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Heels and shove

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, violence, injury

Janis’ girlfriend of a year transfers to North Shore, catching the attention of many.

I tried my best anon, hahah. Enjoy:) I also couldn't think of a title lol.

“What are you looking at?” Damian asks.

“Today’s y/n’s first day at the school and I’m hoping she isn’t running late.”

“Why didn’t you guys come here together?”

“She woke up late and told me to come to school first.”

“Oh, no. Did she get enough sleep last night?”

“Why do you think she woke up late, Damian?” Janis asked him in return.

“Sorry.” Damian bit back a laugh.

Before Janis could respond to that, she spots you walking into the school. The sound of your boots hitting the floor with every step you took had the students look up and around to see where it was coming from. And when they realised it was an unfamiliar face, the buzzing began instantly, all of them wondering who on earth you were. Dressed a black lace long sleeve top underneath your tank top, you had on a matching mini skirt to along with your thigh high boots.

You head straight to Janis and Damian. “Hey, you made it.” Janis smirked an arm finding its way around your waist.

“Hey.” You gave her a small smile, then said hi to Damian.

“You’re attracting quite a bit of attention.” He says quietly.

“So?” You and Janis answered in sync before she presses a kiss to your lips.

“Oh, who do we have here?”

Regina. Of course. Of course she’d show up at this very second.

“None of your business, Regina.” You snarked, going along with her tone.

“Oh, my God!” Regina gasps, “Is this your girlfriend, Janis?”

“And that concerns you, how?” Janis shot her a look of annoyance. That feigned niceness. She was being hella sarcastic. Or maybe just bitchy, as usual. Whatever it was, you weren’t having it.

“Maybe you should get on your way.” You said, hoping she’d somehow get the hint.

Janis’ grip around you tightens. “Now we know who’s the top and who’s the bottom.” Regina smirked. Oh you wanted to punch that right off her face.

“Oh, you don’t know shit, you Plastic.” You scoff.

“Baby, just ignore her. She’s not worth any of your time.”

“Please, you were obsessed with me.”

“That’s not the compliment you think it is.” Janis laughs in disbelief, ready to lead you away, to your homeroom. The first bell rings.

“Saved by the bell. Let’s go.” Damian shoves the two of you past Regina and her little posse that’d just caught up.

Well, you ended up being in the same homeroom as Janis, Damian and Cady— Cady was nice, but you knew she infiltrated The Plastics for awhile and what that caused. So you were a little wary of her. Later that day in third period, you sat at your desk in trig when you saw that blonde walk in. Well, fuck.

She smirked at you. You were paying no attention to her, but she still managed to irritate you. She kept interrupting the class, talking to her friend. And seated right behind you too, so you could hear everything that they were saying very clearly. “I’m not afraid of you. If you continue to say anything about me or Janis, you’ll be so sorry.“

“I’ll be waiting, baby.”

“Do not call me that.” You replied harshly, focusing back on the lesson before the teacher could fault you for it.

And when that class was over, she still kept following you. “Regina, what are you even doing?” Gretchen— that’s who that was. “Why are you so interested in bothering them? Just to get a reaction? For what? G, that is so immature. We’ve just been through that whole Burn Book thing and you want to do that again?”

“Relax, guys. I was just joking,”

“Not funny. Piss off.” You stated, then quickly escaped, making your way to American Literature class.

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“You’re in the same trig class as Regina and Gretchen? Damn.” Damian’s eyes widen in shock for a moment.

“She’s really just doing so much for nothing. I don’t know what the fuck kind of ‘reaction’ she’s expecting but I’m just so pissed off at this point.” You huffed, getting out your notebook.

Okay, of course, this was your favourite class so far since you were with Damian and Janis. But then after that, you and Janis were separated again so you could go to AP History. But lunch, lunch was after that which was great because you were getting a little bit hungry. “Okay, class, I will see you all on Thursday. Class dism—” The bell interrupted Mr. Daniels, “Class dismissed.”

Gleefully, you exited the classroom while talking to the friend you’d just made, Elise. “No, I got transferred here because people at my old school decided it wasn’t right for me to retaliate after I got bullied.”

