#they were like six months in and hadn't gotten pregnant yet and were like. well. I guess we're out of options! dark magic it is!

[anna-scribbles]

they should've been at the club(infertility treatment centers)

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 9

A few weeks had passed and the new shop was coming along really well, everything had now been gutted; it was like a blank canvas for Jake and MC to remodel. Jake explained what he had in mind and MC drew up the plans. Once they had finished they were ready to hand over to the workmen to start work.

It felt like a long six months but it was totally worth it, there were still some little jobs to finish but everything was looking amazing. While Jake was busy with the workmen MC was working on the new website adding a lot more stock and repair options for customers.

While trying to work MC had been feeling sick she just put it down tomsometbing she had eaten. As the days went on she was feeling more and more sick so she decided to go to the doctor's. She hadn't told Jake where she was going otherwise he would have wanted to go with her.

At the doctor's they asked her all kinds of questions, one being was she pregnant but MC just dismissed the idea. So to make sure she gave them a urine sample and it was sent off to be tested. It was a long couple of days wait when she got the results back MC was indeed pregnant.

MCs POV

How am I going to tell Jake that I'm pregnant? We haven't been together that long and now this is happening. We haven't even spoken about the future yet we haven't even talked about marriage. He's not going to want to be with me now, not when he's just opened up a new shop for the business.

I'm going to have to find myself somewhere to live, where do I even start. I've got nine months to get all this figured out what the hell am I going to do.

MC started to pace up and down with a panicked look on her face, Jake had just gotten back home when he saw what MC was doing. He put his stuff down and walked over to her putting his hand on her shoulder causing her to jump.

Jake: Hey, are you okay? You look worried

MC: Oh, erm yeah…

Jake: MC you're acting strange what's wrong?

MC: Okay, here goes Jake there is something I need to tell you, I'm pregnant

Jake:

MC: I know this is something we never talked about and you are probably not ready for all this. I get it I'll just figure out somewhere else to love you don't need to be in the baby's life

MC went to walk towards the bedroom when Jake grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. He kissed her softly on the lips and she moaned into his mouth as his hands cupped her face.

Jake: MC I am over the moon that you are pregnant, I'm sorry I didn't say anything my brain was thinking about how I get to be a dad and you a mum.

MC: You really mean that Jake?

Jake: of course, I love you MC your my world

MC: I love you to Jake

Jake: You know we should look for a new place to live

MC: You think so? What's wrong with the apartment?

Jake: Well for one it doesn't have a garden for our bundle of joy to play in

MC couldn't help but smile at all the things Jake was saying, she started to wonder just how lucky she had been. Finding Jake was the best day of her life. She loved him so much and now she gets to have his baby they both get to be parents.

A couple of weeks had passed and the shop was now open and was doing better than ever Jake was busier than ever. It seemed that people outside of duskwood would travel from Colville just to have Jake repair their computers, laptops, phones, anything tech Jake knew how to fix.

In-between answering customers requests on the website MC was looking for a new place to live. There weren't many options in duskwood and she was about to give up when she found the perfect place. It was a 3 bedroom house with a white picket fence with a medium sized front garden. At the back the back garden was massive, plenty of space for a baby to play.

MC went to check if Jake was with a customer before she showed him the house, he was just finishing up when MC came from the back of the shop.

Jake: Hey beautiful, someone looks happy

MC: I am very, specially with the man of my dreams

Jake: And who would that be?

MC: You of course silly, before we get distracted I've found a place for us.

MC showed Jake the place on her laptop Jake loves everything about it, Jake said they should call the estate agent and request a viewing. MC pulled her phone out and contacted the agent right away; she arranged for a viewing later today after the shop had closed.

After the shop had closed MC and Jake walked to the house it wasn't far from the shop. While walking they could hear someone shouting MCs name when they turned round it was Hannah.

Jake: don't worry MC I'll deal with her

MC: why doesn't she just get the message

Hannah: Oh hey, glad I caught you guys I just wanted to say no hard feelings after what happened

MC: What is it you don't get? Don't your ears work? Or are you really that stupid? Maybe it's just both leave us alone

Hannah: I just want to be friends with you both

MC: come on Jake we need to get going

MC grabbed Jake's hand and they both walked off leaving Hannah standing there shouting at them.

Hannah: fine if that's how you want to be I'm going to tell the others about this and they will all be on my side.

An hour later MC and Jake had finished viewing the house, it was everything they had wanted. The agent left them alone for a moment while they talked it over.

MC: Jake, as much as I love this house can we really afford it?

Jake: don't worry about that MC I've got more than enough money tucked away

MC: You have? Why have you never told me?

Jake; I'm sorry if I didn't, that wasn't my intention

MC: So how much do you have?

Jake: well with everything we did to the shop £5.3 million

MC: WHAT!! you have…..

Jake: It was money my grandparents left me when I was little. I just left it in the bank and let it work for me. I made a few investments and they paid off.

MC: wow! I can't believe it

Jake: I am sorry I never told you

MC: it's okay, I'm glad you told me now

After a few more minutes of talking the agent came back over and Jake made an offer on the house. The agent contacted the owner and they accepted the offer all MC and Jake needed to do was sign the paperwork. After everything was signed they were given a move in date. On the way back to the apartment they saw Cleo and Richy walking towards them.

Cleo: hey you two haven't seen you in ages how are you?

MC: Hey, we are both good. How's things with you?

Richy: can't complain the garage is doing so much better now thanks to you MC

MC: Don't mention it, i was happy to help with the revamp

Cleo: we spoke with Hannah awhile ago

Jake: I guess you are taking her side in all of this

Cleo: No, what she did was wrong I can't be on her side not after what she did to MC

Richy: Cleo is right, the way she's been acting is wrong I can't take her side either

MC: What about the others?

Cleo: you know what a sucker for baby's Jessy is, Lilly will always be on her side, Dan hates what she's done too.

Richy: He said he's going to stick by her tho for the baby's sake..

The four continued to talk. They told them about the baby and the new house, they were so happy for them they said if they needed any help on moving day to let them know. They arranged to meet up at the weeknd and catch up some more.

[savoies]

i don’t want to know - brendan brisson

summary: having a pregnancy scare makes you and brendan realize where your priorities are at.

specified pronouns: she/her

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, bad words, not wanting a kid, etc.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: Hi hello, after much consideration (and talking to you guys) I've decided to finish this fic (that started off as word scramble) since it's been in my drafts for six months. I've never really written anything like this but let me know what you think! enjoy.

sidenote: dedicating this one to @mysticstarrysiren because she was my number one supporter for this fic.

"So uhm. I wanted to tell you that I might be pregnant." You said quietly as both you and Brendan sat on the bed. You had been feeling sick for a couple of weeks now and all the symptoms made you feel as though you might have been pregnant. You hadn't taken a test yet but you felt the need to tell your boyfriend first.

"Wait, how is that possible? We used protection. We always use protection." He said looking over at you.

"Well condoms are only 99% effective."

"What so you're saying cause you wanted to hook up we fell in the 1%." He said, raising his voice.

"Last time I checked it takes two to make a baby. You can't be blaming this on me." You exasperated.

"Well why aren't you on the pill. There are many other ways not to get pregnant…" He rambled on. Listing ways on how you could've prevented this.

"Well it's not my fault you couldn't keep your dick in your pants. You know what this was a mistake. I'll see you around." You said as you grabbed your stuff and walked out of the door. You know that the comment was maybe a bit far-fetched but it's not your fault that you felt irritated that he was putting all the blame on you. 

You and Brendan had only been dating six months so you knew where this sudden shock was coming from. I mean it's not like everyone expected to be a dad after hooking up with their girlfriend for the first time. But you just felt like he could have taken a bit better. Or at least you hoped he would. Maybe he just needed some time to recollect his thoughts because you sure as hell did.

