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dreamypqulson · 2 years

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— baby’s got trouble

request by @lanawinters-ily: need a fic with Misty taking care of pregnant Delia as mentioned in your recent fic!! like she struggles with morning sickness & exhaustion & dizziness but Misty is there to make her all better & fuss over baby / ft the healing mud from your fic <;33

pairing: cordelia goode x misty day

warnings: throwing up + dizziness

word count: 1900

Cordelia Goode; the strong supreme and woman whom everyone knows of could hardly even get out of bed, let alone walk. Cordelia had suffered a long eight months of feeling unwell both mentally and physically. Her emotions were all over the place to the point where she didn't even want to talk to her witches incase of going extremely hormonal on them.

She didn't want to get out of bed; the room would spin and her face would end up right back in the toilet. It was too much work anyways. Baby was taking a toll on her back. Her body felt too heavy to even stand up.

But even cuddled up in bed with her two loves; both her wife Misty and unborn baby girl, she still didn't get a break from any of the pain.

She felt so sick and her mouth kept watering, the ceiling kept spinning. She held her head and closed her eyes but to no avail. Her lover who held her tightly noticed the sudden increase in discomfort from Cordelia. She was great at reading her wife's emotions. They both were. It was like they shared a soul. Sometimes they both really think that they do.

Her arm that gently rested over Cordelia's protruding stomach came up to clutch her rosy cheeks instead with such care. Looking into her deep brown eyes with concern. Cordelia didn't like worrying Misty, but she could not bring herself to erase the look of unease on her face.

"Are you feeling dizzy again?" Misty asked. It certainly wasn't the first time that this had happened. And Cordelia just nodded because she was afraid that it would only make her start gagging if she spoke. Cordelia's lower lip trembled and a tear rolled down her face. "Okay, alrigh. Let me get ya some of that healing mud, baby. It's okay."

She made sure to kiss Cordelia's forehead before getting up and leaving. She knew that could make her feel better. Mentally, at least.

She was back in no time. She didn't want to leave Cordelia alone in this state. Or at all. Misty had become quite a hovering person ever since her wife and her created their sweet girl. Cordelia didn't mind much; she loved being around Misty, and she was loved and cared for.

Misty sat beside her wife who was laid on her back. This position was becoming uncomfortable for Cordelia but her muscles ached too much to move. And before Misty could even open the jar of mud, Cordelia felt the terrible feeling of bile rising in her throat.

"Misty," Cordelia said, hoarse and worrysome. Barley audible. "Misty, I don't feel good." The cajun knew that already, but with the way Cordelia said it, she was aware that it had an entirely different meaning right now.

Misty was quick into action and was already helping Cordelia up. That was the thing about Misty; she could be swift without harming Cordelia further. She was always so gentle.

The room spun and it only made Cordelia feel worse, but Misty practically carried her wife into their bathroom. She could hardly walk, but with Misty's strong arms around her body, it was easier than it could've been. Although pregnant, she was no match for Misty. The cajun spent hours and hours of hard labor back at her swamp growing the muscles she uses now for her lover.

She sat next to Cordelia on the floor. As soon as the toilet seat was opened, she immediately began to gag and release all of her pregnancy cravings from her stomach into the bowl.

Misty placed lingering kisses against her wife's sore back. It was the only thing she could do to comfort Cordelia in the moment. She wished she had the power to take it all away.

When Cordelia was finally done with what didn't last long, she rested her weak body back against Misty. The cajun placed her hand on Cordelia's stomach and rubbed it in small circles. She could feel their baby girl fluttering beneath the supremes flesh. There had been countless of nights that Misty would sit up with Cordelia when baby would just not stop kicking.

"Sunshine, do ya feel any better?" Misty asked and she leaned down to kiss Cordelia's forehead. Due to her supremacy, Misty had never seen her wife so sick before she was pregnant. It was entirely different for the both of them but Misty was nevertheless there for her.

"A little bit. My heads still pounding and sore back. This little peanut won't quit it today," Cordelia smiled and looked up at her wife all while placing her hand atop of Misty's. She was feeling awful but she couldn't help but still feel fortunate knowing the reason and outcome for all of this.

Misty took this as a sign that everything is okay and she could smile right back. She still worried about Cordelia and her baby girl constantly. She just wanted them to be safe and healthy always. "Ya givin mommy trouble already, tiny love? Too bad that ya already too cute to punish."

Misty felt a warm tear -multiple warm tears- fall on her hand, sniffles following. Cordelia was already an emotional person which Misty found very cute. The pregnancy had only enhanced that by a million, making her exceedingly hormonal.

