my new baby nephew will be born within the next hour

i’m a goner [AO3]

a/n: for ofmonty​!! your prize for winning my tumblr awards - you asked for dad!bellamy but my heart was set on domestic!bellarke & uncle!bellamy is pretty close, right?

wc: 2243  //  rating: g

They’re all laughing in his dining room at a rather embarrassing picture of Bellamy involving a firetruck and buck naked babies - he had some rather interesting tendencies as a child, okay, and his mother just happened to have a camera on hand whenever he’d make a mess -  when Octavia lets out a small gasp, hand flying to her swollen belly.

This isn’t O’s first kid - no, that title belongs to Elliot, a chubby two year old sitting at the head of the table, enraptured by the fistful of spaghetti he had in his hands - but Bellamy still feels a hint of mute horror as she says, “My water just broke.”

“Mama!” Elliot giggles, tossing a handful of spaghetti across the table, completely unaware of the chaos quickly descending upon Bellamy’s apartment.

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My Angel (Part 1)

Prompt: Based off of Terrible Things by Mayday Parade

Word count: 1,428

Authors note: This is my first one shot hope it is okay.


Readers POV:

15 years ago to present

After you found out that you were pregnant with your first child you and Dean quit hunting and started to settle down. You moved to Dean’s home town Lawrence, Kansas and quickly tried to find a house. House hunting was not going well and just as you were about to give up you found the house of your dreams. When you first saw the house with Dean it was worn down, it looked like it had been through a war but you instantly fell in love with it just the same. That was one of the many things he loved about you, you never need anything fancy to be happy. You told him that it just needed some love and care to look new again, and you were right. You bought the house with what little money you had and after 6 long months of work mostly by Dean the house was perfect. As much as you would try to help him he would never let you because of your growing belly. Even before the baby was born he was protecting it as best as he could.

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Three Men and a Baby

Surprise! It’s the holiday weekend and I needed a bit of Sherlolly fluff to break me away from the family drama. :)

Not betaed and any mistakes are mine and mine alone, due to my impatience to write this up quick and post. :) 


Of all the days for her to have pushed Sherlock out of the flat to get some fresh and air and stop hovering over her!

‘Oh.’

Had she not been so surprise herself, Molly would have laughed out loud at the simple word and the look of complete shock on Mycroft’s paling face as he stood up.

‘You…your…’ He waved at her in complete befuddlement.

Rolling her eyes, Molly heaved a breath and began to rise. From the kitchen, John walked into the room carrying a tray. 

‘Your tea…’ he trailed off and his eyes widened as he took in the situation. ‘Oh.’

Men. She scoffed inwardly and finally managed to stand up, one hand supporting her extended belly. Her cherry-print maxi dress was darkening, visual proof that a Holmes does not keep to anyone’s timeline but his own. 

‘B-b-but you’re not due for another three weeks,’ Mycroft sputtered.

‘If you like, I can try to hold him in,’ Molly teased. Suddenly, she was hit by a tight band of pain around her abdomen and she groaned. 

John was immediately at her side, the Doctor in him coming to the forefront. 

‘All right, let’s get you into a clean outfit and out the door!’ He commanded sternly, but gently. Molly let him lead her into the bedroom, where she had a bag prepped for just this occasion…Okay, Sherlock had put it together, saying they needed to prepare for any contingency (and she was never going to hear the end of it now).

She smiled and stood in front of the mirror, taking in the moment. Another contraction hit and she hissed, breathing through the pain. They were too close together. Their child wanted to be born and he wanted to be born now!

Rubbing a hand over her belly, Molly smiled fondly. He certainly was proving to be his father’s son, that was for sure!

Slipping out of her dress, she put on the light cotton shift hanging on the back of the door and rejoined the men in the lounge. Both were hanging up their phones and turned expectantly when she entered. John took the bag from her hand. 

‘Let’s get you to hospital; I rang, they’re expecting you.’ John took her left hand in his left and wrapped his arm around her waist, intending to lead her down the stairs. To her surprise, and humour, Mycroft did the same on her right, the men’s arms criss-crossing behind her back. Her heart swelled with affection for them both. 

They made it downstairs and out onto the sidewalk with little trouble. Immediately, John raised his hand to hail a passing cab. The driver pulled neatly over to the side as Mycroft frowned and turned to say, ‘Dr Watson, I must inform you that-’

A black, unmarked car whipped around the corner and came to a screeching halt right behind the cab, the front bumper a hairs-breadth from the cab.

‘-I have already procured a means of transportation.’

To add to the ridiculous situation, there came the sound of sirens, growing closer until a familiar Met car flew into view and slammed on its brakes, coming to a stop half-on the curb right behind the unmarked car. 

DI Lestrade hopped out and was about to approach the black car when he noticed the trio standing on the sidewalk. He immediately ran up to them. 

‘That one of yours, Holmes?’ Greg jerked his head in the direction of the offending car. Mycroft simply raised his eyebrow in reply. ‘Nearly drove a half dozen cars off the road on Paddington.’

‘For good reason,’ Mycroft said loftily, looking down at Molly, who was in the midst of another contraction.

Greg stared at her and then his eyes widened in sudden realisation. ‘Oh! Really?’

‘Really,’ John snapped. ‘And it’s high time we got her to the A&E! Now, get a move on!’

‘Put her in the back of my car, I’ll get her there with the lights on in no time!’ Greg grabbed the bag from John. 

Mycroft sneered and took the bag. ‘My driver is trained in defensive driving and will beat your time by more than ten minutes. I guarantee it.’ 

Greg scowled. ‘Illegally and leaving a trail of fender benders, no doubt.’

‘Pick one!’ Molly gasped, sagging as the contraction eased. 

John took the bag back and led Molly toward Mycroft’s car, waving the cab away. ‘Just tell him to drive a bit safer than usual,’ he commanded. He opened the door and helped Molly in. She settled happily against the plush seat. Mycroft ducked in and sat beside her, taking her hand. John started to get in and turned to Greg one last time. ‘Go get Sherlock. He’s with Billy Wiggins at Hyde Park, no doubt deducing people.’ 

‘Yes, sir.’ Greg took off toward his car. John smirked. He hadn’t used his Army Doctor command voice in quite some time and it was good to know it still sent the common man running to do his bidding. 

‘Doctor Watson!’ Mycroft’s shout snapped John out of his thoughts and he slid into the car, taking the backwards-facing seat across from them. 

The tires squealed and the car jerked forward, sending them through London at a most impressive speed. 

Molly hung on to the safety bar above her head and gritted her teeth against the pain as John rang Sherlock, telling him to meet Lestrade and get his arse to the hospital.

Beside her, Mycroft was coaching her through breathing (she’d have to ask him once this was over if he’d Youtube-d Lamaze breathing, because he was extraordinarily well-versed in the proper technique.)

One thing is for certain, she told her soon-to-be-born son. Your three ridiculous uncles love you already.


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