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[catharticconsolation]

btw guys, the new fic account is @every-second-counts-bear!!

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if i were to write a pitt fanfic on my new account, which pairing would y'all be most excited for?

fic ship!

dennis whittaker x reader

frank langdon x reader

Voting ended onApr 8

[every-second-counts-bear]

Hiiii could you write something about dad!Carmen Berzatto x reader where they go to the park with their baby girl and she walk for the first time while trying to follow the duckies please ? 🩷

les fleurs

dad!carmen berzatto x fem!reader (kind of girly!reader if you squint x)

genres: fluff

author's note: thankyou so much for the request, sorry it took so long! this is a little different than what you asked, but it seems cute to me xx

song: les fleurs by minnie riperton

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There’s something so beautiful in the way the sun beats down on Carmen’s back in-front of you, the white material of his vest sticking to the sweaty complexion of his back. His shoulders have browned in the summer sun, freckles dark and abundant as they spatter down his arm, all the way down to the tiniest blemish between his fingers, which sit complacently laced with the chubby fingers of the delicate hand of your daughter. 

She looks tiny beside him, the stray spikes of her curly, blonde ponytail only just bringing her height up to his hip. There’s a little daisy tucked behind her ear, wilting amongst the density of her hair, but it mimics the daffodil tucked behind your own ear, and it’s all that she’s ever wanted, to be like Mama. 

“Daisy-girl, wait for me!”

Carmen turns at the sunshine sweetness of your voice, gripping the little girl’s hand tight as she tries to run to you. Beautiful you, dressed in these flowy, airy clothes for the summer sun, arms full of fresh bread from the market and a hand-crocheted bag full of fruit. 

Sunday market days are the best, Carmen will stand by the fact, because they’re the only days that he’s free to take his girls out, treat them to something nice, exciting.

The grass tickles at Daisy’s feet through her tiny sandals as she makes a run for it across the grass, towards the quiet duck pond that the three of you happened to stumble across a few months ago, in the dead of winter when the grass was covered in frost, and the water was frozen and clear. 

The muscles in Carmen’s arms ripple subtly as he tows to pick up the wriggling toddler, giggling and squealing at the sight of the fuzzy little ducklings, in all of her- almost sunburnt- glory.

“Daisy-girl, you’ve got to be quiet now, yeah? No screamin’ ‘cause you’ll scare ‘em all away.” Carmen’s voice comes out low as he mutters to her, and - although his head is turned away from your perceptive sights - the smile in his voice is so obvious, that gentle smirk painting his lips as he watches his little girl, your little girl, become enamored by the nature around her.

Never in a million years did Carmen think this would be his life. Something sweet, and peaceful, with people so beautiful. 

His hand is gentle as it finds a home at the small of your back, while you break up chunks of bread to pass to your daughter, watching devotedly as she aimlessly throws them to the mallards in the pond. She’s distracted, perfectly obsessed with the duckies ( as she calls them) and you can’t help the way your head slowly dips to meet the solid frame of your Carmen’s shoulder.

“You good?..,” he can never help the way he so attentively checks up on you, both of you, because he can never help the sinking feeling that settles in his chest when he thinks of how this could all be upturned at any moment. 

Something could go wrong, you could up and leave and take Daisy with you and Carmen would never blame you. Ever. 

You’re inculpable, to him. Never in the wrong. Not ever.

Your tender answer of, “never better,” reaches his ears and ceases the cloudy train of runaway thoughts in his mind; it's rewarded with the softest, punctuated kiss against your temple as he moves to squeeze his arm around your shoulder, strong fingers pulsing against your sun-warmed skin where his hand rests diligently. 

It’s quiet, for a while, and all you can seem to focus on is the serenity of the chirping birds, and the overwhelming comfort of your husband beside you, until there’s a squeal of glee, and the embodiment of joy on legs rushing towards the two of you, Daisy finally contented to have finished her nonsensical conversation with the ducks. 

Her sticky hands patter along your legs as she hugs the limbs, burying her face in your skin until she’s scooped up from behind by her father, the prettiest giggle leaving her lips as he sets off down the path with her, balancing her on his shoulders despite promising that he wouldn’t do that anymore, because Daisy is a wobbly girl, and almost always ends up on the floor in one way or another. 

“Carmen!” The playful scolding of your voice does nothing to deter him, but Daisy decides that she detests the stench of cigarette smoke that clings to her dad’s ancient baseball cap, and as soon as she is placed back down on the floor, her feet come charging back down the path to you with a shout of ,“Mama!”

“Oh, I know, baby. Daddy’s a bully, huh?”

She nods and stuffs her face in the fabric of your billowy dress, and Carmen huffs as you swap the bag of fruit for the baby, the toddler settling in your comforting arms as Carmen settles for mangoes and an imperceptibly heavy watermelon on his back.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause you’re not her favourite,”  it’s a salty reply, sassy and ineffably jealous as he slows his pace to stick his tongue out at the toddler. 

And the argument falls short as Daisy just snuggles into your sternum, sleepily rubbing her eyes as the warmth of the sunshine lulls her breathing into that soothing, unconscious pattern. 

Tattooed fingers deftly work to pull the flower out from behind her ear, settling the petals to sit atop your own daffodil as the two of you walk in tandem, his stubble gruff against your blushered cheek as he nuzzles every few steps, love sick and sun drunk and so irrefutably pleased with himself. 

Never in a million years did Carmen think this would be his life. Something sweet, and peaceful, with people so beautiful. 

But it’s been a nice day.

[catharticconsolation]

i just got back from seeing 5sos again.... calum thomas hood.... eat me out.

[catharticconsolation]

thirty minutes to conformity gate and i’m going to be asleep…, if this is real…

i feel sick. i’m so excited. but i will cry either way.

