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My Love, My Life | Jack Hughes

summary: you find out that you are pregnant and when Jack is less than impressed it caused the start of your pregnancy to be a little bit rocky.

request: yes/no

warnings: partially unwanted pregnancy, allusions to sex, swearing.

word count: 4.07k

authors note: when I rewatched Mama Mia I heard the song my love, my life and I instantly knew it had to be the title of a pregnancy imagine. I really did enjoy writing this though so if you guys want to see this possibly become a series, let me know!

It was the longest three minutes of your life.

Jack had gone out on the boat with his friends and brothers giving you what felt like the perfect window of opportunity. All you had to do was pee on that stick and wait for the results.

You knew that you’d have to book and appointment with your gynecologist, not because you were pregnant but because your irregular period that decided it didn’t want to show up for three months. Honestly you thought you were simply one of gods favourites, but as your boobs began to grow tender and keeping any food down before ten a.m. became virtually impossible you began to worry.

Ellen had bought you those tests, not because she wanted you to push yourself into having kids but after you shared your worries with her she suggested you took the test and even offered to buy them for you “you okay in there sweetie?” Ellen asked as she was stood on the other side of the door.

The idea of taking this test alone was simply far too daunting for your little heart to handle thus you asked for her company “I’m good,” you opened the door as you waited for your timer to go off.

She was like the extra mother you never had, your own mother was still in your life but she didn’t get you the way Ellen did. You had laughed, you had cried, and you even got drunk on homemade frozen margaritas with Ellen and that was whilst you and Jack were still friends.

Just as the saying goes mothers do truly know best and Jack’s had predicted that you two would end up married and in love one day. She got the in love part right but despite the four years of dating Jack and being with him through all of the highs and lows of his career there still wasn’t a ring on your finger.

That’s not to say that you didn’t mind though because you both agreed you were too young “it’s time,” the timer derailed your thoughts as both of your heads snapped to the line of four tests.

Both of you walked over to the different branded tests that all said the same thing.

Pregnant

You didn’t want to admit it but you knew exactly when you fell pregnant. The final game of the season was against the Capitals and the moment Jack got home he was met with the sight of you in a new red lingerie that you kept hidden by his jersey. That night Jack didn’t have any condoms and you were too horny to care, apparently the morning after pill did not do it’s job.

As Ellen let out a gasp you could do nothing but cry “oh honey!” She didn’t give you a moment to let a full sob out before she pulled you into a hug.

Her hand went into your hair as she attempted to soothe you “I’m not ready to be a mom!” Your eyes went wide at the realisation, you were barely out of college and were now meant to be the mother of a child.

You were grateful that you asked Ellen to be there as she pushed your worries to the side “if you don’t want this you don’t have to keep it.” She reminded you of the different options you had “but if you do then you will not go through it alone.” Her hand went to your cheek to wipe away your tears “I promise,” she kissed your head as you cried on her shoulder.

“We’re home!” Jack called out as they walked back into the house.

Your head shot up as your eyes went wide “go wash your face and I’ll distract them for a bit,” Ellen offered as she squeezed your shoulder quickly letting you get a moment to yourself.

You faced the mirror as you looked at your red cheeks “hi buddy,” you sniffled as you looked down to your stomach “I’m your momma,” you surprisingly didn’t feel weird as you introduced yourself to your baby.

It felt natural as you let your hand cup your stomach as you smiled, that moment showed you that there was love in your heart for this baby, for your baby.

Jack remained oblivious to what had happened as you and Ellen collectively avoided the topic and anything that remotely related to it. Sure he thought that you were a little bit more quiet than usual but he just wrote that down to you being tired after struggling to sleep last night.

The dreaded conversation though eventually had to come as you were back in your bedroom “babe where is your aloe gel?” Jack called out as he was trying to cope with the sun burn that had formed on his back.

You were so caught up washing your face as you let your mind lapse “my drawer of the bedside table.” You explained as your eyes went wide the moment you had said it.

Panic ran through your system as you stopped what you were doing to run back into the bedroom “wh-what is this?” Jack asked as he picked up one of the tests that he was faced with when he opened the drawer.

Yes you thought it was best to hide them in there “answer my question dammit!” He grew frustrated with your silence.

Tears from earlier came back as a lump formed in your throat “we’re having a baby,” you cried as you used the back of your hand to wipe your now snotty nose.

Jack simply didn’t share your emotions “no,” he shook his head as he took a step back “I don’t want it.” He added as it caused you to scoff.

His response frustrated you “this is a baby Jack not a new shirt you don’t like.” You spoke in a duh tone as you crossed your arms.

The hockey player pressed his lips into a fine line “this is not happening,” he announced as he wanted to just go back in time and not have this conversation.

Unfortunately for him there was no other choice that he had “look I get that you’re not happy about this baby-” raked your fingers through your hair “you’re asking me to give up the prime of my career for some kid?” The venom in his voice was a punch to the gut as you chewed at the inside of your cheek.

It made you see him in a whole different light “this isn’t some kid Jack it’s our kid.” Your voice was soft as your lip began to quiver “I’m not asking you to give up your career for them either.” You added as your nose scrunched not believing that you actually had to say that.

You were left in shock as the boy grabbed his phone and charger like he was going to leave “where are you going?” You two had a rule to never go to bed angry and it truly looked like Jack was going to break that “I’m going to spend the night in Luke’s room.” He explained as he walked out of the room before you could say anything else.

When the door slammed shut you finally got the chance to drop to your knees as sobs left your mouth. Somehow in this moment you felt so alone even though you had this baby with you “I’m doing this for you,” you mumbled as you wiped your eyes before you went to your laptop.

Sure it hurt as you found the next flight back to New Jersey but you knew you had to do it.

Jack didn’t want this baby and as you both had different feelings about it you knew this could very well mean the end of your relationship. With your luck it meant there was a flight back to Newark in three hours, so you were quick to pack your suitcase as you knew you had to hurry if you wanted to make that flight. Since everyone was asleep it meant you also had the chance to leave without being noticed “y/n?” Luke asked as he saw you bringing down your suitcase.

The youngest Hughes boy often got midnight snacks as he stayed up into the early hours of the morning “hi Luke,” you sighed sending the boy a soft smile as he took your luggage from you to walk it down the stairs “heard you and Jack,” Luke confessed breaking your heart in the process.

Years ago when you first fought Luke had heard it all and asked you if you’d still be friends with him even if you and Jack broke up “we just need some time apart,” you explained as you began to feel so drained from all of the crying that you had done.

Luke wrapped his arms around you as he didn’t know if he would see you again “for what it’s worth I’d be grateful to be this little one’s uncle.” His voice was soothing as it made you smile “how are you so young?” You asked yourself as he was so sweet and caring.

“Just making sure you stay safe.”

The next morning Jack and Ellen each woke up to a message from you.

y/n: hey mama Hughes! Sorry for the abrupt goodbye but Jack didn’t take the news too well so I came home. Will keep you updated on this little baby!

doll 🩷: I’m not going to force this baby on you but I’ve made my mind up and I want to have it, I’d like you to be there but if not. I won’t blame you x

Ellen didn’t usually think she was a negative person. Truly she thought she was a good gentle soul, yet the thoughts she had as she sent her middle son daggers in the form of glared made her reconsider her opinion of herself. Sure this wasn’t the most ideal time for them to bring a baby into the world but the love the couple had for each other was so obvious that it was almost painful. When you two were wrapped in each others arms whispering sweet nothings into each others ears was enough to make anyone sick in the best way possible “good morning Luke,” Jim greeted his son who seemed to be sharing the same reaction to his older brother as his mom had.

Despite the one cup of coffee that barely had time to settle in his system Quinn could tell that something was off “what stupid thing did he do now?” The Canucks player asked as he furrowed his eyebrows sending his youngest brother a confused glance.

Jacks ears perked up as he looked up from his phone “I didn’t do anything stupid,” he scoffed as he crossed his arms growing defensive.

Both Ellen and Luke wanted to hit him as he said that “you sure about that?” The blonde hadn’t used her strict tone on her boys in years and it truly instilled fear in her three sons.

At that moment everything clicked for Jack “Kyoto!” He called out as he got up. The Hughes brothers had given that title to moment when they needed their brothers to drop everything because one of them had something to say “really?” Luke groaned as Quinn followed the younger boy out “you know the rules.” The trio of boys soon left their parents as they walked outside to have their conversation.

Jim sipped his coffee as curiosity got the best of him “what do you think they are talking about?” He asked as he turned his attention to his wife “got a few ideas,” Ellen shrugged wanting to text you as she hoped you got home safe.

Quinn sat at the outside table as he wanted to desperately know what was going on with his brother “can someone please fill me in?” He asked as he looked between his two younger siblings.

When Jack remained silent Luke took it upon himself to reveal what happened “y/n left last night because Jack learnt that she’s pregnant-” Luke couldn’t blurt out all that he wanted to as Jack reached out to hit him “dude!”

The air around the three boys was still thick “always thought you’d have kids first.” Quinn confessed as he knew how serious you and Jack were early on in your relationship.

You wished that Jack was sat next to you in that doctors office as you realised that the OB had a space open in the morning. Funnily enough he would have preferred being sat there right now over being sat with his brothers “you want to tell him what you told her though?” Luke spat as he sent Jack a harsh glare.

The Devils player grew defensive “you eavesdropping or some shit?” Jack scoffed as he matched his brothers strong look.

Just like always Quinn had to intervene “let’s just breathe and then talk like adults.” He proposed as he pulled Luke’s chair closer to him so that it was out of Jacks grasp.

Luke sighed as he nodded “why did you say that to her?” He didn’t even mention the reasoning that Jack used to make sure his brother knew what was going on.

Jack picked at his nails as he didn’t want to look at anyone “didn’t want to screw up at being a dad.” The forward also didn’t want to disappoint his child in life but more importantly he didn’t want to be a shitty partner to you. Every road trip the team took, every late night training session or game all added up and Jack could see how it screwed with some of the older guys who had kids.

“Bullshit,”

The trio of boys whipped their heads around to see that Ellen and Jim were stood at the porch door. Ellen actually stomped over to her middle child “every parent screws up,” she pointed out as she couldn’t count how many times either her or Jim had done the wrong thing when it came to parenting those boys “but you deal with it with your partner!” The girl scoffed as she couldn’t actually believe that Jack could act in such a negative way that it drove you to leave in the middle of the night without a peep.

Jack was honestly shitting himself as his mom stood over him “now you’ve got a girlfriend with a heart of gold currently sat terrified in New Jersey as she’s all alone?” Ellen scoffed not realising that the forward furrowed his eyebrows “truly thought I raised you better than that.” Her anger had turned into disappointment as she couldn’t imagine the stress that you could have been going through, especially after that had happened in terms of the stressful build up to taking that test.

When he eventually spoke up it was quite “she’s terrified?” He asked as his chest began to grow heavy because this was the first time since he had heard the news that the thought of you and now you felt about it all.

Sure it was selfish but Jack found himself so caught up in his own stream of doubts that he hadn’t let the two other parties involved in the matter take up any space in his mind “she’s just found out that she’s pregnant and her boyfriend isn’t with her.” Ellen’s voice was comforting as Jack felt tears well in his eyes.

He didn’t often feel this extreme emotions but the thought of you, the woman he centred his entire world around, feeling all of that pain due to his actions made him feel sick “how do I fix it?” Given that Jack was of college boy age, romance wasn’t something he ever truly mastered and besides it wasn’t like he needed to when you looked at him like he was the only guy in the world.

The blonde felt her heart soar as her speech obviously knocked some sense into him “go talk to her.” She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The Hughes family watch on as the middle child got up and made his way back inside so he could go back home, back to you.

From the moment you got back inside you couldn’t help but listen to the video of the heart beat as you stared at the pictures from the ultrasound. Despite the fact that, the house felt foreign as Nico let you stay at his whilst he was still on holiday after you called him in tears you were now feeling content. The Swiss man first took you under his wing when he realised that you were Jacks girlfriend because you so clearly needed “a bit of mental relief.”

Your hand clutched at your stomach “you are going to be my little darling when I finally get to meet you.” You confessed as you didn’t bother introducing yourself for the second time “don’t be fooled by the smell of this place we don’t live here.” You laughed to yourself “but I should really ask uncle Nico where he gets his candles from.”

Jack had to admit that he was surprised when he came back to your apartment and none of the lights were on. At first he blamed it on your poor sleeping schedule and maybe you were just taking a nap. But when the apartment began to not look lived in, plates hadn’t moved from the clean dishwasher, the pillows on the couch were still perfectly fluffed the alarm bells began to ring as Jack realised that something was well and truly off.

My Love x: where the fuck are you

My Love x: this isn’t a joke

My Love x: I’m back in Jersey

My Love x: just let me know that you’re safe please

A sigh of relief left your lips as you hoped that it meant things would be better with Jack. That he’d change his mind but you had to make sure it was what he really did want.

doll 🩷: I’m safe but I don’t want to see you for the next week.

doll 🩷: you need to make sure that what you decide is right for you

doll 🩷: but until then thought you would wanna see this.

*one video attached*

It was the video of the babies heart beat. Jack let out a laugh at the end when your voice came into it “they’re my strong little buddy,” you gasped deciding that buddy was the perfect nickname for your precious little baby.

Jack hadn’t noticed that he was crying until the tear drops began to hit his phone. At first he was crying because he realised how much he must have hurt you but then it morphed into him crying because he was scared. The idea of bringing a child into this world made him feel nervous, not the soft nerves you get thinking about the Stanley cup. These were the nerves you get when you think about facing your fears. Jack knew you’d be the best mom a child could ask for, he saw the way his teammates kids eyes lit up whenever they saw you and how the grin would spread across your lips when they wanted your attention. After this one game you came down with a baby on your hip and you were so caught up telling the child this whole story that you didn’t notice Jack staring at you. In that moment Jack honestly wanted to go home and get a few babies inside of you. His self restraint was truly tested that day when you smiled and walked over to him with the baby still in your hand “this little ones momma had to go to the bathroom.” You explained as you thought he was looking at you weirdly because you were just holding a child.

That memory replayed in Jacks mind as his thumb danced over a picture frame. The image it held was one of the two of you on the boat at the lake house as you had fallen asleep and Jack was so caught up playing with your hair that he didn’t notice when Quinn captured the picture.

This next week was awful for both of you. Neither one really got much sleep as you both just lay on your beds thinking about what the other was doing. You had moved out of Nicos place and in with a friend just so that it meant you would have company when the nights grew dark.

One thing you seemed to be craving the entire week was a red velvet cupcake. There was one place in New Jersey that made a cupcake above them all so on the sixth day of this week that was meant to be radio silence between you and Jack, you finally caved and went to get the sweet treat.

What you didn’t expect though was that Jack would he walking out with an order of his own. He had gone to eat his feelings as he loved their chocolate cake “hi,” Jack gasped as he got the words out.

You smiled as you looked at him “hi baby,” you didn’t even have to wait for a second before Jack pulled you into a hug “I’m so sorry doll,” he blurted out causing tears to form in your eyes for what felt like the a millionth time this week.

It broke your heart when you looking up to see he was crying too “didn’t mean to hurt you like that.” He added as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek.

The gesture was soft as he wipe the tear away from under your eye “you wanna come with me to grab my stuff?” You asked as your hand went on top of his “I know I said I’d give you a week but I can’t sleep in a room without you for another-” your ramble was cut off when Jacks lips captured yours in a kiss.

There was no denying how much you had missed him, and the pregnancy brain was causing you to miss more than just his company “wanna take you home,” Jack mumbled as he rested his forehead against yours.

A giggle left your lips “what are you waiting for then?” You playfully asked as you sent him a smile.

You had told yourself that you could have handled this alone, but deep down you knew you were going home with the man of your dreams who you needed alongside you in this team.

