#mommy and swaddle set

[comfymommy]

Can Pragnant Women Wear Mask ? - COMFY MOMMY – ComfyMommyShop

Pregnant women with COVID-19, who have pre-existing medical conditions, like diabetes or chronic high vital sign, or those that are older or overweight, also are more likely to suffer severe health complications thanks to COVID-19. The research says all people, including pregnant women, can wear masks once they are public to slow the spread of COVID-19. Wearing of the mask is recommended because studies have shown that folks can spread the virus before showing any symptoms.

ARE FACE MASKS SAFE DURING PREGNANCY?

Worldwide, many pregnant women wear masks at work, including the widely used N95 respirator with a filtering mask. The N95 respirator restricts normal airflow, so a lady may need to breathe harder while wearing it. A question that arises in our mind, does an N95 filtering mask put more physical stress on a pregnant woman who wears it?

But the research says whether pregnant women who wear an N95 respirator have different health effects than women who are not pregnant. Researchers took steps to make sure that the tests did not themselves create a risk for harm. They monitored 16 pregnant and 16 non-pregnant voluntary participants for pulse rate, pressure level, fetal pulse, and other indicators of heart and lung function. The research includes an hour of alternating sitting, standing, and moderate exercise on a stationary bicycle, both with and without a filtering mask.

However, both pregnant and non-pregnant women wearing the respirator mask had a mild—but significant—increase within the heart resting or pressure. The provisional increase did not affect heart and lung function, so it is unlikely to cause health problems in healthy women.

HOW CAN PREGNANT WOMEN SAVE THEMSELVES FROM GETTING COVID-19?

Pregnant women should do similar things in the general public to avoid infection. You will help stop the spread of COVID-19 by taking these actions-

Cover your cough (using your elbow may be a useful technique).

Avoid people that are sick.

Clean your hands often using alcohol-based hand sanitizer or soap and water.

Stay at home or a minimum of six feet faraway from people who do not sleep in your home.

Avoid public gatherings and individuals with symptoms.

Maintain an appropriate social distance (6 feet) and wear a mask if you will not maintain distance.

What if I am a pregnant health care worker exposed to Coronavirus?

Ans- At present, pregnant patients should observe similar precautions and procedures. All other healthcare workers are instructed to look after their employee health or infection prevention and control departments for guidance on PPE.

CAN COVID-19 CAUSE PROBLEMS FOR A PREGNANCY?

Ans- We do not know at this point if COVID-19 would cause problems during pregnancy or affect the health of the baby after birth. It is essential to possess an idea in place and brace oneself for you and your family's best health. Do not panic, but know enough and stay informed to understand when the time is right, if necessary, to take proper action.

[luveline]

Spencer’s oldest child (either with reader or previous relationship) wanting to help out with readers baby!

“So…” 

“So,” Spencer echoes, hooking Amy under the arms before she can wriggle away. He props her on the counter, cloth already in hand. 

“About the baby.” 

“What about the baby?” he asks, encouraging her head back gently to wipe her mouth. She’s covered in butter and omelette, a chive stuck to her chin. 

“You know how she’s little?” 

“Yes.” Spencer wipes her face clean very gently. It’s not a good plan, Amy wriggles and squirms away from the warm water and it takes a long time, but Spencer can’t bring himself to be rough. “She’s really little. I know all about it.” 

“And mom is tired.” 

Spencer grins. “Yes, mom is tired.” 

“Can I look after the baby? ‘Cos I’m big?” 

Spencer isn’t in the habit of lying to her, perhaps to the detriment of his own easy life. “Probably not. You are getting bigger, but she’s so little she’s actually quite fragile. We have to be careful to hold her the right way, and to carry her gently, because she’s not done forming. You don’t have the dexterity to do this all the time. Plus, she’s heavy.” Spencer puts the cloth aside. He leans down enough to be face to face with Amy, puckered up for a kiss. 

Amy frowns. Spencer kisses her damp cheek. 

“I do too have dex-trity.” 

“What do you want to do?” 

“I want to look after the baby.” 

“Then who will look after me?” Spencer asks cheekily. 

“Mom.” 

“Okay. Listen,” he takes her face carefully into his hand, wiping at the place where he’d kissed affectionately, “there are ways you can help with the baby. Lots of ways! Stuff we already do, like making dinner, and stuff we’ve been doing to help mom, like washing her clothes and watering her plants.” 

“I love mom so I water the plants, that’s not the baby.” 

“I know,” he says, rubbing her cheek. “That’s why I do it too. But I promise it helps mommy more than you realise when we do this stuff for her.” 

“Let’s do something else.” 

“Like what?” 

“I don’t know.” 

Spencer opens his arms for her and she latches on like his baby sloth. He used to say it to her all the time, how she was his lazy sloth pup, always on his chest. “How about we ask?” 

He carries her out of the kitchen and upstairs to find you, only you’re not where they left you in the master bedroom. Instead, you're sitting on the floor of Amy’s bedroom with the baby swaddled to your chest. “Oh, hey, it’s big Reid and little Reid.”  

“What Reid does that make you?” Spencer asks. 

“I’m ambiguously sized Reid.” You look down at the baby. “And this is tiny Reid.” 

“What are you doing?” Amy asks. 

“I’m cleaning up your humongous mess, angel.”

“What!” Amy shouts. Spencer laughs at her outburst. “Mom, I’m supposed to help you!” 

“Says who?” 

“Says me! Daddy, put me down.” 

Spencer obliges her and sets her down. Amy runs to you and takes the doll from your hand, to your surprise, sweeping the pile of her dolls away, mixing the ones you’d redressed with naked and ragged ones. You cover the baby’s back, sighing. Spencer knows from experience those dolls are finicky. 

“I was just trying to help,” you say, pouting at her. “It was a big mess, you can’t do it all by yourself, you’re just my little girl.” 

Spencer appreciates the way you say it. It’s good to love someone, but it feels like great luck to have fallen in love with a mom who couldn’t adore her children more than you do. He wanted kids so badly, and your love for them cements a great decision. Amy doesn’t feel so lucky, throwing herself against the side of her bed with a dramatic, forlorn whine. 

You tip your head back as Spencer kneels by your side. “What’s wrong?” you ask. 

He pulls the swaddle from the baby’s face to see her. She’s awake but quiet. Recognition lights her features when she notices his poking, giving him a gurgling smile. “Nothing’s wrong,” he says to you. “Amy just wants to help today, ‘cos she’s our lovely girl.” His voice turns to sweetness as the baby’s smile widens. “Hello, angel. Hi, hi, hi.” 

“You wanna help me?” you ask. 

Amy pulls her face up from her messy bed sheets. “Yes, please.” 

“Well, nobody’s given me a hug in a while.” 

“I want to help with the baby!” 

“Nobody’s given her a cuddle today, either.” 

“She’s cuddling you right now!” 

“She’s just resting. What she needs is a good hug and a good kiss.” You stretch your legs out in front of you and reach back to pull at the swaddle. Spencer helps before you can stretch your shoulder in the wrong way, taking the fabric down your arms and releasing you from its confines. You cup the baby’s weight in one hand, her head the other, and slide her into your arm. “Come on, best big sister. Come and hold her for me.” 

Amy rushes to do as you’ve said. Spencer smiles to himself and pulls the mound of dolls toward him —there’s a lot of work to do in here, you weren’t kidding about the mess. 

You put the baby in Amy’s lap. 

“Now,” you say, leaning into Spencer’s, arms opening expectantly, “for me?” 

Spencer can’t wait to abandon the doll and bend down over you. He almost pokes your kidney out with a Barbie, but he’s never been any good at resisting you when you ask for a cuddle. It’s not your most comfortable embrace, and yet it’s as perfect as any other, his laugh lost in your shoulder, wrapping his arms behind your back. 

“Keep an eye on the babies,” you whisper. 

Spencer checks that Amy’s holding the baby the right way and makes you into a Reid sandwich. “She told me she is too dexterous.” 

“Did you imply she wasn’t?” 

“I said,” he relents, smiling to himself as you squeeze his waist, “that she’s not dexterous enough to carry the baby all day long.” 

“But how do you know?” 

“I read a couple parenting books a few years ago, I tend to have a pretty good memory.” 

“Do you remember how to rub my back?” you tease, softly, still a little shy after all these years. 

Spencer rubs your back. Amy babbles loving nonsense at the baby for a few minutes, and then complains of being bored and wanting another omelette. 

[geltears]

heart throb

Nanami Kento x Reader

Nanami basks in the presence of his wife, his toddler and precious newborn daughter -> @suyacho girl!dad collab entry

prequel: 3’s a crowd (smut)

cw: dad!Nanami, wife!reader, toddlers & newborns, tooth rotting fluff, slight suggestiveness

Shhh.

Nanami ushers your 5 year old through the door, shushing her and rubbing one of his big hands gently over her head, ruffling the not-so-neat up-do you sent her off with this morning.

The house is silent and cold save for the heat radiating from the kitchen where he knows you've already made dinner and left it on the stove to cool. He swoons at the sight of you when he finally spots you cuddling your newborn on the rocking chair, both your faces scrunched in peaceful delight as you sleep.

"Mommy?" Namiko's whisper isn't as quiet as she hoped and her baby sister begins to stir in your hold, small legs kicking softly at the pink blanket swaddling her.

"Hi baby, how was school?" you coo at her, beckoning her over as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

Subconsciously, you begin to bounce the restless baby in your arms, causing your husband to grin widely at you, pearly white teeth joining the other features on his handsome face.

Nanami watches with pure love and adoration as you shift to fit your toddler into your side, so carefully that your 4-month old just lovingly blinks at her father. His shirt is impossibly tight as warmth blooms in his chest for you and your daughters.

His sweet girls.

