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What’s Bred in the Bone: Part I

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Jaal x Sara Ryder

A 600 year nap and a 2.5 million light-year journey to find out the answer: are humans and angara genetically compatible?

Rated M for strong language, some sexuality and violence. Alien-human pregnancy fic.

Spoilers for Jaal’s romance and loyalty mission, and end of game.

Part I of ??? - Part II - Part III - Part IV

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I was talking with @reneegayde earlier today over Jaal reacting to Sara somehow becoming pregnant and waiting for the twins to come out. 

Just imagine this:

  • Angara typically have more than one child when they give birth (in the codex). Jaal would become GREATLY concerned when he learns humans commonly have one child and in rare cases when they do end up with more than one, there can be complications which might require surgery to ensure the health of the mother and the babies.
  • JAAL SMILING LIKE A DOOF EVERYTIME HE SEES HIS DARLING ONE. JUST NOTHING BUT PURE JOY AND HAPPINESS AS HE GAZES AT THE WOMEN HE LOVES AND THE BABIES ON THE WAY
  • Jaal sneaks kisses on Sara’s face during the night. Sometimes placing kisses on her exposed stomach where he ‘thinks’ the babies are.
  • All the sappy overly sweet nicknames Jaal would give to Sara… infront of everyone. And I mean everyone.
  • Angara most likely don’t move around while they are growing in the womb and when Jaal feels Sara’s stomach move under his hands- he panics. “Darling one! Are you alright!?” “They are just saying hi.” “I don’t understand… they aren’t born yet.” “Human babies in the womb can respond to outside stimulus… like your hand on my stomach.” Switching from panic to curiosity he touches her stomach again and feels something strike from within. He is over the moon when the twins continue to do this every single time he kisses or touches Sara’s stomach. 
  • When the twins are born Jaal and Sara aren’t able to hold their newborns for a good two hours as the entire tempest crew, Scott, and Jaal’s family take turns holding cooing and holding the babies.
  • Sahuna tries her best to help Sara and Jaal deal with the little ones. But given they are hybrids she is somewhat at a loss from time to time. She tries her best.
  • Whenever the babies get fussy or won’t stop crying Jaal will start singing various Angara songs to soothe them. 
  • If Sara needs a breather Jaal is quick grab the twins and let her rest or recoup. 
  • The twins absolutely adore Jaal and typically behave whenever they see him or hear his voice. Sara teases him they like him more than her and Jaal tries SO hard to convince the twins to show more affection for their mother. 
  • The little ones inherit Jaal’s big blue eyes and Sara can’t stop crying when she first sets her eyes on the newborns. Jaal expresses alarm as he thinks Sara doesn’t like them. Quickly she informs him they have lovely eyes… just like his.
  • While Sara is pregnant Jaal will do everything he can to ensure she’s comfortable and happy during her pregnancy. Often he’ll ask his mother or Lexi of things he can do for her when he runs out of ideas. Lexi suggests messages for when Sara begins to feel fatigue, Sahuna suggests lots of good wholesome food for the babies, and both agree on letting her sleep as much as possible.
  • Sehuna sends tons of handmade gifts like angaran toys (in various colors), tiny angaran clothes, and various foods safe for human consumption. She’ll also pester both Jaal and Sara for updates on the newest additions to the family, sometimes including messages of Jaal’s sisters, brothers, uncles, and aunts as they celebrate over the new growing life within Jaal’s Darling one.
  • Instead of placing the babies in the crib the twins sleep along side Jaal and Sara, sandwiched between two loving- cuddly parents.

elliephunk80  asked:

Do you think Michael was as excited as Sara about the baby in season 4? I could never read his feelings when he found out she was pregnant.

yes. i absolutely think he was as excited as she was. he might not have been at the exact moment he found out from linc about sara being pregnant, just because i feel like he had a bit of a… “fuck my life” moment as he tried to process that information. and i honestly can’t blame him. his brother was being held hostage and bleeding out from a gunshot wound, sara was also being held hostage, he’s being forced to choose which one he wanted to save and then, oh yeah, also, you’re also going to be a dad. i don’t think he had room to feel excitement at that time. he was overwhelmed and terrified, i’m sure. the two most important people in his life were in immediate danger, and then his child was thrown into the mix.

but he scaled a building for sara after he found out she was pregnant. and then, when he let sara know that he knew (even though it was in a weird, roundabout way, but i would expect nothing less from michael scofield), look at this face:

he’s so excited that he’s gonna be a dad. and then, immediately after, he’s in the car with sara, already thinking about how they were gonna have to live in a neighborhood with good schools, because baby scofield is only going to have the best. and he’s so happy about it. he’s so happy that’s something he’s gonna have to think about in the future.

and THEN. then when everything was done, and he was on the beach with sara, all he wanted to talk about was the baby. he’s gonna be a hands on dad. when do babies start walking? sara isn’t sure. that’s okay. they’ll get baby books.