I mean you and Brendan were only dating for six months so it's not like you actually expected him to stay if you were even pregnant. You decided to go over to your friend's house and talk to them, you needed at least one supportive person near you at the moment. 

~~~

Here you sat doing stuff to busy yourself with stuff. Trying not to think about what your current situation was and what had just happened last week with your boyfriend. You had gone to the doctors after talking to your friend and gotten the results. You weren't pregnant, yet you couldn't bring yourself to call Brendan.

Maybe it had to due to the fact that he hadn't called. You thought that he would have come to his senses but I guess he hadn't. 

After your talk with Brendan you felt as though you couldn't hang out with his teammates since well they were his friends first. So you started to distance yourself from them. I mean they started to notice after not seeing you around for a while. So that's when Nick decided to talk to Brendan. He saw you like a little sister so when Brendan walked into the locker room Nick called him over. 

“Hey Briss, can  I ask you something?” The older hockey player asked the younger one. 

“Yeah what's up Cap.” he said, taking a seat next to him.

“Why hasn't Y/N been around, are you guys ok?” He asked, wondering if there was any way he could help.

“I kind of fucked up Nick, i fucked up big time.” He said as he ran his hands over his face.

“It can't be that bad right, I mean it's not like it's the first time you do something wrong.” Nick told him. Everyone knew Briss wasn't the smartest when it came to making decisions. 

“She said she might be pregnant and I told her it wasn't my fault and I basically ran away from her telling her I wanted nothing to do with it.” Brendan told the older dude, knowing that he could confide in him without being judged, but still avoiding eye contact.

“Oh.” is all Nick said trying to process what his friend and teammate had said. Now he hadn't ever been in this situation so it's not really like he could offer some grand advice that would instantly fix everything. “Well uhm how do you feel actually? I mean you said that out of shock right?”

“I love Y/N and honestly she's the best thing that's happened to me. Of course i want to support her but I mean how can i, i can barely take care of myself. What if I decide to go through with this and I'm a horrible father.” Brendan told his captain.

“Briss everything that you just told me right now, why don't you go and tell her.” Blanks said. Briss stood up shaking his head running his fingers through his hair, hyping himself up. He could do this right, I mean of course he could.

“I got this, yeah i do.” he said as he ran out of the locker room.

“Briss.” Blanks yelled after Brendan.

“Yeah.” briss said coming to a halt.

“Maybe wait until after the game that starts in fifteen.”

“Yeah that would probably be a good idea.” Briss said as he chuckled to himself. 

~

After the game Brendan looked for you in the crowd knowing that you always supported the boys no matter what. And that's when he saw you, sitting in the third row like you always did.

"Hey." You turned around to come face to face with Brendan.

"Oh hey. Good game out there." You said as you shot him a small smile.

"Oh thanks. So how are you?" He said, eyebrows quirked up.

"I guess as good as I can be, how about you?" You told him. 

"I'm good, I'm good. Shit sorry Y/N i cant do all this small talk i'm just gonna get straight to the point." He said as he ran his hands through his hair. “Y/N i made a big mistake and my dad always told me to own up to my actions so this is me owning up to them. I'm sorry. I fucked up and of course you dont have to take me back because honestly if i were you i wouldnt. I'm not fit to be a dad. Hell, I can barely take care of myself. But if it means being with you then I'll force myself to be a good dad.”

“Briss…” You said hoping that he would stop rambling because you know he always did that when he was nervous.

“No Y/N let me finish. I've been thinking about this a lot and I need to tell you everything. I'm immature, I'm an idiot, I'm so many things and I do not deserve you. But I don't want you to go through this alone. Im sorry if i even made you think this was your fault because it does take two to make a baby and im just some dumb college boy who who had a girl who was way too good for him. What I'm saying is that I want to be there for you for everything and I'm sorry for being such a dick.”

“Are you done?” You asked as you looked over at him.

“Yeah, uh I think I am.”  he said as he looked over at you.

“Well first of all yes you were a huge dick, secondly who said i wasn't still your girl last I checked we hadn't broken up, unless you broke up with me. And lastly, I'm not pregnant. I went to the doctors and yeah i'm not pregnant.” You said. 

“So that speech was for nothing.” Brendan said, playing with his hands nervously.

“Well not really, it means a lot that you said all that and realized that you had a part in this too. Plus it means a lot that you actually owned up to your mistakes unlike other people.” You told him.

“Wait so you forgive me and you're still my girl.” He said hopeful.

“I mean it did kind of hurt that you didn't support me with the pregnancy scare so of course you have to work for my forgiveness but yeah if we never broke up i guess i'm still your girl.” You told him.

“Yes I'll do anything for you.” he said as he hugged you and placed a kiss on your cheek. Brendan was a huge idiot and from that moment on he knew that he would do anything for you no matter what. I guess Blanks just making him realize that he was an idiot definitely helped since without Blanks he probably wouldn't have owned up to it and not gotten you back.

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

Painting By Numbers (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer is still a little worried about his pregnant wife painting the house. A/N: This follows great from Impromptu and Fairytales flows well from this one! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Pregnancy Word Count: 1.9k

MASTERLIST

There was something relaxing about painting. As much hard labor as it was to tape, prime, and paint a room, I never grew tired of it. I'd have changed the color of my childhood bedroom a hundred times if I could have.

That being said, it was a lot harder when you were nearly six months pregnant.

I still tried to enjoy it. I tried not to let myself get too focused on the ache in every inch of my body. Instead, I focused on how the lavender smeared over the white primer. The color alone sent butterflies through my stomach, a smile spreading across my face at the first line on a new wall.

"Someone's been busy while I've been gone..."

Spencer's voice shook me from my reverie, and I jumped with a shout as I dropped the roller that I was holding.

"You weren't supposed to be home yet!" I quickly explained, leaving the roller on the plastic lining below me. I couldn't pick it up even if I wanted to in my current state.

That was okay, though. My husband carefully navigated the buckets of paint, making his way over to me and picking it up for me.

"And you aren't supposed to be painting by yourself," he chastised. Spencer placed a gentle kiss on my forehead after a cluck of his tongue, but nonetheless handed me back the tool I'd been using.

"I stayed ground level!" I pointed out with a wave of my hand to demonstrate what I meant. About halfway up the wall, the paint had abruptly stopped. Cocking my hip to the side, I proudly proclaimed, "There's not even a ladder in here."

The sneaky smile on his face told me I wasn't out of the doghouse yet. He nodded, noting the absence of ladders and the very obvious cutoff where my arms could no longer reach.

"Hmmm," he hummed, reaching for a clean roller on one of the chairs in the middle of the room. "I also see a very interesting color on our walls..."

There it was.

We'd spent hours talking about what color to paint the nursery. After the conversation ended, we hadn't actually made a final decision. Spencer had gotten whisked away to work and I was just sitting at home bored.

So, I'd made an executive decision. It just happened to also be one he'd argued against a few days prior.

Oops?

"Okay, I know you said babies can't really see colors for the first five months but— get this," I started, waving the still wet roller around. I was already practically covered in paint, so it was pointless to even bother trying to stop the few speckles that shook off. "They said that cool tones like purples can both energize and calm the baby. It's the best of both worlds, right? It'll lower their blood pressure and heart rate, and it's supposed to even help them sleep! Plus, it's gender neutral and it's your favorite color."

Spencer had patiently waited until I finished my mini rant, a strange pride in his eyes at the way I'd taken on his mannerisms.

"Oh really? My favorite?"

He said it sarcastically, but then he actually took a minute to stare into the bucket beside him. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth puckered up like they always did when he was trying to recall a memory.

"Is this...?"

He didn't need to finish the question. I'd already been caught.

"... Alright, fine. I took your shirt to the store when I mixed the paint."

It sounded so silly when I said it, and Spencer clearly agreed, because he broke out into a full, lighthearted laughter.

"What? Seriously?" he asked through the chuckles, "Why?"

A blush bloomed over my cheeks, and I hoped that the paint smeared over my face might cool the pink hue enough to hide my embarrassment. Spencer had dipped the roller in the paint, starting to work beside me while he waited for my answer.

"I just... I also kind of thought that it'd be nice since you have so many clothes this color and..." I mumbled, trying to hide the words, "it's stupid, forget it."

He seemed a little concerned, but mostly curious.

"No, tell me." It was still a request, although worded like a demand.

I kept my eyes affixed on the wall in front of me, enjoying the catharsis that came with covering any hint of white behind a wall of cool toned colors. Whether it was some psychological phenomenon or just a result of my husband's comforting voice, I quickly built up the courage to finish my train of thought.

"I thought it might be nice for when you're away, you know? Like they're surrounded by the color they see you wearing the most..." I trailed off, my mind drifting off to thoughts of the coming future.

I could see it so clearly in my mind. Spencer, curled up on the rocking chair in the nursery on those nights where he would come home past midnight. The image was so vivid and bright, with a tiny hand holding tightly to his finger. But he would be the one wrapped around the finger of an eight pound human.