Namiko begins to babble about her day to you, most of it nonsensical and completely exaggerated but you smile at her anyway and tickle her belly to make her burst into a fit of giggles as you gush over the details with her. When you finally take notice of your poor husband it's because he's making faces at the baby and his googly eyes have become almost impossible to ignore.

"Hi Ken," you say, leaning to press a wet kiss to his cheek teasingly, "You having fun making faces at Keiko?"

Kento pokes his tongue out at you and Keiko gurgles as she attempts to copy her papa, spit bubbling out the corners of her mouth instead. Ever a daddy's girl, she starts to make grabby hands at him.

He scoops her up and spins around as he cradles her protectively to his chest, making her squeal out more delightful baby sounds and kick her feet wildly.

Keiko is such a strong baby, or so Nanami says as he winces playfully and clutches his chest in faux defeat. Your baby only stares up at him, blissfully unaware of her father's antics with nothing but pure amazement swimming in her pretty brown doe eyes.

Kento kisses her blonde tuft of hair softly. She's his mini-me, he swears.

"Mommy," Namiko croons in your ear, pawing at your side excitedly. You hum. "Can I hold Keiko, pretty please?"

There's not much you can do when your daughter sets her mind on something, especially when she pouts at you and leans her head into your side, attempting to snuggle closer to you.

Namiko doesn't mind having to sit on the baby play mat or having to put a pillow underneath the area that Keiko hovered over. She just basked in the rare opportunity to hold her baby sister that she had begged her papa for.

Nanami remembers the night vividly.

He had just told Namiko a bed time story and finally gotten her to settle into bed yet she still seemed so quiet and broody, a feeling that he recognised all too well. He would pluck the stars out of the sky and exploit Satorou into doing outlandish things if it meant keeping his girls happy but he couldn't help but be shocked as she popped the sudden question: 'Can I get a baby sister?'

"She's so cute," Namiko gushed. She poked a finger at her sister's belly lightly, giggling when the baby girl flashed her a gummy smile.

While your little girl made baby noises at her sister and rocked her gently, your husband had padded over to sit at the foot of your rocking chair.

He kissed your ankle softly, chuckling when you gasped and tried to shake him off. "Rough day baby? Is Kei still fussing?"

Nanami melded both your feet in his big hands, rubbing and caressing the stress away as you sighed in relief. Your eyebrows furrowed and if it were anyone else but Nanami who had spent countless nights admiring the slope of your face, the faint dark circles under your eyes would go unnoticed.

But it was Nanami, your husband, your love.

His heart ached for you and your sweet baby and her habit of bawling through the day.

"Hm Ken," you mused, one manicured hand coming down to tangle in his hair, "She slept 'til lunch."

Your pause morphs into a guttural groan as Kento presses firmly on your calve, working the stress out of you. "I fed her, pumped some milk for her nightly feed- and then you came home."

"See, she's a sweet girl. Just a lil fussy like our first baby, right?"

You giggle at him, forgetting that under your husband's cold appearance, he was still your sweet and charming Kento who had swooped you off your feet in high school and never let you down since then.

"They get it from you," you insist.

There was much to fix in the Jujutsu world, mischief was amock and perhaps, he could sense danger brewing. But for now and in the comfort of the walls of your home, lined with the scent and memories of his favourite girls, Nanami was at peace.

In the presence of his wife and daughters, there was nothing that could upset Nanami Kento and overpower the love he held for all of you.

.

Ao3

[madsmilfelsen]

I think Rust is neat and all but what drew me in was his HANDS. Idk how to explain it, but something about the way he holds things and articulates makes me just. Stare at them. Like I just Know he has rough hands

alright babe, you want to talk about his hands, let’s talk about his hands via timeline

Obviously living in the bush of Alaska requires a lot of manual labor to survive, skin rubbing raw inside leather gloves, blisters from splitting wood, scars from his knife slipping on salmon (v real, I used to filet 500 salmon a summer and baby…. yew, my left hand has gotten nicked more than once— Travis and Rust had a fish camp on the Copper River, probably across the bridge from Chitna and a touch north, and lived way up river between Slana and Nabesna bc I’m making all this up right now and I said so) etc etc so his hands well worn before he got out, moved back to Texas and meets Claire snared by his weirdo allure and bizarre way of handling things— Sophia comes along and I bet he was washing his hands like a maniac, dry as fuck, probably worried his rough hands might make her fussy so held her with her little swaddling blankets at first (compensated with A LOT of skin to skin time but that’s a different ask), carefully petting her hair with just the tips of his fingers, down the bridge of her nose to make her go to sleep. Sophia loved his hands (like mother like daughter fr) could be occupied when he took her fishing by just letting her sit in his lap to play with his fingers, try on his wedding ring, ask why his nails are shorter than mommy’s or why they aren’t soft like mommy’s, map his calluses, trace the lines of his palms until he set a hook and watched him reel in dinner.

(Addition) hol up, hear me out— Sophia rooting around his bare chest and pacified with the curl of his knuckle, Sophia teething and gnawing on his fingers, Sophia learning to walk with her soft pudgy hands in his, Sophia squealing and giggling as he tickles her round lil tummy, Sophia’s only sitting still to get her hair brushed but only for daddy— Rust’s hands becoming the most abused part of his body after she’s gone

Crash era— this man does not give a shit about his hands, the most treatment they get is when he taped them together after breaking a finger, had a punching bag for obvious reasons and beat the shit out of it no gloves no tape constantly bruised. Not a stranger to working with mechanics (in Alaska, Travis would make sure he could keep his equipment running— boat engines, four wheeler oil changes, changing snow mobile tracks etc) and probably took his bike apart and put it back together just to make sure he could be Authentic, different calluses with new tools, divots in his skin lost to the unforgiving scraping bite of metal, hissing when he gets transmission fluid in his split knuckles

1995– habitual hand washing returns, dry as hell, his wrists probably crack and bleed in the winter (very very very rarely is annoyed enough to actual do something about it, probably had to bleed on one of his files— he’d use Johnson and Johnson baby lotion becuase that’s he only shit he knew, definitely drunk cried about it at least once, before sucking it up and swtiching to Vaseline), pull up bars give calluses at the base of the fingers/tops of the palms, just does calisthenics because who the fuck wants to buy equipment. Does all the upkeep on his truck (and thinking about it, this would be the first time he’d be like Alone alone in a long while, no handlers, no Iron Crusaders, no backstory upkeep, no dad, no wife, probably takes truck parts inside and cleans them on his kitchen counter because no one is there to say what the fuck are you doing— “we don’t mind being alone” okay Okay sure honey) Makes it worse by the talcum powder in his rubber gloves or licking his fingers to go through case files or staying too long in the dry archives where he can’t smoke so probably tapping his mouth, rubbing circles on his knuckles with his thumb or running it along his nails— don’t know what flavor of adhd that man has a strangle hold on but he can’t sit entirely still, fingers moving with the bits of his mind that aren’t occupied to keep himself from distraction, pretending he didn’t lose his patience with his fatherhood.

2002– Laurie :) home girl said that’s enough! Probably got recommendations from surgeons and plys him tins of hand salve, he doesn’t like the greasy feeling, but his girl is askin’ he won’t say no babey!

2012– full circle, back to them Alaskan fishing boat hands, type of hands that snag fabric (my husband isn’t a mechanic but does work with his hands and I can’t wear silk around him) and hair gets caught on, the man does not own a brush, finger combs his hair once a week and puts that shit in a hair tie, done with it.

[natashaslesbian]

Mine All Mine

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N• This is the cutest thing ever istg actual tears in my eyes

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You sat patiently in Colin’s lap waiting for your mommy to come home from work. Today was a shorter work day for Scarlett, a few simple reshoots was all she needed to get done. Your mama was out of the house before Colin woke you up, you hadn’t since Scarlett since you went to bed last night and you missed her so deeply. You sighed deeply “daddy Colin?” You shyly asked, “yeah sweetheart” your stepdad said “when will mommy be home?” You asked once again.

Scarlett and Colin had been married for over a year now and just recently you had started calling Colin ‘daddy Colin’. He was over the moon when you started to except him into your little family, he knew it might never happen and he promised you he would never take the place of your birth father, so you decided you wanted to call him daddy Colin so that way you had two dads. It was a big change for your little brain but Scarlett was so proud of how well you were adapting.

“She should be home any minute now” Colin said “that’s what you said last time” you whined, the seconds feeling like hours. You cuddled into Colin as you continued to focus on your favourite cartoon, fiddling with your step dads sleeve. You were starting to fight off sleep, it being close to your nap time, when finally the front door opened with a gentle click. “Mommy!” You yelled when you saw her blonde hair, leaping off Colin’s lap and running to Scarlett. “Hi baby girl!” Your mom beamed as she lifted you up into her arms, slipping off her shoes in the process.

You stayed glued to your mommy’s hip as she made her way to say hello to her husband. The two shared a sweet kiss which you were not happy about. You reached up to Colin’s face and pushed him away from Scarlett “my mommy” you said cheekily. The pair laughed at your adorable pouty face but when Scarlett tried to pass you to Colin to take a quick shower you let out a loud shriek. “No!” You yelled as you gripped onto your mom’s shirt. “Y/n that’s not very nice” Scarlett said.

Colin took a step back and your mom tried to place you back on the floor. “No mommy!” You screamed as you wrapped your arms around her neck. “I think someone just want to be with mama don’t they?” Colin cooed, his slight parental instincts kicking in. Scarlett gave in to her little girl, as usual, and swaddled you back into her arms “alright baby” she said “well mommy needs a shower so I guess you’re coming with me?” Scarlett asked. You nodded your little head and huddled your face into her neck, happy you got your way.

Scarlett had hoped that after getting you and herself all clean and cosy in some pjs for the afternoon, you would allow her some space. But as soon as your mom said she was headed to her office to complete some paperwork you were running after her down the hall. “Mommy mommy I come too!” You said happily “baby why don’t you go and see Colin, I bet if you asked nicely he’d be happy to colour with you” Scarlett said. “No mommy I come with you” you pouted with crossed arms - clearly you had spent too much time on the set off black widow.

