get in our belly

4

With Sakura’s belly getting bigger, she began discussing our future child’s name.

“Strawberry Crisp… I want to name it for our daughter.” Sakura said. “If the baby’s a girl.”

“Strawberry Crisp? I think I prefer Dittany Lace.” I commented, eating my salad.

“That’s good too. But what if it’s a boy instead?”

“Then I’ll go with Foxglove Ivory.”

“Hmmm… I think Sunrose Dust would suit better. But we’ll see soon.”

Remi Beaux is our 4½ month old Border Collie/Jack Russell. He follows my husband everywhere. He loves to play with our 2 year old BC/Lab, get belly scratches and lick our noses. He’s very obedient and super smart, but unfortunately is still very timid.

Sometimes I cry when I cut the carrots because i don’t want the Onions to think they are ugly or anything like that. 

 You’re very beautiful, Onions. It’s okay. 

sleep impregnation (part one)

imagine your boyfriend getting you pregnant without you knowing. he’d sabotage your birth control, and let you take your sleeping pills so he could fuck you in your sleep. he always came inside you, and you thought nothing of it. nothing, but how good it felt to be full of his jizz and the surprise every time it dripped out of you in gushes in public. you had no idea about him cumming in you again once you were asleep. two months later, you woke up sick. you knew you hadn’t had your period the past two months either. but, again, thought nothing of it as you were very irregular. your boyfriend woke up to the sounds of you being sick, and let himself into the bathroom to hold your hair and rub your back, suggesting you go to the doctor.

reluctantly, you agree to go to urgent care. he drives you to a med express and explains all your symptoms to the receptionist while you sit in one of the chairs in the waiting room, holding your nauseous stomach. they take one look at you, your boyfriend glancing back too, and admit you. you get your blood pressure and pulse taken - just a tiny bit higher than usual. you get weighed, you’ve gained almost 10 pounds. they ask you all the usual questions. but when they get to the question of “is there any possibility of pregnancy?” you answer no at the same time your boyfriend answers yes. you look at him in confusion but the nurses take his word over yours.

you find yourself sitting on the squishy medical table, squirming against the sanitary paper messing it all up.

“what do you mean, yes?”

your boyfriend feigns confusion. as if he isn’t sure what you’re referring to. you wanna roll your eyes at the same time you’re wishing you were home so you could just hide under your blanket.

“when they asked.. you know.. if there was any possibility…? you said yes.” you clarify.

“yes, sweetheart, because there is.”

“but i’m on birth control!” you respond indignantly.

your boyfriend laughs lowly, and only says “it’s not 100% baby, you know that…”

now you’re panicking, can hardly sit still. you don’t want your body to change. don’t want stretch marks. desperately don’t want a saggy stomach or tits, and most of all don’t want a loose pussy. the most scary thing is the pain, but you know that’s temporary compared to the after effects. you’re shaking as you beg your boyfriend to hold you.

you want to sob in his arms and beg him not to leave you as your body changes, but you refrain.. not even knowing if you truly are pregnant. just scared knowing he and the nurses seem to think you are.

finally the doctor enters the room. he goes through all your symptoms once more, and you defer most questions to your boyfriend. he answers them more accurately that you could in your confused upset state. the doctor instructs you to pee in a cup. you almost want to sob or drag your boyfriend with you by the hand. but you reluctantly let his hand go and make your way to the bathroom, parting your puffy swollen lips to go into the cup. once it’s full you struggle to hold back the rest. you put the cap on and let the rest out in the toilet, placing the sample cup in its designated spot and walking awkwardly back to your examination room.

you’re greeted by you’re boyfriend, he holds you first in a hug then in his lap in the corner chair while you wait for results, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“i got you, i love you, baby you’re so beautiful, i’d love to see you grow our child.. you know what? i hope you are pregnant. i hope i get to watch our baby grow in your belly. you’re a goddess and i’ll worship you. it’s okay, shh shhhh shhhhh…”

you get so lost in his words and his hold, one of his hands rubbing softly over your lower abdomen… his words sending spikes of lust through you. by the time the doctor re-enters, you don’t even notice. you’re too ramped up by his words, your nipples and clit so hard and aching.

you hardly register the doctors words. but god, do you hear them.

“miss… you are, in fact, pregnant!” he says happily.

you feel your boyfriends cock twitch and his hold on you tighten as he laughs with joy. you’re torn between arousal and fear when the doctor leaves you alone.

your boyfriend turns you to face him and tells you he has to get you home, he wants to worship your body.

you can only whimper in response and let him carry you out to the car.

Tradition - Ong Seongwoo Requested Scenario

@estherestarica

Band: Wanna One

Genre: bestfriend!Seongwoo to boyfriend!Seongwoo to husband!Seongwoo

Phrase(s): 23; “just kiss me slow”, 24; “dance with me at midnight” & 38; “everything you do is cute”

Message?: I’m putting this first because the requester acc requested like months and months ago

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Dance with me at midnight,” Seongwoo said, staring at me.

I blushed at the way he was staring at me, turning away from him.

He laughed, “how are you so cute?!”

“Hardly,” I chuckled, taking a sip of my drink, turning my head but only slightly, so I wasn’t looking at Seongwoo.

Everything you do is cute,” Seongwoo smiled.

“Stop it!” I exclaimed, turning away from him once again.

“Cute,” Seongwoo laughed, “but you still haven’t answered my question.”

“What?”

Dance with me at midnight,” Seongwoo repeated.

“That’s not a question, it’s a demand,” I said, finally looking at him again.

Seongwoo sighed, “but will you do it?”

“Of course, Mr. Ong,” I smiled.

He checked his watch before getting up and putting his hand out for me.

“Shall we?” he asked, a michevious glint in his eye.

I smiled, taking his hand and getting up, “we shall.”

He took me into the middle of the empty living room as we heard the clock in the middle of the city chime midnight.

Seongwoo kicked the empty take-out boxes to the side to where we imagined our sofa to go.

“Follow me, yeah?” he said, the music still blasting out his phone as we danced along to it.

“You’re so stupid,” I laughed, watching him dance around with me in his arms, trying to look super posh.

“Come on m’lady,” Seongwoo said, winking at me.

I laughed before acting too, being the posho I always tried hard to be.

“You look beautiful tonight m’am,” Seongwoo said, a devious look on his face.

I smiled, “why thank you Sir.”

“And why would such a beautiful lady be here alone tonight?” he said, his voice getting posher and posher.

“Maybe this beautiful lady is looking for someone Sir.”

“Looking for someone?” Seongwoo asked before dipping me, “perhaps, me?”

He spun me again so we were back to smoothly rocking back and forth, “perhaps you. But how would I know you were looking for me?”

“Ah, good question m’lady,” Seongwoo said, making me blush, feeling myself becoming this character, “for I do not know myself.”

“How can I make you know?” I said, wishing with all my heart that Seongwoo was feeling the same way as me.

Seongwoo brought me close so I was pressed so hard against him, I could feel his heart beating.

Just kiss me slow,” Seongwoo whispered.

I giggled, coming out of his tight grip and bringing his face closer to mine before pressing my lips against his.

When I pulled away, Seongwoo smiled.

“I thought we moved in here as best friends,” he said.

I slapped his chest.

“Well what do you want?” I asked, looking up at him as we continued swaying back and forth.

“I wouldn’t mind if we gave it a go,” he said, interlocking our fingers.

“Then it’s settled,” I giggled, reaching up and kissing him again, “this is our house. Boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Forever,” Seongwoo smiled.

He paused for a while, humming along to the song aswe swayed back and forth and I looked up at him.

“This should be a tradition.”