to say michael was excited is probably an understatement. he loved that baby from the second he knew that baby existed. 

anonymous asked:

do you think they will make sara pregnant (with michaels baby obviously) in the epilogue/time jump at the end of this episode? (i'm like 90% sure they'll have one)

haha i love that you clarified whose baby it would be.  because let’s be real, i will accept nothing else.  only scofield dna, please and thank you.

but to answer your question, i don’t think that enough time will have passed for that to happen.  it’s not out of the realm of possibility. she could just be pregnant. and if they didn’t do that THEY TOTALLY SHOULD HAVE.  because it would’ve been a nice parallel to the season four finale where they left us with michael and sara eagerly anticipating their baby, before they crushed all our dreams.  it would literally be the finale we should’ve gotten but didn’t.

that being said, i have ZERO doubts that if we were to get a season six (which i don’t want), that they would absolutely either have sara be pregnant or have them have two kids.  that is a given.

anonymous asked:

You know I was actually a bit disappointed when I found out Sara was pregnant in season 4. Don't get me wrong, I love baby Mike, but it's just that I felt as if Micheal and Sara didn't have time for themselves if that makes any sense. I think it would have been better if they waited a bit before making Sara pregnant, so that the two could have bonded with each other a bit more. However, in saying that it's understandable because of the plot.

hahaha see and i was the opposite of this. i was so excited when we found out she was pregnant. even though i really shouldn’t have been. whenever the female of my otp ends up pregnant, it usually means the male has just shown up on the grim reaper’s front porch and is about to ring the doorbell. but i hadn’t been burned enough at that point to feel dread over it, i was just straight up over the moon excited for baby scofield. but i get where you’re coming from. they didn’t really have any time where it was just them. if they had been able to stay together and michael hadn’t had to fake his death, they would have gone from a crazy life on the run, chasing down the company, always dodging death straight to preparing to have a baby. but the story was never going to go that way, so that’s why they chose for baby mike to happen. but, you know what? they were both so excited for baby scofield it’s like… i don’t think they would have chosen it to happen any other way. like the timing was shit, obviously, but the moment where sara knows michael knows about the baby and she hugs him… that is honestly my favorite moment. they’re so happy. they have a finish line in sight. they have a future. plus just… michael scofield as a dad. i mean. it’s honestly something he was meant to be.

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“I’m going to die, I know it.”

On February 4th 2009, pregnant 36 year old Sara Kuszak was jogging along a secluded road in Puerto Rico when local Eliezer Marquez Navedo grabbed her and forced her into the boot of his car. She had recently relocated to the area from San Francisco to be with her boyfriend Cheshire McIntosh; they were engaged and 4 months away from the arrival of their first child.

Whilst trapped and completely unaware of where her captor was taking her, Sara took the well concealed mobile phone from her pocket and made what was going to be her last phone call to her boyfriend. During the tearful and desperate exchange in which which she told him she had been kidnapped and was going to be killed, she bravely proceeded to give a full description of her attacker and the car she was bundled into. Just after this, the phone lost signal and cut out. 

Minutes after Cheshire had frantically contacted the authorities, Sara was being dragged out the car and into a remote field. It was there that Navedo tied her hands with rope and raped her before stabbing her upper body repeatedly, eventually covering her over with a thin sheet of metal once she had died. He only then noticed the mobile phone, which he picked up and threw back into the boot along with with the bloodied rope. However, once back onto the road and driving away from the crime scene, Navedo had coincidentally pulled out of a lane and ended up directly in front of the police car which contained the detectives responding to Cheshire’s phone call. They noticed the car fitted the description given by the victim’s boyfriend and signalled for Navedo to pull over. Although he did not comply at first, Navedo eventually conceded and police searched the car and discovered the rope and Sara’s mobile.

Once led to the site where Sara’s body lay, one of the detectives pulled back the sheeting and described what he witnessed as “an emotionless killing.” Her recalled seeing her “face destroyed, eyes missing, back of head crushed and her throat cut.” Navedo was immediately arrested for the crime and cried during the prosecution, interjecting that he was a father himself and did not know his victim was pregnant. He further went on to say that if he had known, he would not have done what he did. Regardless of his claims, Eliezer Marquez Navedo was sentenced to 105 years in prison, as Puerto Rico only administers the death penalty in response to federal crimes.

youraverageshipper  asked:

Top 5 Sara and Michael moments!! (Have funn)

OH GOD WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????

ok here we go

1. “WAIT FOR ME, IT WON’T ALWAYS BE LIKE THIS. IN THIS ROOM IN THIS PLACE”

2. THE TRAIN KISS HOLY HELL THAT WAS HOT

3. WHEN MICHAEL FOUND OUT SARA WAS PREGNANT AND THEY WERE WALKING ON THE BEACH FINALLY TROUBLE-FREE FOR .2 SECONDS

4. WHEN THEY WERE AT THE HORSE RACE AND HE SAW HER IN THE LOW CUT SHIRT AND THEY WERE ALL FLIRTY AND CUTE AND AHSBFLSAKJFBLF I LOSE MY SHIT EVERY TIME

5. WHEN HE RESCUED HER FROM THE PRISON RIOT!!!!!!

I really would love a mini series of Prison Break of everyone living a normal life together.

