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New Generation
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“There ya go. That’s it, nice work!”
The soothing words almost vanished under a raspy cry of effort, but their effect was felt.
Star had been pushing for a couple of hours now, at the moment on her hands and knees in the middle of her livingroom floor. Her mother, Raven, sat behind her and massaged her hips, digging her thumbs into her tensing muscles as hard as she dared and following her daughter’s movements as she rocked back and forth. In front of them both, Sara also kneeled on the floor, hands on her knees as she watched. It was her that had been encouraging Star while she pushed, and who continued to talk in a steady, even tone.
“Get that breath back. Nice, low breaths, get some air to that little girl.”
Crinkling her nose, Star did as she was asked, yanking in a slow, shaky breath. As she let it out, though, almost without her permission she found herself melting into a push, her jaw dropping and a low moan rumbling in her ribcage.
This was exactly what she’d wanted. Laboring here, with just her mother and her midwife, in her own home, taking control of this odd situation on her own terms. She’d never expected to become a single mom, but in all honesty, after what Kane had done to her once she’d accidentally gotten pregnant, she felt like she’d dodged a major bullet.
She let go of her push with a sharp grunt, huffing a few panting breaths before catching the air in her throat and heaving another push. Her daughter was almost here. That was all she needed to focus on, all she needed to give her strength. Knowing that her mother was here too, and that she had a knowledgeable midwife with her? That was icing on the cake.
On the other hand, Raven was almost a nervous wreck.
She was hiding it well, but some of it leaked through. A furrowed brow that didn’t seem to smooth. Lots of questions during early labor and transition, ones that seemed to repeat a few times.
Sara smiled as she peeked over Star’s shoulder and gave Raven a reassuring nod. It was normal, though. This was her baby, going through exactly what she herself had gone through. The midwife smiled to herself as she turned her attention back to Star, who was trying to catch her breath as her contraction faded.
It was funny, the midwife thought to herself. She was finding herself here almost as much for Raven as she was for Star.
The new mom slowly sat back on her heels, a dizzy smile on her face, and pushed her hair back, chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Wow. Ohhh, wow. She’s so close!” She reached down and palmed her vagina almost in wonder, head tilting back and eyelashes fluttering.
Sara smiled warmly and rubbed her upper arm. “Yes she is, I’m starting to see little peeks of her head when you push. You’re doing amazing, amazing work, Star.”
Star hummed in response, a soft acknowledgement on her exhale, and settled into her hips. Her fingers traced the bulge between her legs, knowing her baby’s head was right there, right at the edge.
Raven rubbed a hand up and down Star’s upper back, peeking over her shoulder. “You got this, honey.” She whispered, and melted into a smile as she saw her daughter visibly relax and tilt her head toward her.
“I got it. I know I got it.”
She’d raised a strong girl, and that made her heart swell. Her worries were still there, but they’d taken a backseat to her pride.
“Do you wanna change positions? Here, get some water…” she murmured, grabbing up the cup and straw and holding it out for Star.
“Mm.” Star leaned over and cracked her eyes open to find the cup, then closed her eyes again as she took a big sip. She shook her head as she swallowed, rubbing her belly with her free hand. “Not really, this feels really good…solid, y’know?”
Sara giggled as Star bounced herself lightly against her heels, settling into her hips.
“I might try…up like this I guess, instead of on my hands. Makes my wrists tired.”
“You can do that. Absolutely.” Sara nodded, leaning forward and adjusting the towels and mats they’d spread on the floor.
Raven nodded, smoothing Star’s bangs back from her forehead and watching carefully as her daughter took another big drink. When she handed the cup back, she quickly set it aside, then rested her hands back onto Star’s hips.
“You still want me here?”
“Mm.” Star murmured back, then whined and flailed a hand, patting at her mother’s hands as they pressed in. “No, no. Off. Hohhh.” She melted into a deep groan and rested both hands on her knees, dropping her head forward.
Raven quickly pulled her hands away, then sat back a little, leaning to the side and watching her daughter with an almost helpless look on her face, which Sara took note of.
“Alright. Get some good air…and…push.” Sara murmured in a half-whisper, nodding as she watched Star inhale, then sink into her hips as she bore down. Her taut belly almost changed shape as she pushed, tensing around the baby making its way into the world.
Star slowly drew her hands into fists, then groaned deeply as she released her push and her grip. Fitfully, she flapped her hands by her face with a whine, then slapped them back down onto her thighs, rocking her hips side to side.
Thinking quickly, Sara grabbed up a magazine that was sitting on the nearby coffee table and thrust it at Raven, giving her a grin. “Here. Fan her with this, that’ll help get some air moving and cool off this hard workin’ mama.”
Thankful for something to do to help, Raven quickly grabbed up the magazine and began fanning her daughter, reaching out and pushing her bangs back from her sweaty forehead again with the other hand.
The deep, resonant moan from Star was evidence enough that it was the right thing to do, and the young woman took a couple deep breaths before pushing again, sitting down into her hips and pushing her knees apart a bit further.
With a loud grunt of effort, Star leaned back a little as her contraction peaked, head falling back and hand darting between her legs. She cried out in excitement and surprise as her baby had suddenly swelled to a crown, stretching her opening around the squishy head covered in hair.
Raven gasped, and Sara cheered, immediately grabbing up a towel. “Heck yeah, Star! You got it, that’s it! Pop em right out!”
Sara grinned as her comment had the intended effect, Star laughing breathlessly and both forcing her to relax and to get a breath. “Ohhh! Oh hi baby! Hi!” She crowed, fingers tracing the top of her baby’s head. “Mom, can you see her??”
“I can!” Raven cheered, stroking her forehead with her thumb and blinking back tears. “I see her, honey. She’s got lots of hair.”
“I knew she would, I had all that heartburn!” Star laughed, then adjusted her hips and lifted her head back up, tucking her chin to her chest and arching her hips toward the ceiling a bit. She grunted, deep in her chest, a sound that Sara knew well, and she quickly laid the towel over her hands and held out her hands.
“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s have a baby, huh?”
Star was already pushing, melting into short, pulsing little grunts that very quickly eased her baby forward. A forehead, eyes, a little nose, all emerged with each happy sound.
One deep groan, rumbling in her ribs, and an entire head was sitting between her thighs. Star melted into a deep, happy sigh, shifting her hips back and forth and stroking her baby’s face.
Without a word, Sara quickly beckoned Raven over closer, and when the new grandma shifted over, Sara draped the towel over her hands. A small tug to her wrist, and Raven held her hands out just in time.
With a deep, rasping inhale and a last groan of effort that melted into a cry of happiness, Star gave her last push, and her baby all but fell out of her right into her own mother’s hands. Three generations all began to cry together as Raven quickly lifted her new granddaughter onto her daughter’s chest.
Sara smiled ear to ear as she helped clean up the new baby, her heart warm. This was what it was all about.
Love, overcoming the anxieties of change.
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From the Ashes Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Fight
I got back from my family trip and it was pretty nice. Four days out in the woods was very refreshing ^w^ gave me time to get this chapter done fast since I had a lot of quite time to write. The next couple chapters will probably be slower though cause I'm running out of steam a bit and also I have some commissions I gotta catch up now that I got a computer again lol. Anyways I hope yall enjoy this chapter! and As always, please support my Ao3
Rosie picked up on her training relatively quickly from there. Going over her firearm and hand-to-hand combat training, until she could defend herself quite easily. She seemed to have a special interest in hand-to-hand combat especially. Always eager to practice her form, even outside of their designated training time.
Asher took notice of this and decided to introduce her to melee weapons.
He started her off with just swinging a thick branch, getting her used to swinging something with weight, before introducing her to swinging an axe. She seemed unsure at first, but at the mention of her father’s regular use of it in the past, she was more than eager to learn. Picking up on the skill rather quickly.
In just a months' time Rosie felt like she was ready to enact the next phase of her plan.
With a nervous air, she approached him while he was fixing a fence post with Asher, “Hey, dad?” Montanha looked up from his work as he gave her a smile, “What’s up, Sprout?” Rosie wrung out her hands as they shook, “Um, well, I was thinkin’. I’ve been training really hard, and I wanted to show you what I know.”
“Show me what you know?”
“Y-Yeah, like show you how good I am.”
Asher smiled, “Hey, that might not be a bad idea. We can put on a little show for you! She has been working pretty hard, Montanha.” Montanha looked hesitant, but seeing the look in his daughters' eyes, he couldn’t resist, “Well alright, how about you show me this evening?”
Rosie beamed like the sun, “Ok! I’ll show you what I can do!”
As she ran off, Montanha watched her go, sighing a little, “She’s growing up so fast...”
“She’s a really good fighter, she’s really capable too.” Asher said, looking at him. “I know, but every time I look at her, all I can see is that baby I held in my arms all those years ago.”
“You gotta learn to let go eventually, Mountain Man.”
Montanha sighed at those words, “I know, I’ll, I’ll try to...” he mumbled quietly. Asher smiled as he put a hand on his shoulder, “Let’s get this fence fixed, bud.” Montanha smiled back at him a little as he grabbed the hammer.
Evening soon came and it was time for Rosie to prove herself. She could feel herself shaking a little as she stretched and warmed herself up. In the grass not too far away, her father sat there, a smile resting on his face as he watched her warmup. As she glanced his way, he waved at her, his smile warming, which helped her with a few of her nerves as she waved back.
“You ready to go, Trapper?” Asher asked as he finished getting everything set up. “Um, I guess.” she said back, her demeanor unsure. “You don’t gotta be nervous, your dad is gonna be proud of you, no matter what.”
“I know. But I really want him to see how good I am.” After all, if she could do that, maybe he’d see that she was strong enough to help him.
Asher patted her back, “I’m sure you can. You’ve trained hard. He’ll be able to see that.” Rosie nodded and gave him a small smile.
She could do this.
The two of them then turned to Montanha, “We’re ready, dad!” Montanha smiled big at that as he gave her a thumbs up, “You got this, sweetheart!”
Both Rosie and Asher then stood in the center of their demonstration area, both facing each other. Asher put his hands up as he got into position and Rosie followed suit. Both nodded at each other, “Begin.”
Rosie was the first one to move, circling him as her feet moved with practiced steps. Asher started moving to face her, his steps more fluid and quicker with experience.
As he turned, she went in for a jab at his side, but Asher was faster as he blocked her hit. Rosie then followed up with a swift kick to his side which Asher was able to catch with ease.
He then returned a jab of his own, Rosie tried to dodge it, but his jab was so fast and harsh that it hit her squarely in the hip and made Rosie faulter.
The pain was not harsh, but it was a big enough nip that Rosie had to back away to recover. Asher did not follow, letting her take her moment.
Rosie took a few controlled breaths to regain her composure, feet still as she breathed.
Once she recovered, her feet started to bounce as she regained her rhythm, bouncing and shifting before rushing in. She was fast enough to not only hit Asher once, but twice in the sides as she hit him with a crisscross of punches.
Keeping her pressure up, she kicked up into his arms to try and break his guard. His guard didn’t break; she kicked again and this time it fell.
His arms fell, she leapt forward. He didn’t move. She landed a punch, and his head moved back slightly to soften her blow as she punched him in the jaw.
As soon as it landed, Asher backed up with a smile and nodded, “Good.” he said, signaling the end of the fight.
Rosie broke her stance as she nodded. Turning, she smiled and waved at her father, as she moved on to the next phase of the demonstrations. Picking up the rifle that had been sitting on a stand, she held it tightly against her shoulder just as she practiced, as she took aim at the first of the five targets set up for her.
They were five simple targets made of wood and painted with rings of black. Some hung from the trees, and others stood on poles, some far away, while the rest were closer. All of them made to test her accuracy. With calm and practiced movements, she took aim and fired.
Her first hit dead center. Swift and mechanical movements followed as she unloaded and fired again.
Montanha watched as his daughter continued to fire, unload and reload, as she hit the remaining four targets. Not everything landed, the two farthest away landing more on the outer rings, But the remaining targets hit closer to the center. His face was hard to read as he watched her demonstrate her skills.
Clearing her gun, Rosie set it back down on its stand as she walked towards the last portion of her show. Standing in front of the dead tree she used for practice, Rosie picked up her axe, gripping it firmly in her right hand. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she readied herself, before taking the first swing.
The first swing connected with a solid ‘thunk’ as the blade buried itself into the trunk of the dead tree.
Pulling out with a small grunt of effort, she gripped it again as she went for another swing.
This time missing purposely, as she used the momentum of the first swing to then pass the axe to her second hand.
As soon as she gripped the handle she swung back up and the axe had buried itself into the trunk once more.
She continued to demonstrate the move, swinging, then passing again, before swinging and passing it once more.
With the speed of her momentum her hands almost looked like a blur as she kept passing from one hand to the next. She then grabbed it in both hands and used the momentum she’d built up to swing it up and back.
The axe swung down fast and fluid as Rosie yelled and buried the blade deep into the wood.
Letting go, Rosie stepped back and breathed heavily as she turned to look at her father, eyes looking to him expectantly.
Montanha was already on his feet as he began to clap. Rosie’s chest swelled as she felt herself start to brighten. Her smile so big on her freckled cheeks that they wrinkled her eyes, as she caught her breath.
Asher came to her side as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “Well done, kid.” Rosie looked at him and beamed.
Still smiling wide, Rosie pulled herself away from Asher a moment later, as she ran over to her father, “So, what do you think?” Montanha smiled, “I think you were amazing, honey.”
“And?”
“And?”
“Well now that you’ve seen how good I’ve gotten, I can go scavenging with you again right??” Montanha’s smile dropped at that. His brows furrowing as he looked at her, “Look, I only okayed you training with Asher, because it’s for self-defense. You’re a long way from letting me allow you to scavenge again.”
Rosie’s smile now dropped, as the shine in her eyes dimmed, “What? But I thought-!”
“Just because you’ve trained for a month, doesn't mean I trust you not to run off like you did last time.” Rosie’s face started to flush hotly, “I said I was sorry! So, you’re never gonna trust me again then??”
“That’s not what I meant, look I-” he started, but Rosie started to stomp away, angry growl in her throat and hot tears in her eyes as she distanced herself from him, running for the cabin. Montanha shared a surprised look with Asher. Before getting up to go after her, Asher following suit.
Rosie had made it into the cabin by the time Montanha caught up with his daughter, “Rosie wait, let’s just calm down and-” Rosie suddenly whipped around to look at him, “You just think I’m just a little baby, don’t you??”
“That’s, that’s not-”
“And you never let me help! All I’ve ever want to do is help you!!’ she exploded, ‘But no! I’m too young, I’m too weak, I’m too inexperienced! Any excuse you can find to push me away!” These words seemed to wound Montanha as they hit deep.
Asher seeing this tries to deescalate the situation, “Ok, let’s all just calm down-”
“I know you just want to help me; I understand that! But you just don’t understand the dangers of this world. Something you proved when you ran off by yourself to experiment with your trap.” Montanha argued, completely ignoring Asher.
“So just because I make one mistake, I can’t be trusted at all??”
“I’m not saying that.”
“Yes, you are! Why don’t you just say you hate me already!”
Montanha physically recoiled at her words, almost as if he’d been slapped, his face losing all color. Before being replaced by a fiery hot flush, “I care about you more than anything! You have no idea the sacrifices I’ve made to keep you safe!”
“I never asked you to do that! I can take care of myself!”
“You’re a child!”
“Guy’s stop! Let’s just-!”
Asher’s words fall on deaf ears as they continued to fight.
“No, I’m not! I’m fourteen!”
“Yes, you are!”
“You just want to turn me into this scared little hermit, just like you! Too scared to do anything!”
“You two-”
“I am your father! And I’m not gonna let you go out there and get killed like your godmother!”
“I hate you! I hate you so much and I’m gonna run away and never come back!”
“That’s it! You’re never-!”