Six months later.

Jack watched in awe as you slept “you got your mama’s eyes my love.” Your daughter cooed as she looked up at her father totally unaware of what he was saying to her.

Since you shut your eyes fifteen minutes ago Jack had just been bouncing her in his arms as he moved around the room “just be grateful you don’t have her toes cause those aren’t as pretty as the rest of her.” He smiled as a random baby noise erupted from her little body.

You scoffed as you had slowly been waking up for the last minute and a half “there is nothing wrong with my feet.” You mumbled as you turned to face them.

The hockey player laughed “you sure about that?” He shot back but quickly went quiet as you sent him a glare.

Your daughter looked at you like you were a foreign sight when Jack sat next to you on the bed “she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.” You mumbled as you could see the way she already had Jack wrapped around her finger.

He blushed at the comment “as long as my first girl doesn’t get neglected.” The boy pointed out as he hooked his fingers under your jaw so he could peck your lips “I didn’t go through seven hours of labour just to get a peck Hughes.” You always called him Hughes when he was in trouble.

But this time it just made him laugh “can’t use that one for much longer,” he pointed out as he motioned to the engagement ring on your finger.

“I’ll use it until she’s ready to get married.” You shot back as he let you kiss him this time on a deeper level before his thought pulled him away.

“Married… she’s never getting married!”

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queenshelby · 15 days

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Our Little Secret (Part 35)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap,

Two weeks later....

It was a Monday afternoon when Cillian's brother had made the call to admit himself into rehab, and it brought a sense of relief to all of you. Cillian's mother had been distraught over her younger son's behavior and the damage it had caused to both of her children.

Cillian had been discharged from the hospital shortly after a short two-day observational stay and you finally had your post-partum follow up appointments with your obstetrician and gynecologist.

Despite the pain from his broken ribs, Cillian accompanied you to your appointments while your mother stayed at your house to watch Mara. Ove the past 14 days, she had grown quite fond of her and you allowed her back into your life for Mara's sake, albeit with caution.

To your appointment, Cillian walked slowly, careful not to aggravate the pain in his chest, as you carefully navigated the cold and slippery winter pavement.

"You should have stayed at home ," you said, eyeing him with concern.

"I wanted to go with you," Cillian insisted, his grip tightening around your arm as you walked through the hospital doors.

You nodded, appreciative of his support, but secretly worried about his health. The doctors had told him that it would take at least six weeks for his ribs to heal, but he was already pushing his limits.

He was helping you tend to Mara's needs every day even though you didn't need his help . You had become quite independent due to the circumstances, but you knew he needed something to focus on rather than mope around the house.

During the day, he would bring and retrieve the laundry, heat up the bottles, and wind down Mara once she had finished feeding. At night, he would give you a break by getting up for the late-night feed, allowing you precious and uninterrupted rest.

Despite the age gap between you, he was the perfect partner , both caring and supportive. He attended every single check-up appointment with you, and he was always the first to jump in whenever you needed him.

Cillian was the kind of man who would make any woman swoon, with his tousled hair, piercing blue eyes and chiseled jawline. He was both rugged and surprisingly gentle and you knew that albeit everything that happened between you, he was yours now.

"I love you, you know," you told him as you were sitting in the waiting-room where other patients were starring at you both. You had been subjected to a fair bit of criticism by the press lately and, in the past week or so, Cillian had fallen victim to some selfdoubt.

Believing that he was truly too old for you and that you would soon want someone younger than him, someone who could give you more energy and excitement than he ever could, he became rather conscious about many things.

And, even though you had tried your best to reassure him, reminding him of the unbreakable bond between the two of you, he remained somewhat distant, unable to fully shake off the nagging doubt that had wormed its way into his mind.

You almost put it back to the stress of recent weeks and the lack of intimacy since the accident and the birth of your daughter, but you still had your suspicions that there was more to it than met the eye.

As you sat there in the clinic's waiting room, you decided to take the bull by the horns and raise the subject once more.

"Hey," you said softly, placing a hand on Cillian's knee and looking up at him with eyes filled with love and concern. "Are you okay?" you asked, sensing the tension in his body as he stared blankly ahead apparently lost in his thoughts.

Cillian turned to look at you, his piercing blue eyes filled with a mixture of emotions that you couldn't quite decipher. "I'm fine," he said, managing a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

You nodded, even though you didn't quite believe him. You knew that something was bothering him, something that he wasn't ready to talk about yet.

When you were finally called in to see the doctor, Cillian's mind continued to wander, as the doctor went through the usual checks and questions. You noticed his distant expression and gently nudged his hand, aiming to bring his attention back to the appointment.

"Do you have any questions?" the doctor then asked you both , and you could sense that Cillian had barely listened to the entire consultation.

Cillian shook his head, saying, "No, I think we're good," and the doctor gave him a brief nod before turning to face you.

"I do actually," you told her, smiling. "I was wondering about intimacy. I mean, when can we have sex again?" you asked bluntly , causing Cillian to awkwardly cough, and the doctor to give you a surprised look.

You didn't care, though. You had waited long enough to have sex with Cillian again, and you were dying to get back into the saddle, so to speak. You missed the closeness that you share with him, and you were hoping that the doctor would give you the green light.

"Well, whenever you feel ready, it is safe for you to engage in sexual activity again. Everything seems to have healed fine," the doctor said carefully, her gaze shifting between you and Cillian. "However, I would advise you to start slow and listen to your body. If anything feels uncomfortable or painful, stop immediately and give me a call. You did experience a traumatic birth, so sometimes some more time is needed."

You nodded in understanding, a flush spreading across your cheeks as you thought about the different ways you and Cillian could reconnect physically.

Cillian, on the other hand, seemed lost in his own thoughts, his expression distant and unreadable.

You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. Was he regretting the decision to be with you? Was he thinking about someone else or the life he had left behind? You didn't know, and you were afraid to ask.

The doctor cleared her throat, and you realized that you had been lost in thought for a few moments. "All the best then," she said to both of you as she stood and opened the door to the consultation room.

As you walked back towards the parking lot, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Cillian seemed so distant, and you wondered if it was just the stress of the past few weeks or if there was something else on his mind.

You had always known that Cillian was a private person, and you respected that about him. But the not knowing was driving you crazy. You wanted to help him, to be there for him, but you didn't know how.

You had always been open and honest with Cillian, but you could tell that something was holding him back.

When you arrived at home, Mara was having a sleep. "I just put her down," your mother said, when she saw the look of surprise on your face, for not hearing the baby cry.

"Thank you, Mum," you replied, your voice sincere.

You couldn't help but feel grateful for your mother's help, especially with Cillian's recovery. It was clear that she had developed a bond with Mara, which you appreciated despite everything that had happened between the two of you and Cillian's mother.

Cillian sat down on the couch, his movements slow and careful, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern and, shortly after your mother left, you joined him in the livingroom.

"Are you in pain? Is this why you have been so quiet today?" you asked quietly, not wanting to nag him but worrying about the distance that had formed between the two of you over the past few days.

"No babe. I am honestly fine," Cillian reassured you just before you leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on his lips before straddling him gently.

"Sure?" you asked, searching Cillian's piercing blue eyes for the truth. You had always prided yourself on being able to read him like a book, but for some reason, he was more guarded than usual.

Cillian nodded, his hands resting on your hips. "I am sure," he said , trying to reassure you.

You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions. On the one hand, you were relieved that Cillian wasn't in any physical pain. But on the other hand, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was bothering him emotionally.

You decided to push your concern aside for the moment and focus on the intimacy that you had both been craving. You leaned in and kissed him deeply, your tongue exploring his mouth as you ground your hips against his.

"Mara is asleep and the doctor said it was okay for us to have sex again, so should we take this to the bedroom?" you whispered in his ear, eliciting a low growl of desire as he ran his hands up and down your sides.

"That sounds like a great idea, although you might need to do all the work," Cillian managed to chuckle , a hint of a flush creeping up his neck.

You smiled against his lips, feeling your own arousal spike as he palmed your breasts, his fingers tweaking the nipples through your thin top. With a quick move, you lifted yourself off his lap and took a hold of his hand, pulling him up from the couch.

"Come on then," you teased, walking towards the bedroom and casting a seductive look over your shoulder but Cillian decided to have a quick shower first.

"I really need to wash off the hospital smell," Cillian explained as you sulked in the doorway.

"Okay, but be quick, I need you," you whispered, whispering the last words on your lips before turning and slinking back into the room but, when after as much as five minutes, you didn't hear a sound coming from the en suite bathroom , you opened the door to check on him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you asked as you watched him stand there, in front of the mirror, attempting to shave his chest.

"Uhm, I am just," he stammered , avoiding your gaze. "I am shaving," he finally blurted out and you stepped towards him and pulled the razor from his hand.

"You are shaving off your chest hair?" you repeated incredulously, staring at him in disbelief.

"Yes. Many men do it," he mumbled nervously as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Maybe, but I don't want you to. Now drop the razor and come to the bedroom," you demanded, your tone firm but husky with desire.

"I will be quick. I mean, I tried to pluck out the greys but it takes too long and fucking hurts, so just let me quickly shave them off..," he began to explain nervously, causing you to giggle.

"Is this what all of this is about? Grey hairs?" you asked, trying to contain your laughter at the sight of Cillian, standing there in front of the bathroom mirror, with a determined expression on his face.

"Maybe," he admitted , his expression sheepish.

"Well, I like them. I like everything about you, just the way you are and, if anything, it turns me on," you said, leaning in and kissing him passionately.

"Now drop the fucking razor and don't ever think about shaving your chest hair off again, because I think it's goddamn sexy, especially with the greys in it," you whispered, tracing the outline of his fading pecs with your fingertips.

Cillian nodded, throwing the razor in the trash can and pulling you in for another kiss.

"Ok, I won't do it again," he muttered, his hand finding its way up your half naked body. "I just thought you might like it better, you know. Because I am a fair bit older than you and all," Cillian explained, sounding almost embarrassed.

But you silenced him with another deep kiss, your tongue dancing with his as your hands roamed over his muscled chest. "I love every inch of you, just the way you are," you whispered against his lips. "And I love the fact that you are older than me. It's a huge turn on, Cillian. And I most certainly don't care about the grey hairs on your chest. In fact, I find them incredibly sexy," you murmured, your lips trailing down his neck and chest as you spoke.

Cillian growled, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he backed you up against the wall. His erection was pressed against your belly, and you could feel the heat radiating from him.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N," he said, his breath warm and ragged against your ear and his ribs no longer bothering him.

"Oh, I think I have some idea," you murmured, grinding your hips against his as your hands fumbled with the button of his jeans.

With a swift movement, Cillian tore off his jeans and boxers, his erection springing free and pressing urgently against your belly.

Your lips met in a hungry kiss, your tongues exploring each other's mouths as your hands roamed over each other's bodies.

Cillian's rough hands cupped your breasts, and he pinched your nipples through the fabric of your top. You moaned, arching your back as you pressed yourself against him, feeling his hard cock against your belly.

"God, I want you so fucking bad," Cillian growled, his voice low and husky with desire.

"Then take me," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as you tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head.

Cillian complied, his lips moving down to your neck as he trailed hot, wet kisses down your collarbone. His teeth scraped against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he made his way to your breasts.

You moaned, your head falling back as Cillian's lips closed around your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. He sucked hard, his fingers pinching and twisting your other nipple as you cried out, your hands reaching for his hair.

A small amount of breastmilk escaped one of your breasts, evident of your recent motherhood.

Cillian didn't seem to mind, evident by the way he simply swallowed it down.

"Fuck, you're so hot!" he groaned, his hand snaking down to your panties, rubbing your clit through the cotton.

You moaned, writhing against his hand as he increased the pressure.

"Please, Cillian!" you begged, your voice husky with need and he obeyed, yanking your panties down your legs in one swift motion before giving your wet mound some more attention.

"What about your ribs? You should take it easy... oh my god," you moaned, forgetting all about his broken ribs as you ground yourself against his hand, desperate for more.

"I'll be fine," Cillian said and he didn't hesitate, his fingers plunging inside you with ease, curling up to hit that sweet spot deep inside.

"Oh fuck, Cillian!" you cried out, your legs trembling as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

He cursed, too, his hips jerking forward as he dry-humped your leg, his cock leaving wet patches on your thighs.

And then he was on his knees, his fingers still working your pussy as his tongue darted out, licking at the juices that had leaked from you.

"Fuck, you taste good," he growled, his gaze meeting yours as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

You cried out, your hips bucking against his face as he continued to eat you out, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

Your orgasm built quickly, your muscles tensing as you neared the edge.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" you gasped, your fingers threading through his hair as you held him in place.

Cillian hummed against you, his tongue flicking against your clit as his fingers curled up, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. You cried out, your hips bucking against his face as you came hard, your juices gushing out of you.

Cillian drank it all down, his tongue lapping at you hungrily as you rode out your orgasm.

"Fuck, that was amazing," you panted, your legs trembling as Cillian stood up, his lips glistening with your juices.

"Glad you enjoyed it," Cillian said with a grin, his erection still rock-hard and dripping with precum.

You dropped to your knees, your hands wrapping around his cock as you looked up at him with a wicked smile.

"No! I need to be inside of you!" he growled, his eyes blazing with desire. "Stand up and bend over the counter," he demanded and you did as you were told, your heart racing with anticipation as you leaned over the cool marble countertop. Cillian stepped up behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he aligned the head of his cock with your entrance.

"Tell me if I am too rough," he said, his voice husky with desire as he squeezed your hips.

You nodded, too caught up in the moment to speak as he thrust into you carefully at first, filling you up completely.

"Oh god yes, I missed this," you moaned as he started to move his hips, slowly building up speed.

"Jesus, you're still so tight," Cillian growled, his fingers digging into your hips as he pistoned in and out of you.

"Harder," you begged, feeling that familiar ache build deep within you as he slammed into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room as he pumped into you harder, faster.

You moaned, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter as he buried his cock deep inside of you.

"Goddamn, you feel so fucking good," Cillian growled, his hips snapping forward as he plunged into your slick heat.

You screamed, your back arching as another orgasm ripped through you, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath. Cillian cursed, his fingers digging into your hips as he chased his own release.

"Come for me, Y/N," he demanded, his voice a guttural growl as he slammed into you.

And then you were both crying out with pleasure, Cillian's hips stuttering as he filled you up with his seed.

He collapsed against you, his weight pinning you to the countertop as the two of you struggled to catch your breath.

After a moment, Cillian pulled out of you carefully, turning you around and pulling you into a tender embrace. You clung to him, your legs still weak as you nuzzled against his chest.

It was the quickest and most intense lovemaking you both had experienced in a while, but it had been exactly what you needed.

Cillian gently brushed your sweaty hair away from your face, his expression softening as he looked down at you.

"I love you so fucking much, Y/N," he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You smiled and looked up at him. "I love you too Cillian," you said, feeling a warmth spread through your chest just before you heard a cry from upstairs.

"Shit, I think Mara is awake," you muttered, pulling away from him reluctantly. "I am so glad we made this quick," you chuckled and Cillian groaned disappointedly, but he knew that you were right. They couldn't just stay here in the bathroom, getting lost in each other's bodies while your daughter was alone in her crib.

"I'll go get her," Cillian said, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before pulling up his briefs and making his way upstairs.

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spicyllewyn · 7 months

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Kinktober 5. - Pregnant / lactation.

Will Dempsey x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Pregnancy + lactation. (+18)

As you all know I hate Will for no real reason, this is my peace offering to a fictional character, lol.

Word count. 2K

Summary. You love babying him.

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Pregnancy was becoming unbearable at times; you felt heavy, your feet ached even after just a few steps around the house, and sleeping at night was turning into a daily battle. Fortunately, there was no doubt in your mind that you had chosen the right life partner.