“That’s so rude of them.” Elise said back.

“I left voluntarily.” You added on.

“Go you.” Elise laughs, “What’s your next class?”

“I have lunch. I’m just about to go meet up with my girlfriend and our best friend. You?”

“Oh, I have gym.” She tells you, “I’ll see you again on Thursday though. Bye, y/n.”

“See you.” You waved then she departs, going in the direction opposite of yours.

And then the distinct sound of heels clacking against the school’s floors made you curse— almost aloud, she was coming up behind you. What did you do? Pretend you didn’t hear it, hear her. But you picked up your pace though.

“You.” She somehow caught up anyway. Those Louboutin heels appeared before your eyes.

“What?” You looked at her clearly displeased, feeling the anger within you bubbling up quickly thanks to the hunger.

“No wonder.” She chuckles, the sickening smirk forms again, “No wonder Janis rejected me.”

You scoffed.

“She likes the freaks.” She leaned in to whisper in your ear. You inhaled sharply, your fists balling up. You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket— that was definitely Damian or Janis trying to contact you. “And you’re one.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You snarled, “God forbid little rich girl, Regina George can’t get what she wants one time.”

The blonde stared daggers into your soul. She had the power to intimidate, she had the power over most of the student population to destroy them for life. Janis got a terrible reputation because of the girl before you, that only very recently died off. Not you though, the only thing you felt when you saw her face was anger. Anger for what she did to so many, but mainly anger for what she did to Janis. “Get the fuck out of my way or else I’d just—”

“Just what? Push me? Tell on me?”

The urge to punch her in the face was so incredibly strong, but you took a deep breath and sidestepped her and went on your way quickly.

“God, there you are.” Janis heaves a sigh of relief as you plopped your lunch tray down. “What happened? Is your stomach—”

“I’m fine. It’s not that.” You answered her fast.

“Then-”

Damian tilted his head towards some laughter, from Regina and her little posse. Janis’ brows were raised for a beat and she scoffs, “Lucky for her she didn’t get her jaw broken.”

“I don’t get why Gretchen keeps hanging out with her.” You said, “She was stopping Regina.”

“Gretchen is nice, so is Karen. But you know, they’re still scared of her because well, she’s who she is.” Damian shrugged.

“I mean they could just— stop hanging out with Regina?”

“No, honey, they think they need her. It’s too late. They’re too dependent.” Janis states, holding the Oatly bottle in her hand as she swirled it before taking a sip.

“Hi, freaks.” The blonde intentionally walked by.

“I have had it with you! Why is the school so afraid of you? So what if you’re rich? That doesn’t give you the right to control people for your own enjoyment.” You yelled, “Call me a freak. Whatever. I do not care about what you think. But keep their names out of your mouth or I'll make you regret everything you have ever uttered."

"You don't know her like we do." Damian agrees, "You'll be so damn sorry."

Regina smiled sarcastically, sitting down at her usual table. Karen immediately told her to apologise to you, but did she listen? Of course not. You stood up for yourself and those you care about when it was needed, she tormented everyone because she likes it. That was the difference, and a big one at that. "Okay, what the hell did she actually say to you?" Janis leaned closer to ask quietly.

"She started off by telling me how you rejected her. Like I didn't know that- we were already dating then." Janis snorted a laugh, "What, and then she called you a freak?"

"She's jealous, my loves." Damian laughs, "She's not used to this...not being able to get what she wants. And I am loving every second of it."

"Of course you are." Janis rolled her eyes.

"Okay, anyway— what's the deal with Cady?"

"That, is Regina's girl."

Your eyes nearly flew out of your head and thank God you weren't eating because you would've choked. "What? That sweet, nice girl is that bitch's girlfriend?"

"Eh, yeah. They're in love and she's the only one Regina even treats like a normal human. But y'know, even better. Because they're dating. So maybe this stupid shit she's saying is all for show, for the thrill. But still, girl I know you wanna kill her but please don't."

