running through your messy hair, he smiled, leaning in to kiss you.
The doctor came and sat between your legs and it wasn’t long before you had to start to push. Jeff held one leg, the nurse held the other. You screamed through the pain, pushing for what felt like hours before you finally started to crown. Jeff took a peak and it looked like he was about to faint but turned his head to you instead.
“I swear, you’re incredible, babe. You’re like superman right now.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your head with his eyes full of tears. “I love you so much baby.”
You cried, smiling as you looked up at him before you screamed in pain with another push. You had planned on having your mother by your side during the birth but because you weren’t due for another week and a half, your families hadn’t flown down yet. Yet in that moment, you were glad that nobody was next to you but Jeff. Your life was with this man and he would be the one by your side for the rest of your life. This was all you needed.
With one final push you heard the cry of your baby and all of the pain you’d just went through seemed to fade away.
“Mr. and Mrs. Atkins, say hello to your baby girl.” The doctor smiled.
The baby was placed on your chest and you kissed her head, holding the little angel as Jeff wrapped his arms around you, both of you unable to stop from crying at the sight of her. Just like that, you were okay being known as Mom and Dad from now on.
The chaos calmed by the end of the night. The baby was cleaned and brought back to your room for the rest of the night. You had been able to breastfeed and Jeff learned to swaddle and change the diaper. Then as much as you had wanted to stay awake and stare at your beautiful girl you had drifted off to sleep for a little while.
The sound of her crying had woken you up but instead of moving, you opened your eyes to see that Jeff was already picking her up to rock her gently. He was already a natural at this. You pretended to still be asleep as you watched him with her. He looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Grabbing your phone, he put on Night Moves with the volume low and danced slowly with the baby.
“Sweet summertime summer time.” He sang lowly to her until she quieted down, cooing in his arms with her big beautiful eyes looking up at him.
You watched him take a seat on the chair, holding her in his arms as he looked down at her with tear glossed eyes rimmed with dark circles from lack of sleep but a smile on his face nonetheless.
“I knew from the moment I met your mother that she would be my wife. We would talk about one day having a baby. We both wanted a girl. I never thought I could have more love for your mother than I already did, but watching her today…” He sniffled back a tear. “She gave me the greatest gift on earth. She gave me you. And I will thank her for that every day because you are the love of my life. I promise that I will love and care for you with every fiber of my being. As long as there is breath in me and your mother, you will never face anything alone. Everything I am and everything I have is yours.”
The first-time Bucky tries to touch your stomach, Natasha
attacks him and Thor puts him in a restrictive hold. It had been innocent, just
Bucky wanting to feel the baby kick, and suddenly your two self-appointed
protectors are flying across the room and restraining him.
“Oh my God!” you yelp, “Tasha! Thor! Stop it! Let him go!”
Neither of them listen to you, and Natasha starts growling at Bucky in Russian,
Steve runs into the room, and lets out a put-upon sigh when
he sees Tasha and Thor. “Guys, let him go”
“He hurt her once, I won’t let him hurt her again” Tasha
snarled, but she slowly let him go.
Thor released Bucky once Natasha had. The god still glared
at Bucky, but he stepped out of the room at Steve’s insistence.
“Ow” Bucky groaned sitting up from his position on the
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine. Just have a few new bruises”
“Help me up and we can go to my room. You can feel our son
kick there, hopefully no one will attack you when we’re there.”
Bucky smiles and gently pulls you up from the couch. Two
weeks after Bucky had found everyone in Ireland, you had decided to move back
to New York. You didn’t have to hide from Bucky anymore so there was no point
to be out of the country. The two of you head to the elevator and JARVIS takes
you up to your floor.
Once you close the door to your floor, Bucky turns to look
at you, hope in his eyes, “I can really touch you?”
You smile softly, “Yes you can.” Ever since he had been
back, you had barely let Bucky touch you. At first it had been because you were
skeptical, you didn’t quite believe his story about Rumlow and Hydra. You
didn’t believe him until he showed you the files and the plans that Hydra had
for you and your son. Hydra had used one of their undercover nurses to find out
about the pregnancy, Bucky had taken care of her, and they had intended to use
your breakup with Bucky to bring you back to Hydra.
Bucky gently nudged you backwards until your legs nudge
against the bed, then he helps you up onto it. Bucky arranges you so you were
laying on your back and supported by a bunch of pillows.
His hands hover over the hem of your t-shirt, which is
really his shirt, he looks up at you with big, desperate grey eyes, “Can I …”
You pull up your shirt and tug your yoga pants down slightly,
exposing your stomach in its entirety. Bucky’s fingers tremble as he brushed
them gently along our stomach. You were lucky, there weren’t very many
stretchmarks on you, and you made sure that your skin stayed silky soft. Bucky let out a soft sob when you took one of his hands and pressed it flat to
your stomach. After a moment, the baby kicked, right where his hand was.
“The baby just kicked me!” He gasped, eyes wide with
“Yeah babe, he did”
Bucky leaned down and pressed a kiss just below your belly
button, nuzzling closer when the baby began to nudge him again. Suddenly Bucky
looked up at you with tear filled eyes, “I so sorry I haven’t been there for
you” he sobbed, “I missed so much, I missed you
“Come here, baby”
Bucky crawled up the bed and tucked himself tightly against
your back, a pillow supporting your stomach. You lace your fingers with his and
lay your hands over your stomach.
You can feel Bucky nizzle the back of your neck, laying
quietly with you for a while. After about an hour he sits up, “Doll, I gotta
tell you something” he pulls you up into a sitting position
“What is it?”
“I need you to stand up for a minute”
You heave yourself onto your feet. Bucky drops down onto one
knee, and hesitantly reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small black box.
You gasp, your eyes widening, one hand rising to cover your mouth. “Buck, is
“Just give me a minute” He takes a deep breath. “I know that
I’m a major fuck up, that I can never seem to do the right thing when it comes
to you. But, I love you with everything I have. I love you with all my soul,
and I love our child even though they aren’t even here yet. I know that I’ve
done horrible things, and that I can never escape that, but you make me better.
You make me whole. Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
You gasp, “Yes! Oh, my God, Bucky, yes!”
With a delighted laugh, he slides the ring onto your finger
and wraps you with a tight hug. You laugh when he spins you around, he’s strong
enough to lift you even with your added weight. Suddenly you feel a warm, wet
sensation in your pants.
“What is it, doll?” Bucky sets you down, still grinning. His
smile immediately falls when he sees your concerned face
“My water just broke” you whisper
“What? Speak up, I can’t hear you”
“My water just broke, Buck. The baby’s coming”
Natasha has been
alerted, and Bruce is on his way. James, if you would kindly sit Y/N in a chair
and breath, sir. It would be most unfortunate for you to faint
“I’m calm, I’m calm” Bucky rushes. He quickly scoops you up
and gently sets you down in a chair, gripping your hand with his.
Tasha is the first one to get to the room, “Y/N, where is
“In the closet.” You gasp as you feel your first
contraction. It isn’t the worst pain you have ever felt, not yet, but you can
tell that eventually when they come closer together it’s going to feel like
Tasha pulls the blanket and sheet back, laying out a
waterproof cover onto the bed. She then lays down another sheet and several
towels. You were going to give birth in the tower, Tony and Bruce had the most
advanced technology in America, and since Bruce was technically a doctor he had
agreed to help you. Soon everyone was gathered in the room, Bruce wheeling in
an IV pole, and Tony bringing in a heart monitoring system for you and the
Bucky gently smooths your hair out of your face, “How ya
doin’, doll?” he whispered
You chuckle, “As well as I can be right now”
“Barnes, help Y/N onto the bed, she needs to get into her
gown. Everyone but James, turn around” Tasha snaps
Bucky helps you strip down and get into a nightgown. As soon
as you put your hand onto the bed you feel another contraction squeeze through
Bruce quickly put on a pair of gloves, “Your contraction are
7 minutes apart, Y/N. That’s a little close, I’d like to check and see how
dilated you are.”
You nod quietly and finish getting onto the bed. Bruce is
quick at checking your dilation, “You’re 5 almost 6 centimeters dilated. Your
labor is progressing rapidly, but you need to be at least 10 centimeters before
you start pushing.”
“It’s probably the serum speeding everything up” Steve says,
sitting down beside Bucky.
You nod quietly and try to relax into the sheets. Thor and
Tasha sit on the other side of the bed, Clint and Tony taking seats at the end,
and Bruce rechecks all his supplies.
“I need to move; I need to kneel” you whimper after about 30
minutes of labor
Bucky helps you into a kneeling position, crouching in front
of you, allowing you to support yourself on his shoulders. Bruce checks your
dilation again, “9 centimeters, Y/N. Just a little while longer and you can
You rest your hands on the bed so you are on your hands and
knees and gently rock yourself back and forth. Tasha puts your hair up into a
bun, and Thor grabs some ice for you to chew on.
“I need to push” you gasp out 20 minutes later
Bruce quickly puts on a fresh set of gloves and checks you
one last time. “Alright, you’re fully dilated, you can push on the next
You raise yourself up and grab onto Bucky’s shoulders,
spreading your knees a bit wider. At your next contraction, you start to push,
letting out a sob as you bear down as hard as you can. You keep pushing until
the contraction fades and even then, you give tiny little pushes, ready to meet
your child. You had decided to keep the gender a surprise, but you had a
feeling that you were going to have a son.
You have only been pushing for about 15 minutes when Bruce
spoke up, “The baby’s beginning to crown, if you reach down now you can feel
You do as Bruce suggests, releasing one of Bucky’s shoulder
and reaching down to feel your baby, you let out a chocked sob when your
fingers come in contact with hair.
“You’re doing so good, doll, so good. I’m so proud of you”
Bucky whispers, kissing your forehead.
At the next contraction, you push even harder, crying out
when the baby’s head is free from your body.
“Don’t push, Y/N. Bruce has to get the fluid out of the
baby’s lungs” Tasha whispers, quickly handing Bruce another towel.
You nod quietly, trembling as you resist the urge to push.
Once he baby’s lungs were clear, you were given permission to push again. The
baby’s shoulders were quick to deliver and once the shoulders were clear, you
quickly reached down to catch the baby as the rest of it slid out.
“Alright, Y/N, swing your leg up and roll onto your back,
you have to deliver the placenta”
You obey quickly, Bucky helping you keep your balance when
you refuse to let go of your baby. Once you are on your back, Bruce hands Bucky
a towel to wipe off the blood. You quickly glance at the baby and gasp when you
see that your baby is a little boy.
