#1 [Corey Graves]
Requested, #1: “Who decided you were in charge of the TV remote?” (Prompt from here.)
Word Count: 1,206
Author note: Fluffy and kind but stressful topics. Based off some struggles I’ve watched the mothers in my life go through. (This has barely been proofread. Womp.)
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Being a mother was never a dream or life goal you had growing up. You’d never planned to have children, necessarily. It wasn’t that you didn’t want them, but you felt you had a lot more to contribute to the world and accomplish in your life outside of producing more humans.
So when you’d been with Corey for about two years, and you’d found yourself pregnant, you had a bit of a meltdown over it.
Corey, well, he had been exceptionally excited.
“Hell yeah! Kids are so cool. We can raise this awesome person that’s gonna do good shit in the world and not be an asshole.”
His enthusiasm for your pregnancy became infectious over time. So by the time you were in active labor, you were beyond anxious and excited to meet your daughter.