#in which the Doctor lays his head in Donna’s lap and they have a soft conversation about how different he is

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Guys, it’s finally here, my first soft af Fourteen fic!

I have so many Fourteen and Donna fics on the go, but this one is the first one I’ve managed to finish so if you want some feels then here you go ✨

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Happiness Continues

Part 12: Home

Summary: Jensen and Y/n are adjusting to being new parents when an unexpected visitor turns everything upside down.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3.9K+

Warnings: Language, mentions of postpartum struggles, home invasion, attempted kidnapping

Author’s Note: Thank you all for the endless love, my girls who are always there to cheer me on, and my amazing beta @emoryhemsworth xoxo Alex

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4 Weeks Later

Steam billowed up from the mug that sat on the counter. Y/n dipped the teas bags in and out of the boiling water, letting the flavor steep out. Once she was satisfied that it had been long enough since she’d initially dropped the bags in, the mother pulled the soaking pouch from the mug, squeezing the excess water from them into the sink. She pulled open the tabs of the nursing bra she was wearing and stuck one bag into each cup, allowing the warm, humid, heat to surround her swollen nipples. 

“Every time I walk into this room you are doing something strange in our kitchen.” Jensen’s voice had her popping her head up, a soft smile on her face. Her husband was cradling their son in the crook of his arm, the infant cooing as he looked up at his father. 

“I looked it up online; it’s supposed to help with pain,” the noise that fell from her mouth was almost a whine… almost. 

“Have you talked to the doctor about it?” 

“Yeah, it’s likely he’s just cluster feeding because he’s going through his first growth spurt. It should taper off in a few days, but for now, he’s attached to my fucking breasts, so they are not having a good time.” Y/n picked up her mug and headed into the living room to plop down on the couch. 

It was no secret that parents, especially new parents, tended not to get much sleep, but nothing had prepared her for this level of exhaustion. Since birth, Y/n felt like she didn’t get any time to herself. She was a walking milk machine with her body attempting to heal at the same time, and more than once, she found herself in tears out of pure frustration. Jensen had been wonderful, of course, and having Donna around during that first week was a godsend, but they could only do so much, especially now that he was cluster feeding. The fact that Ezra was even letting Jensen hold him at the moment was something of a miracle. She was hoping the tea might help her sleep a tad more soundly, something she had been struggling with since her son was born, her body hyper-aware of everything happening around her, but she had to be careful and watch how it affected the baby. The tip about the tea bags on her sore nipples was a lucky bonus.

Jensen followed her to the couch, sitting beside her as their son babbled away in his arms. The new mother couldn’t even stop herself, her attention immediately on Ezra. She smiled brightly down at him, using her free hand to wipe away the flyaway hairs at the crown of his head. Her husband watched the exchange, an equally wide grin on his face. 

“He’s a growing boy, that’s for sure,” Jensen agreed, watching his wife with an amused smile. 

“Yeah, well, I wish he would stop.”

“Don’t all parents wish that?” He sat back in his seat, laying out Ezra along the length of his lap. The little boy peered up at his parents, his chubby legs and arms thrashing about. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice high as she played with the giggling baby during their conversation. Y/n continued to make faces at the smiling baby as she spoke, her attention divided between the men in her life. “I just know it makes me feel old.”

“It makes you feel old?” He scoffed out a laugh at her comment.

“You know what I mean. He’s already growing out of outfits. I blame you and your damned height for that.”

“Oh, as if height doesn’t run on your side of the family,” Jensen pursed his lips and she laughed at him. 

“Fine, you’ve got me on that one. I’ll just blame my dad.” She turned her attention from the infant, whose eyes had begun to grow heavy, a beaming smile on her face as she looked at her husband. 

“Sounds good to me,” he smiled back at her, leaning in to peck her lips. “I’m going to see if he’ll let me rock him.” 

“Okay, I’ll see you in bed.” Y/n watched as Jensen shifted Ezra back into his arms so he could stand. He turned to her as he got to his feet, the tall Texan bouncing the infant in place as he spoke. 

“It’s seven-thirty.”

“Yeah, so I’ll see you in bed,” she repeated with a pat to his behind as she stood along with him. Jensen shook his head as he headed off, leaving her to get ready for the night with a smile on both their faces. 

****

The cries ringing through the house grew insistent, the pitch rising fast through the baby monitor before she was jolted awake. Her body jumped from the bed on instinct, startling the sleeping man next to her. 

“Again?” He husked, his voice like gravel as he didn’t bother to open his eyes, but he recognized the sound filling the bedroom. Y/n wiped her hand over her face, rubbing her knuckles into her tired and sore eyes. 

“Yeah, it’s the damn cluster feeding,” she replied as she tossed the covers from her body. Jensen moved to get up from the bed at the same time, but she gently urged him back against the mattress. “I’ve got him.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, unless you want to breastfeed him.” It was supposed to be a joke, but she was too exhausted to attempt to hide the aggravation behind her statement. Her adamance about avoiding a bottle had turned into Ezra refusing them, which meant that she and her nipples got no breaks. Not to mention if they wanted to break the cluster feeding, baby-to-breast was the quickest way.

A wide yawn broke across her face as she fetched her robe, slipped it on, and headed to the nursery. She let her muscle memory guide her body through the house, her eyes still struggling to open fully as she shuffled across the floor. The fatigue in every cell of her body was fighting against being awake again. 

Y/n pushed open the door with another yawn, her eyes on the crib as she entered. Between the cries, the white noise machine, and the lethargy, her brain didn’t process that something was off until it was too late.

“Hello, Y/n.” Y/n whipped around, her breath catching in her throat at the sight in front of her. Seated in the glider in the corner of the nursery was Chandler, her son wailing away in his arms as the man rocked the chair back and forth. Y/n opened her mouth to talk, but for once she was truly speechless. Adrenaline was now coursing through her blood, the only thought in her head on getting her son away from him. 

“There’s no way...” When she finally willed away the lump in her throat, the words slipped past her lips, cracked with fear. Chandler’s menacing grin somehow grew wider on his round face as she spoke. 

“Where there is a will, there is a way,” Chandler chuckled to himself as if he’d cracked some code and not just uttered one of the most common idioms in the English language. “See, I overestimated your security system at first. It messed up my whole plan, and I had to improvise. No worries though, he will not notice anything.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Her mind was reeling. Part of her was attempting to assess the situation, looking for any way out, while the other half listened to the deranged words of a sick man, but it seemed Chandler was the priority. That is until he no longer had her son.

“He thought he was doing the right thing by changing out the system when in fact he just made my job of freeing you that much easier,” Chandler went on as if she hadn’t said anything. “Hooking everything up to the Internet just makes it easier to hack. Besides, I was already on your computer—”

“Wait, my computer?” Her voice broke through his rambling. 