“Bucky” you whisper frantically, “We have a son, Buck, we
have a little boy! Guys, you have a nephew!”
Tony and Thor shout with joy, clamoring to get a peek at the
You stifle a giggle and glance over at Steve, “Looks like
you’re a grandpa, Steve!”
Steve lets out an indignant sound, “No way! I’m the same age
as the kids’ dad! I’m gonna be the best uncle ever! If anything, Thor would be
the grandpa, he’s over a thousand years old!”
Thor lets out a booming laugh, “Ay, I am”
You chuckle, “Alright, alright. Everyone can be aunts and
uncles, if anything Phil or Nick can be the grandpa”
Tony lets out a roar of laughter, “That’ll be the day! Grandpa
Bruce smiles, “I think that the baby needs a bath, and you,
Y/N need a shower. Tasha and I will give the baby a bath, Clint and Tony can
clean up, and Bucky you will help get your fiancé clean … oh! And think of a
name of the little guy!”
You look up at Bucky, reluctantly handing over your baby,
and heading toward the bathroom, “Have you thought of any names?”
“Umm, Richard? No, then his nickname would be Dick, not
“How about Christopher?”
“Yeah, Christopher, I like that. What about his middle
Bucky blushes, “Can his middle name be Steven?”
“Yeah, I think that’s a fitting name” You start rinsing off,
“You know Steve’s gonna cry when he finds out the name”
“I’m looking forward to seeing the bastard cry” Bucky chuckled,
”So his first name is Christopher and his middle name is Steven”
“Yeah,” you whisper, “Christopher Steven Barnes”
“I love it, and I love you” Bucky whispered, leaning in to
give you a kiss.
You kiss him back, “I’m all clean, now we need to get out so
I can get back to our baby, and so we can tell everyone his name”
Once you and Jason finish drying off, you walk back out into
the bedroom. Tasha was holding her nephew, whispering Russian endearments to
him. You walk over and scoop the baby up, nuzzling his cheek, “I’m going to
feed him, can’t have the little prince go hungry!”
Everyone gather back into the room as you settled down.
Tasha once again perching on the side of the bed, “What’s his name?”
You glance over at Steve, “Christopher Steven Barnes. Chris
Thor grinned, “A fine name for a prince! A mighty name for a
Steve stands there, his mouth open in shock, “Did you … did
“Yeah, Cap, we named him after you, thought he might get
some of your good luck and old fashion charm”
Steve sniffles and tries to hold back his tears, “I’m … so
Bucky pulls Steve into a hug, “You’re my best friend, of
course I’m gonna name my first son after you”
Steve grins, “We’re gonna call in some food, do you want
Bucky chuckles, “What the lady said. Y/N and I’ll stay here
with Chris for now. JARVIS will let us know when the food gets here”
Everyone files out of the room quietly so you and Bucky are
left alone. You glance over at Bucky, who climb into the bed beside you. You
look up at your new fiancé, and then down at your son. All of the people you
love are in the next room. You couldn’t think of a better way to bring a child
into the word, so loves and so full of potential. Everyone who matters is here,
everyone has come home.
I wrote the birth scene as
well as I could. I have never had a baby, but I have witnessed several being
this ends the Gone series. If anyone has any ideas for another series I can
write please message me! I need some ideas! Just send them to my inbox!
Summary: Not only is Dean plagued with the nervousness of being a new father, but he’s also cursed with sympathy pains.
Warnings: Mentions of birth and pregnancy, some cursing, ultimate fluff.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback (it brings me life).
The bunker door opening catches your attention. You put down your favorite book and look at the two despondent Winchesters.
“How’d the hunt go?” you ask, rubbing your hands gently over your husband’s tense shoulders once he sits down next to you.
Dean lets out a deep breath. “Damn witch got away. Popped me with a spell, but we think it’s harmless.”
You frown, resting your head on his shoulder.
“How are you two doing?” Dean asks, lovingly placing his rough hands on your swollen stomach.
You place your hand over his gently. “Pretty good. Little sucker keeps kicking. I think he or she wants to get out ASAP.”
Dean finally cracks a smile. “Well I can’t wait to meet him or her.”
A month later, you, Sam and Dean are researching a case for a fellow hunter nearby. You’re taking a sip of tea when you feel a sudden wetness drench your pants and the chair you’re sitting in.
Your wide eyes find Dean’s as you whisper out “I think its time.”
He and Sam seem to freeze, and you can almost see the wheels turning in their head before they both stand up and rush around.
Dean’s running to get your overnight bag and Sam’s running to get the Impala ready.
A sudden contraction seems to knock the air of your lungs as you bend over in discomfort. Down the hall, you hear Dean grunt as well.
He comes back soon with three large bags in his arms. One hand is over his stomach and his face is twisted in a grimace.
“Are you okay, baby?” you ask with concern. Before he can answer, another wave a pain sweeps through you, causing you to grit your teeth and clutch to your abdomen.
The dropping of bags startles you. When you look up, you see Dean shutting his eyes in pain as he holds onto his own stomach.
“Sam!” you yelp out, trying to make your way over to Dean. “What hurts, Dean?”, you question him, examining his stomach for any outside damage.
“My goddamn stomach feels like it wants to be ripped out”, he winces, clutching onto you.
Sam rushes in not a moment later, eyes widening in panic at his brother’s poor shape. “What’s wrong with him?” he asks while helping Dean stand.
“I don’t know”, you whimper out, your own pain consuming your mind. Luckily, Sam’s a big guy, so he can help both you and Dean to the car. Sam speeds to the nearest hospital, periodically looking over to the both of you writhing in excruciating pain.
Finally, you all make it the hospital. At first, the nurses try to take Dean to a separate room than you, but the pain inside you fuels your anger as you demand he stay with you. They reluctantly agree, laying the both of you on separate beds in the same room.
While the doctor checks how dilated you are, a horde of nurses check on Dean.
There’s a moment of silence from Dean’s side of the room before the head nurse whispers “There’s nothing wrong with him.”
Another nurse slightly chuckles. “Sympathy pains”, she says while pointing to you.
Most of the nurses leave after Dean is hooked up to a ton of machines and is given pain meds through his IV. You look over to your husband with sad eyes. You were feeling everything at once- pain, fear, and loneliness. You really needed him right now.
Closing your eyes, you silently prayed for Cas to come and help. You know the angel is busy in heaven, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
The soft fluttering of wings interrupt your thoughts. Cas strides over to Dean, placing his hand on Dean’s sweaty forehead.
“Witch spell. I’ll be right back”, Cas swiftly says. He returns a few minutes later, wiping blood off of his hands onto his trench coat. “It’s done.” You thank Cas with your eyes as he leaves the room, supposedly to sit with Sam in the waiting room.
When another contraction comes along, only you cry out in pain. Dean quickly rips the cords and tubes from his body as he rushes over to you. “It’s alright baby girl. You can do this. I know its hard.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead and holds your hand.
The doctor and nurses come in, slightly confused by Dean’s sudden recovery. Nonetheless, they instruct you to start pushing.
You’re almost positive you’ve broken Dean’s hand after the first hour of pushing. You’re exhausted and mentally worn out and you can’t help but let tears run down your face.
“Dean, I can’t do this”, you sob out, feeling weaker than ever before.
He brushes some of you hair out of you face while staring into your eyes. “Y/N, you’re the toughest person I know. You took care of me while I was experiencing your pain instead of the other way around. I know it hurts, baby. But, you’re almost there. You can do this.”
With a few more determined pushes, you slump into the bed as soft cries fill the room. “You did such an amazing job, sweetheart”, Dean says while kissing your temple lovingly.
“It’s a boy!” the doctor announces. You and Dean break out in a smile. “Our Bobby-John Winchester”, you whisper out as happy tears stream out of Dean and your eyes.
“Bobby-John Winchester”, Dean repeats, a huge grin spreading across his face.
It’s not long before you and Bobby-John are cleaned up. His small hands clutch onto you as he softly sleeps. Dean looks at the both of you with pure love and adoration, an almost carefree look in his candy green eyes.
Sam and Cas soon walk in, huge grins on their faces too. You can’t help but let more joyful tears go. Although a bit unconventional, this was your family. And it couldn’t be more perfect.
Please pick up the phone. Please pick up the phone.
*hey it’s Justin. Sorry I didn’t answer but I’ll call you back later* *beep*
“Hey J its Y/N im going into labor. Your mom is taking me to the hospital right now. I know you’re half way across the world but I just wanted to let you know that I love you. You’re probably on stage right now and won’t get this until after your show but please just call me as soon as you can. I will send you pictures of our baby girl when she is born. Well we just got to the hospital so I have to go. I love you so much and I can’t wait for you to come home and see her. Alright, bye.”
You said and then hung up the phone and hopped out of the car, grabbing your hospital bag, and headed for the entrance.
“Oh my goodness I can’t believe this is finally happening! I’m so excited. Im going to go check you in then get you a wheel chair. Just sit down for a minute.” Pattie said then left to the check in counter.
You thought you would text Scooter and let him know what’s happening since he was always on his phone and he was practically like a father to you since your real one was a dead beat.
Y/N: hey Scooter. Just thought I’d let you know that the baby is coming soon. We just got the hospital and we are checking in now. I tried calling Justin but he didn’t answer so I left him a message. I’ll keep you updated as things move along.
Scooter: oh my goodness! I will be on a plane as soon as I can! Im so sorry we aren’t there for you at this moment Y/N. Justin is actually out at his after party right now but I know he will be back soon and when he gets back we will be on the first flight home. Stay strong. Love you kid.
Y/N: who’s he out with tonight? And I know how important Justins career and fans are to him so I get it that you guys have to go away. And I can’t wait to see you guys. The doctor is bringing the wheel chair to take me to my room so ill text you in a little bit.
*end of text convo*
The doctor had you grab all of your things and then he rolled you back into a hallway labeled labor and delivery and gave you a room. He asked you the normal question and took your heart rate and blood pressure and all that stuff then he had you put on a hospital gown. After you were done he came back and had to check how dilated you were and he said you were only at 2. Your contractions were really starting to hurt after the first hour and the doctor came and checked on you every so often.
“Honey I know it is hurting know but just think in a few hours you are going to be holding your beautiful baby girl in your arms.” Pattie said with a smile. You know she was trying to make you feel better but nothing was helping you at this point. You just wanted Justin to be here. Speaking of Justin, you never did see if Scooter texted you back about him.
Scooter: … he’s out with Hailey. But don’t work yourself up about it Y/N. They’re just friends.
Scooter: how are things going?
Scooter: Justin just got here
Scooter: we are heading to the airport now.