The only thing keeping you sane right now was Will and how he went out of his way to make you happy and make this whole thing more bearable.

You always joked with him, saying that anyway, all of this was his fault, so the least he could do for you was to fulfill your cravings and massage your shoulders until you fell asleep.

Oh, and that pillow with a hole in the center that allowed you to lie face down.

"I miss my pillow," you murmured in a low tone as you remembered it. You closed the door behind you slowly.

Will's room was just as he had left it several years ago when he left home for college, where he met you. Nonetheless, you wandered around with curiosity, looking at his movie posters that perhaps only he had seen, and the occasional Lego figure that you doubted he would let his future child touch someday.

"I told you we could come up with some excuse."

"Every time you suggest we make up an excuse, it has to do with pretending that one of us died," you rolled your eyes. "Your parents are not believing it for more than two times in a row." When you had 4 walls around you for privacy, your hands went to the hem of your shirt, getting rid of it, clearly tired of wearing any type of clothing.

Will watched you from the bed, as if you were giving him a personal show. His eyes roaming over your bare skin, always lingering a few extra seconds on your breasts before looking up again and pretending that the lack of sex wasn't killing him.

You were both too introverted to simply ask at gynecologist appointments, “Hey, is it wise to have uncontrolled sex against some furniture at this point in pregnancy?” so you just assumed the answer was no.

“Did you do something to your hair?”

You frowned at his question.

"What?"

“I'm serious, I notice something different about you.”

One of his pillows landed right in his face, making him laugh. You already knew that joke too well.

“Yes, idiot, I'm pregnant.” The mattress squeaked as you lay down, only wearing your loose pants and the sports bra that had become your best friend a few days ago because it turns out that your normal bras decided they didn't want to close anymore eventually.

That was the only piece of fabric that kept your tits in place, tight and comfortable. It was also a headache for Will.

The changes that pregnancy had made in your body never ceased to amaze him even though he had analyzed each one for hours as the months passed. There was the obvious, that completely new sparkle in your eyes, your cheeks flushed 24/7 and your skin seemed to be glowing more than ever.

But on the other hand there were the things that made him fantasize about the nights he stayed on the couch fucking his own hand to try to control the impulses that attacked him more times than he would like lately. Your hips became wider, your thighs were softer but oh, his favorite part was definitely your breasts.

Round, full, hard, delicious.

You were complaining about pain recently and he didn't know if that was a sign that he should help you in some way or just not touch you and wait patiently for the pain to go away in a few weeks when the baby was born.

“Did you know…” He murmured, taking his eyes off his phone for a few seconds to look at you. You did the same.

Lying together to chat or just watch stupid videos on your phones had become routine when the pain in your back kept you from sleeping or when you took too many naps throughout the day and all your energy was reserved for the night.

Yes, Will stayed up with you each and every one of those times.

"Did I know what?"

“Did you know that there are freaks who like milk?”

You frowned.

“I like milk, what's so strange about it?”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile.

“Breast milk, I mean.”

“Oh…” Needless to say, you already knew that the father of your future baby was… peculiar. He had perfectly mastered the act of bringing up the strangest topics of conversation lately. You shrugged. “It doesn't seem that strange to me.”

"No?" If your gaze hadn't returned to your phone you would have noticed the mischievous glint on his eyes.

You had taken the bait.

“No, I mean.” There you went, to reason with the madman, always engrossed in his midnight talks. “You used to suck on my boobs all the time, do you mean you wouldn't do it anymore if there was milk involved? Not to mention that you are addicted to eating me out, it wouldn't be the first time you drink some liquid from my body.”

“Mhm.” He pretended to consider your response before nodding slowly, agreeing with you. The truth is that Will had considered the possibility since he had noticed the circular stains that suddenly began to appear on your shirts. “You have a point.”

"See?" You felt triumphant to think that you had changed his way of thinking. Your gaze returned to your phone and you took the topic for granted.

“Though I don't understand how anyone could be sexually attracted to that.”

You looked up again.

“Are you kidding?”

“Of course not, don't you think it's strange?”

You rolled your eyes, finally lowering your phone and placing it on the cabinet next to you so you could face him.

"Do you want to try?"

"What?" He played dumb and you fell into his trap again.

"Do you want to try? I will show you that there is nothing strange about it.”

He again pretended to consider your proposal and with his lower lip trapped between his teeth he nodded slowly.

"Good." He also put his phone aside, sitting up in bed as if considering which position was best to settle into. His pupils dilated when he saw you take off your top.

He had been trying for a long time not to stare at your completely naked breasts or else we wasn't going to be able to control himself anymore. Your nipples were always hard, occasionally with a drop or two of milk running through them, so sensitive and delicious.

You looked at him, clearing your throat to get his attention.

"Take off your shirt." Your voice sounded like an order.

He obediently did so. His tanned skin making your mouth water and making your cheeks blush even more than usual. You were a hormonal mess a long time ago.

“How should I…?”

“Just lay your head here.” You pointed to the hill where your pregnant belly began, just below your breasts.

“But, I don't want to hurt-”

“You're not going to hurt me, Will.” Your voice came out in frustration as you gave two small taps to the area you had pointed out before. He hesitated a little before taking his place there, the weight of his head and part of his body was not uncomfortable, on the contrary, his body heat felt stupidly good.

Skin to skin contact was something you wouldn't trade for a million dollars.

“You look so pretty like this.” You whispered in a low, loving voice. A dopey smile on your face when you had the chance to see him from a completely new angle.

His huge eyes were fixed on you, he had to look up so he could fix his gaze on you while you looked down. Your fingers gently ran through his hair, a while ago you had noticed that his curls became more noticeable when his hair was a little longer than usual.

“Go on.” You cooed while he licked his lips.

You didn't have to ask twice, Will settled into his spot and took part of your breast into his mouth, pressing his tongue against your hard, sensitive nipple.

A shiver ran down your spine, resulting in a wave of pleasure directly between your legs. A delicious heat pooling on your lower abdomen.

He for his part moaned against your skin. You tasted so sweet.

“T-That's it.” You encouraged him with blushing cheeks. “Just like that, baby.”

It didn't take him long to pick up the pace he wanted, you could hear him gulp and suck, over and over again while your trembling hands ran through his hair slowly, comforting him.

You knew how much he was enjoying it when you saw him close his eyes. A couple of drops running down the edge of his lips.

“You taste so fucking good.” It was the only thing he stammered before going back to his job. He rested the weight of his body on you a little more and you didn't complain, you missed having him on you so much, caging you against any surface that he found and his body.

He raised a hand, his fingers squeezing your breast as if he wanted to squeeze out every last drop. His cock twitched under his baggy pants and you at the same time squeezed your legs together, your slick already making your underwear wet and sticky.

“Do you like it, baby?” Your voice was breathy.

It was incredible how your bodies began to react as if you were a pair of desperate teenagers, seeking relief in any friction you might have with each other.

“Help me with t-the other one, yeah? Please?" You begged when you could finally feel some kind of relief on your tit, it was no longer hard and swollen. All this time you had only needed this? If you had known before.

He looked up with dilated pupils, licking his lips with heavy breathing.

"Please." You whispered once more, your fingers giving his hair a light tug that snapped him out of the spell you seemed to have placed on him with just a few gulps of warm milk.

You gave him a push with your hand and he obeyed, tracing exactly four circles around your right nipple before leaning down again and taking it into his mouth. Now that he was almost face down to reach the other side his hips began a slow rocking motion against the bed.

You, meanwhile, squeezed your legs together, your soft thighs giving you a bit of relief that made you whimper.

“Such a good boy.” You closed your eyes, your chest rising and falling rapidly, finding it impossible to calm the rhythm of your breathing. Eventually you understood that it wasn't just the sensitivity of your body, it was the situation.

Your sweet voice praising him, listening to the way he swallowed and the way he whimpered desperately just from the pleasure that sucking on your tit gave him.

You were no longer hiding the clumsy movements of your hips, nor was he the way he pretended to be fucking the mattress. His sensitive cock throbing every time he rubbed against his favorite blanket.

The friction was giving delicious warmth to his needy erection and your milk was doing the same to his entire body. Warm and delicious running through his throat.

Your thrusts were making the mattress creak under your bodies although you didn't last more than a couple of seconds longer. Abstinence was your best excuse to explain why something like this had led you to have one of the most delicious orgasms of your entire relationship.

It was definitely not what you had done per se, right?

When he pushed himself up so he could kiss you you could taste the milk and his saliva combined. You understood well why the taste had driven him crazy.

“See?” You whispered against his lips. “Not weird at all.”

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swiftsdelucaa · 1 year

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Could I please have an imagine where the reader moves to Seattle. She starts out as a pediatrician at grey loan. Around this time she realizes she's pregnant. With Carina DeLuca as her ob-gyn and coworker the two fall for each other. Carina did not expect to fall for a pregnant woman but realized she knows what she wants. So she asks you out and you say yes around the time you are halfway through the pregnancy. by the end of the pregnancy, it becomes clear you much you and your baby mean to her. When you go into labor she freaks out and comments that “My girlfriend is having our baby!” (you hear her say that but say nothing due to the pain). When the baby is born she is in awe of the tiny human but kinda keeps to the side for a few minutes until you say “come meet OUR son.” Carina tries to apologize for calling him hers but the reader says that Carina is his mother too. Just like a cute family thing please?

❛ 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Carina DeLuca x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: I was in the right mood for this lol, enjoy!

You've always loved kids, you would do anything to make them happy. Telling a parent the good news about their child was what you made a living for and although you were aware of the difficult times, you knew how to handle them.

But then just during your successful time in this place you found out you were pregnant. It shocked you enough, because you didn't plan it. You didn't even have a father by your side. It was one of those silly one night stands. You had always been skeptical about this type of thing, but others really instigated you to find distractions outside work and you thought that for once nothing bad would happen if you had some fun. But here's the world turning upside down on you.

As mentioned you could handle any situation, thinking about your life with a baby got you so excited. Yes, you would have loved it, even if as a single mother it would have been a little more taxing. So now you find yourself working for lovely kids while also being careful to take care of the baby you were carrying.

You took it upon yourself to find an appointment with a gynecologist, you certainly wanted your baby to grow up healthy. You were so flustered the first time.

"Good morning" you were greeted by a pretty girl who smiled at you as you sat on the couch.

"Hi" you greeted her with a polite smile, looking around the room a bit.

"You nervous?" the woman asked.

"You don't know how much" you replied with a chuckle at the end.

"It's okay, it's normal" she said making you lie down.

"So, first time?" she asked.

"Yeah"

"I'm doctor DeLuca, Carina DeLuca" she held out her hand to shake it, which you did.

"DeLuca... it's familiar..." you said reflecting.

"Probably you know my brother, Andrew" you nodded to her statement, you had already worked with him a few times.

"Yeah, well I'm Y/n L/n" a smile appeared on her face as soon as she heard your name.

"The famous Y/n, that one who does miracles for kids, finally I meet you" for some strange reason the way she told you that almost made you blush.

"Ok, let's start" she lifted your shirt slightly and took the tools. You moaned as your skin touched the cold gel she smeared on you, and she began to shift her gaze to the monitor. All your emotions and thoughts were stopped by the sound of your baby's heartbeat, which made you cry.

"See, it's here" Carina pointed to the baby's position on the monitor as you looked at it with the tears in your eyes.

"It's a healthy eight week fetus!" the smile on your face increased, unable to hold the tears.

"Hey" Carina wiped the gel off your belly and pulled your shirt back down.

"I, sorry, I don't-"

"No no, it means you care, it's good" she stroked your hand while you wiped away your tears.

"Yeah, thank you, now I should..." you got up from the couch recovering and motioning to have to go.

"I'll make other appointments for you, we'll make sure everything goes well" she took out a notebook to take notes. You stopped at the doorway, smiling one last time at the girl.

"I can't wait" then you went out. After the door closed she mumbled another sentence. "Mee too"

Luckily the meetings went better and better, your baby was growing up perfectly. And the company was pleasant too. Carina stood by you whenever she needed it, she helped you tell others and was there through the ups and downs, she was the moral support you needed.

During the middle of the pregnancy you already couldn't take it anymore. It got tiring and excruciating, and after you found out the baby's sex you wanted to know him even more. You were so happy, you would have prepared to welcome a baby boy. And on the same day Carina asked you out. To be honest she caught you a bit off guard, you were so pregnant and she was your gynecologist…

She apologized immediately after she asked, sounding quite embarrassed, but you made her even more surprised when you said yes. You had thought about her, indeed this woman seemed to show so much interest on you and your baby, and that was all it mattered to you.

You didn't regret saying yes, you had a wonderful evening, and she now took better care of you than before. Even being able to get to know her brother better and watch their quarrels in Italian amused you a lot.

When you went into labor you were completely unprepared, you were washing up for surgery with Alex, which was probably inappropriate being at your ninth month pregnant, and then your water broke. It was lucky that there was someone else with you, because you had completely panicked. He immediately had you loaded onto a stretcher, calling Carina and Arizona, only the best for you.

The contractions increased more and more, becoming almost unbearable, Carina was next to you shaking your hand.

"You... you know that you can resort to orgasm if..."

"Carina, I'd rather have sex with you under more normal circumstances!" you cut her off knowing where she was getting at, starting screaming in pain in the end.

"My girlfriend is having our baby!" she exclaimed with happiness as you continued to scream.

Well yes, it was tiring, but you managed to get to the end, being able to hold your beautiful baby in your arms. He was so beautiful, you were very very happy at that moment. You sought Carina with the gaze, finding her not far from the door walking around it.

"Hey" you got her attention. “Come meet our son” you said with a smile as she entered.

"I- I'm sorry... I was just-"

"It's okay, he's yours too, he's ours" before she could feel guilty you consoled her. You cared about her, you wanted her in your baby's life, you knew she would be happy.

She bent down to give you a kiss on your lips and stroked your hair. The baby's little noises made you stop attracting your attention.

"Oh, your mommies love you too" Carina gave him a kiss on his forehead, the sight of them made you laugh. It was so cute, maybe too much to be real. Together you would have been the best.

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bunnyyamor · 2 years

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[ OCTOBER 18TH ] - SATORU GOJO x fem! reader (dr x nurse au) {REPOST}

synopsis; your pussy has been aching and in pain. but don't worry, dr. gojo will take great care of his fellow colleague. he will make sure all the boo boos go away. wk; 1k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, sex toys, squirting, nicknames, overstimulation, fingering, beta read!

notes; so i had posted this on october the 18th and it got almost 700 notes but bc tumblr is the way it is it flagged my post and dleted it from tumblr so i am doing what i do best. not litenin and obv reposting it. remeber ur setting on tumblr to make sure it allows all mature things and make sure to reblog, like, comment so it can get back to the notes babes ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ ily all my bbys.

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you waited in dr. gojo’s waiting room. patient to have your name called out. the predicament you were in was actually comicall. you were dr. gojo’s nurse. he was your boss. he was the best gynecologist in the city, many women came to him and seeked his profession. you were always beside him, writing down everything and assisting him in whatever he needed. now you were one of his patients. you trusted him more than anything. you twisted in your seat, feeling discomfort and sensitivity on your vagina. you definitely needed his help, it was becoming a nuisance.

“y/n,” another nurse called out to you. “wait, don’t you work here?” she asked. you usually never worked this day so you both didn’t know each other, but apparently she recognized your name.

“guilty,” you chuckled as you grabbed your bag, wanting to already be inside the room to get a diagnosis.