A shaky breath beside me brought me back to the current reality, and I turned to see tears already streaking down his cheeks.

"Ah! Please don't cry!" I yelled, putting down the roller and waddling over to grab his hand. I should have known better than to bring up the fact he'd miss so much time that his child might need help to remember to think of him. I shouldn't have brought it up at all.

"I didn't mean to—" I started, but he cut me off before I could get too far.

"I don't think that's stupid."

He used the back of his free hand to wipe away the tears, even though more continued to fall. He bent down to give me a quick but passionate kiss, caressing my face while his thumb grazed over dried paint marks on my cheeks.

"I missed you so much," he muttered, bringing our connected hands up to rest on the large bump resting between the two of us. "I missed them, too."

We stayed just like that for a long while, listening to the soft sounds of the city. Spencer's hands roamed over my belly, a clear warmth in each motion. But then his eyes lifted, his nose twitching from the strong scent of paint covering the walls, floor, and myself.

"You kept this area well ventilated, right?"

Ah, I thought, there was the romantic I knew and loved. I glared at him before motioning around the room once again. For all his brains, he seemed unable to accept the very obvious answer.

"Spencer there are two fans on and the window is open in June." He kept staring, and so I continued in an even more exasperated tone, "It's ninety five degrees outside. And I'm pregnant."

"Got it," he said with a nervous chuckle, recognizing that he was being just a little bit overprotective. That realization lasted a good thirty seconds before he glanced down at the unfamiliar label on the bucket.

"And you checked the ingredients in the paint?"

I sighed, dipping the roller while I spoke with a sickly sweet sarcasm, "Ah, yes. Only 100% lead and asbestos for our offspring."

When he didn't answer, I looked up to find one of my favorites of the many faces of Spencer Reid. His bottom lip stuck out in an overdramatic pout, his golden-brown eyes looking absolutely pathetic.

"You worry too much, dear," I said with a real smile this time, gathering paint on my nail and flicking it in his direction.

He nearly tripped over the chair behind him when he jumped out of the way of the purple liquid that came nowhere near him. I laughed at his complete lack of coordination before turning back to the wall.

"Worry less and paint more!" I demanded.

And luckily, Spencer took pity in the fact that I'd basically finished two thirds of the room by myself while he'd been traveling.

I found that painting could be fun, even when I was six months pregnant. I just needed the right person to do it with. The time passed quickly, and soon enough the sun was setting and the temperature was reaching manageable levels again. Spencer took a seat on one of the chairs, dropping his head back and letting his arms fall to the side.

I laughed, greatly aware of the fact that I still had better upper body strength than the goddamn FBI agent. With both hands on my stomach, I leaned against the windowsill to breathe in the fresh air.

"God, I'm so ready to not be pregnant anymore," I groaned, my back and I aching from the weight.

"You realize you'll have a baby then?"

Slowly turning to the man who clearly had a death wish, I grinned.

"Yeah, but then I can just hand them to you."

With a shy smile, he lifted his arms to make grabbing motions with his hands in my direction.

"Bring them to me now."

It was such a cute display that I had to comply, making my way over the crinkly plastic until Spencer could reach me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his face resting against the bump.

I didn't complain about the added weight, running a hand through his sweaty hair and just being grateful that I had a husband who clearly loved us so much.

"I'm sorry I changed the color without asking you."

Spencer lifted his head to look up at me with a tender expression before he pressed a kiss against the dirty jumper covering my bump.

"I don't care what color the room is," he said quietly, the truth evident in his voice, "All that matters to me is that you're safe and happy. Everything else is secondary."

In a desperate attempt not to cry, I shifted to sit down in the chair next to him. We both scooted over so that we could be closer, his arm wrapping around my shoulder and my head falling against his.

We stared at the now lavender wall in front of us, picturing what it would look like in three months' time. Soon the crib would be ready, and then even sooner after it would be filled.

"Hey Spencer?"

"Yeah?" he responded, already on the verge of falling asleep in the horribly uncomfortable plastic folding chair.

"I kind of hate it."

He burst out laughing, pulling me closer and kissing my temple to try and offer some sympathy. We were both so utterly exhausted. It was that level of tired where even the most mundane thing seemed hysterical.

"I knew you would!" he bragged, all while ignoring the pout on my face.

Scrunching up my face with a devious smirk, I turned to whisper in his ear, "Do you think we can trick the team into doing most of the repaint by promising them pizza and baby pictures?"

Spencer thought about it for a second, his eyebrows raising before nodding in approval.

"And they call me a genius..."

"I'll call them tomorrow," I said with a pat on his leg. "Although, I kind of have a feeling our nursery is going to be rainbow colored if we let Penelope come."

He chuckled nervously, shaking his head tiredly.

"Whatever makes you happy," he promised. "Everything else is secondary."

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[mx-barnes]

Time will Tell part 2

Summary: One late night and a knock on your door is what started all this maybe if you hadn't opened your door that night you wouldn't be dealing with the consequences of the feelings you have for the one and only Sam Wilson.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Morning sickness, disapproving parents (brief mention), some minor swearing, talk of protection and sex, insecure!reader, alcohol consumption while pregnant ik you ain't supposed to a tad bit of yelling, scared!Sam not related to the yelling,

Tags: @wanniiieeee

Masterlist

It had been six months since you finally stood up to John. Six months of getting up every morning and running straight to the bathroom. The doctor had said that morning sickness was normal for the first trimester but it now was your second trimester and still, nothing had yet to change. You wanted to reach out to your mom but that bridge was long burned.

That bridge like many other was burnt in the fire along with all your other family relations. You had no connection to your family. They wanted nothing to do with you. For nearly eighteen years you were their perfect child to dress up and show around town. They had loved John but didn’t approve of you two getting married saying that two eighteen-year-olds weren’t old enough to make the decision to find their life partner yet. Well they were right now you were six months pregnant and morning sickness carried through.

You were lucky Sam was there. He had moved in about a month after running back and forth between his apartment and your apartment. His was just a small bachelor pad so it just made sense that he move in with you.

One morning was especially bad. Sam had just gotten back from his morning run when he found you puking up the breakfast he had made for you before he went out.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?" He asked with such concern you would've sworn he had feelings.

Unable to respond back he came and held your hair for you. It didn't help much but it was greatly appreciated. By the time you were done your stomach was as bare as a desert. "Thank you."

"It's no problem sugar. You know I'd do anything for you," smiling softly at you he said.

He was perfect but to your luck even if he was at home most nights he would still occasionally go on dates because his sister set him up on random dates. But each time it would break your heart more and more. He was going to be the father figure for your child and yet he was still going out on these dates. You were hurt because although at the beginning of this he was just a really good friend just helping you out. Putting his life on hold for you a relative stranger to who he had grown closer to in the past six months it was hard not to fall for him.

Everything he seemed to do was perfect. So when he would get all dressed up for his dates and ask you how he looked you would answer the same each time. "You look magnificent. Make sure to wear protection, don't need you leaving me because you got another girl pregnant, now do I?" He would just laugh it off and kiss your cheek and respond back with, "Not gonna happen sugar, I got all I need here." No matter how hard you tried to forget about that you just couldn't most nights you would stay awake thinking about that. You were all he needed. No that didn't make much sense because although these were dates his sister set him up on he still went on them. He dressed his best and still came back at eleven o'clock sharp. Went straight to his room undressed and changed into what seemed to be comfier clothes and watched movies with you into the late-night, early morning.

This little crush was getting too far out of hand. You could barely function like a normal human being around him and your insecurities were getting the better of you. That he would change his mind, that he would leave you and the baby alone, that he would find a better person out there for him. Someone prettier, someone who wasn't pregnant with their exes child. You weren't worthy of Sam anyways. You were just one lonely human being on this planet pregnant with your exes child.

One night you had a little too much wine while Sam was on one of his dates. You were sitting alone on the couch watching Netflix but not truly paying attention to the actors on screen when he came home. He called out for you scanning the room for you only to find you on the couch the bottle of wine in front of you and your long-forgotten class on the table, tear track running down your face. Rushing towards you he took the bottle of wine from your hands setting it gently on the coffee table in front of you, then sitting on it.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" concern lacing his tone.

"I don' wan' 'ou goin' ou' on dates," you have always had no filter when you're drunk so you try and not to drink too often.

"Ok, so I won't, no more dates," he firmly states.

"No, I mea' I wan' to be the 'ne 'ou take me on one."

"So I will how about this Friday? You get all dressed up and I'll treat you like royalty," he offered with full sincerity in his eyes.

"NO, NO, NO, I WAN' ALL OF IT," you whined. "I love 'ou."