[pittsick]

0501 : misc bot drop ©️ pittsick

notes: a mix between misc bot drop / requested bots. as you can see, there’s no steve harrington bots here yet because his wiki haven’t been updated yet. but i promise there will be more of him whenever i can add to his definition! just bear with me, please. in the meantime, enjoy those!

what you can find here: lestat and louis, castiel, hannibal lecter, gegory house, cregan stark... and more.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ : you can find my c.ai here and my bot list here.

꒱ ˖ׄ ANDRE ANDERSON talk to me. when you lose control of your supe powers, all it brings is rumors and pressure onto the campus. Andre just want to offer you support and some grounding; telling you that you are not alone during this.

꒱ ˖ׄ CASTIEL merging siblings / req. when Castiel is surprisingly punished by God for his defiance, he doesn't expect to be bound to you; his sibling, now tethered to his soul. you are both exiled to Earth, unable to leave each other or go back home. the thing is, Castiel doesn't know how to talk to you.

꒱ ˖ׄ CLARK KENT shaken up / req. once again, Clark saves Metropolis after a villain attack, but when he realizes that you were there, in the middle of it all. he rushes to find you at your apartment when not seeing on the scene anymore. all he can do now is comfort you and keep you near.

꒱ ˖ׄ CREGAN START cupid's girl. it was supposed to be a meeting of allegiance from both of your familes; a routine, some call it. but when you saw Cregan for the first time, it was as if Cupid had struck you with his arrow.

꒱ ˖ׄ GREGORY HOUSE remaining family / req. you are one of the only family that Gregory has left, and thought he truly wants to help, when you are admitted with a severe radiation poisoning, there's nothing left to do.

꒱ ˖ׄ HANNIBAL LECTER sweet wife / req : fem. you are either ignoring or ignorant about what happens inside Hannibal's mind, but it doesn't matter. not when the both of you are expecting a baby soon, not when Hannibal shows you so much love.

꒱ ˖ׄ JIMMY DARLING witchy lover / req. to others, it's just some freak attraction. to jimmy, it's magic. the tarot cards, the crystal ball, the jar of potions. he's always so intrigued by it, so hypnotize whenever he sees you doing your little show. hopefully, you can tell him what you hear, one day.

꒱ ˖ׄ JUD DUPLENTICY the boxer / req : au. Jud returns to the lockeroom after a match where he is bruised and bleeding, and that's where you wait for him. now, all you can do is clean your boyfriend's wounds and cuts while he promises you that he feels alright.

꒱ ˖ׄ KURT KUNKLE instagram star. it's just a drive, right? well, wrong. because the moment you enter Kurt's car, he can't keep cool. you are the person he has been following on Instagram for months now! watching all your stories, your lives, liking your pics. and wow, you're so nice, actually!

꒱ ˖ׄ LESTAT AND LOUIS bye-bye new york / req. dreaming of leaving for new-york is all you can do while working at Azalea Hall; and becoming the center of attention of both Lestat and Louis. while Lestat tries to tempt you with eternity by his side, all Louis can feel is guilt and shame over the fact that he also longs for you. in the end, new-york is just a dream when you are turned.

taglist: @duncanatorr @userhotd @angeldoll1e @i-t0ld-ya @stargral @222col @fawnettewinchester @grimsonandclover @irysque @ravens-writing-corner @allegedlygrandmoth @nozhdyved @elenacarey @gelotime @prismozo @lvve-talks @bluberrychampagne @kathh01 @theodotpng @jclolz22 @dumbbandpoetic @bluestrd @larasreality @khxna @challengers4ev @coochiemama3000 @eepwtf @uptowngirl-loveshughie @peachyparkerr @obsessweverything @stqrfirez @pervyangelz ( to be added )

[dumbbandpoetic]

- STRANGER THINGS BOTS

gang it has been quite some time since i've posted anything at all, but here i am with some bots in honour of stranger things being over! obviously a lot of jonathan (can u tell he's my favourite?) but with this post also comes my inbox being back open for new requests (mostly bots), for my usual fandoms and i'm also willing to try some new stuff! i hope you enjoy these as i poured a lot of love into them <3 please reblog if possible for you so this can get some traction going!!

eddie munson - preppy girlfriend - in which eddie starts going out with the school's queen, and it's a surprisingly good match.

henry creel - schoolmates - in which henry finally gets seen as more than a freak, by his love interest in the hawkins high annual play.

jonathan byers - a couple minutes (olivia dean) - in which jonathan comes back from california and realises distance really does have a strain on relationships.

jonathan byers - muse - in which jonathan found his new favourite model, and he'd do absolutely anything to capture her beautiful smile on camera.

jonathan byers - midnight wakeup - in which jonathan has been stressed out of his mind with his brother being missing, and his friend is kind enough to let him sleep at her place, but he wakes up in the middle of the night gasping for air.

jonathan byers - snow ball - in which jonathan attends a school event he never thought he would, all to get a dance with the prettiest girl there at the very end of the evening.

steve harrington - teacher romance - in which steve is finding it hard to click with his new colleagues at hawkins high, until he meets the kindergarten teacher from the elementary school next door.

steve harrington - too drunk - in which steve has memorised his girlfriends' party habits, and he knows it's the point where they have to wrap up the evening and he has to take her home.

credits to anitalerina for the banners!