Of course your mom gave in once again and soon enough you were crawling into her lap while she switched on her laptop. You stretched out across her legs and cuddled into her hips while she began to work but the lack of attention was not suiting you well. You grabbed onto Scarlett’s hand and pulled it into your chest, giving it a tight squeeze. “Sweetheart mama needs both hands to do her work okay” your mom said, attempting to pull her hand back. “No mama no!” You grumbled as you fought to keep a hold of her.

Assuming you were getting sleepy, Scarlett took you to your bedroom for a nap. As soon as you realised where you were going you fussed in her arms “Nuh uh I’m not tired!” You said “y/n sweetheart I need to get on with some work ok so either you have your nap or you sit with Colin until dinner time” Scarlett attempted. “But I wanna be with you mommy” you whined. Scarlett huffed in defeat, she wanted nothing more than to be with you too but she had to get her work done.

Your mom considered taking you back to Colin, but given your clinginess there was no chance you would be happy about that. “Ok baby why don’t we go to your playroom hm? You can have some play while mommy does her work” Scarlett offered. “Okay” you nodded, allowing your mama to carry you through the house. Scarlett stopped by her office to grab her laptop and then walked with you into your playroom.

You decided to play with your dolls while your mom settled on the small couch to continue her work. You were entertained for a total of three minutes before you were desperate for Scarlett’s attention again. You waddled over to your bookshelf and picked your favourite book, taking it towards your mommy. Once again you crawled into her lap and placed your book in front of her laptop screen. “Y/n” your mom said, a warning tone in her voice “please mama just one story” you begged and Scarlett sighed loudly but gave in never the less.

Colin had been reading his book in the living room for a while now, so he decided it was about time to start dinner. He scanned the cupboards and the fridge to see what he could find. When he couldn’t decide for himself he set off to find his wife for her input. He headed straight to her office, assuming that’s where she was after she had put you down for a nap, little did he know you had been attached to your mommy the whole time. After checking their bedroom and yours, Colin figured there was only one place you both could be.

Walking softly towards your playroom, your stepdad had expected your hear your giggles or any signs of playtime. When he reached the door the silence was deafening, Colin gently pushed the door open and was met with the most beautiful sight. On the small corner couch Scarlett was laid at an awkward angle, one arm wrapped tightly around you and one holding a book. Colin smiled as he crept in and picked up Scarlett’s laptop, placing gently on your small table. Grabbing a fallen pillow, Colin silently moved Scarlett’s head slotting the pillow in behind assuring she wouldn’t wake up with a stiff neck.

Your stepdad continued to scan the room for supplies and noticed a discarded blanket by your toy box, it was small but it would do. Colin took the fluffy material and gently draped it over your and your mama, tucking it under your chin. You stirred slightly and rolled into your mom’s chest, she subconsciously pulled you closer and wrapped both her arms around you tightly. A frozen Colin resumed his actions when you had both settled again, he tucked you in all snug and laid a small kiss on Scarlett’s forehead and then yours. “My beautiful girls” he whispered “sweet dreams” Colin said has he ran his fingers through your hair. Your stepdad snapped a quick photo of you both and switched off the overhead light before leaving you both to a nice nap.

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[braidlottie]

NOTHING’S GONNA HURT YOU, BABY.

pairing: lottie matthews x gn!reader

summary: lottie comforts you after a nightmare.

wc: baby fic 723 :(

tags: h/c (hurt/comfort), you live with lottie at sunshine honey, mommy!lottie sneak?!, lottie is super duper sweet to reader as always :3

title inspired by nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

“somebody’s ready for bed, i see,” lottie smiled as you slipped into bed, wearing your new pajama set she bought for you. you rested your head against her shoulder, covering your mouth as you yawned. “such a sleepy little one. you had a big day, didn’t you?”

you and lottie and the rest of the adults went out for a nice friendly outing, staying out later than usual. going to ihop, and the fair, even driving out of your local area for a game of mini golf (that shauna suggested of course). you had so much fun, you wished you could redo the day all over again.

nodding, you snuggled into lottie’s pillow, feeling so warm and comfortable already under the white duvet. “aren’t you going to work in your office?”

“just for a bit. you think you’ll still be awake when i’m back?”

“nuh-uh.” you slurred. lottie just chuckled, grabbing her laptop, her glasses and patted your leg. she slipped on one of her kaftans that was hanging up in the closet. “that’s okay if you aren’t, sweetheart. i’ll be twenty minutes. tops.” she kissed you twice, once the nose and the lips before walking down the hall to her office.

the night got quieter and quieter at the compound, until nothing but the swaying of the trees from the wind was heard. you tried to wait up for lottie, so you put on a movie but unfortunately fell asleep within the first minutes.

***

“please, let her go, please! don’t-”

“shut. up.” you heard a man’s voice behind you. he walked over to lottie, pushing her down to the floor. she grunted and sighed, looking back at you with a bloody lip. “it’s gonna be okay-” she was cut off by the man kicking her in the face. you screamed, trying to get out of the ropes that restrained you down to a chair. “stop! stop hurting her, please!” the man pulled his pistol out from the back of his jeans, pointing it at lottie’s head and cocking it back-

“baby? baby, hey,” you were shaken away by lottie. when you were fully aware of where you were, you looked at her, she was completely unscathed, not even a single drop of blood from her lips. you didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt lottie’s hand on your cheek, wiping your tears away.

“i heard you shouting from down the hall, sweetheart. did you have a nightmare?” you nodded at the question, letting out a sob when you remembered the awful scenario. you rubbed your teary eyes against the fuzzy blanket you were swaddled in. “oh, little one,” she held out her arms for you.

“c’mere.” she helped you sit up, her hands under your arms. she pulled you into her chest, feeling your tears already soaking into her robe. she wrapped you up in the blanket tighter, planting a sweet kiss on your temple. “do you mind telling me what happened in your nightmare, baby?”

“there was a man, ‘n he was hurting you but i couldn’t stop him, ‘nd- and he was gonna shoot you, but i couldn’t stop him because-” you sobbed and lottie’s heart broke, your words fast and jumbled, along with your hoarse voice.

“we’re safe, angel, okay? it must’ve felt real at the time, but it’s not. what’s real is just me and you right now. he’s not gonna get us, i promise. mommy’s here, baby.” lottie brushed your fresh set of tears away, your cries making an abrupt stop at what lottie called herself. “there you go. you’re okay, honey.”

you felt her pull away, but heard the bedside lamp click on soon after, lighting up the room. lottie knew you didn’t like the dark that much, she just didn’t want you to be more scared than you already were.

“i’m scared to go to sleep again.” you nuzzled closer to her, trying to fight the sleep you were scared to succumb to. “you don’t have to, sweetheart. you wanna walk down to the kitchen with me? mommy’ll make you some tea, cocoa. anything you want, my baby.”

“cocoa.” you whispered, wiping your nose on your sleeve. lottie smiled, picking an eyelash off by the corner of your eye. “yeah? there’s my little one. c’mon,” she grabbed your hand, helping you out of bed.

[dont-blame-it-on-the-kids]

Sky Bison Entry

AU, timeline.

Cw childbirth, labor, pregnancy

Lin watched as the earth moved further and further away from her as she sat in the very back of the saddle. The air family was safe, for now. Amon’s reinforcements had yet to reach Air Temple Island and Korra and her friends were safe underground for now.

General Iroh would be here soon. Lin frowned deeply as she remembered holding his little pudgy hand while he learned how to walk, she couldn’t imagine calling the little boy she once knew to fight in this war. To fight against Amon, knowing what was at risk for him. Age seemed to settle into her bones once again as she realized that man was already thirty seven. Her thoughts were interrupted as Pema gasped and cried out in pain. Her attention snapped to the young woman as her kids gathered quickly.

“Mommy? What’s wrong?” Ikki asked worried.

“Pema? What’s going on back there?” Tenzin asked turning back as he steered Oogi away from the city.

“The baby is coming!” Pema gasped as she fisted her hands tight through the contraction.

Lin stood and made her way over.

“Jinora get me a blanket, two if you have them, Ikki I’ll need some water do we have a waterskin? And Meelo, hold these, do not drop them.” She said as if it was of upmost importance and handed him her gauntlets to keep the cold metal away from the delivery. Meelo nodded once taking the order well and sitting eventually curious and inspecting the metal armor he had been handed.

“Lin?” Tenzin asked nervous.

“Calm down Tenzin, do you know how many emergency deliveries I’ve assisted on scenes?” Lin scoffed the assurance even as the stress of the situation settled a vice grip in her chest.

She may have delivered a baby or two in her time. But she had healers on the way, a team of adults by her side, it wasn’t her ex’s wife and child, and she wasnt hundreds of feet in the air.

She gave Pema one nod before she knelt between her bent legs to see how far along the labor was.

Pema cried out with another contraction as Lin settled the blankets over Pema’s knees and one over her own lap for when the baby arrived she could wrap him and clean him.

The screaming with contractions was not helping Lin’s nerves and she leveled Pema with a stern glare.

“Oh stop screaming Pema, you’ve done this more than enough times by now.” She said sharply.

Pema glared at her angry and in pain. “More than- more than enough times?!” She repeated shocked to have been spoken to that way. “I’m giving birth on a Sky bison! Beifong!” Pema snapped back.

Lin scoffed and used the water to give her hands a quick wash before turning back to Pema.

The young woman was natural and soon a baby boy slid into Lin’s hands. Lin quickly cleaned the baby off from the blood and birth debris. The newborn was tiny in her hands as she gently welcomed him into the world. Strong warm hands holding him securely even with so much chaos around him. A moment of peace, as she guided this new life into this world. Even if though his family was being hunted by a madman at the moment.