Sam was shocked. He swore his heart dropped out of his chest and was in his stomach. He always had butterflies around you since that first night you opened up your door to him at three in the morning. That day you looked beautiful and he knew he would do anything to protect you and if that meant just being there for your pregnancy that was enough for him, but now you just confessed you loved him, much like he loved you. He realized he had been quiet for a while so he leaned forward to crash your lips together but pulled back, "Can I kiss you?" You vehemently nodded. Not holding back anymore he crashed his lips against yours. Pouring all of his unsaid and pent-up feelings for you he has been harbouring for six months. He pulled away slowly you whined chasing his lips, he laughed a little bit. "I love you too."

You smiled. A pure genuine smile. Nothing was better than having your feelings reciprocated. You were in love with Sam Wilson and he loved you back and you were about to have a child with him. he may not be the biological father you knew that he would be the best damn father in the world. No matter how much you wished you could kiss him again you were getting tired. So you carefully stood up and headed to your room.

Sam sat there for a second before chasing after you, hoping that the kiss wasn't too much and that you were ok. "Sweetheart!" chasing faster after you. "Where are you going?"

"Bed," you simply said. Sam was fquietor a minute then you realized what you had done. "Oh shit sorry Sam. The kiss was great and besides you know what I'm like with wine I get spacey. I am so sorry. Come to bed with me."

Sam stood stunned but eventually followed you in the room getting in bec with you and wrapping his arms tightly around you. "Don't scare me like that sugar. I love you and that not going to change. You are my world and I hope one day I see you walking down the aisle and maybe then we can have some kids of our own, but until then I will love this little guy till the end of time," he spoke softly in your ear as you drifted off into peaceful sleep.

You were safe, Sam was safe, and the past no longer mattered. It was only here and now. thinking back to the night he held you in his arms promising that he would be here for you. Time really did tell and you liked what it was telling you.

[sourhaas]

For the best

Damien can't work out why Y/N broke up with him three months ago. Everything had been going so well. Then one night, at his birthday party, the truth comes out. What will he do?

Disclaimer: this is the first story I've written in a long time so I'm sorry if it's pretty crappy! Just an idea that came into my head

The music was so loud, Damien could hardly think. He knew he was meant to be enjoying himself, after all, this was meant to be his birthday party. But his heart wasn't in it. In fact, he heart hadn't been in much since he and Y/N broke up almost three month ago.

Even the viewers had noticed his feeble attempt to act happy on camera. Nothing felt right without her. Yes he worked with her, but since the break up she had been avoiding him, always finding an excuse to be where he wasn't. It was killing him, seeing her laugh with other people, actually enjoy being around them. That used to be him.

' "I think we should break up" these six words brought his world crashing down around him. He had just gotten home, to find Y/N sitting on the couch, her head in her hands. All he could do was stare at her, his throat dry. He could feel tears in his eyes and blinked hard to stop them falling.

"I'm sorry Damien but I can't..not anymore" she whispered, getting to her feet. His whole body was frozen as he watched her gather her stuff. He wanted to stop her, wanted to tell her that he loved her, to beg her but he couldn't. She left, without looking back at him. The click of the door brought his body back to life and he scrambled to his feet. By the time he reached the door and flung it open, her car was pulling off the driveway.

His heart hurt, his chest was tight. Tears streamed down his face as he crumbled to the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest, as sobs shook him. She was gone. After two years together, she had left him. He tried to think about where it had gone wrong, but there was nothing. Yesterday they had been talking about the future together, and now this.

The future.

Fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled out the small red box he'd just bought. Flicking it open to reveal the hand designed engagement ring. A ring she would never wear.

"Damien" a voice brought him back to reality, as he wiped the stray tears from his face. Looking up, he saw Shayne standing in front of him, concern clear on his features.

"Huh? Did you say something?" He mumbled, not even trying to hide his emotions. Shayne sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Man..I know it's tough but at least try to enjoy yourself, it's your birthday" the blonde begged. Damien sighed, closing his eyes for a second. Pushing himself to his feet, he excused himself for some air, making his way to the front porch.

With the front door shut, he slid down the side of his house curling in on himself. He just needed some alone time. Y/N was meant to be here tonight, this whole party had been her idea. He knew she had spent months planning it. It just didn't feel right without her.

Letting his head fall back against the wall, he took a deep breath. He needed to try and move on, she clearly had. His fingers drummed against his knees as he thought. Why shouldn't be enjoy himself, it was his party after all. Determination running through him, he headed back inside, going straight to the kitchen to make a drink.

Two hours later the front door opened as Y/N let herself in. Her friends were all drunk, many dancing in the middle of the room. A frown formed on her face as she spotted someone else in the mix, someone who didn't drink.

"Damien?" It was like her voice had pierced right through him. His whole body froze as he turned to look at her. By now, other people had noticed she was there, coming up to greet her.

She couldn't take her eyes off her ex boyfriend or the drink in his hand. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, his eyes glazed over. This was a side of him she had never seen.

"Y/N" it was like he'd been punched in the gut as he watched her walk into the other room. A hand landed on his shoulder, Shayne coming into view.

"Dude, go talk to her. Now"

He nodded, his heart racing. He followed her into the kitchen, finding her leaning against the sink. She glanced at him as he came closer, picking at the loose skin around her nail beds.

"You don't drink" she said simply, watching the colour fade from his cheeks. He ducked his head.

"I had to do something to.."

"To what?"

He looked up once more, locking eyes with her. "To get over you. What are you even doing here? These last few month you've spent all your time avoiding me and now you decide to show up?" He snapped, wincing internally at how harsh he sounded.

Y/N looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. "I came to talk"

He couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of him. Talk? She wanted to talk now? Shaking his head, he crossed his arms, swaying ever so slightly. "Okay, we can talk"

"Not whilst you're drunk" she replied, sending a wave of anger through him. He had never been angry with her before, but this felt different.

"No, you came to talk so talk. In fact, I'll start. I've spent the last three months, killing myself trying to figure out where I had gone wrong with us. Trying to find some shred of information that could help me figure out why you just threw it all away. I had to watch you laughing and joking with everyone else, whilst acting like I never existed. You dropped me like I meant nothing to you. Yet here you are, questions why I'm drinking at my own party whilst I'm trying to fix my shattered heart!" He knew he was shouting but he couldn't help it. Every inch of him wanted to stop, to turn back time.

Y/N looked away, tears streaming down her face. He felt sick. He needed to hold her, to apologise but he had to stand his ground. "Where did I go wrong" he whispered, now well aware that the music had stopped in the other room. No doubt everyone was listening.

She took a deep breath, before reaching into her purse and pulling out a small envelope. With shakey hands, she tossed it across the room at him, sending it's contents flying. He looked down, his eyes widening in shock as he caught sight of one of the little photos.

"Y/N..." His voice caught in his throat. Now he knew why she wanted to wait until he was sober.

"I'm pregnant Damien. That's why I left you"

He felt like he had been sucked under water, his chest suddenly way too tight. Every emotion possible washed through him, his heartbeat clear In his ears. Slowly, he lifted his head to meet her gaze.

"The day I broke up with you, I just done a test. And I remembered how the day before you were saying you didn't want kids yet, that you felt like they would hold you back at the moment. I already knew in my heart I would keep the baby, and I couldn't put that on you" her voice was a lot steadier than she expected.

He bent down, scooping up a scan. As he held it, he realised where he had gone wrong. Pregnant. Y/N was pregnant, with his baby. He had told her he didnt want kids, so she'd left him. To raise the baby alone?

"Why are you telling me this?" He mumbled, stroking a thumb across the photo. She laughed, shaking her head.

"You would've found out eventually"

"How far along?"

"I've just made twelve weeks" he stepped closer.

"Y/N...I..I'm sorry" his voice shook, making her heart break. It killed her to know she had put him through this.

Every single day, she wanted nothing more than to tell him, to take him back. But she couldn't do that to him, she couldn't force him to be a father. So she kept her distance, slowly watching the man she loved become a shell of his former self.

Damien looked at her once more, deadly aware of the silence between them. He had all these thoughts running through his head. He had been going to propose. He wanted this life with her. He needed her. But she thought a baby would've ruined it, so she suffered alone. He should've been there. He knew, right then and there that a family with Y/N was all he had ever wanted.

The two stood there, simply watching each other. Neither cared that the living room was full of their friends, no doubt freaking out. This was about them. Damien stepped forward, being careful not to tread on any of the scans.

"Y/N...I want this.. I want you" he started, finally reaching her, his arms held out slightly. All she had to do was step forward and she could be with him again.

"But you don't want kids" she muttered, her hand resting on her stomach. He shook his head, using his fingers to make her look at him.