I chuckled, snuggling back into his chest, “yeah, it may be a little harder with furniture.”

Seongwoo sighed, “I can’t believe we have our own house.”

I laughed, “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend.”

And a tradition it became. After years and years of dancing at midnight, the same day of the year, every single year until one year, instead of dancing Seongwoo got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. Not diamond, we’re not basic. But a ring nontheless. And you best believe we carried it on and on. Throughout the years.

With our newly ringed hands linked together.

With my big pregnant belly getting in the way.

With our new baby girl crying as her brother tries to comfort her.

Throughout all the memories, throughout all the years, throughout all the ups and downs, this is our tradition and this is our house.

The Entertainer

I am the entertainer
And I know just where I stand
Another serenader
And another long haired band
Today I am your champion
I may have won your hearts
But I know the game, you’ll forget my name
And I won’t be here in another year
If I don’t stay on the charts

Catch up here

Songs mentioned in this chapter:
Jefferson Starship - Miracles
Harry Nilsson - Everybody’s Talkin’
Foghat - Slow Ride
Queen - Killer Queen

Track 05 - It’s Always Been About The Music

Despite the thick, green motel room curtains, I could tell the sun shone brightly outside. I wiped my eyes and rolled over. Harry was still asleep, lying on his stomach, his plump lips puffing out quick breaths as he dreamed. I stared at him for a while before carefully rising from the bed and grabbing my pajamas that had been discarded the night before. I slipped them on and tip toed to the bathroom. When I finished, I snuck another peek at Harry to find him still snoozing, so I quietly unzipped my bag to pull out my toothbrush. In the middle of brushing, I jumped when I heard Harry curse.

“Aw fuck!”

“Whath wrog?” I asked, my mouth full of toothpaste.

“’s after ten!”

“Tho?”

“So, we were leaving at ten.”

I turned around and spit into the sink.

“Who’s we? The band?”

“Yeah. Bloody hell.” Harry grabbed the phone on the nightstand and asked the operator for the number to another motel I’d never heard of.

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Baby Bump Tag

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers,

summary: Tony is very pregnant and the baby is very active lately

length: 1 336 words

warning: mpreg!Tony

a/n: this prompt! hope you like it! the beginning is based on a scene from Friends (love that show!)

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Baby Bump Tag

“I love you so very much.”

Clint made a face, trying to mute out his surroundings. Just focus on the game.

“I will play with you all the time.”

Focus on the game, Barton. The Earth won’t save itself from aliens, you know.

“You will be papa’s beloved little person in the whole world.”

“God!” okay, he couldn’t last any longer. The annoying cooing was beyond creepy. He turned his face to glare at the couple on the couch. “How can you allow him to talk to your dick like that?!”

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(P)update 3/26/17

Our little Mozzi is already getting so big! He likes belly rubs, but has a tendency to try nibbling on the fingers that are scratching him.

He loves playing with the others, but his mom is pretty much the only one who will wrestle with him. Right now he has an adorable little growl that sounds like a cat purring.

Meanwhile, Tuna and Vinny just lay around and watch. Tuna is still a little afraid Vic will chase him away if he gets too close to the puppy.

I can’t wait for Mozzi to be big enough to take all four of them on walks together.

anonymous asked:

25 or 38, coldflash, please

((Thanks for the prompt(s) :) sorry I took so long - and I’m picking 38. “Nevermind, the moment’s gone.” because I could only come up with angst and death for the first one and I’m not certain you’d appreciate that, nonnie :’D I’m probably gonna write it later anyway, I just didn’t wanna dump tragedy on you :’D))

Finding a five-star restaurant that will both accommodate a speedster’s appetite and admit an ex-con is not easy, but Len manages, with some charm and persuasion. Fortunately, he does not have to resort to threats… and Barry doesn’t need to know about the bribery.

Barry’s been pre-fed with ten pizzas before they left for the dinner, and Len’s having a really good time watching the kid savor the tiny courses in a way he can’t often repeat. The slow eating might also be the result of the hand-holding, but Len finds himself enjoying the physical contact, especially as nerves start twisting his stomach halfway through dinner. Barry’s touch has always had that weird effect on him where it would rile him up and calm him down at the same time, pull him back from any imaginary ledge and then force him to do stuff he never thought he would.

Like having a small velvet box in his pocket, aware of its near-imperceptible weight against his hip all through their meal. 

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Can't live without you- Happy Lowman

Requested By  @homicidalteenagedream . Hope you like it!!
Song- Can’t live without You by Pretty Ricky

Verse 1 Pleasure]
It’s 4 O'clock in the morning.
And she ain’t feeling right.
I’m on a first class trip.
Through this place called life.
I don’t know what to do.
Cause my body’s still shaking.
I know it’s time to man up.
And start my education.
I need someone to call on.
So I called on my best friend.
I said “Bro, I can’t take it”.
He said “Boy, stop tripping”.
So I hung up the phone.
Packed my shit and got right.
I know what I gotta do now.
Be a man and face life.

You were on the bed watching Happy pace the floor. You just told him that your pregnant. You’ve only been going out for a few months it was shock.
“Are you sure, it could be just a miss up”? He said with panic in his voice.
“Hap I went to the doctors and they said I was about two months along”.
“I just dont know how this fucking happened, we use protection every time”.
“Things happen we cant explain, if you dont want it you dont have to be in its life”. You got up and walked to the door.
“But I’m going to keep this child, it was put here for us”. “I cant just give that up”. You wipped a tear away.
You walked out of the dorm. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone dialing Chibs number.
“Hap, whats up”?
“Y/Ns pregnant, I dont know what I’m going to do”
“You are going to fucking man up Lowman, that girl loves you”. With that the line went dead.
“Fuck, I do need to man up”. You said to yourself.

[Chorus Pleasure]
Maybe we could work it out.
Cause you know I can’t live without you.
And everytime I think about it.
I know a ***** can’t live without you.
Ain’t no need to cry about it.
Cause you know I can’t live without you.
I even wrote a song about it.
Cause you know I can’t live without you.

You drove to Y/N house watching her threw the window. Crying. You knocked on the door.
“What are you doing here Happy”?
“I dont want to lose you or the baby”. You said walking in, siting down on the couch.
“Hap you cant just come in and leave anytime you want”. “If you are in this, then its forever especially for the baby”.
“It will be, I dont want my kid to go threw what my mom and I did”. He took your hand, holding it.
“I cant live with out you, you dont look at me like I’m some greasy scumbag biker”. “You love me for who I am”.
“Hap, I love you even if you dont I do”. You said kissing his cheek
“I love you too Y/N”

[Verse 2 Spectacular]
At the beginning you was gone.
I was staying wit my momma.
I stayed getting in trouble, man.
Straight damn drama.
I started dancing so I stayed out of trouble.
Cause I stayed in school, selling candy so my money doubled.
But then you told me man, dancing was for punks.
Then you told me come and stay.
And you ain’t care what I want.
You told me come and dance and rap wit my brothers.
You taught me how to love and how to care for my brothers.
And then you taught me all yo hustlin’ skills.
Just in case I get alone I know how to pay bills.
You told me I was straight regardless of a deal.
And I love you man for that cause you always kept it real.