He was out with Hailey… he was out partying with some girl while you’re here in labor with his child.
The doctor had just came in and said you were dilated to a 9 so it would only be about 15 minutes until you had to push. Patties face lit up when the doctor said that. You told the doctors you wanted to have her in the room with you and so they gave her one of those outfit things and she went and got suited up. You decided to let all of the fans know what was happening since they’ve been so supportive throughout this whole pregnancy.
(Twitter) @Y/T/N: its time guys! Im going to deliver in a few minutes just thought I’d let you know <3
After twitter you decided to check instagram and you honestly went into shock when you saw Justins most recent picture. It was him and Hailey… kissing. You honestly wanted to break down in tears. Pattie walked in with a huge smile on her face but it instantly dropped when she the tears in your eyes.
“What’s wrong” she asked, giving you a hug. You handed her the phone, not being able to comprehend any words, and she looked speechless as she saw the picture.
“I am so sorry honey. You don’t deserve this. I promise he will be in big trouble when I see him. But right now you can’t worry about it. We have to go and deliver your baby” she said trying to make the situation better. It did put a little smile on your face. You’re really about to have a baby. The doctor wheeled you out on your gurney and took you to a delivery room. Even though Justin basically cheated on you, you wanted nothing more than for him to be by your side right now.
“Alright on 3 im going to need a big push okay? 1, 2, 3” the doctor said over and over as you pushed and pushed for what felt like hours. You had never felt so much pain in your entire life and you were just ready to get her out. Then all of the sudden you felt all of the pressure release out of your body and you knew she was here.
You heard the little cries and happy tears came to your eyes. The doctor handed her to you and she was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your entire life. You decided to name her Skylar Avalanna Bieber. After you had her for a minute the doctors had to take her away to wash her off and stuff. Pattie was standing there with a huge smile on her face and you gave her a huge smile back.
*1 hour later*
They still hadn’t brought your baby back and you were honestly starting to get worried. You and Pattie were just sitting there holding each other’s hands praying to god that your baby would be okay. Finally the doctor walked in with a sad face and your stomach dropped as he spoke.
“ I’m sorry miss but your baby didn’t make it. Her lungs filled with fluid and she couldn’t get any oxygen. We tried are best to drain the fluid but her heart gave out to quickly. This isn’t your fault it just happens sometimes. Im so sorry again miss. I leave you alone for a while. If you need me just push the button” he said and then left the room.
Pattie had tears streaming down her face but never the less sat up on the bed and just held you as you screamed and wailed and cried violently.
After about 2 hours of constant crying, your tears dried up and you just lay on the bed with the most broken heart you’d ever had. Eventually Pattie left the room to go and collect herself. A few minutes later you heard the door bust open and happy voices leak through.
Once they saw you they all got silent. You heard the doctor’s voice enter the room and tell them all to go out into the hallway.
“I’m really sorry to inform you guys of this but the baby didn’t make it.” He said then a huge wail came from you were assuming Justin’s mouth.
After a few minutes everyone slowly came in the room. No one spoke a word. I don’t think there is really anything you can say when this happens.
Justin walked over to you and tried to hug you but you pushed him away. Then something in you just became angry. Angry that he wasn’t here. He wasn’t here for you when you were giving birth to your daughter. He was out with some girl. Kissing some girl.
“So did you have fun with Hailey” you said as tears started flowing out of your eyes again. You looked over at all of them to see worried faces and Justin’s face just dropped.
“Did you have fun kissing that bitch while I was giving birth to our fucking daughter.” you said sitting up. Justin just stood there speechless and so did everyone else.
“Why weren’t you here Justin? Why for one god damn day couldn’t you just be there for me? I needed you and you weren’t here. You’re never here. I fucking hate you I hate you I hate you” you said hitting his chest over and over before finally collapsing into his arms and screaming.
“Why did this happen to us?” you asked Justin but he stayed silent just rubbing your back. Eventually everyone drifted over and hugged you while crying.
After a while everyone left the room except Justin. He just sat there holding your hand. You knew you shouldn’t forgive him but you needed him right now.
“I got to hold her you know. She was so beautiful. She looked just like you.” You said as a single stray tear left your eye. You looked at Justin to see tears falling out of his eyes.
“Im so sorry I wasn’t here for you. I would give up anything to have been able to see her just one time. Just to be able to hold her.” He said as tears were flowing from his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. This was his daughter too.
“Justin can you just hold me please” you said wanting nothing more than to be comforted by him at the moment. He nodded and laid down with you in the bed and wrapped him arms around you.
“I love you so much baby girl. Im so sorry this happened.” He said. You didn’t even have the energy to respond. You just felt dead inside knowing you would never be able to see or hold your daughter again.
You and Justin laid there all night in silence, letting out a tear every now and then. Neither of you could sleep. Even though you guys were both in so much pain you knew that you guys had to tell the fans who had probably been expecting baby pictures.
Twitter- @JustinBieber: Skylar Avalanna Bieber. 6 pounds. 3 ounces. 18 inches. R.I.P my baby girl. Daddy will miss you and love you forever.
Twitter- @Y/T/N- im sorry to inform you all but our baby girl skylar has passed away. Mommy will miss you forever and im sorry.
You both posted and got responses immediately with im sorry messages.
“What are we supposed to do now Justin” you said knowing that you were going to get discharged today. How were you going to just go on with life knowing the baby girl you carried inside you for nine months isn’t coming home with you?
“We just have to take it day by day. Be there for each other. Know that everything is going to be okay eventually” he says kissing your forehead.
“Nothing will ever be okay again” you said. You gave him a kiss hoping that it would somehow fill the void in your heart.
In that very moment you felt a little hand touch your cheek and you knew it was her. You knew that even though she wasn’t physically here, she was here. You knew she was safe with god and that you would see your again.
A/N: An anon request for a Spencer and JJ (I decided they aren’t together) where she is pregnant with Henry. In a later episode, Spencer mentions that he memorized a birthing manual just in case she went into labor in the field, so that’s what’s about to happen. Enjoy! :)
He was constantly memorizing things. It kept his mind occupied, and with an eidetic memory, he could hold almost anything in his brain, so he could in essence, be prepared for anything. Months back, when JJ first told the team she was pregnant with a baby boy, he’s memorize a pregnancy manual on the chance that she went into labor in the field. Problem was, there were certain things that no matter how much book learning one had, it helped little in the case of practical applications.
JJ wasn’t supposed to be due for another month, so while most of the members of the team were in the middle of yearly reviews, Spencer and JJ went to ran an errand on behalf of the director. And now…
The car broke down.
They were in the middle of nowhere.
An ambulance wouldn’t be able to get to them for another 20-to-30 minutes…
…and JJ’s water just broke.
“Ahhhhh!!!!!” she screamed, clutching her stomach as a contraction hit her. “Oh, god, Spence, what are we gonna do?” Her head snapped toward him in a panic. This baby wasn’t supposed to be due for another four weeks, but there was absolutely no doubt that these were full on contractions and not false contractions. The ripples subsided and she was able to take a deep breath to try and clear her mind.
Immediately, Spencer hopped out of the government car and told JJ to move to the back seat. “How far apart are your contractions?” he asked, hoping that maybe they were far enough apart that the ambulance would get there on time.
“About three and a half minutes,” she said through staggered breaths. “That means I’m close, aren’t I?” Another contraction started up and she screamed, clutching on to her stomach with one hand and the car seat with the other.
Oh shit. He was going to have to, at least partially, deliver JJ’s baby. He could recite the book in his head, but having to apply that to a living, breathing, screaming human being…that was completely different. “Yea, it does,” he said as he removed her pants. “Sorry, but we’re going to have to do this here.”
“Lovely,” she groaned as her head fell back into the seat. “You think the Bureau’s gonna make me pay for messing up the car?” She was trying to inject some humor into the situation so she wouldn’t lose her mind, but it wasn’t working very well. “Do we have any water? Anything?” The sweat built up on her brow with each tightening of her stomach. No one could possibly prepare a woman for how much this hurt.
While another contraction rolled through her body, now about three minutes apart, Spencer ran to the back of the car where they had a 24-pack of water bottles. “This is going to have to do,” he said, pouring one of the bottles on his hands to clean them as best he could. “Now, I know this sucks, but I’m going to have to check how dilated you are.”
“How do you know how to do this?” she asked. “Actually why am I asking that? You’re Spencer.”
“I memorized a birthing manual for what I thought was the off chance you would go into labor in the field, so you’re going to be fine,” he said confidently. He definitely didn’t feel that way, but he wouldn’t allowed to let his scared, pregnant friend in on that little fact. “Now, can you turn to your left side? It’ll keep pressure off of the vena cava, a blood vessel that delivers oxygen to the baby.”
With all of the effort she could muster, she pushed up and turned her body to the left, watching as her stomach hardened and then softened. Contractions were gross and scary. “Okay, JJ,” he said, a little more frantically than he wanted, “Look at me. You are at ten centimeters, which means when you feel the next contraction, you have to push.” She was really hoping that the ambulance would get here before that happened, but if she had to trust anyone other than a medical professional, it was Spence. “I know you’re scared, but I’m not going to let anything happen to you or the baby, okay?”
“Okay,” she nodded as the contractions started again. Bearing down as hard as she could brought a blood-curdling scream from her throat. “Oh my god.”
Her breathing was erratic. She would definitely lose oxygen if she didn’t steady herself. Reaching up, he grabbed her hand. “JJ, breathe in through your nose and then out through your mouth in short bursts. He needs oxygen and so do you.” She did as he instructed, feeling slightly better as the next contraction started. “Okay, again, bear down for 10 seconds…10…9…8…7…6…”
As she bore down, Spencer could see the baby’s head. God this was so surreal. “I can see his head, JJ. You’re doing great. Take another deep breath and try and relax for another 20 seconds.”
It was barely five seconds later when she felt the burning need to push again. “That wasn’t 20 seconds…you lied,” she said. “You’re supposed to be my best friend, why would you lie to me?”
“It was a guesstimate,” he said defensively before realizing she was joking. “I’m pretty sure he’s going to come out in the next push or two. You’re almost there. Push!”
The baby was coming. JJ continued to push as Spencer stared in awe slash horror at the miracle of birth. How she was still breathing was a miracle to him. With one final push, JJ’s baby boy made his way into the world. He pulled off his suit jacket without a second thought and swaddled the little boy as best he could, placing him in his mother’s arms as he told JJ to push once more. “Oh my god,” she cried, gliding her pointer finger over her newborn’s face. “He’s so beautiful. Thank you, Spence.”