[bluestrd]

bot drop !

thought i would finally release some bots from the shackles of my drafts...

includes... pope cody (animal kingdom x6) , lex luthor (superman x1) , nick miller (new girl x2) , michael robinavitch (the pitt x1) , gideon gemstone (righteous gemstones x1) **animal kingdom , superman spoilers implied ; not all bots are canon to show plots

animal kingdom

✧ honorary girl dad ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which andrew is finally the primary caregiver of lena ◟ fem!user , spoilers! ✧ starting over ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which you and andrew get the opportunity to start a new life for yourselves, away from his family ◟ gn!user ✧ gentle moments ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which you take the next step with andrew and the tender moments that follow in the aftermath ◟ gn!user ; req! - (sorry i didn't go into much detail... i don't really want to deal with shadowbanned bots, it's pretty clear what this entails however) ✧ babysitting duty ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which andrew finally caves and hires a babysitter for lena ◟ gn!user , spoilers! ✧ teacher teacher ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which andrew finally gets the opportunity to meet lena's teacher she speaks so highly of ◟ fem!user , brief spoiler! ✧ heavydirtysoul ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which andrew bares his soul to you in an attempt to clear his conscious ◟ fem!user

misc.,

✧ sympathy is a knife ◟ lex luthor (2025) ; getting to the root of lex's obsession with superman ◟ gn!user ✧ haircut ◟ nick miller ; nick's hair is overgrown, but he's stubborn about it like everything else in his life ✧ football incident ◟ nick miller ; attempting to bring nick to a healthcare professional after he gets injured playing football, though not the professional he would've preferred ✧ lonesome is a state of mind ◟ michael robinavitch ; michael finally chooses a day of peace with his (secret) partner instead of working himself to the bone in the PTMC ✧ american wedding ◟ gideon gemstone ; in which gideon finally moves back home after running off to LA for two years, bringing you, his partner, with him ◟ gn!user

note... i'm back! not really. all of these except lex + gideon have been sitting unlisted on my profile for... months. oops. that college burnout really hits hard as a STEM major. anyways. all of the pope ones are from the summer i think so if there's anything wrong with them, or any of them, just message and let me know! i will be trying to clear out my requests over the next few weeks, but no promises. these are also not all of the bots i had sitting unlisted, just the ones i was proudest of and was ready to release out into the world. so enjoy! any requests can be sent to my form in my pinned post, and you guys are always free to hit up my inbox for any reason :) if any of these are linked incorrectly or not opening please let me know ASAP... i'm posting this while half awake

a special thank you to @jclolz22 for proofreading all of the pope and nick bots and testing them out. and reading my messages when i blow her phone up (I reached a flow state typing out the lex bot)

once this is posted i will also be adding a taglist to my pinned post, so feel free to join that if you want to be tagged in future works! just bot releases for now, but I really want to get into writing fics too. so... yeah. send me your fic and bot requests!

love you all thank you for your continued support of this page and my work even though i was inactive for a while.

[bluestrd]

bot drop !

thought i would finally release some bots from the shackles of my drafts...

includes... pope cody (animal kingdom x6) , lex luthor (superman x1) , nick miller (new girl x2) , michael robinavitch (the pitt x1) , gideon gemstone (righteous gemstones x1) **animal kingdom , superman spoilers implied ; not all bots are canon to show plots

animal kingdom

✧ honorary girl dad ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which andrew is finally the primary caregiver of lena ◟ fem!user , spoilers! ✧ starting over ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which you and andrew get the opportunity to start a new life for yourselves, away from his family ◟ gn!user ✧ gentle moments ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which you take the next step with andrew and the tender moments that follow in the aftermath ◟ gn!user ; req! - (sorry i didn't go into much detail... i don't really want to deal with shadowbanned bots, it's pretty clear what this entails however) ✧ babysitting duty ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which andrew finally caves and hires a babysitter for lena ◟ gn!user , spoilers! ✧ teacher teacher ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which andrew finally gets the opportunity to meet lena's teacher she speaks so highly of ◟ fem!user , brief spoiler! ✧ heavydirtysoul ◟ andrew 'pope' cody ; in which andrew bares his soul to you in an attempt to clear his conscious ◟ fem!user

misc.,

✧ sympathy is a knife ◟ lex luthor (2025) ; getting to the root of lex's obsession with superman ◟ gn!user ✧ haircut ◟ nick miller ; nick's hair is overgrown, but he's stubborn about it like everything else in his life ✧ football incident ◟ nick miller ; attempting to bring nick to a healthcare professional after he gets injured playing football, though not the professional he would've preferred ✧ lonesome is a state of mind ◟ michael robinavitch ; michael finally chooses a day of peace with his (secret) partner instead of working himself to the bone in the PTMC ✧ american wedding ◟ gideon gemstone ; in which gideon finally moves back home after running off to LA for two years, bringing you, his partner, with him ◟ gn!user

note... i'm back! not really. all of these except lex + gideon have been sitting unlisted on my profile for... months. oops. that college burnout really hits hard as a STEM major. anyways. all of the pope ones are from the summer i think so if there's anything wrong with them, or any of them, just message and let me know! i will be trying to clear out my requests over the next few weeks, but no promises. these are also not all of the bots i had sitting unlisted, just the ones i was proudest of and was ready to release out into the world. so enjoy! any requests can be sent to my form in my pinned post, and you guys are always free to hit up my inbox for any reason :) if any of these are linked incorrectly or not opening please let me know ASAP... i'm posting this while half awake

a special thank you to @jclolz22 for proofreading all of the pope and nick bots and testing them out. and reading my messages when i blow her phone up (I reached a flow state typing out the lex bot)

once this is posted i will also be adding a taglist to my pinned post, so feel free to join that if you want to be tagged in future works! just bot releases for now, but I really want to get into writing fics too. so... yeah. send me your fic and bot requests!

love you all thank you for your continued support of this page and my work even though i was inactive for a while.