Lin cleaned his face and a strong cry sounded above the wind whipping past her ears.

“It’s a boy.” Lin said as she swaddled him and grabbed the knife she cleaned to sever the chord and tied it off. After another few minutes the labor had concluded in full and Lin helped Pema clean up before wrapping them both in clean blankets.

“A brother! It’s about time!” Meelo set the gauntlets aside as the three kids hurried to crowd around the new baby.

“Oooh! He’s cute!!” Ikki squealed.

“Are you okay Mommy?” Jinora asked wanting to make sure her mother was alright.

Lin called her gauntlets back to her and once Pema was settled she carefully climbed up to sit next to Tenzin, holding to his robes to help balance without the edges of the saddle.

“How is she?” Tenzin asked worried.

“Pema’s fine, she did well. The baby is a little boy…” Lin stared dead ahead her face emotionless for a moment before it softened. “He’s perfect Tenzin.” She said gently.

“Rohan, his name is Rohan.” Tenzin smiled as tears filled his eyes.

Lin smiled softly, her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. She glanced back at the family and her smile vanished.

“They’re following us, go faster Tenzin.” She said seriously as she stood and hurried to the back of the saddle just in time to deflect a net coming for them.

[differenteagletragedy]

Derek's gonna be a daddy

Takes place anytime after step 4 -- you're married to Derek and you're having his baaaby! Pregnancy is hard, but Derek is Derek so that's still nice.

MC is AFAB, mentions of vomit :)

You tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Come to think of it, you also weren't very good at tossing and turning -- instead you sort of kicked around a little, desperate to find some comfort for your poor, aching body.

"I can't believe it," you said quietly. "I'm dying."

"You're not dying, you're just pregnant," Derek said, trying to be supportive but failing to muffle his chuckle.

"Tell me the difference," you told your husband. "Tell me, I dare you."

He tucked his head against your shoulder, and you thought you felt a smile, but he kept quiet.

He was right -- you were pregnant, not dying, but you certainly felt like you were on death's door. Just a few weeks away from your due date, your belly was huge and heavy, and all your muscles hurt trying to support it. It made it hard to sleep. Oh, and also there was the constant heartburn that almost always led to the vomiting. Getting the sudden urge to puke throughout the night made for a restless sleep as well.

"You don't have too much longer," Derek said softly, reaching a strong arm around you to gently rub your stomach. "Then it'll be baby time. I'll stay up with her and feed her, change her diaper, give her burps ..."

He continued listing off the things he would do for your baby girl once she arrived -- after you told him you were pregnant, he'd thrown himself into research mode. Sure, he was the world's best big brother, but he was only little himself when Jorge and Nicolas were babies, so he needed to get good on the infant care.

For months, you'd watched him practicing swaddling and trying burping techniques on a baby doll he'd proudly purchased. He'd looked into all the gadgets available, then joined mommy forums online to learn which were actually helpful and which were money grabs. Whenever you talked to him about it, he'd gladly chat with you about what you thought and what he'd learned, but always made it clear that you were doing the hard work in carrying the baby, so it could be his job to do this sort of stuff.

Suddenly a familiar but entirely unwelcome sensation pulled you out of your thoughts. There was a burning in your chest, followed by a tell-tale squeeze in your stomach and yep, you were going to throw up again.

"I'm gonna be sick," you managed to get out as you swung your legs over the side of the bed as quickly as possible.

Luckily your husband was not pregnant and as fit and strong as ever. Derek hopped up before you were able to and rushed over to your side of the bed, gently but firmly grabbing your arms so you could pull yourself up.

"It's ok, baby, I got you," he said, one hand on the small of your back as he guided you to the bathroom.

He stayed with you while you were sick, holding your hair back and staying close to keep you steady. When you were done, he pulled you up off the ground and wiped your face with a washcloth he'd prepared quickly and quickly helped you brush your teeth as tears pooled in your eyes.

"I'm so sorry," he told you, setting the toothbrush down before wrapping both of his arms around you. "I know that this has been hard, and I know I have no idea how hard."

He left it at that for the moment. You hugged him back as best you could, not getting as close as you'd like with your belly between you.

"I'm so excited," you told him after a moment. "I can't wait until she's here, but this part sucks. Is that ok?"

Derek smiled and planted a kiss on your forehead, telling you "Yeah, I think that's fair."

After you were all cried out, for the moment, anyway, you let him lead you back to bed. He sat you down then laid you back carefully, then situated your legs. A pillow went between your knees for support, and another under your belly before he pulled the covers up carefully.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked.

You knew full well he'd get absolutely anything you asked for -- he'd proven this multiple times already, especially during your intense cravings period during the second trimester. But for now, you just wanted your sweet husband.

"Can you lay back down too and be nice to me?" you asked, trying once again to get comfortable.

"Give me a hard task next time," he laughed before hurrying into bed himself, cozying up against your back again. He got as close as he could, and you felt his hot breath by your ear.

"I love you so much," he said softly, his hands running up and down your hip. "You're so amazing, you're so strong. We're going to have a baby, and she's going to as beautiful and as sweet as her mama, and no matter how much this sucks right now, we're going to have a little girl to love for the rest of our whole lives because of it."

"Derek," you said lovingly, moving to hold his hand. He kissed your shoulder and tried to get even closer.

"And you know, the books say that every pregnancy is different, so hopefully with babies 2 and 3 things are easier," he said in the same gentle tone before placing a kiss on your jaw.

"Get out."

[fandom-nursery]

Diego agere headcanons

Regresses young and is almost never older than 4 

Probably one of the most frequent regressors out of his siblings 

He has been regressing since Ben died and has gotten a pretty solid handle on it during the years he lived alone. It's usually pretty easy for him to either put himself in or keep himself out of his headspace 

He loves the feeling of being little and he knows for sure that it’s something that has really helped him over the years 

Little Diego gets a bit clumsy in his movements but he is usually able to do most of the things big diego can even if he doesn't do them quite as neatly 

His stutter usually comes back big time when he regresses and he prefers to babble or hum rather than talk 

Little Diego is an absolute angel. He is inquisitive and always eager to help out 

He does nap however he needs someone else to be in charge of making him go to sleep. If he’s regressed on his own he won’t realize he's tired and then wont take a nap until he gets super cranky and frustrated and has no choice but to give in to exhaustion 

He loves physical touch when regressed and could happily spend his entire day curled up in someone's arms 

He really likes the baby toys where you put the different shapes into their correct holes. He also loves stories and has a big collection of children's books. He gets excited about superhero cartoons as well and likes to mimic the fighting poses of the hero’s on the screen 

Big puffed rice lover. He also really enjoys convenience store foods like pop tarts and twinkies. Thinks he never got to try when he was growing up 

He owns a lot of bottles, sippy cups, and those no spill snack cups 

He does have some toys. Some of them were gifts from Eudora that she got him while she was his caregiver and one of two are things that he bought himself. He has one or two lego sets and a couple hotwheels. He also has a lot of baby toys that make fun sounds or light up and an army of stuffed animals

When he said goodbye to Grace and left home she gave him a package with all of his baby things that she had managed to save and keep from reginald including the blue baby blanket he was swaddled in when he was brought to the academy. They are all very dear to him. Additionally, after Eudora's death the things that she had gifted him became precious. He was devastated when their time travel took him away from them for so long 

He has to be dressed in loose soft clothing while little or he will whine and cry. If he doesn't manage to change before slipping fully into headspace then Diego will perform the toddler act of aggressively pulling off all of his clothing while acting like they are strangling him. Little diego also has so much beef with shoes for literally no reason 

He has several pacis that he rotates through. He really can’t sleep without one in while regressed 

He wears diapers or pull ups the majority of the time while little 

He suspects that Grace knew about his regression when he first started doing it. 

He tells Klaus (and by extension Ben) about his regression first and five finds out pretty soon after. Allison also figures it out pretty quickly. He tells Luther about his regression after finding out that Luther also regresses. He tells Viktor after he comes out in an attempt to try and start to rebuild trust between the two of them and as something of a peace offering. Lila clocks him as a regressor right away due to the fact that she also regresses but he didn't find out till much later. 

Diego has always needed and wanted a caregiver. For a long time that was Eudora until their relationship fell apart. After that he and Lila made a deal to watch over one another while they were little. Eventually he started to allow his siblings to watch over him as well even eventually letting sparrow Ben watch him 

He called Eudora mommy. After her death he couldn’t bring himself to use that title for anyone else. Lila is occasionally mama and he will usually use a butchered version of his siblings names when talking to them 

[steddieasitgoes]

For @eddiemonth day one prompt parents. | rated: t | wc: 899

cw: parental death, feelings of abandonment

A/N: technically, I'm cheating this because the start was originally a prologue for something else, but it never saw the light of day, and this is the perfect way to show it off now.

Eddie is used to being forgotten. 

It’s a feeling he had to get used to after that fateful day when he was just four years old. When the underpaid daycare worker, who always smelt like lavender and wore her whitening hair in a tight bun, swaddled him in his arms before securing him in the backseat of her car. 

He remembers her driving ten miles under the speed limit and mumbling about her lack of a car seat for him, even though car seats weren’t even mandatory, and he rarely rode in one because his father deemed them a waste of money.

Eddie didn’t know what was going on beyond the fact that his mom hadn’t shown up at her usual time to whisk him away for their secret ice cream mission before taking him home for the day. 

“Where’s my mommy?” he eventually asked, leaning his whole body between the driver and passenger seat. 

The daycare worker, whose name he has never remembered, shoved him back as gently as she could before sighing wetly. 

“You’re mommy? She uh… uh, she’s gone to a better place.” 

And what a fucked up thing to say to a four-year-old who has been left behind. A four-year-old with no concept of sayings that eluded death as a better place. A four-year-old, who moments ago, was dreaming about getting ice cream with the one person he could always rely on no matter what. 