“I’ve been waiting for years now to save you, but I had to make sure you were safe in the meantime… so I have been keeping an eye on you,” Chandler explained to her, the nonchalance in his voice terrifying as her son continued to cry in the man’s arms. 

“You cloned my computer.” The realization hit her like she had been slapped. 

“More or less,” Chandler rolled his eyes at her statement. That action somehow irritated her more than the fact that he was holding Ezra hostage at the moment.

“You keep saying ‘save me.’ Save me from what?” At this point, Y/n was only trying to buy herself some time to come up with a plan of her own. Her eyes flickered around the room, landing on the baby monitor sitting high on the wall. The green light on the side of the camera was not shining, signaling that it had been turned off. Whether it was Jensen or Chandler who had done it, she couldn’t be sure. Both her and Jensen were guilty of shutting the device off in the past if their son was still fussy as someone was attending to him in the middle of the night. It was the only way they managed to get an inkling of sleep some nights. Now she was afraid that it could be her undoing. 

“This obviously,” he indicated the child in his arms. The infant was still fussing, but his cries had grown softer in the mere minutes since she had walked into the room. “This cliché of a life you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“What if I told you I loved my life?”

“I sincerely doubt that.”

“You don’t even know me!” Y/n reared back at his observation, more than irritated that she had been dropped into the lunacy of this man’s head once again.

“I do know you!” Chandler yelled back, the roar in his voice startling the fussing baby and sending him into another frenzy of cries. He rose to his feet then, and she could now make out the holster on his hip. Y/n stepped back, the revelation of the possible escalation of the situation heavy on her shoulders. “I know you’re way too good just to be someone’s wife and mother!” 

It took her a moment to find her voice again, the frightened woman shaking where she stood as she kept her eyes on her son. All she wanted was for him to put Ezra down, but she had to be careful how she went about it. There was no telling what might set him off next time. 

“So what now?”

“We leave,” Chandler allowed the grin to return to his features, the triumph in his eyes not lost on Y/n. “You and me.”

Y/n bit down hard on the tip of her tongue, wanting to say anything but what she ended up saying next. “Okay.”

****

The faint sound of a distant shout and the continued muffled cries from across the house pulled Jensen back to consciousness. He blinked in the darkness, confusion taking over as he realized what he was hearing. 

He rolled over in the bed, noticing Y/n was still up, making the cries of his son unusual. The still groggy man crawled across the bed and snatched the baby monitor off of the nightstand. He hit the power button, bringing the screen back to life in no time. As it adjusted to the darkness of the room, he could see where his wife stood near the doorway, but she wasn’t holding Ezra, and Jensen couldn’t see him in the crib. The scene perplexed his tired mind. That was until his wife’s voice came through the small monitor.

“So what now?” 

“We leave.” 

The sound of a second voice in the room had Jensen on his feet in an instant. He cursed under his breath as he ran back to his side of the bed and pulled his pistol out of the locked compartment at the bottom of his drawer where it had been waiting for this very moment. Somewhere deep down, he’d always suspected they hadn’t seen the last of the man that haunted his wife’s dreams. Though he’d hoped that it wouldn’t play out this way, he hadn’t disregarded any of the potential scenarios where Chandler may re-emerge. 

Jensen expertly checked the magazine and chamber before flipping off the safety. He ripped his phone from the charger and dialed 9-1-1, putting it on speaker in front of the monitor before sprinting from the bedroom. His long legs brought him to the nursery in no time, his wife’s name on the tip of his tongue.

“Y/n!”

****

“Okay?”

“Yes, just—” The sound of her name had her spinning on her heel, her husband skidding to a stop behind her. His brow creased in the center of his forehead as they made eye contact before he lifted the gun in his hands. The glare that settled into his features as he took in the scene in front of him was downright terrifying to look at. “Jensen, no!” 

“I would listen to her,” Chandler challenged, his actions mirroring that of the enraged husband and father. With the baby in his grip, he was at a disadvantage physically, but the reality was that meant he now held all the cards. 

“Please?” Y/n put her hands up, one towards Jensen and one towards her stalker. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she turned a pleading gaze on her husband. “Jensen put the gun down.” 

“Y/n—”

“I’m leaving,” she hiccupped, hoping he would understand what she was doing, that every action from here on out was about making sure Ezra was safe. Most of all, she hoped Jensen knew that no matter what, she loved him. “Put it down.” 

Jensen searched her face, his eyes scanning over every inch of her tear-stained features, searching for anything to hint she was lying to him, but the truth was she had every intention of going. If it meant Ezra was safe, she would leave and figure the rest out later. It was all she had right now. He nodded, his eyes glistening as he succumbed to the truth in her words. He clicked the safety back on and set it on the ground before kicking it away from him. 

Y/n turned back to Chandler. “See, I’m coming with you, but you’ve got to put my son down. Please, just put him in the crib and I’ll go wherever you want.” The man eyed her before glancing at the crying infant. Carefully he placed Ezra into the crib, his eyes never leaving the couple as he did so. A shuddering breath escaped her chest as soon as her son was out of the line of fire. 

“Go,” Chandler indicated out the door with his gun, the action causing Y/n to flinch, but she did as she was told. Jensen was forced to step back and watch as the woman he loved was carted off at gunpoint. Instinct was yelling at him to go after them, but one false move could mean he risks her life and he had their son to think about too, so instead, he let her go. 

Y/n kept her head forward, blinking back the tears that were blurring her vision as she walked. The unknown laid out before her with every step she made, and it took everything in her to keep from breaking into hysterics. Her chest ached with every fractured breath she attempted, bordering on hyperventilating. Chandler grabbed her arm as she passed the door outside, tugging her back and out the door into the courtyard. She shivered in the night air, the stone wet and cold under her feet as he dragged her along. Her whole being wanted to protest, but there was no use anymore, she was at his mercy. 

He continued to drag her down the driveway and into the road, his grip tightening on her bicep. Her feet shuffled beneath her, her toes going numb from the cold with every step. There was no telling where or how far he would take her. She only hoped someone would be able to find her, or one day she’d be able to find her way back.

Chandler walked up to a parked car sitting at the end of the street less than two houses down from her home. He guided her to the passenger seat, unlocking the door and tugging it open for her. Y/n let out a huff as he shoved her forward, biting her tongue to stop the comment she wanted to spit at him. She turned her back on him before she got in, her eyes going straight to his hands and the gun where he was flipping off the safety. The once irritated woman saw his guard down as her opportunity to run, her stomach now in her throat. It was now or never. 

The woman used this momentary distraction to disarm him, the gun skidding against the asphalt and behind the car. She lunged for the device as he howled from the pain she inflicted to his wrist, picking up the pistol in trembling hands and bolting across the street. Temporarily dazed, Chandler unintentionally gave her a head start before chasing after, anger enticing his actions. His hand reached out just as she got to her feet, gun in hand, his fingers gripping a sliver of the tie of her robe to tug her backward, making Y/n lose her footing. Her body tumbled to the ground, the wet concrete slicing up the exposed skin of her extremities. 