“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Asher roared, making Montanha and Rosie freeze and finally look at him. Both of them looking like deer caught in the headlights, the hot flush leaving their cheeks, as they both visibly pale. “Sit down, both of you.” Asher ordered, voice firm.
Montanha and Rosie both obediently sat down on the nearby couch, “Now look, you're both trying to tell each other what you’re feeling, but neither of you are listenin’ to each other.”
Asher looked to Rosie, “You’ve come a long way, no one’s arguing that, but your dad is right. It takes a lot of trust to work together when scavenging. And we’ve seen some horrible things happen to people that we don’t want to happen to you. So as long as you stick by us, you’ll get your chance to prove to us that you’re ready.”
Asher looked to Montanha next, “Rosie needs to grow up sometime, Montanha. How do you expect her to survive when you keep such a tight grip on her like that? When you say things like that, she doesn't hear that you’re trying to keep her safe, she thinks you’re calling her useless.”
Both look down at the ground in shame as both seem to think about Asher’s words. “I, I’m sorry, dad...” Montanha looked to Rosie, “I know, I’m sorry too. I don’t think you’re useless. I think you’re very smart and capable and I love you so very much. It’s just the thought of you out there in the city fills me with so much fear.”
“But why?” Rosie asked, voice soft. Montanha’s face looked so much older than he was, as he looked to her, “I, I think it’s time I told you, both of you, about what happened that day.”
Asher and Rosie both looked at one another, before moving in closer to Montanha, Rosie scooting up from his right side, while Asher sat down on his left. Seeing there was no backing down now, Montanha took a deep breath and began his story.
“It happened one day when we were out scavenging. It had been quiet, save for running into another survivor earlier in the day as we ran around the city. That all changed when we ran into a survivor with no gear who looked roughed up, saying he got robbed. He asked us to help escort him to a survivor camp on the other side of the city. Rosie didn't trust him, but I did, so I convinced her to help the guy out.”
“What happened next?” Asher asked softly, though he had a feeling he already knew.
“Well, we started to make our way through the city, Rosie keeping her eye on the new guy the whole time. About halfway to our destination, we heard someone screaming, it sounded like a child or a woman in distress, so naturally I wanted to help. Again, Rosie didn’t trust it, and again I ignored her concerns in favor of ‘being a hero.’ So after some convincing, I left her alone with the stranger and left to go help the one screaming. But wouldn’t you believe it? It was a damn Creature. It was a trap. I barely got out of their alive after I got jumped by the thing.”
Asher took a breath, before letting it out slow, “God...” Rosie looked at her father with wide eyes, that seemed to study him.
“I thought that had been the full extent of it, but I was wrong. If I, If I had known the full extent of their trap, then I would’ve run back, maybe then I could’ve saved her. But I didn’t, and by the time I got back, she was already gone. I didn’t hear a gunshot, didn’t hear a scream. They didn’t even leave me a fuckin’ body. The only thing they left me was a blood stain and her necklace to mourn over.”
Rosie touched her necklace as she looked down at it. Asher balled his hands into fists, “Those fuckin’ parasites.” he growled.
Montanha meanwhile, started to laugh bitterly as tears started to well up in his eyes, “Can you believe it? A goddamn Creature tricked me, and I got Rosie killed. Because of me, she’s dead.” Asher began to rub Montanha’s back as he buried his face in his hands, “It ain’t your fault. Those fuckin’ things planned the whole thing out.”
Montanha shook his head, “It’s still my fault. I made the call. I ignored her and stuck my neck out for strangers. I killed her.”
“It’s ok Montanha. You’re not the first to be tricked by those flesh bags.” Asher reassured. Montanha nodded, but he was still breathing shakily and fighting back his tears.
As he struggled to maintain his composure, arms wrapped around his chest and Montanha watched as his daughter buried her face into his shoulder, “I’m so sorry, dad.” Rosie said, voice cracking as she fought back her own tears.
He fully broke down in that moment, as he turned to embrace his daughter. Montanha wept openly, tears rolling down his cheeks as he shook and held her close. He didn’t know why, but her words meant more to him than anything in that moment, as he cradled her tightly. Rosie began crying as well, as she buried her face in his chest. In that moment, she made a silent vow to herself that she would not rest until she killed every last one of those things.
As the two of them cried, Asher relaxed a bit as he saw the two reconciling. He then made a move to go and give the two space.
He was stopped however by not one, but two hands, who grabbed at his sleeve. Rosie and Montanha looking at him with eyes that said everything.
Asher melted a bit at this and allowed the two to pull him in. As the three of them embraced, Asher felt hot tears roll down his cheeks as he began sobbing. Processing the loss of one of his best friends, the girl who had been the annoying little sister who he hadn't known he needed. It was yet another piece of his family that had been taken from him.
But as he took in the warmth and love of Montanha and his daughter, he at least didn’t feel alone. A small, but genuine smile broke across his face as he took a shuddering breath.
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From the Ashes Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Training
Finally got my computer! I'm so glad I can now more easily transfer my writing from the journal directly to my computer, it's waaayyy easier than typing it up on a phone lol. I think I will continue to use the journal for writing my rough drafts though, I find it much easier to get my thoughts down that way and it's a lot less daunting haha. Anyways I'll be gone for a week as I'm camping with family for the fouth of July weekend so you guys probably won't get another chapter for a bit haha. Also always I hope yall enjoyed this chapter and please support my Ao3!
“Alright I think the best place to start is learning how to wield a gun.” Asher began as he held a rifle in his hands, pointing down at the ground. It was early in the morning, wet dew still clinging to the grass as the sun lazily made its way up in the sky. Rosie looked at the gun with wide-eyed curiosity, “why guns?”
“Because while being physically capable of fighting is important, and we’ll go over that another day, right now you’re physically defenseless. So, you’ll need to rely on guns to protect you from Creatures. Even I always carry a gun on me in my jacket, just in case.” Rosie nodded, “Is, is using a gun hard?” Asher smiled, “It’s not hard at all, I’ll show yah the ropes.” he reassured her, seeing her hesitation in the way she eyed his gun. “It just takes practice and a bit of respect. I’ll show you everything you need to know, step by step.”
He then gestured for Rosie to come closer, showing her how to hold the rifle properly while explaining each part and function to her. Rosie nodded along as she did her best to take the information in and memorize it for later. “Remember Rosie, a gun is a tool, nothing more. It’s how you use it that matters, and right now it’s our best defense against these Creatures.”
“Ok.” Asher then gently placed the rifle in her hands. Rosie immediately stiffened, “Don’t be nervous, ok? I won’t let nothin’ happen.” He said gently, seeing her tension. Rosie nodded stiffly, “Ok.” Asher gave her a moment to get used to the weight before going over how to load and unload the weapon and what to do if it jams. He showed her a couple of times before letting her try, which she managed to do after a couple of false starts.
“Ok, so now that you know how to load and unload, let's work on how to hold it.” Asher said as he took it from her for a moment. “Now remember the most important thing about holding a gun is, never point a gun at someone, unless you intend to kill them. When not in use, always point the gun down towards the ground and away from your feet. That way, if it were ever to accidentally go off, you won’t injure yourself or your companions.” Rosie felt a bit nauseous as he explained this to her, though she wasn't sure why that was.
Asher then handed the gun back to her, as he helped to hold it up to her shoulder, “Alright, now when you fire it, you hold it against your shoulder here, nice and tight. Now, take a deep breath.” He guided, making her take a breath to try and relax, “Yep, there yah go. Now it’s important to hold the gun here when you fire, so you don’t end up busting your nose or ribs, ok?”
“You can bust a rib?” Rosie squeaked, eyes like saucers, “If you don’t hold it correctly, then yeah. This thing will buck when it goes off, which is why you gotta hold it tight to your body, ok?”
“Ok.” she said as she adjusted the gun again, feeling a cool lump of nerves sitting in her stomach like a rock as she tried to relax, making sure her grip wasn't too tight. “Good job, Trapper. Now let’s practice aiming. See that tree there?” Rosie followed his fingers as he pointed to a distant tree, squinting as she focused. Asher then guided her as he adjusted her stance and helped her aim, lining up the sights as best she could, “ok, take another deep breath, and when you're ready, squeeze the trigger.”
As Rosie took the shot, an air splitting crack boomed out, and she managed to stay upright as the rifle bucked her shoulder back. The side of the tree exploded slightly as her shot hit just the outermost part of her target. “Great shot, Rosie!” Asher exclaimed with a proud grin on his face. As soon as she heard that, the pit in her stomach vanished as she smiled up at him, eyes sparkling, “You think so??”
“You’re a natural, but let's do a bit more practice, ok?”
“Ok!” Rosie chirped, all her nerves being replaced with a sense of excitement as the adrenaline rush hit her all at once. Asher chuckled at Rosie’s newfound enthusiasm, glad to see her truly relaxed, “That’s the spirit.”
The next few days were then spent practicing with the gun as Rosie worked on her aim and accuracy. With his guidance, she gained a solid confidence and respect for her weapon as she got better at aiming and could actually hit the center of her targets.
Once Asher felt like she’d learned enough to defend herself properly, he moved on to the next phase of training. “Ok, now that you’ve gotten a good handle on guns, we can focus on hand-to-hand combat. Do you have any experience with that?”
Sitting crisscross in the grass, Rosie thought about it, “well, I watched my dad practice a couple of times. But other than that, no.”
“Alright, then we’ll just start with the basics.” he then had her stand as he guided her into a standing pose, one foot back and turned out to the side. He then brings her arms up to guard her face, “This will be your basic stance. Now, do you know why it’s important to stand like this?”
Rosie shook her head, “Here, watch this.” he then stands in front of her, with a regular stance, feet together. “Ok, try to push me over.” Rosie raised a brow, but walked over and gave him a light shove, making Asher stumble back easily as he smiled at her, “Not bad. Now watch.”
He then changed his stance to be like the one he showed her, feet apart and arms up, “Now try again.” Rosie tried to shove him again, but this time he held steady. “Come on, give it your all, kiddo!” Rosie laughed but kept trying to shove him over, putting more of her weight into it, but Asher remained rock solid as he grinned.
When Rosie finally gave up, he broke his stance, “You see? When you have a good stance, you’re harder to put down. Now, stand in position again.”
Once she got into her pose and Asher adjusted her a little, he stood in front of her, “Now I’m going to show you how to punch, ok? This first punch is called a jab. See the foot in front of you? Take the hand on the same side and bring it forward and into my hand here, taking a slight step forward when you do, not a big one, just a small step as you bring your fist forward.”
Following his instructions, she stepped forward and brought her fist into the palm of his hand, “Good, now do that again and remember to bring your fist back to your face when you step back.”
Asher has her practice this in repetition. Her movements were a bit clumsy, and her punches were weak, but he still nodded in approval, “Good, good. Not bad for your first time, now let's try the next step. This next punch is called the crisscross...”
By the time the sun had reached it’s highest point Asher had drilled her several times, going over her form as she punched, as well as showing her a few kicks, though she’d almost fell over a few times as she struggled to keep her balance.
She was more than happy to stop and take a break at Asher’s suggestion as she flopped over, sweaty and exhausted. Asher, while just as sweaty, was far less exhausted as he sat with her in the grass, “Good work, Rosie, you’re picking up on this quickly. As long as we keep working on your form and stamina, I think you’ll be a natural in no time.” Rosie could only let out a garbled mesh of words in return as she laid there, completely spent.
Asher chuckled as he patted her on the head, “You’ll get the hang of it soon enough, kid. Just remember to keep your balance and to stay guarded. You’ve got several weak spots to take advantage of when you're fighting.” he then leaned over and tapped her face lightly, tapping at the side of her eyes. “Poking or gouging out the eyes is always a good go-to. It’s both very painful and very disorientating.”
He then tapped her nose, temples, and ears, “These spots are good when defending against people. You can really shake a person up if you hit them in these spots, less so for Creatures. Unless you can apply a lot of force to it, only headshots will really do it. I ain’t seen anyone successfully punch a Creature out, other than your dad.” she scrunched her nose at that as she looked at him with disbelief, “Really? My dad?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve seen it firsthand. I was this close to getting mauled by a Creature after it managed to back me into a dead end. I thought I was done for. But your dad? He came out of nowhere and just decked the thing, knocking it off its feet and straight into the asphalt. He’s really something else...” he said, eyes a bit distant as he reminisced, his cheeks turning pink.
“Wow, I wish I could be that strong.” Rosie said wistfully. If she could have that kind of strength, then maybe she could be strong enough to save him.
Asher returned to the present as he looked at her, “You’ve got the potential, Trapper. You are his daughter, and I see a lot of him in you.” he said honestly. Rosie’s chest swelled at his words as she suddenly sat up and looked at him, eyes bright with a renewed energy, “Can we get back to training? I wanna go a few more rounds!” This made Asher smile, “Of course, let’s get to work.”
Montanha found himself unable to sleep, a cold sweat glistening on his skin. Rosie had been training with Asher for a few weeks now, and he was so proud of his daughter. How could he not be? Every day, she worked hard, and he could see a passion and drive in her eyes that he hadn't seen before.
He knew this was her finally finding the thing she was meant to do. She was meant to fight. But that was also terrifying to him as he knew what kind of road that could lead her down, and he knew exactly what kind of death that could lead her too as well.
Every night since she started training, he’d been plagued with unwanted memories that kept flashing behind his eyes. Every time he did, he saw her. Though the details were hazy from time, he could still remember her fiery red hair, her freckles, and that buck tooth smile, and it pained him.
Sitting up in bed, he rubbed his neck stiffly as he let out a tired sigh, before moving the hand to his hair, running his fingers through his long brown locks, as a heavy sense of loneliness ate away at him and left him feeling cold.
Slipping out of his bed, Montanha padded his way across the cabin and found himself in front of Asher’s door. Quietly, he opened the door to his room and stood in the threshold, “Hey, you still awake?” he asked softly, almost hoping he wasn’t.
Asher sat up a bit and looked to the door where Montanha lingered, “Can’t sleep either?” Scratching the back of his neck, Montanha felt nervous, “Do you remember, back in the day, when the three of us would cuddle up?” Asher smiled, “We did always sleep a lot better that way, didn’t we?”
“I, I know it’s been a while, but would you...?” At his question, Asher patted the side of his bed, inviting him in. Finally, Montanha crossed the threshold as he joined him on the bed, sitting himself down next to Asher.
Asher then laid himself down, getting himself more comfortable. Montanha took that as a cue to do the same and lay beside him, “I don’t know who owned this cabin before, but I’m glad they had a thing for big beds. Probably some rich asshole.” he joked, making Asher laugh softly, “Well thank God they were rich assholes. Otherwise, this would be a lot less comfortable.”
As they got more comfortable, Montanha turned and opened his arms without much thought, as he waited for Asher to join him. This just earned him a brow raise and another chuckle from Asher, “You become a big spoon over the years?”
“Erm, well, kinda. My daughter likes to be held...”
“Well, I don’t mind being the little spoon if that’s what yah like.”
“Well... I remember when you used to be the one to hold me. I kinda miss that.” He admitted. Asher’s cheeks turned a bit red at this confession, “W-Well I can certainly hold you if you’d like that.” Montanha turned over at that and allowed Asher to come closer.
They now laid chest to back with Asher’s arms resting over his waist. Montanha let out a deep, content sigh as Asher put his face into the back of his neck. It felt warm, it felt right, and both men felt more relaxed than they had in years.
“Just like the old days.” Asher sighed as he snuggled in closer. “Yeah... Hey, remember that one night in the summer, when we all laid under the stars? Making up constellations since we couldn’t remember some of them?”
“Correction. You couldn’t remember any constellations other than the big dipper.”
“Hey, just cause you're right, don’t mean yah gotta wound my ego like that.” Montanha said, making the two of them laugh softly. “But yeah, I do remember making constellations... Do you remember any of them?”