“So I see you and Y/N made up” Chibs said taking a sip of his beer.
“Yeah forever”.
“Good she is good for you, she keeps you out of trouble”.
“Yeah I remember before I met her, I was balls deep in every croweater here”. “But I met her and havent even thought about another girl”.
“Good, your straight and she will keep it that way”.
“Yeah she will, I dont want to lose her”. He looked Y/N way as you laughed with Gemma, your baby bump sticking out of your sundress.
“She’s glowing, shes happy”. You smiled

Chorus Pleasure]
Maybe we could work it out.
Cause you know I can’t live without you.
And everytime I think about it.
I know a ***** can’t live without you.
Ain’t no need to cry about it.
Cause you know I can’t live without you.
I even wrote a song about it.
Cause you know I can’t live without you

Getting back from the party you both were tired and sunburned.
“Oh Hap, I feel like I could sleep for days” You laughed
“You better get some sleep, ours will be here soon”. He rubbed your belly.
“Have I told you that you look beautiful today”?
“You might have mentioned it once or twice”.
“Well you are, I’m so lucky to have you”. He leaned over and kissed you softly.
“I’m the one that is lucky, you gave me a blessing”. You put your head over his and smiled

[Verse 3 Slick'Em]
Now that I made it, it feel real good.
Take you out the hood.
Put you on B and the block in the middle of the woods.
And as hard as it seems, you was there for me.
One bedroom apartment.
On 6-0 and 14 number efficiency down in Coverly.
Told you I had a dream.
And even though I like to cheat.
I’m going along my Georgia peach and that’s a promise I’m gonna keep.
To the end, never gone blend.
And I can hear you tell yo friends.
And I can see you wanna buss and fuss with yo brand new Benz.
To the world, baby it’s yours.
I’d give you the world cause you not no ordinary girl.
I’m yo son, you my ol’ girl.
My momma, we shared for 19 years.
And from the bottom of my foundation I’m telling you how I feel, and I love ya.

You were packing to move in the new house. This one was big enough for Happy, the baby, you and Happys mom.
“You sure this is ok”. He asked taking the box away from you
“Happy if you ask me that one more time, I’m going to smack you”. “Yes its great, I love your mom and I’m going to need help”. “She knows what she’s doing, she raised a great man standing right here”. You stood on your tippy toes to kiss him
“Alright, thank you for being wonderful”. He kissed you again
You arrived at the new house. It was so big and homie. A big back yard with a pool. A huge garage for Happy and a big kitchen for you.
“Hap I love it so much”. “I love you”
“I love you too, this is a new start for us all”. He placed his hand on your back and the other on your belly.

[Chorus Pleasure]
Maybe we could work it out.
Cause you know I can’t live without you.
And everytime I think about it.
I know a nigga can’t live without you.
Ain’t no need to cry about it.
Cause you know I can’t live without you.
I even wrote a song about it.
Cause you know I can’t live without you

“The house looks so good guys”. Gemma squealed hugging you both
“Thanks Gemma, I love how everything turn out”. “Its great cause Happy and Ii have the same taste in somethings”. You laughed
“I can see that”. You laughed rubbing your belly.
“Funny Gemma so funny”. You both walked out side.
Happy watched you light up about the new house and the baby. You both were so excited to bring this baby into a very loving home.
Verse 4 Baby Blue]
See, I fell in love wit ya.
Wanna raise my kids wit ya.
But you left me all alone wit tears dripping down the picture.
I remember the day like yesterday.
May 9th, to be exact.
I’d do anything to get you back.
Even though I know you ain’t coming back.
I’m serious as a heart attack.
Could we get it back the way it was?
Cause I know you had some outside influences that pulled a plug.
The reality, Junebug, girl I know we’ll always be together.
I got you locked away deep in my heart, always here forever

“Happy”! You screamed from the top of the stairs.
“What, whats wrong”. He ran up the stairs
“Its time daddy”. You smiled threw a contraction
“Shit, ok”. He helped you down the stairs and in the car.
“I’ll be right back I have to get the bag”. He ran back inside.
“Momma, we going to the hospital to have this baby”. You heard Happy yelling.
The car ride was horrible. Contractions were taking over your body.
“Fuck, Hap it hurts”. You screamed
“I know baby, your doing great”. He said carrying you into the hospital room
Four hours of pushing and screaming. Yelling at Happy to never touch you again. You heard little crys.
“Its a boy”. The nurse said
“Wow a boy, mommas going to kill me”. Happy said kissing your sweaty forehead.
“No, she will be so happy to have another son”. You looked at your son with amazement. He looked just like Happy.
“He has your eyes, so soft and pure”. Happy said as his son took his finger in his little hand.
“Y/N thank you for giving me another chance to live this with you”.
“You are the one that gave yourself a chance, you are the man your dad couldnt be”. You grabbed his shirt and kissed him.
“I love you Happy, I always will”.
“I love you and my son, I always will”. He said as he picked up his little boy.
Chorus Pleasure]
Maybe we could work it out.
Cause you know I can’t live without you.
And everytime I think about it.
I know a ***** can’t live without you.
Ain’t no need to cry about it.
Cause you know I can’t live without you.
I even wrote a song about it.
Cause you know I can’t live without you.

“Do you Happy Lowman, take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife in life, death and the after life”. The preacher spoke.
“I do, I always will”.
“Do you Y/N Y/L/N, take Happy Lowman to be your husband in life, death and after life”.
“I do, I always will”.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride”. Just as you about to kiss.
“Wait a minute, what else Brother”? Chibs blurted out.
“I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley”. Happy gushed. You blushed.
“Ok now can I kiss my smoken ass wife”? He asked Chibs
“Go get it Brother” He said clapping his hands.
Happy kissed you long and hard. It was like the first time over again, you were weak in the knees and you felt his semi-hard on. Everything was in slow motion until you son came over a pulled at your dress.
“Hey little man, Daddies kissing Mommy you gotta wait your turn” Happy laughed picking him up.
The preacher got everyones attention. “Please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Happy Lowman”.
Life was bumpy at the beginning but it turned out better than ever.

SHE'S NO YOU - Ch.2

Word count: 3100+

A/N: keep in mind in know that in 2016, the 6th of Dec wasn’t a Saturday. But ignore that like I have haha! & also this was originally 2 different chapters, but I combined them & I might do that with a few more so there isn’t so many chapters.

I’m glad that people have liked the first chapter. The drama hasn’t even started Unfolding yet! ✔✔❤❤

As usual: oversee the grammar and spelling mistakes I make. I’m not the best editor 🖕


CHAPTER TWO: BIRTHDAY BLUES

RAE POV:


Before I knew it Monday came around, and to say that I was excited to see my babies was an understatement. It had been two miserable days of not seeing their darling faces creating havoc around the house. I missed cleaning up after them, snuggling with Ruby at night when she couldn’t sleep, cooking with Joshua when wanted to bake.

In those two days I moped around the house, cleaning spotless bench tops, re-washing all the linen in the cupboards, and having lunch with Greg on the Sunday before he went to Los Angeles to see his sister for a week.

Since the kids school was only a few blocks away I decided to forgo the taxi and pick them up by foot. I even considered stopping at a small ice cream bar to give the kids a treat. It may have been the middle of November but I didn’t mind a little ice cream here or there.

I replaced my black stilettos for some ankle boots but left my work attire on, only putting thick white peacoat and black scarf over top. I grabbed my handbag and keys from the kitchen bench before locking up.

It was a bonus that I got to work half my days at home instead of being cooped up in a stuffy office for hours on end. Being a senior architect and a boss meant I could mold my own hours and delegate my work load. My boss and owner of the company, Chloe was an incredible lady and not much older then me. When I started working for her straight after collage, her business was just starting off.

Being only 5 years my senior meant that she turned into one of my closest friends. She was there visiting me at the hospital when both my children were born, and one of the people holding me up when my marriage broke. Apart from her, and my best friend Izzy, she was the only other person I trusted that wasn’t family.