"I didn't know, that a baby with you, was the one thing I wanted more than anything" he replied gently. Her eyes scanned his, looking for any sign that he was lying. He smelt of alcohol but he seemed stone cold sober now.

She stepped into his embrace, feeling the months of hurt washing away as his arms wrapped around her. He was careful not to squeeze too right as he held her, her head against his chest.

"we're going to have a baby"

[taterjoseph]

Pretty Brown Eyes

Killmonger x OC fic

This will have info that may be triggering to people who have been victims of SA. It's nothing graphic, but it is mentioned. Son of that triggers you, you may not be the right reader for this.

There were many times that Zion Brown thought that she would be nowhere in life. She thought she would be no one going nowhere doing nothing, coasting through a sea of nobodies. This was just the way she was raised, everything that she had been taught.

Growing up on the Southside of Chicago, she had seen a lot. Most children didn't have many, if any worries, but she was not so lucky. With a mother on drugs, an absent father, and no other family to call their own, she and her siblings had it rough. Being the eldest of her five siblings, she had somehow become a second mother to them. It was so much more than someone so young should experience, but she would often wear it with pride.

She was mature, she was getting that early life experience she would need to become a functioning adult, making her mark on the world. No matter how much her mother would scream obscenities at her, throw plates at the wall, and tell her that she would never be anything, she never believed her.

That was, until everything went wrong.

By the time she had turned fifteen, four of her siblings had been taken out of her mother's custody by their fathers, and the only ones left were she and her brother. As a result of it all, she became very depressed and a bit of a problem child. Six months into her junior year of high school, she dropped out to work full time after they were threatened to be evicted from their apartment. She hadn't seen her mother in several weeks, and not wanting her brother to become a ward of the state, she made the best decision for him.

They found her mother’s body three weeks after her nineteenth birthday. She was lying face down in a puddle in a deserted alleyway. They said that they'd found enough drugs in her system to take out a man twice her size. It was simply assumed that she had overdosed, and her case was closed. Her brother was sixteen, in his sophomore year of high school. She'd gotten the call to come and identify the body, and it was a surprisingly detached moment for her. She didn't remember feeling anything, it was almost as if she were hovering over her body and watching the event take place. Then, there was the matter of telling her brother. He'd cried for hours, cried for a few more days, and then Social services came knocking.

Shed fought tooth and nail every step of the way to get her brother back, to make sure he came home and wasn't lost to the system, but every Judge told her the same thing, that she was too young to take care of him. Eventually, he was adopted by a well to do family, but they made it clear that she would likely never see him again, as they lived overseas.

After the dust had settled and she was in the process of finding a new job, she met her father. It was a bit of a surreal experience. She’d had so many dreams of what type of man he would be, none of them particularly nice. Shed assumed that he was a drug dealer or a pimp, but she was pleasantly surprised that he was a pastor. He'd been trying to contact her mother for years to let him see her, and every time, her mother refused to allow him anywhere near her, and she found that she had her reasons.

When she was a young girl growing up in some backwoods town of rural Georgia, her mother was being molested by a deacon at the church. She told her family about it, but they simply labeled her as fast and told her that if she told anyone what had happened, she would shame the family. It carried on until she was an adult, and when she turned eighteen, she began actively looking for a way out. She’d become fed up with it when she got pregnant with Zion and set out to Chicago, Illinois to become a blues singer. That career hadn't played out as well as shed hoped, and before she knew it, she was a single mother to six children with no job and no money. She turned to drinking, drinking led to drugs, and the rest was history.

Picking everything up and moving to Oakland to be near her father’s side of the family was hard. She didn’t know anyone, and her cousins the same age as her were far past that, “Oooo, a new family member,” phase, and many of her aunts and uncles didn't seem to like her. This went on for months before she just… snapped. They were at a family barbecue and if she was honest, it was one of the best and worst days of her life.

…

“Zion!” At the sound of her father’s voice, Zion Brown looked up from the book in her lap to see what he wanted. It had been three months since she had arrived in Oakland, and if she was completely honest, it was odd. She was always surrounded by people, always being questioned about what her future plans were, why she didn’t comb her hair, anything you could think of, she’d been asked.

It really bothered her when she was questioned about her hair. Her hair was sacred, it was the one true freedom she had in life. It had taken her years to reverse the damage that had been done to her hair, from one bad relaxer to the next. It was her way of rebellion, to damage the one thing her mother worked so hard on.

Always take care of your hair, it is a crown and you must wear it to show others that you are, and forever will be, a queen.

That was the one good thing that her mother told her, that no matter what anyone said, her hair was beautiful, and nothing could change that. It had been years since her mother had said it, and she held it close to her heart.

Today was a special day, or so her father had told her. His mother had decided to fly from Georgia to California to see her, and her father was having a barbecue to celebrate. The whole family would be there, including her Uncle Terry.

Uncle Terry was one of those people he said what he wanted with no thought to the consequences of his words. She had taken to actively avoiding him when he made the comment that her father should get a second DNA test done for her because “my brother has never laid with whores”. He was a deacon at the church her father preached at, and she went out of her way to not go when he was there, which was every Sunday.

“Yes, Gerald?” He looked at her and smiled, opening his arms for a hug, her eyes going to his, “Hug the Chef” apron. Clearing her throat, she looked over at the table, eyes widening at all the meat spread across it. He awkwardly dropped his arms as she looked around at decorations and many things that filled the room. It kind of felt like she figured a birthday party would be like.

“You've never had a birthday party?!” She looked up, not realizing that she had spoken aloud. Rubbing her arm, she shrugged, coming up with some excuse that even she herself didn’t listen to before escaping back to her room.

When the family arrived, everything was going in full swing. Cousins were laughing, the card tables were out, aunties were gathered in circles, reminiscing about the old days, and her father and a few uncles we're surrounding the grill, arguing about the best way to prepare the meat for everyone. There were so many people around, living the black experience in its simplest form, yet she felt more out of place than ever. This was her father’s family, her family, but she felt like a stranger.

When her grandmother arrived, she was immediately swarmed by family members, and Zion found herself stepping back to allow others to see their grandmother. Her father said that she hadn’t come to visit the family in years due to her health, and going back to Georgia and living with their eldest sibling, her uncle Donnie, was the best option for her. Now, she was better and could visit just in time to see her newest granddaughter.

She’d tried to speak with the woman several times throughout the event, but every time, someone would pull her to the side. When one of her cousins told his mother that she’d tried to talk to her grandmother before she cut in, the woman looked at her, rolled her eyes, and went back to talking to her mother as if nothing had been said.

“Hey, Myrah!” Her Uncle Terry’s voice cut through the crowd and she felt annoyed immediately. He had been there all day and ignored her the entire time, and now, he was bothering her.

She had begun feeling anxious the entire day due to the crowds, and her usual breaks from people weren’t working, so she dug in her pockets for her anxiety medication, as she could feel an attack coming on. As she was tipping the bottle over, she felt a sharp pain in her hand, causing her to drop the entire bottle, her pills all landing in a puddle from when Gerald watered the bushes.

As her uncle yelled words she couldn’t truly hear at her, grabbing onto her hand and holding in a vice grip, she felt her body begin to react in the one way that it seemed to know how when sudden things got out of her control. Panic.

First, she looked around for a way out, but everywhere she looked, she just saw people looking at her, judging her, probably thinking that they were better than her. She instinctively patted down her sides, looking for her bottle, before she remembered what had just happened.

She could see her father turning to see what was going on at the grill, but he would never make it in time to stop her from attacking the older man, landing on top of him until they were nothing but an entanglement of limbs. She bit, scratched and kicked for as long as she could until a pair of arms around her waist yanked her off of the older man. She began to fight until the person had let her go before bolting, running away as fast as her feet could carry her. Everything else after that moment was a bit hazy.

When she had finally calmed down, she found herself in an unfamiliar place, a man standing over her with a rather intense expression on his face. She jumped, but he held his arms out, showing her that he meant no harm.

He was handsome, that much was sure. If she was correct in her guessing, she and he were likely around the same age, him maybe a year or two older than her. He had dark skin, pretty brown eyes, and a low cut fade. His lips were also lovely and they looked pillow soft

“Hey,” he said softly, approaching her slowly. Looking around, she realized that she was in what she really hoped was his house, laid across a futon. Sitting up, she went to stand, but she fell back down as her ankle exploded in pain, causing her to hiss loudly as she leaped into her other foot.