“I remember all of them; I never forgot.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I missed those days. I missed you, Ash. It’s been so hard, without you here.” Asher squeezed Montanha a bit tighter, “I’m sorry... I regret leaving.”
“... I never asked before, but did you ever find your dad?”
“It’s not something I like remembering.”
“I understand, I won’t push you if you don’t feel comfortable talking about it.”
Asher let out a heavy sigh as he hugged him closer, “After I left, I traveled back to North Dakota, to my hometown, to look for him. I kept in touch with my dad every now and then, texting him and letting him know where I was. When I finally got there, I let him know and... He said, ‘your mother and I can’t wait to see you.’” Montanha frowned, “You told me your mother died on the first day, didn’t you?”
“I did, so when I read that, I realized in that moment... That my dad had been gone for a long time.” Montanha reached one of his hands up to grab his, giving it a gentle squeeze, “I’m so sorry.” he said softly. He couldn't see the way Asher’s face twisted into one of pure, cold malice as he continued to speak, “I also realized that the thing that was wearing his skin was still there. So, I went to see the thing, and I tore it to pieces.”
“That must’ve been so hard...” at that, Asher’s anger went as quick as it came as he squeezed Montanha’s hand back, “After that, I kinda went on a big rampage, tearing apart any Creature I could find. It was a dark time for me. I was then taken in by a small resistance group, and I spent the last fourteen years helping grow that resistance.”
“It sounds like you did a lot of good. What made you want to walk away from that?”
“Honestly? It was the possibility of running into you and Rosie again. It’s what kept me going a lot of days, and it’s what drove me to try and find you.”
Montanha blushed at that. Still, there was a guilt in his heart, “I wish I could have been there. I don’t know what I would’ve done, but I could’ve at least held your hand.”
“No, don’t feel guilty. I should’ve come back sooner, then I could’ve held your hand.”
“I guess we both feel guilty. But there's no changing the past, unfortunately. But at least I got my daughter out of it. That I’ll never regret.” Asher hummed at that, “Yeah, she’s a great kid.”
“And I'm sure you made friends at that resistance camp.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Maybe I can meet them someday?”
“Yeah...” Asher said, eyes heavy from the warmth and comfort of having Montanha there with him. Which brought all his defenses down, as sleep was quickly washing over him like a gentle wave.
“Asher?”
Asher hummed.
“I, I love... I'm glad that your here with me now.” Montanha said softly.
He was met with another soft hum from Asher, and he realized that Asher was more asleep than awake in this moment, so he just mumbled a soft, “Good night.” Before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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From the Ashes Chapter 3
Chapter 3:
I got another chapter done! I'm so excited for yall to read this one :3 I'm also happy to say that my new computer will get here next week! So i'll soon be able to do things digitally again~! Though I will say I do enjoy writing in a journal, so maybe I might keep doing that? I'll have to see what I do when my computer gets here haha. Anyways as always please support my Ao3 and I hope yall enjoy!
“Hey, need a hand with that?” Asher asked, startling Montanha a little as he knelt beside the oven in his kitchen, gas hose in hand. “Oh, sure. Do you know how to hook up propane to an oven?” he asked, Asher shrugged, “Oh yeah, I used to live in a trailer home, remember? My old man thought it was cheaper than paying for a mainline.” he joked. “Well, alright.” Montanha said as Asher joined him by his side.
It had only been a few days since Asher joined them up in their little cabin. Yet he already slotted into the group as if he’d always belonged. Still, it was a bit of an adjustment for Montanha, as long buried feelings started to rise from the grave, much like the undead.
Even now as they sat, side by side, Montanha was aware of his heat beside him and had to fight the urge to not just stare at him and admire all the ways he’s changed since he last saw him. Asher’s more well-defined jawline and those broad shoulders that hid under his loose shirt or even his hair which had grown longer in the last fourteen years. Montanha wanted to run his fingers through them in an intimate setting, gently feeling that soft copper hair between his fingers as he stared into those honey brown eyes.
Sitting back, Montanha yet again wrestled his rabid thoughts back down as he looked at him, “Ok, now that we got it connected on this side, I can get it hooked up outside. Could you stay inside to check the connection for leaks and test the burners once I get it hooked up?” Asher nodded and gave him a thumbs up as Montanha made his way outside.
He made quick work of hooking the tank up to the hose before testing out the hose for leaks with a bit of solution in a packet. When he found there to be no leaks, he looked up at the window above and shouted, “It’s good to go!”
“Gotcha!” came Asher’s voice distantly, silence followed before he responded again a few minutes later, “All good in here, mountain man!” Montanha smiled at that as he headed back inside, “Hey thanks for that. You definitely saved me a bit of time with this.”
“Hey, it’s no problem. If I'm going to be spending some time up here, then I need to contribute. Besides, I’m always happy to spend time with you.” Montanha felt himself flush at that, still he grinned at him.
“Man, it’s a shame you can’t get a bigger tank out here. If you could get one of them hundred- and twenty-gallon tanks up here, you could heat the whole house for a long time.”
“Damn you read my mind, Ash. I thought about doin’ that a couple of times. But I’d have to find a working truck big enough to haul that back up here. Plus, I may be strong, but I ain’t a hundred and somethin’ pounds of steel strong.” he joked. “Well, maybe we can try to do it together? I’m sure if you, me, and Rosie can put our heads together on this-”
Montanha’s face dropped as his eyes suddenly became hard, “That ain’t something a child needs to worry herself about.” Asher furrowed his brows in frustration as he stared back at him, “So then, do you just do everything on your own then?”
“It’s not that Rosie doesn’t help. She’s always been keen on pulling her weight. But there are certain tasks that I can’t ask her to do. And if you don’t like the way I’m raising my child-”
“I get it.” Asher said, cutting him off as the two of them stand there in tense silence.
“Who wants lunch? I’m starvin’...” Montanha said after a moment, turning away to start cooking, making it clear that the conversation was over. Asher just studied him in silence for a long moment before joining him in the kitchen.
Outside, Rosie crouched in the grass, journal in hand as her eyes studied something in the dirt, and she took small notes, “Hey there, Trapper.” Asher said as he crouched down beside her. Rosie raised her head to look at him, brow raised, “Trapper?”
“Yeah kid, you never been given a nickname before?”
“My dad calls me ‘Sprout’ sometimes, cause I’m his little sprouting flower, he said.”
“Heh, that sounds like him. Well, if it’s all the same to you, being caught in your trap left quite an impression on me. So, I think ‘Trapper’ is very fitting for you.” Rosie blushed in embarrassment as he joked, “I’m sorry for trapping you like that...”
“Don’t be! That was a pretty clever trap you made. Did you make that by yourself?” Rosie nodded, “Yeah, I saw a bear trap in a book, and I thought it’s design would make a good Creature trap.”
“Impressive. You’re quite smart for your age.” Rosie blushed again, this time feeling flattered rather than embarrassed. Her father had called her smart plenty of times before, but it felt different coming from Asher rather than from the usual source. “What are you studying out here, by the way? I’ve noticed you’ve been crouched here for a while.”
“Oh, um, I’m studying the ants.”
“The ants?”
Rosie hummed in the affirmative as she pointed out the small line of ants that passed in front of their shoes, as well as the nearby anthill that sat not too far from the line. “I’ve been studying their behavior and reading a couple of books. I got a theory about Creatures.”
“What’s your theory?”
“I believe that, based on what little I've learned from my dad and my few observations on them, that they might behave similar to ants or wasps.” She then pointed to the hill in front of them. “See, ants usually live in colonies with between a few dozen to a million individuals. The biggest part of the population being made up of the workers.”
She traced a line in the air of the ants as they headed to the hill. “You got all different kinds of worker ants, like the kinds that care for young or tend to the queen, but mostly you got scouts and foragers. They’re the ones who go out and find food for the colony, collecting it and bringing it back. I think Creatures might work similarly, and we’ve only just been seeing the scouts and the foragers. I mean, why else would they kill so often? If not to take it back home to their colony?”
Asher scratched his chin in thought about that, “That’s a pretty solid theory, Trapper. Course that means that if they work like ants, they probably have a queen of some sort and a home base where they all report back too.” Rosie pursed her lips, “Yeah, I just don’t have any evidence for it. That’s why it’s just a theory.” Asher smiled at that, “I bet your dad is proud to be raising such a capable young lady.”
Rosie blew air out softly through pursed lips, “What good does that make if I'm never leaving the mountain again?” Asher sighed as well, sitting down more comfortably in the grass, careful not to disturb the ants as he did so. “I think the best you can do right now is to try and meet him in the middle. Just try to help him in little ways. I know he’s upset, but it’s just because he cares. And hey, I promise I’ll try and talk to him about it, alright?”
Rosie nodded as she also sat alongside him, “Thanks.” Asher smiled as he started ruffling her hair, “No problem, Rosie.” she giggled as she pushed his hand away, “Hey you wanna see my wasps? I’ve been watching a small nest of them in those trees over there.” She said with a smile, pointing to the tree line. Asher looked a bit baffled by this but smiled warmly, “Sure.” he said as Rosie got to her feet and started leading him there.
Later that afternoon, Asher sat with Montanha at the dining room table as he placed a warm mug down in front of him, “Here. This is, uh, the only kind of hot beverage I got. It’s just wild mint. It’s not very good.” Montanha joked, making Asher chuckle, “I’ll take hot mint over nothin’.”
“So, what did you want to talk about?” Montanha asked as he sipped his tea. “I want to talk about what happened earlier today.” Putting down his mug, Montanha sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah. I’m sorry for how I’ve been actin’, I don’t mean to come off so cold. But when it comes to the subject of my daughter...”
“No, that’s alright. But I think in the time we’re living in, this kind of thinkin’ is more detrimental than you realize.” Montanha shrunk a bit at that, “Well, it’s like I said before. She’s just a little too young to be taking risks and learning that sorta stuff, yah know?”
“Sure, but she should at least know some of the basics, in case of an emergency, shouldn’t she?” he pressed. Montanha’s frown deepened as he gave him that stony look that Asher was starting to get accustomed to, “She’s got pepper spray, and more importantly, she’s got me to protect her.”
“You might not always be there, and while pepper spray will help against people, it’s just going to piss off a Creature.” Asher pointed out. Montanha’s grip tightened around his mug as he looked down, bangs shadowing his face a little, “I won’t ever leave her alone to fend for herself. I’ll never leave her alone, never.” he muttered, voice tense.
Asher’s face became soft and sympathetic, “Ain’t she alone when she’s locked up in this cabin while you go scavenging?” Montanha said nothing as his shoulders tensed, finger tapping on his mug as his face twisted into a look of anxiety, brows knitting together in thought. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned in these last fourteen years, it’s that there’s three responses to danger. Fight, flight, and freeze. We can’t let her be the kind to freeze, Montanha.”
“Then I'll teach her to run! I just- I can’t teach her how to fight, Ash!’ he said, looking up at him with terror filled eyes, ‘I don’t- I don’t think I have the strength to do it.” he confessed, looking small in that moment, despite his frame.
“... What if I did?”
His eyes drifted away from him again as he looked down and to the side, “I-I don’t know...” Asher reached for his hand, “I know you’re scared. But you can’t keep letting your fear get in her way.”
Montanha seemed to warm at his touch, his shoulders relaxing as he brought his eyes back up to him, managing to give him a small token of a smile, “Alright, but it’s for self-defense only. I don’t want her scavenging for a while yet.” Asher gave him a firm nod, “Self-defense, and then we’ll see after that, ok?” his lips pressed into a thin line, but he nodded in agreement. Asher gently squeezed his hands in turn, “I promise you; I’ll do my damnedest to train her.”
“Alright, I trust you.”
Asher smiled as he put a hand on Montanha's shoulder, "Thanks, mountain man." Montanha nodded as he did his best to swallow back to lump in his throat.
When evening came around the three sat together on the living room sofa, while Asher shared some stories, mostly about the misadventures he and Montanha got into. As he recounted all the funny things they used to do, the three of them would laugh, and Montanha would even share a story or two himself. As the evening went on, however, Rosie found herself starting to nod off, her eyes becoming heavy as she struggled to stay awake. Montanha noticed this and gave her a gentle look, “You gettin’ tired their kiddo?”
“No, I’m fine. I wanna hear more stories.” She mumbled despite her struggle. Montanha was unconvinced as he raised a brow, “No? Well, I guess you can stay up.”
“But you’re probably gonna be too tired for your first day of training then.” Asher added. This made Rosie perk up a little as she looked at him confused, “Training? What training?”
“Combat training. I’m gonna teach you some of the stuff I know, Trapper.” Rosie’s eyes go wide as she looked at him, before turning her head to look at her father, “It took some convincin’... But maybe now would be a good time for you to learn.” Montanha said, his smile small and nervous as he looked at her. Excited, Rosie tackled her father into a hug, “Thank you, dad! Thank you!” she said with barely contained excitement.
Montanha hugged her back, squeezing her gently, “This is for self-defense. Nothing more, alright?” He clarified, voice firm. “That’s fine! I’m going to do my best for you, dad!’ she cheered, still hugging him tight. A moment later, she let go and hopped off the couch, ‘I’m going to bed then! Night, dad! Night, Asher!”
“Alright, goodnight, Rosie.” With that, she bounded away, and Montanha watched her go with a small sigh and a smile before turning to Asher, “Can you do that more often? She hardly ever goes to bed early.” Asher laughed, “I’ll see what I can do.”
The room then settled into a comfortable silence as the two of them sat together. Montanha sinking comfortably into the sofa as Asher scooted up beside him, closing the gap between them. It made Montanha blush a bit as he resisted the urge to cuddle up to him, not wanting to ruin the comfortable moment.
Which is why he was a bit surprised when Asher rested his head on his shoulder and was the one to initiate as he seemed to cuddle up beside him. His cheeks still felt hot, but he smiled none the less as he let Asher lean against him and closed his eyes with a small, content sigh.
Eyes closed, he enjoyed the moment a while longer, before he started to think on his daughter, and her upcoming training, which made him start to deflate. Asher was able to pick up on this as he looked up at him, “You alright?”
“Y-Yeah, sorry. I’m just thinking about the training. I guess I’m still just, anxious, about it.” Montanha confessed, looking a little to the side. “... Are you worried about her ending up like our friend Rosie?” Montanha clenched his jaw a little as he began to pick at the seams of his jeans. He remained silent. Asher’s eyes softened a little as he put a hand on his knee, “Montanha… I know you said you’d tell me later, but it’s been almost a week. And I need to know. What happened with Rosie?”
A deep frown etched its way into his features as he turned his head down and a bit further away from Asher. He was almost hoping that if he remained silent, Asher would drop the subject. Asher didn’t relent as he placed his hand on Montanha’s shoulder, “Please, Montanha… She was my friend too.”
Montanha suddenly stood, pulling away from Asher, who looked at him with concern. “You wanna know what happened? I left her alone with a Creature, and it got her. It’s my fault she’s dead, Asher. She had trusted me, and I killed her.” he said, voice trembling as he fought back tears. He was met with stunned silence as Asher stared at him in shock, “Montanha...”
“I’m going to bed.” was all he said before walking away, leaving Asher alone.
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Creature Apocalypse Master Post
A Master Post, so peeps don't get confused on what order to read my fics! Hope yall find this helpful!
Early Years:
The Day the World Ended: 1
The Three Amigos(Meeting Asher on Ao3): 1
Early Years Shorts: 1
Like a Freight Train: 1
Unforgettable Days: 1
Transitional Time:
Changes: 1
Home is: 1
The Rose: 1
The Thorn: 1
Sprout: 1
Montanha' Pregnancy Shorts: 1
Where One Withers, Another Blooms: 1
The Later Years:
From the Ashes: 1, 2, 3, 4(wip)
NonCannon Shorts:
A Single Dad's Strife: 1
#creatures apocalypse#Montanha#rosie berry#daughter rosie#asher#mpreg#preg kink#tmpreg#my ocs#apocalypse#alien apocalypse#master post
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I uh.. may have started reading Montanha’s story backwards lol
Found the north fic first
Hey, that alright friend! If you're looking for the first fic in his story. You'll probably have better luck reading it on my Ao3, where I post things in canonical order. On there, if you go to the Creature Apocalypse Series section, it starts from the oldest and goes down in order of posting.