Michael and Sara are raising (Maybe Sara is pregnant with a second child).

They move to a different place

Lincoln and Sheba move near them.

Sara and Sheba become girlfriends

Sucre comes to visit every now and then and Mike starts calling him uncle Sucre

Michael taking Mike to school

Michael and Sara walk on the beach with Mike, both holding his hand

Mike and Sucres daughter playing together

LJ comes to see Michael

Sara planning a get together for Michael coming back and calls Alex

If they ever said they were going to do this I would be the happiest fan in the world
Quickening, part 6

(This series is set during Amelia’s 5th month of pregnancy – and possibly a bit beyond. Each story can stand alone, but you can also read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5. Writing this 6th part was an incredible experience for me. I created someone new, and I hope you love her like I do.)

Reality can’t be defined simply by what we experience through our senses. Sunlight reflects off the leaves of a tree, making them appear green. You can hear the rustle when the wind picks up and carries its earthy fragrance. You can run your hand over the texture of bark and taste the sweetness of fruit. But what about the memory of the tree that grew in your yard when you were young? How about the way you felt inside as you climbed its branches all the way to the top? Or the way you thrilled to lie beneath it, kissing your love in the shadow? Memory and emotion are created by the brain and can physically alter the body. You can’t see, hear, smell, touch, or taste them, but does that make them any less real?

***

After nearly five months, Amelia’s pregnancy felt surreal to her. Not unreal exactly, but like something just beyond reality or, more aptly, underneath its surface. Like the pea that the princess felt under 20 mattresses and 20 feather beds, the gentle nudges of the baby were tiny but insistent. Amelia was starting to see changes in her body that were magnificent but subtle, like the flash of green just as the sun dips below the horizon. If you don’t look hard enough, you can miss it. And Amelia was good at concealing. She’d had a great deal of practice. It wasn’t even a matter of hiding this baby, merely keeping her in, as if that alone would keep her safe.

Amelia decided from the beginning to have prenatal care outside of Grey Sloan. She wanted time. Time to make sure that the baby would develop normally. Otherwise she couldn’t stand to hear the apologies. Whenever people would say “I’m sorry” about something they hadn’t done, something they couldn’t control, it only made her feel worse. It just added them to her list of casualties – people she’d hurt and disappointed. “I’m sorry” in that context made her feel even more broken.

So Amelia took the time she needed. Whenever she could feel herself questioning reality, she’d touch her fingers to the pulse in her neck. Her pulse was something just below the surface yet unquestionably real. The sound of the baby’s heartbeat at her appointments was real too. Every time she’d expect it to be gone, but then the OB would find it holding steady at around 150 beats per minute. Normal and unbroken.

***

Amelia held 3 fingers to her pulse as she rested in an on call room. The sun was moving down the sky toward late afternoon. She had a break in her day and considered food since she was hungry. But being even more tired than hungry, she opted for a moment of rest. She hadn’t slept well the past couple of weeks, kept up by insomnia and her dreams. The baby’s movements still felt like flutters but were happening more regularly as her butterfly settled into a pattern of sleep when Amelia was active, and activity when Amelia wanted rest. But the baby was still now, so Amelia fell asleep with her fingers on her pulse.

“Sunlight comes creeping in
Illuminates our skin
We watch the day go by
Stories of all we did
It made me think of you
It made me think of you…”

Amelia woke a short while later. Her skin was damp from the heat of the room. She glanced at her phone to check the time. She stood up quickly and her head ached. “This is why I don’t take naps,” she said to herself, “They screw with me.” She opened the door and stepped under the doorway. An unusual sensation crept over her. The hallway suddenly grew long and dark. The distortion made her dizzy, and she held onto the doorframe to steady herself. Logic fled and Amelia was driven forward into the darkness. She tried to grab onto the wall for support, but it was slick and pulsating. She could feel herself falling backward slowly, like in a dream. Her eyes closed. “What’s happening to me?” she thought, or perhaps whispered, maybe even screamed. She couldn’t tell.

“…Under a trillion stars
We danced on top of cars
Took pictures of the stage
So far from where we are
They made me think of you
They made me think of you…”

Amelia expected her head to hit the floor, but all she felt was softness beneath her and all around her. Softness and light. She opened her eyes to find herself in an exam room bed. Her hand went instinctively to her stomach.

“She’s all right,” said the sweetest voice that Amelia had ever heard.