[keenbugg]

SICK of seeing posts complaining about the harmonica on bob dylan songs. you are FAKE and WEAK. not only is the harmonica fine it’s sometimes the best part of the whole song. the harmonica on mama you been on my mind? the harmonica at the ends of sad-eyed lady of the lowlands??? TRANSCENDENT

[catharticconsolation]

end of year update for anyone who cares:

- i have acquired a kermit the frog onesie.

- i have had a birthday.

- i have acquired my first real boyfriend.

- i shall be returning to bot making and fic writing for the new year.

i love you all, i hope all who celebrate have had the best christmas ever, and i hope you have the best new year's.

[renanan88]

reblog if you are a boykisser or girlkisser or just queer in any sense of the word

[rr-after-dark]

family secret - dr. jack abbot x reader

Summary: You've managed to keep your relationship and family with Dr. Jack Abbot private from his work for an entire decade. But your last pregnancy doesn't seem to care about that as you get brought to PTMC for an emergency delivery.

Tags/Notes: wife/mom reader, pregnant reader, domestic fluff, big family, secret family trope, cast shenanigans, kid fic, uhhh this is also a hucklerobby fic, inaccurate medicine/doctor google

Content: preeclampsia/HELLP syndrome leading to emergent c-section (not graphic or intense, genre is definitely fluff)

A/N: i literally started writing this randomly at 10am and then wrote 6.4k words and now it's 3:30 i've never been so 'i blacked out and here's this' for some reason idk i really love this fic

Word Count: 6.4k

You’ve managed to keep your relationship with Dr. Jack Abbot private for an entire decade. The only person at the hospital who knows you and your kids even exist is Robby and he’s agreed to respect Jack’s boundaries. Jack made it clear from day one when you started dating: He needs to keep the hospital at the hospital and his home at home. Otherwise, they start to bleed into each other.

And you really don’t mind. The two of you have plenty of friends from your cozy family-oriented neighborhood, the hot yoga class you go to together, and your kids’ daycare and schools. Jack comes home on time fully present and never agrees to be on-call. He prioritizes you and the kids over everything. He tells you all about the hospital and the people he works with, but it’s a footnote in your life, not a main plot. It might not be conventional for most doctors’ wives who turn the hospital into a member of the family, but it works well for the gaggle of Abbots.

Speaking of which, on a lovely late July morning, you decide it’s a good day for the farmer’s market and park with the whole gang. Jack keeps trying to insist you spend the perfect, glorious summer inside because he always worries too much when you’re pregnant. But, having been pregnant for roughly four of the last eight years, you’re pretty sure you know what you’re doing at this point. This morning you woke up in fairly minimal pain for being 32 weeks pregnant with twins, all the kids are in a good mood, and the weather is absolutely ideal. So, a few hours after Jack heads to the hospital, you tell everyone the plan.

Half an hour of getting-ready chaos ensues. You put on a sundress for the hell of it and then help seven-year-old Sam braid her short hair into pigtails. Her hair’s turning darker these days, growing out from the bright red all your kids have been born with. She puts on her favorite floral romper and picks out a matching onesie for her one-year-old sister Amelia while you grab clothes for the boys. Five-year-old Max will only wear dinosaur tees at the moment, so that’s what he gets, and four-year-old Mikey wants to wear one, too, so they end up devastatingly cute in matching shirts and matching chaotic curls they refuse to let you brush today.

Once you’ve packed up way too much stuff, you settle Amelia in her stroller, hand the diaper bag to Samantha, who loves playing second mom despite your worries about parentification, and take your pregnant ass outside to enjoy the sunshine. Max lingers close to your side like always, watching out for any cracks in the sidewalk so you don’t trip since he’s such a mama’s boy. His shadow Mikey holds his hand at your insistence.

The farmer’s market is only two blocks from your house, so it’s an easy walk. The stalls take up one half of the park and the other is full of families and couples. After a week of feeling sick, you start to feel more like a person underneath the warm sun. You give Sam $20 and tell her to get whatever she wants while staying where you can see her. Meanwhile, you find breakfast treats for the other kids. Mikey will eat anything, so you get him an egg and bacon pastry thing that you know he’ll devour. Max is picky, but he always wants to eat what you eat, which means you choose a veggie breakfast burrito with some mild peppers and tomatoes to push him just a bit to expand his palette. Amelia’s still mostly breastfeeding, but you grab a pint of strawberries she’ll nibble at. You also grab a loaf of chocolate chip banana bread for everyone to get a sweet bite of. Sam meets back up with you holding a cinnamon roll the size of her head and, to appease you, a small container of grapes.

With Mikey’s ‘help,’ you spread out your favorite thick flannel picnic blanket that’s been with your family through countless July 4th fireworks and Labor Day cookouts. You lock the stroller, slowly and carefully sit down on the ground with the kids, and settle Amelia between your legs. Everyone eats while you bask in the sun, only half-listening to them pointing out puppies running by or particularly interesting clouds. Max even manages to eat his third of the burrito without complaint, though he’s definitely more attracted to the sweets. Sam plays peek-a-boo with Amelia. You get to spend one of those rare, perfect minutes just feeling grateful for the life you’ve managed to put together.

The only thing that would make it better is Jack’s presence, but the best you can do right now is snap a picture of the kids contentedly hanging out together, your bump at the bottom of the frame, and send it his way. You’ve managed to catch him on a break, so you’re pleased to see the dots appear right away.

Hubby: Beautiful day for my beautiful family. Farmer’s market?

Yep, I even got you some banana bread.

Hubby: You take such good care of me. Make sure to take care of yourself out there, though. It’s hot out today.

I know, baby. I’m literally outside. With my bottle of ice water. And my misting fan thing. Dressed appropriately for the weather. Worry wart.

Hubby: God forbid I watch out for my heavily pregnant wife.

Hubby: I have to get back; multi-vehicle crash about to come in.

