#he is very much t*ts out and soaking wet

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dylan moore walks it off for the mariners!  —  BOS vs SEA  —  06.11.22

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I always imagine Daddy H sitting behind Y/N and holding her tight when she gives birth; at one point he sees her struggling towards the end and senses something is wrong and literally helps the baby out because his shoulder was stuck or whatever and quickly takes the baby and puts it on her chest (kourtney kardash literally dragged her own baby out 😭) while wrapping his arms from behind even tighter around her

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: childbirth

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for sending in this ask, I absolutely love it! My apologies if it’s totally off in terms of how actual child birth is as it was not my intention. I live for sweet little intimate blips in people’s lives, and I think this ask was a perfect one for me! As always, let me know what you think and what you want to see next. Take care and TPWK.

Harry loved the idea of a home birth. He loved the thought of welcoming his firstborn within the confines of his own warm walls. There’d be no paparazzi, no cameras desperate to sneak a peek at the three of them for click bait, no privacy violations. With a home birth, they were free to do as they pleased, to act as they pleased, to love as they pleased. It’s what Harry wanted in terms of how his first child should be brought into this world, kicking their red little legs and screaming with all of the might that their little lungs could give. It’s what they wanted

But this is not what Harry meant by a home birth.

Y/N had experienced tons of false contractions throughout her pregnancy, and only being in her eighth month with no complications whatsoever, she had believed that the ones she’d been having for the past several hours were nothing but that. False contractions. But she couldn’t have been more wrong. She was, in fact, in actual labor and had been for hours now without realizing, which had brought her to where she was right now: naked, screaming, and crying in her own bathtub with just enough water to cover her waist with Harry’s arms wrapped tightly around her as she mustered all of her rapidly declining strength that she could to push her tiny human out of her.

“Harry,” the voice on the other end of the phone that was perched on the lip of the tub spoke calmly, “How is she doing?”

“Not really sure how t’ answer that.” He responded through gritted teeth.

Their doula, the woman hired to coach the two of them through her pregnancy and then through childbirth was currently stuck in traffic over half of an hour away from the Styles residence, hence why she was currently giving them remote instructions on how to properly birth a child. The doula had insisted that Y/N refrain from pushing until the very last second to mitigate any complications that would occur without her presence, but baby Styles had other plans. Judging from what the doula would make out over Y/N’s screaming and Harry’s horrible attempts at explaining to her what was happening, she guessed the baby would be making it’s arrival any second now.

“Listen, if you’re in distress, you two need to just call for a lift to the hospital. I’m about twenty minutes away but if you don’t think you can handle it, then please take Y/N to a doctor.”

“I can’t get up,” Y/N cried, squeezing Harry’s biceps as hard as she possibly could when another contraction ripped through her abdomen.

Her hair was soaked with sweat and she felt like her chest and body were on fire. She had imagined for nine whole months about what it would feel like to birth hers and Harry’s child, but none of what she’d conjured up compared to the agony she was in right now. Even though she’d only been in the tub that Harry frantically ran for her via the doula’s instructions for 45 minutes, it might has well have been hours. The only thing that had been keeping her body from giving out completely on her was knowing that in the aftermath of all this pain, she’d be left with the beautiful baby that her and Harry had been growing in her tummy all this time. 

“‘ts ok, Y/N. We’re gonna be fine,” Harry brushed her matted hair off of her neck with his hand that was wet from the bathtub water where he had been holding her legs open. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it to a hospital,” he called out sternly to the phone.

He was trying his hardest not to panic for Y/N’s sake, but his voice still shook and his body still vibrated with anxiety every time their doula gave him another instruction or Y/N’s condition changed.

“Alright,” the doula answered, “I need you to check on Y/N for me and tell me if you can see the baby’s head crowning.”

As he got up to check on the progress of the baby from where he was sat behind her, she squeezed him once more, begging him not to move.

“Please don’t leave me, Harry.”

Harry felt his heart twinge at her words, though he knew what she really meant. He knew for a fact that he’d have bruises on his arms in the shape of Y/N’s fingers, but he also knew that no matter how he was feeling or what his condition as a pending father was, it didn’t come close to how Y/N was feeling. She was pushing a 6 pound (according to their last checkup) human out of her vagina with no medication and hardly any warning whatsoever. His bruises weren’t shit compared to the excrutiating state he knew she was in.

“‘M not goin’ anywhere, love. Just gotta check on the baby.”

When he leaned over briefly to get a good look at what laid between Y/N’s legs, his eyes widened enough to concern Y/N.

