(if people like this I can think of lots more to write in this scenario! So I hope everyone likes it)I
hated my office job, so I wasn’t too sad when I got laid off. A new
daycare was opening on the other side of town so I thought I’d apply - I
love kids and wanted some of my own one day. But it wasn’t a normal
sort of daycare. I thought they seemed weirdly obsessed with health
screenings and drug tests and stuff but I didn’t find out why until my
I don’t really know how the technology works. It’s all
very secret and patented and all kinds of things. They just told me a
lot about how safe it was. All I know is, you get in one pod thing, and a
pregnant woman gets in the other, and you’re both strapped in in all
kinds of places, and when the technician has finished pushing buttons
you’re the one who’s pregnant. Then she can go off and do what she wants
- like go on a flight, or get drunk, or just feel normal for a while -
and at the end of your shift she takes her baby back.
these women a lot so the pay is good, and the facilities are fantastic -
you can’t leave the site while you’re carrying, but they have hotel
rooms if you need to stay over, and all your meals are provided (it’s
very heavy on the health food but that’s okay).
Some of the staff
don’t stay very long - they say it’s ‘too weird’, or they just hate
being pregnant. But I love it! I didn’t realise I would. I don’t want an
actual baby right now, but I love feeling pregnant, especially since I
don’t have to do anything but enjoy it. I love having a round belly to
stroke, I know I look really cute, and I love feeling the babies move
around. I’ve worked here six months now. I’m only scheduled to work
three days a week - the pay is that good that you can easily manage on
that - but I come in most days. The manager knows she can always call me
if they’re busy.
And who needs a day off when I’m being paid to
spend all evening watching TV! The client has gone to her best friend’s
bachelorette party, and was talking very excitedly about how drunk she
was going to get, so I’m here overnight, and possibly overnight tomorrow
as well (she won’t take her baby back until her blood alcohol level is
low enough). Right now I’m eight months pregnant.
And I feel
great. I’m sitting up in the bed, with a big pile of pillows behind me,
watching a movie. I’ve got a delicious smoothie. And I’ve got my pajamas
on, but they don’t really fit, with the waistband tucked down under my
huge belly and the top folded up under my breasts. I can feel the baby
kicking and wonder if it knows it’s somewhere new.
I put the
smoothie down and stroke my hands over my belly. At first it was so
strange to me, being suddenly very pregnant, but now I’m used to it. I
love when my skin feels so tight and stretched. Third trimester
transfers are definitely my favourite.
“It’s okay, baby,” I say.
“I’m just the babysitter. Mommy will be back soon.” It kicks me again
and I feel the skin stretch slightly at that point. “You should be glad
you’ve got plenty of room in there,” I said. “Sometimes it gets
The first couple of months I worked here they just gave
me one baby at a time. Once I was used to that I started getting more.
If it’s just one first trimester baby you hardly notice it at all - you
don’t get as sick as the actual mother, I don’t know why, just sometimes
a little bit. Two or three and you start to show. The most babies I’ve
carried at once was five, but that was only for an hour or so until one
client returned (I asked the technician how she was sure she gave people
their right baby back and she went on a long speech about DNA tagging
that I didn’t understand, I just hope she gets it right every time!). I
was pretty big then, bigger than this, I think two of those babies were
second trimester and three first. I felt so full, it was fantastic.
Since then we haven’t been so busy, and we’ve had some new staff. A few
of them are talking about quitting, though, so maybe we’ll be
short-staffed again soon.
I hope so. If I’m here a couple of days
with this baby there’s a good chance they’ll give me another. I stroke
my belly again, trying to push it forward even more. I think about that
day I carried five babies. The manager called me up, sounding seriously
stressed, because only one other staff member had turned up and she had a
dozen clients booked in. When I got here and went into her office I
could see what she meant - she was leant back in her chair, barely able
to reach her desk over her belly, that was clearly stuffed full. That’s
how I know we’re really busy - she’s so dedicated and hates to turn
anyone down! She did have to make a couple of walk-ins wait until some
clients had collected their babies. I’m sure I could have fit one more.
Maybe I’ll manage six another time.
I’m in luck tonight. The movie has just finished and I’m thinking about taking a bath when there’s a knock on the door.
Cathy,” my manager says. Sometimes she wears a suit but tonight she’s
in uniform - a tight, stretchy purple t-shirt and black leggings - and
when I look, sure enough she has a medium-sized bump under her top.
“How’re you doing?”
“I’m great,” I say, because I am. “What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you could do me a favour,” she said. “Mel has called in sick and -”
“It’s fine,” I say. “I’m here anyway.”
“It’s a single pregnancy, 21 weeks. I’d take it myself but I have a lot of running about to do. Can you manage?”
“Sure, no problem.”
manager sighs. “Oh, you’re a star. Come on, then,” and she helps pull
me up from the bed. I’m already so big that getting up is a problem. I
think about how much bigger I’ll be in a few minutes and bite my lip in
It takes me a few minutes to waddle along to the
transfer room. A nervous-looking pregnant woman watches me strap myself
in. “Is this okay?” she says. “If she’s already, you know…”
“It’s fine,” the technician assures her. “We do this all the time.”
close my eyes. I pulled my pajama top down over my belly when I left my
room but it barely stretches. I adjust it surreptitiously so that it
doesn’t suddenly ping up or tear when the transfer happens. I should
have changed back into my uniform (that top really is SUPER stretchy)
but it’s hard when you’re already huge.
“Here we go,” the
technician says, and I sigh as I feel my belly stretch that much more.
The fabric of my pajama top is stretched super tight now, so tight I can
hardly breathe. When I get back to my room I’m going to take it off.
client leaves, thanking everyone profusely for ‘fitting her in’. “Did
you manage to fit her in, Cathy?” the tech says after she’s gone. I just
about manage to reach round my massive belly. “I think so,” I said.
“Wow, that’s more than I thought it would be.”
“You’re so good at
this,” she says, taking my arm and helping me waddle back to my room. “I
wish we had a whole team just like you.”
“You’ve never been tempted to give it a go?” I ask. She laughs.
the only one who knows how to work the machine! I can’t do it to
myself. Although she’s tried to talk me into it, I’m not sure. It looks
“I actually love it,” I confess. “I’d love to see how many babies I can carry at once.”
“Really?” she looks at me thoughtfully. “What’s your record so far?”
look at the bookings. See what I can do.” She grins at me as she opens
my room door and helps me inside. “If that’s what you want. Now get some
She leaves and I shut the door behind her and sit down on
the bed. Finally I can pull off my pajama top and I look down at myself.
Sitting down, my belly reaches right to my knees. I feel magnificent.
The babies are squirming and kicking and I know I won’t get much sleep
tonight, but that’s okay. I want to enjoy this.
I always rationalized "A. Lightwood" as a joke. Like Magnus putting that in his phone, A Lightwood, The Lightwood, That One Lightwood that I actually like, Lightwood comma A, top of the list, Alexander "Tall(er than me) Dark Handsome" Lightwood, bless
Oh my god, you need to know that this is EXACTLY what I thought when I first saw it. Before I started wondering what his rationale was, I seriously thought he put Alec in his phone as
A Lightwood. One of them. One of those Lightwood people.
Regardless of why he changed Alec’s contact to that (I still can’t get over the fact that it was different in s1 and he changed it TO this more formal, less personal version after they start dating), I’ll bet you anything he still has moments where he gets a call from “A Lightwood” and for a split second he’s like “oh shit which one????????”