I could also make a master post of my stories if that helps as well.
#anyways hope that helps#I'l probably go ahead and make a masterpost#that way people have a easier time finding things!#ask#anon
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hey uh new type of ao3 spam comment just dropped. (I know it's spam because the fic they left this comment on . doesn't have chapters. lmfao). Report this kinda comment as spam and don't take it personally it is literally recycled bullshit
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I finished the second chapter! And just in time for Father's Day, lol. I think I'm figuring out a good writing flow with the notebook method, and I'm gradually regaining my creativity. Still, I did order a new computer and will get it at the end of the month, and I'm looking forward to working on my fics on the computer again :) Anyways, as always, please support my Ao3 and I hope yall enjoy!
From the Ashes Chapter 2
Chaper 2: Reunions
Waking up, Rosie found herself sitting in an empty room, with the only thing to accompany her being a few empty shelves and one or two dusty boxes. She also felt smaller now, younger, as she looked up at the only source of light, the one coming through the door. Standing in the light of the door was the silhouette of her father, “I’m sorry, Rosie. But it's just too dangerous.” He said gently. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew he was giving her those sad, far away eyes.
“But you promised!” Rosie cried, her heart breaking, her voice sounding small, as she reached out for him. His voice sounded as sad, and apologetic as it always did when he left her behind, as he began to shut the door, “I’m sorry. This is for your safety…”
Rosie got to her feet as she ran for him, heart racing as she kept reaching for him. Desperate to not be left behind. Not again. But she was unable to reach him in time, the room too big, and she too small, to stop him as he shut the door and once again, she was left in darkness. Alone.
Rosie awoke with a soft gasp, as she found herself back in the tent with her dad, who was gently snoring. It was still dark, though she didn’t know the time. Still this was probably her only chance, as she carefully pried herself from his grip.
Carefully and quietly, she slipped out of the tent. Zipping it up before grabbing her backpack and slipping it over her shoulders as she navigated her way out of the library and onto the city streets.
Everything was still dark as she turned a nearby corner and down the street, looking for a good spot. Once she found a suitable location, Rosie slipped her backpack off her shoulders, as she began reaching for something inside, before pulling out her secret weapon a moment later.
She called it the ‘Creature Trapper, and she’d designed it herself, on those days that her father left her alone in the cabin to go scavenging or hunting for deer. She’d based the design off of a bear trap, that her father had shown her onetime, but this one was larger, and instead of teeth, it had a bright orange net weaved between the two halves of the hoop. It was large enough to catch something about her own size, which had made it tricky to fit inside her pack, but she had managed to make it work, with a bit of finagling.
Opening the trap was a challenge, as it took her jamming her boot down on the release button a few times before it would finally open fully with a loud, metallic groan of protest. Once opened, she clicked it into place, before covering it haphazardly in the various old papers and leaves that littered the ground nearby, leaving a bit of orange exposed to avoid stepping on it herself. Happy with her set up, she retreated to a nearby abandoned car, one of the many that littered the streets, slipping inside.
Wedging herself down on the floor of the backseat, she knew that she would be able to hear the trap go off, it was now just a matter of waiting for something to trigger it. Buckling down, she got ready to wait it out. Though as soon as she got comfortable, her vision started to dim as she drifted off to sleep.
Rosie could clearly remember that night, about two years ago. She had been awoken by a nightmare, visions of demons still haunting her mind as she went looking for her dad. Approaching the door, she stopped when she was met with the gentle glow of lamp light, seen through the door that had been left open just a crack.
Curious, she looked through it, and she was greeted by the sight of her father. He sat alone on the side of his bed, a strange, shiny black brick in his hands. “If only I could see you one last time, hear you sing…” his voice cracked, as he handled the little black brick with the upmost care, as if it were something especially precious to him.
This was a side of her father that Rosie hadn’t seen before. She’d only ever saw him as this large, unstoppable force of nature. A gentle giant, who lifted her up high and held her when she was scared. He was a man who’d smile as bright as the sun, and who looked at her like she was the most important thing in the world.
Now she watched as he tried, unsuccessfully, to wipe the tears from his eyes, “God, I miss you, Rosie. It’s been so hard. I’m trying so hard to be a good father to my daughter… But I’m just so lost without you, I feel so alone.” He confessed, before fully breaking down. Burying his head in his hands, as he sobbed. Rosie didn’t stay to watch further. Simply turning around and silently padding back to her room, no longer concerned with the monsters in her dreams.
She was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of a loud, metallic ‘SNAP,’ followed by cussing. Popping her head up with a soft gasp, she quickly scrambled out of the car. The streets were now washed in the soft orange glow of early morning, as she approached her trap with caution.
Struggling inside her net, looked to be an adult man, pale skinned, with long copper-red hair that was shaggy and wild. He was currently trying to kick at the net in an attempt to widen one of the holes, but the net was proving to be too sturdy however, as it refused to give. And he was far too cramped inside the net, as he was slightly larger than Rosie. His light brown eyes were wild with fear as he looked up at Rosie on her approach.
“I can’t believe I got one.” She whispered in awe, looking down at the man. The man in the net gave her a hard stare, “Back off monster! Don’t think I can’t kill you from inside this net!” he growled, voice low and threatening. Rosie did back up a step at the threat, his harsh words scaring her a little. Still she did her best to swallow back her fear as she stepped closer. Reaching into her pack, she pulled out a journal, as she started to scribble down her notes.
Seeing this, the man stopped thrashing for a moment as he gave her a look, “Are you… Taking notes right now?”
Looking up from her journal, she nodded, “Um yeah? If I’m gonna experiment on you. I gotta do it properly.” A look of realization crossed his face, as he seemed to soften slightly, “You’re just a kid, aren’tcha?” exhaling through her nose, Rosie looked a bit annoyed, “Of course I am. You’re the Creature here.”
“… Who told you they were called Creatures?” he said as he stared at her. Rosie lifted a brow, “Uh, my dad?”
“Who’s your dad, kid?” he asked as he seemed to study her now. “I shouldn’t be talking to you. My dad said not to talk to strangers. That’s one of his big rules.”
“Your dad sounds like a smart man.”
“Yeah, he’s crazy smart. He’s the best dad in the world. Which is why I gotta figure out how to take you Creature’s down, so he can finally be happy.” She said, gripping her journal tightly. The man did his best to lean forward inside the cramped net, eyes still studying her, before suddenly widening as they land on Rosie’s necklace, “Hey kid, where did you get that-?”
His question was cut short, when both hear a man streaming, “ROSIE! ROSIE!!” the scream sounded desperate, as from around the corner, Montanha sprinted. His eyes were frantically searching and full of tears as he held his shotgun in his hands. As soon as he saw Rosie, he rushed towards her, coming up to her at a crazy speed before quickly pulling her in. He pulled her in so fast, it hurt, as he immediately squeezed her tightly as he started to sob, “I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!! I THOUGHT I-!”
“Y-You’re hurting me…” Rosie whimpered out. Instantly, Montanha loosened his grip, but still held her, “What were you thinking?? What were you thinking!! Do you know how scared I was when I-!” it was only then, that his eyes landed on the man in the net. Almost immediately, he leveled his shotgun to the man’s head. The man in the net paled as he raised is hands, “Wait-wait-wait! This is a big misunderstand- Montanha??”
Hearing the man say his name, Montanha paused as he took a moment to get a better look at him. He studied him for several seconds, before his eyes go wide in surprise, as recognition crossed his features. His face then hardened once again, as he pushed the barrel of his shotgun against the man’s temple, “If you are who I think you are. Prove it. Right now.”
The man lowered his hands a little as he tried to speak as calmly as he could, “When we were first getting to know each other, you told me that there was a certain image that you wanted to project. As someone who was big, strong and manly, someone people could rely on. Which is why it was hard for you to admit you were trans. You didn’t want that fact to change how I saw you.” He said, looking Montanha in the eyes.
“… It really is you.” Montanha said as he lowered his gun. Looking for the release button, he simply pressed on it with his boot as he popped it open with ease, before helping the man too his feet. “Dad?” Rosie asked, eyes wide in confusion. Montanha gave her a reassuring smile, “It’s ok sweetheart. This is a friend of mine. Asher.” Her eyes widen even more significantly, “Asher?? That’s the guy you told me about!”
“Yep, that’s me, a little battered and shaken up, but no worse for wear.” Asher joked a little, which elicited a small chuckle from Montanha. “Yeah, sorry about that, my emotions were high.” He joked, but then he seemed to remember why, as he turned to his daughter. He gave her a stern but pained expression, “What were you thinkin’?? Do you have any idea how scared I was when I woke up and you weren’t there?!”
Rosie lowered her head in guilt, “I-I thought I could catch something…”
“And then what? What if this had been a real Creature?? What would you have done?! This isn’t a game, Rosie! You could’ve-!” he stopped himself as he tried to take a calming breath, his body trembling as he did so. Rosie clutched her field journal to her chest as her eyes started to well up in tears, her own body trembling in turn.
Seeing this, Montanha’s expression shifted into something softer as he kneeled down to look her in the eye, “Oh Sprout, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I was just scared.”
“I know…”
“But what you did was reckless and I don’t think I can trust you for a while. So, I don’t want you leavin’ my side for the rest of the day, understand?”
“Ok…” she said, crestfallen. Montanha gave her a quick, reassuring hug, “I still love you, Sprout.”
“I know. I love you too, dad.” She said weakly, still caught up in her disappointment. He gave her one more gentle squeeze, before turning his attention back to Asher, who had been silently observing the interaction between them. “Sorry, this is probably not the most ideal reunion.” He said with a sheepish grin. Asher however, smiled warmly, “It’s good to see you again.”
Montanha returned to a standing position as his eyes seemed to light up, “Likewise, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see you again!”
“No kidding! Didn’t think I’d run into you while out looking for supplies.”
“Well I’m not in the least surprised you found yourself in yet another net. Do I gotta free yah from a trap every time we meet?” he joked with a smirk. Asher laughed that at, “Hey, how was I supposed to realize I was gonna be a part of some kid’s experiment? Speaking of which, holy shit! You have a kid! I guess I owe you a belated congrats on that.” Montanha’s smile becomes a bit lopsided as his eyes moved to the side, “Ah, thanks… Anyways, we were just about to head back up the mountains, we’ve got a cabin up there.”
Asher whistled, “A cabin huh? Only you could be so lucky.” This was met with an awkward laugh from Montanha as he physically cringed, “Yeah. Uh, but hey, did you want to come with us? I’d love to have you with me. Even if it’s for a little while.” He said, voice soft as he looked at him with a certain look of longing in his eyes.
“Of course, I mean as long as you’re ok with my dumbass hanging around.”
Montanha chuckled again, “I’d always want you…’ catching himself, he cleared his throat, ‘Anyways, if you want. We can help you pack up and we’ll show you to our cabin. We’ve got plenty of supplies to share.” Asher gave him an appreciative look, “As long as it’s no trouble.”
“Not at all. Now let’s get your stuff.”
Working together, the three of them were able to pack up Asher’s supplies, before doubling back for their own stuff. All the while, Rosie watched in bewilderment as her father became a completely different person.
Montanha had always been the type to smile around Rosie, as he tried to come off as a happy-go-lucky father, so as to not burden her with whatever weight he carried. But as he talked and joked with Asher, his smile was constantly touching his eyes, and the fact he was even laughing and joking at all was surprising. Just yesterday, he had been quiet and tense while they had been walking through the city together, needing her to hold his hand.
Stuff in tow, Montanha then led the two back up the mountain, walking ahead of them on the mountain path. As they climbed, Rosie saddled up next to their new, red-headed companion and looked at him with a big smile, “So you were friends with my dad, huh? Asher smiled back, “Yeah, we’ve been friends for a long time. Has he not mentioned me before?”
“No, not really. I only just learned about you, yesterday. She replied truthfully, that answer seemed to sadden him, ‘But don’t feel bad! My dad just never likes talking about past stuff.” Asher raised a brow at that, “No?”
“Yeah, I barely even know anything about my godmother, even though I’m apparently named after her. All I know is that, something, happened to her. And because of that, I was told to never trust strangers and never help others.” Asher looked even more skeptical at this, “Never help others? That doesn’t sound much like him.”
“Really? He’s always told me the world was cold and cruel. That you can only help yourself.” Asher’s mouth formed a hard line as she said this, looking to Montanha who continued to walk ahead of the two of them.
“Do you know how to fight?” Rosie asked suddenly, shaking Asher’s thoughts, “Yeah, I can fight.”
“Are you good at it?”
“I like to think so.”
“Can you teach me?” Rosie asked, eyes full of hope as she looked up at him. “Teach you? Hasn’t your dad already done that?”
“No. He won’t teach me, he says I’m ‘too young!’” she complained. Asher’s brows furrowed in concern as he looked between her and Montanha, “Huh… Well I don’t know, kiddo. That’ll have to be a conversation for us all to have.”
“The answer is no. There is no need for further discussion.” Montanha said suddenly from in front of them, not looking back as he walked. “And don’t be bothering Asher about it anymore. Just because he's my friend, and he’s staying with us for a bit. Don’t mean you can circumvent me.”
“But dad-!”
“I said no.” he said firmly. Asher tilted his head at this, seeing that there was something clearly deeper going on. Rosie just sighed, “See? He’ll never let me learn how to fight. That and with how badly he freaked out when I went to test my trap. I’m probably never going to leave the cabin again.”
Asher merely gave her a small shrug, “You messed up sure, but kids do that. But your dad loves you anyways, and just wants what’s best for yah. Just give him some time to calm down, alright? Things change.” Rosie still seemed unsure, but nodded along.
The sun had begun to set by the time the cabin came into view, bathing it in the early evening glow. It was quiet a lovely cabin, modern in design and well maintained over the last almost decade and a half. There was even a beautiful garden in front, with large patches of various vegetables and fruit, with plenty of produce for a small family to enjoy. Asher was more than impressed as he looked around, “Wow, that’s a really nice cabin, actually. That’s really impressive, Mountain Man.”
Montanha chuckled at the old nickname, as he smiled, “Thanks, Wild Man.”
“Let’s go inside! I can show you around Asher!” Rosie said excitedly, as she beamed at him. “Sure kid, that sounds great.” With that, Rosie rushed ahead, excited to show her home off to someone new. Montanha watched her go with a small laugh, “Well we better go catch up.” Montanha said as he started to follow. “Hold on.” Asher said, as he grabbed Montanha by the elbow, stopping him, “Before we go in, I need to know. What happened to Rosie?”
“It was a Creature that got her.” He said flatly. There was a lot of weight behind his words as the air quickly became heavy. “Montanha-”
“I can tell you more about it later. Just not right now, ok?” he said, cutting him off. Asher looked almost shaken by this cold response, but he nodded with grim understanding. Montanha, no longer interested in talking further, pulled his arm away and trudged towards the house. Asher furrowed his brows at that, watching him walk ahead of him. But he soon followed behind.
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So I've been dealing with a lot of stuff, personal family stuff, and then my actual computer fucking breaking on me. So it's been a struggle and a half to get creative, but this next part in my story has been calling to me. So I litterally wrote everything down in a note book and then painstakingly retyped it up in a word app on my phone. Anyways I hope yall like this first chapter, and please support my Ao3
From the Ashes
Chaper 1: The City
“And you're sure this is what you want to do for your birthday?” Looking down at his daughter, Montanha watched as she adjusted the straps on her backpack. Her dark brown hair was done up in a tight braid and when she looked up at him with those dark brown eyes, he couldn’t help but think back to that day fourteen years ago, when he first gazed into those eyes and fell in love.