“What? Harry, what?!” she yelled through her teeth when he took longer than half of a second to reply.

“I can see the head,” Harry spoke loudly so that both Y/N and their doula could hear.

The corners of his mouth turned up just slightly at his first ever glance at what would be his firstborn. 

“That’s good. Harry?” the doula asked.

“Ye’?”

“I need you to sit at her feet and get ready to catch the baby when it comes out. Do you think you can do that?”

“‘f course,” Harry answered, though it made his palms twice sweaty upon realizing that he was actually going to have to birth this child on his own because it was clear now that their doula would not be making it on time to help him.

Y/N interrupted with another wrenching sob as she felt the urge to push once more with all of her might. This time, Harry actually saw the baby move further out of her and it stunned him.

“Did the baby move?” 

“Ye’. Head’s almost all of the way out,” Harry answered the woman’s question again.

“That’s great. You’re doing great. Y/N. You’re almost done. Once the head is out, it’s pretty much smooth sailing from there,” she reassured her as best as she could whilst nearly running red lights to get to their house.

Y/N nodded (as if the doula would have been able to see) as she readjusted herself in the tub now that Harry wasn’t behind her anymore. Her brows were permanently furrowed together and her chest would not stop heaving strained, troubled breaths, but Harry couldn’t have thought that she looked more beautiful. Clearly, he knew she was not feeling her best and is probably dead set on never letting Harry put his dick inside of her again if it leads to all of this, but it didn’t stop Harry from falling more in love with her right now than he ever had before.

Harry leaned over her swollen and stressed body to get closer to her face.

“You can do this, Y/N,” he muttered so that only she could hear, “Just give me a few more good pushes and they’ll be here. Then we’ll have our baby, yeah?”

She nodded through her tears, her hands moving to rest in his hair as he did the same to her.

“You’ve got t’ breathe for me. Deep breath in,” Harry followed along with her, filling his lungs with the muggy bathroom air as she did the same.

“Deep breath out,” he coached her through her breaths in the way that he learned in the one parenting class they tried out before ditching it entirely, having decided it was all just a way to scam people out of their money. 

Good thing he at least gave the class half of his attention so he was able to recall that much. 

“I love you,” Harry told Y/N as he pressed hip lips against her forehead before returning to his position in front of her open legs.

“I love you, too,” she squeezed Harry’s hands in response.

Something came over Harry in the following moments. He became possessed with the overwhelming urge to put his mind and soul into helping Y/N through this. He wanted to be there for her as much as humanly possible to help alleviate her qualms about whether or not their baby would make it here safely, to let her know that Y/N was going to make it out of the other side safely despite her worries that her body might give out.

It was as if everything in the world ceased to exist as Harry held her hands while she continued to push. He felt his bones grinding together from how hard she was squeezing them and his knees ached from being planted on the uncomfortable porcelain. Slowly but surely, Harry watched as the baby inched its way outside of Y/N’s body every time she let out a piercing scream and pushed as hard as she could . It was when he noticed a mere halt in the delivery that he began to think something might be wrong.

“I think.....I think the baby’s stuck?” Harry pondered aloud so that the doula could hear.

“What do you mean, Harry? Tell me what you see?”

He felt Y/N’s body tense up at his worrisome tone, but Harry shook his head at her to let her know that it didn’t mean that she needed to panic.

“I think...Think the shoulder’s caught maybe? The baby’s comin’ out at an angle it almost looks like. Haven’t moved at all in a few pushes.”

Harry had no idea what he was saying nor did he know if he was correct in the slightest, but he was almost certain that whatever was happening shouldn’t be.

“That happens. It’s nothing to worry about. You just have to reach in there and pull them yourselves sometimes. If you three can hang tight for me, I’ll be there in about ten minutes and then I can take over.”

Both Harry and Y/N felt their hearts flutter and exchanged knowing looks when their doula referred to them as a party of three. It was becoming a reality, there being only the two of them in the house anymore. Sure, the baby was only about thirty percent out of Y/N’s birth canal, but any second now they would all be meeting each other for the first time.

“I really feel like I can just-” Harry began to prod around the baby’s head, to which Y/N jerked backwards.

“Harry, please don’t. You heard her. She’s almost here. Let’s just wait.”

A fresh wave of tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. She sounded depleted and at her wit’s end, like she didn’t have much longer before she completely gave up. It made Harry even more determined to help.

“Do ye’ trust me?” Harry peered up at her through his own mussed hair.

Her eyes were closed and her head was facing the ceiling as if she was trying to channel her focus on anything but the pain she felt, but Harry still made out the faint nod that she gave him in response.