“Stop!” She screamed as she hastily rolled onto her back, the gun aimed at his head as he loomed over her. Her heavy breaths fanned into the night sky in a plume of white mist as she laid out on her back in the middle of the street. 

“Ha, you won’t do it,” he snarled, taking in the way the adrenaline and cold had her whole body shaking. 

“Try me,” she growled back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her break yet again. His eyes narrowed as he contemplated whether or not she was capable, but Y/n held her ground, refusing to move first. The sound of police sirens hit before the blue and red flashing lights began to bounce off the nearby houses. Y/n let out a breath as a police car skidded to a stop just in front of them, the headlights bathing the two in blinding light. 

“Drop your weapon!” She heard the shouts coming at her, but she wasn’t ready to give in. More than anything she wanted to shoot him, for the months of worry and stress to be over once and for all, but she knew deep down that it was over. Y/n put her hands up in defense, dropping the clip from the gun before setting it down slowly and pushing it out of her reach. 

Then everything happened in a blurred mess. She was on her stomach, her hands being pulled behind her back and secured into metal cuffs before the officer brought her to her feet. It was now that she finally let the floodgates open, every emotion hitting her at once and racking her body with sobs. The cops must have thought she was crazy, but she honestly didn’t care. 

“Shit, Y/n!” Jensen’s voice had her popping her head up. He was jogging down the street towards her in just his boxers and a robe. The cop turned on him as he approached, stopping in his path. 

“Sir, please, you’re gonna have to stand back.” The cop grabbed him by his shoulders as Jensen continued to try and pass him.

“The hell I am! You have my wife in handcuffs!” Jensen barked as he knocked the hands of the cops away from his body. 

“This is your wife?”

“Yes, now will you tell me why she’s being detained?” Jensen kept trying to peek over the cop’s shoulder, trying to meet his wife’s eye as she continued to sob. The sight hurt worse than watching her walk out the door. After everything she’d been through, now this, and he couldn’t even be there to hold her. 

“She was pointing a gun at this man when we pulled up,” the police officer explained.

“Maybe because he was trying to kidnap her!”

“Sir, please, it's just procedure. Let us take both your statements and we can go from there,” he assured Jensen. 

“Can I at least see her?” The annoyance was heavy in his words. The cop nodded and Jensen didn’t think twice before rushing to her side. He pulled her body into his arms, cradling her head against his chest as he began to cry with her. “Don’t you ever do anything like that to me again.” 

“I’m sorry, I had to for Ezra,” she wept, her inability to hold him as well making everything worse. Jensen sighed, his whole body going slack when her words registered in his head.

“Shhh, I know, I know. I just—I can’t lose you.” He kissed the crown of her head, one hand moving to rub up and down her back as he continued to try and soothe her. 

The police officer returned with the gun now in an evidence bag. Y/n couldn’t believe what was happening. She felt like she was watching someone else’s life through their eyes and not her own. It was all so surreal. The officer took Jensen’s statement before she insisted he go back to the house. He didn’t want to go, but he’d been gone long enough, the baby monitor in his pocket not sufficient for anything longer than he had been away. He reluctantly left her in custody, placing one last kiss on her forehead before he returned to their son.

Once the paramedics arrived on the scene a few minutes later, the cops released her, Y/n’s statement, and Chandler’s record enough to explain the scene they had arrived at. She didn’t want to let the medics clean her wounds, her mind focusing only on returning home, but she eventually relented that it was the best course of action. The second they cleared her, Y/n was on her feet, running back to her house as if her life depended on it because honestly, she felt like it did. 

Jensen was waiting in the kitchen, attempting to feed a fighting Ezra a bottle. He turned when he heard the door opening, relief washing over him that she was back to him. The still shaking woman ran to her family, allowing her husband to properly wrap her in his arms as she held both of her men against her chest. Her face was shoved into his robe on his shoulder as she let the floodgates open, soaking the fabric in her tears. Jensen shushed her through the release, her body shaking as it came down from the high of everything that had happened. There was no stopping the trauma the night had inflicted upon her, no matter how much she tried. 

So she chose instead to let it out. At the end of it all, Y/n would push it all aside and move forward because she refused to let the experience control her any longer. All that mattered was continuing to build and nurture the family that she and Jensen had started. It wouldn’t be easy, but time would heal the wounds if she worked through them now, and her promise to the guys in her life was to figure it out. Her promise was one of a future filled with nothing but continued happiness.

Epilogue 

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A Second Chance | Loki x Female Reader

Loki (Marvel) x Doctor Who

You and Loki remain stubborn, can Donna convince you to give him a chance?

Part Fifteen | Part Seventeen | Chapter Index

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: none

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“So when can we expect you back?” Val asked Thor, from where they were stood on the edge of the settlement of New Asgard, looking at the sea beyond the cliff side.

“About that...” Thor began before Val cut him off.

“Thor, your people need a king.” She sternly reminded him.

“They already have one.” Thor turned to look at her with sincerity, “and she’s a far better king than I could ever be.”

“Are you serious?” Val could hardly believe her ears, there was no way that Thor had just passed the responsibility of the throne down to her, he must have been joking but his face never wavered.

“It’s time to be who I am, rather than who I’m supposed to be. And a leader is who you are.” Thor told Val before his eyes drifted their focus from her as something behind her captured his attention which caused a crease formed between his brows.

Confused by what had distracted Thor, Val mirrored his expression, before she could even follow his line of sight, she felt a cool breeze caress against the back of her neck, which caused her fine hairs to stand on end.

She looked over her shoulder just in time to see a blue wooden box materialising out of thin air, in the near distance behind her.

“What’s this now?” She asked with a tone that told you she had had her fill of strange occurrences for one lifetime.

Once the box had fully materialised, the narrow door swung open with a squeak, which Thor and Val could hear from where they were both stood, and much to their surprise, Loki stepped out into the sun.

Thor immediately looked as though he had seen a ghost, for all he knew he could have been, but it wasn’t the first time his brother would have come back from apparent death, or the second for that matter. Thor didn’t know whether to pull Loki into a bone crushing hug or to throw Mjolnir at his head in order to check that he was truly there.

As if he were on autopilot, he found his feet carrying him towards his brother. The brothers walked across the grass towards one another, but with each step closer, Thor’s pace quickened, until he was charging towards Loki with a battle cry.

Loki’s feet had firmly rooted to the ground as soon as he realised that Thor intended to crash into him, while his eyes widened and he raised his hands innocently.

“No, brother, listen to me.” He began diplomatically, but Thor had no intention of slowing down.

Loki quickly decided that he would rather not be tackled to the ground and began hastily walking backwards, with skilful steps to ensure he didn’t stumble or trip, before he eventually pulled his eyes off of his enraged sibling and made a final sprint back towards the safety of the TARDIS where you, your auntie and the Doctor, observed in confused and concerned silence as Loki ran back around the console, without ever taking his eyes off of the double doors.