The walk to columbia grammar and preparatory school only took about 20 minutes or so, it was a nimble walk along the streets of the upper west side. Finn refused to send our children to any other place stating ‘it’s what’s best for our children’s education’ and I couldn’t agree more.

It was a private school full of privileged young youths, the tuition alone per year was more then buying a house. But when it came to their learning money wasn’t a problem. It was one of the places Finn’s company donated heavily too, he was also on the board of trustees and a former student.

I opened the door to ruby’s class room and gathered with the other parents in the corner as the teacher was talking to the students.

“Hey Rachel” whispered another mom to the left of me, she was a sweet women that wasn’t short of bedazzling herself with stunning diamonds.

“Hi Rebecca, how’s your day?” I replied with a hushed whispered and shuffled closer to her so I didn’t disturb the class.

“Oh you know same old, same old. Patrick begs me to stay at home and keep my feet up until miss Isabella makes her grand entrance, he’s like a broken record that man” she smiles rubbing her, very round tummy. I looked at the 40-something year old in amazement, her hair prim and proper, with wonderful designer clothing and a kind hearted smile upon her face. It was rare to meet genuine people in New York. It reminded me to set up a coffee date with her sometime soon.

“Listen to your husband Rebecca, Patrick’s right you should put your feet up more often. You won’t be able to do it when she comes along” I tutted and chuckled quietly at my authority.

“Yeah maybe but I’ll be so bored. I need to be doing something or I feel like I’m going crazy”.

“I know how you fe-”

I was interrupted by the feel of a tiny body constricting themselves around my legs in joy. Her little pony tail bouncing with her movement when Ruby began jumping lightly on the balls of her feet. A smile radiated my face, leaning down I wrapped an arm around Ruby’s back and cuddle my little girl close.

“I missed you too sweety” I whispered softly into her ear and returned to my stand position.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow Rebecca, I’ve got to get going to Josh’s classroom” I learned over a pecked her cheek in Farwell. “Bye brody” I patted her sons head as they both smiled and waved goodbye.

After collecting ruby’s bag and coat, we headed down the hall to Josh’s class. Her tiny hand secure in mine as we walked side by side through the busy corridor.

Josh was already waiting for us by the door as he talking to one of his teachers, Mr Holden.  He was a bubbly old man, who talked years of wisdom. Josh was fond of the old guy, admired him almost. He made sure Josh kept his grades impeccable and in exchange he would tell Josh all about his time teaching in France, Ireland and Australia.

“Hi mom” beamed my little man, then said a quick goodbye to the teacher who waved at me.

“How was dad’s house?” I was a bit sceptical on how the weekend went after ruby’s little breakdown.

“Awesome!” He beamed. “We had so much fun! Dad took us out for tea, went to the park and even the zoo mom. The ZOO!”.

“It would of been better if you were there” I could barely hear the whisper that was muttered by Ruby. My heart broke again after hearing her soft words. I knew they weren’t meant for my ears, so I decided not to speak up.

We headed towards the little ice cream bar that was situated between our house and the school. Even with New Yorks chilly temperature the place was still bursting with people. It took us 20 minutes for us to place our order (Ruby with a scoop of vanilla bean and sprinkles, Josh with a scoop of raspberry swirl and I deciding on a scoop of cookies and cream). We chose to eat and walk, the kids talking about the rest of the weekend and school today and I filling them in on my lonely adventures without them.

By the time we arrived home our bellies were full and the cold finally getting to us, Ruby snuggled closer into my leg as I fished into my bag to retrieve the keys.

The rest of the night was full of laughter and a light tea before both the kids and I curled up in my king size bed and dozed off.

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The rest of the month flew by fast and before I knew it, it was already the 5th of December. Finns mood stayed placid but he didn’t speak to me or step foot into my house after I kicked him out. He’s grumpiness was obvious on his face, but I was glad the smart ass kept his usual comments to himself.

Greg had popped over several times after work when he came back from his sisters house. He only stayed one of those nights, to which I was grateful for. Our relationship sometimes felt more like a friendship and I was comfortable with that. I wasn’t ready to give my heart to someone else after a messy divorce.

If i was being honest, I wasn’t completely over my ex-husband. I probably never will be. He swept me off my feet when I was only 18, I was new to college life and Izzy convinced me that our first week should be spent drinking until our livers gave out. I being the pushover I am agreed and somehow we found ourself at a prat party.

Finn approach me and asked me to dance, and I being a typical freshman fell for his charms and instantly in love. It was just my luck that he reciprocated my feelings and for the next 12 years out life was bliss. Until it wasn’t, until he broke my heart in the worst possible way.

Joshua’s 8th birthday was tomorrow and it was my turn to have him. I hadn’t planned anything big, but I couldn’t wait to surprise him with a visit to the Rockefeller centre to go ice skating, then to travel to my parents house over in New Jersey for a family tea. He wasn’t a fussy child and the simple things in life is what made him happy. I’m glad that even though he grew up around money he doesn’t demand to be spoilt.

I was lucky to have both humble and nurtured children. Money buys power, to which their father had Alot of, and still with the world at their feet they would rather have a simple gift then an extravagant one. I guess they inherited my way of thinking, I had always told them money can’t buy love.

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By 7am the next morning the house was alive, the birthday boy had made sure of that. His excitement for the days events were contagious and I couldn’t help by smile everytime his eyes lit up after opening one of his presents.

Blueberry waffles were still steaming hot on the counter top as I prepared the cream and chocolate sauce. It was a breakfast I disapproved of, but today was Josh’s day and he had practically begged for days on end for them. Who was I to say no? How could I even say no?

Just as I was about to call the kids to the dinning room table the door bell chimed. I looked at my watch seeing it was only 8.14am.

‘Who on earth could that be?’ I thought to myself as I dusted off my hands and made my way to the door. My Mom and Step-Dad knew we were coming to their house today, same with my older brother Robert.

Izzy surely wouldn’t be out of bed this early on a Saturday morning, plus she was at a franchise meeting in LA to both her and the kids dismay. They loved their aunty Iz, who had a habit of feeding their bellies full of white chocolate muffins. Also, Chloe was meeting us at the ice skating rink with her two bubbly children. So we weren’t expecting company.

Shocked couldn’t even describe my emotion when I opened that door to see my ex-husband and his new hussy standing there on the door step.

His impeccable dark blue wash suit was tailored to perfection as aways, hair greased back leaving it slightly wet, which could also be said about my panties.

Olivia looked stunning as always, and it made me sick. Her newly short platinum blonde hair was styled into a quirky quiff, her slim figure dressed in a perfect two toned grey and white stripped knitted dress that stopped just before her knees. She added black boots, a grey coat and a beautiful necklace hung around her neck.

I internally groaned when I assessed my own attire of, black leggings I pulled from my draw and a old, baggy OASIS top which I stole off Finn in my junior year at college. It was stretched beyond belief because of the two pregnancies I endured and the neck line kept slipping off my shoulder. No doubt my hair was still a tangled mess on top of my head, actually I was a mess from head to toe and they were the perfect couple. But just to add insult to injury, I remember that I didn’t even bother to put on a bra this morning. Great, just great.

“What are you doing here?” I tried my hardest to cover up as much of my top as I could, I didn’t want to look like a desperate ex-wife still mourning the loss of her husband. But the look in his eye told me he had already noticed what top I decided to wear.

“I came to see my son on his birthday Rae. Is that alright with you?” I rolled my eyes and ignored Olivia’s snickering. I stood to the side and allowed them both to come in, as much as I wanted to slam the door in their faces I knew that Josh would want to see his dad.

The kids where currently in Josh’s room playing the Xbox game I got him, so I excused myself to notify them that their dad was here to see them.