Hubby: Love you all so much.

You announce to the kids, “Daddy says he loves you.”

A moment later, you text him: I love you, Jackie. Sam and Max say they love you back, too. Mikey would like to inquire if you want an acorn and a roly poly from him when you get home. Amelia just thinks it’s almost boob time.

Hubby: Yes to the acorn, no to the bug.

Hubby: And save some boob time for daddy later.

Pervert. Love you again.

Hubby: Love you again again.

As you tuck your phone away, the boys ask to go to the nearby playground on the other side of the park, so you haul yourself back up and head that way. While they sprint off, Mikey managing to keep up with his big brother somehow, Sam picks up her sister and kisses her chubby cheek and asks, “Can we go to the swings? They have the bucket ones for babies here.”

“Sure, stinker, that’ll be fun.”

She smiles wide and you waddle behind her to the swing set, making sure to choose a position where you can still watch the boys. Max has always been sensitive and small while Mikey’s already a spitfire who likes to play rough, so you keep a close eye on them. You hadn’t meant to have another baby so soon after Max was born, but now you’re glad to have your boys so close in age. Hopefully Amelia will bond with her new siblings the same way, but, if not, she’ll always be Sam’s mini-me. You watch her shrieking out giggles as Sam gently swings her back and forth. You can’t resist taking another picture to send to Jack for whenever he’s out of the weeds.

A while later, Amelia starts fussing and you heft her out of the swing. Sam observes, “I think she’s ready for her brunch now.”

“Good call. Just hang onto her for a sec and I’ll get set up.” You’re collecting your breastfeeding supplies from the stroller when the world starts to tilt and spin. You swallow hard and reach for the bench to steady yourself. “Sam, I’m feeling kinda dizzy; can you get your brothers back over here so we can all sit down for a minute?”

“Sure, let me just-”

And then you’re seeing spots before your vision goes black.

Two EMTs roll a gurney in from the ambulance bay and one of them hollers, “I’m gonna need some babysitters out here ASAP! I’ve got a passed-out pregnant mom with four kids under seven in tow.”

Dana’s head snaps up from the nurse’s station and she scans the board. She calls out, “Whitaker, go play house for a while. Take them up to pedes; they’ve got games in the waiting room.” Then she trains her eyes on the EMT as Dr. Santos takes over the crashing patient and demands, “Why the hell didn’t you call social services?”

“The seven-year-old kept saying her dad works at the hospital.” He shrugs, shrinking under her serious expression. “I figured he was here and could watch them. They followed in a second ambulance, so it wasn’t scary for them or anything. We’re supposed to get a hold of the other parent first.”

She presses, “And did you get him on the phone?”

“Well, no, but-”

Her glare only strengthens. “Then you’re supposed to call social services for a representative to watch the kids while they locate him or another trusted party so that my damn medical students don’t have to stop working to babysit.” She looks over at said student, though, and softens. Dennis had a hard day and he’s lighting up as he entertains the mess of auburn- and red-headed kids, who seem surprisingly unbothered, considering. With a huff, Dana tells him, “Get back out there. We’ve got it.”

“Thank you; you’re the best.”

“Don’t I know it.” She hustles across the ED with some orders to her nurses and joins Trinity by the gurney, where the patient is unconscious but hooked up to fluids and wearing an oxygen mask. Abbot and Robby are elbows deep in a multi-vehicle collision on the other side of the planet, so it’s on Dana to keep track of the ducklings as they manage the less-urgent cases on their own. This is starting to look urgent, though, with spiking blood pressure and no signs of regaining consciousness. Trinity’s got a portable ultrasound on her bump as Dana asks, “What have you got?”

Trinity’s eyes go to hers and she can see the stress in them. “Definitely sudden-onset preeclampsia. EMT said she was vomiting in the ambulance going in and out of consciousness, complained of a headache and vision issues. Shortness of breath, now, too. I think she’s got HELLP.”

“Page OB,” Dana orders, firm and confident. “Looks like we’re gonna need a C-section here. Go talk to the kids; we need to find their dad ASAP. Apparently he works in the hospital. Whitaker took the whole crew up to pedes.”

Trinity nods and scurries off while Dana flags down a more experienced resident to take over. Up in pediatrics, Dennis is sitting on the floor playing with two little boys at an activity table while a slightly older girl holds a baby who looks just like her behind him on the couch. She rushes over and Whitaker looks up with relief in his eyes. “Can you watch them for a minute? I have to pee so bad.”

“No problem, huckleberry,” she replies with a grimace. He practically sprints out of there. She’s not good with kids and she doesn’t like them, but sometimes it’s part of the job. Sitting on the couch next to the oldest kid, she says, “My name’s Dr. Santos and I’m helping take care of your mom. What’s your name?”

“Sam,” she says quietly, nervously bouncing her little sister on her knee. “Is mom okay?”

“She’s still with the doctors downstairs, but they gave me a very important mission to talk to you first thing.”

She wrinkles her brows in a way that strikes Trinity as familiar for some reason. “An important mission?”

“It’s my job to find your dad,” Trinity informs her seriously. “Now, I need your help to do that. He works here at the hospital, right? What’s your full name, Sam?”

“Samantha Elise Abbot. My initials are S-E-A like the ocean.”

“That’s really cool,” Santos replies as she starts to scribble it down on her notepad, not yet thinking it through. “Is that Abbot with one T or two? You know what’s funny? We actually have a doctor down in the emergency department who- Oh, fuck.”

One of the younger boys whips around and informs her with a frown, “That’s a naughty word.”