“well, follow me. dr. gojo is waiting for you.”

you followed the nurse and gojo sat in his doctor’s chair, writing something in your folder. “y/n!’ he said as his ice blue eyes met yours. “my y/n. come sit here.” he tapped on the paper covered table. “thank you, i got it from here,” satoru winked at the nurse. you could tell her heart probably stopped at that moment. all the nurses and patients were obsessed with satoru. they found him incredibly handsome and so attractive. “so sweetheart, what seems to be the problem?” satoru asked, wheeling over to your sitting position. touching your knees with gloved hands.

you understood everyone's appeal. not only did he look so handsome but he also smelled so good like cologne. “well, i’ve been feeling weird lately.” you played with your fingers. you sort of regretted coming to your boss’s clinic. this was so embarrassing.

“weird? in what way?”

you clutched your shirt and shimmied uncomfortably.

dr. gojo grabbed your hands, “sweetie, look at me. i’m a doctor okay. you are my best nurse and i’m really thankful to have you working for me. so if i want you longer i’m gonna have to make sure my best nurse is healthy, okay? whatever you tell me stays between us. i am your doctor, i care about you and want you to seek the best help ever. so don’t be shy, tell me exactly what you’re feeling.” he rolled his chair back to your folder to write down your symptoms.

“alright…” you gulped. “so my vagina has been very sensitve recently like sexually sensitive. i am horny most of the time and very wet down there, more than usual! i know most of this is normal but it’s getting to the point where it’s messing with my day to day life. all i think about is sex. and my clit is swollen and my lips are fat and puffy. i don’t know what to do doctor.”

satoru sat there quiet. his eyes turned dark then he gave a goofy smile. “is that so? y/n, let me ask you. when’s the last time you’ve had sex?”

you sighed, “it’s been forever doctor. i haven’t had sex in a really long time.”

satoru wrote that down and clapped his hands. “well, alright. let’s get you changed and check everything out. here’s a robe.” he handed it to you.

“do you want me to go into the changing room?”

he shook his head, “no since we're kinda on time here. just do it there and i’ll turn around for privacy.”

you nodded. you started removing each piece of clothing. tits spilled out and panties off. you were completely naked. you grabbed your clothing and bent over to place it on a chair nearby. when you looked to the side you saw that dr. gojo was staring completely at you, your spreaded ass cheeks and your tight hole. he saw everything. you were flustered but knew it must have been for a reason. so without alerting him you knew he was watching you put on the robe and sat back down on the table, “done.”

satoru feigned innocence. “alright. let’s get you checked. you know the drill love.” his chair rolled up to you and you propped your feet up.

that was when you opened your legs wide for dr. gojo. you could feel his cool breath breathing against your sensitive pussy. “how’s it looking boss?”

satoru got a good look at your pussy. he saw all of you, even your asshole. your pussy was pulsing, closing in and out. gojo gently lifted his fingers to your lips and gently spread them apart, seeing your hole. he inspected every inch of your cunt. “well, you are very wet. there is a lot of moistness here.” satoru used his middle finger to pick up all your cream.

“fuckkk,” you moaned. your eyes widened as you realized you moaned. “o-oh my god! i am so sorry.”

“don’t be sweetheart. you know how many girls do that. if you need to let it out, let it out. it must be so painful having gone for that long without a thick cock to be inside you.” he pouted, feeling sorry for you.

“yes, you get it. it’s true.”

satoru continued to spread your juices around your pussy. “i just want to see how wet you can get.” he closened on your cunt and inhaled your scent. “it smells delicious y/n. i can tell you take good care of it. and it looks beautiful. the most prettiest vagina i’ve ever seen.”

“really?”

satoru used his thumbs to spread your lips as far apart as they can go, “see how wet you get when i do that? i can tell that you need this.”

you moaned, “shittt. god that feels so good. but yeah, see, it’s really sensitive.”

satoru slapped it playfully. “why don’t you lay back, yeah? and let me take care of this. i know how to solve your problem. i know how to cure you.”

you opened your legs wider, “yes please.”

satoru started to massage your clit, “shhh, just like that. let’s get this problem taken care of.”

“shit, right there.” you huffed, feeling so sensitive.

satoru’s glove mixed with your juices made slick plasticy noise. he used one hand to open up your folds while the other pinched your clit then dipped lower to have his middle finger enter you. “now, how does that feel?” he smirked.

“oh my god. don’t stop. fuck. i feel so full, so good.” you felt all that tension was slowly draining. you needed him. your pussy contracted around his finger and sucked him up.

“wow, your pussy is very eager,” dr. gojo talked vulgarly, making you more wet. your hips grinded against his finger.

slowly gojo flicked your clit back and forth while he gently rocked his finger in and out of you. “let me take this off.” he bit his gloves off and again added his middle finger inside you. his digit was cold and the contrast was better than your fingers. “you like that sweetheart?” satoru asked as he went faster, easier to slide in because of your natural lube.

“mmmmmm, yesss doctor. don’t stop.” you held his hand to keep going on your cunt. it was globbing up your juices and dr. gjo was going quicker each second. he curled his finger, but didn’t want you to cum. “i know just the thing.”

you were annoyed that he stopped but were met with a buzzing sound and the most overwhelming feeling ever on your clit.

“this should help.”

it was a vibrator wand on your clit. satoru held it there, noticing the way your whole cunt vibrated and was glistening more from your wetness, “that’s it. good girl.”

“fuckkkkkk!” you screamed. you moaned loudly at the pressure that was building up. “shitttt.” your legs shook from the vibrations. you felt you were having an outer body experience. “fuckkkk satoru, i’m gonna cum.” you orgasmed, thrusting your hips as you wanted something inside you.

“tsk, tsk, tsk. were not done.” satoru wagged his finger. he still kept the vibrator resting on your clit but then he brought out a dildo. it was a good size, probably not as big as dr. gojo but still a good size. satoru spat on the dildo and then gently shoved it inside you.

“ughhhhhh, fuckkkk!” you went cross eyed for a second. having the feeling of being full being what you needed. you felt your walls pulsing around the dildo as it slipped in and out easily. dr. gojo kept the vibrator on your clit and the dildo drilling in and out. his eyes were dark and he was emotionless. he got pleasure out of overstimulating you.

“no-no more. ugh shit i’m gonna cum again!” you were so sensitive, crying out. you hoped no one heard you. “right there.”

dr. gojo moved his wrist to fasten his pace. his hands getting drenched in your cum as he probed the whole thing inside you. “do you like taking in the whole cock y/n? yeah, you like that baby?”

“yes, doctor! oh yes! harder! faster! please!”

dr. gojo listened and went even faster, putting the virbator on the highest volume.

“fuckkkk!” you groaned loud as spurts of your juices drenched satoru. you squirted many times. the flow quieted but then because of the virbator it squirted out again. “fu-fuck.” you shook as you kept squirting. it covered dr. gojo’s collared shirt and doctor’s cloak. “oh my god.” you couldn’t stop shaking. the orgasm was earth shattering. your cream dripped down to your ass hole. feeling cool when it met with the air.

as gojo sat up you noticed you squirted on his glasses. he smiled as he pulled the dildo out with a pop. it was shiny and dripping. “see? now didn’t that feel better? i told you, i am one of the best doctors.”

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Javi's Having a Baby

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n or physical descriptions)

Chapter/Series Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 4.5k

Chapter Warnings: language, pregnancy, doctors office, alluding to fear of miscarriage, mentions of infertility (not pertaining to reader) - let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: This chapter was supposed to have smut, but it didn't fit right so be on the look out for a small extra coming soon!

Series Masterlist

Chapter Three: Then There Were...

“Stafford?”

The nurse peered around the room of bellies varying in size. A woman hoisted herself out of the maroon chair, plopping the Better Homes & Garden magazine on the side table next to Javier before waddling over.

The obstetrician’s office was located just a floor above her gynecologist, who recommended her to Dr. Kelly. Claiming her to be the best of the best, Javier was shocked when they managed to squeeze her in so soon, especially right before the upcoming holiday. It worked out perfectly, once done here it was off to Laredo. The car was packed and ready to go.

Javier was never a huge fan of doctors' offices, but this didn’t look like a typical one. It wasn’t cold and institutional. The walls were textured, a honey color with scenic paintings scattered around. There was a small nook off the main door with wall to wall pamphlets. She’d definitely be over there next time, but for now she was nose deep in paperwork, a frantic flourish of her pen; it scratched along the wooden clipboard, only stopping when she breached the surface to ask him a question pertaining to his family health history.

The reality of the situation was still sinking in. Hard to grasp in its entirety when the concept continued to feel so…abstract. A plastic pregnancy test was the only tangible, concrete evidence of his impending fatherhood.

Obviously it was different for her. The little plus sign had kicked the pregnancy into high gear. She’d become sicker these last few days, exhausted, and while she looked exactly the same to him, she claimed there was already a small bump.

He was no expert, but it seemed a bit early for that.

“Peña.”

She practically jumped out of her chair like it was the DMV and she had five seconds to redeem her spot.

Following a step behind her, the other partners glanced up from their magazines and pamphlets. Javier was by far the oldest in the room, dressed casual in dark jeans and a signature short-sleeve button up; he stuck out like an island in the sea of business attire.

Passing the threshold, the door groaned shut behind him. The hallway was narrow, a claustrophobic staleness in the air. A tint of sweat began to gather in the creases of his palms as the nurse blabbed in her ear, ushering him into a private room then whisking her away for a few tests.

The door slammed shut on him and left on his own, Javier dawdled around the room.

The back wall was consumed by glossy, white cabinets. Anatomy models covered the counters, framing the sink; hands glued to his hips, he studied the uterus, stages of embryo to fetus and lastly a spooky looking baby in a belly. Behind the examination table was a corkboard full of newborn pictures; there had to be at least a hundred of them. On the backside of the door was an infographic comparing the weeks in pregnancy to various foods.

Javier squinted, his vision was shit in the dim light of the room.

“6 weeks, baby is the size of a lentil. Huh,” he muttered under his breath. When he leaned in for a closer look, he could hear a faint voice coming from the other side. The lever tilted down. He bounced back just in time to miss being smacked by the door swinging open.

“-here’s your gown and the doctor should be around at any moment. It was so nice meeting you.” The intake nurse smiled at Javier before exiting.

“How’d it go?”

“Oh, well, I got a needle in my arm and I peed in a cup, so.” She shrugged with a teasing smile. “What’ve you been up to?” She glanced at the infographic, “Learn anything?”

He snorted, notching his head to the side. She peeled off her t-shirt, her biker shorts and thong pooled at her feet, leaving her in only a plain, black bra; his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Catching him gawking, she rolled her eyes despite secretly loving it. She gave a teasing shake of her ass before covering herself in a loose sage gown. She shuffled her pile of clothes to the side then hopped on the exam table. The paper crunched under the rapt of her fingers, she scanned the room with a small furrow in her brow – tell-tale signs of her festering anxiety.

Javier stepped into her line of sight, enveloping her vision with him. He nudged open her thighs to slot between them. His palms landing on her bare knees, a soothing trace of his thumb on her warm skin.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” He asked and she blew out a breath, dropping her forehead against his sternum.

“Too much,” she mumbled his own sentiment into his chest. “I’m just nervous. What if there’s something wrong? It’s so early on and I just -” She groaned and shook her head, nuzzling into him further.

Javier hated to see her like this, his arms wrapped around her shoulders and he kissed the top of her head. He wanted to fix it, but didn’t know what to say. Honestly the possibility hadn’t crossed his mind. His first line of response was to tell her it would all be fine and nothing was going to happen, but he couldn’t promise that nor did he want to minimize her anxieties when these things did frequently occur.

“If there is, we’ll get through it.” It was a promise he could keep and one he hoped would ease her mind, even just a little. It appeared to help as her shoulders drooped with a deep sigh, she grabbed at his hips and brought him closer.

“Yeah,” she breathed out, “We will.” She tilted her head back and Javier cupped her cheeks, brushing his lips over hers. A nurse bursted through the door with a delayed knock.

“Woah, am I interrupting?” The nurse said as Javier backpedaled like a guilty teenager caught under the bleachers. The nurse’s laugh echoed around the room, hand slicing the air. “I’m just teasin’ ya. I’m Adam, Dr. Kelly’s nurse and while she wraps up with another patient, I’m gonna ask a few questions just so we can keep the ball rollin. Alright?”

Javier tossed a glance at Adam before looking back at her. Unlike him, she was beaming at the walking ball of energy. It wasn’t about him, Javier told himself as his lips clipped together and he stepped to the side of her.

“I’m guessing you’re daddy?” Adam swirled an accusatory finger at Javier. She bit down on her lip, a snort escaping through her nostrils at the sudden arch of Javier’s brow and his slow, strenuous nod.

“Alrighty. Well, while scanning over the paperwork your gynecologist was nice enough to send over, you told them your last period was a little wonky. Care to tell me bout that?”

Going into detail about her abnormal period, Adam checked her blood pressure. He hummed, plucking out the headpiece of the stethoscope, then steepled his fingers at the center of his chest. “Do you by chance know what implantation bleeding is?”

She glanced at Javier while shaking her head. His palm firmly planted itself on her lower

Adam plopped down on the small rolly chair and slid his way over like a kid with a cart and an empty grocery store aisle. “Nothin’ to be alarmed about, about twenty percent of women experience it and what you’re describing sounds a lot like it.”

“But, what is it?” Javier curtly asked.

“Ahh, I was getting there. We believe it happens when the egg fertilizes itself in the uterine lining, which is why most women mistake it for a period. So, good news: you’re getting an ultrasound to determine exactly how far along you are.”

“Wait, so we get to see the baby today?” Her hands landed on her belly and she beamed at Javier. Adam obnoxiously hummed in response.

Adam spoke as if he had taken shots of espresso to go over pregnancy 101. Javier couldn’t keep up even if he tried. His focus was elsewhere, on the thrum of nerves and excitement that coursed through his veins from the thought of seeing them.

Another knock sounded on the door before a white coat whooshed into the room.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Kelly, you must be the Peña’s. So nice to meet you both.” Javier wiped his clammy palm on his jeans before shaking her hand. “Sorry, my last appointment ran just a little over. I hope Adam here was behaving himself.”

Adam raised his hands in surrender then handed over the clipboard; she took a swift glance then pressed it to her chest. Adam stepped into the second shift. While washing her hands and prepping the machine, the doctor ran through a few more standard questions.

Adam hoisted up the stirrups. “Now,” Dr. Kelly flashed her bright, white teeth. “Are we ready to see baby?”

Javier’s breath hitched.

“I know I am,” Adam chimed in like a class clown with low impulse control. Dr. Kelly shot him a look which had him quickly retreating back into the corner he crawled out of.

“I think so,” she said through a tight grin. She reached for his hand and he gave her knuckles a small kiss.

With a snap of her gloves, the doctor lubed up a peculiar wand-shaped device; Javier’s eyes bulged from the impressive length of it. “This might be a little uncomfortable at first,” the doctor said before inserting the device. She took it like a champ, a small pinch of her brows as she squeezed his hand. With a prompted deep breath, she relaxed.

Gray, staticky lines bounced around the screen. His mouth instantly ran dry, the air in his lungs stale and stagnant, and he gulped in an effort to clear it. Her eyes were wide and darting between the screen and Dr. Kelly – clicking away at the keyboard and marking up items.

Running through what was on the screen, the doctor adjusted the wand with a click-clack here and there.

The space between her and his hand was gradually turning into a muggy jungle. Damp palms and a tight grip, she peered over at him and he masked his own apprehension to offer what he hoped was a reassuring expression.

Black spots moved in and out of the frame and Dr. Kelly let out a hum resembling a mad scientist who just made a profound discovery.

“Is something wrong?” She rushed out and he could barely feel his fingers from how tight she was gripping him.

“No,” Dr. Kelly said and Javier spared a glance at Adam, the nurse had a mischievous look on his face, a secret bursting at the seams of his lips and Javier’s heart slammed against his chest. The hinges of the device squeaked as Dr. Kelly angled the screen to offer a better view.