The moment their little eyes connected with their fathers they came running down the stairs and engulfed Finn in a giant hug nearly knocking him to the ground.

Josh started talking a mile a minute explaining to Finn all the exciting things that he had gotten already. I could see Finn smile as he watched his son, causing a small ache with on my heart. These moments are the ones I missed, when we would spend time as a family.

I knew that Finn had already given Josh his present when they had seen him after school on Thursday so I was a little shocked to see him pull two small gift box’s from his coat and hand them to both the kids. I didn’t stick around to see the cute expressions they made when they opened them, it still hurt to much.

“Dad, mom cooked our favourite breakfast today! And made home made chocolate sauce” Josh spoke excitedly, “dad, are you staying for breakfast? Please, please say you are!”

Finn, Josh and Ruby looked to me expectedly as I stood awkwardly in the kitchen. I nodded my head silently and listened to the kids cheer.

“But finny, we have a plane to catch” Olivia whined. It was the first thing she had said since she arrived, and I wished she had just kept her mouth shut.

“Liv it’s a private plane! I’ll just ring the airport and delay it by an hour” Finn spoke softly, but I couldn’t help but pick up on his cool tone. Olivia continued to whine like a 3 year old about keeping to a schedule and I didn’t have time to listen. I just continued to busy myself with setting the table.

They all gathered around my mahogany 6 seater table in the dinning room. Finn and Olivia sat together on one side, and the kids, and I sat on the other. Never had I felt this awkward in my own home, between Olivia scrunching her nose up the waffles, and the kids in a in-depth conversation with Finn, I just felt alone. This wasn’t the family breakfasts I dreamt of when I was a teen. Silently, I sat there nibbling on a few bits of freshly cut fruit. Wishing I could disappear.

“Mommy?” Ruby whispered, disconnecting me from my thoughts and bringing me back to reality, not realising I zoned out.

“Yeah baby” I cooed stroking her soft light brown hair smiling.

“Why is Olivia here?” I turned to my daughter and leaned closer to her.

“Ugh- well sweety. She is your daddy’s girlfriend and she wants to see you guys. It’s Josh’s birthday and he’s extremely happy having them here. Why do you ask?”.

“She doesn’t like us very much” Ruby muttered, “she always says we get in the way”.

I focused on my breathing, reminding myself that today was Josh’s day and I couldn’t ruin it by jumping over the table and strangling the bitch to death.

“Like I said sweetie your going to have to talk to your dad about that”.

“Talk to me about what?” We swung our heads towards Finn not realising that our conversation was being heard. I felt ruby’s small hands latch onto mine in a death grip.

“Well… Umm… I think it’s something you and Ruby should talk about that- in private” I explained sending a small smile to Ruby.

“And why is that?” Olivia butted in. I could see the annoyance etched on her face.

“Because it’s a private matter between him and his daughter that’s why” I narrowed my eyes on the witch, but kept my voice light. She had no right to butt in on this conversation.

“Oh please save me the sob story. You just want to spin lies to my Finn don’t you!” Olivia spat. Her words echo in my head over and over again. Her Finn. I felt my heart break all over again.

“I would never, ever do that! You have no ri-”.

“Enough!” Finn bellowed, his face tinted red in anger.

“Olivia, I’ll meet you in the car” Finn hissed, ignoring her complaints. She huffed and stormed off; slamming the front door behind her.

“Kids do you think I can talk to your mom for a minute?” They both nodded and went back up into room after I kissed them on their heads.

“What exactly was that about Rae!” I cringed at his toned. He leant over the table, his eyes boaring into mine. I looked away deciding the left over fruit on my plate looked particularly interesting.

“I think you need to speak with Ruby, Finn. I’ve told her too, but she is too scared” I sighed, “and that is what I tried to explain to your girlfriend”.

“I’ll deal with Olivia later Rae, don’t bring her up”.

“Why did you have to bring her here! To my house! I understand you wanting to see Josh but you know how we feel about each other. And you still-” Finn abruptly got up from his chair and walked around the table until he was standing right next to me. Yanking me by my arm lightly, Finn dragged me to my feet.

“You left me remember! You packed your shit and left with my fucking kids in the middle of my business trip. So don’t you dare go there!” He hissed causing me to flinch back.

“You were so heart broken that you moved Olivia in 6 months later” I scoffed, “you know what just leave please. This is Josh’s day! And I don’t want it ruined by a silly little argument. So please just go say goodbye and hop on that plane of yours and go… your good at that” I barely whispered the last words before I fled.

Out of all the deceitful things Finn had done to me in the 2 years since our divorce, this took the cake. I could deal with his hateful words, but for him to bring her into my home… That was unacceptable. To let her talk to me like that in front of our children. I was done.

There was no use hiding my tears in the bathroom I barricaded myself in. I needed to get this pitty party over with, because today wasn’t the day for a mental break down.

'Why wasn’t I good enough Finn?’

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Research | Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jengkook


Disclaimer: Some fluff, but mostly smut. Obviously inappropriate so stay away if you’re underage haha. Read away, my fellow sluts for Kookie lmao. Also, this was the first fanfic i wrote on here, so it might be cringe lol.

Word count: a lot of words lol, like 3000-ish

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You had on your favorite lipstick because you knew your boyfriend would like it. He’d even said that he liked the color on you and he smiled every time you wore it. Which was pretty often. You loved seeing that stupid, wide smile of his. 

The doorbell rang a little after six. He was late. To be specific, he was seven minutes late. You realized that you hadn’t cleaned up the mess on your bed. You’d, quite literally, torn your closet apart trying to find the perfect outfit. It was summer and it was nice outside, so you had a hard time trying to decide between shorts or a skirt. You decided to wear the pink skirt that you got while shopping with your friends last week. 

You proceeded to grab the pile of clothes and toss them into the closet. You couldn’t have your boyfriend thinking you were a slob. You’d been with him just a little over four months, but he’d only been to your house a few times.
Your room looked much better without all that crap on the bed. Now, the room looked presentable. With a sigh, you hurried to the door. You looked through the peep hole and it was definitely him. He looked so handsome.

You opened the door and he said, “It’s about time.”

In retaliation, you said, “Hey! You’re the one who’s late.” He took his shoes off and stepped into a pair of slippers. 

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The Knights of Kwantiko

-Part 3-

This was absurd. He should be out there with them, fighting alongside the knights to rescue his beloved. Not sitting here, stuck inside this infernal castle, waiting for news to come his way. It wasn’t that he didn’t have faith in the Three Brave Knights—he knew that Ser Derek would do everything in his power to bring the princess back home—but they were to be married within the next month. He should be the one going to get her. He should be the one bringing her home to the kingdom.

But then there was the fact that his skills with a sword were…how shall we put this…less than ideal. He’d never had the best coordination as a child and, despite the fact that his parents had the Master at Arms work tirelessly with him on his swordplay (he was the son of a lord after all), he never had been able to pick up the skills quite as well as the other boys. Now, his insane level of strategy made up for the fact that he wasn’t that good of a fighter, and it certainly accounted for the fact that their army was an unrelenting force to be reckoned with. But he couldn’t help but think about how badly he wanted to be the one to ensure his beloved Penelope was returned home safely.

A knock sounded at his chamber door. Kevin pulled himself away from the window, rubbing his tired eyes, as he crossed the room and pulled the door open to reveal Anderson, the castle’s lookout, standing on the other end.

“My lord,” he said, bowing quickly out of respect. “I have been sent on behalf of the king and queen. They request your presence in the throne room.”