Before any of you could question what was wrong, a mighty man came crashing through the doors while growling Loki’s name.

You hadn’t immediately recognised him as Thor, since the last and only time you saw him, he had short hair and most his face had been cast in shadows. The man who crashed into the TARDIS had long knotted hair and a bushy beard which covered half his face.

“Thor, I can explain.” Loki insisted from where he was stood on the other side of the console.

***

“Where’d the hairbag go? We’re meant to be leaving.” A talking raccoon dressed in a vest asked Val, who looked down at the creature with furrowed brows.

“He went chasing after his brother.” Val answered as she looked back towards the blue police box, while the raccoon looked out at the water that lay beyond the cliff which they were stood on.

“Ain’t he dead?” The raccoons face twisted in horror as he assumed Val had used a metaphor to explain that Thor had ran off the cliff edge in order to reunite with his brother.

***

You looked back towards the man who barged into the TARDIS, after Loki had revealed he was Thor, and although he had drastically changed his appearance since the last time you saw him, which was only a few hours ago, you began to pick up on recognisable features which told you undoubtedly that he was, in fact, Thor.

“What sorcery is this?” Thor asked, as he looked around the spacious control room, which was much larger than the small box he had followed his brother into.

“Not sorcery, science.” The Doctor corrected him as he casually strolled across his control room.

“I know you,” Thor drew his brows together as he pointed one of his fingerless glove clad fingers at the time lord, “you were with Loki in New York.”

Thor glanced towards you and your auntie and you saw recognition settle across his eyes, indicating he remembered the both of you as well.

“Loki healed you.” Thor pointed the same finger at you and you felt as though a spotlight had been shone on you, as you shrank away from the attention. The Loki who had healed you was no longer here, he was also the Loki who saved his brothers life and he didn’t even know it, you decided to change that.

“Loki and I were together,” you began to explain, you didn’t miss the way Thor’s eyes widened as he looked between you and the other Loki who was silently watching his brothers reaction. “When you and all the Avengers travelled back in time, Loki managed to escape with the Tesseract after he was captured in New York.”

“No,” Thor shook his head, as he looked back towards Loki, “I took you back to Asgard, father banished you to the dungeons.”

Loki opened his mouth to explain but you beat him to it, regaining Thor’s attention.

“The Time Variants Authority arrested Loki because he wasn’t meant to escape from New York, afterwards they restored the timeline, it was as if he never left, everything was put back to normal, but this variant of Loki still existed. That’s who I met, that is the Loki you met in the alleyway in New York, that is the Loki who you saw get killed by Thanos.” By the time you finished explaining your eyes were glossy as tears had gathered on your waterline and you quickly excused yourself, before you broke down in front of everyone, and rushed off to the privacy of your own room.

“I don’t understand.” Thor spoke once you had left, he looked between Loki, the Doctor and Donna for further explanation.

Loki stepped around from the protection of the console and approached his brother as he explained.

“There was another version of me on the refuge ship, he managed to grab me during the commotion and knock me unconscious and take my place. He saved both your life and mine. Afterwards I woke up here, on the floor of this ship, with a head full of brand new memories which I had never experienced.” By the time Loki had finished explaining he was stood right before his brother, who by now had tears gathered in his own eyes as they took in Loki’s appearance. He looked exactly as he had the last time Thor saw him, he was wearing the same outfit, his hair was the same length and he even had the same marks of dirt and ash smudged on his face.

Without hesitation Thor pulled Loki into his chest. At first Loki was startled by the sudden show of affection and flinched, but he soon relaxed into his brothers hold and slowly brought his own arms across Thor’s broad back to return his embrace. Loki did his best to ignore his brothers scratchy beard irritating his neck as Thor hooked his chin over his shoulder.

While the brothers were sharing a moment, Donna quietly slipped out of the control room, she encouraged the Doctor to make himself scarce as well by subtly waving her hand in a ‘come here’ motion by her side. He didn’t need to be told twice, as he never knew what to do with himself when others were sharing a moment in front of him, escaping was the best option.

Once the pair were in the corridor Donna informed the Doctor that she was going to check on you and the Doctor escaped once again, as he diverted down another corridor, leaving Donna to seek you out on her own.

The very first place she checked for you was your bedroom and that’s exactly where you were, sat quietly on the foot of your bed as you fidgeted with your hands over your lap. You were no longer crying, she noticed, but you still made the occasional sniffle which indicated that you had only stopped not so long ago.

Donna didn’t say anything as she apprehensively invited herself into the room, she treated the space delicately, as if the slightest movement would destroy it like a house of cards, her feet barely made a sound as she tip toed towards you and the springs of your mattress squeaked as faintly as a mouse as she lowered herself down right by your side.

“It’s nice that Loki reunited with his brother.” Donna kept her voice soft and gentle, as anything else would have felt inappropriate in that moment.

You simply nodded your head in response as you kept your eyes focused on your intertwined hands over your lap.

“I see the way you look at this new Loki,” Donna mused and you lifted your head in interest of her observations. “Like he killed your cat and then pissed in your cornflakes.”

You only huffed and lowered your head.

“The only reason he is alive is because my Loki isn’t.” You shook your head. “I think I am allowed to be, at the very least, a little bit resentful of that.”

“That’s fair.” Donna nodded, “but you have also been offered something a lot of people would kill for.”

“And what’s that?” You asked through a cynical scoff of a laugh, wondering what kind of silver lining Donna could have possibly found in this situation.

“A second chance.” She answered as if it were obvious.

You let her words settle between the two of you as you pondered over them for a moment before you eventually shook your head, with an unreadable expression.

“Even if I wanted it, which I don’t, he has already told me he isn’t interested.” You told your auntie.

“He said that to you?” Donna leaned towards you, almost as if she couldn’t believe what you were telling her and when you confirmed it with a nod, she wrapped her hand around yours and rose from your bed, muttering something under her breath you didn’t quite catch as she pulled you along with her.

You were beyond mortified as you stumbled along behind her while she lead you out of your bedroom and down the corridor in the direction of the control room.

***

When Thor pulled back from the embrace, he held Loki by his shoulders, while Loki maintained a stiff exterior with tense shoulders as he stared at his brother with narrowed eyes and his brows pulled into a frown.

“What?” Loki prompted Thor when he could sense that he was thinking something.

“I never thought I would see the day that my brother, the God of Mischief, would court a midgardian.” Thor smiled, a proud smile to which Loki rolled his eyes and stepped back from his hold.

“Not me, the other Loki. Why would I have any interest in a midgardian I barely know?” Loki explained as he avoided looking at Thor in favour of inspecting the console, which caused him to miss Thor’s frown.