“No problem,” he said reflexively. Also a little white lie. He was about to piss himself, but it didn’t matter. The baby was here and he seemed to be okay. As if on cue, the ambulance siren went off in the distance. “Now they come.”
“You’re the best uncle in the whole world,” JJ sighed. “Thank you for keeping me calm.”
“Calm?” he laughed. “I don’t know if you screaming bloody murder counts as calm.”
“I had a human exiting my body, Spence. Don’t even.”
The ambulance pulled up behind them and the EMT’s checked JJ out to make sure she was okay. Everything was fine. Of course, Spencer had done everything correctly. “I’ll call Will on the way to the hospital and have him meet us there,” he said, watching as JJ and the as-yet-unnamed baby boy were loaded into the ambulance. There was barely enough room, but Spencer managed to get in and stay out of the professionals’ way.
Within 15 minutes, they arrived at the hospital, mom and baby perfectly healthy and happy. “Oh my god,” Will said from down the hallway, as his girlfriend and baby rolled into the hospital. “Thank god you’re okay. What happened?”
“The car broke down and my water broke. Uncle Spencer here saved the day.”
“You delivered my baby boy?” he asked, his southern twang even thicker under stress. “Thank you, Spencer. Thank you for taking care of them. I can never repay you enough.” While JJ was rolled into a room, Will hugged Spencer as tightly as he could. “Don’t worry, JJ and I will make sure that you are his favorite uncle for as long as we live.”
It was a surreal experience, but he thanked whoever was listening that he was there when she needed him. “Seems only fair. Do you two have a name yet?”
“Henry,” JJ smiled, looking at Will with a nod. “We were going to ask you anyway, but now that you delivered him too, will you be his godfather?”
Reaching out, he cradled the baby boy in his arms. “Henry, hi. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m glad you’re okay.”
prompt; “Hey, hey, calm down,
they can’t hurt you anymore.”
“Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore,” Dean whispered
as the medics put you on the stretcher after you suffered your match against
Evolution. The Authority threatened the Shield with firing all of them and told
the four of you the only way that you could avoid termination of your contract
was to compete in a match against Evolution – Triple H, Batista and Randy Orton
– on your own.
interferences, no DQs, no mercy,” Triple H had said, “Survive the 20-minute match
and your jobs are safe,” he promised and Dean stepped forward, taking the
challenge but Triple H shook his head.
“I don’t mean you, lunatic, I mean
her,” he said, pointing at you as the crowd started screaming.
“I just have to survive?” you asked,
grabbing the mic from Dean who shook his head rapidly at you. Triple H nodded
and you frowned.
“Alright,” you said shaking his hand
before anyone could stop you
and now, here you were, having a neck brace put on as another began to check
the dilation in your pupils.
“Dean, my neck; my neck hurts so
bad,” you whimpered through the tears as he grasped your hand and walked up the
barricade next to you. You went into surgery that night, the boys staying in
the waiting room to await the news of your surgery. When the doctor walked out,
the three stood up and moved forward.
“How is she? What happened? Is she
going to be okay?” the three asked and the doctor nodded.
“We were able to fuse her neck but
it’s going to be a long recovery for her, she needs her rest right now,” the
doctor said before walking away the men.
You had been ambushed, attacked by
men of the locker room who were angry at the opportunities that your boyfriend
was given as a new member of the main roster and instead of going after Finn,
they came after you, being sure to make this beating a message.
You looked up just in time to see
Karl Anderson stomp down on your chest making you gasp out for air, nothing
filling your lungs as you rolled onto your side, Seth kicking you in the back
as you groaned in pain, squeezing your eyes shut as you hoped for it to be
over. “Hey,” you heard a thick Irish accent yell and footsteps as you sighed in
relief as the pain was gone. You looked up to see Finn looking down at you and
leaning down to grasp your face in his hands.
“Babe,” he whispered, brushing the
tears away as you began to sob, the bruises and cuts already forming as you
reached weakly for him, Sami and Neville behind him as they had helped push
away the men from you. “Hey, hey, calm
down, they can’t hurt you anymore,” he whispered, pulling you close and
kissing your temple as he held you close, vowing to never let anyone hurt you
& Big Cass;
“Now, now Y/N, join the Club or suffer the consequence,”
AJ Styles yelled into the mic, moving toward you as Gallows and Anderson
surrounded you on both sides, ready to attack if you needed to be taught a
“I don’t really like orange peels, mom,” you replied slowly into the mic, dropping
it and moving to walk past him and leave the ring when he grabbed your hair, pulling
you back to hit the ground and the rest of the Club entered the ring, setting
you up for a magic killer as you suddenly heard a strong beat hit the speakers
just as you were spun to the ground.
Enzo and Big Cass came storming down
the ramp as they jumped into the ring to protect you. Big Cass stomped out the
three of them as Enzo came to check on you, bending down to make sure you were
awake and saw that you were quite shaken from the move.
“Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore,” he whispered,
pulling you up gently as his hand wrapped around your waist as Big Cass yelled
to The Club how sawft they were.
Months had passed by and you were at your due date. “Are you sure you want to do this alone?” Simon asked looking at you, your hand was on your hip and you gave him a look, he took this as the cue to leave and he left the room. “He’s just looking out for ya, we all are.” Negan said sitting on the sofa and reading through a clipboard. “Yeah well, good thing I have grown men looking out for me instead of the father of this child.” You said sitting on the sofa before groaning and standing back up. “You need to relax and just breath.” You shot a glare at Negan. “Relax?! Really! I have a nine-month child inside of me that was due a week ago and they won’t come out! It’s like they’re tormenting me, grabbing on my rib cage and swinging around. ‘I’m not coming out!’ that’s what the baby is saying Negan!” He held his hands up in defense. “Pregnant women are scary.” He mumbled standing up and rubbing your shoulders. “We just want to make sure you’re ready for this.” You nodded and strolled over to the window.
“NEGAN!” You screamed sitting up on the bed and clutching your stomach. Simon, who was in the corner of the room bolted up and ran to your side. “Is it time?” He asked looking at you. “I wouldn’t be screaming in agony if it wasn’t! Get Negan!” You cried out looking around the room and getting up. “What are you doing?” He asked you as he went to the door. “I am not having the baby in here, meet me at the doctors’ room!” He ran out the door and you slowly wobbled out behind him. “Eugine!” You yelled banging on his door on the way. Negan had brought him back here after he had learnt to make bullets. You heard all the stories and you even got Eugine to catch you up on everything going on back home. Although you didn’t want to know everything you felt like you had to, you knew that most of them hated you especially Rick but you felt like you’d gotten so close that you missed them. “Eugine it’s happening! Right now!” You yelled as he came out in a robe. “Let’s go.” You said walking off to the doctors’ office down the hallway.
“You sure it’s time?” Negan asked as he looked at you. “Pretty 100% sure that the baby is coming out considering my water broke less than ten minutes ago!” You yelled holding his hand tightly as another contraction came around. “Okay, it’s coming!” He yelled at Eugine who was at the other side of you. “I can’t do this, I’m just a kid!” You yelled at the doctor who was checking how dilated you were. “Looks like you’re about 10cms.” You glared at him. “About 10 cms?! I better be 10cms! Because I am not pushing this baby out unless I’m ready!” He nodded and checked out. “You need to calm down,” Simon said from the side of the bed. You gripped his shirt and pulled his face close to yours. “Calm down? Really! Are you about to push something the size of a watermelon out of a 10cm hole?! No! Shut the fuck up!” You let him go and Negan rubbed your shoulders. “Just breathe. You’re almost ready to start pushing you just need to breathe.” You nodded closing your eyes and remembering the breathing exercises you had done before all of this. “Get ready to push Y/N.” You nodded and looked down at the doctor. “Three…two…one.” You pushed gripping onto Eugine and Negans hands for support.
“Fuck I can’t do this.” You said leaning back in the chair and looking at Negan. You were sweating like a Nun in a brothel and you were shaking. “I can’t.” You whispered letting tears roll down your face. “You’re almost there, they’re almost out just one more push.” The doctor said rubbing your knees. You took in a deep breath before pushing as hard as you could. “Come on Y/N, You can do it.” Negan said rubbing your shoulders trying to comfort you. “One more.” The doctor said again. “You said that two pushes ago!” You yelled while pushing. “And she’s here.” You instantly relaxed like sponges dipping into hot water and looked down at the baby. “She?” You asked looking from the doctor to Negan who was now holding your baby. “She.” He said looking at you and coming over with her in his arms. “She’s so pretty.” You said letting some silent tears roll again. “The other one is ready.” You shot up looking down at the doctor. “Other one!?” You yelled looking at him. “Yes the other one, you’re having twins.” Your eyes widened and you looked at Negan. “I can’t do this again.” He sighed and Eugine took your hand. “Just push Y/N.” He whispered to you.
You rocked the cot in your room and tightened the belt to your robe up. “Negan is going to Alexandria,” Eugine said to you. You stopped at the window and looked out at him at the vans. “He wanted to know if you were coming?” You looked over at the twins. “It’s been two months since they were born. Do you think it’s time they see them?” He asked looking at you and going over to the twins. “I don’t know, what do you think Sophia and Alex?” You said walking over to them and smiling. “Maybe it’s worth going to see him…maybe they’ll change their minds once they see them.” You nodded and excused yourself to get changed.
You were wearing a long floral dress and the twins were in pink and blue onesies since they were boy and girl. “You’re gonna meet your daddy, not Negan because I know Negan keeps calling himself that but he’s not, he’s too old now let’s go.” You said carrying the baby car seats down the stairs with Eugine. “You ready?” Negan asked as you strapped the twins in. “More than ready. Thank Simon again for finding these.” You said strapping yourself in and looking out of the window. “You mean after the 100th time you’ve thanked him.”
You pushed the buggy through the gate and down the small hill to all the houses. “Y/n?” You turned to see Carol walking towards you. “What are you doing here?” She asked pulling you into a hug. “Well my time is up with Negan and I thought it was the time that Carl met his kids.” You said to her. “Kids? As in plural?” She asked looking in the buggy at them. “Carol meet Alex and Sophia.” You said looking at her, she was smiling widely. “I hope you don’t mind, I just know how close myself and Carl were with her.” She smiled hugging you tightly. “It’s wonderful. Come and show Daryl.” You nodded and pushed the buggy with her over to the motorbikes.
“Should of guessed you’d be here.” You said making him stand up and hug you. “This the baby?” He asked walking over to them. “Well, babies.” You said crossing your arms and smiling at him. “They’re beautiful.” He said looking from you to them. “Look just like you.” You smiled again and then looked over at the house you knew all too well. “Guess I can’t hide forever can I?” Carol shook her head. “I’ll be over in a minute.” You nodded and started pushing the pram over.