“Yes! You promised I could do whatever I wanted for my birthday.” She said, looking up at him. Montanha now regretted that promise he made, as he felt his anxiety spike a little, “I know, but if you’re feeling unsure at all, we can always stay here-”
“Dad. It’ll be fine. It’s not like it’s my first time in the city!”
“Yes, but it’s your first time scavenging. So let’s go over the rules one more time.”
“Don’t talk to strangers. Always be by your side. And if I ever lose you, run for the hills.” She recited with a practiced ease and an impatient sigh. “Good.’ he then crouched down to her level, ‘Don’t forget those rules, ok? It’s important. Never leave my side unless I’m telling you to hide, and if that does happen. Don’t wait for me. Just go back to the cabin when the coast is clear, alright?”
Rosie nodded, and Montanha smiled warmly as he put a hand on her cheek, “That’s my girl.” He then stood, slinging his pack over his shoulders and looking at her with a smile, “Let’s go, Sprout.”
It was late afternoon when the two of them made it down the mountain and reached their first checkpoint. A large store with building and gardening supplies. It was a grand building, a monolith, so wide open that Rosie could see clear from one side to the other. It filled her with an odd sense of foreboding, feeling exposed in this place. “It’s really big in here. People used to shop here?”
“Yep.” Montanha said simply as he grabbed some nearby seeds, putting them into the pockets of his pack. Rosie hummed, still unconvinced but made no arguments as they continued to collect seeds, rope, and lumber. Putting the lumber aside in a backroom to grab on the return trip.
Once the lumber was tucked away safely, Montanha turned to Rosie with a big grin as he led her down another aisle, “Do you wanna pick out a tent? We can do a little campin’ tonight!” Rosie grinned, the freckles on her cheeks popping as she excitedly cheered, “Yeah!”
“Great, let’s go pick out somethin’, birthday girl.” He declared brightly as he led her down the massive aisles.
Sure enough, there was an aisle that was dedicated to camping. There were chairs, small grills, rope, and other such odd assortments. Some items were even out on display, though they had long succumbed to the dust and neglect of time. The two of them spent some time looking at the many assortments of tents, looking at fading pictures on the dusty boxes. Until Rosie finally picked out a nice, sizeable tent that was meant for four to five people.
“That’s a good choice, your old man is gonna need the room, I’m big enough for two people on my own!” he joked with a hearty laugh, taking the box down from the tall shelf.
Rosie giggled, “You think I’ll be as tall as you, dad?” Montanha had always towered over her, his presence akin to that of an oak tree in her mind. At that question, Montanha gave her a wink, “Oh, no doubt. You’re already pretty tall for your age.”
“Am I?” She hardly even came to his shoulders. “Haha, yeah, Sprout, I’d say you're almost as tall as most grown men at this point, honey.”
She scrunched her nose at that. She certainly didn’t feel that tall. Still, she couldn’t argue with his point as she hadn’t personally met another human being outside her own father.
“You’d be surprised at how short people normally are. Some don’t even get taller than five-two. Fortunately, you’ve inherited my genes, it seems!” Again Montanha laughed at his own joke as he opened the box. Inside were some tarp as well as some folded metal polls that Montanha started to stuff into the accompanying duffle bag before slinging that over his shoulder with the rest of his supplies.
Once they finished their business here, it was time to move on to the rest of their trip and go into the big city. Rosie’s excitement was evident as she practically bounded forward, telling her dad to hurry as they approached the towering buildings.
He tried to share in her excitement, but his whole body felt tense as he kept his eyes on the swivel. “D-Don’t go too far, Rosie…” he said, voice trembling a bit. Rosie, hearing this, stopped to look back at him. Seeing his tension, she, without a word, came back to him and rejoined him at his side. She then took his hand in hers and held it. Montanha’s hand tightened automatically in response, but he seemed to relax a bit as he gave his daughter an appreciative smile. Rosie leaned against his arm in turn and gave him a small smile.
Scavenging in the city was different than when they were looting the hardware store. Less looking for specific items and gathering anything and everything that could be useful or edible. The latter being especially hard to come by more than most.
Still, they managed to find a few edible items, like flour, as well as more ammo for Montanha’s weapons. However, Montanha wanted to make a few things a priority during this trip, such as finding new clothes for Rosie. She’d been growing like a weed and was often in need of new things to wear. And while Montanha was usually the one who was in charge of replacing those items and he did his best to find nice things, he knew she would enjoy being able to pick her own clothes for once.
Grabbing clothes off the racks of the abandoned clothing store, Rosie reveled in this small taste of freedom. Going to a stack of folded t-shirts, she picked up a shirt with a circular emblem. Centered within the circle were the words ‘NASA’ in bold white letters. She admired the design with its white little stars and red curving lines before showing it to her dad, “Dad, look!”
Looking over at her, Montanha read the shirt and soon was chuckling, “Very nice honey. It’s very fitting for you, I think.” He mused, earning him a furrowed brow of confusion from his daughter. Seeing her expression, he chuckled again, “I’ll explain later.”
Rosie seemed to accept that answer for now as she went back to browsing. Packing away the NASA shirt alongside a few other clothes she liked.
Once they finished, Montanha had one more special spot for them to go. He took her to a modern, glass fronted building. With a flat, low-sloping roof and a dark metal siding. In front, there were a few large, eroded letters, most being so weather-beaten that they crumbled away and were unreadable. All that was left was the words ‘M Library.’
As the two stepped inside, Rosie’s eyes went wide. Shelves upon shelves of books lined the walls, the smell of old paper hanging heavy in the air. Alongside the dust that could be seen gently floating through the sunlight that filtered in from the vast walls of glass that made up the front. “That’s a lot of books…” she muttered in awe as she took in the space.
“Do you like it, Sprout?” Montanha asked, watching her take it all in with stars in her eyes. “It’s amazing!” she breathed, Montanha let out a soft laugh, “You know, back in the day, you could actually come here and take all these books home. At least, for a little while, you could.”
“That’s awesome.”
Seeing her excitement, he got an idea, “Why don’t you go grab a couple of books, and then meet me back at the front counter.”
Rosie didn’t need to be told twice as she disappeared between the shelves. Montanha’s smile was a bit strained as soon as she left his field of vision, but he reassured himself she would be fine, as he got to work on setting up his little surprise for her.
Quickly getting lost between the shelves, Rosie marveled at the seemingly endless miles of well-organized books. Paperbacks, hard covers, and magazines all lined the shelves. After some investigation, she quickly figured out that they were all arranged by the subject and author.
Navigating the subjects, Rosie was able to find the young adult section of books, which, being fourteen now, felt fitting for her. She was practically a full-fledged adult at this point. Browsing the books, however, revealed it to be mostly fiction, much to her disappointment, as she felt she was too grown up to be investing in fairytales.
Still, one book did catch her eye. It sat on a dusty shelf that advertised, ‘New YA Novels to Try!’ and featured a cover with a very pretty woman on it. She had black braided hair, pale as snow skin, and a dress of pink and blue that she didn’t recognize the style of. The background seemed to also have ocean-like theming and seemed to promise some sort of adventure for the woman. Wordlessly, she tucked the book away in her backpack, as if to hide her interest, before moving on.
Finding the science section next, she browsed the various subjects, finding this to be much more her speed as a self-proclaimed woman of science. There, she picked out various books on human anatomy, animal anatomy, cell science, and the science of experimentation. Clutching the heavy tombs in her arms, she decided to make her way back to the front counter.
Bringing back her books, she returned to the front, only to find Montanha standing behind it, “Dad? What are you doing?”
“Dad? Who is this ‘Dad’ you speak of? I am but a humble librarian. Are you here to check out, young lady?” he asked, putting on some sort of fancy sounding accent, which made Rosie giggle. Playing along with his antics, she placed her books on the counter, “I want these books please!”
“Excellent! Do you have a library card?” he asked, making her blink in confusion, “Um, no?”
“Well, would you like to apply for a card today, ma’am?”
“Sure.”
“Ok.’ He said, pulling out a sheet of paper, ‘just fill out this form here.” Rosie giggled again as she took the form and started to fill it out. For her address, she just wrote ‘The Mountains.’ She then filled out the name portion, only to pause when she saw there was a last name section on the form.
“Hey, dad? Do we have a last name?”
“Just skip that part, dear.” Montanha said, voice flat and full of an odd venom that made her feel uneasy. This was not a side to her father she’d ever seen, and it felt uncomfortable to her. Montanha, seeing her unease, softened as a look of guilt crossed his features, “… You can put in ‘Diaz’ as the last name, sweetheart.” He said after a moment.
“Ok…” she said, still a bit uncomfortable, unwilling to ask further as she worked to complete the rest of her form. By the time she finished, Montanha smiled as he attempted to lighten the mood again.
“Great! Everything looks to be in order. Let me file this away and get you your card.”
He then ducked behind the counter, and Rosie could hear him make various beeps and boops as he pretended to be on the computer. This helped to dispel her remaining unease, as she listened to her dad be a goof, making her smile.
He then popped back up, card in hand as he grinned wide at her. It was small and rectangular, with a semi-glossy finish. And when he turned it towards her, she could see it had her name on it. Scrawled on the dotted line in his best handwriting.
“Your library card, ma’am.” He said as he handed it over to her. Holding it in her hands, she felt a strange swell of pride. It was so shiny and new, and it was all hers. She held it carefully to her chest as she beamed up at her father, “Thanks, dad.”
“Of course, baby. Happy birthday.” He said tenderly, leaning forward to give her a kiss on the top of her head. He stayed like that for a long moment, holding her close, afraid to let go.
But eventually he did, looking down at her with a goofy smile, “now remember to bring those books and your card back next time you come to the library, alright?” Rosie laughed, “Ok, dad!”
“Attagirl.’ He said, tussling her hair, ‘Now, I got one more surprise for you, hon. Follow me.”
Montanha led her towards the back of the library, somewhere deep and away from all the windows. A more cozy and safe location. Once they reached the spot he was looking for, he shrugged off the duffle bag and started taking out the tent. “Surprise! We’re camping out in the library!”
“Whoa! Really??”
“Yeah, Sprout. Do you like it?”
“I do!” she cheered as she hugged him, Montanha smiled as he hugged her back, “I’m glad, hon. Now let me show you how to set up a tent.”
He then got to work setting things up while Rosie watched intently, “Ok, first things first, we wanna lay out this ground cloth. Then you’ll wanna unfold these tent poles like so.” He then unfolds the poles by snapping his wrists and flourishing them out in a show-offy fashion that made Rosie gasp with awe. Montanha winked with a grin, “And then we insert the tent poles through the holes to build the frame.”
He continued to show Rosie the steps as he lifted up the tent and inserted the poles. Once the frame was put together, Montanha used a few books to hold it down, making a joke about not wanting the wind to blow it away, making Rosie laugh.
“Who taught you how to put a tent together, dad?” Rosie asked as she watched him finish up the tent. The question made Montanha pause as his brow furrowed a little, “You know. I think it was my old friend Asher who showed me.” He said after some thought.
She was surprised by this. Her father rarely talked about his past. The subject of her godmother was already something she struggled to get out of him at the best of times. So the fact there was a whole other person was news to her, “Asher?”
“Right, I don’t think I’ve mentioned him to you… He used to travel with me and your godmother, back in the day.”
“What was he like? Did he..?”
“No. At least, I hope not. No, he just left one day in search of his father, who managed to contact him. Asher was a good man. Smart, resourceful, and downright funny. He had a real good heart, and he was a good friend to me… I don’t know what happened after he left, but I like to think that he’s out there with his father… Happy.” A small smile was on his lips as he spoke. But there was a pain and longing in his eyes that Rosie could clearly see.
It pained her whenever she saw him get like this. His eyes far away as he seemed to go somewhere else. But she dare not speak or point it out. Lest he hid this from her, too.
A moment later, he seemed to snap out of his stupor and offered her a smile that didn’t meet his eyes. “How about we get some grub goin’, hm?”
Digging through his pack, he pulled out a small pan, as well as a can that he pealed the top of, before lighting it and producing a small flame that he placed under the pan. Heating up the veggies and meat that he had brought for them to eat. “Marshmallows would go great with these right now…” Montanha sighed as he stirred the food, as it slowly heated up.
“Are marshmallows those tubes of meat you told me about?”
“No love, that’s hotdogs. Marshmallows are the white pillowy things made of sugar.”
“Ohhh, those ones!”
“Yeah, sadly, those things are probably long gone by now. Last time I tried to snag a bag of those things, they were hard as rocks.’ Montanha then put an arm around Rosie, ‘Oh well. I don’t need any of that stuff. Not when I got a sweet girl like you, kiddo.” Rosie leaned her head against his shoulder as she smiled and closed her eyes.
“… Theirs one last thing I want to give you.” He said after a moment. He pulled away as he dug into the pockets of his deer hide jacket. Pulling something out and holding it in his fists, he looked at her, “Hold out your hands.”
Rosie held them out as he gently placed the item into her palms. When he removed his hand, she found a small neckless resting there. It had a yellow, fake gold chain, but a silver clip, and in the center sat a tiny rose that was blush pink, with two delicate pastel green leaves to accompany it.
“This was your godmother’s neckless.’ He explained, voice soft, ‘I’ve had this for a long time. Holding onto it until you were old enough. But now, I think you’re ready to have it.” Rosie looked up at him, and she could see tears in Montanha’s eyes, “Please, take good care of it for me.”
She gazed up at him for a long moment before bringing the necklace to her neck, clipping it on. The rose now sat on her collar bone, the blush pink complimenting her warm brown skin in a way that felt like it belonged there. Once she finished putting it on, she leaned forward and hugged her dad tightly, “I’ll take good care of it, I promise.” She murmured.
Montanha wrapped his arms around her in turn and squeezed her gently as he fought the urge to sob outright. Still, he couldn’t stop the tears fully as they slid quietly down his cheeks, “I love you, Rosie.”
The rest of the evening went by fast as they ate their meal. Montanha taking the opportunity to tell her his favorite scary stories. Some were the usual ghostly fanfare, but he also told his fair share of zombie stories. He always loved to tell her those in particular, which Rosie didn’t mind as she thought the idea of the dead coming back to life to be a bit silly.
After they finished their meal, Montanha snuffed out the small flame, packing everything back up before the two of them crawled into the tent to sleep. Rosie snuggled up close to her dad as he wrapped her up in his arms. His large frame always made her feel safe as he engulfed her. “Goodnight, Rosie. We leave for home first thing in the morning, ok?”
“OK. Night, dad.” Rosie said softly. Montanha hummed as he planted a kiss on her forehead, tucking his chin on the top of her head. As they laid there, Rosie noticed that he held her tighter than usual. Her eyes grew sad as he did so, frowning a little as she buried her face deeper into his chest and closed her eyes. She soon drifted off into a fitful slumber.
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The Sara Series
Alright, I'm trying something out for you all!
Remember when The Sara Series released, and there were exclusive stories only featured on Patreon? Around that time, I also offered a link to a doc with the entire Series on it.
Well, here's another opportunity to read the whole thing!
Now you can purchase the Series Collection on Patreon! It has all the exclusive stories plus art by XL-Coatrack and @doctorjackdaw!
As always, there's no pressure. The Series is -still- available for you to read for free here online. Think of this as a way to support me, like throwing me a tip, plus get some extra goodies.
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Really wanted to draw Jayce after having his babies.
Small AU lore rambles I guess je.