“Look at me, Y/N,” Harry demanded, rubbing circles on her thighs where his hands were planted. 

His voice trembled harder than it ever had before, but he was confident with what he was about to do next.

“I need ye’ to give me one, good push and I’m gonna pull the baby out. Can ye’ do that? Just one more.”

She was utterly exhausted, but she nodded at her lover once more. The couple braced themselves, counting down from three before Y/N pushed like she never had before. Harry then worked his fingers around the baby’s body and quite literally bumped their shoulder free so that he could pull them the rest of the way out of her. Y/N wailed at the sudden disturbance of Harry reaching his hand inside of her to help the baby out, but her cries were soon replaced by a different set of lungs.

Harry was in disbelief when he first heard the baby cry. It’s what pulled him from his state of shock and made him realize that, for the first time, he was holding his child in his arms. He moved quickly, placing the red-faced infant on Y/N’s chest so he could reach for the stack of towels he had laid out on the toilet seat. As gently and as quickly as he could, he found his way back behind Y/N so that she and the baby were laying against his chest. 

He held them close as all three of them cried, two of them tears of joy, the other tears of being removed from the comfort of their mother’s womb. Y/N and Harry couldn’t quit mumbling coos to their little one, in absolute awe of the tiny human that they created together. Harry did his best through his tears to clean some of the goop out of the baby’s eyes so that they could properly see the bub, still paying no attention to the mess in the tub that they were all sitting in. He had his family and that was all that mattered. That was all that would ever matter.

Amidst basking in the glory that was successfully delivering their own child and holding them close for the first time in nine long months, Y/N realized something.

“Wait,” she exhaled forcefully, clearly fighting exhaustion.

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

Harry’s chest rumbled with a short laugh, causing Y/N’s body to shift as well before he laid his head against her shoulder.

“Ye’ know what? I didn’t even look.”

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Chapter 17

Characters: Prince Liam and MC Lady Sexy

Rating:Mature content includes profanity, sexual content,talks about depression.

Word Count:4460

Disclaimer:All characters are property of Pixelberry except my OC Lady Saige. The use of these characters are for entertainment only and i am only borrowing them.

Summary:After a summer of a lifetime,Prince Liam thought he could have it all.He was carefree, free, and sharing time with the woman of his dreams.When life was easy, a balancing act between love and duty, he realizes his truths are lies, wrong is right, and decisions do have consequences. Lady Saige never imagined she would be one of his consequences.When an utter act horror throws her world into a tailspin.

Warning: This series contains subject matter of depression,pregnancy, violence, and sensitive sexual content.The story may trigger certain individuals. Please be advised. If you are reading this series you are acknowledging you are 18+.

A/N:Sorry for the long delay.Things have been hectic in my life for a bit.I had to take some time to focus on my health. Thanks for your understanding and support.

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It had been a week since the coronation and Liam and Saige were settling into life in the gilded cage of the palace.There was no room off limits with the exception of the bedroom, Liam was adamant that the space belong to he and his queen. The afternoon was dedicated to preparing King Liam for his trip .

“Love, you could always come with me to Italy. Francesco would love to spend time getting to know you better.`` Liam smiled.

Liam bent down to nuzzle Saige’s neck, she moaned, “At this rate, we will never finish getting you packed my king.”

Liam felt a shiver hearing his wife address him in that sensual tone, “what’s the point of being a monarch if you cannot dictate their schedule… I will always make time to take care of my queen.”

Saige playfully rolled her piercing blue eyes, “Liam… I have my doctors appointment in two days… we wouldn’t be back in time. I have to think of our little baby… including being a prompt mommy to them caring for their health… and mine.”, she gently kissed him on the cheek. “Next time? I promise I will be beside you.”she craned her neck up to stare into his eyes thoughtfully.

Liam leaned his forehead against Saige’s and closed his eyes, inhaling her scent.

“ As much as I want to have you there with me… I can’t argue with you thinking about our baby first. I love you for that… always being so considerate.”, he squeezed her tightly to his chest. Liam has taken the day to spend with his wife , preparing for his trip.

“Saige, I am going to call you every night before bed and we can share the events of our days.”he smirked, “then We can can make up for lost time as I repeatedly will make you mine … driving your pleasure over and over… hearing you moan and groan my name”, his eyes darkened with lust.

“Hey… down boy… we have to get you ready for work tomorrow and make sure you are punctual, present monarch. We would not like the Italians to believe that you are off your game.`` she laughed as she swatted his chest through his T-shirt.