“Carl?” You asked knocking on the door. “Michonne? Anyone?” There was no answer. “I’ll come back later I guess.” You yelling going to walk away when the door cracked open. “Judith!” You yelled looking at her, she opened the door and very clumsily ran over to you falling into your arms. “Hi baby, how are you doing? You’ve grown so much yes you have.” You said to her as she giggled. “Y/N?” You looked over at the door and noticed Carl. “Hey.” You said putting her down on the floor. “People thought it was the time you met your kids.” You said walking down the porch to the pram. “Kids?” You nodded and picked up Sophia. “Sophia this is your daddy.” You said as she turned in your arms. “Sophia?” You nodded and he took her from your arms holding her. “Alex this is your dad.” You kept Alex in your arms and you heard the creak of the floor boards. “You called her Sophia?” You looked over at Rick and nodded. “I remembered how close me and Carl were and I thought it would be nice.” Rick nodded and walked over to you both. “So you staying?” You looked at Carl who was too interested in Sophia. “I shouldn’t, you sent me away and Carl didn’t want me here.” Carls head shot up. “What are you talking about?” You put Alex back into the pram. “Enid told me you guys wanted nothing to do with me and that I had ruined your life I took that as my sign to leave.” He shook his head. “I never said that, yeah dad was pissed that you were pregnant but we’d never kick you out and never to come back,” You looked around and then to Carl. “You mean all this time I was avoiding you because of some stupid girl?” He chuckled and put Sophia down. “I guess that’s true.” You scoffed and looked at Negan who was tapping his wrist. “I have to get back to Negan, I have things to do with the twins today.” Carl nodded and took your hand. “He said you could come back once you had the baby, well babies in this case.” You looked at his hand that was holding your wrist. “Yeah and?” You asked him. “Well you’ve had them…you know I still love you right?” You could have sworn you stopped breathing for a full minute. “I love you too…I guess I can come back.” You said looking at Negan who was now walking over to you. “I’m coming home.” You said to Rick who was smiling at you. “You never should have left home.” You smiled and then turned to Negan. “I’m coming home, home as in here.” He touched your shoulder gently. “I suppose that was the original deal.” You smiled and he looked at Rick. “She’ll need to come back for her stuff but then we’ll bring her back.” By now you were smiling like a mad man. “I’ll be back soon.” You said kissing Carl and pushing the babies back to the vans.
From the moment Alyn learned of my pregnancy, he took great pride in his role as Captain of the Royal Guard. During especially tense times, Alyn would entrust only his best men to watch over me in the palace. As my due date was fast approaching, his anxieties began to double– and even triple.
We held hands, sitting on a bench swing in the garden. A soft rustling in the bushes behind us sent a shiver down Alyn’s spine, and he stood to unsheath his sword. A squirrel emerged from the foliage, and scurried up a nearby tree. Alyn let out a loud sigh, and put away his weapon. I’d noticed recently that purple bags were forming under my husband’s eyes, and I wondered if he’d been sleeping.
“Um, Alyn,” I said, in a soothing tone.
“Huh?” He asked, standing before me.
“I’m feeling so tired, could we take a nap?” I asked, hoping he’d agree to rest with me.
“Mm, I’ll take you back to our chambers so you can get some sleep,” he offered.
I shook my head, “I sleep so much better when you’re resting beside me.”
After a moment’s pause, Alyn nodded. “Okay, sure, let’s go take a quick nap.”
I smiled cheerfully at him, and wrapped my fingers over the crook of his elbow, as Alyn walked me back inside. My feet shuffled slowly down the halls and into our chambers, where Alyn pulled back the covers on the bed for me. He took off his armor, stripping down to his buttoned-down shirt and trousers. I curled my body around several pillows, to cushion my aching muscles, and Alyn draped his arm over me. I wasn’t the least surprised when I heard him snoring shortly after his head touched the pillow.
I awoke, groggy and alone, with a single folded note where Alyn had been. My brows furrowed and I sighed, wishing that my husband would take some time for his body to truly relax. I took the folded parchment into my hands, and read it.
“My Dearest Queen,
I’m sorry to have to leave when you’re looking so adorable, but I’ve been summoned to a meeting. If you’re awake before I return, I’ve asked Nico and Giles to stand by in case you need anything.
All my love, Alyn”
I smiled at his handwriting, and then sighed as I tried to lift myself off the plush mattress. With a thud, my feet landed on the ground and there was a knock at my door.
“Your Majesty?” Nico called, slowly opening the door.
I turned to face him, “Yes, Nico?”
The butler quickly came to my side, “Can I get you anything? Do you need help?”
I shook my head, “How long before Alyn returns from his meeting?”
Nico shrugged, “He didn’t say, but whatever you need I’m here!”
The physical and metaphorical weight of my pregnancy was crushing my spirit, however silently, and so I looked into Nico’s wide eyes.
“Would you mind, um, rubbing my feet?” I asked through quivering lips.
When Alyn returned, I was propped against a mountain of pillows, my feet in Nico’s lap, as several servants tended to me. A maid replaced the dry washcloth from my forehead and replaced it with a cool, damp, fresh one. A seamstress was letting out the waistbands on several of my old pants and skirts. Giles had called the doctor upon my request to assess the baby’s current health and size. Leo cooled me with a paper fan, and refilled my water glass when needed.
My husband’s face turned pink, at the sight of me surrounded by half a dozen caregivers. I smiled at him, and Alyn slowly stepped closer to where I lounged in the bed. The doctor who had just finished checking my vitals began talking to us, explaining the health of the fetus.
“At this time, everything is progressing as it should,” said the doctor.
“That’s great to hear, thank you,” Alyn said.
“Doctor, when do you suspect the baby will be born?” I asked.
“Well, if I don’t hear from Sir Giles again in the next couple of days, then I will return,” the doctor said.
I nodded, and sipped on my water, motioning for Leo to take a break from fanning me. Alyn sat beside me on the bed, and leaned in, whispering in my ear.
“I’m surprised. You’ve been so adamant about not receiving special treatment this whole time,” he said.
I shrugged, and nodded toward Nico, “Well, to be honest, it all started with a foot rub.”
Nico chimed in, “Yea, then when everyone heard I’d been massaging her feet, they all offered their help.”
“I just couldn’t say no anymore,” I admitted, leaning back against the pillows.
Alyn smiled, his ruby eyes twinkling, “Then, will you allow me to assist you?”
I grinned at him, “Would you make me a special dessert?”
He kissed the top of my head, “Of course.”
Late into the evening, after having tasted Alyn’s chocolate trifle, I awoke to the sounds of whining. As my mind cleared from sleep, I realized that I had been moaning in my slumber. Alyn stirred slightly, but didn’t wake, as I stood to use the bathroom.
I thought. After I lit a lantern, I steadied myself over the granite counter, and held back my whimpers.
the realization didn’t scare me, until a sudden rush of water hit the tiled floors.
I took calming breaths and began to fill the tub, in preparation of the water birth we’d planned. The loud, echoes of the running faucet water woke Alyn from his slumber, and he came into the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. I smiled meekly at him, and clung to the edge of the tub as another contraction ripped through me. My whining moans reverberated off the tiled floors and the high ceiling, filling our chambers with the sound of my pain. Alyn rushed to my side, and stroked my back.
“How far apart are they?” Alyn asked, his voice cracking.
“Between three and five minutes, I’d guess,” I replied, sweat pooling on my forehead.
Alyn’s body went tense, as he gathered towels and rushed about trying to gather all the supplies. After I was finally able to recline in the tub, Alyn bolted out of our chambers and went to notify Giles. I clung to the tub’s edges as contraction after contraction wracked my body, and I fought to steady my breathing. Our advisor entered the bathroom, with Alyn and Nico in tow. I could barely vocalize my appreciation to them, as the contractions grew closer together.
Giles, not at all phased by my naked, pregnant form, reached into the water. His lilac eyes made contact with my own, and he took one of my hands.
“My Lady, please, allow me to check how dilated you are,” he said.
I nodded, and squeezed Giles’ hand for a moment, as he checked my cervix.
“The baby’s crowning,” he told Alyn, who was hovering over Giles’ shoulder.
I studied my husband’s face, and saw his usually calm demeanor crumble into panic.
“Leo’s just now headed to retrieve the doctor, it could be hours before he arrives,” Alyn explained.
Giles sighed, and gave Alyn a rueful smile, “I understand your concern, but we don’t have much time.”
Suddenly, Giles turned to me, “Your Majesty, we must begin delivering your child, please follow my instructions.”
I felt my eyes widen, and I reached for Alyn, who sat on a small stool beside the tub.
He took my hand in his, cradling it, as he stroked my arm. I took in a deep breath, as Giles assisted in the birth of our baby.
The doctor arrived just as the baby was laid upon my chest, immediately following the water birth. Alyn, with moist eyes, took the liberty of cutting the umbilical cord.
“My apologies, Your Highnesses,” the doctor said, taking out a birth certificate.
“So, dear, what shall we name him?” I asked, cradling our son, wrapped a soft towel.
Alyn’s ruby eyes twinkled, as he spoke, “William Blake Crawford.”
I smiled, kissing my husband on the cheek, “Our baby, William.”
omg I love the writing
here! may I request one where the reader is Negan’s wife and in labor with
their first child? Negan is ordering the doctor around and being nervous. Maybe
the reader even jokes he needs to go out and bash some walkers with Lucille to
Having a baby myself this was very east to write and relate to so thank you for requesting it <3
Also threw in a little supernatural thing in there (As Jeffrey plays daddy John ;))
You woke up suddenly when you felt the baby starting to
kick. You groaned slightly and sat up, then rubbed your stomach, hoping he or
she would stop.
Negan woke up, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder and
pulled you closer to him. “Baby awake?” He asked, pressing his head to yours.
“And they want to work out.” You added, rubbing your
He chuckled and gently pushed you back onto the bed so you
were laying. Then, he propped himself on his elbow and ran his hand over your
enlarged stomach. Then, he leaned towards you belly and started whispering.
“Your mom needs her sleep, little guy.”
“Or girl.” You added, since you and Negan had no way to know
the sex of the baby.
“Or girl.” He said, throwing you a pointed look. “And we
love you, but you gotta stop.” You laughed as Negan continued talking to your
baby, and ran your hands through his messy short hair. “Did they listen to me?”
he asked, looking up at you.