She sat up in bed and turned toward the voice. Sitting in a chair by her bedside was a young girl, about eight years old. Auburn hair curled below her shoulders and all around her. It made Amelia dizzy again to look at it. Her skin was fine with a spattering of freckles on the bridge of her nose plus another few here and there on her cheeks. Her eyes were blue. Amelia had seen them before, thousands of times, reflecting back at her from a mirror. The child had Amelia’s eyes. Her expression was soft and serious. It captured and held and flooded the room with a feeling of peace.

“I’m waiting for my mom,” the girl spoke again, “I hope you don’t mind if I wait with you for a while.”

“I don’t mind,” Amelia managed to say.

“You’re afraid.” The child knew without asking.

“Yes.”

“You don’t need to be,” she said gently, “This is a safe place. My parents take care of people here.”

A colorful scarf wrapped around her neck and poured downward. The fringe of it spilled onto a book that lay open in her lap.

“What are you reading?” Amelia asked her.

The Secret Garden. Would you like for me to read to you while you’re here?”

“Very much,” Amelia nodded with glassy eyes.

The girl held the book with delicate fingers, as if it held treasure within. Amelia was captivated by her voice and the words she read.

“Sometimes since I’ve been in the garden I’ve looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something were pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden—in all the places.”

“Do you believe magic can be real?” the child asked her.

Amelia didn’t know anymore, so she answered carefully, “Well, science can seem like magic. The earth spins around every day and that’s how the sun appears to rise above the horizon. That’s the science of a sunrise, but that feeling of pushing and drawing in your chest when you watch the sunrise - that is magic I believe.”

The girl smiled, revealing a dimple on her left cheek. She could conceal things, but she chose not to. She was not afraid to show herself. 

She sighed as she closed the book. “I have to be going soon.”

The pushing and drawing in Amelia’s chest squeezed her heart. “I wish you could stay.”

“I know,” the child understood, “But we’ll meet again. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“What’s your name?” Amelia asked her.

“You call me Sara.”

As suddenly as she had arrived, she was gone – along with the light. Amelia found herself in the tunnel again. The floor was cold, but she could feel sweat on her forehead and her pulse beating in her neck. She heard familiar voices.

“Dr. Shepherd, can you hear me?…”

“She’s not responding….”

“Page Hunt…”

The voices were distressed, but she wasn’t ready to answer them.

“…I’m in a foreign state
My thoughts they slip away
My words are leaving me
They caught an aeroplane
Because I thought of you
Just from the thought of you…”

Amelia felt the softness again beneath her and all around her, and she opened her eyes to the light. The bed beside her in the exam room held another occupant. She was a girl of about sixteen. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail on the side that draped over her shoulder and onto her chest in a cascade of dark auburn and plum. Her skin was porcelain beneath a light layer of makeup. Her eyes were closed, and her long lashes pressed against her cheeks. Amelia could see a trail of moisture left behind by a tear that had fallen not long ago. She was the most beautiful girl Amelia had ever seen.

Amelia’s hand moved unconsciously again to her own stomach, and the girl’s eyelids fluttered open to reveal a sea of blue, wise beyond her years and tired – so tired. Amelia remembered those eyes. She remembered wearing them. The girl looked into Amelia and touched something deep inside her - that part of her where love comes from.

“Have you ever created something out of nothing?” the girl asked her in a voice that was deeper and melodic. It filled the room with her sorrow and her light. Another tear followed the trail left behind by the first, tugging at Amelia’s heart as it fell.

“Maybe,” Amelia answered, thinking about love. “What about you?”

“There’s this place of nothingness inside me. It aches to be filled with creation. I make characters. I listen to their voices, and they tell me what to write. I don’t know where they come from. Maybe from nothing. Maybe from everything. I work to fill the nothingness, and still that place inside me aches for more.”

Amelia understood the ache. She had tried a lifetime of ways to fill it within herself. Her own methods had driven her to be a surgeon – and an addict. Yet still she longed for more.

“I feel that ache too,” Amelia confided, “All passionate people do. It burns inside us. It took me a long time to learn that it’s okay to feel it.”

“What if I don’t want to feel it?” the girl asked defiantly.

Owen’s words came to Amelia as the answer, “We’re supposed to feel it. That’s the point of being alive. It’s perfectly normal. It’s boring even. It’s so normal.”

The girl looked at her thoughtfully through wet lashes. “What if I’m never enough?”

Amelia answered slowly to give the words time, “You’re already enough. Use your passion to create. Create more out of love. But know that you are already enough just as you are.”

The girl let out a long breath that she’d been holding in. She’d been holding it in for years.

“You always help me. Even when I don’t know it yet, you help me,” she said as her tears followed their path home, and a dimple appeared on her left cheek. “…I love you.”

“I love you too, Sara.”

Amelia held her eyes for as long as she could before slipping again into the tunnel of darkness, cold floor, and familiar voices.