TINY BABIESSS AAAA
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idk if you're still doing requests but pregnant Gale and pregnant Astarion comparing bump sizes?
their bumps are kissing ͜uu
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Surprise Sibling - Patreon CYOA
Welcome to another Patreon CYOA! If you're unfamiliar, this story was written with help from my Patrons. At the end of each small piece of story, I'd share a poll with options of what might happen next. The winning vote would dictate how the story proceeded! This is a story idea that Beans and I played with together but never finished! I'm really excited to have the opportunity to continue this story with you all this time! Just a small note, Sara is supposed to be a senior in high school at this point, 18/19 years old, in the process of aging out of the system. The first part of the story has bits written by both myself and Beans! From the water break onward, it's all my writing, prompted by the results of the voting on Patreon.
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It had been an exciting afternoon. Just as she got home from school, Sara had found her Foster Mama, Miss Kayla, on the phone calling the doctor.
Sara had just had a feeling she was gonna have her baby super soon, and she'd been right! Sara immediately snuggled her and made sure she got some water, then sat with her until Mister James was ready to drive to the hospital. She waved bye, then went to fix a snack for the other foster kiddos. After snacks, she helped a couple of the littles with their homework, then sat at the dinner table to do her own, puzzling over some math problems while the other kiddos played in the livingroom. Why'd she even have to do this junk? Math was never her strong suit.
Pencil in her mouth, she tapped her fingers on the table, counting in her head.
Hearing the key in the lock, Sara perked up, looking over with her pencil held between her teeth. Were they back already? Did it honestly take that short of a time to have a baby?
In walked Mr James and Miss Kayla...and Miss Kayla still looked like she was smuggling a balloon under her dress. She looked tired and sweaty, with her forehead furrowed.
Jumping down from her chair, Sara padded over in her bare feet, fidgeting with her fingers. "What happened?"
"They sent us home...saying I'm not in labor yet. Nngh." Miss Kayla grumbled, smoothing a hand absently over Sara's hair. "Don't fret. Just...keep an eye on the littles for me, okay?"
"Yep, you got it." Sara murmured, looking up at Mister James, who gave her a wink and led his wife back to their little bedroom just off the kitchen.
Sara watched as Mr. James led Miss Kayla back to their bedroom, concern evident in her eyes. She knew that labor could be unpredictable and that things didn't always go as planned, but she could tell that Miss Kayla was uncomfortable and tired. Taking a deep breath, Sara turned back to the task at hand – looking after the other foster kids. She headed over to the living room where a couple of the younger children were playing with building blocks.
"Hey, guys," she said with a warm smile, crouching down to their level. "How about we build the tallest tower we've ever made? We can make it so tall that it reaches the ceiling!" The kids' eyes lit up with excitement, and they eagerly started stacking blocks on top of each other, their laughter filling the room.
Sara felt a sense of responsibility settle over her as she watched over them. She knew that even though she wasn't their biological sibling, she was still like an older sister to them – a role she took seriously.
As the evening continued, Sara kept the little ones entertained with games, stories, and some quiet coloring time. She got dinner ready once it was time, a simple meal that she knew the kids would enjoy. While she did dishes, she kept her ears open for any sounds from the bedroom, hoping that Miss Kayla would have an answer soon.
Once everyone was done, she popped a favorite tape in the VCR and made sure all the sleepy littles were watching together on the old couch with their blankets and favorite stuffies. Once the movie was good and started, Sara tiptoed toward the bedroom and slowly nudged the door open, poking her head inside.
What she saw was a bit startling, but it didn't make her scared. Miss Kayla was sitting on the edge of the bed, knees spread wide under her dress and her face bright red as she tried to control her breathing. Mr James sat next to her on the bed, holding her hand in one of his and looking through the baby book with his other hand. "It doesn't say anything about stalled labor, honey, I don't know what to-"
"Will you listen to me? My labor ain't stalled, this kid is coming. We need to go back to the hospital."
"I don't got enough gas to get us back and forth if they send us home again, Kayla."
Instead of a response, Miss Kayla leaned back on her free hand and groaned, crunching Mr James's fingers. He yelped, but didn't say a word, just tossed the book down and fitfully stroked her hair with his free hand.
Sara tilted her head. Why'd they send her home if she knew the baby was coming? Didn't they know how to listen? Suddenly, Miss Kayla gasped, and there was a gush of water from between her knees, soaking her dress and splashing onto the floor.
Right away, Sara's big heart kicked in, and she padded into the room, making sure to push the door closed behind her. Immediately, she moved over to her foster mother's side, careful to avoid stepping in the puddle on the floor, and smoothed her hair, giving her a one-armed hug that Miss Kayla gently leaned into.
"Hahhh. Ahhhh..." She panted, jaw slack, then pulled away from Sara, leaning back on one hand and peering around her belly at the spatter of fluid.
"Hang on, I'll get some towels..." Sara waved her hand at Mister James, who was sputtering in surprise both at the appearance of their foster daughter but also at his wife's water breaking.
"Holy shit, wait a minute, they said you weren't in labor!"
"I told you this baby was coming!!" Miss Kayla hollered at him, moaning through a halfhearted laugh and curling around her belly.
Sara quickly ducked into their bathroom and grabbed as many towels as she could carry (probably a little overkill). Running back into the room, she plopped them onto the bed, then grabbed a couple of the ones with holes and tossed them onto the floor, stepping on the edges to help sop up the fluid.
"Do we need to call an ambulance?" She asked in a soft tone, one that showed a bit more age than was on her calendar.
Mister James looked at her as if re-realizing she was in the room, then sighed, pushing his hair out of his face with his free hand. "I'm guessing so."
"Do you want me to call? I can." Sara met his eyes, jaw set, and Mister James gave her a nod, a small smile flickering on his face.
"Just bring me the phone, Sar-bear. I got it. Check on the littles while you grab it."
"Mm." Sara nodded and gave him a small smile that she hoped was reassuring as she started to move away.
She was two steps from the door when the next noise made her stop in her tracks, her eyes widening.
Miss Kayla gave a grunt, like she was trying to move a piece of furniture. Her breath hitched in her throat, then she groaned and leaned back, the old mattress and bedframe creaking.
"J-James...James, this baby is coming out."
Sara didn't have much time to think. Heart pounding in her chest, she turned and jogged out of the room, darting into the kitchen to grab their cordless phone.
On her way back to the bedroom, she skidded to a stop in the livingroom, peeking at the kiddos on the couch. The two littles were asleep, but the bigger kids were still awake, the biggest little, Jamie, looking at her with a confused expression on his face.
Sara gave him a crooked smile, then quickly moved to his side and smoothed his hair. "Hey. Miss Kayla and Mister James need my help right now, okay? I'm putting you in charge. When this movie's over, put on another one. You can stay up as late as you want, just keep quiet, and if you hear any weird noises from in their room, don't get scared. I think their baby's coming."
Little Jamie looked up at her with huge eyes, then nodded, their jaw setting in determination and a mischievous glint in their eye. The prospect of two movies in a row and staying up late was enough to win them over.
"Okay Sara."
They snuggled back into the couch, blanket in their lap, and Sara nodded before darting back to the bedroom. That would have to do.
Phone in hand, held in front of her like a prize, Sara darted back into the room and shut the door behind her. She flailed the phone at Mister James, starting to say his name before fully stopping and realizing what was happening.
Mister James had shifted to sit behind his wife, hands gripping her shoulders like he was trying to keep Miss Kayla from falling apart. In front of him, still sitting on the edge of the bed, Miss Kayla was curled around her belly, face scrunched up and brow furrowed. She was making that noise again, like she was moving a piece of furniture or trying to pick up something heavy.
"Nnn-...Ghah!" She cried out and let out her breath, and one hand grasped weakly at her dress as she leaned back against Mister James's chest.
"Don't push, honey, don't-" He started, almost immediately being interrupted by Miss Kayla.
"I can't help it!" Miss Kayla gasped, raking the fingers of her other hand through her hair. "This baby is coming!"
Sara's heart hammered in her chest. She'd only taken the usual Health classes in school. To be fair, while everyone else had shuddered and made comments and noises of disgust during the unit where they had to watch footage of a baby being born, Sara hadn't seen what all the fuss was about. It was a normal part of life, wasn't it? People did this all the time, every day.
But this was Miss Kayla, not a lady she didn't know, and this was happening right in front of her, not in a video projected on the whiteboard.
Swallowing her fear, Sara quickly approached the bed and squatted down next to the couple, resting her free hand on Miss Kayla's forearm. "Let me help. How can I help?"
Miss Kayla turned her arm over and grasped onto Sara's hand with a vice grip. Forehead beaded with sweat and a determined look in her eye, the woman shifted a little bit, then grabbed at her dress with her free hand.
"Help me...get this dress up, sweet thing."
"Mm." Sara nodded and shifted forward onto her knees, using her free hand to help her foster mother pull her dress hem up and onto her thighs. Miss Kayla leaned back hard against her husband, hand tucking underneath the swell of her belly and holding her dress there.
Phone forgotten in her lap, Sara tried not to peek at first, keeping her eyes on Miss Kayla's belly and face. However, the next panted words out of her foster mother's mouth made her jaw drop in surprise.
"Okay. Sar-bear. I need you...to take a peek and...and tell me what you see."
Sara stared up at Miss Kayla with eyes as big as dinner plates. "Huh??"
"You heard me." Miss Kayla furrowed her brow and playfully scowled down at Sara. "Don't argue with the pregnant lady."
Swallowing hard, Sara slowly lowered her eyes and peered beneath Miss Kayla's round belly. As she did so, Miss Kayla closed her eyes and leaned back against Mister James, shifting her hips forward a little bit.
The first thing Sara noticed was that Miss Kayla wasn't wearing any underwear. Which she guessed made sense, if they were going to the hospital to have a baby, she'd want to be ready. Or, she thought to herself, maybe she'd taken them off before Sara had come in to see what was going on. At any rate...nothing was obscuring her view. Her cheeks reddened, but she shoved those thoughts and the embarrassment to the back of her mind. There were other, more important things to think about right now.
At first, Sara wasn't sure what she was supposed to be looking for. But then, as Miss Kayla took a big inhale and her belly tensed and changed shape, Sara saw it. A bulge, and a small trickle of fluid. Miss Kayla groaned, and the bulge got bigger, a small opening revealing itself with just a bit of skin poking through.
"Oh! I see...I see the baby's head! Miss Kayla, I can see the baby!" Sara cried out in joy, scooting forward. She squeezed her foster mother's hand and rested her other hand on her thigh.
"Mmh!" Miss Kayla grunted, then nodded, her eyes fluttering open. "Good. Mkay. I need you to...to keep eyes on us. Mkay?"
"I'm not going anywhere!" Sara beamed up at her foster mother in excitement, and Miss Kayla nodded before closing her eyes again and letting her head flop back against her husband's shoulder.
Taking in a deep breath, she gave another small push, belly pulsing, and Sara watched in amazement as the bulge grew, then retreated again.
Sara watched with huge, amazed eyes as Miss Kayla pushed, pushed, and pushed again, until her contraction was spent. Her foster mother panted for breath and rested back against Mister James, her eyes fluttering closed.
Leaning down a little, Sara took another peek underneath her belly, between her spread legs. She couldn't see the top of the baby's head anymore, but the way Miss Kayla was bulging, she could guess that the baby was right there still.
Thinking quickly, mind whirring, Sara leaned on the bed and scrambled to her feet, then ran into the small adjoined bathroom. She grabbed up a couple washcloths and got them wet, then ran back out into the room. She thrust one at Mister James, whispering. "Here. For her face."
The two smiled at each other as Mister James took the cloth from her. Sara paused a moment to watch him wipe her face, then she tossed the other rag down onto the makeshift mat of towels on the floor and turned, running out of the room into the kitchen. She grabbed a couple of waters out of the box beside their fridge, then paused to peek in on the kiddos on her way back to the bedroom.
Jaime was the only one still awake in the glow of the TV, still playing a movie. She gave a thumbs up, and the little one gave one back, grinning and pulling their blanket up to their chin. It didn't matter what else was going on, they got to stay up late and watch movies.
Sara quickly skidded back into the room and closed the door behind her. Kneeling down on the floor in front of Miss Kayla again, she tossed both of the waters onto the bed next to Mr. James, then resumed her position with her hand on Miss Kayla's thigh.
It was clear she'd made it back just in time, as Miss Kayla was beginning to breathe a little deeper and resettle herself, clear signs she was about to have another contraction. Or so Sara guessed.
Her prediction being correct, Sara watched in amazement as her foster mother almost immediately bore down again, curling around her belly and scrunching her nose. One of her feet raised up on the toes, the other knee pressing back as she made an effort to open.
Sara's jaw dropped a little as she watched the baby's head re-emerge, swelling forward and showing much more than it had before.
"...I can see them, Miss Kayla. I see 'em!" She whispered in excitement, her hand rubbing up and down her thigh in excitement. Before she could think about her motions, her other hand darted up and pressed lightly against Miss Kayla's bare stomach where it swelled from under her dress.
She could feel the power of the contraction, Miss Kayla's belly was hard as a rock. It was amazing, and it made Sara's heart swell in surprise. Surprise and pride, that she was here to witness this moment.
A smile flickered across Miss Kayla's face as she felt Sara's hand, and she dropped her jaw, letting out a soft groan of almost happiness as she pushed. "Ohhh! Ohhh, James, this baby is comin'..." She almost purred.
"Let 'em come." Mister James murmured, pressing his lips tight against his wife's temple and rubbing her upper arm firmly with his palm. "We're ready for em. Let 'em come, honey."
Miss Kayla moaned softly as she took a few more panting breaths, then she curled forward in another push, lifting one knee a bit toward her chest.
Sara could do nothing but watch in amazement as the baby's head began to stretch Miss Kayla open even further. She was right, this baby was really coming.
Her mind whirring with so many thoughts, Sara had no idea what to do. Her heart was pounding, but with excitement instead of fear. This was nothing short of incredible, and she felt almost honored to be a part of it.
Without letting herself overthink, she slid both hands up to rest on Miss Kayla's belly, helping her hold her dress up. "You got it, you got it!" She cheered, stroking the warm, taut skin of the lower curve of her belly with one thumb.
Feeling that Sara had hold of her dress, Miss Kayla let go and leaned back harder against Mr James, hands resting against the bed on either side of her hips. With a sharp grunt, she released her push, then immediately inhaled and settled into another, eyes scrunched shut and a soft groan reverberating in her chest.
Sara watched in awe, hands cradling her foster mother's belly, as the baby surged forward and crowned. Miss Kayla's hips flinched, and she let go of her push with a whimper.
"Ahh! Hahh-"
"It's alright! It's alright Miss Kayla, I can see the whole top of their little noggin! They have so much hair! Dark, like yours!" Sara quickly ran her hand in a big, soothing circle around her belly, looking up at Miss Kayla and then back down at the emerging baby. "A couple more pushes just like that and they should be here."
Miss Kayla tried to calm herself, humming on each exhale and turning her face into Mr. James's neck. Her husband smoothed her hair and breathed along with her, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear as they rested.
Sara stared at the top of the baby's head. She didn't know where all those soft words were coming from, how she knew what to say. She kind of figured she could say just about anything pleasant at this point and it would be accepted. Biting her lip, she stroked first one hand in a big circle around her tense belly, then the other, hoping it was soothing to Miss Kayla.
"Ohhh. Ohhh-" Miss Kayla moaned urgently, then she was pushing again, curling around her belly and lifting one foot up on her tiptoes as she shoved her legs apart. She slid one shaking hand between her legs and cupped the stretching tissue, fingers spread around the bulging head.
Sara watched, jaw dropped, as the baby's head dramatically swelled forward.
Miss Kayla's deep grunt as she released her push jostled Sara out of her daze. Do something. She needed to do something. Thinking quickly, she grasped around her and grabbed one of the towels she'd retrieved, draping it over her lap and one hand.
"Okay. Okay, I'm ready, Miss Kayla. Pop that baby out, c'mon!" Sara cheered.
Miss Kayla didn't seem to hear her, face scrunched up and beet red as she curled around her belly to push. It didn't matter, really, Sara thought she probably just needed to know that she and Mr James were there. She seemed to be doing a good job on her own.