“She forgot me?” he asked, his own voice wet as he felt the prickles of tears building in his eyes. 

“Oh, sweetie,” the woman had said, stomping on the break to turn and face him. Her eyes were red, clunky mascara streaking her cheeks. The wrinkles she tried to hide were more apparent than ever as she frowned at him. “She didn’t forget you; she just couldn’t take you.” 

Eddie had a hard time believing that. His mom wouldn’t have gone anywhere without him. It was the whole reason they were still living with his father in their cramped trailer on the outskirts of Hawkins. 

His mom wouldn’t leave him behind. Not when she spent every night tucking him safely into the bed in the living room after telling him about all the wonderful adventures they were going to go on as soon as she saved enough money to get them out of there. 

“Just a few more shifts,” she had said just two nights ago before kissing his forehead. “Two more shifts, my sweet boy, and then we’re out of here.” 

That mom wouldn’t have left him. 

Wouldn’t have forgotten him. 

But she had, in a way, because there Eddie was being handed off to Al Munson in the parking lot of Hawkins Memorial like a business transaction. No mom in sight. 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay with him?” the daycare worker had asked, swiping at her eyes, which only made the mascara worse. 

“He’s my boy, ain’t he?” Al said in that thick Southern drawl of his. “‘Course he’ll be alright.” 

It was enough to get the daycare worker to leave — to forget about four-year-old Eddie Munson as she climbed into the driver’s seat of her car and pulled out without so much as a second glance in her rearview mirror. 

“Come on now,” Al said, setting Eddie down with a bit too much force. “We’ve got things to do.” 

The things to do didn’t involve explaining to Eddie what happened or where his mother was. Instead, he spent the afternoon ice cream and mom-less, sitting idly in a crowded hospital waiting room while Al lay on the theatrics, crying and shouting about how he deserved justice for his wife. 

Justice in the form of a lofty settlement from the police cruiser that plowed into the back of her car on her way to pick up Eddie. 

Eddie didn’t learn of this until months later when he stole the papers from his father’s office and stumbled through the big words in the document, trying to understand what it all meant despite being only four years old. 

His mom always said he read above his age level. 

So, maybe his mom dying wasn’t her forgetting him per se, but it did lead to the chain reaction of him being forgotten. Because Al Munson only remembered his tiny, broken-hearted son when he needed something. 

Only remembered his existence when his day drinking and casual drug use gave him the shakes, and his hands were unable to cling to the wires of whatever car he deemed “borrow-able” that afternoon. 

It was only then that he remembered his buzzcut son cooped up in the living room, talking to himself like the weirdo he was already becoming. And it was only then that he’d spend “quality” time with Eddie, teaching him which wires to cut and where to cut them before shoving him under the driver’s seat of some Chevy. 

So, yeah, being forgotten is kind of Eddie’s thing, which is why it doesn’t surprise him that no one answering his calls for help. 

“Hey, Dustin. You there?” Eddie asks, tense as he looks out the window of the boathouse. “It’s Eddie. You remember me, right?” 

Nothing. 

“Hey, if anyone’s there, I really think I might be in a bit of trouble here. Okay? Wheeler?” 

Silence. Static.

Eddie slaps his hand against the stupid walkie-talkie. 

“Anybody?” 

Yep, forgotten again. 

[comfymommy]

Can Pregnant Women Wear Mask ? - COMFY MOMMY – ComfyMommyShop

Pregnant and Non-Pregnant women wearing the respirator mask had a mild—but significant—increase within the heart resting or pressure. The provisional increase did not affect heart and lung function, so it is unlikely to cause health problems in healthy women.

[nexoking68]

Prologue: Wishing Star

It was a sunset-lit evening off the coast of a beach town…

“Rob, stop!”, Naobi said while laughing. “Come on…It’ll be fun!” Robert said excitedly. They had both come home from their jobs, Med School and Farm work respectively, and were both enjoying the Friday night festivities they had planned for the night.

“Come on…not here…what if someone sees us?” Naobi said, her worry starting to boil over.

“Why not here? We've got this whole beach to ourselves! Robert exclaimed as they both had been looking forward to this day for months.

Naobi relented as she unpacked from the large backpack she was carrying, it was a tent, and a few other camping supplies. Robert also had a large backpack, containing supplies used mostly for food preparation, such as a pot and a portable campfire. They had been prepping to see a meteor shower that was about to happen a couple of minutes from then.

They retold some of the monotonous mishaps from their respective places of work as Robert made curry and rice.” After some waiting, the show was finally about to begin.

It was truly bedazzling. All the meteorites danced across the starry sky. “Wow, this is so amazing!,” Naobi exclaimed, “Especially that one!” Naobi points to a blue glowing meteorite that seems to be almost burning. “Yeah, it's really pretty! Almost like it's headed right towards us…” Robert replied, mildly concerned. “Yeah it's coming awfully close…”, Naobi said with a genuine sense of fear.

Naobi and Robert quickly ran toward the surrounding forest to avoid the blast of the free-falling meteorite. The burning meteorite reached the beach, and crashed violently into the water, causing tendrils of water to encircle the oval-shaped meteorite, elegantly illuminated by the full moon.

Naobi viewed this as an exploration opportunity and slowly stepped out of the forest to investigate this strange occurrence.

“Naobi! What are you doing!?” Robert whispered panickedly, scared that his wife was about to set off a possible nuclear bomb in the name of science. Though reluctantly, he eventually follows her.

When the water finally settled, a small crater of sorts in which blue crystal formations grew rapidly. Within the crater, there lay a large oval shaped stone with sharp crystal formations jutting out of the stone, with a star shape in the center, the same color as the surrounding crystal.

“Wha-what is that…It looks like an…egg…” Robert said in bewilderment.

Naobi came closer to this “egg” and went to touch it, “It feels…almost warm…like it's water flowing…I must study this!”

Robert questioned her sanity ever so slightly as he started panicking once again.

“Oh my God…this thing just came from the sky, sharp spikes coming out of it, you just said it feels water…and you want to take it home!?” Robert said, trying not to yell to his wife, “For all we know, we could hit a street crack and this thing just detonates!”

“Would you rather someone else find this supposed bomb?” Naobi said, subconsciously but fully ready to beg on her knees for this weird rock with a strange rhythm occurring within it.

“Hmmmm” Robert murmured, strained-like, knowing he's really got not much competition in this argument. “Come on…for me?” Naobi pleads, knowing she's got him hook-line and sinker.

“Fine…could you at least keep it in place with some towels under it,” Robert said, defeated.

Naobi immediately packed both of their bags and carried them to where they had parked their car, swaddling the stone-egg-geode thing and setting it ever so gently.

A few minutes later, they had returned home, Naobi cradling this unidentified object, the two had opened the door to find Lonnie, their 4 year old son, had gotten out of bed and had been fiddling with the remote, and somehow wound up on a very adult channel.

“Mommy, Daddy!” Lonnie exclaimed happily to his wide eyed parents.

“OKAY! Hey little buddy! Why don't we watch something else?” Robert negotiated with his sweet innocent son.

Naobi was still cringing at this crude content as Robert gave her the thumbs up that he would keep Lonnie distracted, while she walked out, stone oval in tow.

Naobi walked over to the garage, she opened the massive door to reveal her own personal lab, giant aquarium pictures and little picture frames of her family are scattered around. All the general lab equipment, microscopes, incubators, petri dishes, a centrifuge-her personal favorite, and action figures from when lonnie played in the lab a couple days ago.

“Ok strange object…”, Naobi sets it down on a table, puts on gloves and protective goggles, and whips out her trusty recorder and notebook, “Just what are you…”

Naobi performs her first test and first log…

Log Date #1 Time: 9:30 PM

Hello, This is Naobi Hutchinson reporting. Earlier this evening, during the meteor shower of May 14th, this strange, large, and relatively oval shaped stone, with sharp crystal protrusions piercing out from within its surface came into my possession. Judging by its faint glow, its approximately 67 degrees Fahrenheit temperature, and a beating rhythm from inside…I have reason to believe that this might be an egg of sorts! During this log I will be recording this egg's progress while I perform further tests.

Log Date #5 Time: 12:02 AM

Astounding! Brilliant! Absolutely Dazzling!

After spending just 1 hour within the incubator, I can feel the heartbeat within! The internal temperature shot up to 84 degrees fahrenheit, showing that this organism shows signs of life when warmed up! Whatever this organism is…it will make history…

Log Date #12 Time: 5:59 AM

A quite sad update…The egg suddenly stopped showing any signs of life…even despite my best efforts…or how many times I tried to resuscitate it…it seems to have died in the egg. I don’t know how this happened, the egg started burning brightly at a scorching 103 degrees fahrenheit, when all of a sudden the glow was confined to the star shaped gem in the middle…and then the heart beat stopped…I bet this was just a special effects thing…but why did it burn…This is Naobi Hutchinson…signing off…

Naobi fell asleep…dejected.

When the alarm clock struck 6:00 AM, the egg started glowing dimly again, cracks started forming around its surface, the pieces started breaking and chipping off. Suddenly it burst open to reveal a blue, large, two horned, and furry creature with the tail of a fish and the wings of a dragon…that crawled out of the broken shell and jumped down on all fours to the floor below as it scurried into the shadows…

When Naobi woke up again, the sun glaring in her eyes, she saw that her lab had been ravaged, but to her shock, the egg had hatched!

“YES! I knew it!” She exclaimed, but she quickly came to her senses to realize that the animal that caused the damage to her lab was likely what came out of the egg, and even more frighteningly, the claw marks and bites looked massive and were covered by that same crystal protruding out of the egg.

“Oh no…”.

She then heard a rummaging sound coming from a far corner of her disheveled lab, the creature that hatched from the egg was in her mini fridge. The creature was huge, its cruel tail flipping around, as it devoured her snacks.