”You fell on your foot when you climbed my fence. Then, you tried to get up and run some more.” She felt her cheeks heating as she lifted her ankle to examine it, cringing to see that it was swollen, having had turned several colors. It was a miracle that it wasn't broken, as swollen as it was.

”My dad’s probably so worried, I need to go.” He looked around for something, kissing his teeth, mumbling that someone named Rodney must've taken it. Sighing, he turned to where his back, his naked back, faced her.

When she didn't move, he rolled his eyes, looking back at her.

”Climb on. Imma take you home.” She was too shocked to come up with an excuse as to why she wasn't going to do it, simply wrapping her arms around his shoulders and allowing him to lift her with ease. She wasn't the smallest thing around, so she was rather impressed with his strength.

After locking his door and everything, the two of them set off her occasionally giving directions when she finally realized where she was. She’d run quite a while, there was no telling how fast she was going if she was as panicked as he remembered her being.

”It's this left,” she said as she propped herself up on his shoulders, showing a rather large house, complete with the white picket fence and everything one would imagine when they thought of the perfect home. She felt him tense underneath her, causing her to look down and see what was wrong, but he brushed her off and continued in.

When they got on the porch, she reached out and gave the door three sharp knocks, the sound of hurried footsteps filling the hallway. Her dad threw the door open and came face to chest with Erik, his eyes widening as she urged him to go in, leaving the stunned man in their former.

Turning and facing her dad was hard. He looked absolutely livid, and she opened her mouth to say that she was sorry for running off, but she noticed his gaze was on Erik. Clearing her throat, she stuck out her hand towards him.

”Thanks for helping me out and carrying back home. I don't know how I would've fared if it weren't for you.” he gave her a tight-lipped smile, nodding his head in her direction. Turning to her dad, she saw that his expression had softened substantially. She pulled herself onto her feet, wincing as she limped towards him, wrapping her arms around his middle. He recovered from his shock immediately, pulling her into his tight embrace. It was their first hug, so she figured it was alright, all things considered.

“Thank you, Erik. I don’t know what I would’ve done if she hadn’t come home. Hell, I had half a mind to call the police and search every block in a five-mile radius.” The guy-Erik-smiled, waving goodbye to the two of them as she turned to thank him again.

…

Always take care of your hair, it is a crown and you must wear it to show others that you are, and forever will be, a queen.

Well now, the queen had been dethroned.

She’d remembered when it happened, why it happened, the moment she realized that she had gone to too but by that point, she was unreachable by logic. One minute she was staring into the mirror, and the next moment, she had a pair of scissors and half her hair was gone.

She’d quit her job.

That was what happened, she’d quit her job. All because she refused to sleep with her boss and threatened to call the police on him for harassing her. He’d cornered her while she was in the janitor’s closet, hunting for paper towels. He said things about how he’d always thought she was attractive, and he saw that she noticed him, too. The whole time, she was pushing his chest to create space in between the two of them.

She had been so frightened that she did the first thing she could think of and elbowed him in the face. She ran and screamed bloody murder until one of her coworkers stopped her. When she explained what happened, the woman went to grab her phone to call the police, but he stopped them, threatening to have both of them taken to jail for assaulting him, bragged about how he would just get a slap on the wrist and they would be in serious trouble. Him, a white man in corporate America, was going to have two of his black employees arrested after he assaulted one of them. At that moment, she was so fed up that she quit on the spot, grabbing her purse and storming out, her coworker saying that she would have his job, as her husband was the owner of the company and despised both racism and sexual harassment.

“Look at you.” She looked up to see him standing in the doorway. Tears began running down her face, not because he looked at her like she was a nutcase, but the way he smiled at her. When he walked up behind her, he simply placed a kiss on her temple, pulling her into his strong embrace and letting her cry.

She wished she could say that she was a pretty crier, but that wasn’t the case. She was an absolute mess, much like she was when her father died several months before. It was all raccoon eyes, runny nose, legs giving away from under her, ugly crying.

“I quit my job.” They were lying in bed, his calloused fingers running over her newly fixed hair. He’d taken the time to get out his clippers and cut her hair. When she’d made a pathetic joke about her looking like a man, he smiled and said she was the prettiest nigga in Oakland, second only to him.

“I know.” She opened her mouth to tell him what had happened, but he shushed her, leaning down and placing a kiss on her lips. Pillow soft, just as she’d always predicted.

“You don’t have to tell me, Zi. Because it took everything I had in me not to go to that job and lose my mind. Hearing it from Jay isn’t the same as hearing it from you, and if I hear it from you, there is nothing you say to stop me from finding him. So don’t tell me.” She nodded, laying her head in the crook of his neck.

“I love you, Erik,” she said, feeling herself falling asleep, surrounded by his scent.

“I love you too, Baby,” he said, running his fingers up and down her spine, lulling her into a comfortable sleep, free from the stresses of the day.

[littleliv1]

I Was Born To Love You- Part six

Such an overwhelming amount of support for this series! I’m almost done writing it, I’m on Part 9 and I think I’ll try to end it there. Maybe one more. I have some ideas for the ending, but who knows! Thank you all so much xx

Summary: Leah goes home to a shocking surprise. Flash forward and she’s 7 months pregnant.

Warnings: death of a dog, adultry, lots of tension.

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Three weeks had passed since the party, and the next thing we knew, we were done with filming Live Aid. The guys did wonderful, but I was ready to see my little baby again. I missed Lola so much. The flight back was full of jittery guys, and and excited Lucy who never left my side. The absence of the baby daddy drove her into protective mode. She and I became very close throughout the weeks.

Once the plane landed, I drove everyone home, taking the rest of the next few days off. Bryan wanted me to get my new motherhood life situated before I came back. Two days was plenty for me. I was only about 6 weeks pregnant, so I wasn't showing yet. Austin's car was in the drive way, which was weird because he's usually at work at this hour. I opened the door, greeted by silence. Where's Lola? "Darling, I'm home," I said, setting my stuff on the coffee table. I looked in the kitchen and living room, Lola was no where to be found. I went into my bedroom to find a sleeping Austin. I smiled at the thought, but I quickly went away, I remembered what I had to do. I knocked at the door as he sprung up. "Leah," He said, getting up and wrapping himself with sheets. "You're home early," He said, not breaking eye contact.

I looked behind him to the bathroom door. Someone was in there. God this cannot be. My heart sank. I gave up. "Who's in there?" I said, defeatedly. He looked down in shame. "Shelly," He said. I threw my hands up in a I-should-have-known way. I walked out, as he chased behind me. "Dear, come back let me explain." He said. I held my forehead, looking at him. "I want a divorce. I have some lawyers in mind. Keep the house. But where is my dog?" I said, not looking at him. He looked around. "I didn't tell you?" He said. "No, you hadn't called me for an entire month. Where's my dog?" I said, angrily. "She, she died. She was struck by a car." He said, as if I should have known that. My heart was no longer in my chest. It had exploded. My baby, my life. "How could you have not told me?" I said, very quietly, crying to myself.

I left the house, getting into my car. I sat there and sobbed. I called Brian. "Hello, dear! How are you?" He said. I found a break in between sobs to tell him what happened. "I'll get you the number to a really good divorce lawyer. You'll be able to walk away with everything." He said. I shook my head. "I don't- want- everything!" I half way screamed. "I'm pregnant- with a baby- who's father- doesn't want us!" I said. "Drive to the studio. Roger and I are up here working on some stuff, we will find you a place to stay." He said. "But calm down first. Everything will be okay. Stay on the phone with me until you get here.

It took a bit, but I calmed myself down, enough to drive. "Okay, I'm on my way there." I said. I drove off.

I was there in about 15 minutes, walking in. I was a complete mess. All of the guys where there, including Lucy. They all wrapped their arms around me. As loved as I was, I had never felt more betrayed in my life. My heart ached. My dog was gone for god knows how long. The only good thing happening was my baby. I felt my face in a familiar chest. Ben's. I held onto him so tight and just let it out.

-6 months later-

I stayed with Brian and Roger for a few weeks before I found my own place. It was a very nice house. Still one story, but it had a basement, it was pretty big, a pool. And I had it all to myself. I really didn't mind living alone, it was actually kind of nice. Ben was with me all the time, helping me with the house and taking care of my crazy pregnancy needs, coming with me to the doctor appointments. The only problem being, the media thought this baby was his. The divorce was near finalized as he still hadn't signed the papers. I was 7 months pregnant. I started to enjoy the silence. But at one point or anther, I missed my girl very much. I called up Ben on this day.

"Hey, so I think I want to get a dog. Come with me to the Shelter?" I asked him. We all had Sunday's off. "Absolutely! I love dogs." He said. "Alright, I'll pick you up in about thirty minutes or so." I said, with that I started to get ready. Being pregnant in the fall is hard. I just bought these new maternity jeans, and a shirt that showed my bump. I had to say, this pregnancy was going well. The baby has been super active the entire time. But I'm sure it's a girl. I put on some comfy slip ons and left to get him.