"I know, Damian. She's not worth it. I— am so angry right now." Someone threw something at your head. You reached behind the pulled a cheese fry out of your hair, immediately tossing it back before she could dodge. You hit her directly in the mouth. The students surrounding your tables laughed. Satisfied, you returned to eating then cleaned out your hair afterwards.

Regina didn't retaliate again. Until the last bell let out for the day. While you were waiting for Janis to be done with her gym class, someone just came up to you and slammed you against a locker. "Regina! What the hell?" Aaron yelled, "Are you okay?"

"I-"

"How dare you? No one messes with me." Regina continues, pushing Aaron away and lunging at you. She easily shoves you to the floor. You were caught by surprise, completely unable to defend yourself."

"Regina, it's you." Gretchen spoke up, "You have been messing with her all day and now you've really hurt her. I don't know why I'm so scared of you- she's right. You're the same age as me, as so many of us, why are we living like we need to bow down to you no matter what? What's the point?"

God, the pain. The pain in your wrist, it wasn't going away. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to help yourself back on your feet. "Regina George, you better stay where you are!" Janis came running, ready to tackle her to the ground. Again, Aaron stops it from happening. "Get off me! She hurt my girlfriend."

"And it's no use getting yourself in trouble over her." Aaron says. Karen and Gretchen helped you up, and you crying out in pain freaked them the hell out.

"Janis, let's go. Now." Damian glared at her, "She needs to go to the hospital."

Janis froze, stopping whatever she was planning on doing. "Fine."

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Snowed In? Step Up

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, mentions / descriptions of labour, delivery, blood, bodily fluids + unplanned, unassisted labour

In which unfavourable weather conditions led to Capri having to step up

“Why the fuck is a snow storm happening right now?” Capri curses.

“You’re telling me.” You seethed, blinking your tears away. Capri took a few deep breaths as she sat herself down beside you, “I’m sorry, I just— I’m worried and I’m…showing it terribly.”

Capri’s just left a message for your midwife, Julie to let her know that your contractions were regular. She could only hope that Julie would respond soon.

A home birth was in your plans. But not with no trained professionals around- that was like a nightmare to you. While you walked around the living room slowly, you heard Capri’s phone go off. “Capri, the roads are blocked right now.”

“Then how can I help her?” Capri’s eyes widened in momentary shock.

“Keep timing her contractions, keep her comfortable…relaxed. Make sure she eats if she feels like eating and stays hydrated. I’ll find a way to get there as soon as possible. My phone is charged so keep me updated and call back if you have questions.”

You were currently stopped at the kitchen island, your forearms keeping you propped up while you stood, a contraction courses through your body. Capri grabs your phone off the coffee table to input that occurrence on the app you had. “Baby, would you want to sit down…for a bit? You’ve been walking around awhile.” She walks up to you from behind, putting pressure onto your lower back since she remembers you mentioning that it was bothering you. You shrug and she just helped you back to the couch anyway, “I’ll get you something to drink, ‘kay? Iced water?”

“Okay.” You agreed, about to shift yourself into another position but were unsure which one so you were now kind of awkward lifting your ass off the couch, pushing yourself up with your palms. “God, it’s so uncomfortable.”

“I bet.” She looked at you, concerned, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just promise you won’t leave my side.” You took in a shaky breath. She rubs your arm comfortingly, assuring you that she would never. A contraction comes at this second, picking up in intensity just ever so slightly, but undoubtedly noticeable. You groaned, blindly reaching for something to squeeze in order to divert the pain. Capri’s hand quickly found its way to yours, “You got this, baby. You got this. Breathe, that’s it.”

Over the next few minutes, Capri has convinced you to get some sleep while it was still early in the process. Convince, because you were so uncomfortable you didn’t know what to do with yourself. But she eventually got you into bed and stayed right beside you while you closed your eyes and succumbed to sleep. You had to be lying on your left side, but you slept on the left side of the bed usually and Capri needed to see your face as it was a clear indicator of whether or not you were in pain. So, you were currently asleep on the right side so Capri could keep an eye on you while you rested with a crinkly absorbency sheet beneath you— which you were definitely annoyed by because of the noise it made and how it felt against your skin.