“Nope.” You said as the baby kicked again. “They’re just
like their daddy.“
He grinned and left your stomach, then pressed his lips to
yours as his hand remained on your belly.
“NEGAN!” your voice echoes through the grey halls of camp. A
hard contraction ran through you.
Then you started to feel wet. You looked at the sink,
wondering when you’d splashed yourself, only to learn that it wasn’t water from
the sink. It was water from your vagina.
“Are you okay?” He asked, running to your side.
He almost slipped on
the water that had pooled underneath you, and it took him only a minute to
realize what was happening. “Oh my god. You’re in labor.” He said, barely
louder than a whisper. Then a huge smile came over his face and he pressed a
kiss to your cheek.
“You’re in labor!” He exclaimed. “That’s…. Oh my God. You’re
in labor!” He repeated, running a hand through his hair.
“Yes and this baby needs to come out.” You say yelling in
“Yes…Dwight!” he shouted suddenly panicked. The follower
rushed in and almost slipped where Negan had. “Get Clint, he used to be a
“Sir he wasn’t a midife-“
“NOW!” He bellowed and scooped you up in his arms to rush
you to the medical wing.
Once in the room there was already a bed cleaned and dressed
for you needs. “Okay y/n how far apart are the contractions?”
“About 3 minutes apart…” you groan through gritted teeth.
Negan was holding your hand. “Is that good? Does that mean
“Yes that means the baby is ready to come, looks like you’re
labour is going to be quick Y/n” he smiled at you reassuringly. “Can you spread
your legs please, I have to check how dilated you are.”
“Hey, no. I’m not having you look at my wife’s private part.”
“He can look where ever he want’s I just want this baby out.”
You grow gripping onto his leather jacket. He looked at you worried and you
managed a smile. “Go bash some sculls with Lucille baby, might calm you down.”
“Ohh no, I’m not leaving you for a second.” He held your
After pushing, screams and pure agony you were holding a
small baby boy in your arms.
Luckily nothing had gone wrong with you or the baby during
the pregnancy so everything was well.
“What should we name him?” you ask looking up at Negan who
was filled with pure joy.
You had decided you’d name the girl and he’s name the boy so
this was all up to him. “Dean?” he suggested.
The ambulance rushed you to the hospital as Spencer rambled off hypothetical statements as to how long your body had been without oxygen.
But even though he could reason the numbers lower, it was still a grim situation.
Every rib but two in your rib-cage had been broken, and the pain wafting through your system, while intense, was a miracle.
Tears poured down your face for the miracle.
The paramedics rushed to set IV’s and check dilation of your pupils, Spencer coo’d that he was there and they asked you rambling questions, forgoing answers just to see if you could hear them.
Could understand them.
And then, your eyes snapped shut and your entire body began to contract and release.
Contract and release.
Contract and release.
“Y/N?” Spencer asks breathlessly as a paramedic scoots in front of him.
But he couldn’t pry your eye open in order to check your pupils.
“She’s having a seizure,” the paramedic says as the other one keeps taking notes.
But Spencer knew that wasn’t a sign of an oxygen-starved brain.
Maybe you hadn’t been in the water as long as he had suspected?
And once the seizure was over…
“Ow…” you groan out.
“Y/N!” Spencer rejoices.
“My head…” you slur.
Slurring of words wasn’t good.
“Where does it hurt, ma’am?” the female paramedic asks.
Tears were pooling onto Spencer’s neck.
Seizures. Headaches. Depression.
What was happening to his wife?
“My neck,” you whimper.
And the paramedic began to feel back behind your neck as your legs began to involuntarily contract and release again.
And still, the paramedic took notes just as the ambulance swung into the hospital.
It felt like an eternity.
Spencer wasn’t allowed in the room while they did the psychiatric evaluation. Nothing that could be of a possible emotional influence was allowed. He knew the protocol was just in case a spouse was being abused, but he was desperate to know.
Desperate for answers.
His mind was swirling and silent at the same time as he felt a body sit down near his.
“You gotta eat, kid,” Derek lulls as he hands Spencer a drink.
“Not hungry,” he murmurs.
“Tough,” Derek announces as he shoves a burger into his hands.
“Eat,” he commands.
But just as Spencer got the food unwrapped, the doctor stepped into the waiting room.
“Y/N Reid?” the doctor asks.
And Spencer leapt to his feet.
“That’s my wife!” he exclaims as the doctor walks over to him.
“What’s going on with my wife?” Spencer croaks.
“Well, the psych eval went about as well as you could expect. She’s on a mandated 72 hour hold, with two sessions scheduled with talking to the psychologist on staff,” the doctor begins.
None of that shocked Spencer.
“But there are some things that don’t line up,” the doctor says.
“Good, because I don’t think they do, either. See, with the seizures in the ambulance and the fact that her medication wasn’t-”
“Dr. Reid,” the doctor interrupts, “I am quite familiar with that brain of yours, but please let me do my job.”
Spencer took a deep breath as he watched your hospital bed wheel out into the room.
“Y/N?” he asks as he brushes past the doctor.
But you were fast asleep as the doctor grasped his arm.
“Where are you taking my wife?” he growls as he whips around to the man in the white coat.
“I have reason to believe that your wife has a tumor,” the doctor blurts out.
Now he had Spencer’s attention.
“She fell asleep, and I allowed it after reconciling that she hadn’t sustained any sort of concussion bobbing against the pier, and she’s going for an MRI and a CAT scan to see if there’s anything there to substantiate what’s going on.”
“A-a-and what, um…do you think is going on?” Spencer asks.
“I think that everything she is experiencing can be explained with a brain tumor pressing up against her limbic system,” the doctor begins.
This one is for bethmonahan I hope you like it! If you want one just request and I promise I’ll have it out!
Request: could i have and imagine with shawn where i lose my virginity to him and i become pregnant but he turns out to be the best dad in the world
You layed on the bed next to Shawn, breathless. “That was amazing.” He said. “Yeah.” You replied. Finally you had done it, you lost your virginity to your boyfriend Shawn. It took you a while to warm up to the idea and Shawn respected that. But once you were comfortable, you did it.“You used a condom right?” You asked. Shawn was silent. “Shawn?” You asked again. “You used a condom, right?” You asked. “It was just the heat of the moment.” Shawn admitted. Your mind immediately rushed to all the lessons that your health teacher taught you back in high school. Without saying anything you threw your shirt back on continuing to think about what could happen.
Two weeks later your biggest fears were confirmed, you were pregnant. Your eyes filled with tears as you looked at the test in your hands. How could you tell him you were pregnant? He had a career and he couldn’t have a baby while he was on tour, and you couldn’t have a baby at this age. You had to tell him. You called Shawn and said that the two of you needed to talk. You waited anxiously thinking about how to tell him. You jumped when you heard the doorbell ring and rushed down the stairs to open. “Hey baby” Shawn said giving you a kiss. You walked up to your room followed by Shawn. He sat on your bed as you paced back and forth. “Y/N” He said grabbing your arm. “Listen Shawn. Remember a few weeks ago when the two of us had sex, yeah? Well I’m pregnant.” You said. “P-pregnant?” He asked. “Pregnant as in me and you are going to have a child. But I’ve already made an appointment. Me and you can’t have a child. I’m sorry Shawn I just thought you should know.” You added. “Y/N you can’t get rid of it. I’m the father and I’m saying I don’t want you to get rid of it.” He said. “Well so what do you want me to do? You travel all over the world! I’m going to be home with a baby while your on tour? I’m still in school I can’t raise a baby myself!” You yelled. “You’re not going to raise it yourself! I promise I will help. We just can’t, we can’t get rid of it.” He spoke softly. “Fine.” You agreed. “We’re going to have a baby.” You said. “We’re going to have a baby!” He said.
It’s been two months since you found out your pregnant. Shawn had told the fans and they we’re upset at first and there were words said about your age, but once everybody knew this wasn’t going anywhere, they warmed up to the thought of baby Mendes. Shawn especially had been the happiest and had taken the father role very seriously. Even though you were only two months pregnant, he made sure you didn’t overdo it. You would always reassure him that you were fine but he wasn’t falling for it.
After four months it was finally time to find out the gender of your baby. The two of you agreed that you wanted to find out the gender so you could do shopping as soon as possible. Shawn took off time from the tour just for the appointment. “Well hello Y/N, I can guess you are very excited to find out the gender?” Your doctor asked. You nodded. After a few minutes of checking she found the baby. “Congratulations the two of you are having a baby girl!” She said. You walked out of the office with biggest smile on your face. “We’re having a baby girl!” You announced as you stepped into the car. “A little princess for my queen.” Shawn said. Later that night as you and Shawn we’re getting ready for bed he began to talk to the baby. “Hi baby girl, it’s you dad here. I just want you to know that I love you, me and your mom already love you so much. As much as I’m not around, I still love you.” He said planting a kiss on your stomach.
Nine months you had been carrying the baby for. Your feet were swollen and you back hurt every time you dared to move. Shawn’s tour had finished and he had been catering to anything that you needed. Even though you hadn’t been doing much, you were very tired. One night you decided to get an early start at sleeping so you said goodnight to Shawn at 7:30. You were sleep for a good two hours before you felt the bed dip down and Shawn snuggle close to you. Just then you felt a sharp pain in your stomach and a rush of water. “Shawn?” You said sitting up. “My water broke!” You said. Shawn shot out of the bed. He got the bags out from under the bed. Shawn brought the bags to the car and ran back to the house to get you. “Ready?” He asked. You nodded.
He held you hand the whole way to the hospital. “Do you want a wheelchair?” The nurse at the door asked. “I’m good.” You said. “Let me guess first baby?” The nurse said noticing Shawn’s nervousness. You laughed. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, everything is going to be fine.” She said. “Here is your room , there is a gown on the bed for you to change into. Are we planning on getting an epidural?” She asked. “Yes please.” You replied.
She left the room and it was just you and Shawn. You picked up the gown and walked into the bathroom. You put the gown on the sink and went to take your sweatshirt off but ended up knocking the gown on the floor. You reached down but could not pick it up. You grew frustrated and tears filled your eyes but you weren’t about to let them fall. “Shawn!” You yelled from the bathroom. He walked in the bathroom and noticed the tears in your eyes. Without saying anything you pointed to the gown on the floor. “Shh babe it’s okay.” He said giving you a little hug. He picked up the gown and placed it back onto the counter helping you put it on.