We got to the shelter and I explained how I wanted a dog of any size. I told them about my house size, yard size and occupation. "Well, Mrs. Hardy," she said, she recognized Ben. I guess she didn’t know that wasn’t his real last name. I raised my eye brows and I was about to correct her, when she spoke again. "I have the perfect set in mind. Follow me." She said. We walked through the loud barking of dogs, once we got to a pair of border collie Siberian husky mix pups. "Two?" I said, questionably. "Well it sounds like you'll be gone a good amount, you'll want to make sure they have company so they don't get lonely. They're very smart and protective dogs," she continued, patting my belly. "And your house size sounds perfect for them." She finished. I smiled, she knew how to tug at my heart strings. "The price is around $500. But you'll be getting two-" "I'll take them!" I said eagerly. She laughed, as we filled out the paperwork.

"I'm very happy for the two of you," she said. I let it slide again. The thought wouldn't kill anyone, would it? The two beauty's came with leashes. Ben held the both of them as we buckled in. "Where to now?" He said, fighting his giggles back as the pups liked his face. "Doggie store!" I said, driving off. We got to my favorite store, 'Mulers'. It was an animal company that fought against animal cruelty. 50% of their earnings a year went to finding good homes for animals throughout California. They had organic treats, you were able to read exactly what you were feeding your dog, natural dog soaps, things if that nature. Sure it was expensive, but it was worth it. We let the pups out, and walked in. "Let's put them in the cart!" Ben said. He put them both in like little babies. One of them was black, white and silver, with a green eye and a brown eye. He was a boy. The other was all black with white around her eyes and belly. She has two bright blue eyes, but she was deaf. He looked cute with them. I couldn't help but to snap a picture with my phone. I posted on my Instagram.

"Welcome to the family! What should I name these beauties? Boy is on the left, girl on the right!"

Within minutes, comments of names emerged. I smiled at some of them, but I put my phone away. "How much do you have to spend?" He asked. "We will see. I had an extra thousand to spend from my last pay check, plus the money I'm getting from the divorce." He helped me pick out dog beds, with cages, puppy pads, little dog cloths, all things of that sorts. I had to put them in the cutest little shirts that said "Mommy's little diva" and "mommy's little prince". I held them with their backs facing out, as Ben snapped a picture himself. He posted it on his Instagram.

"Look who added to the family! @Joe_Mazello when can we start our own family?!?"

All of the young girls were a bit jealous, but I know they'll be okay. "I love them!" I said, putting them back. I picked out some dog food, a few different treats, some dishes and toys, and we were on our way. As I pulled into my drive way, I saw a lot of cars parked. My drive way was rather large, there was a spot titled "The Mother To Be". I giggled. "What's this?" I said. I took the girl pup, and Ben held the boy and we walked in. A group of balloons and confetti surprised me. I laughed at the startle. "You guys! You shouldn't have!" I said. Lucy approached me. "And who is this?" She said, holding the pup. She lost her mind when Ben walked in with the other. I laughed at her reaction to the two pups.

My closest friends threw me a baby shower. Lucy, still holding one of the pups, sat me on their make shift "Throne" (which was just a rocking chair they had gotten me), and placed a rather large crown on my head, with nipples sticking up, and she placed a sash on me that said "Soon to be mommy". I was so happy, this was so amazing. They had gotten me gift cards to places for paint, and baby stores to decorate the room whenever I decided I was ready to do that. They got me a changing table, crib, carrier, car seat, all of it was so beautiful. Lucy walked up to me, sneakily whispering in my ear. "I did a little snooping, and..." they brought out a box. I hadn't even thought about the gender, but I did really want to know. I don't even want to know how she got it.

Rami started to record. "Start!" He said. I giggled, standing up- or attempting to with the aid of Lucy- and wobbled to the box. "Before you open it, what do you think it is?" I heard Gwilym say. "Mmmm, I really think it's a girl. Every dream I've had it was a girl, so I think girl." Everyone had their bets, as it was displayed on the chalk board. Most thought it was a girl, too. I slowly cut the tape off, and opened it as different shades of blue appeared, balloons, all of it. It was a boy. I was having a boy. I started crying, happy tears. While I thought it was a girl, I felt so blessed to be carrying a little baby boy in my belly.

Lucy hugged me. "I'm so happy for you , Leah!" She said. The furniture that had already been bought was unisex, so it was up to you for decorations. As the party winded down, the guys had cleaned up, and everyone left, you held Bens hand as he started to leave. "Stay," I said. "For a little longer." He nodded. "So where's the nursery going to be?" He asked. I guided him down the hallway, the very last room. It was pretty big, had a rather large closet, and big windows. It was facing the back, though, so no one could see into his room. He smiled, walking in. "If I know your taste," He started. "The chair is going to go, here," he said pointing to an area that was surrounded you windows. I laughed, nodding, as I started to rub my belly. "And his crib will go, here, of course." He said, pointing against the wall. I smiled, nodding again, and walked in. My smile dropped. While I knew I had help by the dial of a phone, I could shake the feeling that I was alone. He could see it. He wrapped his arms around me, attempting to comfort me. "Hey, it'll be alright. This baby will be so loved, and I'm sure you'll met a man who will treat him like he was his own son. Hell, I'll teach him how to play catch. Brian can teach him how to sing-" I stopped him, pressing my lips against his. His hands held my elbows, as mine held his waist.

I pulled back, looking down. "I'm sorry," I said. He smiled. "It's alright, love. I was wondering when that was going to happen." He said. I took a deep breath, and cleared my throat. "I'm feeling a bit tired," I said. "Let me stay with you. You seem like you need a friend." Friend. Yes I needed him. But not like a friend. Something in me so wished this baby was his. I nodded. He had some cloths here from times that he and the guys got drunk and had to stay here. So he changed into what he had here, as did I, which was just a Queen t-shirt and shorts, and we both brushed our teeth. We walked into my room, boxes still packed up from the move, but I just never found the time to unpack them. My bed was across a wall of windows. It started to storm, which I liked the sound of rain when I slept, so I didn't mind. I maneuvered into the most comfortable position to sleep in, with my belly so big. Ben came up behind me, and wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my belly. It felt nice. Normal, really. He started to press kisses on my cheek and neck, which caused goose bumps to trail along my body. And we slept like that. All night.

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Queen of Hearts (Ch. 29 Part 2)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here

Warnings: major angst

Note: I’m sorry. Next chapter we get to some even juicier drama (and some NSFW)!

Word Count: 1,171

Summary: It’s been 3 years since Drake and Emma got married, 2 since they found out she was infertile. How has treatment and the fake marriage affected them and their relationship after so long? 

Chapter 29 Part 2: Better Life - P!NK 

I've been up late watching you breathe Wondering if you're going to leave Don't tell me what you see That you actually believe it

But I've been up late nights Staring at the street lights All the cigarette smoke, can't escape a closing window And my head's like "what happened to you, it's alright" Baby, it's not alright What if we're a closing window

But I can't shake the feeling That you picture a better life, better wife, better nights, better high I can't shake the feeling (I can't shake the feeling) Do you picture a better life?

*** 2 years later ***

Emma was laying with her back to Drake, wide awake. More and more events had been calling Emma away for Royal duties and she could tell there was a rift growing between them. She had been through six rounds of IVF and they had all been unsuccessful, it was taking a toll on them. Last week had been the first time they'd had sex in months, whereas three years ago when they first got married they couldn't keep their hands off each other, now it felt like they barely looked at each other. She got up to get dressed because she was needed at the palace, they were holding a press conference today and she was dreading it. Liam had gotten Olivia pregnant, after lots of arguing about how they were going to explain it, they settled on telling the press that she was a surrogate for them since Emma couldn't get pregnant. She hated that she had to tell the nation, but it was important, rumors had already infiltrated the court, she seemed to be at the center of them all. A loveless marriage with Liam, her relationship with Drake in a bad place as they watched Kiara throw herself at him more and more every council meeting, rumors that Emma didn't want children, people even beginning to wonder if Olivia was really a surrogate. In an effort to spend some more time with Drake and try to fix what was wrong with them, she brought him to the palace for the press conference.

“Are you going to be watching?” She asked as she changed into a little black dress. Drake shrugged.

“I don't like watching you play house with him Emma.” She sighed.

“I don't either, but I could use a friendly face in the crowd.”

“Yeah, I guess I'll watch then.”

“Thank you.” Emma found Liam and Olivia, all of them walking out together to face the press. Cameras flashed the instant they appeared, Emma plastered on a fake smile and stood on one side of Olivia, Liam on the other.

“Thank you all for coming! We have an announcement we would like to make. Before we do though, we ask that you be respectful, and we will be answering questions at a later date.”

“As you're all very aware, I haven't produced an heir yet. This has been a trying time for us, and we have discovered that I….” Emma took a deep breath to calm her nerves and searched for Drake in the crowd, locking eyes with him. “I cannot have children; Lady Olivia has been so generous as to be our surrogate.”

“I'm just so glad I was able to help my friends, and, no the baby won't come out with bright red hair, Emma is still the baby's mother!” Olivia joked, and Emma prayed she was right.