You fell asleep at just about a quarter after 12 in the afternoon, and when you woke up it was two hours later at the snow storm still showed no signs of letting up, igniting an intense sense of panic in you. But your train of thoughts were rudely interrupted by one of the most painful contractions that you'd had since it started about four hours ago. It rips through your body without a warning, eliciting a strained cry from your throat. "Capri, it hurts." You told her, flustered. "I know, honey. I'm sorry." She says while holding onto your hand. "No, call Julie." You sniffled, "Call Julie- my water just broke." You pulled the blanket off your body while Capri grabs her phone off the nightstand and dialled Julie's number while standing by the bed, fighting the urge to pace the room. "Okay, Capri, can I talk to y/n?" She requested. Capri puts her on speaker, and as if on cue, you were yelling in agony. "Capri, it sounds to me like she's going into transition stage."

"So what does that m—" Capri put the phone back to her ear.

"I need you to check her for me. Just give me an estimate, alright?"

"Babe, lie down." She instructed you while still having her phone held between her ear and shoulder, "Julie says I have to check you."

"You'll know when you see it, Capri."

"What?" Capri asks while sliding your shorts off, "Oh—"

"What?" You asked her, terrified.

"You're okay, baby." Capri promised, "Just got a little startled by the blood, I'm sorry."

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"Six?" Julie confirms.

"Yeah." "And her water's broken already?"

"Yeah, it just did right before I called."

"She's progressing faster than how a first time typically goes, but it's not uncommon." Julie assured, "She has to listen to her body and she will. If she feels like pushing later, just let her. But do not, rush it otherwise her risk of tearing will be high. Call back if things changes, I'm gonna go check outside and see if I can walk over there."

"Walk?"

"I live forty minutes away by foot." Julie confirms.

"Do you have what you need...?"

"I do, but I'll be alone. My assistant's an hour away by car and that's not happening. So, Capri, remember what I said, alright? I'll talk to you again later."

"Okay, alright. Thanks." Capri plugs her phone back in then quickly returned to your side.

"I heard her." You said, "We're gonna have to do this on our own, aren't we?"

"Julie said she's gonna try walking over—"

You shook your head vigorously, "This baby isn't gonna wait. Look at the pace of things— shit!" Standing by the window, you helplessly rested against Capri as she holds you in her embrace, moaning in pain as the contraction continues coursing its way through, "This one— is so- is so long." "You're alright, babe. I've got you, okay. I've got you." You felt like you'd blacked out after admitting that you and Capri were on your own, but then brought back into reality when you felt the trickling of fluids down your thigh. "Oh, my God- the water's still-"

"That's okay, sit down first, baby." She helps you back to the edge of the bed before going to grab a rag to clean up the floor. "Oh, my back. My back. Capri, my back." You called for her tearfully as you were crouched over in pain. She hurries over to you, abandoning the rag on the ground. Knowingly, she went behind you to put pressure on where it hurt in order to counter against it and give you the relief. "Better, babe?"

You hummed in response, giving her a vague yes before she got you to shift yourself some so she could be facing you, and sitting directly in front of you. The rapidly increasing pain was steadily rendering you speechless as you put all your energy into getting through them trying not to burst into tears. Minute after minute crept by, and right now Capri was checking you again. "Eight." She informs you. "Oh my fucking God." You mumbled. She got up, caressed your cheek and pressed a kiss to your lips. "We got this, okay? We're doing just fine right now, baby. You're so strong, my love."

"I did not want it to be like this, Capri." You admitted, finally in tears.

“I understand, baby. I would stop this freaking storm just for you if I could. But I’m right here with you, okay? I’m not gonna leave your side.”

“I know.” You sniffle, swallowing the painful lump in your throat. Unintentionally, you ended up bursting into tears from the most painful contraction. As always, Capri offered you her hand which you quickly squeezed onto, while apologising over and over for hurting her. “I’m alright, honey. Squeeze as hard as you need to.” She promised.

The same thing happens over and over again, throughout the next one hour before an entirely new type of pain occurs, an intense burning was felt, coupled with the feeling of the baby’s head making its way down. Still, you two were alone. About to become a family of three sooner than you knew, but alone. “I need— oh, God— I need to go on the floor.”