“So, this area right here,” she pointed to a pear-shaped mass, “This is what we call a yolk sac, which is very important for the baby’s growth. Alright?”

“And it looks good?” She interrupted.

“Yes, very good. I would say you’re anywhere from 7 to 8 weeks.”

“Oh, wow,” She gasped and the feeling returned to his fingers.

“And this, right here is the baby.” Dr. Kelly pointed to a gray blob, just beginning to take shape. It was so tiny, just a blip. No legs or arms, it looked like a peanut. Yet, a shaky breath escaped his lips at the thought of it being inside her – there it was, the concrete evidence.

Dr. Kelly angled the wand and pointed just to the side of it.

“What’s that?” His wife asked.

Dr. Kelly chuckled at her rapidness. “So, you see that. Well, it’s another yolk sac.”

A weight plummeted in his stomach. He shot a glance at his wife – dawning realization parted her lips – then whipped back to the two blobs dancing around the screen.

“Wait, wait. Does that -” Her free hand clasped over her mouth. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

Javier gripped at the exam table as his knees threatened to buckle. In the corner there was a muffled squeal as Dr. Kelly nodded. “Congratulations. Meet Baby A and Baby B.”

The doctor’s lips were moving, he could see it but it was like a silent movie. None of the words were registering as he stared in open-mouth shock. How? How could there be two?

A sloshing noise suddenly cut through his fogged up brain. Right next to the doctor’s finger was a small flicker of light – the world’s tiniest heartbeat.

“You alright over there, dad?” Adam asked and all eyes shifted to Javier.

He looked to every corner of the room, “Javi,” she said and squeezed his hand a few times, trying to bring him back.

He cleared his throat, “Yeah - uh - just, a lot.” He internally cringed. Here he was, a speechless fool while she was the one carrying around two kidney beans.

“It’s a lot to take in,” Dr. Kelly assured and Javier snorted as if to say, ya think. “How bout we get you a few pictures to take home. The next time I see you will be in about 3 weeks, and by then they should have a more defined head and arms and legs.”

---

Javier was in a daze, a blank stare fixed on the open road.

He’d hardly uttered a word since getting on I-35 about thirty minutes ago. Reality had slammed into him and his mind was hydroplaning. Out of control, it spiraled into a swarm of fear and doubt that had been waiting in the wings for this moment.

What if he was a terrible father? Wasn’t that the reason he wasn’t sold on the idea in the first place? The uncertainty of whether or not it was for him? Now, he wasn’t just responsible for one life, but two. He could possibly fuck up two lives.

Shit.

He wrestled with the foil wrapper and popped in another nicorette; he smacked down on it like it was made of hard plastic.

The money.

He hadn’t even thought about finances. Two cribs. Two carseats. Two highchairs. Two of everything. Oh and there was no question about it, looking for a house started now.

“Javi.”

“Huh.” His head jerked over, so quick it almost cracked.

“I gotta pee,” she bounced up and down in her seat like a toddler while pointing at the exit. He whipped the steering wheel to the side and the jeep skirted across the lane, almost tipping on its side like a stunt gone wrong.

He wasn’t even fully stopped before she was jumping out of the car, leaving the sonogram she’d been staring at in her now empty seat.

Javier carefully picked it up and glanced from Baby A to Baby B. His fingers traced over their little bodies.

Fuck.

Javier scrubbed a hand down his face. He wanted to do right by these little blobs, but what if he failed?

Rarely, Javier was straight up bad at something – unless it involved seeing from a distance. He was naturally smart, he could manipulate images and information in his minds’ eye, his fluid reasoning skills were off the charts – problem-solving abilities that were the envy of his colleagues. It made him a great agent and his experience transferred over into his role as a professor, making the transition a breeze.

He didn’t know if his skill set was very applicable to parenthood. Don’t get him wrong, he liked a challenge but what if this one was too great? Would this be his downfall?

With a ding, the car door swung open and she slid into her seat, slotting two water bottles in the cup holder. She twisted to fasten her seatbelt, but stalled for a moment when she spotted the photo in his hand.

“Javi,” she said his name so soft and delicate, like he could crack at any moment. He sighed and handed over the photo before backing out of the spot and merging onto the interstate. She reached for his hand and rested it on the smooth leather console, fingers intertwined with his. “Talk to me.”

He shook his head, but not at her – at himself. “I’m just - in my head.”

With no further elaboration, her head dipped into a half-nod that stuck in the downward position. She turned in her seat. The music rolled around the silent car in its own form of torture; a constant reminder of the words he lacked and the palpable tension.

“I’m scared too,” she choked out. The broken words were an unintentional dagger, piercing him right in the heart. She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it, her gaze burning into the side of his face. “But, we’ll get through it. I know we’re gonna figure it out.”

The conviction in her voice made his body feel warm. “You think?” A tinge of hope wrapped around his voice.

He felt her nod against his knuckles as her cheek brushed along them. “Of course, Javi. I have complete faith in us - and in you.” She emphasized the last part.

Glancing over, a small smile parted her lips – one that told him she meant it. He let out a long breath at the faith she carried for him.

He let the silence sit for a moment. “We gotta start looking for a house.” She gave a slow bob of her head to signal she’d already been thinking that. “Do we gotta move to the suburbs?”

“No,” she said through a chuckle, “No way. Ya know how I feel about new homes, I need something with character.”

“We aren’t getting one that needs work, alright? The last thing we need is a money pit.”

She smushed her lips together and he quirked his brow, giving her the side-eye. “Fine,” she groaned. “I know you’re right. We wouldn’t wanna bring our babies home to a construction zone.”

He liked the sound of it, our babies, when she said it. There was a dreaminess about it, a certain excitement that had him going soft – maybe it was true what they say about age.

She sighed and looked at the picture in her lap once again. “Whaddaya think Chucho’s gonna say when he sees this?”

“Are we gonna tell him?” She’d been iffy on telling anyone until further along.

“I know what I said, but you can’t possibly expect me to hold this in for five days and the doctor was happy with how everything's looking. Besides, if I throw up even once this week, he’ll be all suspicious - he’ll do that little eye thing he always does

Javier hummed, he knew the look – it was the same one Chucho gave him when he brought her to Laredo and claimed she was just a friend.

“But, if you don’t want to, then I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“If you wanna tell him, then that’s fine by me.”

She wiggled in her seat with a cheerful clap. “Oh! I can’t wait. He’s gonna freak.”

---

Javier couldn’t believe she’d kept it in this long. It’d been about three hours since arriving at Chucho’s and while Javier had doubts, she was adamant about sticking to the plan she carefully crafted while in the car – right before she passed out.

“That was amazing, Chucho.” A wide smile spread across her face. “You save room for dessert?” She started to gather the scraped empty plates from the two men, Chucho’s chair skidded along the floor, “No, stay. You made dinner and picked up the pie, let me get it.”

Chucho humphed. “Just a small piece.” Javier signaled for the same and she winked, which meant it was time.

Excusing himself to the bathroom, Javier sleuthed to his bedroom and grabbed out the manila envelope the ultrasound photos came in.

After pretending to use the restroom, he came back to three slices of pie on the table. The two of them laughing as Chucho wiped whip cream off his nose. When he slid back into the seat at her side, she shifted straighter in the chair.

Javier looked towards the head of the table at his father, he was looking at her with a grin that wrinkled his face and the sight of it tugged at Javier’s heart.

Chucho had once dreamed of a big family, of children and then one day grandchildren surrounding him. Sadly, the best laid plans are the ones that usually never pan out. Yet, Chucho never blamed or made his mother feel less than for their fertility struggles. Likewise, he never once pressured Javier to fulfill his wishes as their only child.

Javier couldn’t name a better man – he aspired to be the type of husband and father Chucho was. He didn’t force his dream on anyone, instead letting it go without a word or a single tear. He loved his wife and son for exactly who they were and never held a grudge or any resentment for what they weren’t.

“Dad,” Javier’s voice wavered and Chucho immediately turned his attention to his son. “We - uh - got ya something.”

“For me?” Chucho pointed at his puffed out chest. Javier slid the envelope across the white, embroidered tablecloth his mother had made.

Chucho gave it a playful shake near his ear like a child on Christmas. She found Javier’s hand under the table as the envelope popped open, “You didn’t have to get me anythin-”

His voice trailed off as the photo slid into his open hand. He caught a glimpse of the gray lines and medical jargon at the side, and without studying it, looked to his son then to her.

“Are you?” He asked, his hand shooting to cover his trembling lips. “Am I?”

“Take a closer look.” Her voice shook as she wiped the tears away before they could fall.

Chucho took the photo in both hands and held it outwards while leaning back in the chair. His jaw dropped and he rapidly blinked. “Are you serious?” Chucho glanced down at her belly and back up. “There’s two of them in there?”

“Mh-mmm,” she sniffled out and bobbed her head. Chucho’s lip quivered and eyes welled with tears as he looked skyward as if he could feel his wife watching the moment from above.

Overcome by emotion, it took Chucho a few minutes of staring at the picture of his future grandchildren for him to speak again. “When are you due?”

Javier wrapped his arm around the back of her chair. “This summer."

“But with twins, they’ll likely be early.”

Chucho hummed. “What did your parents say?”

“Oh, uh - we actually haven’t told them. You’re the first to know.” Chuco’s face lit up, feeling a tad special. “Actually, we just had our first appointment today. We got to hear their heartbeat and everything.”

Chucho was in awe, “It’s crazy. None of this stuff existed when Javi was born. Look how small they are.” He pointed to the picture as if she hadn’t memorized it, yet she played along and gushed at those gray dots.

“Ya know, they gave us two copies, if you’d like, you can keep that one.”

“Really?”

“But dad, ya can’t tell anyone yet, alright? Not until she’s further along.”

“Alright,” he rushed out and Javier was almost positive his father hadn’t listened to a word he said. “I know exactly where I’m gonna put this, in my wallet next to the photo of you two. Oh, your Tía isn’t gonna believe this.”

“Dad-”

“I know, I know. I won’t say a word – yet.”

Chucho finally put the picture down, off to the side in a safe place to finish up his pie. After a few more questions, she yawned and excused herself to go shower, but not before Chucho wrapped her up in a hug.

“Come on, Javi,” Chucho notched his head to the front door, “It’s a nice night, bring your drink.” Javier joined his father out on the front porch. Owls called out in the distance as bugs sang to one another. The sound was familiar and brought with it a nostalgic peace.

Chucho swigged his beer with a smile that couldn’t be wiped off his face even if a whiff of cow manure drifted in the wind.

“Ya know, your mother and I were told we’d never have kids.” His father looked into the distance while rocking back and forth in his chair. “The day you were born was the happiest day of her life. Mine too.”

Javier’s lips turned upwards at his father, then looked off into the night. “Dad,” he said after a long moment, running his thumb along the lip of his beer. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Chucho chuckled, “I’m gonna let you in on a secret: nobody does,” Chucho softly grinned. “It took five years for us to have you and even with all that time, I still had no idea what I was doing. Still don’t.” He took a deep breath then sighed. “I made mistakes, but I’d like to think I did pretty good.”

“Is it cocky if I say you did?”

“No. You’re just stroking an old man’s ego.” Javier and him both took another drink. “Son, I know it’s scary but remember, you’re not alone in this. You have her. And the two of you are good together, you balance each other out and trust me, you’ll need that. She’s a good woman and you’re a good man. I have no doubt, you’ll be amazing parents.”

Javier’s eyes went glossy and round; he tipped his head back and drank down the rest of his beer to drown the tears threatening to salt his throat. “Did ya ever think, we’d be having this conversation?”

“We already did,” Chucho said, and Javier wrinkled his nose. “Long time ago, on that day I found you out back.”

Javier could see the memory of it so clearly. His father had found him outside with his face in his trembling hands. The world around him was falling apart.

“How did ya?”

“Javi, I knew by the look on your face.”

Javier scoffed, all this time and Chucho never breathed a word about it. Never even a question of what happened.

“She wasn’t, really -”

Chucho held up his hand, “It wasn’t my business, still isn’t. But I knew something had to have changed. From that conversation, I knew as scared as you were, you wouldn’t have left her if she was.”

His father was right, even then, he’d been willing to give up everything for Lorraine and their baby. He’d proposed thinking it was the right thing to do. He was going to marry her despite not really loving her – at least not like he should.

Javier had been more selfish back then – young and immature. In his defense, his frontal lobe wasn’t fully developed. He was in a better place now, financially – mentally – relationship wise.

It wasn’t like his worries and fears were suddenly gone, if anything – it seemed as if they were just beginning. However, knowing it wasn’t just him, that he wasn’t alone in feeling this way made Javier feel better.

“Pops,” he said, “Thank you.”

Chucho tipped his head, then they both looked on into the starry night.

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danime25 · 6 months

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Cherry Pie

masterlist // ao3

*Summary: As punishment for Patriarchy©, President Barbie had given him a choice. Either he had to reap what he had sown and become a subservient little thing or leave Barbieland forever.

*Rating: +18 for explicit mature content

*Content/Tags: Femdom, Pegging, Weight Gain, Feeding Kink, Teasing, Fat Shaming

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

The non-moving clock was ticking. He only had a couple more minutes before his wife would get home. He needed this to turn out perfectly. He wanted the reward that came with pleasing her. See, as punishment for Patriarchy©, President Barbie had given him a choice. Either he had to reap what he had sown and become a subservient little thing or leave Barbieland forever. Obviously, he couldn’t leave Barbieland. He’d never be able to find a gynecologist or a job in the real world. So without much of a choice, he chose to become a housewife. Everyday his job was to wake up at the crack of dawn, make an elaborate breakfast for his wife while picking at the scraps for himself later, keeping a tidy house for her, and preparing a little dessert for her as she walked into her dreamhouse. The silent timer dinged and he pulled the pastry out. He let the smell waft to his nose and took note of the vanilla undertones in the pie crust. He reached for the rounded-edge knife but held himself back. God knows how many times she had punished him for taking a bite before her. If she could see his level of restraint right now, what might she say?

‘What a good boy.’

He let the shiver run down his spine. Yes, he was a good boy. He was her good boy. He felt the wind shift as the door to the dreamhouse opened. He heard the click of her heels as she came into the kitchen. He turned to face her, adorning a perfect smile.

“What do we have today?” She said in a clinical tone

“Cherry pie.” He replied. "I thought you'd like it more than pecan..." His voice trailed off, and the thought cut off by a quick nod of approval from her, he takes a knife out of the cabinet and cuts into the dessert. A good amount of the filling pulled out with the movement of the steel blade. He rummaged around the other utensil cabinet and got a spatula out to pull the slice out. She took the plate from him and then took a tentative bite. He bit down on the inside of his lip as he waited in silent anticipation. He can’t afford to disappoint her. He needed her approval. He needed… her. He rocked back and forth onto his tiptoes. He knew better than to speak while she was evaluating him.

“Good.” She said, the corner of her mouth turning upward. He let a deep sigh of relief out but he wasn’t out of the woods just yet. He knew getting his hopes up and asking for her won’t get him what he wants. “Your crust has improved.”

“Thank you.” He took the compliment with a cool composure

“God knows how many times it took you.” She looked him up and down. He felt exposed as her eyes kept giving him a once over. She didn’t need to say it but she will anyway. She walked over to him and let her hands fall into the dips of his hips. Her hands took hold of the love handles that had formed at his side. “Look at you. You were a slim little thing when we started…”

Her hands moved up his torso and rested on his soft chest. Gone were the beach perfect abs. She had a devious smirk plastered across her face as her hands cupped the sagging pecs. His face turned a crimson tone, but he couldn’t deny he loved the way she touched him. A hand pressed against his cheek and she quietly muttered, “So pudgy.”