“Love … we can ask Olivia to stay with you until I get home. Home to you and our baby… that’s where my mind will be”,he softly cupped her belly.

“Liam, Olivia has a life of her own… a home of her own… she has spent too much time babysitting me. We will be here surrounded by palace staff attending to our needs.I'm pretty sure I can manage a few days away from you.”, she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest. “ I will miss you, but this is the life we signed up for… together. I knew that I would have some nights away from you,she ghosted her fingers across his face.

“You are my downfall my queen… I’m not sure how I can spend a night away from ….you. I will be expecting a full report upon my return.`` he laughed. “I’m sure our baby will have exemplary marks from the doctor.The couple spent the remainder of the day sharing stories about expectations for the pregnancy, sharing dinner , and packing Liam’s bags.

Evening rolled into night… and the wee hours of the morning when a thunderstorm rolled in suddenly.Saige grasped at Liam as they laid in bed together… feeling a sense of uneasiness.Saige felt a little sweaty and stood from the bed , walking to the French doors of their bedroom overlooking the gardens down below. She opened the doors, inhaling the fragrances of roses, lilies,hydrangeas,orchids, and daisies floating through the air. She closed her eyes slowing the misty breeze to dance across her skin. She stood out on the balcony in a tank top and boy short pajamas.. barefoot feeling the cool concrete beneath her feet.

Liam crept up behind her wearing only a cotton pair of pajama bottoms. He ran his fingers through his bed head hair trying to tame it. His blonde hair refused to conform to his request. Saige leaned into him as she felt his arms wrap around her and his lips graze her ear lobe. Her hair began sticking to his bare chest from the dampness brought upon by the rain.

“Umm hmm… this feels amazing… it’s cool , but not cold, she whispered into the air.Liam turned he body to nestle her directly against his chest, when he reached down and led the edge of her tank top up over her head, smirking that sly smile as he tossed it on the floor of the balcony. He began kissing her lips as if his life depended on it. He licked and sucked her exposed skin around her ear and leading down her chest. “Now this… this feels amazing love,'' he growled as his lips took her erect pink bud into his warm mouth, flicking back and forth.

“Liam… god what are you doing to me?”she questioned looking up at him through hungry, lust blown eyes.

He grinned and leaned down, “if you have ask… I’m not doing it right.`` he chuckled as his wet fingertips made a path down her belly ..rubbing against her shorts, guiding them down her weakened thighs. He gripped her around the waist,tugging her thong apart at the seams.. growing impatient.He lifted her legs to to wrap around his waist. He ran his fingers through her wet folds… toying with her clit .

Saige’s head fell back from the overwhelming sensation overtaking her body. “Liam...oh god…”Her breathing became uneven and haunting as she started grinding against his waist … her body had a mind of it's own now… he was her compass leading the way . Liam growing erection pressed against her center through his bottoms… he too needed to spring free of his confines. “My queen… my Saige… oh how I need you….”, his lips found hers again , struggling to maintain composure.

She pulled at his pants.. desperately trying to feel his throbbing manhood … she pushed his bottoms down, but not enough to allow open access to … him .

“Your wish is command my queen “, his chest rose , fighting to contain his breath… wanting to take her… that very moment. “What do you want of me love?”, his darkened blue eyes found hers smoldering eyes… hoping for her to say what he feels in the intense moment.

She nipped at his neck as she held on… “I want all of you.. I need all of you my king”, her sensuality dripping off her lips. She was now soaked from the storm and from her desire to feel him.Liam held her up against him as he fought to get his pajama bottoms down and off . He was leading her inside to their marital bed, but she stopped him.

She shot him a look...shook her head...she gently sucked his lips… “no my king… I need you here and now. I want to feel in the storm as you have your way with me, she moaned as she felt two fingers inside her as his thumb pressed gently against her clit. He increased his pace as his fingers curled to play against her spot deep within, while continuing his pleasingly teasing of her clit. Saige lifted and lowered her hips on his hand, riding his hand as she felt a deep burning in her belly. She tingles all over, legs started to shake as she felt her climax was moments away.

Saige bucked her hips against his hand… pleading to feel him. Saige felt her center tightening like a dam about to break. “Liam watched the intensity grow in her eyes and across her face, “ baby, cum for me… I know you want to come undone for me.” Like an obedient woman.. she burst from ecstasy, her nectar ran down his hand… coating his fingers. “Liam… oh god Liam … I’m coming baby!”, she rode a boisterous groan from the sensation of his hand tugging at her spots.