Who needs doctors? Sara thought to herself, a small smile flickering on her face as she held the towel up toward the emerging baby.
Fluid slowly escaped from around the head as it fully crowned, and Miss Kayla groaned quietly as she released her push, shaking fingers exploring the soft crown. "Oh...ohhhh my goodness..." She hummed, turning her head toward Mr James and then away again. "Ohhh, I'm havin' a baby..."
"Mhm." Mr James hummed, pressing a kiss to her cheek before leaning over a bit to try to peek. "Sara, honey, what can you see?" He asked his foster daughter, a tinge of nervousness in his voice.
Sara beamed up at him, then turned her attention back to her foster mother. "I see the entire top of the baby's head! A little bit of...of water, I guess, is coming out the sides...by the ears?" Leaning a little closer, she squinted, then sat back on her heels. "M-Miss Kayla? Do you, uhm. Do you want me to...to put my fingers on the side here? Like you've got yours?"
She felt nervous asking. Was this the right thing to do? Or should she stay hands off?
As she predicted, Miss Kayla shook her head, brow furrowing a little bit. "Mm-mm, no honey, don't touch. Don't...don't touch. I got it. Just be ready to help me catch 'em, okay?"
"Okay." Sara murmured, the reached up her free hand and rested it on Miss Kayla's belly again. "You're doing great."
"Thank you, sweetie. Mmm." Miss Kayla shifted her hips up, then back down, moving her feet further apart on the floor. "Ohhh. Okay. Okay."
Taking a deep breath, she curled around her belly again to push, closing her eyes. The baby surged forward, under Sara's watchful eyes.
Just as she opened her mouth to say she could see the baby's forehead, all of a sudden Miss Kayla cried out sharply and was moving. Before Sara could even react, her foster mother had rolled herself upright onto her feet and was standing, half-squatted, with one hand between her legs and the other resting on Sara's shoulder to hold herself up.
Miss Kayla was pushing, and hard. Sara barely had time to thrust out her hand before the baby's head fully popped free with a gush of fluid that splashed all over the floor, Sara's hand and arm, and the towel in her lap.
Thankfully, Sara's open mouth snapped closed rather quickly. The wave of surprise and disgust faded quickly away as she felt the baby's squishy head in her hand.
Swallowing hard, Sara leaned back and awkwardly peeked up at her foster mother. "Here. Here, gimme your hand. Baby's head's out."
Miss Kayla, panting hard, slowly looked down at Sara, then moved one hand from her knee and pressed shaking fingers between her legs. As soon as Sara felt her fingers over top of hers, she moved her hand back, letting Miss Kayla's hand replace her own on the baby's head.
"There. There's your baby!" Sara smiled huge, trying to wipe her hand off on the towel in her lap as casually as possible- only to find it was all but soaked with "baby juice" too. More was dripping from between Miss Kayla's legs, making little drops on the floor and the crumpled towels.
Resigning herself to her fate and holding the thought of a hot shower in the back of her mind, Sara quickly shook it off and looked around her for a towel that might be clean. Mister James and Miss Kayla were talking softly to each other while Miss Kayla tried to catch her breath, Mister James having scooted forward and laying a hand on his wife's lower back.
Finally finding a towel that had only gotten a light sprinkling, Sara grabbed it up and held it between both hands, readying herself back in position between Miss Kayla's thighs.
It wasn't long before her foster mother was pushing again, and Sara crinkled her nose as she leaned down, trying to see the emerging baby. There it was, bulging forward and then receding a little bit as the shoulders tried to turn. Miss Kayla groaned deeply, bending her knees and then straightening with each grunt of effort.
Unfortunately, with each bend of her knees, her belly bumped lightly against Sara's temple and cheek. It was all the young woman could do not to burst out laughing. This was not the time for that.
Holding her breath, Sara watched carefully as Miss Kayla pushed and pushed and puuuushed, then gasped as the baby's shoulders slipped free. "Whoa! They're almost out!! Catch 'em, Miss Kayla!"
"Nngh." Came a strained grunt from Miss Kayla as a response, and her hands didn't move.
So Sara did the only thing she could think of, and she stayed put, holding one hand underneath the baby's shoulders and the other hand cupping their squishy head.
"Push, Miss Kayla." Sara urged gently, her temple pressed against her foster mother's belly. "Baby's almost here. C'mon."
She couldn't see Mister James from where she was...there was a whole lot of belly in her way...but she could almost imagine the stunned look on his face, with just about a front-row seat to the entire show.
Miss Kayla took a couple deep breaths, then groaned, one hand darting down and resting on Sara's shoulder. The woman bent her knees and pushed, belly pressing against Sara's cheek.
With a splash and a coughing noise, Sara's sibling was finally born, and Sara caught her, half in a towel and half not. "Whoa!" She cried out, then laughed, carefully bringing the newborn down a little bit so she could try to bring her closer to her and to Miss Kayla's arms. "Baby's here! Baby's here!!"
Miss Kayla was immediately crying and reaching for her baby, and as soon as she took her from Sara and rested her on her chest, she stumbled back and sat down on the bed again, collapsing into Mister James's waiting arms.
Just as Sara thought, her foster father looked stunned, and he blinked down at the new baby now crying on his wife's chest like he had no idea what he was looking at. Miss Kayla dropped kisses all over the newborn girl's face, then looked up at Sara and tiredly beamed.
"Sweetheart, I think you'd better call the hospital now."
"Right! Yes! Okay!" Sara giggled, then hauled herself to her feet, grabbing up a towel from the floor and haphazardly drying off her hands and forearms before scrambling up the phone and finally dialing 911.
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The paramedics came after a short wait. The placenta hadn't come yet, but Sara had already gotten a clean bowl and tried to wash up the floor as much as possible. Miss Kayla and Mister James snuggled in bed with their new daughter, beaming up at the EMTs as peaceful as if they were having a picnic.
Sara got to watch as they helped Miss Kayla deliver the placenta (Miss Kayla had to squat over the bowl and some towels and push it out, which Sara had no idea about, but surprisingly she only found it a tiny bit gross and weird), then they cut the cord and wrapped the baby up before putting Miss Kayla on a stretcher with her and taking her out to get checked out.
On the way out the door, one of the EMTs patted Sara on the shoulder.
"Thanks for all your help. You ever think about being a doctor?"
Sara grinned up at him, her nose crinkling.
"I dunno! Maybe!"
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Harvest Day (Farmer AU Drabble)
((Based on an emoji prompt list I received from an anon on my old blog. The prompt happened to be so similar to a Farmer AU being brainstormed between @mittysins and I for our OCs, that I decided to make it a drabble set in that universe. This drabble will feature his OC, Newt, because he inhabits this AU alongside Fawn.))
Prompt: "🤰🏽 1️⃣ 🚜 🛑 👖" [Female, Singleton, Farm, Birth Denial, Clothing Birth]
Disclaimer: The birth denial in this fic is in no way sadistic or forceful. If that's what you're looking for, please move along. I do not write sadism.
TW: Mentions of parental death, themes of self-loathing.
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Fawn shivered as soon as she opened the kitchen door. She watched the clouds of her breath float through the screen door to meet the porch light shining overhead. The chunky black-and-white barn cat ran to the door and rubbed against her legs with a deep meow, thinking he was about to be let out.
"No, Moo," Fawn chided, nudging him away with her boot. "It's too cold out. You'd freeze your flops off."
Moo squinted up at her, as if questioning her authority. He sniffed the screen door, sneezed, and quietly padded back into the dark.
Fawn chuckled and slipped her heavy tin cloth jacket over the two flannel shirts she already had on. The zipper slowed to a crawl as she pulled it over the large curve of her belly. Although oversized, the jacket was clearly designed for men who didn't have to worry about getting pregnant.
With a grunt of effort, Fawn managed to zip herself up. She pulled on her work gloves, grabbed her thermos of black decaf coffee, and stepped outside. She would normally let the door slam shut behind her, but she'd gotten out of that habit ever since her farmhand had his baby. They were still asleep upstairs in the guest room, so Fawn made sure to lock the door behind her -- a new habit that started only after they'd come along.
Fawn stretched out her aching back one last time before waddling off in the direction of the barn. It was three in the morning, two hours earlier than she was used to starting her day, but she didn't have much of a choice. According to the forecast, she had about twenty-four hours to harvest every field before an early frost set in.
"Mmm," Fawn hummed at the back of her throat, pausing for a few seconds to press her hands into the splays of her hips as another contraction started.
She forced herself to keep walking, despite the pain starting to spread into her lower back. All night long, those damn cramps had been keeping her awake. Before that, they'd been annoying her the entire day; but it wasn't until they started ramping up around midnight that Fawn realized they weren't just Hicks this time. Labor hadn't taken her by surprise, her due date being just two days out, but it hadn't left her with a lot of energy for this emergency harvest.
Jesus Christ, this was going to be a long day.
After four hours of mucking stalls and hauling fresh hay into the barn for her livestock -- well, they were more pets than livestock -- Fawn made her way to the hanger shed. Climbing into the combine harvester was now an Olympic event, especially when a contraction came on so strong it made her legs cramp halfway up the ladder. When Fawn finally made it into the driver's seat, she let out a loud, frustrated sigh and rested her hands over the swell of her belly.
"Makin' this hard on me, huh?" she asked her baby. She sat up and threw the key into the ignition, turning on the behemoth of a machine with a roar of diesel. "Gotta try harder than that, kid. Your mama ain't a quitter. She's got work to do."
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As the sun was starting to rise over the horizon, Fawn was less than halfway through harvesting Field One, the sugar beets. Her gloves had the steering wheel in a vice grip as she pressed her back into the seat. She felt her belly cramping hard beneath the layers of flannel and cotton, the pain coiling down her legs and even into the back of her shoulders.
Puffs of white steam came from her mouth as she panted her way through the pain, her eyes focused only on the row of beets in front of her as she kept the machine steady on its path. One row at a time, that's what she had to focus on. Each row she finished, was one row saved from the frost. Just one row at a time.
Fawn puffed out the rest of her breath and slumped forward as her body relaxed and the pain faded. She had to keep going. There was no time to rest.
She twisted open the lid of her thermos and chugged the last of the coffee. If she couldn't rest, she had to keep her energy up. She'd been present in the room when her farmhand gave birth, and she knew she was gonna need as much energy as possible.
There was a short pause after Fawn sat the empty thermos back in the cupholder. Then, the horn of the combine blasted out a short 'HAUNK' as Fawn smashed her fist into the steering wheel.
"Goddamn it," she sobbed, her gloved hand covering her mouth. "Goddamn it."
She'd put herself in this situation, and she hated herself for it. Even after she saw the guts and gore of childbirth with her own eyes, that hadn't stopped her from going back to her regular haunt a month later:
The backwater farming town she'd called home all her life had the only bar available for miles, and it drew flies like a dead mule on the side of the highway. Drifters, hitchhikers, homeless folk, all flavors of traveler came through those doors; but the one Fawn was drawn to was the one that came around the most often: truckers. They were the perfect place to look when she was tipsy and needing something to play with.
The men of the open road were the easiest to persuade. Didn't matter if they had a missus back home or not, they spent days alone with nothing but their imaginations. All Fawn had to do was buy them a round of beer...or three, get just as wasted as they were, and they were more than happy to indulge in a pretty Southern redhead like herself. Those eighteen-wheelers had beds, after all.
Yeah, Fawn had been barebacking the barflies for years. She used to bring condoms with her. It didn't matter that she'd stopped buying them ever since her folks kicked the bucket. If the guy had one, then they'd use it. If not, well...the thrill of a handsome stranger pounding her raw made the grief go away for a while.
Besides, it was better than thinking about all the stress waiting for her back home.
She'd become an expert in winning Russian Roulette, dodging the bullet time and time again; but the one time she decided to let off some steam after her farmhand had to take his leave...and the bullet hit her square between the ovaries. She'd gone out to escape her responsibilities, and came home with a little extra responsibility under her belt.
Fawn let out a few more sobs into her glove -- as if anyone were around to hear her -- before drying her eyes on her sleeve and carrying on as normal. Yeah, she'd done this to herself...but there was nothing she could do about it now.
Nothing except get the job done.
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Fawn hit the brakes hard as she gripped the edges of the seat. The combine screeched like a banshee as it came to a sudden halt in the middle of Field Five, the cabbage patch.
"Shit!" Fawn cried, her teeth clenching hard enough to make her jaw hurt. The contraction kept clamping down around her middle, harder by the second. In response, Fawn's voice became higher and louder with each iteration of: "Shit! Shit! Shit! SHIT!"
And that was when the two-way radio crackled to life:
"Come in, Fawn. Come in. This is Newt at Home Base. Over."
Fawn glared at the radio nestled in her dashboard for a few seconds, then squeezed her eyes shut and snatched it up.
"Copy that, Newt. This is Fawn. I'm in the combine at Field Five. Over."
She'd told Newt, her farmhand, that he could sit out the harvest that year so he could care for his ten-month-old daughter. He'd been a hard worker since he showed up the year prior, three months pregnant with no one to turn to and nowhere to go. He was from up North, way up North. How he'd made it all the way to the deep South -- or why, for that matter -- she had no idea, especially when he had nothing but a joint and a five-dollar bill in his wallet when he showed up at her door looking for a job.
He was an odd little fella, but she liked that about him.
"Copy that. Just checking on you. Sophie woke up, so I'm making us breakfast. Want me to bring you something? Over."
"Gah!" Fawn practically yelled in relief when the contraction finally let up. She draped herself over the steering wheel, panting to catch her breath. Her free hand tried to massage the tight muscles of her belly through the layers of clothing, but it wasn't helping.
When she felt like she could breathe again, she clicked the radio on and brought it to her mouth:
"Negative on that, beanpole," she said, forehead still resting on the wheel. "I gotta get this finished 'fore nightfall. Just make enough for you and the gherkin. Over."
Fawn let up on the breaks, allowing the harvester to groan to a slow forward roll again.
"It's noon," Newt's voice crackled back at her. "There's time for you to eat." There was a pause, but he hadn't said 'over' so Fawn waited. "Don't push yourself out there. Over."
"I won't," Fawn said, her teeth clacking with how hard she annunciated the 't'. "Over."
Fawn slammed the radio back in its holster. She wasn't angry at Newt, she was angry at herself. He was just being the good friend he was. She'd gladly stop to eat if she could. Newt could make a damn good ham and cheese omelette, and in no other circumstance would she pass one of those up!
The baby stretched its feet deep inside her ribs, causing Fawn to wince. "Ah! Fuck, kid!" she hissed, both her hands flying to the upper curve of her belly in a useless attempt to fix the situation.
The wheel turned without her control and the harvester listed to the right. Fawn gasped as she felt her produce grinding under the massive tires.
"Shit!" She jerked the wheel back to the left, but she could see several feet of destroyed cabbage in her rearview mirror. She punched the dashboard, her knuckles exploding with pain that she was too angry to care about. "Goddamn it!"
Tears were stinging her eyes, but Fawn clenched her jaw and blinked them away. "I'm doin' this for you, kid!" she scolded her unborn. "I'm doin' this for all of you, 'kay? I can do this, you just gotta let me!"
Not too long ago, Fawn had only needed enough money from her harvests to support herself and her animals. It was stressful to do on her own, but it was doable. Now, she had two -- soon to be three -- other people to provide for. If this harvest failed...she wasn't sure where that money was going to come from.
Fawn almost hit the brakes again when another contraction snuck up on her. A sob came from her mouth as she clenched both hands around the wheel.
"I can do this," she whispered to herself. "I can fuckin' do this!"
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Fawn grabbed the radio as soon as she heard the static buzz of Newt coming on-air.
"I'm fine!" she insisted, ignoring two-way etiquette. "Just let me work!"