“The other you put those memories in your mind for a reason and you’re just going to throw it all away?” Thor followed Loki around the console, trying to encourage him to meet his eyes.

“She doesn’t want me here anyway.” Loki admitted which made Thor’s face twist with offence on his brothers behalf.

“When did she tell you that?” Thor asked his brother and Loki quickly realised that this bothered Thor far more than it had bothered him, but he allowed his brother to have his moment.

“Just before.” Loki answered with little interest, what he didn’t expect was for Thor’s hand to wrap around his wrist in order to drag him deeper into the TARDIS.

Loki dug his heels into the ground in an attempt to halt his brother, while his protests fell on deaf ears.

“Thor, you’re behaving like a barbarian. This is humiliating. I don’t even want to stay here.” Loki tried to get through to his older brother but it was no use.

When Loki heard your voice echoing down the corridor, he silenced his protests so he could hear what you were saying.

“Donna, stop! It doesn’t matter, I couldn’t care less about what he thinks.” He heard you tell your auntie, as your footsteps grew closer.

Eventually the four of you collided at a corner where two corridors met and before either you or Loki could speak, Donna and Thor were talking over each other.

“My brother tells me you don’t make him feel welcome here.”

“Why are you telling my niece you’re not interested in her?”

“Because it’s true.” Loki answered matter-of-factly, while at the same time you said, “I didn’t mean to make him feel unwelcome, it’s just- it’s not exactly easy to be around him.”

“She at least deserves a chance.” Donna had immediately answered Loki, at the same time you spoke.

“I’m not here to fill the place her Loki left behind.” Loki answered Donna just as you told her, “Donna, just drop it!”

“Then why did he give you all his memories?” Donna ignored you and Thor backed up her argument, “that’s what I said! The other Loki wanted you to have his memories for a reason.”

“Whatever his reason was doesn’t matter, it is entirely my choice what I decide to do with them.” Loki insisted. “Now my brother and I will be on our way.”

“No.” Thor spoke in a low tone, which caused Loki to freeze halfway through his turn to march away.

“What now?” Loki sighed with a roll of his eyes.

“I can’t let you throw this away without giving it a chance.” Thor told his brother.

“What are you suggesting, brother.” Loki turned around to face Thor with a tilt of his head.

“I will refuse to let you leave with me unless you give this a fair chance. Just explore his memories a little, get to know the person the other version of yourself fell for, perhaps there will still be something there for the both of you.”

You and Loki remained silent as you both thought about Thor’s suggestion, although it felt wrong to ‘replace’ your Loki, he had given him his memories and told you to take care of him, perhaps giving him a chance was the fair thing to do for the both of you but you didn’t dare show any reaction to Thor’s ultimatum on the surface.

“May I speak with you for a moment?” Loki feigned politeness, as he took his brother by the crook of his elbow and pulled him a few paces down the corridor where they began talking with their backs turned to you and Donna.

“Are you out of your mind, I said I don’t want to stay here, why can’t I just go with you?” Loki muttered under his breath to his brother.

“The other you developed these friendships, he had a relationship and I think he wanted you to have them or at least have the chance to explore them and how do you know you won’t one day regret walking away from them? At least if you give it a try, you won’t forever be asking yourself ‘what if?’” Thor whispered back.

“This is a terrible idea.” Loki protested, “I already know I will hate it.”

“Just take her on one date. If it doesn’t change your mind-”

“It won’t change my mind.”

“If it doesn’t change your mind, then you can leave. I think that’s fair.” Thor told him and Loki contemplated it with a swift glance towards you from over his shoulder.

“Fine.” Loki answered with a sigh.

“You won’t regret it.” Thor patted Loki’s shoulder with a smile, which his brother responded to with a glare.

[winchesters-favorite-girl]

Flatline-Part Four

A/N: Jensen and his sixteen year old daughter get into an argument before she goes out for a night with some friends. A few hours later, Jensen gets a call that is going to change his family’s life forever.

Word Count: 1,733

Warnings: Car accident, angst

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Jensen sat silently in the waiting room, glancing up every time someone went into the back of the medical surgical intensive care unit where his daughter laid. He wanted to be back there with you but hospital staff still wouldn’t let him. He just wanted to see you, he needed to see you breathing with his own two eyes.

“Are you sure I can’t get you a coffee or anything?” The woman at the front desk asked. She had been observing Jensen since he arrived to the unit’s waiting room. At first he had been nervous, pacing and refusing to sit down. Then he became angry, coming up to her every fifteen minutes asking her what was taking so long. Now he appeared to be exhausted and in need of a bed to pass out on.

Looking up at the woman Jensen shook his head, “No thank you, I just need to be back there with my daughter.” He replied.

Giving him a kind smile she nodded her head, “It shouldn’t be much longer, if they haven’t given the okay in a half hour I’ll call them to see what’s going on.”

“Thank you.” Jensen responded, thankful for her kindness. The lady returned to her desk, leaving Jensen alone with his thoughts and his phone that seemed to be going off every few minutes with someone wanting to know what happened or was asking for an update.

Letting out a sigh he rubbed his face with both his hands before resting his head in his hands as he tried to wrap his mind around what was happening. In a matter of hours his life was turned upside down. Twelve hours ago he was living the dream; amazing job, wealth, a beautiful family, now he was stuck in a nightmare that he desperately wanted to wake up from.

“Now she might cry a little, but that’s very normal, my son is ten and still gets upset every time he has to get a shot.” The doctor warned Jensen as your father nervously watched your doctor tap the shot she was about to give you. He had one hand placed on your exposed tummy to keep you safe and was softly rubbing it to keep you calm, or maybe he was doing it to keep himself calm.

It was time for your immunizations and at two months old Jensen was extremely nervous to watch your doctor stick the large needle into your small body.

“It’ll be okay honey.” Jensen’s mother, your grandmother, Donna, told him as she placed her hand on his shoulder. Jensen had asked her to come along for help since he was still a new father, but Donna suspected he wanted her there to provide emotional support.

“She’s just so little.” Jensen mumbled as he continued to eye the needle in the doctor’s hand.

“I know, but she needs these to make sure she doesn’t get sick in the future. She won’t even remember this, there will just a few tears that daddy cuddles will cure.” Donna told him with a smile.

“You ready?” The doctor asked, looking at Jensen to confirm he was okay.

Nodding his head Jensen kept his hand on your stomach but moved his other hands so that it was cupping the top of your head in a comforting nature, “It’ll be okay babygirl, just a few pinches and we’ll blow this joint.”

The doctor shot Donna a knowing look before gently gripping your leg to give you the first injection, which caused you to let out a wail unlike any Jensen had heard from you before. His head shot up to look at the doctor, angered that the shot had caused you to react in such a way.

“I thought it wasn’t supposed to hurt her too mcuh!” Jensen cried out, glancing back to his mother for support.