Naobis fear instincts kicked in as she realized that this specimen was a lot larger than what she previously thought, given the size of the egg, and judging from how this thing was eating…she figured it was a matter of time before it developed a taste for her. She cautiously walked backwards to retrieve her ol’ reliable: Her baseball bat named Lord Anders the 2nd.

“Come on! Get out of there! You wouldn’t believe how much all that stuff cost!” Naobi said, confused as to whether or not she was scared of this large animal, or angry that her snack stash had been thoroughly raided.

Either way, she got what she had wanted, the monster’s attention, Naobi was sweating as she took a breath and held Anders in a batter's position. The creature started crawling slowly towards her…its claws seeming to make a grating sound, as its tail is up and waving back and forth. Naobi growled as if to intimidate this creature as she thought the creature was doing to her. The creature widened its eyes and its tail started wagging even faster as it started crawling even faster towards her. As the creature emerged from the shadows and Naobi was about to swing Anders across this monster's head…she came to find out that this creature…was actually a small, blue, furry, draconic alien.

I decided I should post this to tumblr, I wrote this a while back and I just recently unearthed it!

Tell me what you think!

Robert is a heavy set botanist with a beard, has Autism, has a slight southern accent, and he’s a hugger, Caucasian

Naomi is an ADHD Queen, she’s a doctor, and she’s also been in the local newspaper for her works in the STEM field, African American

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 577, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

WORDS: 1135

Before I knew it, it was Christmas Eve, and the family was getting ready to be tucked in for the night, eager to wake up the next morning and see what Santa Clause had left under the tree. Peter and I had both decided to allow the kids to come in and sleep with us, deciding that the entire family deserved some love and snuggles with their mommy and daddy.

And so with Elizabeth and Elle, Katie and Jing, Baby Tommy and Baby Eve and their little baby dollie friends delightfully squished between Peter and I with the triplets swaddled up in their bedside bassinet attached to my husband’s side of the bed. The fireplace was spitting and hissing with active flames, adding to the warmth in the master bedroom.

I fell into a deep sleep quickly, only rousing whenever my mommy senses told me that one of the triplets left the master bedroom, finding my husband doing so to change their diapers in little girl’s nursery.

When I woke for the final time, I found Peter, Elizabeth and Baby Tommy all bottle feeding a triplet. Katie was audibly snoring as Baby Eve was practically sprawled over half of the massively sized bed.

“Baby Mattie, Baby Mattie, Baby Mattie, Baby Mattie,” sang Baby Tommy as he fed his baby brother. “Baby Mattie, Baby Mattie, Baby Mattie, Baby Mattie, kiss kiss kiss.”

I rolled onto my side, smiling at the sweet sight of the three cradling the tiny babies as they fed them before sitting up.

“Good morning!” I yawned as I stretched my arms up over my head. “How did you all sleep last night?”

“Really well!” Elizabeth announced, setting the now empty bottle off to the side before setting Baby Teddy up over her shoulder to be burped.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

“Atta boy!” Baby Tommy praised him, crawling over with Baby Mattie to offer the little man up to me.

“Good morning, sweet Baby Mattie!” I cooed, kissing his tiny nose before bringing him in for a good morning snuggle with mommy. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I know I did!” Katie yawned, popping into an upright sitting position as she scrubbed the encrusted sleep from her eyes. “Can we go down and open presents now?”

~xoXox~

I reclined deeper into Peter’s side as the older kids tore into their presents, my beefy husband wearing the happily napping triplets over his chest. Isabelle was in the kitchen getting the coffee started, and Sammi and Baby Noah were still upstairssleeping.

Among new blocks, clothing for dollie friends, sewing patterns, books and yarn, the kids happily packed plastic trash bags full of wrapping paper and stacked boxes up neatly inside of bigger boxes and were situated next to the door that led down into the basement to be cut down and then tossed into the trash can.

I had told the kids that we would open our stockings when their aunt and cousin woke up and came downstairs as Isabelle came in with a mug of coffee for Peter and a mug of hot cocoa for me.

Mittens, Primrose, Felix and Jack Sparrow were all having the time of their lives tussling with one another and chasing little scraps of wrapping paper that the kids would torment them with.

“Mommy needsies hoppsies.”

We all looked up at Baby Noah, who was standing at the top of the stairs with a worried look on his chubby baby face.

“What’s wrong with mommy?” I asked him in a gentle tone, standing and going upstairs, where I offered him my hand as he led me into the bedroom that he and Sammi both shared.

I knew at once what happened.

I sent Baby Noah out of the bedroom and downstairs as I readied myself. I finally went across the room and looked at my baby sister’s pale, still face.

“No,” I whimpered, falling to my knees when my legs gave out. “No Sammi, no- you aren’t supposed to go out like this.”

“Sweetheart?”

A choked cry was ripped from my chest as tears began to stream from my eyes.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he swore, swooping down on me, collecting me into his arms as he left the bedroom, closing the door as he dug his phone out from his pocket. “Isabelle, can you please take her for me?”

No.

Sammi wasn’t supposed to die at thirty four years old.

She wasn’t supposed to leave Baby Noah without a mother.

The plan had been for us Bradley triplets to die old and wrinkled after have been causing mayhem at our retirement home- stealing Gary’s dentures, putting petroleum jelly on doorknobs, covering an entire wall with colored sticky notes…

“Not like this,” I whimpered numbly as I was sat down in the sunroom, piled on by with love and kids. “You weren’t supposed to die like this.”

“Mommy?”

Elizabeth’s hand was on my face, grounding me with her love for her mommy.

I looked up at her, my lip trembling violently right before a feral scream left me, leaving my chest aching.

Everything was hurting.

I was unable to control myself as I began to cry, ugly sobs being ripped from my chest as I mourned my baby sister.

Oh Sammi.

You weren’t supposed to go.

Not like this.

“Not like this.”

The three of us sisters were supposed to live full, happy lives, filled with happiness, sadness, laughter and heartbreak before finally passing of old age.

“Not like this.”

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Tiny Dancer

Summary: You’re sick during the night and your mama looks after you

Word count: 665

Parings: Little/Kid Reader x Mama Natasha Romanoff (mention of Bruce)

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Warnings: Mention of throwing up

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“MOMMY!” your little voice mustered up all the noice it could make “MAMA!” Natasha came running to your bedroom, hearing her daughters screams. “Y/n baby?” She called. She threw open the door and her 5 year old came crashing into her arms. “MOMMY!” You continued to cry. “Mommy’s here baby, what’s wrong?” She said as she lifted you up in her embrace. “Can you tell mommy what’s wrong?” You pointed over to your bed and Natasha walked over to investigate. She pulled back the duvet to find the remains of your dinner that you had just thrown up.

“‘M sorry mama” you hiccuped as you clutched onto your mommy’s sweatshirt. Your tummy flipping and tumbling all around. “Oh sweetheart it’s ok, you don’t have to be sorry y/n/n. Are you sick tiny dancer?” You nodded and pointed to your stomach “tum tum all icky” your tear stained cheeks broke Natasha’s heart, how had she not noticed you had gotten sick. Granted, your energy had dropped the last 24 hours but Natasha just put it down to you not sleeping right. Come to think of it, maybe you weren’t sleeping right because you were sick.

“Let’s get you some medicine, yeah baby girl?” You burrowed into your mamas neck and shook your head “taste gross” you whined. “I know sweetheart but it’ll make you feel better I promise, come on baby” Natasha said as she carried you into the main bathroom of your mini apartment Tony had designed on a lower floor of the tower. She grabbed the medicine and headed to the kitchen to make a glass of water and a hot water bottle. “Ewy ewy!” You complained as you swallowed the medicine. “I know y/n/n. Here have some more water to get rid of the taste”

After wrapping the hot water bottle in a thick tea towel to avoid you getting hurt, Natasha brought you both to the couch and swaddled you up in her arms. She rocked you gently with the hot water bottle resting on your tummy. She hummed a soft tune as she wiped away your stray tears. “Widow bear mommy” you whispered. “You want Widow bear? Shall we go and get her?” You spoke a quiet ‘yes’ and Natasha scooped you up of the couch and headed back to your bedroom. You made little grabby hands out to widow bear, a light brown teddy bear dressed in a black widow suit - your mommy gave her to you the day you were born.

“You ready to go back to sleep beautiful?” You had called for your mommy at 2am, it was now 4am, Natasha suspected you would be doing lots of sleeping until you were better, you looked exhausted. “You can come sleep in mama’s, I’ll get yours cleaned up in the morning” you loved sleeping in mommy’s bed, as proved by your sleepy “yay” Natasha sadly laughed at your adorable yet sick state, she grabbed your paci and carried you to her bedroom. As soon as she set you down on the bed you crawled right up to her side, inhaling the scent of your mama on the pillow.

Natasha climbed in on the other side and smothered you in a tight cuddle. “How does your tummy feel now baby?” She asked. “Still icky but less than before” you mumbled out, eyes already closed. “Get some rest y/n, you’ll feel better soon I promise” Natasha said as she reached over to turn of one of the nightlights (you still needed at least one on) “I love you mommy” you spoke as you drifted off into dream land. “I love you more” was the last thing you heard from your mama as you fell asleep.

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The next day you were much worse. You refused to eat and spent more than 3 hours over the toilet. Natasha took you to see Bruce at the first chance, you had been crying all morning and Natasha knew this was more than just a tummy bug. “It looks like the flu” Bruce diagnosed. “It’s most likely to get worse today and tomorrow but after that the symptoms should start to clear up” Natasha’s heart was shattered, you’d had the occasional coughs and colds but never the flu and she knew you felt terrible. She was devastated you would have to go through this for even longer.

When you were finally asleep, Natasha called Fury who immediately gave her all the time she needed to be with you. She spent the next three days by your side every second of every minute. She made you your favourite dino nuggets when you had more of an appetite. She sang you sweet lullaby’s while you were curled up in her arms with widow bear. Together you watched every barbie film imaginable and spent endless hours in the bathroom. You couldn’t wait to get better, but you were so happy to have your mommy with you through all of it.