“Yes,” she squeaks, “yes, it is. You should never, ever say it.” Nausea rolls through her body and she starts to go pale as she pieces together hooded hazel eyes and wild curly hair and charming crooked teeth. As she imagines the unconscious, decompensating pregnant patient down in the ER. Trying to appear calm and neutral through the anxiety, she smiles at Sam again and asks, “Do you know your daddy’s first name? It’ll be easy for me to look him up and get him for your mom.”

Sam nods and tells her, “Jack Abbot. Two Bs, one T.”

“That’s really good, thank you,” Santos replies, the words coming out sort of like a whimper. When she spots Dennis heading back from the bathroom, she gives Sam a squeeze on the knee and says, “Someone’s gonna come up and talk to you as soon as they can, okay? Ask Dr. Whitaker to show you the good vending machine; it has gummy worms.”

Then she’s running back to the stairs, fast enough that she gets yelled at by a passing nurse. 

Dana shoots her hand out when Trinity goes to sprint by. “No running in the ED; you know that.”

Trinity doubles over to hold her knees as she catches her breath for a second. “It’s- it’s-” 

“You found the dad?”

“Getting him now,” she wheezes back. “It’s Dr. Abbot. Their dad.”

“What?!” Dana's heart starts to pound as she reevaluates her entire eight-year career with Jack. Hell, she's known him longer than one of those kids has been alive. “Dr. Abbot has four kids?”

“Six,” Trinity corrects, standing back up straight. “Mom’s about to have twins.”

“Okay, shit. Wow.” She shoos Santos toward the bays and urges, “Trauma three. Maybe some running in the ER. Just this once.”

And Trinity’s gone again, thankful that her mom made her do track in high school. The trauma bay is pure chaos, with Jack and Robby at the center of it. Trinity takes a deep breath, clears her throat, and shouts in her bravest voice, “Dr. Abbot, can I speak to you, please?”

Rolling his eyes, Jack’s hands follow behind Robby’s, deep in an abdominal cavity. “Kind of busy here, Santos.”

She bites her lip and urges, “It’s important. Really important. I cannot possibly stress enough how important.”

He discards used packing and grabs a scalpel from the tray that King’s keeping clean and stocked for him. “Spit it out then, Jesus!”

On the verge of tears, Trinity rushes out, “Your wife lost consciousness and was brought to the hospital by ambulance presenting with preeclampsia and likely HELLP and she’s being prepped for an emergency C-section by Walsh and Langdon right now and all your kids are up in the pediatrics waiting room with Whitaker.”

Everyone freezes.

One, two, three breaths pass.

The scalpel in Jack’s hand clatters to the ground and the sound sends everyone back into motion, Robby resuming the procedure right away as he tells Jack, “Go. Now.” To the closest nurse, he says, “Page Shen; see if he can come in to cover.”

Jack steps back from the patient, gloved hands in the air, and says in a strained voice, “Javadi, step in for Mel. Dr. King, take over my position.”

Her eyes widen. “But I’ve never done a-”

Robby grunts on Jack’s behalf, “You’re already scrubbed. It’s a teaching hospital; I’ll teach you.”

She swallows hard and steps forward as Robby gives her rapid-fire orders. “Okay. Okay, I've got this.”

Jack takes another stride back and turns to Santos. “Help me.”

Immediately, she breaks his gown’s ties and tugs it away from him, helping to peel off his gloves at the same time. He pulls off his face shield, shoves it into Trinity’s waiting arms, and starts washing his hands hard, fast, and thorough. "Do you know anything else about her situation, Santos?"

"Um, no, not yet. We paged OB as soon as we suspected preeclampsia and brought in a more senior doctor."

"Got it. Which surgical suite?"

She frantically checks her pager and answers, "Six."

"Stick by my side; you can scrub in."

"Wait, really?"

"You need to observe an emergent c-section, don't you?"

"Um, yes, but-"

"Let's go, kid."

Robby hollers to him, “When I finish here, I’ll get a status report, talk to all the kids, and take them home, alright? Just focus on your girl and the babies. I've got them."

Jack nods gruffly and follows Trinity out. Mel stammers, “All his kids? Babies? Plural? What the hell is-”

“Dr. Abbot has four kids and two on the way – very imminently, apparently. Fuck, they aren’t due for seven more weeks.” As the patient’s blood pressure starts to drop, Robby takes a deep, steadying breath and makes everyone else do the same. “Focus up, everyone. I know you’re all surprised, but we’ve still got a patient to take care of here. Let’s do this.”

An hour later, Robby hands things off to Shen, changes into his regular clothes, and takes the elevator up to pediatrics once he has the update from OB. He leans his head against the cool metal and sips his water. He’s grateful it’s Dennis watching them and not any of the other doctors because he definitely needs the hug and warm kiss that he gets greeted with as soon as he’s upstairs.

Whitaker brushes the side of Robby’s face with his thumb and then squeezes his arm. “What are you doing up here?”

Robby sighs heavily and nods toward the kids. “Mom’s got HELLP. They’re starting an emergency c-section soon.”

“Shit, alright. Have they found the dad yet?”

“Ah, yes, they have,” Robby replies hesitantly. Whitaker’s been his boyfriend for six months now and it was inevitable that he’d have to be let in on the Abbot family secret if things are going to continue, but Robby wasn’t prepared for it to be under these circumstances. “And a trusted adult is going to take the kids home and watch them until the extended family can get in from Philadelphia.”

“Okay, that’s good. What do I tell them? I’ve never had to-”

The four-year-old Dennis has been wrangling careens into Robby’s legs before Dennis can finish speaking. He reaches up for the Chief Attending with greedy grabby hands, squealing out, “Uncle Wobby!”

Robby cringes a bit, knowing that this is the moment his best friend’s been trying to avoid as long as he’s known him and that he’s not here for good news. But he can’t resist those wide green eyes and that gap-toothed smile for more than five seconds. He bends down and hoists the little kid into his arms like it’s second nature, groaning a bit because he’s getting way too old for this. “There's my Mikey boy!”