“Jay, honey, you never know how a baby is going to react. I promise it’s not hurting her that much.” Donna tried to comfort her son.

Grabbing another shot the doctor grabbed the same leg and did another injection, which caused you to let out another wail. “I promise Mr. Ackles, it hurts for a moment and then it goes away. It’s not a pleasant feeling but I assure you that she’ll be okay.”

You continued to lay there crying as Jensen did his best to comfort you, “I’m sorry small fry.” He said as he placed kisses on your cheek, “It’ll be over soon.”

The doctor picked up your other leg before injecting it, this time you only let out a small cry, making Jensen think you were calming down.

“Only one more.” The doctor told your family as she grabbed the last immunization. Again, she gently gripped onto your leg and gave you the last shot, which caused you to let out the loudest wait yet.

“Oh babygirl.” Jensen said as he picked you up and comforted you in his arms, “I’m so sorry, Daddy let the mean doctor give you shots but I promise it was for a good reason.” He dramatically told you as he rocked you in his arms.

Your doctor let out a laugh as she approached you with multiple band-aids, “Let me just put these on, you can take them off later tonight.” She placed them on your legs before giving you a small pat on your back, “Good job Y/N, you were brave. I won’t have to see you for another two months when we get to do this all over again,”

“Two months?” Jensen stated in an unbelieving tone that caused Donna and the doctor to laugh.

“Yup, gotta get these vaccines done and then I’ll be seeing her less and less.” She explained, throwing away the trash, “I’ll see you later Y/N, Jensen, Donna, you take care.”

Donna leaned down and picked up your car seat while Jensen grabbed the diaper bag with you still in his arms, “Well I can tell you one thing Mom, this one’s gonna hate going to the doctor.”

“Daddy,” You whined as you cradled your arm in the opposite hand, “It really hurts!”

“I know sweetheart,” Jensen replied while he gently pushed your back so that you were following the nurse, “Those people took a picture of your arm to see if it’s broken, once they know what’s wrong with it they’ll be able to make it better.”

“But I don’t want it to be broken, I need it!” Your six year old voice cried out in the middle of the emergency room.

“If it is it’ll be okay, they can fix it. I promise.” Your father assured you as you returned behind the curtain the nurse led you too.

“The doctor will be over as soon as he reads the x-ray.” The nurse told your father before leaving.

Jensen carefully helped you onto the bed before taking a seat on a swivel chair a few feet away. You laid down quietly as you continued to cradle your arm, only now it was laid across your chest with your opposite hand supporting your elbow.

“You can take a nap if you want to honey.” Jensen said to you as he noticed your eyes were becoming heavy.

“Can’t.” You mumbled, “Not comfortable.”

“Want me to get another pillow to rest your arm under?” He asked.

You shook your head.

“You want some water?”

Again, you shook your head.

“Food?”

With another shake of your head Jensen sighed.

“What do you want me to do to help ya kiddo?” He questioned.

You were silent for a moment before speaking, “Will you hold me?” You asked in a quiet voice.

Jensen was surprised for a moment before standing up, “Of course I will sweetheart.” Maneuvering you so that your arm wasn’t jostled, Jensen slid in beside you before lifting you up so that you were on his lap with your head and injured arm leaning against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and your uninjured arm was resting on his.

“Comfy?”

“Mmmhmmm,” You replied, holding onto your father tightly “I was scared.”

Jensen felt his heart crack at your words, “Scared of what?”

“The doctor kept hurting me when he poked my arm, I don’t like doctors. I was scared you were gonna leave me in that room and not come back.” You revealed.

“I had to babygirl, it’s the rules in the x-ray area.” Jensen told you, wanting to make sure you knew he didn’t want to leave you, “I promise you there’s nowhere you can go that I won’t follow you.” Jensen placed a kiss on your forehead, “You never have to be scared when I’m around, okay?”

“Okay.”

“She hates doctors.” Jensen mumbled as he continued to stare off into space.

“Uhh, Mr. Ackles.” The ICU visitor desk manager said, giving him a curious look.

Shaking his head Jensen brought himself back to reality, “Yes?”

“Y/N is settled in her room now, you can go back if you’d like.” She told him with a soft smile.

“Thank you.” Jensen replied as he shot up and took the visitor badge that she was holding out to him.

“You’re welcome, you’ll go through those doors and to the left. She’s in room 4509, her nurse will be right outside the room; she’ll probably want to speak with you for a moment.” She let him know.

Jensen entered the doors after he was buzzed in and followed the hall to room 4509 where a woman wearing scrubs was just closing the door.

“Oh, you must be Mr. Ackles.” The woman introduced herself, “My name is Cassie, I’m Y/N’s nurse today.”

“Jensen,” Your father introduced himself, “Can I see her?”

“Of course,” Cassie responded, “You can spend some time with her and I’ll be there to answer any questions I can. Will this be your first time seeing her since she was admitted?” Nodding his head Cassie gave Jensen a small smile, “Okay, I want to warn you, it’s gonna be a bit of a shock. She’s been through a lot, she’s got bruises, there are wires and tubes everywhere.”

“Okay.” Jensen replied, flashes of you broken in a bed, his worst nightmare was crossing his mind.

Cassie opened the door and Jensen couldn’t move from where he stood as he took the sight of you in.

Even his nightmares weren’t this bad.

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[darveyfics]

Halloween is Darvey’s one year dating anniversary.

Darvey’s one year anniversary :)

“On the First Day of Halloween…”

“You look happy.” Her voice is soft, cradling his cheek in her hand, her eyes raking over his features in the dim light of their room as they lay side by side.

The corner of his eyes crinkle even more, the grin he’s been sporting for the last couple of hours now a permanent feature. He uses the hand that’s draped over her body to pull her closer to him. “That’s because I am.”

Donna mirrors his smile, a warmth settling low in her stomach, tears threatening to spill out. “I was a little nervous.” She confesses quietly.

He creases his brow. “Why?”

Shrugging, she lets out a sigh. “Just- it’s only been a year since this started and I wasn’t sure if it was the right time…” Her voice trails off, suddenly appearing shy.

“Donna,” he begins, inching closer to her, “this has been fourteen years in the making.” He searches her eyes, trying to gauge every emotion that’s currently pulling at her seams.

“I know,” she whispers, “still, I half expected you to freak.”

Harvey chuckles. “Well, I almost did, but- I’ve wanted this for so long, whether or not I could admit it to myself at first.”

She hums in response, fingers softly tracing over his face, slightly aged with a few crease lines. “You think we’re up for it?”

He takes a moment to gaze at her for a while longer, noticing for the first time that night how her skin is glowing- her skin flushed from their recent love-making and status.

Suddenly he’s moving, looming over her and inching his way down her naked body, lips trailing every inch of skin he meets.

A giggle overtakes her then, joy bubbling up from within when she feels him making his way south, his slight stubble tickling her in the process. “Harvey, what the hell are you doing?”