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You tried your best to return the favour a few days later when your mama wound up sick, until auntie Wanda took over. You gave Natasha widow bear to make her feel better and delivered her tons of drawings. “Thank you tiny dancer”

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This is the first little piece in a series of short stories I’m writing about Natasha and her daughter

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A/N: So I am weak, here is the first part of the Waking up in PJO Series, I drew inspiration from a lot of different series and I’ll credit them all at the end. I hope you enjoy this and if you want to be added to the tag list please drop a comment :)

* Your first thought when you wake up is:

* Oh geez, not again

* ‘What is this, the thirtieth world?’

* You’re starting to get tired of this

* To make matters worse you’re never the same age

* One day you’re nineteen, the next time you’re twelve, the time after you’re twenty-one —

* And this time you’re an infant, a handful of months old at most.

* You’re swaddled in a thick blanket, held against a woman’s pillowy chest.

* ‘What kind of backwater system am I going to have to fix this time.’ You wonder, bitterness ringing through your thoughts.

* You aren’t allowed to be bitter for long, the gentle sensation of a warm chest and familiar scent lull you back to sleep again.

* ‘I have an entire life in this body this time, I should do it right.’ You think

* You’re three years old the next time you’re able to process cognitive thoughts.

* ‘Well this hardly seems fair.’

* You look straight ahead, staring into the abyss, and your father looks back at you.

* He doesn’t look like your original dad, but that’s hardly surprising. You’ve been in a dozen or so worlds where your parents don’t look like your parents—

* ‘At least I always look like myself though.’

* This time your father is a younger man, in his early twenties, he has jet black hair that seems to stick in every direction, skin the color of pale moonlight, and heterochromic eyes; one amber and the other green, both remind you of swirling galaxies.

* But the most noteworthy thing about him is that he seems to be tinged in red. The hue saturates his knuckles, flushes across the bridge of his nose, and stains the whites of his eyes.

* ‘He doesn’t look angry though,’

* “Daddy what’s wrong?” You ask, your small hand resting on his face.

* ‘Just sad.’

* His large, calloused hand, covers your own.

* “Nothing baby, I’m just so happy you’re here.”

* You’re four when you realize you’re stuck in Percy Jackson

* Your teacher is crouched on the ground, her blue apron soiled with the playground dirt

* That much wouldn’t be all that surprising, the power of despair always stays with you regardless of what body you’re in, radiating from you like an aura to everyone around you if you let it.

* Even more unsurprising is that this small body can’t handle your emotions very well yet. Small outbursts are to be expected.

* What is surprising is the snake strangled in your small fist.

* ‘Normal four year olds can’t strangle snakes.’ You think numbly as your pre-school teacher fluctuates between hysterics and crippling despair.

* You calm yourself down enough after loosening your hold, soothing your teacher the best you can.

* “It’s okay see, we’re both okay.”

* You doubt this is some anime world where even children are overpowered and people seem to heal in a couple of minutes.

* And it doesn’t seem like an original world either, this is a very American landscape.

* ‘What city is this again?’

* New York, Manhattan to be exact

* Something about strangling a snake felt awfully familiar, not to mention that warm golden hue when you were a baby.

* Think about this objectively, your mom is not around, you’re strong but not anime or video game overpowered, and you’re in an American setting.

* You’re about to fall asleep for your afternoon nap when it hits you

* ‘Oh shit, I’m in Percy Jackson.’

* It seems unlikely, but wilder things have happened

* ‘Maybe it was only a matter of time. Still there’s only one way to confirm it.’

* “Hey Daddy,” your father glances at you from the rear view mirror in the car. “Why don’t I have a mommy?”

* You feel bad asking your father a question you know will bring him pain, especially when you see hurt flash in his eyes.

* Your father is a handsome man, well built with beautiful eyes, you wouldn’t be surprised if a goddess found him appealing.

* “Your mother went somewhere far away, somewhere you and I can’t follow for a long time.”

* On one hand he makes it sound like she passed away

* On the other hand this is a very vague statement, for all you know your mother is in Olympus or seducing her next victim.

* “What was she like?” Your legs swing underneath you.

* “Your mother was, is, the love of my life.” He reaffirms. “She brought warmth with her into every room she entered, and she was the kindest soul I ever encountered.”

* Even now he looks positively dazzled when he speaks about her.

* ‘So my mom is a goddess, great.’

* His description doesn’t help either, at best it’s a vague description and at worst they’re the words of an unreliable narrator.

* ‘So his love sickness aside, maybe my mom is a minor goddess like Hestia, or maybe Nike or Themis.’

* Though who knows, maybe his description’s completely off and your mom is someone like Athena or Artemis.

* Regardless of who your mom is,

* “Come on baby, I heard you had a bad day at preschool today, I’ll make you something yummy to make up for it.” Your father promises, holding you tenderly against his chest as you make your way up to your familiar Apartment in Manhattan, waving hello to the doorman of your building.

* You’re glad you have your dad

* He may not be a parent your recognize from a previous life, but the way he holds you so gently, the familiar scent that wafts over you — like spring and amber mixed together — has your eyes drooping close

* “I love you daddy.” You yawn against his neck

* “I love you too baby.”

* You’re seven years old when you meet the black dog for the first time.

* You’re walking home from elementary school, sighing as you cross the street.

* ‘I have to be more careful, Dad practically had a heart attack last night when he saw me reading the book about Greek mythology.’

* “W-why are you reading that book sweetie?”

* “The pictures looked pretty.”

* “W-w-well what about this one? Don’t you think these pictures are prettier?”

* You’re going to have to start handling your research with more tact.

* ‘I get about 30 minutes a day for silent reading, but if I choose a book about Greek mythology everyday my teacher will mention it to my dad, I’ll need to limit myself to one day a week.’

* You’re thinking of making a schedule of things to study every day so you might just appear like a very organized child, instead of the freak you are.

* That’s when you see it.

* On appearance alone it doesn’t seem like anything all that special, the dog is large, a black Great Dane with big brown eyes and a tail wagging a mile a minute.

* And in its mouth is a bright red ball.

* Despite yourself a smile twitches on your lips as you get closer, you’ve seen dog body language enough to know when an animal is uncomfortable

* “Hey boy, what are you doing out here all alone?” You hold out your hand expecting to receive an introspective sniff, but instead the dog placed his whole face on your hand.

* You laugh as you pat his head

* “Why’d your owner leave you alone like this?” You wonder aloud, the dog looks like a purebred, and he’s friendly and social too — it doesn’t appear to be abandonment, but he doesn’t have a leash, just a collar with blue gemstones embedded into luxurious leather.

* ‘Whoever’s dog this is, they must be rich.’

* Not that your father seemed to be hurting for money either considering he’s sending you to all the best schools in Manhattan

* The dog drops the ball into your hand when you still

* Does he want to play fetch?

* It’s only when you look down you see it’s not a ball at all.

* “A pomegranate?”

* Before you can think about what kind of person gives a dog a pomegranate to play with, the dog gives you one final lick before leaping away, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the street.

* “Well that was weird.”

* You meet her when you’re eight years old

* She’s adorned in a varsity jacket, a flip phone in one hand and a dog leash in the other

* The black dog from earlier wags it’s tail

* ‘So this is the bad owner.’

* She looks like a college student, maybe twenty at most. With jet black hair and bright green eyes.

* ‘She looks familiar’

* There’s a certain tint to her though, a gold tint that lingers on her skin, gold flecks in her eyes, a golden sheen to her hair, you don’t know what to make of it.

* “Hey kid, do you know me?”

* “Yeah you’re the lady I’m going to report to my teacher when I get to school.”

* The woman sputters with laughter, her hand covering her mouth as her dog shuffled towards you, pressing its nose against your hand. You pet instinctively.

* ‘You really deserve a better owner. How hard would it be to incapacitate this woman and steal her dog?’ You muse.

* “Looks like Cerb has taken a liking to you.” She states, the dogs practically curled around you it’s head in your small hands.

* “You named your dog Cerb? Like Cerberus?” You feel like the name fits a Rottweiler better than a soft hearted Great Dane.

* “I didn’t pick the name, I inherited him from a distant family member recently.” She shrugs, patting her side, the dog pouts but obediently returns to her side.

* “I’ll see you around kid.”

* ‘This is starting to get weird.’

* You wonder for a second if that was your mother but dispel the thought.

* ‘Dad could do better.’

* You stumble into adolescence without a hitch, running into the college student and her Greek mythology named dog.

* You learn her name is Maki and she’s a sophomore at a local university.

* “So are you in college?” You ask.

* “I guess you could say that, I’m getting a degree in architecture at NYU.” You nod.

* You mainly put up with her to pet her dog.

* And you continue your research into the gods, hoping you might find a clue about who your mother is.

* “They seem very interested in Mythology, they even have a schedule on what type to learn more about everyday, it’s still early but archeology may be a good field of study for them.” Your teacher tells your father during the semi-annual parent teacher conference.

* Your father can barely contain his joy, a wobbly smile over his mouth as he ruffles your hair.

* “They’ve always been fairly independent, but if there’s anything I can do to support them as a parent please let me know.”

* ‘I wonder what dad does to be able to afford all this.’

* It’s something you’ve never really thought of much until now, but the penthouse apartment in Manhattan, the elite private schools, even the designer clothes you wear — the money has to come from somewhere.

* ‘He does seem to work a lot.’

* Your dad is always there for you before school and after school, but you’ve seen him mulling over a stack of paperwork a handful of times when you woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, a heavy sigh heaving from his lips as he leaded through the documents.

* ‘Maybe he’s an executive and he just has really good boundaries.’ You think to yourself.