"No!" Newt shot back. "You've been out there all day. You haven't eaten, and that's not good for you. What's not good for you isn't good for the baby, either. Don't push yourself!"
"Ugh, please don't say 'push'," Fawn moaned, making sure the radio was off before she said it.
Despite the cold autumn air, her face was shining with sweat. In her mind's eye, she could see the wide mass of her baby's head inching its way through her cervix, and she was almost nauseous from the effort it took to hold it back.
She was in the middle of harvesting Field Ten, and she was hunched as far to the edge of her seat as she could be. The baby's head was causing a heavy pressure to nestle deep inside her hips, and it was now so low that it was painful to sit on. So, Fawn was driving at an awkward angle, with her hips angled off the seat as much as possible.
"Ohh, God..." Fawn whimpered as another contraction began, not too far off the heels of the last one. She had no choice but to slam the harvester in park so she could brace through it. She lifted herself off the seat as the pressure worsened, and she couldn't help but let out a loud groan.
Her labia throbbed with every beat of her heart, and she blew long breaths through pursed lips to distract herself from the nagging urge starting to build. She wanted to listen to what the pressure was telling her to do. She wanted to just give in and...
"Easy, girl. Easy," she reminded herself aloud, the words being carried on her drawn-out breaths. "Just don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it."
"Hello? Fawn? Are you there?" Newt asked over the radio. "Fawn, come in."
Out of reflex, Fawn took up the radio and clicked it on. "I'm here," she said, not caring how off her voice sounded.
She took a breath to say more, but her hand clamped hard around the radio as the contraction forced her baby ever lower into her hips. She felt the thin ring of her cervix giving way. The full mass of the head slipped into her birth canal with one forceful press of her womb, and Fawn could feel lower lips starting to bulge out from the weight now sitting behind them.
"Aughh, fuck!" a grunting yell left her throat, and she forced her thighs together as the pounding urge to push washed over her.
"Fawn?!" Newt's frantic voice crackled over the radio waves. "What's wrong?!"
Fawn threw her head back into the seat, unable to speak -- only able to pant and growl through the pain and pressure.
"Fawn!" Newt yelled over the radio, now sounding panicked. "Where. Are. You?!"
The contraction had mercy and uncoiled itself from around her limbs and torso. Finally able to speak, she brought the radio to her mouth:
"Field Ten. Baby's coming. Hurry." Fawn let her hand fall to the side as she rested, before lifting it again to conclude her message: "Over."
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Fawn dropped to her knees the second she reached the ground. The combine loomed over her, shading her from the white November sun. She'd turned it off, finally accepting her failure. There were still ten more fields left untouched, and they all would be worthless by the next morning.
She removed her work gloves with her teeth, letting them fall to the upturned soil of the field. She removed her jacket next, and the cold air met the wet flannel that was plastered to her back with sweat.
"Ughh!" Fawn braced her hands on her knees as another contraction wrung her insides, forcing everything down and out. "Don't push," she whispered to herself. "Don't push!"
It was hard. It was like holding her breath. Every muscle in her body was demanding this baby out, like air-starved lungs demanding air in. She could feel her lips bulging out with each millimeter the head dropped down -- the thick seam in the crotch of her maternity jeans becoming unbearably tight. Any attempt to close her legs was now out of the question.
Fawn tipped forward, her hips raising a bit further into the air as her hands dug into the cold soil. "Don't push," she repeated her mantra in her mind. "Don't push. Don't push. Just wait for Newt. Don't-!"
Gush! A hot rush of water ran down her inner thighs, soaking her jeans through. The urge to push became all-consuming.
"Shit!" Fawn growled, her eyes squeezing shut and her hands sinking further into the dirt as her body no longer gave her the option to hold back. Her hips sank closer to the ground as she bore down hard, not giving a single damn that she was in the middle of her field.
She lost any sense of time, her body going on auto-pilot and her mind falling into an almost-pleasant trance with the rhythm of her labor. Contraction, push. Contraction, push. Contraction, push.
Fawn could feel her lips bulging further against her jeans as the head descended, but it didn't feel like she was crowning yet. Newt had said the burn of crowning was horrific, that there was no other pain like it. There wasn't a burn -- just a deep, pulsating ache. At least that meant she could keep her pants on while she waited.
She was vaguely aware of the sound of an approaching engine, but it wasn't until she heard a pair of feet hit the ground nearby that she looked up to see Newt sprinting towards her, the tractor a few feet away.
"Hey, beanpole," she said with a hazy, far-away grin.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Newt cried, dropping to his knees beside her. "How long have you been like...oh, fuck, your water broke!"
"Mmm-hmm," Fawn nodded, gently rocking her hips while she rested between contractions. She blinked up at the tractor, noticing it was empty. "Where's the gherkin? You didn't leave her alone, did you?"
"Don't worry, Sophie's fine," Newt said, carefully wrapping his arms around Fawn to help her stand. "She's napping on the couch, and Moo's watching her."
"Moo can't watch anything besides his food bowl," Fawn said with a small laugh.
She held her breath as Newt helped her to her feet, but her fingernails dug deep into his arms as the weight of her baby came crashing down all at once. Fawn stood with her legs far apart, and leaned heavy into her smaller farmhand as another contraction was triggered by the shift in weight.
"Oh my God, and you're already pushing..." Newt stated, his voice small with fear. He'd been in her position before, and Fawn didn't need to announce it to him. He recognized her stance and the way her body was straining.
"Yep," Fawn said with a strained voice. She gripped onto Newt's arms and dipped into a slight squat as her focus went inward.
"Fawn, why?!" Newt cried, exasperated. He hooked his arms under her shoulders and allowed her to lean on him, despite his smaller frame. "Why the hell did you do this to yourself?!"
Fawn didn't answer. Her dirt-covered hands left smears on his jacket as she gripped him harder to push. Gravity sent her baby surging downward, and the realization that she wasn't going to leave that field without a baby dawned on her.
It wasn't a panic-inducing realization, like it should've been. Instead, it was rather peaceful. She had been fighting the flow of her labor for over a day. Finally letting it happen -- finally giving into her body's needs -- felt amazing, even if it hurt.
With a shudder, Fawn covered the bulging crotch of her jeans with her hand. She could feel a hard mass sitting just behind her skin, and gravity was pulling it closer to its exit. She knew it was go-time, even without seeing it for herself.
"Newt, help me outta these," she said, one hand tugging on her waistband and her other holding onto him for support. "It's comin' right now."
"Okay...okay..." he said, his voice shaking a little. He began helping her shimmy out of her pants, apparently having also accepted they weren't going back to the house.
Although Fawn wasn't fully aware of the world around her, she was aware of Newt slipping off his sherpa jacket and tossing it in the shade of the combine.
"Over here. Kneel on this," he said, easing her down over the discarded jacket.
The sherpa fabric was soft on her bare hands and knees, still warm from Newt's body heat. It was better than kneeling on the icy ground. The cold air still made her shiver when it blew against the dampness clinging to her legs, but her laboring body was enough of a furnace to make her sweat.
Fawn's arms trembled with her next push, her legs opening as far as they could go while still supporting her weight. She felt the fire ignite in her perineum as soon as the head started spreading it open, pulling her lips into a tight teardrop shape.
"Fuck, there's that burn!" Fawn growled as she caught her breath, before bowing her head to go in for another push.
Newt crouched at her side and rubbed his hands into her lower back, the same technique Fawn had done to help him through his own labor ten months prior.
"Yep, told you it would," he half-chuckled. "Gotta push through it, though. That's the only way to make it stop."
A small whimper came from Fawn's throat, but she nodded. "Alright..." she peered over her shoulder at him, her red curls falling over her face. "Keep doin' that. It helps."
"You got it," Newt said with an attempted grin. "I owe you one."
On her hands-and-knees, Fawn fought to bring her baby out for several more minutes. The head was large and stubborn, taking a while to open from the teardrop shape into a proper circular crown.
"That's it!" Newt praised, raising his voice as Fawn screeched from the worsening burn of crowning. "You're really starting to bring their head out, now."
"How did you make this look so easy?!" Fawn cried, a few tears collecting on her eyelashes as she squeezed her eyes shut again.
"It wasn't easy," Newt said.
"Yeah, bullshit! You're half my size, and you did this like it weren't nothin'!"
She'd sat there next to Newt during most of his labor, and he'd hardly made a sound as Sophia slipped out of him into the midwife's hands. Back then, she figured the pain was mostly bearable once it came to pushing. She'd been floored when he later told her how badly the crowning stage had hurt.
Speaking of.
"Uugh!" Fawn released a loud, gutteral scream as more of the head pressed out of her. "How far is it out?!" She dipped a hand between her legs to feel, but Newt grabbed her wrist before she could reach.
"Don't touch it! Your hands are covered in dirt," he warned. He dropped her hand and it fell limp to the jacket.
Fawn heard fabric rustling and she looked over to see Newt pulling off his shirt. Now dressed in only sweatpants and a binder, he carefully pulled her up into a half-squat and held his discarded shirt between her legs.
"Here," he said, guiding her hand to hold the shirt in place. "It's clean."
"You don't mind?" Fawn asked, bracing her free hand against his shoulder.
"Nope," he said, giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze. "Baby's more important than a shirt right now."
Fawn gratefully accepted her friend's support, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she grunted her way through the next big push. She felt the crown stretch wider under her hand, thankful the shirt was thin enough to allow her to feel her progress.
The shadow of the combine was several feet longer by the time Fawn managed to bring the head into a full crown. Her face was red and sweating profusely despite the chilly air. Newt's shirt was now soaked in blood and fluid as it covered Fawn's hand, the head of her baby half-born into it.
Fawn's foot pressed harder into the jacket below her, a low moan rattling in her lungs as another push moved the head out more. Her voice was hoarse, and her energy was dwindling -- the coffee had worn off and she'd had nothing to eat for a whole day. Newt was right, but she would let him gloat about it later.
"Mmm!" she hummed in a high-pitched moan, her forehead resting against Newt's shoulder. The widest part of the head made its way through, and her legs shook violently. "Gah-aughhh! Fuck, it burns!"
"I know. Just keep going," Newt urged her along. He might not have been able to see what was going on from his angle, but he could tell from the sounds she was making that she had to be close. "Gotta push through it, remember?"
"I am!"
Fawn's whole body trembled from effort, her breath hitching as she felt the baby's brow and eyes make their way through. She shifted her weight and brought her other hand down to cradle the head as she felt it felt it slip out up to the chin.
"Head's out..." she said with a deep, eternally relieved sigh.
The intense burn was gone for the time being, but Fawn suspected the hot liquid she felt seeping into the shirt was blood. She could find out later, her eyes were still closed with concentration. She adjusted her gentle hold on the head dangling beneath her, and she felt the features of a face through the fabric of the shirt.
Wait...that was her baby. That was her baby's face!
Fawn gasped, her eyes fluttering open as the reality of the situation met her like a brick to the face. "Oh my God, the head's out!"
"Yeah, I see that," Newt chuckled, tilting his head to see between her legs. "You got this, Fawn. If I could do this, you sure as hell can do this."
Fawn's breath came out hot and heavy as she waited for the signal to push. Never in a million years did she think she would become a mom like this: pushing out a total stranger's baby in the middle of her own crops. At least laboring in a field was something she was familiar with...even if it wasn't quite like this.
Her hips dipped down again as she felt the baby rotate towards her thigh, the movement triggering an incredibly strong urge to push.
"Ohh..." Fawn moaned into Newt's neck, keeping her voice low so her energy could go where it needed. She thought she felt him shiver.
Her lips stretched wide around an emerging shoulder, and her body locked up from the pain. Her jaw hung open in a silent scream, her lungs closed.
"Don't stop now!" Newt said, his hand petting Fawn's upper arm. "Keep going until they're out!"
Fawn's lungs opened just enough for her to let out a strangled: "Owww!" as the first shoulder peeled its way through.
A quick series of shallow pushes eased the second shoulder along until Fawn felt it starting to poke out. Then in one sudden, unexpected gush, her baby dropped into her hands.
"Holy...!" Fawn gasped as she lifted the tiny pale human up to her belly. "Holy shit!"
The newborn let out a wail loud enough to echo across the field. Steam wafted from its slick body, and Fawn held it against her body in an attempt to keep it away from the cold.
"Here, lemmie help." Newt said.
He helped Fawn nestle the baby beneath her two flannel shirts to keep it warm, until its tiny face was visible just under her collar. He assisted Fawn to her feet and onto the tractor a few steps away, leaving any discarded clothing items behind. Now that the baby was out, he had to get everyone home as quickly as possible.
Newt drove in the direction of the house at a blazing twenty-five miles per hour, while Fawn sat in the passenger seat in a daze. She blinked down at the puffy, squalling face peeking out from under her shirts. Everything felt numb.
"Congrats," Newt said with a nervous laugh. "She's a girl."
"She is?" Fawn asked, feeling detached from her body.
"She is."
"Oh. Didn't see."
Fawn cradled the curve of her daughter's body under her clothes, feeling her small legs wiggling against her softened belly. It was odd, feeling her kick from the outside.
"You're a 'lil butterball, ain't 'ya?" she asked the baby. "Got those big round cheeks."
Newt glanced over with a grin. "If Sophie was a six-pounder, I'd say your little girl's about a nine."
"She's a trucker's girl, that's for sure." It was supposed to be a joke, but Fawn couldn't muster the strength for sarcasm. Instead, the truth sank in: "And it's my fault she'll never know which one."
The pair was quiet for a while, with only the engine running between them.
"That's okay, though," Newt offered. "She has you."
"But I'm not ready!" Fawn cried, wanting to sob but too tired to do so. "I just lost half the harvest, Newt! How the hell am I gonna feed all of 'ya?!"
"Hey, don't worry about me and Sophie" Newt said. "Sophie's got plenty of baby mush, and I don't eat a lot anyway. We'll be fine."
"I chose to take 'ya in, so it's my job to provide for 'ya," Fawn said. She held tighter to her daughter as the tractor drove over a small bump. "I just...don't know how to do it alone. None of 'ya were part of the plan. Not at first, anyway."
God, what had she gotten herself into?
To her surprise, Newt began to laugh. "Haha! Fawn, you're looking at the king of 'not part of the plan'. You think I dreamed of hitchhiking my way down here while broke and knocked up? No. It just turned out that way, and it all turned out fine."
Newt pulled the tractor up to the house and jumped out to help Fawn in the door. Before she knew it, Fawn was relaxing with her baby in a warm bath. She carefully washed the blood and gunk from her daughter's skin and allowed the water to catch any excess fluids that leaked from her body in the aftermath of the birth.
Meanwhile, her farmhand was flitting in and out of the bathroom, setting out towels and clean clothes for both herself and the baby -- as well as taking out the trash bag that now held the afterbirth. He was such an amazing friend, and Fawn was embarrassed at how little she felt she deserved his kindness.
She hadn't said a word for almost an hour, silently mulling over what Newt had said.
"Hey, Newt?" she asked when he stopped by with a cup of iced water for her. "Do you really think I can do this on my own?"
Newt smiled down at her and the baby. "Honestly? No."
Fawn's heart sank.
"But!" Newt added quickly, "I can't do this 'baby' thing alone, either! I've always had you there for me. Now, I'm here for you, too."
Fawn returned his smile, lovingly stroking her daughter's soft dark hair. "Thanks, beanpole."
"Just, uh..." Newt rubbed the back of his neck. "Don't pull a stupid stunt like that again, okay?"
"I don't intend to do anything like that again. Don't you worry 'bout that," Fawn chuckled. "Cece here is more than enough for me."
"I feel you there," Newt laughed. "Sophie's my one-and-done, too."
Little did either of them know. On that failed harvest day, some little seeds had been sown on that small Southern farm -- seeds that would grow into something beautiful over the years. Seeds that would eventually become a family tree.
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Anonymous pink lady to make up for that last shit 😂
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