He pauses when he reaches her stomach, brown eyes gazing up to meet hers. Goosebumps align her skin when he begins a soft caress on either side of her waist line.

She notices his eyes shining, the light protruding into their room from the full moon outside giving her the perfect vantage point.

Holding her gaze for a second longer, Harvey leans down to press a gentle kiss to her abdomen, immediately resulting in the tears she had been trying to keep at bay to fall.

“We’re going to be parents, Donna.” His voice is all awe and disbelief, even hours after that knowledge had fallen on his lap.

She gives him a watery smile, eyes clouded over as she quietly replies. “I know.”

“We’re going to have a baby.” That boyish glee is back and she can’t help let her own Cheshire Cat-like smile overtake her.

“We are.” She laughs, unable to not let all of the emotions spill out of her at once.

Donna had left work first that night, leaving Harvey to finish making a deal with a new client. He had given her an apologetic smile, hating that they had spent the majority of their one year anniversary hard at work, trying to keep the firm afloat.

It hadn’t been all work and no play, however. He had woken her up that morning with his hands and lips roaming, bringing about a string of sighs and moans from her, until she was quivering in his arms.

They had shared one final kiss before they left for work that morning, the promise of a romantic dinner and a special surprise on his lips as soon as they had parted.

Except, if there was anything either of them were too familiar with by now was that nothing ever came easily or expected at Specter Litt. So when a client they had recently lost came all but crawling back to make a deal in their favor, their hands were tied and they had no choice but to spend hours grinding out the perfect deal, or as close to it as possible.

Normally, she wouldn’t have minded that their plans had been shot, had seen it happen too many times in the months that they had been together. It bothered her, but she wouldn’t mind, seeing as how they would still spend the night and morning together. And after years of being apart, denial and fear and exes standing in their way, it was enough to simply have him by her side in the comfort of what they could now call their home.

But tonight was different. Not only was it their anniversary, which just so happened to fall on Halloween- her favorite holiday- but she couldn’t wait to just tell him already.

The news had come to her just a few days before. She had had an inkling feeling- she felt different- physically and emotionally, and so she had called up and set an appointment with her doctor, nerves and anxiety pulling at her at every waking moment.

She had tried her best to mask it from Harvey, knowing if he had pressed too much she would’ve told him and she didn’t want to tell him until she knew for sure.

When the doctor had confirmed the news, she had all but passed out in his office.

“Congratulations, Ms. Paulsen. You’re pregnant.”

She had expected it, she’s Donna, she knows. Still, the news had nearly knocked her over- the confirmation of this new reality overwhelming her.

And she had almost told Harvey that same day, the words on the tip of her tongue when she got home and he greeted her with a smile and a kiss.

“Where were you earlier today?”

“Oh, I met up with Rachel for lunch. Sorry, I forgot to tell you.”

She had lied through her teeth, hating every second of it. But the more she pictured telling him on their anniversary, the more she could justify her little white lie.

She hadn’t even had a present in mind beforehand, deciding to wait it out and let the idea come to her when it did. But when she found out she was pregnant… well, everything changed.

Donna had found herself waltzing into a baby store the following day, located on the corner of a street she frequented to shop for herself. But now, wandering about in this tiny baby boutique, heart in her throat as she surveyed the array of little onesies and minuscule booties, she realized she would now be shopping for someone else- for her child.

One particular item had caught her eye, a low watery chuckle leaving her lips as she tentatively picked it up, deciding it would the perfect choice for her plan.

She was anxious, impatient, to tell Harvey already. The nervous gitters started to eat her up inside the second she stepped into the apartment, the reality of what she was about to do, tell him, coming to fruition.

They hadn’t planned this, on getting pregnant, not now, not before they were married. They weren’t even engaged yet. She knew they were it for each other, knew he knew that too, but still, they had only touched on the subject of marriage and kids once, briefly in a passing conversation when Mike and Rachel had announced that they were expecting their first child.

A comforting sense filled her in that moment. Rachel was now four months pregnant and according to her own doctor, she was a mere three to four weeks along. The idea that their children would probably grow up together brought a warmth to her chest, and she couldn’t wait to share the news with her best friend.

Donna went to grab Harvey’s gift from the inside of the closet, hidden just behind a row of her heels. She sighed as she stared down at the simple white box, an orange ribbon tying it together for a nice touch. She was tempted to peak inside, just to catch another glimpse of the soft cotton that gave weight to the reminder that she was currently expecting her best friend’s baby.

The sound of keys and the door being unlocked shook her out of her thoughts, and she heaved out a breath, momentarily collecting herself before she headed out to greet him, the small square box hidden behind her.

“Hey, sorry that took so long, Geller wanted to make sure we went over every detail of the deal before we closed. Twice.” He rolled his eyes, walking the short steps to meet her in the living room. “I know we’d be cutting it short, but we can still try to make our reservation?” He raised his eyebrows at her in question, face ridden with guilt for having taken so long.

She smiled at him. “That’s okay, I uh, I actually wanted to… give you something.” She brought her hand forward, his eyes immediately landing on the small white box she held.

Harvey grinned, taking the present from her tentatively. “What is this?”

“Your anniversary gift.” She breathed out, suddenly finding herself getting dizzy, the temperature around her seeming to rise ten-fold.

He eyed her for a moment, an amused and intrigued smile on his lips. His gaze dropped to the small box in his hands, studying it at every angle.

“How’s that x-ray vision working for you?” She quirked an eyebrow at him, trying to tamper down some of her impatience.

Harvey chuckled, finally making quick work of the ribbon, settling it down on the coffee table before opening the box.

His forehead creased, confusion written in his face when he reached inside, taking hold of the small item.

“Um, Donna?” He set the box on the table now, holding up the tiny onesie in front of him. “I don’t think this fits me…” He joked.

His eyes scanned over the white onesie, a couple of jack-o-lanterns adorning it.

Donna resisted to the urge to roll her eyes, lips turned thin as she tilted her head. Her boyfriend couldn’t be that dense, could he?

“Harvey, turn it around.”

He gave her a quizzical look before obeying, turning the small material in his hands, immediately reading the words that stared at him.

Baby’s first Halloween.

His head immediately shot up, eyes wide.

“For next year.” She told him softly, a shy smile on her face.

He swallowed. “You’re…?”

Donna nodded, her eyes stinging with the tears she felt coming.

“And we’re…?”

Again, she nodded, letting a wider smile take over. “I’m pregnant, Harvey.”

He let out a breath then, the air rushing out of him all at once, eyes glancing between his girlfriend and the small material he now held in a firm grip.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, trying and failing to find the proper words, his heart caught in his throat, feeling it constricting with every breath he took.

“Harvey? Say something.” She felt herself growing worried then, any usual quip lost in the sea of the concern now filtering through her mind.

“We’re- we’re having a baby?” His voice was low, etched in disbelief and awe.