“Please…” He let the words spill from his lips before realizing what he’d done

“Please what?”

“Please…” He looked down at his feet sheepishly, “Please play with me.”

“What, like this?” She asked like she didn’t know what she was doing to him. He felt his dick twitch underneath his ill-fitting apron. She seemed to sense his pleasure as well and with her lips barely making contact with his cheek, whispered, “God you’re getting so fat. I bet you liked making all those mistakes, huh? Now that Barbie’s not here you felt like you could let yourself go?”

Ken brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down. His dick was already hard. Mattel, he wanted to cum quietly, hiding the mess behind his apron. But no. He wasn’t allowed that kind of privacy. She pulled the apron off the back of his neck and dropped it onto the tile floor. She tisked as she saw the sparkly fluid that laid on the tip of his dick.

“I’ve barely even started with you.” She chastised him. “Wait.”

He turned around and leaned up against the kitchen counter. He waited quietly, not daring to touch himself while small beads of sparkly precum started dripping onto the cabinet. He was completely out of it until he felt the firm plastic of her strap pressed in the crevice of his butt cheeks. He let out a little gasp as he felt her weight push into him, his love handles spilling over the edge of the counter.

“So pretty like this.” She said, moving the artificial cock up and down. “You’ve really grown into your job, haven’t you?”

“Yes.” He whimpered, needing her inside of him. She pulled away from him once again and finally, she was inside of him. He moaned low as she slowly pressed herself into him, getting further and further into him. Her hands moved from just above his shoulder blades to back on her favorite spot, his growing love handles. She started off slowly as she pumped herself into him. Her speed increased as his breaths got shorter and more desperate, almost like he was begging for release without a single word spoken. His grip tightened and his teeth dug into his plush bottom lip. She continues whispering sweet nothings about his weight gain into his ear, her warm breath gliding down his neck. He started, “Fu…” before a long string of glizz came out of him. He was almost spent, but this was a punishment for him after all. She pounded into his prostate, over and over again, listening to his pathetic whines to stop while he could still stand. Eventually, she pulled out of him and his legs buckled ever so slightly without her behind him. She threw the toy to the side and wrapped her hands around the front of Ken’s legs.

“There there, I’ve got you.” She whispered into his ear. His whole weight shifted back into her and she guided him into a wooden chair nearby. Ken was still in the process of catching his breath when he wrapped an arm around the back of the chair. He looked up at her as she found the apron she tossed to the side and placed it back around his neck. She decided to sit on his clothed lap and leaned into him for a kiss. With his other hand he weakly made an effort to cup her cheek in his hand while they kissed. “Now. I expect another pastry tomorrow. You’ll do that for me won’t you?”

He nodded gently in between kisses before she got up and went to put her heels on. As she left, she gave one glance back at her toy and said

“That’s my good boy.”

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eva-knits12 · 6 months

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Colin Shea Takes Care of Eva During Her Period

Trigger warning: period, Colin wanting sex, Colin giving Eva a manicure and a pedicure, fluff

Summary: Colin takes care of Eva when she's having her period.

I went to bed early because I could feel it coming. The cramps were getting really bad. I took a few Pamprin, and then grabbed the heating pad. I plugged in the heating pad, and set it to high. After a while, Colin came into to check on me.

"Feeling better, baby doll?" says Colin, lovingly stroking my forehead.

"I will in the morning," I say.

Colin removes the heating pad, and turns it off once he sees that I've fallen asleep. He then puts the heating pad on the side, then kisses me lovingly on my forehead.

I wake up the next morning, and go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and then I relieve myself. I see the blood in my panties, and I dig for a tampon. I grab my last one, and I gather my clothes for the shower, will will be sweats.

"Oh, baby doll, why didn't you tell me that you needed more tampons?" says Colin, who has his arms around my waist, and kisses my forehead.

"I didn't think of it, I was going to go later today," I say.

"Let me take care of things baby doll, but first, I just want to take a nice, hot, romantic shower with my baby," says Colin.

"I need to take good care of my baby for when she's carrying our baby," says Colin.

Colin and I finally had the baby talk a month ago. Colin was recovering from his appendectomy, and Colin and I had no plans for kids at all. It was just going to be us. But now, that's changed. We haven't even discussed when we were going to start trying. We were looking at houses, and after that, we would start trying for a baby. At the beginning of next year, I'm making an appointment with my gynecologist so that I can wean myself off the Pill. Colin will stop wearing condoms. Every day, we discuss even more about our future and our future looks bright.

I tear up at this. Nothing would make Colin and I happier than having a baby. To be honest, we're just not ready right now. We just started looking at houses, and Colin wants to put a ring in my finger first.

Colin picks me up, and carries me bridal style to the bathroom, depositing me on the toilet. I pull my pants down and relive myself. I pull my pants back up and wash my hands.

Colin comes back, and kisses me deeply and lovingly. We remove each other's clothes, and he turns on the shower. We suds each other up, and then hold each other until the water becomes cold. This is comforting, intimate, and romantic at the same time.

"Colin, it hurts really bad", I say, tearing up from the pain of the cramps.

"Shh, shh, you'll feel better soon. I'll get you your tampons, okay. Just lie in bed today, and I'll take care of everything, okay, baby doll?" says Colin.

Colin grabs his keys, and goes to the supermarket. He gets the tampons, the overnight pads, and he even gets those chocolates that I like. He even gets a stuffed cat and then goes to the deli to get us both those Italian subs that we both like. Colin even gets us both those chocolate chip cookies that we like. I make myself some avocado toast for breakfast with some roasted red peppers and some slivered almonds.

Colin comes home, and unpacks everything. He puts the pads and the tampons under the sink. I then go to the bathroom and put in an overnight pad. I'm even wearing one of Colin's shirts and a pair of his sweats. Their baggy, but comfy. Colin pretends to hate this, but he actually loves it.

"Women are always stealing my clothes," says Colin, pretending to be annoyed.

"But, rock star, they're SO comfy," I say.

"You love it," I say,

"You're right, I do love it," Colin says, giving me a quick kiss.

Colin puts the sandwiches on a plate with some chips, and grabs two bottles of water. He puts the lunch on a tray, along with the cookies on a smaller plate, and puts the stuffed cat with my lunch. Colin delivers the lunch to me in bed.

"Oh, Colin! I love it!" I say, grabbing the stuffed cat.

"I love you so much, rock star," I say, kissing Colin lovingly.

Colin and I eat our lunch, while watching Simpsons reruns. Eventually, I fall asleep while I'm curled up on Colin's chest. Colin puts his arms around me, and just watches me sleep, and kisses me on my forehead.

Eventually, I wake up, and pull out some basecoat and chip proof top coat, and some baby pink nail polish. I pull out some toe separators, and place each one between my toes. Colin sees this, and fills the footbath with some soapy water.

"Colin, you don't need to give me a pedicure and a manicure," I say.

"I want to, sweetheart. I just want to take good care of my baby. Next thing you know, I'll be doing this when you can't see your feet when you're carrying our baby," says Colin.

Colin fills a bowl with soapy water. He puts the foot bath right in front of the armchair, and then places the soapy bowl on the table that he put in front of it. He's sitting in the desk char, and has removed my toe separators, He places my feet in the foot bath, then instructs me to put my hands in the bowl of soapy water.

I do, and I close my eyes, feeling relaxed right now. Colin removes my feet after a few minutes, and dries them, and runs a pumice stone on them. That even feels relaxing. Colin puts in the toe separators. He then pushes back the cuticles, and puts some base coat on them. Colin removes my hands from the bowl, dries them, then runs a separate pumice stone on them. He then puts lotion on my hands, and then pushes back the cuticles, then puts some basecoat on.

I wait for the basecoat to dry, so Colin goes ahead and makes me a hot chocolate. After a while, it's ready, and Colin gives me the cocoa in a mug. I take a sip, and it's nice and hot. Colin paints the first coat of pink polish on my toes, and then paints the first coat of pink polish on my fingers. Colin gives me another sip of cocoa while I wait for the first coat to dry.

The first coat is dry, so Colin paints the second coat. I wait for that to dry, and he gives me another sip of cocoa. He keeps giving me sips while I'm waiting for the second coat to dry. When the second coat is dry, Colin puts on the chip-proof top coat. I now wait for that to dry, and Colin gives me more sips of the hot cocoa until I finish the mug. Eventually, the top coat dries, Colin removes my toe separators, and I put my socks back on after I make sure that the top coat is completely dry.

Colin orders our favorite Chinese dishes, and we wait for the food to be delivered. Colin and I snuggle while we wait for the food to arrive, and steal kisses while watching Bob's Burgers.

The Chinese is delivered, so Colin plates the almond boneless chicken and the Chinese spare ribs. He puts two bottles of water on the tray, and delivers it to the bedroom.

"Room service!" says Colin.

"Thank you, rock star," I say, kissing Colin.

Colin and I eat our dinner, and steal kisses in between bites, while watching Bob's Burgers. Eventually, Colin decides to go into the bathroom, and he relieves himself. He gets an idea, and goes to the tub, and turns on the water, and fills the tub with some vanilla scented bubble bath. He lights some candles, and puts in a nice, citrus bath bomb in the water.

"Sweetheart, take off those clothes, and wait here," says Colin, who has now grabbed my pajamas, and his lounge pants and T-shirt. I strip down, and even take off my bra and my panties.

Colin kisses me lovingly, and picks me up and carries me bridal style to the bathroom. He deposits me in the tub, and then he strips down to nothing. He gets behind me in the tub, and we just soak. Colin and I take a nice, romantic bath together.

Colin and I just relax in the water, and my cramps are already starting to subside. Colin kisses me lovingly again, then looks at me with lust blown eyes.

"I heard that orgasms can help with cramps," says Colin.

Colin kisses me again, and carries me bridal style back to the bed, naked. We both let our love and passion take over, and Colin grabs a condom, and rolls it on his length. After a while, I let go, and Colin follows. Colin then puts a pair of panties on me, that he already loaded with an overnight pad, and then puts my pajamas on. Colin puts on his boxer briefs. Colin then puts his lounge pants and T-shirt on. We then hold hands and snuggle while we both fall asleep.

'I love you, Eva. I love you so much, sweetheart," says Colin, kissing me lovingly.

"I love you, Colin. I love you so much rockstar," I respond, while Colin is kissing my cheek and my neck.

The rest of the weekend is spent with Colin and I just being lazy slobs, and sleeping and cuddling while my period is still happening. Colin and I are just lying in bed, watching movies, with no plans, and nowhere to be. Colin does the grocery shopping while I rest on Saturday. He even cooks dinner. Sunday, we just spend the entire day in bed, and take another romantic bath that night.

That Monday, when I work from home, Colin makes a trip to the pedestrian mall, and then to the high class mall to look at engagement rings. He comes back with some of those chocolate covered strawberries that I love and a caramel apple with M & M's on it. Colin feeds me the strawberries, and we eat the apple for dessert after dinner. Somehow, I knew that I was going to marry Colin, and Colin was going to marry me someday.

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edmundodiazz · 10 months

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psychiatrist vs psychologist vs therapist

A question for Americans (and others if someone else wants to chime in).

So recently I became very curious about the distinction of these professions in the US (and around the world, as well, but the media I've been consuming has been, for the most part, American).

I keep hearing these words used interchangeably, and I began to wonder if maybe it wasn't always necessarily as much as lack of knowledge as, perhaps, differences in culture and education.

(Tbh I wasn't aware of all the nuances myself, so to explain the differences in a most comprehensive way I've searched for online acrticles that could explain it better, so the definitions below are translated (and sometimes also edited) paragraphs of online articles and not my own words.)

A psychiatrist is a medical doctor. To become a psychiatrist, you must gain a medical degree (after six years of study at the university) and then undergo an additional five years of internship in the field of psychiatry (similarily to any other medical doctor such as surgeon, endocrinologist, gynecologist etc.)

The specialization lasts about five years and includes theoretical classes and an internship in a designated medical facility. Only after finishing those additional five years of study can a medical graduate obtain the right to practice as a psychiatrist.

A psychiatrist is, therefore, primarily a physician who can work in medical facilities - treating patients with mental disorders and diseases. He also has, unlike a psychologist, the ability to prescribe medication to patients for the disorders they suffer from, as well as order a blood test or some other additional medical examinations.

A psychologist, on the other hand, is a person with a master's degree in psychology (the education lasts for five years). A psychologist, however, doesn't deal only with diseases and mental disorders but can also provide psychological support in difficult moments of life, career counseling and similar areas.

Not every psychologist works at their own office or provides consultations. There are psychologists who recruit employees or conduct training. There are psychologists who deal with psychometrics (development of psychological tests), scientific work, consumer research, etc.

Unfortunately, the profession of a psychologist in Poland has not yet been properly regulated or controlled (as is the case with doctors). Therefore, there are abuses by people who have completed postgraduate studies or courses in psychology in the title and call themselves psychologists despite the lack of five-year master's studies.

There is also somone called a clinical psychologist who has attained the master's degree in psychology and then completed an additional four-year specialization in psychology. They have more practical experience in the diagnosis and treatment of mental disorders. Clinical psychology is a discipline applied to healthcare. A clinical psychologist is a master of psychology with competencies in the field of specialization in the clinical psychology of adults, children and adolescents.

A psychotherapist is a person who has completed higher education and, in addition, a minimum of four years of psychotherapy training. Psychotherapists are most often psychologists, but they can also be doctors, midwives, nurses, sociologists or educators. To some extent, their competences overlap with those of a clinical psychologist. There are several leading schools of psychotherapy, which means that the training of a psychotherapist may emphasize various elements of the functioning of the psyche. Training in psychotherapy is long and very expensive.

(It should be noted that a psychiatrist, like a psychologist, is not licensed to conduct psychotherapy, unless they have completed postgraduate training in psychotherapy. A psychiatrist deals primarily with the diagnosis, prevention and treatment of mental illness.)

A therapist is an oft confused and overused word. Many may call themselves a therapist because they have completed one-year postgraduate studies in, for example, behavioral therapy for children with autism. Still others have master's degrees in pedagogical therapy with children with dyslexia. For others, completing a weekend-long therapy course is enough to call themselves a therapist. There are also occupational therapists working, for example, with children with disabilities. A therapist does not have to be a psychotherapist or even a psychologist.

Again, I wasn't aware of everything that has been said here, though I think it is safe to say that most people in my country (or at least the people I've come into contact with) do distinguish the major diferrences between a psychiatrist and a psychologist.

I wrote this post because, like I said before, I was often confused by the their perception in (mostly, I'd imagine) American media (tv shows, movies, books, online videos and articles, blogs and fanfics.) I'm curious, does the education look similiar in other countries? How easy/hard is it to study in those fields?

(I know I could search for the answers on the Internet but I guess I'd like to try a more social approach of asking actual people first).

(Sources for the articles can be found here, here, and here.)

#personal

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angie-j-kay · 9 months

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Okay, here are my takes from Barbenheimer, and the messages the movies seem to be pushing:

Spoilers under the cut.

Oppenheimer:

If you're autistic, have anxiety, or are generally sensitive to loud scary noises, be warned that this might set you off. This was very much a horror movie, disguised as a historical thing. Also, Christopher Nolan music is Christopher Nolany. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

The great horror wasn't that the people involved were monsters, it was that they were just people. ANYONE handed enough fear and desperation risks becoming this. Yes, even you.

If the monster feels really, really bad about it after, is he still a monster? (Answer: YES, but you still paid to see this movie so now you're culpable too.)

A discussion of how responsible scientists are for what the powerful and cruel do with their inventions.

Ian Malcolm in the first Jurassic Park movie was right. "You were so preoccupied with whether or not you could, you didn't stop and think if you should!"

Hey, it's that actor I had such a crush on when I was 14 and wow, he got old, and OH SHIT I'M OLD TOO... It doesn't matter which actor I'm talking about, MOST of them were that actor to someone or other.