“y/n—” She says, but doesn’t stop you because she knew your instincts were kicking in and there was nothing more important than you meeting your own needs right now. So, she calls Julie to update her. And this time, the woman stays on the phone. Also while you relocated yourself onto the floor, Capri caught a glimpse of what was going on down there. “y/n, the head. That’s the head, baby.” Capri remarked quietly, in disbelief.

“I know, I feel it and it fucking burns.” You snapped, a sob getting caught in your throat. Capri moves herself to your upper half, running a comforting hand up and down your back.

“y/n, honey- feel free to push when you feel the next contraction, you hear? Listen to your body and just go for it.” Julie gave you the green light to do so, and you were so relieved because you could not hold it any longer.

“I can?” You gulped.

“Yes, y/n. Your body is ready, just trust it and do what it’s telling you to.” Julie confirms, “The snow seems to be slowing down so I’m gonna try and head to yours now, alright?”

“Okay.” You answered shakily.

“I’ll stay on the line though, don’t worry. You got this, y/n. Breathe and push.”

As if on cue, a contraction wraps around your lower body and you gave in to the urge. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.” Capri soothed, watching you closely, “Breathe, breathe. You need to breathe, okay, love?”

Fresh towels were within reach so Capri absolutely did not need to leave. So were a pair of scissors. But then your scream interrupted her train of thought. You were trying to reposition yourself again so she smoothly grabs two towels from the cupboard next to her and laid it down on the floor as you moved. You’ve decided to sit down, so she sat behind you to keep you steady.

“Did she move?”

“Yeah.” Capri answered.

“Okay, hold her legs back if you can.” Julie ordered.

“Okay.” Capri spoke as she carried out the task, holding a leg of yours back while you held the other one back yourself. You could barely catch a break as another wave of pain hit you barely two minutes later. As you pushed, Capri leaned over your shoulder to take a peek. “You’re doing great, baby. So great.” She praised. Though she hated that she was in charge of it since she couldn’t actually be with you and take care of you the way she’d hoped to. Despite that feeling, she knew she needed to step up. She had to- for your sake and the baby’s. There was no one else here to do that but her.

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Half an hour later, the doorbell rings. “Capri, it’s Julie.” “I’ll be right back.” Capri kisses your cheek and rushed outside to let Julie in. Seconds later, Capri bursts back into the room with Julie right behind her. “Okay, you’re doing perfectly, y/n. Keep at it, breathe. You’ve learnt this, honey.” Julie immediately got ready and was in front of you while Capri got back to where she was before. This whole process has been a chaotic mess, that went so fast you barely had time to process any of it. So now, your tears were out of pure fear. You were scared, and in pain and completely exposed to a stranger that you were supposed to comfortable with— you were, but you were just so aware of your own state because you were unmedicated, which again, was planned but it was wayyyy too late to regret your choice.

“y/n, the baby’s crowning, y/n.” Julie informs you, “Do you want to feel their hair?”

“What?” You asked confused— you could do that?

“Of course you can if you want to, that’s totally fine and up to you.” Julie confirms and you did, reaching down to feel that tuft of hair. It was a bit of a strange feeling, but it somehow kept you motivated.

“Okay, ow.” You moaned, grabbing onto Capri’s arm as you pushed through this wave of pain, “Ohhh, fuck. Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s fine, hun. Don’t worry.” The older woman smiled kindly, completely unfazed by the profanity use. “There we go, the head’s out. Just a few more pushes to get past the shoulders, hm?” Julie encouraged.

“We’re so close, baby. Come on.” Capri said softly into your ear. You leaned against her, absolutely spent. “Take a break if you need, don’t rush yourself.” Julie reminds you as you nod. “Can I drink some water?” You asked.

“Of course. I’ll go get you some.” Julie offered, “I’ll just be a second.”

While Julie was gone, you had to push again so you did, but not without a struggle, “Oh, my God!” You cried, “It hurt. That hurt so bad. Shit, I think I— I think I tore.”

“You’ll be okay, baby.” Capri plants a kiss onto your cheek, “You’re alright. That’s normal.”