“Any word on the princess?” Kevin asked. Though it had only been several days since the Three Brave Knights had set out, every day that passed without news weighed heavily on the lord’s shoulders. He’d heard stories about the dark sorcerer from the North. And the fact that his precious princess was in that monster’s clutches made his insides clench in fear. Penelope was too good to be in a place so evil.

Anderson sadly shook his head. “I’m afraid not, my lord,” he said. “But we may have a bigger problem on our hands.”

Kevin narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s not my place to say,” Anderson began. “But there have been rumors circulating of destruction rising in the east. Destruction that may or may not be connected with the sorcerer.”

Kevin felt his heart sink slightly. “With all due respect to his and her majesty, my sole concern is the safe return of the princess. Until then, I can’t burden myself with other threats.”

“The king and queen understand your concerns,” Anderson replied. “Rest assured, the safety of the princess is the most important thing right now, but if these rumors are discovered to be true, the princess and the Three Brave Knights may not have a kingdom to return to.”

Just as Kevin was about to dismiss the lookout, he paused, his eyes widening slightly as he analyzed the meaning behind these words. “Anderson, what are you saying?” he asked.

Anderson took a deep breath, unable to stop his voice from fully trembling. “I’m saying…we think it might be back…”

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As the sun began to sink lower in the sky, three horses emerged from the depths of the twisted wood, their riders slumped on their backs, nearly dead with exhaustion. Despite his best efforts to navigate his small party out of the dark, enchanted forest, Ser Spencer and his companions had found themselves surrounded by trees for what felt like an eternity. Their supplies had all but run out, and even Allyson hadn’t been able to catch anything as they crossed through the heart of the forest. As a result, it was with great relief when they finally came to the outskirts of a small village.

“Hey, kid. Do me a favor,” Derek said, fighting a losing battle against his growing exhaustion. “Next time your maps tell us to go through an Enchanted Forest, find us an alternate route.”

“For the last time, I didn’t know that the wood was so unpredictable,” Spencer replied, running a hand through his curly hair, making it look even more unkempt than before. “It’s been years since anyone from the kingdom has traveled this far. The records haven’t been updated.”

“If the two of you do not stop your bickering, I will nail your hides to these trees and leave you both here,” Allyson said, rubbing the sides of her aching head. “The point is, we’re out of that godforsaken wood and we are all tired and hungry. So why don’t we stop here for the night, get some food in our bellies and a warm bed to sleep in, and tomorrow morning, we’ll have a fresh start for our quest.”

“Until Ser Pretty Boy’s map here sends us on another useless week-long trek,” Derek said with a smirk as Spencer shook his head in disappointment.

“Allyson is right, though,” Spencer said with a nod towards his sister. “We do need to replenish our supplies if we hope to get to the sorcerer’s lair and back. Not to mention the fact that our horses are about to drop dead from exhaustion.”

As they entered the town, the three knights dismounted their horses, hoping that the decrease in weight might provide the tired animals with some relief. They made their way through the streets, eventually coming to a small inn in the center of the village. The beautiful blonde woman behind the bar gave them three pints of mead as well as three heaping plates of bread and chicken which the hungry knights happily devoured.

“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten anything as good as this in my life,” Allyson said, closing her eyes as she savored the way the warm bread seemed to melt in her mouth.

“While I won’t deny that the food here is satisfactory, the idea you have of it being the best thing you’ve ever eaten is most likely due to your increased hunger and low-level of satisfaction at this current time,” Spencer began, but he was silenced by a hearty belch from Derek as he slammed his empty tankard of mead down on the table.

“I will say this,” he began, ignoring Spencer’s wide-eyed look of disgust or Allyson’s subtly shaking head as she cleaned off one of her chicken bones. “I don’t think I’ve had mead quite that good before. And that has nothing to do with my ‘low-level of satisfaction’ or whatever you called it. That has to do with that bartender knowing exactly what she’s doing.” As if sensing his compliment, the woman suddenly locked eyes with Derek from across the room as she filled another tankard.

“Derek, don’t tell me you’re going to—” But Allyson was cut off as Derek scraped his chair across the floor and headed towards the bar, standing in a way to ensure that she could see the magnificent sword sitting on his hip.

“And…we won’t be seeing him anymore tonight,” Allyson said, rolling his eyes.

“We will once she realizes that his fondness for his sword is just an over-compensation,” Spencer added, causing Allyson to inhale half her mead up her nose.

While Derek continued his efforts to woo the bar wench and Spencer buried his face in one of the books he had brought with him, Allyson’s attention was diverted by several travelers sitting in the corner, the hoods of their traveling cloaks up over their heads, smoke puffing from the pipes that sat between their teeth. She had been half-listening to their conversation for several minutes, but instantly became more interested as a certain phrase was uttered.

“…band of robbers was found beaten within an inch of their lives outside the county courthouse several mornings ago.”

“But is there any proof that he actually did it?”

“Ah, you know it’s impossible to ever catch sight of him. Dark as the night and quiet as a shadow, that one. But who else could it be? Who else could have effortlessly taken down that troublesome band like that?”

“Are you all talking about the Black Knight?”

The hooded travelers stopped their talking at once, turning to face Allyson. She noticed one of them eye her bow and quiver, looking as though he wanted to make a comment about her ability to accurately use the weapon (Oh please do it, she challenged in her mind), while the other two continued to puff on their pipes.

“You know about the Black Knight then?” asked the first traveler, the lower half of his face hidden by a thick and bushy beard.

“Only the rumors I’ve heard,” Allyson replied. “Is it true that no one knows his real identity?”

“The only ones who do have never lived to tell the tale,” the second traveler said, his dark eyes peering through the smoke billowing from his pipe. “But they say he can’t be killed by any man.”

“They say he was trained by a wise and powerful wizard upon a mountaintop with a sword fashioned by the god of thunder himself,” the third traveler said, though the smirk on his face made it difficult to tell if he was being serious or not.

“Oh please, we all know Excalibur is just a myth,” Allyson said, rolling her eyes.

“While that may be true, m’lady, the tale of the Black Knight is very true,” the first traveler said. “That I can assure you.”

“What, you saying you’ve seen him?” the second traveler scoffed.

“Even if I had, do you really think I would tell the likes of you?” the first traveler said, shaking his head before turning back to Allyson. “What is it you are seeking, m’lady?”

“Just the safe return of someone very near and dear to my heart,” Allyson replied, not wanting to disclose too much information until she knew for sure who these travelers were.

“Well, if you need someone to help you use that there weapon slung across your back,” the third traveler began, but Allyson hastily cut him off.

“Rest assured, my good sir, if my skills with this bow were at all like your skills at speaking to a lady, then I wouldn’t see myself fit to wield it,” she finished with a smile as the first traveler choked slightly on his pipe smoke and the smirk flew off of the third traveler’s face.

“Ally!”

She turned to see her brother beckoning her back over to their table. She bid the three travelers farewell (the first two wishing her luck on her quest while the third one seemed unable to meet her eyes) before heading back to him.

“Well, Derek has disappeared,” Spencer said. Allyson looked towards the bar where, sure enough, Derek and the blonde girl were nowhere to be found. “And I think it’s about time we turned in.”

Allyson instantly recognized the tone in her brother’s voice. He had a bad feeling about this place. And now that she heard it, she noticed an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach as well. The sooner they could get some sleep, the sooner they could be back on the road towards their quest. She didn’t like the thought of poor Princess Penelope spending more time in a cold and dark dungeon than she had to.

However, though the twins were shown to a rather nice and comfortable room upstairs in the inn, and though the beds were some of the softest and most comfortable beds they had ever lain in, it was clear that their guts were trying to tell them something. Several hours after they had put their heads to their pillows, they were awakened by the sound of the door opening. Before either of them could reach for a weapon, half a dozen swords were instantly drawn and pointed straight at their chests.