Florence Pugh has nice tits, and Robert Downey Jr. should play more villains. Also, David Krumholz is slowly turning into Alfred Molina.

Spoiler alert: BOOM.

Men suck.

Barbie: This one's gonna get me SO MUCH HATE, because y'all love Barbie, but I'm gonna do it anyway.

They told me it was an empowering movie for women and girls to watch. I went through the whole thing, and was rather insulted by this claim. Yeah, the idea of "women can be whatever we want" was repeated over and over, but the actual movie showed very little of that. Only the DOLLS got to be what they wanted, not the "Real Women."

Barbie not having a vagina is played for laughs, and the first thing that happens when she becomes a Real Woman (Yes, this is a plot point.) is... going to the gynecologist, with her new vagina and uterus. The Mattel board meeting actually had a man ask "I'm a man with no power, does that make me a woman?" How Tumblr hasn't caught the transphobia there is beyond me.

Ha ha, pregnant Midge! Loved that!

Feminism is important, because the patriarchy hurts... Ken. And the other Kens. Look, I get that this plot point was aimed SOLELY at the men who were watching this movie, trying to force them to imagine the role reversal and see how awful it is, but it doesn't change the fact that the main plot point of a supposedly feminist movie was clearly targeted at men. Like... come on.

Why is Will Ferrel here? You could have replaced him with a broken lamp in the corner and the movie would have been just fine.

I can't think of a single time that Barbie invited Ken's company. He pursued her, and she tolerated him because that was just sort of her role and she felt she had to. He respected none of her boundaries, just constantly tried to push past them. Then when he went full incel to the point of violence (Yes, I count brainwashing and enslavement as violence and you should too.) and she defeated him, he threw a screaming, public, self-hatred tantrum until SHE was apologising to HIM and consoling HIM, just a few minutes of screen time after a rant about how unfair it is that women are held responsible for men's bad behavior.

Ruth - "I can't let you become a real woman without you understanding what that means." Ruth - shows a montage of babies and motherhood, with some random crap tacked on the end in hopes that we won't notice that.

Being vocally angry about the patriarchy, racism, and enforced femininity is for dumb, angry teenagers with daddy issues who don't know anything about anything, and growing up into REAL feminism involves pink dresses.

The Velveteen Rabbit walked so that Weird Barbie could somersault while doing the splits.

I did cry when Barbie saw the old woman for the first time and called her beautiful. That was nice.

The boy bands of the early 2000s are finally explained.

The only way out of the patriarchy is by women talking to each other and working together, then... men saying they're sorry and totally promising never to do that again. Because that always works.

I mean, the movie wasn't terrible. It just wasn't made for feminists. It was made to get men angry enough to go see the movie so they'd have something to make angry podcasts about, in hopes that a few of them would start to think about what garbage they're spewing. Also, to sell toys, Hummers and Birkenstocks.

Also, I'm not sure this was Greta Gerwig's fault. This whole thing reeks of studio meddling.

OH, and men suck.

#barbenheimer #you're not gonna like this #hot take probably #HOW did I like Oppenheimer better?#feminism #tw transphobia #angie says trans rights not whatever the hell this shit was

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doeroneforall · 9 months

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Dr. Vijayalakshmi Ramanan, the Trailblazing Woman IAF Officer and Lifesaving Doctor

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In recognition of her exceptional contributions, Dr. Ramanan's journey reached new heights as she earned a promotion to the prestigious rank of Wing Commander in August 1972. Her commitment to service and outstanding achievements were further acknowledged when she was honored with the distinguished Vishist Seva Medal five years later.

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haechanniesunflowers · 3 years

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"I promise"

A Bang Chan scenario

A/N: mentions of pregnancy and labour, blood and childbirth, angst, fluff

After Stray Kids' contact expired with JYP, the boys went their separate ways but were still very close with one another. Minho became a choreographer, Felix, Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Seungmin signed with other companies for solo promotions. 3racha became full time producers under a different company, all 8 of them were doing very well.

Chan got married, the couple was living happily in an apartment. He set up a studio on one of the rooms so he could spend more time with her. Chan really did care about his wife but his 3racha signed a project with a sequel to a blockbuster movie and they were working on the songs for it.

"Chris I can't believe you forgot again!" y/n yelled at him. She was at her wit's end with him, she was eight months pregnant and wanted Chan to be a part of it for the final months, he promised he would take her to see her gynecologist two week ago but he was busy producing music and completely forgot. They rescheduled twice but he forgot both times. She called him several times, but he didn't hear it ringing. Now he came home, tired and upset that he completely forgot about his wife and unborn child, yet again.

"I'm not even going to say I'm sorry. I messed up big time and I'm embarrassed." he spoke.

"what do you want me to do about it?" she replied.

Chan didn't have the words to tell her how upset he was with himself. He let her down again and again and she had to go through the last months of her pregnancy alone.

"do you even know we’re having a child? I'm scared Christopher. Will you keep this up after the baby is born too? I can't have my child grow up longing for his father. I understand you love your work but if you love it to the extent you're forgetting about important things, why did you get me pregnant? Why did you want to bring a child in this world? For me to go through it alone? Will you even be there when I'm in labour?" y/n let her frustration out, with hot tears streaming down her face.

Chan came to hold her face but she backed away. He gave her space to cool down and opted to sleep on the couch.

For the next two weeks she she avoided him and did things in her own, she went to the gynecologist alone, and got food for herself from the store. Chan saw her entering the apartment with bags of food in her hand. It broke his heart that she was doing things for herself in the cold weather, and he wanted to make amends. He walked towards her and grabbed the bags from her hand, earning a warning glare from her.

"don't overburden yourself sweetheart" he said. She gave him the bags and went straight to their bedroom. He was right, she was overburdening herself but it was his fault. Coming out of the shower, she got into an oversized t shirt and pajama bottoms, and snuggled into the comforter. Chan stood at the threshold of the door, looking at her with soft eyes as she was facing away from him.

"can I lay beside you?" he began. Y/n missed him too much but he had to learn his lesson.

"no."

Chan felt helpless, he walked inside and knelt beside her side of the bed, facing her.

"I just want to say that I'm really sorry for being ignorant and making you go through these months alone but I promise you I will be there for you when you need me." he spoke and gently kissed her forehead, which she didn't back away from. Y/N closed her eyes, signalling Chan that she was about to sleep so he went out to sleep on the couch again.

At around 2 in the morning, y/n woke up to pain in her abdomen and lower back. It was intense and painful and she clutched the comforter. When it was over she was panting lightly. Her gynecologist told her about cramps near child birth. She got out of bed to drink a glass of cranberry juice. Looking around the house, there was no sign of her husband.

"where did he go?" she mumbled. Y/N went to check his studio and to her surprise he wasn't there either. She started to get annoyed and worried so she called Jisung to ask him if he knew.

"yeah noona he's in the company's studio with us, wait I'll pass him the phone." he answered and handed the phone to Chan, who didn't know how to explain himself.

"you're unbelievable" was all she said and hung up the phone. Chan gave the phone back to Jisung and excused himself saying y/n was asking him to come back home. The other two agreed to finish up with the lyrics.

Chan let himself in through the front door and saw y/n sitting on the couch, slightly bent forward and clutching the cushion. She looked towards him and her expression changed to an annoyed one. Getting up, she walked towards the bedroom but was stopped by Chan, who pulled her by her arm.

"what is your problem?" he inquired.

"nothing, let go of my arm."

"no, what are you trying to prove. You have been ignoring me for two weeks now, you don't even let me near you and you're doing things you're not allowed to do. Then when I'm not around, you suddenly have a problem and want me back, for what? When you're perfectly fine on your own and not speaking to me, what do you want me to do? Sit around all day? Doing what you want me to do? And be okay with with your attitude?" Chan blurted out in anger. Y/N pulled her arm out of his grip.

"I didn't call you back, I only asked Jisung where you were. And you're saying it like I made this child on my own against your will so I shouldn't expect anything for you. If that's how you felt then you should've told me from the start, I wouldn't have depended on you even in the slightest." she said and walked away, lying in bed and crying. Chan understood how hard it was for her but he had a huge thing going on and had to give time to that too. He put his headphones on and lied on the couch.

Y/n yelped in pain as she propped herself on one arm, the other one clutching her baby bump. The pain was excruciating and she couldn't even let out a scream. It was too much that tears welled up in her eyes. She looked around for her phone but she left it in the kitchen. Then she saw the time, it was 8:40 in the morning and Chan probably left for work. Squirming out of bed, she used the walls for support to walk out of the room and saw Chan sleeping on the couch with his headphones on.

"Ch-Chris" she breathed, he didn't seem to hear her since he didn't move.

"oh my God" she whined, clutching her abdomen, "Chris!" she cried. His eyes shot open and he looked to where she stood, bent forward.

"y/n? What's wrong?" he asked and hurriedly walked towards her, and saw her tear stained face, evidently in pain. He wasted no time and took her to the hospital.

The nurse told them she was going into labour and got everything ready. It was happening so fast, Chan stood there, watching his wife trying to push their child out, into the world. He was in awe of her. The scenario gave him goosebumps as we witnessed the moment. His whole world came crashing down, however, when the doctor revealed that y/n was losing blood and the baby wasn't coming out so they had to perform an emergency C-section. He was told to leave the operation theatre and wait outside.

So he stood outside and waited for any kind of news. In that mom he regretted how he treated y/n, for not spending more time with her, for letting her go through the pregnancy with him seldom by her side, for the argument he started the previous night. He was worried for her, he realized how important she was to him and he needed her. In a state of helplessness, he prayed for her wellbeing, for her to stay with him.

20 minutes later, the longest 20 minutes of his life, the nurse came out, holding a baby, wrapped in a small blanket.

"congratulations it's a healthy baby boy" she spoke and put the baby in his arms.

It felt unreal and surreal. He watched the baby, his baby, squirm in his arms, nuzzling towards his warm chest. His heart felt like iit would explode.

"how is my wife?" he immediately asked.

"she's unconscious from the anesthesia, we're shifting her to the ward, you can see her then." she answered and left.

Chan felt light headed. He didn't expect to become a father in the morning, when he went to sleep the previous night.

He went inside the room y/n was in, she laid there, little sedated but conscious. She looked towards Chan and smiled warmly. He walked to her and handed her their son for skin to skin. They looked at him with so much love in their eyes.

"our son, y/n" he spoke in a hushed voice, to not scare the child nuzzling himself into his mother's skin.

"I love him so much" y/n admitted.

"I'm so sorry. I don't have the words to express how sorry I am. You mean everything to me and I was wrong to not pay attention to you when you needed me. I won't let that happen again. I am going to protect you and our son, I promise." Chan stated.

"forget about that Chris, you promised me you would be there when I needed you and you were. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't home. I know you will keep your promise. I love you."

"I love you too."

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d3monslust · 3 years

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - 𝐀.𝐃.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Only setting up traps for them , Andy didn't see any of this coming

𝐖𝐂 : 3,151

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage & abusive relationships , cheating , manipulation , violence

𝐀/𝐍 : tumblr deleted the original and I thought for couple of minutes I haven’t backed it up to the point I had a panic attack :) also I worked really hard for this , any kind of interaction is appreciated!!

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Every story has a happy ending , where the villain gets defeated and the heroes win , but in eden , no one could recognize the corruption and the decent. Everyone hid their darkest and filthiest desires deep down inside them , in their abyss of their souls . Andy knew that , from first hand . He was still getting to know the place , the idle juveniles laying in the sandy beaches , the laughs of the middle aged men echoing through the thickness of the trees’ leaves . A literal paradise ... with no God .

Dolan had promised his wife to keep her safe, and eventually after his decadence , he was more fazed than anything . Their inseparable form could be made out from kilometers ago, their vivid and full of life auras leaving hints of sunshine from time to time . Winning the couple of the year and being stunned was not in their plans but the did not dodge it . Until Dolan started venturing at inexcusable bars , reciprocal pink lipstick decorating one side of his neck while he reclined next to his bond , mumbling about his ambiguous accomplishments. He had her to the point , Mariah felt overwhelmed. The weight of his nifty assets , the gravitas of his clumsy , yet anticipated acts made her scream and wince .

But Mariah David Dolan , did not intend on giving up so easily , only because her husband was demonstrating his incompetent self . Haphazardly, or not , the female found herself at Sherlock’s , who fasty evaluated and corrupted all of her nasty problems . Taken the right measurements, Mariah decided to treat themselves to a dinner , the brunette averting his gaze back from his laptop to his wife. “Did something happen ?” Mariah never cooked , even at special , “crowded” occasions , she wouldn’t lay a finger at the metallic kitchenware . “No . I just though about all the work you’re recently hooked with. A nice dinner with your wife would help you blow off some steam” smirking at the fit of the last words, she left Dolan alone, drowning in his intellectually safe thoughts.

The capriciousness of the vexing atmosphere made the couple exchange some absurd looks. With Andy being the always tired one, sexual intercourse was lost long ago . “Something you would like to say ?” “No .” She went for a debate , any sort of the key for relationships , communication. If that clink unraveled , there would be no sweet salvation for the married couple . “Well , I want to say something.” Andy whispered a silent “go on” as one of their housekeepers wiped off him some of the pasta’s sauce . “I’m pregnant .” the brunette almost choked at the hear , she couldn’t be . “What ?” voice so small , the trait of vulnerability showing .

The fraction made his stomach toss and turn with anticipation, his dreams for the unknown slowly falling apart . “I’m pregnant on the 3rd month .” eyes infested with fury , the blue like sea color dissipated. “And when were you planning on telling me , hm ? When the waters would broke ? Or when the bump would start to show ? Or when you couldn’t fucking miscarriage?” his excessive, painful words ventured to withhold her insurmountable fury . Unceremoniously, his unbeatable character almost took back his sharp words , the marvel Mariah always waited for could intervene their scold and corrupt his grudge . Albeit she had cried and prayed for that baby to come , her husband didn’t yearn it .

“Did you talk to the gynecologist? Can you ?” he stated chastely , reclining his tensed back to the chair . Who could envision Andy Dolan with a child ? The reluctance became vexing , the tension had to be dwindled if she wanted to keep that inexcusable -for him- child . “Yes . We ... discussed and he said that I cannot ... get rid of it .” her unconvincingly words passed from the one ear to the other . He abruptly threw his crystal glass at the respective wall , agitating the woman to run to clean the mess . The hot , ambiguous tears wetting her cheeks . “Cant you just love me ?” she mumbled , her fasty movements elicited a cut from the sharp glass . She hissed at the pain , she wanted to resemble the perfect , sincere , housewife Andy pleased . To conquer the theme , so as to stand next to him with all her lucid pride while clutching his right hand .

And the things became even worse , chaos consuming the island , darkness drowning the residents . But the worst was Andy’s behavior shift . The unintelligible man faltered and his intriguing about his serene family faded , woefully leaving only his malice and possession . Fighting with his own demons , his rigid and virile facade came and ended up resented . The 24-hour absence of the paternal figure made the child cope with egregious insults and quarrels . Curling up in her little bed , her hands covering the ears as not to listen his beloved parents . Was her the reason they fought every night ? And as the family withered , Andy prepared to hit with sweet and sour vengeance .

“Please ...” the woman begged , the tears blocking her already blurry vision . Fatigue in her system degenerating, she tried to refrain this , but Dolan’s wrath could not be avoided . “Please what , hm ? You had a fucking debt ! Look after that damned child . And I swear to god Mariah ^ if something had happened to my daughter!” he scolded . “Oh come on ! Stop acting like you care ! You never did ... you never cared about your family .” His intimidating methods would usually work , and if not he would try for the vicious skin-to-skin contact . Slapping her and looking her terribly weak silhouette, squirming and crying under him . She remained frigid , not wanting to get that answer , Mariah ran to the basement , advancing around the marble halls like a lost puppy . Andy rubbed his stressed temple , waiting for his own kind of wonder to come and take him from this type of hell . The paradise where demons are hidden .