* You’re also growing fairly certain that your mother was a minor goddess, for one you don’t seem to have any special powers aside from your usual despair aura, and second…

* The monsters are few and far-between. There’s been the odd occasion naturally, a snake that tried to poison you, an Eagle that latched onto your arm and refused to let go, a man with only one eye that eyed you from outside the playground, but one look from you was enough to make them scamper away.

* ‘I must not be worth the trouble to them.’

* Besides it’s not like you need protecting, as long as you have your despair no monster on earth can harm you.

* As you walk home, slightly disappointed that Maki and her dog aren’t at the park today, you think maybe this is okay.

* You don’t need to know who your mother is, your blood is weak enough that you won’t need to go to camp half-blood, you can live a nice long life with your father.

* You smile at the doorman as you walk into the marble lobby of your apartment building.

* ‘Maybe this time there aren’t any problems I need to fix.’ You think as you step onto the elevator.

* ‘Maybe this time I can live a nice peaceful life with my super rich dad.’ You decide, tapping the key code into your door before turning the handle.

* You’re greeted with the usual sight of your father, but instead of his usual place on his favorite armchair, he’s seated on the sofa, his mouth stretched in a tense fine line.

* Across from him is a woman, if you had to describe her you’d say she resembled a peony. Everything about her felt like a blossoming flower, pink cheeks, perfectly well manicured pink fingernails. She has long brown hair the color of tree bark, and bright green eyes.

* She’s adorned in a white pantsuit, and stares at you with an amused smile twitching on her lips.

* “(Y/N), come sit by me very quickly.” Your fathers words are strained and tinged in urgency, the woman rolls her eyes.

* “Oh come now Zagreus, you think I would hurt my own grandchild?”

* “It’s never seemed to stop you before.” He grumbles.

* Your eyes flick from the woman to your father.

* The last puzzle piece fits into place.

* All this time you’ve been fixated on your mother, believing her to be of godly lineage.

* ‘But that’s Persephone, and if she’s my grandmother—‘

* ‘Then I’ve been looking at this wrong the whole time.’

* “It was just the one time Zagreus, and I already told you I don’t approve of Thanatos as a son in law, naturally I wouldn’t approve of their children either.”

* ‘Because that means my dad is Zagreus.’

* This entire time your godly parent has been right under your nose, a mere hallway across from you in your own home.

* “Well shit.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! I wanted to credit a few series that I drew a lot of inspiration from which include Hades, Circe by Madeline Miller, and Lore Olympus.

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Finding Hope Part 2

 A/N: Hey guys! I'm alive. I know I took forever to get around to this, so I appreciate your patience and hope you enjoy Finding Hope Part 2!

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Owen POV

“What do you want, Claire? I don’t have time for you right now,” Owen said, taking another sip of his drink. 

“I have some news. And I didn’t come until I was sure this wasn’t a hoax. She might be alive. All three of them.” Said Claire, watching Owen drink his life away is not something she wanted to continue to do. She knew the loss devastated him but she didn’t realize how bad it was. 

“No, we both saw her hit the water, there was no body. No way she survived,” Owen said miserably. He was lost without his Y/n. The love of his life and his unborn baby. To get his hopes up is just plain wrong.  

“Come with me Owen, you’ll want to see the photos we’ve got.” Claire walked out of the bar, and got into her car, Owen right behind her. 

“What do you mean, photos?” There's no way she’s alive, is there?

“These.” She pulled out printed photos of Blue, on a beach near the water, with a girl, about 2-3 years old. Not being attacked, but playing. His beta and who he assumed was his child, playing together. Happily. “This is what we’ve found. We don’t see y/n, but there’s a little girl with blue. That can’t be a coincidence.” 

“Why are you showing me this instead of leaving now? I want my child and wife back dammit!” Owen shouted. He was not gonna lose them again. She started the car and off they went on another rescue mission. Just like before. 

Y/n POV

When you awoke next, it was to a seemingly saddened chirp coming from Blue. She had her head resting lightly on your stomach, occasionally moving and nudging your hand. Her chirping ceased when you started moving your hand, bringing it up to rub at your eyes. Now she began to screech and chitter away happily, jumping around for a minute before leaning back down to you. 

“Blue? W-what the hell?” You muttered, slowly sitting up while Blue screeches happily and runs around you. Looking around you realize you're still on the beach where you pulled yourself out of the water. Standing up, you wobble slightly and Blue comes close to support you.

“Thanks girl,” you say as your hand touches her back, she shivers lightly all the way to the tip of her tail. So cute! 

You smile, thinking back on when you woke up three years ago. Hope was running around with Blue on the beach. Blue, chittering away as she walked behind Hope who ran away giggling. As Hope ran, she tripped over her own two feet and face planted into the sand. Immediately you spring into action and run to catch up and make sure she is OK. 

"Babygirl, are you ok?" You ask, kneeling down as she sits up spitting out sand. You wipe her head and hair to get rid of the sand. 

"I'm OK mommy. Sand is not tasty." Hope spat out one more bit of sand before getting back up and running around again. Blue pounces right in front of her and she screeches, reminding you of your own similar screech a long while ago. 

"Aagghh!!" You scream out, as you have another contraction. Blue was nearby, agitated from hearing your screams. You used to be a nurse before you found Owen and moved with him, so you knew what you had to do. It hurt more than expected with each wave of contractions. As you pushed one last time, out came your little girl, crying with a healthy set of lungs. You swaddled her in a soft blanket and clamped and cut the cord. You clean her off with some sterile water, and then yourself once she's taken care of. 

"My little Hope," you whisper as your baby girl calms down. "If only your daddy was here to see you."

A hand touches your cheek, startling you out of your memories. Hope stands in front of you, her tiny hand squishing your cheek slightly. 

"Mommy, why's your face like that?" Hope asked, you realized you had teared up slightly and quickly wiped them away. 

"Nothing baby. I just miss your daddy, that’s all." You reply. 

"Ohh. Alwight mommy." She says, before giving you a peck on the cheek. You grin and return the kiss. 

"Let's go back home, hm? It's getting late," You say, holding out your arms to pick her up. She comes close and you put her on your hip while you walk, Blue by your side while making the normal trek home. 

As you arrive home, you set Hope down, and she runs into your home, it thankfully wasn’t destroyed when the dinosaurs escaped. You give Blue a pat on her snout and she snorts, before running off to do her own thing. 

“Mommy, I’m weddy to plant! ” Hope waddles out of your home wearing a blue jurassic world t-shirt, inside out, attempting to put on a little apron you had made to hold a small trowel to help you tend the garden. 

“Oh Hope, come here little one.” You say, smiling at her determination to be independent. She toddles over and you quickly fix her shirt, and tie her little apron around her waist. You go inside and grab yours with all the tools, and make your way to the garden. You hand her a trowel to hold onto while you pull any weeds, and trim any dead plants away. You grin as she sticks it straight down into the apron, still holding it secure. Once you finish you take Hope inside to give her a bath. You drop all your tools on the table and get her set up. She loves to sit in the water so you almost have to force her out after 15 minutes. 

“No! I don’ wanna get dry yet!” Hope yells, and you raise your eyebrows at her. 

“Oh really? But if you stay in too long, you’ll look old and wrinkly! A wrinkly baby Hope!” You exclaim. 

“Let’s get your pretty self dry,"  You say, and she settles after a few minutes. You grab a towel to wrap around her, and another to dry her brown hair, the same shade as Owen’s. You change her into another blue raptor shirt and a cute pair of matching raptor shorts. You both get settled into your bed, snuggled up under the blankets.

“I love you mommy.” Hope yawns, snuggling into your arms.

“I love you too, Hope,” You say, smiling softly at the little girl who looks so much like her dad. 

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The next morning you awake to Blue chirping for your attention. Slowly rolling over and opening your eyes, you realize Hope isn’t next to you anymore. 

“Hope? Baby where are you?” You call out and when you don’t get a response you quickly search through the house before making your way outside. There you find Hope, playing with some dinosaur figures on the steps with Blue watching her intently. “Hope! Why’d you come out here?” 

“Mommy was sad in sleep. You cried. I tought I huwt you so I came here.” Hope said, still playing with a blue raptor toy. You must’ve been dreaming of Owen. 

“No baby, you could never hurt mommy. She was just having bad dreams, ok?” You say, scooping her up in a hug. 

“Alwight mommy.” She hugged you back and continued to play with her toys. Smiling, you go back inside and get ready for the day. As time passes throughout the day you busy yourself outside in the garden, making a pathway for a new crop while Hope plays with her dinosaurs. All of a sudden Blue is nearby chittering and chirping away, Hope runs towards you and hides behind your legs. Turning you see several people. All of a sudden you have strong arms wrapped around you. A familiar scent engulfs your nose and you immediately burst into tears. 

“Owen!” 

“Y/n/n!” Owen says, and he pulls away for a second. He grabs your chin to look up at him, both of you staring into each other's eyes, and your lips meet, for the first time in 3 years. You missed his scent, his touch, his everything. This time, you pull away at the small tug on your pant leg.

“Owen, I have somebody I want you to meet. Sweetie, this is Hope. Hope, this is your daddy,” You say, picking Hope up to introduce her to her father. Owens eyes widen before he engulfs you both into a hug. 

“Daddy? Hi.”

“Hi baby. I’m so glad to finally meet you. I’ve missed you for a very long time.” Owen said, pressing his forehead to Hope's, then yours. “I’ve missed you both, so much. I thought you were dead!” 

“I’ve missed you too. And the Mosasaur didn’t get me. I was out of the water before he came up. How did you know I was here?” You ask.

“Sedrick Masrani was searching the island, Claire told me when she knew it to be real. I was lost without you,” Owen replied. “And now I will never be lost again. Let’s go home.”

“Yes, let’s go,” You say, and you kiss Owen one more time to make sure you’re not dreaming. 

Life really does find a way.