Julie returned to the room right then, putting the cup with a straw right by your lip so you could drink. “Julie, I- oh, my God. Did I tear?”

She checked, “Just a tad, dearie. I’ll fix you right up later, okay? Don’t you worry about that. Capri, we’re at the shoulders now, would you like to catch your baby?”

“No.” Capri said decisively, “I promised I would stay right here with her.”

Julie nodded, getting herself ready to catch the baby. On your next push, the pain comes to a halt as you felt relief and your baby just sliding out. Julie quickly suctioned the baby’s mouth and rubbed her back, encouraging her to cry. And she did, thank goodness.

“It’s a girl?!” You realised.

“It’s a girl.” Julie confirmed, bundling up the baby in a towel then handed her to you.

“Oh, wow.” Capri gasped softly, “She’s quite a bit smaller than I thought. Hi, sweetie.”

“Damn, we were ready for a boy.” You laughed.

“Seems like the scan wasn’t right.” A smile forms on her face, “I’m so proud of you, my love.” She connects her lips with your own, sharing your first kiss as parents, “So fucking proud of you. You did it.”

Once the afterbirth was smoothly delivered, Julie gave the baby a thorough check and declared her to be in the pink of health. Returning the baby to you, Julie says, “y/n, I’m gonna give you a shot to numb the area so I can stitch you up, alright?”

You nodded, entirely focused on the fragile infant you held protectively in your arms. You felt the pinch of the needle, but nothing else after that. “Can you feel this?”

“I feel pressure, that’s it.”

“Okay, good.” Julie said back, beginning her task of stitching you up. Which you could feel the tugging of, but that was the end of it, luckily. Once that was done, she checked you over and assured you and Capri that you were perfectly okay. “Why am I so shaky now?” You asked, worried. “That’s likely the pain medication I had to give you.” Julie explained, “Capri just hold her- wrap your arms around hers to keep her steady for a bit. You can’t move yet because you can’t feel much of anything on your lower half, but we will move you back onto your bed soon, alright?”

“Okay.” You sniffed, stroking the baby’s cheek with your pinkie finger. “Hi, baby. Hi.”

“Why’s she so cute?” Capri swallowed her tears, “She’s the cutest newborn I’ve ever seen.”

“Congrats, you two.” Julie says while beginning to clean up the area.

“Thanks.” You and Capri told her in sync. After some time, Julie deemed it safe to move you back up so she did that with Capri after putting the baby in the bassinet. And how did they do that? The two of them lifted you off the floor like you weighed nothing, and honestly you were too tired to say anything at all so you just dozed off once your head hit the pillow. Capri stayed awake, answering questions and keeping an eye on the baby. She was very calm. “Have you ladies decided on a name yet?” Julie asked quietly.

“We have. Two of them, but I want y/n to agree to it, too. So is it okay if we wait?”

“Oh, of course. Take your time. I’m gonna go wash some things up then when she wakes up I’ll teach her how to nurse if she wishes to— and then we can help her with a shower.”

“Okay, thanks Julie.”

“No problem. Just doing my job, sweetheart. You did great as well, coaching her through so much of it. Want to consider a career change and join me?” Julie jokes to lighten the mood.

“I think I’m good, thanks.” Capri chuckles, glancing at you for a moment.

“She can expect the stitches to get sore over the next few hours, but you mentioned you have pain meds at home, yes?” Julie talked a little louder now that she and Capri had left the bedroom.

“Just OTC stuff. Will that be effective?”

“They will help, but it won’t completely take the pain away. Depending on how she feels, you can let her doctor know when necessary and she’ll write her a prescription for a stronger medication. But she may not need it because her tear’s a first degree one. Either way, like always, she knows to listen to her body. I know you’re worried about a lot of things right now and understandably so, but take it easy, you will learn with time.”

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You woke up just under an hour later, perhaps because someone walked into the room to check on you.

“Julie. Hi.” You gave her a crooked smile.

“How do you feel?”

“Weird. Like my insides are all jumbled up.” You admit with a laugh, taking a peek at the sleeping baby in the bassinet next to your bed.