You walked into the the room and layed on the bed where the nurse strapped a belt around your stomach in order to monitor the heartbeat. “Okay so we’re just going to check how much you are dilated.” She began. “It looks like you’re four centimeters, so just say when you want and we can give you the epidural.” She began. “There is a button on the bed for that.” She said before walking out the door. “What do you want to do?” Shawn asked coming over to the bed. “I think I want to sleep a little bit, it’s gonna be all I can get for a while before I’m hooked up to a bunch of machines.” You replied. “Okay.” He replied. He lifted up the sheets so they barely covered your stomach. “Night beautiful.” Shawn said placing a kiss on your forehead.
You closed your eyes shifting every few minutes due to the contractions. “Yeah she’s doing amazing. She’s just taking a little rest now before the labor picks up.” You heard Shawn say. You sat up and saw Shawn on the phone looking out the window. “Okay I’ll see you later, love you, bye Mom.” Shawn said before hanging up the phone. He turned back around and jumped a little when he saw you. “Oh god, did I wake you? I’m sorry.” He asked. “No you didn’t just the contractions woke me up.” You said. “You ready for the epidural?” He asked. You nodded.
Your nurse came in along with the anesthesiologist “Hi Y/N, Shawn, I’m Doctor Sky and I’ll be giving you the epidural.” She began. “The epidural will make the entire lower half of your body numb which means you will have to stay in bed for the rest of the labor, is that okay?” She asked. “If that means I don’t have to real the contractions anymore then yes.” You replied. Shawn laughed. “So I’m going to need you to turn around and sit on the edge of the bed bending over so I can put the needle in. Shawn if you want you can hold her down, we just want to make sure the epidural goes in the right place.” You did as you were told and held onto Shawn’s hands as they prepped the needle. You hated needles and had actually considered doing this naturally so you could avoid the whole needle part, but when you actually felt the contractions, you knew the epidural would be the best choice. “Shawn how big is the needle?” You asked. “Tell me the truth.” You added. “Not going to lie, but that is a big needle.” He said. You flinched when you felt the pinch of the needle but within seconds the entire lower half of your body had gone numb. “Thank you.” You said as both doctors walked out of the room.
For the next few hours you had doctors coming in and out of the room checking how many centimeters you were dilated and checking the heart rate. After about nine hours of labor, the doctor told you were ten centimeters. She left the room to go get some of the equipment she might need to help deliver. You didn’t say anything while waiting for the doctor to return, you just had so many thoughts running through your mind. You thought back to the time where Shawn was taking you to the store to buy a pack of pregnancy tests, you remembered the time where Shawn came into the living room telling you that you were pregnant. “Y/N.” Shawn said snapping you out your thoughts. “You’re scaring me.” He said. “Sorry, just can’t believe this is really happening.” “Me neither.” He said.
“Okay Y/N since you have the epidural you won’t be able to feel when the contraction comes, so when I tell you to push, push as hard as you can and we are trying to get in at least two per contraction.” She said. The monitor began to beep “Okay push!” She said. You pushed for ten seconds took a quick breath and continued pushing. You had been pushing for one hour before the nurse decided to something. “Okay so this is going to sound kind of scary, but right now your baby is not moving at all, so it means that you are going to need a little help pushing. We are going to use this little thing to help the baby out. This part attaches to the head and as you push we will start helping the baby out.” She said. Before your next contraction, she slowly slid the suction thing onto the baby’s head as you pushed. It took a few minutes before she took the suction cup off the baby and lifted the baby onto your stomach.
After the nurses cleaned you and the baby up, they left the three of you alone. Shawn looked down at you holding the baby with a smile.“Do you want to hold her?” You asked Shawn. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Of course, she is your daughter too.” You said. You lifted your arm up and he gently took the baby. “I’m so proud of you, you were so strong today. I love you.”
From this request: Sherlock x reader where moriarty has started watching the reader as well and slowly starts to fall in love with her as well. Then he kinda freaks out because it’s a weakness so he goes after her or Sherlock to convince himself that he doesn’t have any weakness and she protects sherlock/ begs moriarty to stop and he does because he scared that he hurt her or something of the sort?
You slowly came to, finding yourself in a strange room. The lights were dim and you were strapped to a chair in the center. You tested your bonds, finding that they weren’t extremely tight, but you wouldn’t be able to get out unless you dislocated your joints.
“Well, well,” a voice said from nowhere (and yet everywhere at once). “You’re awake.”
You peered into the darkness, squinting. “Who’s there?”
You heard footsteps walking around you, felt eyes pricking into your skin. You felt very much like an antelope that was being stalked by a lioness.
And, just like the antelope, you knew you wouldn’t be getting away.
“What do you want with me?”
“I am a very smart man,” the voice said. “I know things you’ve never even dreamed of. I understand complex workings of any and all things. The only person who’s understanding rivaled mine was the ‘great’ detective, Sherlock Holmes. But even he knew I was above him.”
Your skin was covered with goosebumps. Was this the villain that Sherlock had told you about?
“Until a few weeks ago.”
“What happened a few weeks ago?”
“You came into the picture.” The figure stepped from the dark, a pale man with dark features. He stood in front of you, arms behind his back, eyes boring into you. The elegant air surrounding him demanded attention, cooperation, adoration.
Your throat felt dry. “What do I have to do with anything?” you asked, swallowing.
“Because I can’t understand you.” The man stepped closer, bending down to eye-level, his hands landing on the arms of the chair. His eyes were like pits, powerful voids you could easily drown in. “I can’t understand you, yet the detective can. And do you know what that means?”
You shook your head slightly, trying not to notice the gorgeous curve of Moriarty’s eyelashes, the strength of his jaw, the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
“That means that Sherlock,” you could feel the disgust dripping from the name. “Is one step ahead of me.”
“How?” you asked, your voice sounding small. “I’m nothing.”
“You’ve done the impossible. You’ve gotten into me and I can’t seem to get you out.”
You watched as Moriarty began to pace about, frustrated.
“I’ve been watching you, trying to understand what role you’re playing. Yet you are the impenetrable fortress to all except him.” Moriarty glared at you over his shoulder. “What does he have that I don’t? How can he, the idiotic detective, see and understand who you are?”
“I… don’t know. I just… I live above him and Mrs. Hudson introduced us and…”
Moriarty held his hand up, silencing you. “Wait. If he’s understood you… that means he’s suffering the same weakness I am. Perhaps an even greater one because he understands you…”
“Understanding someone isn’t a weakness.”
“Yes, it is!” Moriarty lunged at you, hands on the arms of the chairs again. He saw you flinch, try and pull back. He saw something in your eyes that he often relished and longed to accomplish with others—fear. But for some reason, the fear in your eyes put a dagger in his heart. He didn’t want to frighten you. He wanted you to respect him, adore him… love him?
‘Weakness,’ he hissed to himself. ‘She’s causing you weakness and needs to be terminated.’
‘But what if she could be used against the detective?’
‘I don’t want to use her against him. I want to use her for myself. No… a mutual using. Benefitting us both.’
“Moriarty?” you asked quietly, drawing his eyes back to yours. “What… what are you going to do with me?”
“Nothing,” the villain stated, straightening once more. He pulled a baggie from his jacket pocket, withdrawing a handkerchief. “You’ll be returned and remember nothing of this exchange.”
Before you knew what was happening, the handkerchief was pressed against your nose and mouth, chloroform infiltrating your source of oxygen.
You woke, finding your shoulder being shaken. Your vision was clearing and you found yourself staring up at the forms of Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson. John was crouched beside you, hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N, what happened?” John asked, his fingers carefully prodding you, checking for any signs of injury.
“I… I don’t remember.”
“Get her inside,” Sherlock said, his eyes trailing the street.
The group led you up to Sherlock’s flat, sitting you on the couch. Mrs. Hudson bustled around, making you a cup of tea. John continued his examination, checking the dilation of your pupils and your pulse. Sherlock stood at the window, brow furrowed in thought.
You couldn’t remember what had happened. But you couldn’t help but shake the image of a hauntingly handsome man, staring deep into your soul.
Requested: Just because I love the thought of this, how
about a Josh imagine where you just gave birth to you and his first daughter
and like Josh won’t put her down and he’s like mesmerized by her and he don’t
let anyone else hold her, this idea makes me rlly happy idk 💕
groaned in pain as another contraction sent pain shooting through your hips and
back. You loved the thought of finally meeting the little bean you had been
carrying for nine months—but did it really have to hurt this much?
breathing Y/N.” Josh’s soothing words echoed through your pain filled thoughts,
you were lucky at least one of you in this situation was thinking rationally.
You opened your mouth and let oxygen fill your lungs; taking away a little of
the pain you were feeling. You continued to breath, cringing as the contraction
continued. You had been in the hospital for an unknown amount of hours, and you
just wished you were dilated enough to start pushing. You wanted the
contractions to stop; and to meet your adorable son or daughter.
does it hurt so much?” You whimpered after the contraction ended, leaving you
panting to catch your breath. You had been offered medications for the pain,
but you refused. You wanted to experience it fully; or you did before the
contractions go this bad. “I want pain drugs.” You mumbled, grasping Josh’s
hand, rubbing your thumb along the knuckles. Low key making sure nothing had
been popped out of place.
told me before we got here that you didn’t want that. I don’t want you to
regret it after we meet our child.” Josh smiled; face dropping to a neutral
expression once again when you glared at him. Anger filling your veins. The hormones
and last few hours of near constant contractions took away both your patience
and humor. “Just think about how cute our little one will be.” He mumbled,
using his free hand to brush a piece of hair from your face. Pressing a gentle
kiss to your sweat filled forehead.
Y/N, Josh. Another dilation check.” The nurse smiled at the two of you, it was
easy to tell she loved her line of work. You secretly prayed that she would
tell you it was time and that she was going to grab the doctor; but you were
near certain that those words would not be the case. “Exciting, you’re fully dilated.
I’ll go grab the doctor then we’ll start pushing.” She smiled at you, receiving
a relieved smile in return. Until another contraction hit; causing you to grasp
Josh’s hand harder than the last time and groan to yourself. They weren’t
kidding when they said childbirth hurt.
like an eternity of pushing, and pain before you heard the doctor mention
something about one last big push. Which you took a breath and tried to accomplish;
trying to ignore the pain. And the fact that you probably dislocated all of
Josh’s fingers by this point. The moment you heard a squeal echo through the
room—none of that mattered. The pain, the hormonal anger, nothing mattered. Your
baby was healthy and finally in the world.