Liam pulled back … looking on with lust blown eyes locked on her body as she felt her release. He stuttered, “yes?... do you?”, he trailed off kissing her fiercely.

Saige swallowed his words, agreeing with unspoken words… working through actions. Her slender fingers gripped his massive member growing stiffer under her touch. He quickly thrust inside her already slick folds ...she was still wet from her last release just moments ago.Liam groaned loudly as he felt her loving encasing his enormous prowess tightly. He allowed her time to adjust before he slowly slid deep into her wanting sex. Liam ground his hips against her as she lifted her hips to come down on his member. Saige rode the pleasure coursing through muscles and limbs. She knew how this beautiful man made her feel on so many levels.

“Fuck Saige… your so damn tight baby… fuck you know what I want.”, his words became choppy as he started to buck wildly, gripping her ass as he drove in and out of her moments away from his release,she suddenly collapsed against him as she burst again… this time coating his massive member that was throbbing inside as she fluttered around him. “Liam!....”,she shook as he held her guiding her up and down his shaft … his teeth tugged her buds as he too met his own release. “Awwww Saige… damn I love you.”he tended as he held her … both allowing their pulse to slow down from the acrobatics.

Liam brushes the loose hair away from her eyes. He carried her inside running them both a shower to warm up cans clean up after their love making in the rain. They stared at each other silently as he gently kissed and washed away the traces of his manhood. “ Liam, I love you so much.”she sighed. He pulled her close with no space left between their bodies. He finished up cleaning them both before wrapping her in an oversized towel carrying her to bed. Liam slid a loose cotton gown over her small frame. He pulled her close and wrapped her up in his loving arms as they slept into the morning.

Liam and Saige watched as the hours flew by before it was now time to leave. “Liam, be safe… I will miss you.” He kissed the center of her forehead as they walked with their intertwined fingers toward the door to the royal quarters. Bastien met them at the front entrance to the palace taking Liam’s bags and laptop.

“We are ready when you are your majesty… we’ll be in the car.” Liam pulled Saige to him kissing her lips gently and leaned down to whisper, “I’ll be home with you before you know it love.” She nodded her head , trying to keep it together. Saige knew this would be one of many times she would separated from her king. She squared her shoulders, smiled widely, and waved as the SUV made its way down the driveway and outside the golden gates. The palace quickly disappeared in the distance as they neared the private airfield. Liam buckled himself in tight, pulled out his phone and sent a message to his wife, “The sun rises and sets, but my love for you will never descend.”

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It had been twenty-four hours since Liam had arrived in Italy. The day flew by.. it was now time for his nightly chat with Saige. This was a promise that he would keep … faithfully. Saige laid beneath the sheets with the door to the suite cracked allowing a gentle breeze to enter the room. She found comfort in wearing Liam’s shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. She lifted his shirt to her nose inhaling the soothing scent of his cologne. The blend of sandalwood and outdoors were relaxing to her in his absence.

The screen of the iPad lit up as she grinned seeing a picture of Liam with the incoming FaceTime call. “Hey you… how was your day?”, Saige smiled widely at seeing his face… his grin.

“My day just got a lot better now that I get to see your beautiful face love. God baby I miss you… I miss you both.`` he sighed as his eyes glossed over thinking about spending another night alone. “Two more days and I will be there to tuck you into our bed.” he whispered softly. “Saige… what did I do to get so damn lucky to have you?”

Saige smiled and shrugged playfully, “hmmm… what did you do? That’s right, you stole my heart Liam.”

The couple chatted and laughter filled the room as she shared how Olivia insisted upon meeting her at the doctors appointment. “Good luck getting that one to take no for an answer,'' she giggled.

“I ate all my dinner… the kitchen staff made me an early dinner. I was tired .. so I turned in early.”

“Good Girl”, he smirked pleased by her quiet night.

“Where’s Bastien… I thought he was always around when you sent these things?`` she laughed.

“He’s in his room in the suite we are sharing. It was a productive day, but I’m missing my best girl something fierce.`` he smiled biting his lower lip. “You look exhausted, I see you fighting to hide your yawn,'' he chuckled.

“Saige… I will call you in the morning to start my day right.”he smirked and wiggles his brows.

“How about I call you after the appointment? I’m sure as much as you love… your mind will be on this little one.”, she propped herself up on her fist while her eyes started to flutter.

“Your adorable when your tired,'' he smiled. “Good my love, sleep well. I love you… both of you with all my heart.”