“Well, this is less than ideal,” Allyson said under her breath as she and Spencer both raised their hands in surrender.

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the light can get in

37 weeks, 2 days.

Laurel was many things, but early was never one of them.  Since she was a little girl she was always the last one out of bed and throughout college she had a strict no class before 10 am rule.  She was never on time to meetings or dates.  Even her period was always a day or two late. It wasn’t out of disrespect or flightiness (well,maybe a little flightiness); it was just simply part of her nature.

Which is why when she woke up to cramping at 3:00 am three weeks before her due date, the fact that she could actually be in labor didn’t even cross her mind.

This didn’t really feel like labor.  It didn’t hurt, not exactly; it was more annoying than anything. The discomfort was mostly in her back…and in the lack of sleep.

Besides, she would know if she was going into labor, right?

Eventually she tried to go back to sleep, writing the feeling off as Braxton-Hicks. But every time she’d put in the effort to roll over, change position, and begin to drift off, the cramping would return like clockwork.

Clockwork.

Shit.

She should be timing these. Just to be safe.

Dr. Nelson had warned her that many first time moms didn’t deliver until a couple days after their due date.  Knowing her body she had assumed she’d fall into that camp.  But as she timed the contractions and realized they were exactly 12 minutes apart, Laurel started to think her daughter might be more like her father. Her father who was still sound asleep, oblivious to Laurel’s restlessness.  

Laurel thought about waking Wes up, but she didn’t want to wake him until she was absolutely sure.  She knew he’d want to be there for her, but she also knew that as soon as she told him it’d be real. And she wasn’t ready for that just yet.

However after rereading the section on labor in her pregnancy book and consulting the Internet and going through a particularly painful contraction, after another hour Laurel had to admit it.

She was in labor.

It was time to call in reinforcements.

“Wes,” she whispered as she poked his shoulder. Nothing. She poked him again and, again, he didn’t move.

“Weswesweswesweswes,” she repeated, poking him repeatedly until he finally rolled over.

“What is it?” he murmured, still not opening his eyes. She sighed, rolling her eyes.

“I think I’m in labor,” she said pointedly. He raised his head and opened his eyes, confused.

“Wait what?”

“The baby. It’s coming.”

That did it.

He popped up, wiping sleep from his eyes.

“Are you sure?”

Laurel nodded, “Pretty sure.  I’ve been timing everything and my contractions are now 10 minutes apart. Like exactly.”

“But your due date is still, what, three weeks away?” he said, his tired brain taking forever to put two and two together.

Laurel opened her mouth to answer, but just then another contraction started and took her breath away.  She bit her lip as her hands immediately went to her lower back, attempting to alleviate some of the pressure.

Wes’ eyes widened.

“Shit you’re serious.”

Laurel let out a tiny laugh and nodded as she tried to breathe.

“What can I do?” he asked, immediately wanting to help.

“My back,” she exhaled.  Wes quickly moved so he was sitting behind her and began kneading his thumbs into her lower back.  Once he took over he felt Laurel relax the tiniest bit, her breathing becoming more and more regular as she rode out the contraction.


As soon as it was over Laurel leaned into him, taking his hands into hers and wrapping them around her giant belly.

“We get to meet our baby today,” he murmured in her ear, his eyes sparkling. She squeezed his hands.

“Poor kid’s not gonna know what hit ‘em,” she joked back.

“Please, with you as her mama? This kid’s gonna realize she hit the jackpot pretty quick,” he replied, kissing the back of her head. Laurel smiled, but her eyes were still full of anxiety.

God, I hope so.

“Well it’s official,” Laurel said as she hung up with her OB. “I’m in early labor.”

Wes popped his head into the bathroom doorway.

“And everything’s ok?” he asked quickly, his toothbrush still in his mouth.

“Yeah, she said 37 weeks is uncommon for your first kid but completely safe and that some babies are just ready earlier than others. But– ”

“Ha! Takes after her dad,” Wes interjected with a smirk.

“But,” she said again, raising her eyebrows playfully, “She said we don’t need to go in until the contractions are five minutes apart or my water breaks. So we have time.”

Wes finished up in the bathroom and then made his way back to the bed.

“Okay good,” he said, scratching the base of his neck. “So now what do we do?”

Laurel shrugged.

“We wait, I guess. Ride it out.”

He nodded, taking her hand into his.

“What do you wanna do?” he asked.

“Right now? I think– “ but once again she was cut off by a contraction. She inhaled sharply as her muscles began to harden.  

And once again Wes jumped into action, kneading her back and reminding her to breathe.

They spent the morning in a weird state of limbo.  For the most part it was like any other summer morning.  Laurel stayed in bed, not having any desire to move as the contractions slowly got closer together and more painful, while Wes called into his internship to take the day off, only to have his call go straight to voicemail.

“That’s weird,” he commented as he hung up.

“What?”

“My office is closed,” he clicked his phone to check the time and that’s when he noticed.

“It’s the Fourth of July,” he said with a laugh. “Did you know that?”

“No!”  she exclaimed, checking her own phone in disbelief. Sure enough, he was right. She giggled. “Who’dve thought our immigrant baby would choose to be born on the most obnoxiously American holiday?”

“I know,” Wes chuckled.  “Now we’re officially living the American dream.”

Laurel smiled as she shifted in bed, trying in vain to find a better position. After a couple minutes she let out a huff of defeat.

“I think I need to get up and walk around,” she said as she attempted to roll herself into an upright position.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, now that she’s awake and kicking up a storm there’s no way I can get comfortable laying down.”

So Wes came around, helped her out of bed and together they walked. The walked lap after lap around the apartment, always being sure to stop at the table when she felt a contraction begin.  She’d lean over the table, letting her belly hang beneath her as Wes rubbed her back and gently encouraged her.  

Laurel never would’ve expected it, but those hours they spent walking through the apartment proved to be some of the most romantic moments of their relationship. It was incredibly intimate, the way he’d hold her through each contraction. He was so attentive, understanding just when she needed him to hold her and what to say to keep her relaxed.  And in turn she learned to lean on him, trusting that he would be there to fall back to. He was grounding her, and that was no easy task in a time where she could easily begin freaking out at any moment.  

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have the baby, because she did. She wanted this baby so much it hurt.  As soon as she saw her in that first ultrasound, Laurel had loved that baby more than anything.

No, what terrified her was the fact that sometime in the next few hours there was going to be a person in this world who was her responsibility, who would depend on her for everything.  And Laurel was absolutely petrified of fucking that up.  

Around noon her contractions were consistently five minutes apart, and at 12:05 her water broke, meaning it was time to head to the hospital.

It was only a 15 minute drive and, normally, 15 minutes in Philly was a breeze. But when your body was threatening to rip itself apart every five minutes and you had to stay in one very uncomfortable position the whole time?

Yeah, 15 minutes might as well be 15 years.

In contrast, by the time they got to the hospital everything seemed to be moving in hyper speed. The contractions were longer, closer together, and already ten times more intense than they had been when they left.  It was all Laurel could do to keep from crying out in the middle of the waiting room. Upon seeing Laurel double over and clutch Wes’ hand in pain a nurse immediately brought over a wheelchair and checked them in, leading them to a room on the third floor.

As soon as the nurse left Laurel vomited.

“This,” she panted, “is terrible.”

“I know,” he said gently. “But you’re doing amazing.”

“No I’m not,” she replied, shaking her head as she wiped the sick from her mouth. “I just threw up, pretty sure that’s the opposite of amazing.”

“Laurel. You’re literally pushing a human out of your body. Trust me, you’re fucking incredible.”