“I’m about four weeks along.” She confirmed softly.

His eyes clouded over then, shining with tears as her words sunk in.

He took a step toward her, hands holding onto her waist, thumbs subconsciously running circles on her stomach. “I-” He swallowed back his words once more, emotions drowning him from the inside out.

She tried to gauge his reaction carefully, eyes studying his features, trying to ascertain what he was thinking. For as much as she always seemed to know what he was feeling, she found herself completely uncertain in that moment.

Before she could dwell on it any longer, his lips were on her in a flash, catching her by surprise. It took her a mere second to catch up, her arms winding around him as he held her close to him, his mouth hot yet gentle against her. She felt more tears prickling behind her eyes, a near sob catching in her throat at his lips moved against her own.

He parted from her then. “We’re having a baby?” He chuckled, eyes still gleaming with tears as he questioned her again.

Donna nodded. “You managed to knock me up, Specter.”

His smile widened even more, leaning in to meet her in a kiss again, their teeth nearly clashing in the process.

“I- can’t believe it.” He breathed out, forehead meeting hers.

“Believe it, mister.” She murmured against him.

“When did you find out?”

“A few days ago, um, remember when I said I went to have lunch with Rachel?” He nodded. “I actually went to the doctors.” She bit her lip, waiting for his reply.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He inquired.

She shrugged. “I thought I’d wait to tell you on our anniversary.”

His expression grew softer, swallowing back more emotions that kept bubbling in him then. “That was one hell of a present, Paulsen.”

Donna shook her head. “I just can’t believe you didn’t get the message as soon as you opened the box.”

“I thought it was a joke,” he playfully defended, “You did call me a man-child last week.”

She lets a small chuckle leave her then. “So, I take it you’re okay with this?” Donna raised her eyebrows, her earlier nerves seeping into her again despite his reactions thus far.

“I don’t think it could be possible for me to feel happier than I do right now.”

They had spent the better part of their night celebrating, thoroughly, continuously. He had taken his time, making sure he was gentle with her, much to her appreciation and annoyance.

“I’m pregnant, Harvey, not a porcelain doll. I get that you want to be careful, but you need to hurry up and fuck me already.”

That was when he realized there was little chance of surviving with a pregnant Donna by his side. He briefly mulled over the idea of calling Mike later to ask him if there was a husband-of-pregnant-women support group he could join.

Still, he wasn’t about to complain.

“You know, I just realized I never gave you my anniversary gift.” Harvey teases, inching his way back up, resting his head on his elbow as he gazed at her, hand automatically resting on her stomach.

Donna raised her eyebrow at him. “Oh, don’t think I forgot. Cough it over, mister.”

He chuckles. “Well, I think it’ll pale in comparison to yours.”

She lets out a loud laugh. “Don’t think that’s going to get you out of giving it to me. Come on, don’t keep your pregnant girlfriend waiting.” She makes a gesture with her hand, signaling him to get up and retrieve her present.

A dramatic sigh escapes him, leaning down to her stomach again. “Your mommy is so bossy.” He whispers the words, making it seem like it was a secret between him and their unborn child. He kisses her stomach then, before standing up and heading over to his dresser, opening up his bottom drawer.

She snorts, sitting up straighter in bed. “Funny, considering you’re my boss.”

“And do you always listen to what I say?” He lifts an eyebrow, hands behind his back as he approaches her again.

She smirks. “Touché.”

He shifts in place when he reaches the bed again, a sigh escaping him as small nerves begin to rise within him. “Okay, so, keep in mind that I had no idea you were pregnant when I planned this, obviously, but uh, yeah, happy anniversary.” He gives her a sheepish smile, handing over the large envelope he held in his hands.

She took the white paper in her hands, her forehead knit as curiosity and intrigue seeped into her. Carefully, she poured the contents out onto her lap.

“Harvey…” She gasps.

“I know, it’s- probably not all feasible now, but…” His voice trails off, watching her mouth slightly open, eyes staring at the two tickets she held in her hands.

“You bought us tickets to Paris?” Donna squealed, disbelief dripping with each word. He had seemed coy about his present, vague and insufferable as he teased her for days, telling her she wouldn’t expect it. She had rolled her eyes, a list of possibilities already forming in her mind. But this- she never saw coming.

“Yeah,” Harvey sighed, giving her a soft smile before settling next to her in bed again. “They’re for next month, I thought we’d leave right after Thanksgiving. Though… now that you’re pregnant,” he pauses to give her hand a squeeze, his smile widening as the realization hits him all over again, “I’m not sure if we can still go…”

“Why the hell not?” She challenges him, an edge to her voice.

“I- well- because you’re pregnant.” He fumbles with his words, knowing full well he had to tread lightly.

She raises her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue, hoping he had another excuse in him.

“…and we don’t know if you’re going to have morning sickness, and if it’ll be bad, or if you’ll be feeling uncomfortable, so… maybe we should postpone?” He suggests, slightly wincing at the daggers she was sending his way.

“What, you think we should wait until after I have the baby? Schlep on over to the most romantic city with a child?”

“Well-”

“And I am not leaving our baby with someone while we’re in another, continent, Harvey, it’s not happening.” Her words were final, a motherly instinct already starting to sink into her.

His lips turn thin then, defeat covering his features. “So, what do you suggest?”

“I say we go next month, celebrate our anniversary and,” she places their hands on her stomach, “this little one, before I get ready to pop.”

Harvey chuckles, eyes bright as he watches her fierce determination set it. “Okay,” he agrees softly, “we’ll go next month, but if you’re sure…”

“You know, it’s bad luck to argue with your pregnant girlfriend.”

He smirks. “Is it now?”

She nods. “More so on Halloween.”

“Well, it’s already past midnight, so that doesn’t count.”

She raises her eyebrow at him. “Is that you arguing with me?”

“You’re something else, you know that?” He shakes his head, a dumbstruck smile on his lips.

Donna shrugs nonchalantly. “I am the mother of your child now, so…”

And just like that, reality washes over him again, a tsunami of emotions hitting him at once.

“Have I mentioned how happy I am?” The soft timbre in his voice runs through her like honey, warming her from the inside out.

She bites her lip, trying for some semblance of control. “You have.” She tells him softly.

He leans over then, his lips meeting hers in a delicate kiss, a groan escaping him when she tries to deepen the kiss.

“Wait,” he parts from her suddenly, watching as she gives him an exasperated look.

“Harvey…” She warns him, voice low and dangerous.  Again, he doesn’t think he’s going to survive this pregnancy.

“Just- I wanted to say I love you. And happy anniversary, Donna.”

Her features soften, her hazel eyes threatening to spill with tears again. Was it too early for pregnancy hormones?

“Right back you,” she grins, pulling him down for another kiss, the need to be closer to him again increasing by the second, “and for the record?” she notes between kisses, “Best. Halloween. Ever.”