“She’s unconscious…”

“Check her vitals…”

“She’s pregnant…”

She heard their desperation, but she could feel her pulse, steady and regular. Amelia was calm now, and not yet ready to answer.

“…Oh lights go down
In the moment we’re lost and found
I just wanna be by your side
If these wings could fly…”

Once more, Amelia was surrounded by softness and light. She took in her familiar setting with eagerness. The bed beside hers was occupied by a woman somewhat younger than herself. Dark red-brown hair curled around her shoulders, and her cheeks held the flush of sunshine. Her delicate hands rested upon her rounded stomach. Amelia felt a flutter inside. The young woman met her eyes in recognition as the sky meets the sea at twilight, and it’s hard to tell which is which.

“Hello,” she said with a smile, showing the dimple in her left cheek.

“I hoped I’d find you here,” Amelia smiled too.

“I have my ultrasound today,” the young woman told her.

Amelia was overwhelmed with feeling as she gazed at the young woman. “Congratulations,” she said, referring to her pregnancy.

“You can congratulate me when it’s over!” she declared, referring to the ultrasound, “They had me drink a gallon of water this morning, and now I have to pee so bad. I wish they’d hurry up and get in here! Nothing in my life happens exactly when I want it to. Everything seems either too late or too soon. But I’m learning to roll with it.”

The young woman touched her stomach as she said it, and Amelia wondered if her baby was one of the things that had happened too late or too soon.

“I have a traveler’s heart, but I love to come home too. This baby brought me home, and for that I’m grateful.”

“Where were you before this?” Amelia wanted to know more. She wanted to know everything.

“South America. Travel writing and photography. For National Geographic mostly and some freelance work. And then some personal stuff. I got to visit the land of my namesake. Or I’m her namesake actually.”

Amelia was intrigued, “Who’s that?”

“Sara Longwing, Heliconius sara. She has brilliant blue on her back and red spots underneath. She’s a butterfly.”

Amelia felt the baby inside her flutter again.

“She’s fierce,” the young woman continued, “Her caterpillars feed on passion vines, which impart chemicals that become part of their bodies for their whole lives. Predators won’t eat them, and they’re protected.”

“Brilliant blue and red, she must be very bold,” Amelia noted with pride.

“I like to think so. There’s no reason for her to hide.”

Amelia thought of her own hiding. “Are you afraid?” Amelia asked her, glancing at the young woman’s stomach.

“I am afraid, but fear is not a reason to hide. It’s just an emotion to move through, like all the others.”

“I have to wake up now, don’t I?” Amelia asked her, already knowing the answer.

“Yes you do. People are worried.”

“I’ll miss you, Sara.”

“I’m right there inside you. And you’ll meet me soon. For real.

Amelia held on as long as she could. She held on to magic, auburn and plum and red-brown. Magic that made her dizzy. Magic that made her brave. But magic eventually ends, like all things do, and she slipped into the tunnel again.

“…Oh damn these walls
In the moment we’re ten feet tall
And how you told me after it all
We’d remember tonight
For the rest of our lives”

Amelia woke to the sound of Owen’s voice calling her name. She felt his fingers on her pulse and his breath against her face. Warm and real. She was ready to open her eyes.

“Hey,” she whispered, just for him.

She lifted her hand to his forehead and touched the creases she found there, attempting to erase his worry.

He kneeled on the floor beside her. His eyes were close to tears.  He was still checking her for signs of concussion or other trauma, and fortunately did not find any. He slid his hand up her neck and rested it on her cheek with the tips of his fingers caressing her hair.

“Hey, yourself. We’ve been pretty worried about you,” his voice came out full of emotion.

“Yeah. I guess I passed out there. That hasn’t happened for a while.”

“A while? You mean this happened before?” Owen troubled.

“1,768 days ago. Before I was sober, I used to pass out all the time. You get good at it, you know. Falling without killing yourself takes a lot of practice, but I had years of practice. So, yeah, I’m good.”

“You’re joking!” It was Meredith talking now. “We’re worried about you dying here on the hospital floor, and you’re cracking jokes!”

“Sorry. I’ll filter,” Amelia added.

“Well, she’s definitely conscious now,” Meredith sounded exasperated but relieved.

“These are all good signs,” Arizona chimed in, “Fainting in pregnancy happens for different reasons, many of which are relatively benign. I recommend obstetrics run a blood panel and an ultrasound just to be sure.”

“The baby’s good. She likes to move around when I’m lying down, and, well, I’m obviously lying down now, so she’s having a party.”

Owen’s hand still lingered on Amelia’s cheek, and he moved his other to her stomach. He felt the baby moving, and his breath came more easily. “Let’s make sure, okay?”

“I guess our secret’s out,” she covered his hand and moved her thumb back and forth across his skin to ease his tension.

“Apparently it is.” He looked up to see half the hospital staff standing around them.