She just gave him a small smile.

Half an hour later Dr. Nelson came in to check her.

“Already eight centimeters,” she said as she took off her gloves. “Baby should be here in a couple hours.”

Wes squeezed Laurel’s hand, excitement in his eyes.  Laurel, however, had only one thing on her mind.

“So am I able to get an epidural or something now?” she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.

The doctor gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Unfortunately you’re too close to delivery for me to feel comfortable giving you an epidural.  I’m really sorry.”

“You’re kidding,” said Laurel, looking from Wes to Dr. Nelson with tears in her eyes. “But it’s in the birth plan. You said I could have an epidural.”

“I know, but those plans change,” she explained.  “If we gave it to you now it would be too strong and you wouldn’t be able to push.  It’s safer for you and the baby and that’s what matters to us.” She patted Laurel’s leg warmly and stood up to leave.

Laurel just nodded, unable to speak as a new wave of anxiety washed over her.  Sure, women give birth without pain meds all the time, but she’d been counting on that epidural.  This whole time she kept thinking that all she had to do was just get to the hospital and then there’d be some relief.  She hadn’t even thought about having the baby without it. Now here she was about to push a baby, an actual live human, out of her body.  Without any help.

And that was when, for the first time in 11 hours, Laurel started to cry.

“Hey,” said Wes gently, running his hand down the side of her face. “It’s gonna be okay.”

But of course as soon as he said that another contraction hit.  

Up until that point Laurel had been pretty vocal during contractions; she was definitely not afraid to yell or groan or make whatever other noises she needed to make to get the contraction to pass. Occasionally during a particularly rough contraction she’d start yelling strings of profanities, both in English and Spanish. She also was not afraid to take out her emotions on Wes, so by now he was used to her different, well, sounds.

But during that contraction Laurel only let out the tiniest whimper. Tears continued to roll down her face, but her eyes were also filled with something Wes had hardly ever seen on her face: fear.

Even though it was the quietest she’d been all day, it was that little noise that scared Wes the most.  

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, taking her hand and rubbing tiny circles with his thumb as she squeezed. “You’re okay. I love you. You’re okay.”

“It hurts,” she whispered, her voice small, broken.  

“I know. I’m so sorry,” he replied, his voice full of sympathy. “You’re doing so well, though. You’re so freaking strong.”

“I’m not,” she said, gulping in air as the contraction built. Her whole body seemed to be at war with itself and all she wanted to do was surrender.

“You are,” he countered gently. “I know it’s overwhelming and it hurts like hell but there isn’t a doubt in my mind that you can do this.  You can do this.”

He repeated a string of encouragements until finally the pain faded away, giving her a moment’s reprise.  She was quiet for a minute, but then,

“Wes?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really scared.”

She looked up at him and as brown eyes met blue Wes knew she was talking about more than just the lack of pain meds.

“I know,” he nodded. “But you and me, we’re gonna figure everything out, ok? I’ll be right here the entire time.”

“You’re not gonna leave?” she asked, vulnerability seeping through her voice. It was such a simple question, but to Laurel, who had been left behind more times than she could count, it was everything.

“No, I’m not gonna leave,” Wes replied, his voice gentle, yet steady. He leaned over and softly kissed her temple. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

And for the first time since she could remember, when someone told her they weren’t going to leave, she believed them.

Josefina Rose Gibbins-Castillo came into the world two hours later, crying right along with her parents. She was tiny, pink, and perfect.

A nurse placed her on Laurel’s chest. Wes cut the cord.

Laurel was sweaty and exhausted, but the minute they placed Josie on her chest all of that was immediately forgotten.

“Hey peanut,” she whispered as she ran her hand over Josie’s tuft of dark hair.

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

Laurel woke up to see Wes facing away from her talking to the baby, who was swaddled up in his arms.

“I’m not gonna lie, I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing when it comes to babies. I’ve never even held a baby before, at least that I can remember. But luckily we’ve got your mama. She’s amazing, your mom. She’s patient and smart and she loves you so much. And for some reason she loves me too.”

Laurel’s heart felt like it was about to explode listening to Wes interact with their daughter. She’d never had a good example of what love was, but now she had two standing right in front of her. She loved them so much it almost scared her.

“The three of us, we’re gonna have so much fun,” Wes continued. “Maybe we can go to the zoo! My mom took me to the zoo when I was a kid. It was my favorite. I always liked the monkeys best. I wonder what your favorite animal will be?”

“My favorites were the zebras,” Laurel interjected quietly, a sleepy smile on her face. Wes turned his head, smiling apologetically.

“Did I wake you up?”

Laurel shook her head, still laying back against her pillow.

“Let me see her,” she said, reaching her hands out towards Wes. It sounded silly, but even though she’d only been asleep for a couple hours, she actually missed Josie. She needed to see her, needed to remind herself that she was real.

Wes walked over and placed Josie in Laurel’s outstretched arms.

“God, she’s perfect,” she said as she studied her daughter’s sleeping face. “She’s got your nose.”

Wes scrunched up his face.

“Really? I think she looks just like you.”

“Nah, there’s definitely some Wes in there,” she replied. Josie let out a little grunt, causing Laurel to smile. “See? She agrees with me!”

Wes grinned, unable to take his eyes off his girls.

“Well, I can’t argue with that now can I?”

That night they could see fireworks from their room. Wes moved Laurel’s bed over to the window and the two of them watched side by side on the bed as Josie slept on Laurel’s chest.

She reached down and found Wes’ hand, interlacing their fingers together. He turned his head towards her.

“You ok?”

She was more than ok. For the first time since she could remember she felt completely safe, and it was all because of him. He’d seen her at her most vulnerable, and he stayed. And somehow, he loved her even more.

She simply nodded.

“Thanks for staying.”

He smiled in understanding and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Always.”

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Weird dream story : prolog

// I think I am going to put some context to the weird dream squad drawings hope you enjoy and this is not cannon and the character protrail may be off //

It was a nice day for everyone span and charry where out on a picnic things where great. Span was about three months pregnant with triplets he rested his hand on his big belly and leans into cherry the love of his life “ this is such a nice day I am glad we came out ” span giggles as there was a kick . cherry put his hand on spans belly “ soon we’ll get our lil monsters heh ” he smiled with his toothy grin but it soon changed when they both looked up there was dark clouds forming .

“ well I guess we gotta go soon ” cherry said a little irritated feeling like every time they get alone time something had to happen . Cherry got up and grabbed the basket and cleaned up , he wrapped his cape around span who had fallen asleep by the tree .

The wind was picking up quick it was a bit eerie how the whether changed so suddenly . cherry let out a laugh seeing gear and thistle near by running after their things that blew away “ FUUUUCK ” thistle blatted as he belly flopped onto a paper plate crushing it . Gear rolled his eye “ you know crushing things are not going to help us get it ” he grumbled as he managed to grab the neon umbrella that blew by .

remix came barreling after the umbrella and stopped when gear caught it “ well thank ya broski ! I donno what I do with out my radical umbrella ” he pointed both index fingers at gear who was scoling at him irrateed again by the fresh lingo

it got dark and stated to rain but something was off it was toxic everyone in the aria started feeling weak . cherry ran to span to try and protect him

“Something ”
“Isn’t ”
“Right ………”


Cherry @ask-the-candy-skull
Span and gear @underloadhell.
Thistle @lavender-sans
Remix @radicalremix

Oscar, Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever (12 w/o), Macdougal & Washington Square North, New York, NY • “He follows me around the house all day just so he can get belly rubs. He also knows every doorman on our block, because they let him in the air conditioning and give him treats.”