Even as his mind reels, struggling to process, Dennis has to admit his heart clenches up a bit watching his boyfriend with a little kid. “Wait, how do you know- Mikey? Like Michael? Robvinavitch? Like-”

Then the baby girl whines for Robby’s attention, still sitting on her sister’s legs but squirmy now, and Robby closes the space between them. He plops down on the couch next to Sam and lets Amelia crawl into his lap as Mikey squeezes himself between his sister and Robby.

Robby picks up the tiniest Abbot and coos, “And there’s sweet Melly Belly, oh my goodness, what a lucky day for me.” He plants a kiss on Mikey’s thick red hair as he settles Amelia on his chest and says, “I heard your mom's here; are you all okay?” Mikey just shrugs, so Robby looks over at the oldest expectantly, “Sammy? You four doing alright?”

She nods and tells him proudly, “Mom said she felt dizzy, so I helped her sit down on the bench, I poked the closest grownup I could find, and I told the ambulance guys that my daddy works at PTMC.”

He ruffles her short hair and praises, “Good job, kiddo. You did exactly the right thing.”

“And Denny gave us snacks,” Mikey adds, presenting a half-eaten Snickers. “I’m saving this part for mommy.”

“That’s really thoughtful, champ, but I think it’s gonna melt.”

Mikey shrugs and decides to eat it himself.

Max, who seems particularly small right now, looks up at Robby with eyes full of tears he’s been trying not to let fall. “Can we see mommy and daddy soon?”

“Not until tomorrow, bud, but we can FaceTime them tonight before bed,” he replies gently.

He guides Mikey back to the floor, where he immediately returns to the tabletop puzzle thing, spreading his chocolatey fingers around. Dennis sighs and excuses himself to grab wipes from the pedes nurses. Max crawls up on Robby’s other side, tucking under his arm and burying his face in the navy hoodie.

Robby hugs him close and soothes, “I bet it was scary seeing your mommy like that and having to come to the hospital. You’re all being really brave.”

Max nods and sniffles. In a tiny muffled shaky voice, he asks, “Is she okay?”

Robby glances over at Dennis, seeing the questions in his eyes as he cleans off Mikey’s hands and the activity table. Robby says, “C’mere, gang, let’s talk about what’s going on with your mom.” The kids circle up with anxious wide eyes and he explains, “Your mom got all dizzy today because of this thing with a big long name that means her heart started working too hard. The babies aren’t crazy about her heart drumming right on their heads, so the doctors are gonna take them out in a few minutes so they can get some peace and quiet.”

Mikey’s mouth drops open. “Babies today?”

“Babies today,” Robby confirms, trying to keep his tone light so they don’t realize just how much of an emergency it is.

Sam frowns at that, though, thinking through it. “Dad said the babies wouldn’t be here until school starts. It’s not even August. Is it okay for them to come now instead? They’re still really little, aren’t they?”

“They’re gonna be small, yeah, but your mom’s been pregnant for 32 weeks, and that’s actually a pretty safe time for babies to be born.” He swallows hard and tells her, “They’re gonna have to stay here for a while after – probably a month – so the doctors can help them get bigger outside of mommy, though. But you’ll be able to come visit them soon.”

Max tugs his sleeve. “What about mommy? Is she gonna die?”

Sam shoves him on the arm and hisses, “Don’t say that!”

“It’s okay to ask, Sammy,” Robby replies gently. “Because she got right to the hospital, she should be okay. She’s gonna need probably a week here to get better. They’re taking out the babies in a surgery, so she has to heal from that and we have to make sure her heart’s okay.”

Sam asks, “That’s called a c-section, right?”

Robby gives her a tired smile and nods. “Good work, kid. It’s short for ‘Caesarian,’ like Caesar.”

“The Roman guy?”

“That’s the one. You’re already smarter than your dad, huh?”

She nods, self-satisfied, and asks, “Are you staying at our house tonight?”

“Yeah, I took the rest of the day off to hang out with my favorite nieces and nephews.” He explains further, “Your Grandma and Grandpa Abbot and Aunt Gracie are gonna come stay with you guys while the babies are waiting to go home.”

Mikey perks up. “Gramma and grampa?”

“That’s right, champ. Someone’s about to swimming in candy and pocket change.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Michael!” Sam gawks at him. “Dad told you to stop saying that.”

“Dad’s not here,” he replies, sing-songy.

She points out, “Uncle Robby’s here.”

“Wobby doesn’t care about bad words. Wight, Wobby?”

Robby gives Mikey’s shoulder a squeeze and, since it’s a hard day, replies, “Hell no, I don’t. At least not the…less-bad one.”

Dennis scoffs. “You’re a good influence, aren’t you?”

“Someone’s gotta be the cool uncle,” Robby replies with a shrug. Amelia starts to sniffle against his shoulder and he asks Sam, “When did your mom last feed her?”

“She was about to at the park when she passed out.”

“Shit, alright. I bet you’re getting very hungry, munchkin.” Robby stands up, shoulders the diaper bag, and settles the baby in the crook of his arm. He gestures for the other kids to follow. “Let’s get home; your mom’s got breast milk in the fridge.”

Tentatively, Dennis touches Robby’s bicep and asks, “Can I come help, too? Four kids to one gay uncle seems like a tough ratio.”

“Sounds great.” Robby grins at him and says, “Crash course for when we have our own?”

“You do look awfully cute holding a baby.”

With all the kids sound asleep, Dennis shakes his head as he runs his fingers through Robby’s chest hair while they snuggle in the Abbots’ ridiculously comfortable guest room. “You have a whole human being named after you and you didn’t tell me.”