“That’ll get better soon.” Julie tells you, “Do you want to try nursing her?”

“Sure.”

Julie helped you get her from the bassinet then she was handed to you carefully. “You got it?”

“Mhm.” You confirmed. lifting up your shirt while Julie was telling you. As the baby latched onto you, she automatically started to feed. “Does it hurt?”

“No?” You answered.

“That’s good, that means the position is good.” Julie said, “Your breasts might feel very full and painful in the next few days so feeding her regularly will help with that, as long as milk production. But your body will slowly adjust to only make what the baby needs. Warm compresses before feeding and icing them after words will give you relief.”

As Julie was walking you through everything, Capri’s come back into the room. “Hi, you’re awake.” “Hi, babe.” You smiled, eyes dropped slightly. You winced when you felt an uncomfortable sensation as she fed. “That just felt a little uncomfortable, but I’m alright.”

Julie nodded, “Good, she’ll nurse for about ten to fifteen minutes on each side then we’ll let her get back to sleep while you take your shower. Sound good?”

“Yeah, great.” You agree, “I feel disgusting.”

“I’m going to let the three of you have some time alone, but I’ll be back soon.” As Julie exits, Capri got herself settled beside you.

“Aw, look she’s opening her eyes.” Capri coos, watching her adoringly.

“Oh, her eyes are gorgeous.” You sniffled, “My God, why am I so emotional?”

“Go easy on yourself, you just gave birth. Those hormones are gonna take awhile to settle.” Capri brushes the hair out of your eyes. “Her lips look like yours.” She pointed out, “Look at that.”

“I won’t lie to you, this is such a strange feeling.” You revealed.

“I can tell.” Capri says nonchalantly, “Your not in pain are you?”

“Where?” You ask playfully, “Because my insides currently feel like their playing a game trying to fix themselves into position but the wrong ones. I can’t feel my lower half fully yet and she is tickling my nipples.”

“Sorry.” She giggles, leaning her head onto your shoulder briefly.

“Maybe we should think of a name.” You brought up.

“Sure. What do you have in mind?”

“Genevieve?”

Capri was surprised that she actually liked it immediately, “That’s nice. How about Imelda for a middle name? I uh, looked up some names while you were asleep and this means: all-consuming fight.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flicked at her for a moment while you carefully moved the baby and let her nurse on the other side. “Wow, that’s…okay, that is very on the nose…but I’m surprised you like it?”

“Hey, you surprise me and I surprise you. That seems to be an ongoing thing, baby.”

You raised your brows, as a way of agreeing with her statement, “That’s perfect.”

And so…

Genevieve Imelda y/l/n-Donahue. 6 pounds, 7oz. 18inches in height.

“She’s tiny.” Capri says. “I know, honey.” You laughed a little, pulling your shirt down again once Genevieve’s shown no interest of eating anymore. “You wanna hold her?” You ask.

“Yeah, of course.” Capri nodded eagerly and you slowly handed the sleepy baby to her.

“You sure caused your mother a great deal of pain today, baby.” Capri says while watching her open her eyes again, “Oh, but you’re so cute. y/n, she’s perfect.”

“Thank you for stepping up. I know things didn’t go the way we wanted it to, and it was hard…but I’m so happy.”

“Hey, I’ve got my girls with me now. I’m on cloud nine, my love. You fucking amaze me.”

“Language.” You chided joking.

“Ah, it’ll be awhile before she understands either of us even slightly.” Capri purses her lips together, trying to stop laughing. “I love you. So damn much.”

Capri just admired you and Genevieve with eyes full of love and pride. As unkempt as you may seemed, she’s never felt so much love and respect for you. She feels herself falling in love with you all over again, feeling like the luckiest person alive to have you to share her life with. Now, a new addition who she’ll protect with all that she’s got. “What? What’s wrong?” You asked her, feeling her gaze on you after awhile.

“I just love you so much. I can’t believe we finally have a baby of our own.”

#auli’i cravalho #capri donahue #darby and the dead #reader insert #x reader #female reader #lgbtqia #wlw #queer #wlw fanfic #pregnancy fic #sfw fic

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