Saige laid her head back on the soft pillows, “I love you too my king.Think of me tonight as you rest. We need you bright eyed for tomorrow… you are definitely making an impression on Italy and the statesman. Good night love.”

She blew a silent kiss just before ending the call. “Your daddy is the best little baby. He certainly knows how to make a girl feel special.” She pulled the sheets up around her chin when she heard a slight noise in the living area. She slowly padded down the darkened hallway toward the kitchen to check while obtaining a snack. Saige quietly giggled while patting her belly, “I might as well get a snack while we check on things.”

She rounded the corner and tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness when she suddenly felt a pain as a large hand gripped her throat, “shut your damn mouth you little bitch.”

Saige panicked as she couldn’t breathe, her hand instinctively went to protect her belly. Tears began welling up in her eyes. She felt a sweaty palm cover her mouth as the stench of foul cigar smoke and scotch laced together causing her stomach to lurch as the smell overtook her senses.

Suddenly as she tried to fight back, she felt another set of hands grabbed her by the arms holding her in place as the large figure invaded her personal space. Saige cried out through a muffled scream when she felt an iron fist crashing down upon her face.Her voice was captured in her throat strangled down by a limp and pressure upon her neck. She felt dizzy as she heard the familiar voice barking orders, “drag the little tramp over to floor, where her kind is used to be handled,'' he retorted.

Saige felt her warm tears escaping as she felt the sting from the punch to her face. She listened as another set of footsteps approached, both the minions grabbed her, she felt her scalp on fire as the large man yanked hands full of her auburn locks. She felt beads of sweat starting to gather on her forehead and chest. Saige felt a tightening in her chest as she hyperventilated beneath… “Constantine”, she strangled our against his hand. She felt his fist come down again this time landing right beneath her eye. She couldn’t fight back… her body was restrained by both of his henchmen. One at either side of her as she wriggled trying to protect herself to no avail.

“ I see your getting warmed up for a real man, instead of a son. I know you love to feel it rough.. being dominated by every inch leaving the remnants in it's way. You will remember I was here… not like last time you tramp… turning my son against me.” He forced his vile tongue into her mouth, she bit him. His hand came up and back slapped her across the cheek, “bitch!”

He grabbed at her breast under the shirt that bared the scent of her beloved…. “Liam”, she silently pleaded.Saige struggled to see as the area under her eye began to swell from his ring making impact against her face. “Get this shit out of my way so she can enjoy every bit .of.me”, he released a sinister laugh.

The guard to her left tore the shirt from her chest… exposing her breast and belly. Saige tried to clench her knees together, blocking what she was dreading to be her fate. She felt Constantine violently grab her shorts and underwear together and tear them from her body.She screamed under his hand as he grazed her private spot. Her arms and legs held down and opened wide by his willing participants. Saige shook as his hand intruded her body touching her in ways Liam never would… she knew Liam would never allow his lust to hurt her, to cause her pain. She turned her face away from him, trying desperately to block out this crime against her,against her baby. Saige squeezed her eyes tightly as she felt him jam himself inside of her without a care in the world for her or her child’s well being.

“Ummmm!”he cried out from feeling her tight around his member. Her eyes stretched ash she felt a mixture of agony and sickness at this violent act against her. She silently him to stop , to go away, to get off of her. All she could feel was his hips rocking , thrusting , thrashing about on top of her. “Noooooooo!”she cried out under his hand. She turned her eyes to look to her right at one of the men trying to avoid her gaze… avoid her cries… “Travis”, the man that was tapped to protect her was taking part in hurting her.

Constantine forced himself harder and faster inside of her hips as he neared his release… he pulled out and released himself all over her belly. He coughed as he caught his breath, “ Now I see why son is losing his damn mind… you are a fine piece of ass”, he chuckled as he stood to adjust himself back into his trousers. He finally had his way… to hell with what she wanted or didn’t want from him. “Good night gutter queen… now go clean yourself up.” Saige laid on the floor , paralyzed with fear, pain,hurt, shock… unable to process how such a heinous crime was committed against her and .. the baby.

Saige heard the door close as the men left her, her perpetrators left her in a pool of blood and refuge from him… expelling his contents on her without a thought. She balled up in a fetal position clutching her stomach and Liam’s shirt , racked with agonizing pain. She knew at a time like this , the royal guards should have been called to help her… but they too hurt her in unspeakable ways. Saige could barely move her body when she finally passed out … her minds way of shutting down. All she thought about was Liam … nowhere near to help her or … their baby.