“Well, at least this announcement will be memorable,” she smiled.

“I’m going to carry you, okay?”

“As if I could stop you.”

Owen scooped her up in his arms. Amelia rested her head in the crook of his neck, with her forehead against his pulse.

“We’re going to be okay, you know, the baby and I. We’re both going to be fine.”

Owen’s voice caught in his throat. In lieu of words that wouldn’t come, he kissed the top of her head and held her tighter than needed. The baby fluttered again, reminding them she was real.

“What do you think of the name Sara?” she asked him.

Summary: Sarada doesn’t really want a sibling

Sarada takes in Mama’s eager smile and Papa’s relaxed stare before frowning at them and uttering a simple, “No thank you.”

Mama blinks, confused. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“I don’t want a little sibling, Mama,” Sarada explains. She shakes her head at the prospect of a slobbering girl or a wailing boy. She fights down her cringe to smile at Mama. “You’re my Mama!” Sarada steps forward and wraps her arms around Mama. “I can share you with Papa, I guess, but we don’t need another baby so you can just return it. Did you remember to keep the receipt?”

Papa chuckles under his breath and Sarada turns to him, her head still resting against Mama’s chest.

“What’s so funny?”

Papa just shakes his head and lays a heavy hand over her hair. “You’re a silly girl,” Papa tells her, making Sarada pout.

“I’m not silly!” she retorts. She turns to her mother. “Mama, tell him.”

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You Lost Me | Pt.6

Warning: Language; Feels; Fluff; PLOT TWIST

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 2,419

A/N: Prepare yourself for this guys. 

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Seven 

“Who was that on the phone?” You asked, raising a brow as you sunk your teeth into the sandwich Luke had made you. Although the caller wasn’t the information you required, you had to play along with his little games. His eyes wandered up to your gaze, unable to hold it as they faltered and looked back down. 

“Just work, asking if I could cover a shift tomorrow.” He shrugged, unsettled with his own lies. He stole a glance at you, checking if you believed it; Satisfied when you nodded and smiled back at him, he exhaled loudly, feeling the pressure being taken away from him. 

“I actually need to do some stuff today.” You smiled, pushing yourself up from the comfort of the couch. Luke’s eyes followed you, eyeing you curiously. “Plus I said I’d visit my mother.” 

“Need me to come?” He asked, holding your gaze. 

“Um, no I think I’ll be okay. I’ll give you a call later.” You leaned down, wrapping your arms around his neck, loosely. His lips met your cheek, kissing you goodbye. 

Your eyes flickered over to him as you reached the door, your phone clenched in your hand and a plan in your mind; “Seeya.” Your hand pulled the door shut, and you could finally feel yourself breathing like you had been holding your breath the entire time. 

You found yourself sat in your car, outside a local shop for about 10 minutes. Your phone still tightly grasped in the palm of your hand, shaking from the nerves. You had pulled up Sara’s contact number 3 times already, and still didn’t have the courage to call her. 

“Come onn.” You muttered to yourself, trying anything to encourage yourself to just call her and get the answers straight from her mouth. 

Slamming your hands on the wheel in frustration, you groaned. Rolling your head back, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath; Mentally preparing yourself before you completely flipped out in anger. Pulling up her number one last time, you stared down at it, your eyes occasionally flickering up to glance out of the windows. 

Pulling your lip between your teeth, you dialed and waited. The nerves began to creep back up on you, feeling your breath become shaky as you inhaled, sharply. 

“Hello?” 

Gasping at the softness of her tone, you felt the lump forming in your throat, stopping you from presenting any clear words without stuttering. 

“Y/N? Is it you?” She asked, uncertainty in her voice. 

“Yes.” 

You heard her take a sharp inhale, before saying another word. 

“Did Luke tell you?” Her voice had turned cold, almost bitter. You had no idea what Luke was supposed to have told or you. Or was keeping from you, for that matter. 

“I want to hear it from you.” You spoke, confidently. Knowing if you played along, you’d get some real answers. 

Silence. 

“Sara, please. I have to hear it from you. I’m tired of the bullshit.” You snapped, your voice still shaking slightly. 

More silence. 

You could feel the anger bubbling within you, but tried desperately to contain yourself before she hung up on you. You squeezed your eyes shut, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Please.” You mumbled. 

“I found out I was pregnant.. And when I told Luke, he basically told me he was with you now.” 

Your eyes shot open as your lips parted, just wanting her to take back what she just said. You couldn’t believe it. In fact, you didn’t believe it. She was lying. She must be. 

“You’re his top priority. You and your baby.” Sara continued, her tone sounding more sarcastic. 

“You’re lying.” 

Your hand was firmly grasped on the steering wheel, your knuckles turning white from the tight hold. The silence from Sara’s behalf, infuriated you. 

“Right? You’ve got to be fucking lying.” You repeated, your voice becoming more stern with each word. 