Misty was well aware of the reason Cordelia was crying. She didn’t even have to ask at this point. Simply, she leaned down and kissed her wife’s rosy lips, salty from the warm tears rolling down Cordelia’s face. “I love you,” Goode mumbled right against Misty and, god, she knew that she made the right choice with this one.

“I love ya with everything in me,” Misty said back. Cordelia would’ve cried more. Was going to. But she was already so tired and she was running out of tears from all that she had shed in the past eight months. “So let’s get ya back in bed so I can make ya feel better.”

With the smile Misty wore, she wouldn’t deny any of her requests. She let the cajun help her back up on her feet. With each day, it was getting more difficult to do anything. But she wouldn’t give up. She loved her little family too much already.

Misty got her wife laid safely back into bed and sat beside her under the covers. It only made the pain worse on Cordelia’s back, only caused the room to spin again, but she knew that being back on the soft mattress again would help in the long run. Misty wouldn’t ever do anything to make Cordelia feel worse.

With Cordelia’s consent, she lifted up her wife’s sleep shirt, slowly and cautiously in thought of her tender breast’s. She got out her jar of mud and scooped some onto her fingers. Both of them typically wouldn’t use mud in their clean bed but it was the most comfortable option for Cordelia in this state.

She delicately rubbed some of the mud on the older woman’s rounded stomach to fewer the stretch marks that would later appear on her skin. Neither of them had a problem with stretch marks, scars, or absolutely anything that could possibly be an insecurity. But Cordelia was so incredibly insecure due to the emotional abuse from her mother all her life and she knew it would only mess with her head more. She already hated the stretch marks on her hips. Misty thought they were sexy and told her that, even kiss them anytime that they would show each other their love.

Cordelia slowly relaxed into the feeling of coolness on her stomach. Misty then moved her fingers up to the older woman’s chest so she could breathe in the calming scent for the nausea. Cordelia’s eyes fluttered shut. She was so tired that she nearly drifted off under Misty’s touch. She would never admit it, but she loved being taken care of.

Misty finished and she got up to wash the mud off of her hands. She got back in bed and kissed her drowsy lovers forehead. Cordelia wasn’t asleep but she was nearly reaching dreamland.

The younger woman laid back down with her wife. It was the middle of the day and they were laying here in bed. She wouldn’t wish it to be any other way.

“I love ya. Do ya know that,” Misty whispered somberly, “I love ya so much and i’m so proud of ya for carrying our baby girl.” The sweet cajun rested one hand on Cordelia’s lower stomach, away from the mud, and the other wrapped around her body to soothe her back with circular motions.

Don’t cry. Don’t do it, Cordelia. Cordelia began to cry again anyways. Misty was just so sweet and after all the trouble she had before her supremacy to conceive, it felt nice to be appreciated. She finally felt like she was doing something right. For the first time in her life she knew that she took the right path.

Although her eyes were closed, the tears still managed to overflow through her eyelids. Misty wiped them away so Cordelia wouldn’t have to move anymore. “I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” kiss, “I love this little sunshine too.”

“I love this little sunshine too. She’s gonna be so cute just like her mommy.”

“Nu-uh,” Cordelia sleepily argued, “she’s gonna be cute like her mama. Big blonde curls and blue eyes.”

“Or silky blonde hair and big brown eyes. Imagine tryna tame those curls every mornin.”

Cordelia giggled and nuzzled her face closer into her wife’s chest. “The little curly pigtails, Mist! Little curly pigtails!” The supreme was certainly excited to dress her little girl up and do her hair. Everything she had always wanted her mother to do with her. When she was just a little girl, she had to learn how to do her own hair and realize that her purple shirt didn’t match with her green skirt. She never had her mother to help her with that stuff. But her own baby surely would.

“Okay, okay, curly pigtails sounds really darn cute,” Misty rested her head against Cordelia’s and laughed into her soft hair. The older woman then felt the baby kick again. Not uncomfortably. It was gentle; she was simply joining in on the conversation with her mothers.

“Seems like our little cutie really likes that idea.” Cordelia finally opened up her eyes to look up at her wife. Maybe Mallory never reset the timeline after she died, Cordelia thought. Maybe this was just heaven.

Misty rubbed her thumb against the skin of Cordelia’s lower stomach, Soon, baby, very soon you can have your little pigtails. Only one month of anticipation and sickness left.

Cordelia let out a yawn and rest her head back on Misty’s chest. She was okay. Everything was okay and right in her little world. She could go to sleep now knowing that she would wake up with the exact same smile. “Get some rest now, my two loves. I promise i’ll be here when you’s wake up,” and Cordelia felt safe enough, with just those words, to drift off. “Always,” Misty whispered again, although, Cordelia didn’t hear it. She knew it though. Always and forever.

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