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The next morning Saige’s phone was ringing incessantly..it was Olivia that had already arrived at her doctor's appointment. She left a message… hell she left ten messages worried about her friend. The appointment was at ten o’clock, but it was now past eleven . Olivia frantically called Liam wondering had he heard from Saige… he excused himself from the room to take the call. “Liv… are you two through at the doctors already? Saige told last night that she would call when she done with the check up.”

Liam could hear the normally stoic Olivia , worry lacing her words as she asked, “Liam have talked to Saige today?”she tried to hold her tone , to keep him from freaking out. He swallowed hard, nerves bubbling up to the surface, “Liv, she’s supposed to be meeting you this morning… what happened? Did you get your wires crossed?”, he couldn’t get his air out of his lungs. “Let me contact her guard that was on duty last night.”

Before Liam could say any more he heard the door to the doctor’s office slam closed, Olivia races out of the building into her car… heading to the palace. While Liam kept trying to get ahold of the guard , unsuccessfully, Olivia made it there and jutted up the stairs. She sprinted down the hallway toward the royal quarters… “no guard”, she panicked dialing Liam . As she slowly opened the door, Liam listening as she made her way inside… he fought back the feeling of dread.

Olivia moved quietly through the entrance to the royal living area when she bumped into a figure in the floor. She let out a blood curdling scream as she saw her best friend lying unconscious on the floor, naked in a pool of blood. Saige… oh god noooooo!”

Liam dropped the phone and clasping his mouth trying to conceal his lips from quivering. Bastien noticed that his king was in distress, he quickly moved into position to get him out of there . He was on the phone trying to reach the guard that was on duty, assigned to the queen. “No answer”, he rushed Liam to the car heading back to the hotel that was nearby to gather his belongings and make it to the airport.

Bastien called Olivia asking her was she with the queen , Olivia broke down as she explained in horror the state of Saige. She told Bastien that she was going to get her to the hospital and would be waiting for them to arrive.Olivia called drake to help her, not knowing who she could trust. “Drake… Liam will not recognize her… oh dear god.”, she cried for her friends. They collected her wrapping her in a blanket, making way to Drake’s truck as he sped off away from the palace … his eyes glazing over with a sense of sadness for the hell they had ahead of them.

The truck pulled up to the private entrance as Olivia had called ahead to the doctor, making sure to protect their privacy from the press and prying eyes.The limited members of the medical staff were rushing around the queen in a frenzy. The doctor set Olivia and Drake up in a private waiting room across from the Queen. Drake held Olivia in his arms as she gave him a glimpse into something very few had a front rower seat to see.. her tears. She couldn’t shake the image of seeing Saige naked and bloody , passed out… “what happened to her ? .. who would do this to her… in her home?!”, she leaned her head against Drake as they waited for hours to see the state of the queen.

After countless hours waiting the room door opened… Liam and Bastien walked inside.. the silence was deafening. “Have they told anything?”his voice was low . “Liv… what happened? Why is she here?”, Liam fought to make sense of the events of the last twenty-four hours. Before anyone could respond, the waiting room door opened again, the doctor meeting Liam’s gaze with a sadness . “Your majesty… may I have a word with you… privately?”, his eyes darted around the room.

Liam asked the group for a moment alone… they obliged. Liam’s blue eyes clouded by tears threatening to spill were on the brink. “Sir… when your wife was brought in to us… she was unconscious. We have ran test and thoroughly examined her…``he trailed off momentarily.

“Will she be okay? What happened to her? Is the baby going to be okay?”, Liam balled his fist trying to keep himself up. The next few minutes , everything slowed to blur for him. He felt his legs get weak, “sir, she was ….”

Liam could no longer comprehend any words that followed what he had just been told.The doctor slowly walked him across the hall to her room where the love of his life laid battered, bruised, beaten, and unconscious. He didn’t know which was worse… being unconscious and unaware of what has transpired or walking around ... painfully aware of all that lost. Liam Laid his head on her bed beside her as his tears escaped his eyes as he looked on at his vibrant wife, unrecognizable from just twenty-four hours ago. His eyes were bloodshot red as he continued to cry for Saige and for … their baby.