“No, Y/N. I’m not lying. I’m carrying Luke’s child.” 

You could almost hear the smirk on her lips as she spoke, just wanting to push you over the edge. You hung up immediately, throwing your phone on the shot gun seat. Slamming your hands onto the steering wheel again, this time with more force. There were no tears, just anger. 

You hadn’t planned what came next. But it was better than going back to Luke. 

Michael pulled open the door, his eyes stopping at your gaze in confusion. You smiled that only quivered when it was not returned. His eyes traveled up and down your figure, before moving aside to let you in. 

“Thanks.” You muttered, walking past him into the living room. 

“Not that I’m not happy you’re here. But what are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, clenching the drink in his hand, the other hand in his pocket. 

“I nee- I wanted to speak to you.” 

“Okay. Talk.” He shrugged, walking over to his chair, slumping down with a sigh. 

“Look, I’m sorry.” You started, still trying to fixate some words that would sooth this tension. 

“I know. I see it written all over your face.” 

Licking your lips, you glanced down at your hands before saying another word. But just like word vomit, it all came out. 

“Sara is pregnant with Luke’s baby.” 

You knew it was a ridiculous thing to say as you saw the look on Michael’s face. His eyes widened in disbelief, and lips parted. He didn’t say a word, just stared at you in complete shock. 

“Right?!” You breathed, standing up from the couch, running a hand through your hair, as you held the other on your hip. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I don’t know if I can face Luke. I mean, I should have expected this seen as he cheated on me. God! Why did I let him back into my life, I’m so stupid.” 

Michael shot up, raising his hands to you to calm down. “Y/N, it’s gonna be okay.” He neared closer to you, his hands still risen in the hopes you’d take the hint and breathe. 

“How! How is any of this going to be okay? I have a boyfriend who cheated on me for 9 months! I have a baby growing inside of me. And now there’s one growing inside of the girl my BOYFRIEND cheated on me with! And - And then there’s you!” 

Standing in confusion, Michael furrowed his brows, taken back by what you mean by him.

“What about me?” 

Turning back to him, you bit your lip, just realising what you said. Continuing to glare at you, Michael raised his brows, waiting. 

“You know what I mean..” You trailed, hoping the conversation could end there. 

“No? Enlighten me.” 

 “Michael..” 

“Just tell me, Y/N.” 

Closing your eyes, you opened them to meet his gaze once more; Holding it, longer than needed. “There’s you, because- Well, because.” Stuttering, you still held his intense stare; Your eyes shifting between the two pale green ones he contained. “Because there’s something between us..” 

Michael’s features relaxed, his eyes dropping to the ground for a brief second before flickering back up to yours. “Something?” He asked, needing more of a real answer. 

Pulling your lips in to a pursed line, you couldn’t take your eyes away from his, almost drowning in the green. “Yes.” You breathed, feeling your heart begin to beat a little faster. You didn’t see his hand begin to reach out to you before it clashed with your skin, sending a wave of goosebumps over you. Bringing you attention of his gentle touch. 

“Like this.” He whispered, leaning in closer to your features. You felt your heartbeat rising higher, as well as your breathing. His lips ghosted yours, as your eyes began to flutter shut, letting his touch send shivers throughout you. His hand loosely gripped your wrist, pulling you in towards him, causing you to stumble slightly and fall to his chest. Your eyes shot open just as his forehead was pressed to yours. 

“Michael..” You cooed, his eyes locked on your lips, desperation to kiss you dripping off of him. 

Trailing his lips across yours, as his hand snaked around your waist, holding you in place against him. His eyes fluttered closed just before pressing his lips to yours, testing the waters first before kissing you with more power and passion. You kissed back, feeling his shirt as your hand traveled up to his neck, the other one not far behind. 

It wasn’t long until you was lying down on the couch, Michael hovering above you. Not breaking the kiss, you felt his hand slowly drift under your shirt, stopping just below your bra. You held onto his arms, squeezing them whenever he bit on your lip in the heat of the moment. 

Finally parting lips from each other, you allowed your breath to catch up with you. Michael smiled down at you, lifting himself back up from you. Your eyes flickered to his, feeling something other than just lust. You glanced down at, widening your eyes in shock when you came back to reality. “Oh my god.” You mumbled, catching the attention of Michael, immediately. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“This was wrong. I mean, it was nice. Like really nice. But so wrong.” 

You shot up from the couch, rushing towards the door. Michael managed to get to the door just before you, stopping you from just running away from him. “Why is it wrong?” He asked, slightly hurt that you’d just rush out on him before anything could go any further. 

“Because I’m with Luke!” 

“Funny, because last time I checked.. He cheated on you and got another girl pregnant.” He snapped in return, a little annoyed at this situation. 

“I have to go.” You breathed, finally escaping out of the house towards your car.