It’s a girl.” You felt tears prick in your eyes, a baby girl. You didn’t have a
preference when you were pregnant, but you couldn’t imagine anything better
than right now. You were shaking in excitement when she was placed on your
chest; her crying stopped when you held her close. Your tears streaking down
you already baby girl. I’m your mom.” You cried, looking down at the small
figure laying on you, before looking up at Josh who was crying along with you. “She’s
perfect.” You smiled, a wave of sadness washing over you as the nurses took her
to clean her up and weigh her.
did great Y/N.” Josh smiled down at you, wiping at the tears that fell from his
eyes. You knew he wanted a girl quite badly. Ever since he met your niece he
imagined how great it would be to raise a little girl.
like a lifetime had passed before your little bundle was given back to you; she
was sleeping peacefully in the blanket she was swaddled in. Just from looking
at her you could tell she had her daddy’s mouth, and your nose. You hoped deep
down that when her eyes opened you would be met by the same dark shade of brown
that Josh had been blessed with.
looks a lot like you.” You mumbled, never once looking up from the perfect
little girl laying on your chest. You didn’t want to ever let her go; but you
knew Josh probably wanted to hold his daughter too. You lightly lifted her from
your chest, looking at Josh’s loving gaze as he happily took her into his arms.
Staring down lovingly at the human he helped to make.
babygirl. I’m your daddy. I love you so much already.” He whispered, using his
one thumb to gently touch her soft cheek.
of you had the first night by yourselves, with your screaming little girl. At
least you knew her lungs were strong. You’re sure they didn’t stop screaming
once for 3 hours. Not that you minded, you knew there would be good times and
bad times. Not to mention the overprotective father Josh times.
it’s Tyler. You know he’ll be gentle with Y/D/N.” You groaned, giggling at the
fact that Josh refused to let his best friend anywhere near his daughter.
know, but I want to savor the moments when I can hold her like this. They won’t
last forever.” He mumbled, trying to find an excuse to keep holding his
precious baby. You merely rolled your eyes, watching as Tyler laughed at him.
You had somehow got the baby away from him long enough to feed her; then let
Jenna have some time holding her. Though Josh wasn’t about to let that happen
a day old, there will be plenty of time for daddy daughter cuddles, now let
Tyler hold her.” You fought, watching as Josh groaned softly. Looking at Tyler
with a scrutinizing look.
sit down.” You stifled a laugh, Josh was usually a laid back person; except you
would never know judging by how he was acting right now. “You do know how to
hold a baby, right?” Josh kept the small bundle close to him, obviously not
wanting to let her go.
Josh; I’ve held Jenna’s nieces many of times. Now let me hold her. I’ll keep
her safe while she’s out of your grip.” He laughed, smiling widely as he had
the small girl placed in his arms. You pulled your phone open, taking a picture
of Y/D/N and her Uncle Tyler together. You showed Josh and Jenna, promising to
send her a copy as you heard Tyler coo and giggle at the small girl. You didn’t
even have to look to know that Josh was staring Tyler out, waiting for the
moment that she would be in his arms again.
you looking so scared suddenly?” Josh asked, obviously scared by Tyler’s
shocked expression. You walked over to where Tyler was sitting, feeling a gasp
pass by your lips as you saw your little girl. Her eyes wide open for the first
come here.” You felt like you were going to cry; she had her daddy’s deep brown
eyes, just like you hoped she would. “She has your eyes.” You couldn’t help but
smile so wide that your cheeks hurt as you wrapped your arms tightly around
Josh. The two of you smiling down at the small girl.
still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, even if she’s being hogged by
Tyler.” Josh joked, holding his arms out. Nonverbally demanding his daughter
back. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself; knowing Josh would be like this
until the time she was 82.
And then suddenly, right when I was ready to focus on napping, this pressure starts down low, where the epidural doesn’t really cover. That’s labor, apparently. Checked the dilation and suddenly it’s 10cm and time to push… AHHH
It’s SO WEIRD. And hurts a LOT. It really is like taking a really big poo, only it’s aimed kindof to go through your entire crotch. There’s a lot of pushing to rock the head past the pelvic bone, they have to kindof limbo through it, but if it doesn’t get through it rocks back in.
We did pushes at contractions by me pulling up my legs, Will and a nurse holding my feet up and legs bent. Deep breaths and directing all the energy into the push. I didn’t do any birthing classes so it was all new to me.
I could feel pushing into it, but my face and chest were wasting energy so it was like… taking my scrunched face, loosening it, and pushing it down. Taking my tight chest, loosening it, and pushing that down too. It was kinda zen but also hurt a lot.
Near the end it was panting and pushing and kinda messy, disorganized pushes to pop him out!
Then suddenly I’m holding this sticky baby on my chest, there’s weird feelings below, lots of nurses splitting up into pairs to wipe baby down, cover us up with warmed blankets, catching the placenta (popped right on out) clamping the umbilical cord in 2 places and having Will cut it, checking out the … doorway… and getting it ready to fix it back up.
So now we have a baby! He’s got a headful of hair and dark greeny eyes, weighs 7 pounds 14 ounces, born at exactly 10:00 pm after only 45 minutes of labor WHAT THE HECK. How did we do this? I don’t know, but here he finally is!
Now we have to learn how he works!
Will you write an imagine where Reid and the reader have both been in a car accident and they both wake up in different hospital rooms and sneak out to check the others okay?
I can most certainly do this one! Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!
Beep. Beep. Beep.
That’s what you heard when you finally became coherent enough to process the sounds around you. Feeling a deep, throbbing pain in your leg, you bring your hands up to your face, clear pipes and tubing coming along with your arms.
“Spencer?” you choke out, coughing at the dryness of your mouth.
Trying to sit up, a nurse comes in and puts her hands on your shoulders, slowly guiding you back down into your bed.
“Take it easy…ssshhh…it’s alright, you’re ok. You’re in the hospital,” the nurse coos.
“Where’s Spencer?” you ask, coughing through your words.
As the nurse turns her back to pour you a glass of water, she whips back around, holding the straw to your lips as you slowly suck the succulent liquid into your mouth, coating it with the ability to speak.
“Where is Spencer Reid?”
Nodding slowly, she puts her hand on your forehead, smoothing your hair back.
“Do you remember anything?” she asks.
Furrowing your brow, you raise your voice. “Why won’t you answer my question. Where is Reid!?”
“Calm down, you have to calm down alright? I assume Spencer was the man with you in the car?”
“Oh, my god,” you say, bringing your hands to your eyes as tears begin to roll over your cheeks, “the semi. The intersection. Oh, god. Reid’s dead, isn’t he? It hit his side! Oh, my god.”
Feeling your heart rate rising, the machines start to beep faster as an older man in a white coat comes and grabs your IV, he screws something onto the tubing and injects you with…
Feeling your eyes start to droop again, the doctor turns to the nurse and says, “Did you tell her about Dr. Reid?”
Opening his eyes, unable to move his arms, Spencer calls out into the room.
“Hello…? H-hello? Y/N? Y/N. where are you?”
As a nurse walks in, seeing Spencer conscious, she sticks her head out of the door and yells down the hallway.
“He’s awake, Doctor!”
As a younger man rushes in, taking out his flashlight and checking the dilation of his pupils, the doctor performs routine tasks, asking Spencer questions about himself: does he know his name? Does he know where he is? Does he know his birth date?
“Do you remember what happened?” the doctor asks, dipping down into his field of vision.
Thinking back to the car accident, he remembers the intersection, a blaring horn, and the look on your face just before the world went black.
“Y/N…i-is…is she ok? Is she alive?” he stammers, tears pooling in his eyes.
“Yes, she’s fine. She’s asleep. She came out of her unconscious state a little bit ago and got very worked up that you weren’t there, so we put her back to sleep with some pain medication.”
Sighing in relief, he turns his head, wincing at the pain, and asks, “When can I see her?”
“Right now, our biggest concern is getting you better. You sustained most of the damage. You have 92 stitches in various places, a mild concussion, a dislocated shoulder, and 3 cracked ribs. You’re lucky to be alive,” the doctor professes.
“Please, doctor…let me see her,” Spencer begs.
“I can’t. I’m sorry. When she comes to, if we can calm her down, we can wheel her in.”
And with that, they leave Spencer’s room, leaving him alone with his thoughts…and his tears.
Creeping into Spencer’s room, you pull your IV rod behind you, untangling yourself as you sit down.
“Spencer?” you whisper, dipping close down into his ear.
Hearing him groan, you watch as his body shifts, his eyes peeling open, trying to fight through the dried mucous that has sealed his eyes shut.
Taking a cloth and dipping it in some water, you wipe his eyes clean, a smile of gratitude flooding his face until he opens his eyes.
“Y/N!” he yelps, his voice shaky and groggy, “Oh, my god.”
As he attempts to lift his arm, he winces, setting it back down onto his hospital bed.
“Oh, Spencer. Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you wail, dipping into the crook of his neck, your tears soaking his collarbone as he raises his arm, much to his own pain, and running his fingers through your hair.
“It wasn’t your fault. The other driver fell asleep at the wheel. It wasn’t your fault,” he coos in your ear, his voice becoming clearer with every word he spoke.
“How bad is it?” you ask him, leaning back up to look into his eyes.
“Eh, I’ll live,” he brushes it off, focusing on the two bruises under your eyes as a result of your broken nose.
“It’s alright,” he murmurs, taking his hand and wrapping it around yours as you move to sit on the edge of his bed.
“Help me scoot over,” he says, trying to lean up on his own.
“Spencer, don’t!” you whisper harshly, putting your strained arms under him as you help him shift.
Watching him pat the empty bed beside him, you lay down and curl into him just as you hear a “Code Yellow” come across the speaker system in the hospital.
“Doesn’t sound like we’ll have much time,” Spencer whispers into your hair, his arm wrapped around you as you cuddle in close.
“I don’t care,” you say, your head on his chest as you feel the pitter patter of his heartbeat.
His strong, unfailing heartbeat.
And as tears start to roll down your cheeks again, you feel Spencer’s breathing steady out, a slight snore coming from his lips as you close your eyes, feigning sleep as you hear doctors and nurses rumbling down the hallway.
“Doctor! In here!” you hear a nurse whisper harshly, pairs of footsteps shuffling into the room.
“Thank god,” the doctor says as you hear foot steps come closer, your body bracing for what’s to come.
“Don’t,” you hear the familiar nurse say, “I mean, they’re asleep, and they clearly care for each other. What’s it going to harm anything if they sleep for a little bit together. We can part them when they wake up,” the nurse reasons.
“But hospital protocol-”
“Cannot override personal need,” she says lightly, cutting off the doctor’s sentiment as their footsteps slowly exit the room.
“Spencer?” you whisper lightly.
Hearing him grunt, you smile into his chest as you say, “Remind me to send that nurse a gift basket.”