[bloojayoolie]

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EB starts laughing, IHeraly loses his sht at the ste of this Itle fagpot in a trenchc oat with a stanley knfe and actualy presses EB grabs his wrist, takes the fabled blade from the hands of the chosen one tosses t over a fence and punches him straight in the face We're out geting beer, Tm with a 7/10 GT that Ive had a crush on for tucking months Her and EB get along realy wel, athough I sort of think she only hung out with us because EB did That right when we're all drunk, me and QT end up fucking Leaving out my side because this is the ballad of Eght Beer, not me Spend ages taking with QT,estabǐshthat shè apparenty seat, ikes me back EB heads up to bed, I stay down with the other guys to watch TV, QT was askeep when 1 came down QT comes running do wwith a towel round her, soaking wet, and rung out the ont door Apparently EB sleeps naked, not surpnised since Ive found him naked before after a night of drinking Says she came on to himeven ater all he shit she said aLaugh숨 and says he took aprt to bed with hm,awas cn e tablo and when she ed onwth him he lossed all over her Threw her clothes out the wendow into the rain and told her to go and fetch Two weeks later he takes me to a pub and hooks me up with a 910 Anonymous (TDwHT HOC) 03/1914(Wed 20.43 59 UTC-5 No 538044014 Raps.4380408044772 332420 EB and me are total bros after being fnends for a few years 가%aving hm as a best friend is Ike havngtose nasty trainers as a kid Shit get pretty he avy >Him and E汨were close, mostly because EB would buy him vidya and act super interested in the anime sht he lied because nobody else other than me would loses his har chermo aGotovst him, EBisgung me there >He thinks rs awesome get our photo taken together witout any har EB lets him draw all kinds of dumb sh on his bad head, lets him draw a dumb moustache on him o Spend ages just dicking a >Son of a bitch luke who R is, Dukey the Rookie is across the bar in the same tucking trenchcoat he wore back at school >EB says hi chats away to him lbe nothing ever happened >We head home and EB spend the night sitting up with me playing Batlefront on my old P52 and drinking, just trying to cheer me up me every time Sorry for that 2sad4me post, but iti make sense later Anonymous (IO woitth%) 05/19/14(Wed)20 52 46 UTC-5 No 530045357 Reeses 씌38amsrme esaaa Lving together in a let with some chick and her boyfriend The one song I remember is "Uncle Tommy by The Rumjacks, because it played when sht went down EB told them that he "ain't lookin any trouble lads, have a beer and forget that tripe for the night aye? 4 of them jump on him, start beating the shit out of him -l tackle one of them to try help him, get the fuck beaten out of me but fuck that it's goddamn E8 in there EB broke the dudes fucking am He gets up, bleeding out of every pore in his beaunful iwish body Bouncing around with his fists up, Ieraly looks ike he could fly around the room he's bouncing that much The skinheads keep going for him but back off every time aher he swings, it looks lke he could knock a building down with that sh Babbling some incoherent shit in lrish rage, nobody understands the words but everyone understands the meaning pack up there sht ike a scene from a fucking move Eight tucking beersl You splied eight of me fucking beers you hairless tuckin mongrels Eight beers lad, eight fucking beers What's the fucking craic there lke Anonymous (D: wHTiHOgC) 031914(Wed]21:6 02 UTC-5 No. 538047326 EB sgoing back to Ireland to vist his nan, she's real sick 기we lar dr, Befast-thritrs the captal of the oth but not of Ireland ckhow t wori ed EB never eaty expla edit, 5ad you wont understand the bullsh politics unless you grew up there go 1o vist his nan with EB' Sweetest tucking old lady ever, says that EB was always a rough lad but awk he'd never hurt a sour greedy fucker This woman is clearly the most infuenial famly member in the Eight Beer famly EE shows me round Derry, tels me about how 5pIt relgusy and shows methes bg ass wall cood place Takes me to Belast agan and shows methe pace wherethe ttanc was bu -we end up going to place caled The Crown Bar Ger pretty drunk, or Tpped as EB calls it Walked around Belfast for a bt, he tells me about the history of some stuf »Spend a few nights there, have a fucking blast but decide to head home don't wanna be an inrusion on the whole nan stustion Lad you're practicaly a part of the famly Anonymous D wH7HOQC) 03/19/14Wd21 18 48 UTC-5 No 538040230 Getting close to the end now Shits hard to wrte, I miss hat fucker Life is prety uneventful for a wle pparentty some Kiddy Fiddler called Wilm Whight fucked EB when totally agan family home a load of sht, fucks 2EB spends all nut there next to her, nearly gets wolent when staff ask harto leave so doctors can sort some 닸官out calm him down and we wat r, hosptzd for brig bme B's Sister gets beter, but is pretty fucked for life Never taks never leaves the house she's pretty much a goddarmn vegetable EB spends all of his time off work with her, never comes out anymore, just sts in with her. We sometimes come ound and drink with him but he refuses to leave the house -One night while he's sieeping, EB's fucked up sister C's faul, that's pretty much the main subject of t. 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