Andy never wanted to become one of them. That vicious, hungry, creatures . Demons . The olds said that if somebody approached the North river he would see a little red creature . A graceful , gorgeous demon . That was bullshit , demons didn't exist , his friend Michael had told him , that poor man - he had taken the subject of claiming to be the Antichrist of the end times too thick . He ended up at an asylum - good man , sick brain . “What are you thinking ?” . God , or whoever , heard him sent him his guardian angel . The nifty woman was everything he wished for . A real living angel . And that chaste, naive flirt shifted into this; whatever that was.

“Nothing to be honest . But let’s not talk about me , hmmm ?” the girl nodded heartily . Y/N had found her person , the one she could trust and never receive betrayal , the one she could cry at and talk about her insurmountable problems . Their meeting was casual - one , two drinks exchanged , some additional winks and the saccharine act of sex to help Y/N realize her feelings. When she was with him , the blithe and sybarite feeling would bloom inside her , becoming as beautiful as a sanguine rose . She chuckled at his works , could describe him as selfless ? No . But to her ... yes . Her despondent self hid his abusive and possessive persona . For her eyes and only , Andy Dolan was a god , innocent and perfect . “I wanted to ask about ... the divorce ? When are you two signing it ?” he had to be astute and answer handily . But they answer was always the same “Oh sweetheart, don’t worry . Mariah is a bit pertinacious but I’ll persuade her , okay ?” and she would fall at the trap , again .

“You’re always answering the same !” maybe today she would revolt and fortunately leave the poisonous love of Andy’s . His eyes shone dangerously, he didn’t want to do this . “Y/N’s not like Mariah” he would remind himself , but the poor girl was sticking her nose almost everywhere . “Aren’t you pleased , hm ? I took you from that fucking clinic , I helped you withdraw and this is your thank you ? I’m disappointed in you , Y/N .” his esoteric character on sight again . His cogent and invidious words caused the sentient girl spill the salty water . The male disdaining to help or comfort . “You deserve this anyway .” she stumbled back , her apprehension increasing whilst seeing him standing up from the bed . That absurdity had to stop , but he had saved her and it was her time now .

As Andy returned home , and the futile try to persuade his wife about the divorce exhausted him , he found himself at his daughter’s room . Observing her sincere and innocent moves . “Daddy ?” “Yes , Baby ?” his far-fetched sweet talk made the two smile in sync . The blonde’s smile making daddy crack . “Can I tell you something?” Andy nodded , hoping the child wouldn’t have read any of his recreational messages . “Mommy told me the reason she doesn’t want you two to break up !” his eyes lit up at her appendix . Perhaps it was the money or the child but anyway - Andy had to know . “What’s that ?” patting his lap for the girl to sit , Hera made herself comfortable at the warmth of his legs . “She said that she won’t let you fool around with every individual who has two holess.” “She said what ?!?!” “Yes , yes but what did she mean when she said “every individual with two holes .” ?” “Not now , Hera .” he quickly placed the kid down , as she sulked at her daddy’s extraordinary behavior.

By the time Andy stated the predicament , Mariah had ruminated on her terms . She should have said this , fuck she really shouldn’t . Her dull and attention-seeking words pushed her husband’s last buttons . “Are you fucking braindead ? What was that you said to my daughter ?!” she knew where that debate would end up . Condescendingly , she wrapped her arms around his neck . Her touch-starved grating amusing his carnal urges . Not wanting to dwell on the situation , Andy let it happen . Her amorous posture , the well-med hair , how didn’t he feel it coming ? Her hands traveling at his shirt’s buttons while Andy’s fingers went for her top . Discarded clothing were soon decorating the floor of their kitchen . His greed for more would eat him up one day . And he waited - patiently and calmly for that day . Her tenuous dominance caused waking up his boredom. But his prurient mind , thought otherwise.

She licked his upper lip , Andy letting her tongue slip into his mouth . The sloppy kiss turning into something more passionate, more loving . “I’ve missed this .” she mumbled in between breaths , making a smirk plaster on Dolan’s face . “I’ve missed you .” he hushed her by kissing her , the loving , lingering kiss making butterflies fly in her stomach . “Andy ?” he groaned at the call , not wanting to eye roll , he approved the question and motivated to go on . “Do you love me ?” “Yes. Only you . And no one else . I know things are hard right now but I’ll make it up to you.”

Bare bodies tangled . Two bodies in one . His hips snapped viciously at hers , hand grabbing a harmful fist of hair . Abruptly pulling it back , making Mariah hiss at the sudden contact of pain . The persona she would only see , not even Y/N , the sadistic one . Her head touching his sweaty torso , the tears in her eyes strengthening his stamina . The coil in her stomach tightened and as the loved noticed it - his hands traveled between her puffy lips , toying with her little bud . “I’m .... im-” her muffled cries interrupting her . “I know baby . Cum , cum with me .” and the coil in her belly broke synchronized with his . The addicting feeling of euphoria engulfing them both . “You did so well .” his sugary words causing her pride to rise , awaking her love for him . Just like the old times . “I love you , Mariah .” she perched at his tight embrace , inhaling his intoxicating scent . “Mhm me too .” she had to savor the moment . Mariah didn’t know what could possibly find her tomorrow .

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And as Andy distanced himself from Y/N, he kept his promise and made up the tangle. At least everything that could be fixed . The insuperable bond they created was ineffable. The somnolent love , almost dead , rose back from the dead . His pernicious and arcane self opened at his therapist . The Dolans couldn’t be happier . Apathy no longer lived between them . No invidious implication wafting around the tensed atmosphere. Just some more scarce , anticipated details and Dolan would finally fall into blithely.

Andy planted the usual good morning kiss on his wife . Excusing himself for his aimless absence on lunch and venturing to the car . The fraction of 2 to months without seeing Y/N, made him tacit. Where was the power Dolan’s hold ? He couldn’t falter, not now. He would withhold and keep things conservative. His conscience screamed no , but he shut it off , not wanting to trust his instincts . Choosing the obliviousness.

Approaching her modern like house , the cars of topical police confused his comprehension. Incompetent to walk inside , albeit he promised not to care - a part which was got circumvented - some of his worry remained to Y/N . “Officer , is she okay ?” the concern in his eyes made the blue - dressed man doubt his accusation . “Sir , are you Mr.Dolan ?” the man let his white scribbling block down , paying full attention to the brunette . “In the flesh .” two more patrols approaching, no feeling of timidity in their eyes . His envision had to be mendacious . A prosaic one , more realistic. “Andy Dolan you are arrested for the murder of Y/N Y/L/N” his conception blurred, everything changing into automatic. His eyes caught the figure of his wife talking to another police man - she wouldn’t? Would she ?

Everything happened so quickly, the metal handcuffs were clutched onto his hand, the ignominious state making him sentient. He would go to prison and there was no denial in that . At least he would leave Eden .

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He had learnt the news . Mariah was in all this . She had been informed about Andy’s illegal affair , not only with women but with drugs , too . On the one side, she had managed to plan her husband’s perfect suicide but the contradiction she received made her tentative. Therefore she visited the professionals . Sherlock’s beneficial - for both Mariah and him- and handily trap got Dolan arrested . They had planned everything, even the littlest detail . The plan was easy , yet complicated.

He would wake up at 7:15 a.m. as always . Head to the kitchen to make his morning coffee , catch up with Mariah who would accidentally leave the house . His phone would remind him about his last meeting with Y/N , where she would end up thing with him . Or what Mariah had decided to do for her . Y/N had left the island months ago when Mrs.Dolan appeared in her house and threatened to kill her and her soon-to-be-born child. As Andy would drive his way , Sherlock would leave his fingerprint everywhere , placing them carefully at the edges of the gun . Next step would be Y/N’s doppelgänger, nice and murdered next to the white rug .

The unbearable route of the dull prison . The thousand of men behind the metal bars , hungry for every kind of fight and sexual intercourse nettled his every atom . Compelling himself not to communicate with anyone , Andy , who had received a life imprisonment lost and the last bit of faith . There was no salvation for him , it never existed . “You have a letter .” the word taking him out of his dwelling thoughts. His family never sent him letters , not that they were coming . Drugs were forbidden, or that was the law applied . “Sender ?” “Unknown .” Andy wasn’t in the mood for playing games . This almost one years in prison erased all of his lenient future. Additionally, alleviating his last mendacious fantasies about life .

Taking the rigid piece of paper , the handwriting of a woman caught his attention . Refraining himself from toring it apart and throwing it to the trash can , he want for abstinence. Cutting the edges with a small knife which used to hide right down his pillow , the form a photo fall on the floor . Inhaling a piece of pure reluctance , Andy took the shiny piece of paper between his hands . The silhouettes of two girls laughing at each other quirked his eye brow . But her ineffable and disheveled beauty stopped his breath . A baby adjoining her side , made him caught the implication . The transparent eligibility to join this family causing him to incandescent. That was his child and his Y/N .

Last thing , eyes traveling at the bottom of the photo

- SHOT WITH NIKON 456 | 6/4/2021 | 7:56 p.m.

And they were alive .

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Is there any headcanon for MC pregnant? 👀👀

Headcanon

Summary: What Jake does while you’re pregnant.

A/n: First of all, Hi and thank you for your request! :D

So, an HC about MC is pregnant. I very much hope that you meant Jake x MC, because this is really Jake x MC. If not, then feel free to send a new request, and if you didn’t want Jake x MC, then I’m sorry.😅😬

Okay so this has become quite long (1,4k) I don’t know what happened xD But I hope you will like it and it is as you imagined it to be. 😊

I don't know if this need a disclaimer but: Of course, every pregnancy is different. I just treated the main points and treated it superficially. I’m not a doctor or anything.

So, have fun! Take care and stay healthy!

Until then, you had no idea what Jake’s emotions were on the subject. He was neither happy nor unhappy. He was a neutral.

When you told Jake that you felt like you were pregnant, he was very tense. He drove off with you right away to buy a pregnancy test.

You were worried that he might not want to, but first it had to be clarified for sure.

At home you immediately took the test and together you waited for the result. You sat on the couch, and Jake walked nervously through the room. All the time he just talking to you the most necessary things and mumbling things you couldn’t understand.

Again and again he looked at the test, even if it was not yet time.

And then the result came, positive. Pregnant. It came so suddenly that you didn’t really know how to react yourself.

Even when Jake saw the result, he still didn’t show much emotion and your fear grew.

He immediately told you to call your gynecologist and get another sure result. Luckily you got an appointment two hours later, to which Jake of course accompanied you.

The ultrasound was done and it was officially confirmed. You are definitely and without a doubt pregnant.

When you looked at Jake, he just stared at the small monitor, paralyzed, and said nothing. The doctor saw your worried face and went outside to give you two some time.

When you approached him carefully, he finally looked at you, tears glittering in his eyes and he had them wide open. His breath was a little heavy, and then he looked down at your stomach.

And then he started to grin. He smiled all over his face and an unbelieving wheeze came out of his mouth. "You’re pregnant, MC, you’re pregnant! We're pregnant!"

His smile has calmed you so much that your tears have also come.

Until Jake’s reaction, you haven’t really been able to realize it yourself.

Jake had started crying and couldn’t finished a reasonable sentence without laughing happily or sniffing.

And that went on all day, and also the next three days. Every time you talked, his gaze wandered from your eyes to your belly and back down.

He apologized to you for his reaction, or rather how he didn’t react. He said that he was just too scared, that he would be happy too soon and that you’re not pregnant after all. Only when the confirmation came, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

You waited a few weeks to tell the others. You just wanted to make sure everything was okay with the baby.

And actually it wasn’t planned to tell the others about it that day, but Jake had announced it anyway. Even if it wasn’t on purpose.

You were with Hannah and Thomas. Hannah had a magazine in her hand in which baby clothes were depicted and had raved about how cute it all is. Well, and since Jake is probably the proudest father in the world, it just popped out of him. He had punched his hand in front of his mouth and immediately muttered an 'oups'.

Of course, Hannah and Thomas were happy for you, and everyone else was happy for you too.

In Jake’s case, exactly what is known as 'Couvade syndrome' is true. It’s a bogus pregnancy. He’s sick in the morning when you’re sick. He is more emotional, he finds strange eating habits that have developed during time, not strange. You’re both pregnant, so to speak, but you’re the only one with the baby.

Jake has become extremely overprotective of everything. He was like that before, but he definitely strengthened it even more. The others also notice it, but can only grin about it. Just like you can laugh about it yourself.

But if it gets too much, then you can just tell him and he will take care to screw back a little. It’s often small things, like you want to drink a hot drink and Jake says in a panic that it’s hot and you have to be careful. He’s gonna take it away from you, and you’re gonna tell him that you know it’s hot and that he doesn’t have to worry.

He’s even more careful with food. If you are shopping, he google everything you pack to see if you can actually eat it during your pregnancy.

When you cook, he forbids you to take a knife in your hand or to stand too close to the stove when water is boiling there.

He also makes sure that you always wear enough clothes so that you and the baby do not get too cold.

Jake always loved it when you wore his clothes before, but now, since your belly is getting bigger and bigger, he loves it even more. You can see how damn proud he is when you wear a t-shirt or sweater from him and the material stretch around your belly.

Jake is the most caring father in the world.He comes with you on all important appointments, reads every book he can find and everything on the Internet.

He always asks your gynecologist tons of questions about the health of the baby, what you can do and what not, what he has to pay attention to.

He’s looking for names for the baby. Far too many names, he writes down everyone he likes and then tells you about it. When you eat, he looks for names, when you cuddle, he looks for names, when you talk, he looks for names.

Jake loves talking to the child, feeling it kick or holding his ear to your stomach and just listening. Whenever the baby moves and he can feel it, he laughs happily.

Jake really does everything for you, he helps you with everything, he supports you in everything, he is the best man in the world.

Jake gives you all the attention in the world. Everything for him is about you. If something hurts you, he massages you. If you’re not well, he’ll talk to you, even if he can’t help you. He just wants to show you that he’s there and that you’re not alone. He’ll take a bath for you and help you with that. He’ll tie your shoes, he’ll get you a drink. If you suddenly get hungry for a hamburger at night, he’ll go and get you one, you want ice cream, he’ll get you ice cream.

Since you got pregnant, you goes out more. Jake loves the child already about everything, but he wants to use the time with you alone until you are a whole family. You go for a walk, go on excursions.

He loves to drive in furniture stores and to look for furniture for the baby’s room. He also loves to go with you to buy baby clothes.

You go out much more, in a restaurant or do more together with the whole group. Simply because he knows that it will be less when the baby is born and he wants this time to be as good as it gets.

Jake’s gonna take every birth preparation class he can get. He wants to do everything right and give you the best support you can get.

Jake helps you pack the 'Emergency Bag', which he has placed right next to the door so that it can start immediately in case of emergency.

The closer you get to the due date, the more nervous Jake gets. Even if he has learned that he must be quiet, every groaning and wheezing from you, trigger that he will ask you in panic, whether it goes off.

About a month before the actual appointment, when you had premature labor, which lasted only a short time, he panicked completely and wanted to go to the hospital immediately. He was totally disappointed and also a bit ashamed that he was so hectic and he said, if it really goes off, then he will be calm.

When the time came and your gestational sac burst without warning, he took it easy. He didn’t panic, nor was he frantic. Only then, when you yelled at him to hurry, did he run off to do everything important and drive off quickly.

Throughout the birth, he will be at your side, holding your hand, breathing with you, crying with you and doing everything he has learned.

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He will give you the best support you can get.

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