“Yes, we're so grateful to Lady Olivia for helping us, we can't wait to finally start our little family!” Liam placed a hand on Olivia's very pregnant belly and Emma did the same, her smile faltering as Drake walked out of the press conference. They said good-bye to the press and Emma chased after Drake. She found him in the secluded courtyard he had taken her to after he won his duel, that felt like so long ago now as she stepped up beside him, staring into the fountain.

“Drake.” He wouldn't look at her.

“Drake please!” he finally looked up at her and Emma didn't like what she was seeing. He was upset, she could see it in his eyes, he had never looked at her like that though, only Liam.

“Give up the charade.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about Drake.”

“The marriage, your marriage to Liam! Ask him for a divorce, give up the charade Emma!” she looked down at her feet.

“You know I can’t Drake. It’s not a good time.” Drake scoffed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Really? Give me one good reason you can’t end it now! It’s been three years since Anton was defeated. Liam's secured the crown, the people love him, now he's even got an heir. Do you not want everyone to know about me? Are you ashamed because you've been queen for so long?” Emma took a step back reeling, she couldn't believe he had even implied that.

“How could you say that?! I love you Drake Walker and if I could tell the world that right now I would! I can't though, if Liam and I got divorced now, think of the consequences. It would ruin my reputation; the tabloids would never leave us alone.” Drake laughed incredulously.

“You think your reputation and Liam's won't be wrecked when that baby has bright red hair? Everyone already whispers about it at court anyways. The problem is you won't commit Barnes, you won't commit to being with me.” Emma reached out for him, but he pulled away and she flinched. He hadn't called her Barnes while they were alone for three years, it sounded foreign to her.

“I lay in bed next to you every night Drake! I wake up, happy to be by your side in our home. I've been trying for three years to give you the baby we want so desperately. Tell me that's not commitment!”

“We're still hiding behind closed doors and you haven't given me one good reason why. Oh, and while we're at it, all this talk about kids was great before we got married, but let's be real. Those kids would be raised as royalty and I'd never stand a chance, it was a great dream, but it can never happen, I'd never get to be their dad.” Emma was crying as she tried to grab Drake's hand.

“That's not true Drake! They would be my kids too and I'll be damned if Liam takes that from us after everything else. I want nothing more than to be with you and only you Drake, but Liam would never give me the divorce even if I asked. It's just not possible.” He shook his head and forced back the tears welling up in his eyes.

“Then maybe this isn't working anymore Barnes. I'm done. I'm tired of sharing my wife, it's all or nothing.”

“Drake please!” She begged stumbling towards him, but he turned and walked away so she couldn't see the tears streaming down his own face. Emma fell to her knees, she couldn't believe what had just happened.

“Fine! Why don't you go fuck Kiara then! Everyone knows she's obsessed with you!” It felt like a nightmare. Drake had just left, just walked away without turning back. She didn't want to believe they were over, but his words were so final. She decided that she'd sleep at the palace tonight and go back home in the morning to talk to him after they both had some time to calm down, she couldn't believe that he would just walk away like that.

Next Time: Drake left, will they be able to fix things or are they done for good? Will Drake find comfort with Kiara or will he fight for Emma? Will Emma finally ask Liam for a divorce? 

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Chapter 9

A few weeks had passed and the new shop was coming along really well, everything had now been gutted; it was like a blank canvas for Jake and MC to remodel. Jake explained what he had in mind and MC drew up the plans. Once they had finished they were ready to hand over to the workmen to start work.

It felt like a long six months but it was totally worth it, there were still some little jobs to finish but everything was looking amazing. While Jake was busy with the workmen MC was working on the new website adding a lot more stock and repair options for customers.

While trying to work MC had been feeling sick she just put it down tomsometbing she had eaten. As the days went on she was feeling more and more sick so she decided to go to the doctor's. She hadn't told Jake where she was going otherwise he would have wanted to go with her.

At the doctor's they asked her all kinds of questions, one being was she pregnant but MC just dismissed the idea. So to make sure she gave them a urine sample and it was sent off to be tested. It was a long couple of days wait when she got the results back MC was indeed pregnant.

MCs POV

How am I going to tell Jake that I'm pregnant? We haven't been together that long and now this is happening. We haven't even spoken about the future yet we haven't even talked about marriage. He's not going to want to be with me now, not when he's just opened up a new shop for the business.

I'm going to have to find myself somewhere to live, where do I even start. I've got nine months to get all this figured out what the hell am I going to do.

MC started to pace up and down with a panicked look on her face, Jake had just gotten back home when he saw what MC was doing. He put his stuff down and walked over to her putting his hand on her shoulder causing her to jump.

Jake: Hey, are you okay? You look worried

MC: Oh, erm yeah…

Jake: MC you're acting strange what's wrong?

MC: Okay, here goes Jake there is something I need to tell you, I'm pregnant

Jake:

MC: I know this is something we never talked about and you are probably not ready for all this. I get it I'll just figure out somewhere else to love you don't need to be in the baby's life

MC went to walk towards the bedroom when Jake grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. He kissed her softly on the lips and she moaned into his mouth as his hands cupped her face.

Jake: MC I am over the moon that you are pregnant, I'm sorry I didn't say anything my brain was thinking about how I get to be a dad and you a mum.

MC: You really mean that Jake?

Jake: of course, I love you MC your my world

MC: I love you to Jake

Jake: You know we should look for a new place to live

MC: You think so? What's wrong with the apartment?

Jake: Well for one it doesn't have a garden for our bundle of joy to play in

MC couldn't help but smile at all the things Jake was saying, she started to wonder just how lucky she had been. Finding Jake was the best day of her life. She loved him so much and now she gets to have his baby they both get to be parents.

A couple of weeks had passed and the shop was now open and was doing better than ever Jake was busier than ever. It seemed that people outside of duskwood would travel from Colville just to have Jake repair their computers, laptops, phones, anything tech Jake knew how to fix.

In-between answering customers requests on the website MC was looking for a new place to live. There weren't many options in duskwood and she was about to give up when she found the perfect place. It was a 3 bedroom house with a white picket fence with a medium sized front garden. At the back the back garden was massive, plenty of space for a baby to play.

MC went to check if Jake was with a customer before she showed him the house, he was just finishing up when MC came from the back of the shop.

Jake: Hey beautiful, someone looks happy

MC: I am very, specially with the man of my dreams

Jake: And who would that be?

MC: You of course silly, before we get distracted I've found a place for us.

MC showed Jake the place on her laptop Jake loves everything about it, Jake said they should call the estate agent and request a viewing. MC pulled her phone out and contacted the agent right away; she arranged for a viewing later today after the shop had closed.

After the shop had closed MC and Jake walked to the house it wasn't far from the shop. While walking they could hear someone shouting MCs name when they turned round it was Hannah.

Jake: don't worry MC I'll deal with her

MC: why doesn't she just get the message

Hannah: Oh hey, glad I caught you guys I just wanted to say no hard feelings after what happened

MC: What is it you don't get? Don't your ears work? Or are you really that stupid? Maybe it's just both leave us alone

Hannah: I just want to be friends with you both

MC: come on Jake we need to get going

MC grabbed Jake's hand and they both walked off leaving Hannah standing there shouting at them.

Hannah: fine if that's how you want to be I'm going to tell the others about this and they will all be on my side.

An hour later MC and Jake had finished viewing the house, it was everything they had wanted. The agent left them alone for a moment while they talked it over.

MC: Jake, as much as I love this house can we really afford it?

Jake: don't worry about that MC I've got more than enough money tucked away

MC: You have? Why have you never told me?

Jake; I'm sorry if I didn't, that wasn't my intention

MC: So how much do you have?

Jake: well with everything we did to the shop £5.3 million

MC: WHAT!! you have…..

Jake: It was money my grandparents left me when I was little. I just left it in the bank and let it work for me. I made a few investments and they paid off.

MC: wow! I can't believe it

Jake: I am sorry I never told you

MC: it's okay, I'm glad you told me now

After a few more minutes of talking the agent came back over and Jake made an offer on the house. The agent contacted the owner and they accepted the offer all MC and Jake needed to do was sign the paperwork. After everything was signed they were given a move in date. On the way back to the apartment they saw Cleo and Richy walking towards them.

Cleo: hey you two haven't seen you in ages how are you?

MC: Hey, we are both good. How's things with you?

Richy: can't complain the garage is doing so much better now thanks to you MC

MC: Don't mention it, i was happy to help with the revamp

Cleo: we spoke with Hannah awhile ago

Jake: I guess you are taking her side in all of this

Cleo: No, what she did was wrong I can't be on her side not after what she did to MC

Richy: Cleo is right, the way she's been acting is wrong I can't take her side either

MC: What about the others?

Cleo: you know what a sucker for baby's Jessy is, Lilly will always be on her side, Dan hates what she's done too.

Richy: He said he's going to stick by her tho for the baby's sake..

The four continued to talk. They told them about the baby and the new house, they were so happy for them they said if they needed any help on moving day to let them know. They arranged to meet up at the weeknd and catch up some more.