Once inside your car, you drove back home. Running a hand through your hair and tugging at the strands, you couldn’t believe what just happened. It wasn’t supposed to happen. You went there for a breather, not to get caught up in all this crap. Not right now. You pulled up outside your home, seeing Luke’s car still parked outside once you built up the courage to get out. 

“Okay.” You muttered, taking a deep breath before you headed inside. 

Luke smiled up to you from the couch, but soon faltered when he caught the look on your face. Your hand gripped at the sleeve of your jacket, avoiding eye contact with him. You hadn’t fought out anything. You didn’t have a word to say to him; Well actually you had more than enough.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, concerned. 

Finally looking up to him, you shook your head with a pursed smile. He didn’t believe you. His brows furrowed, following you into the kitchen. “Y/N..” 

Pouring yourself a glass of water, you tapped nervously on the kitchen counters. Your hips pressed to them, as you took a gulp of water to wet your dry throat. 

“Y/N?” He asked, once more, becoming more concerned by your lack of words. 

“Yes?” You asked, forcing a smile in return. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“Nothing. I’m fine. Why?” 

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I can see it written all over your face.” 

Oh, I’m the liar. You thought. 

“I’m fine, Luke.” 

Gliding past him, you headed back into the living room. Still hot on your tracks, he followed you, not giving up on this conversation. 

“Please.” 

You had a flashback to the conversation with Sara, earlier. Knowing how it felt when you wanted answers, but wasn’t getting any. Meeting Luke’s worried gaze, you flared your nostrils, fighting to stay quiet. 

“I know.” You mumbled. 

“What?” 

“I know.” You repeated, this time with more anger to your tone. 

Luke battled with his thoughts, trying to figure out what you meant. You glared at him, becoming angrier by the second. How could he act so oblivious to this, when he knew too well what you were talking about. 

“I don’t und-”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me, Luke. I know your dirty little secret. Wait, sorry. Your SECOND dirty little secret.” 

Folding your arms, you glared at him, watching as he continued to play dumb with you. Scoffing, you licked your lips and turned your head away from him. 

“Is this about Sara?” 

Looking back to him, you raised a brow. “Who else, Luke? Unless you have another woman on the side of Sara?” 

“What about Sara?” 

“You’re really gonna make me spell it out for you?” 

Shrugging, he stared at you with worry lurking behind his eyes. 

“You got Sara pregnant.” 

You could see him swallow harshly, struggling to find the words. Dropping your arms, you shook your head and left the room. 

Standing in complete shock, Luke didn’t say a word. Knowing he’d only lose the battle with you. You found yourself in your room, taking a deep breath, and exhaling loudly. You couldn’t believe you found the courage once again. Although something inside you told you all of this seemed a little odd to you. You needed to meet Sara for yourself. You needed the truth once and for all. 

It had been an hour since you last spoke to Luke. You remained in your room as Luke sat in the living room, holding his head in his hands, angry and upset with everything but himself. 

Something he seemed good at. Wallowing in self pity. 

It wasn’t until you heard his heavy footsteps burdening your stairs, when you realised he was still here. His hand crept around the door, pushing it open to reveal his puffy eyes to you. Your eyes shot up to him for a brief second before focusing back on the book in your hands. 

“Can we talk..” 

Closing your book, you lay it face down on your bed and looked back to Luke. “There’s nothing to talk about. It’s as simple as it is. You got two girls pregnant. Congratulations.” 

Pushing yourself off the bed, you walked past him and headed into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind you. His head dropped in shame, tears brimming his eyes again. That’s when it hit him. The dates. It all came flooding back to him. He knew what he had to do. 

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dialed Sara and waited anxiously. Bouncing his leg up and down as he bit into his lip, harshly that it could burst. 

“Luke?” Her voice croaked. 

“I need the truth, Sara.” He demanded. 

“The baby isn’t mine… Is it?” 

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I have a mighty need for this: Sara finds out she's pregnant with Leo's baby and after she tells him he becomes super protective of her and everyone on the team thinks it's cute

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“Hide me,” said Sara, coming into Kendra’s room, locking the door behind her. 

Kendra smiled, setting the magazine she’d been reading aside and sitting up in her bed. She patted the space next to her to invite Sara to sit beside her. Sara, despite the small bump of her stomach, easily maneuvered up on the bed with a sigh. She rolled her ankles and pulled a pillow to support her back before relaxing. 

“What now?” asked Kendra. 

“He’s… I don’t know. Just super annoying right now. You know he measures my food? ‘Sara you need to eat your daily servings of vegetables!’ and ‘Sara, you can’t eat that!’ Please tell me you have some chips in here.”

Kendra laughed, reaching to the small table she had in her room and opened a drawer. “No chips, but I have pretzels and chocolate!”

“Gimmie,” said Sara, making grabby hands. Kendra handed her the food and Sara started eating it as if she hadn’t eaten in days. “Mmm salty chocolate goodness!”

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