“Blame Jack,” Robby replies, turning another page of his book. “If I had it my way, I’d keep a picture of that kid in my wallet and show him to every person I met. I delivered him in the bed of my truck; that’s why they named him after me.”

Dennis straightens up and laughs. “Seriously? How the hell did that happen?”

“Kid was way overdue, but she absolutely insisted we all go to her family’s Labor Day cookout thing out on the lake.” Robby laughs and closes the book to tell him, “Her water broke while we were driving. The third baby tends to come pretty fast from there and Jack was a nervous wreck. Had Mikey in my arms before the ambulance even showed up.”

Dennis hums contentedly, “That’s incredible. You’re a super uncle.”

“They’re all my godchildren, by the way.” He nudges Dennis gently, slings an arm around him, and adds lightly, “Guess I should’ve told you that part in case something horrific happens and we end up with six kids to take care of.”

“My mother would love that,” Dennis huffs. “Might even forgive me for being gay.”

“So it’s agreed.” He nips Dennis’ ear and teases, “We murder the Abbots and steal their adorable children so we don’t have to deal with adoption or surrogacy.”

Dennis grins, leans up, and gives him a warm kiss. “Deal.”

“Well, I guess our cover’s blown,” you sigh as yet another emergency room doctor – this time Mel King – comes to introduce themself to you and your kids, who are bouncing off the walls during their latest visit. You don’t mind, though. Each time, Jack instructs them to take the kids outside the room, giving you a few moments of peace and quiet among the beautiful chaos. Once you’re alone, Jack offers you another slice of banana on a plastic fork and you take it, pretending to frown at him. “I hate bananas.”

“You love bananas.”

“I stopped loving them three bananas ago.”

“Would you rather have more hospital scrambled eggs?” When you wrinkle your nose up at the mere idea, he says, “That’s what I thought.”

“I really am sorry for coming to the Pitt, Jackie,” you sigh. It’s the third time you’ve done this routine, but you still feel bad about it. “I passed out and they just took us all to the nearest ER. I guess Sam was telling them that you work here, too.”

Jack shakes his head and laughs. “You just gave birth to my fifth and sixth kids, honey. I never want to hear you apologize for anything. Say it one more time and I’m filing for divorce.”

“A little counter-intuitive, maybe, but point taken.”

Jack kisses your hand and holds it close to his chest. With a more serious expression, he assures you, “Because they brought you here instead of anywhere else, I was able to see the twins come into the world and make sure you were okay through it. I’d rather deal with my coworkers joking about my breeding kink than miss that.”

Your mouth falls open. “Did someone seriously make that joke while your wife was in surgery?”

“Langdon, yeah.” He puts on an impression and repeats, “‘Jesus, Abbot, baby number six? You ever think about these new contraptions called condoms or are you just that obsessed with-’”

You smack him on the arm and laugh, “I don’t even want to hear the end of that. And you’d better not tell any of our friends; Jenny has a planned C-section and I don’t want her thinking about the kinds of comments her doctors make.”

“He wouldn’t have said it if you had a waking surgery,” he replies with a stupid smirk. Then he leans forward and kisses your forehead. “You look so fucking beautiful.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you ask, “The hospital gown and greasy hair thing does it for you?”

He kisses over your cheeks and jaw until you’re grinning and giggling at him. “The ‘being the perfect mother of my perfect children’ thing does it for me.”

“Perfect children?” You catch his roving mouth and kiss him. “The first thing Mikey did when he saw me was hand me a dead bug from his pocket.”

“As a gift,” Jack repleis with mock offense. Then he scoots closer so he can rest his chin on the top of your head. “They’re perfect. All of them. Just like their mother.”

You blink back welling tears; Jack is too good to you sometimes and your hormones can't handle it. Instead, you run your fingers through his curls and say, “Y’know, your coworkers aren’t half bad, Jackie.”

“They’re alright,” he concedes while you both watch Mel and Santos running up and down the hall with your kids on their shoulders in various formations. “The kids are all gonna want to visit here now, aren’t they?”

“And you’re gonna happily give them a tour of their daddy’s work,” you say with a menacing giggle. “You’re gonna end up with a doctor for a kid.”

He groans and buries his face in your shoulder. “My worst fear.”

“At least you’ve been saving for the kids’ college funds since you started as a doctor,” you reply knowingly. “We can afford one, maybe two of them being a doctor.”

Before Jack can respond, your favorite pedes nurse pushes the door open with a big smile. Today she’s wearing yellow scrubs with ducks on the pockets, a duckbill claw clip holding up her hair. All the kids are standing politely behind her, well-behaved and quiet like they almost never are, with Robby bringing up the rear holding Amelia.

With a big smile, the nurse asks, “Mom and dad, are you ready for your new babies to meet their big siblings?”

You let out a happy squeal and Jack grins, too. This has always been one of your favorite parts of having a big family. “Beyond ready.”

While Robby hangs back with Amelia since she isn’t old enough to join yet, Jack helps you transfer into the wheelchair that’s become your best friend the past few days and pushes you toward the NICU visitation room. Jack may have pulled a couple of strings so they’d allow all three of the older kids into a private room at once instead of one at a time. Once they all have masks tied on and hands very thoroughly scrubbed, the nurse reminds them to stay quiet and calm as she rolls in the babies. “Introducing Claire Lily Abbot and Caleb Benjamin Abbot.”

Samantha beams as she looks at you and Jack. “You named her Claire? That was my idea!”

“We thought it was perfect,” you reply, heart swelling with love as Sam’s eyes go misty.

Max peers up onto the cots and whispers reverently, “They’re so tiny. Was I ever that tiny?”

“Only when you were in my tummy, baby,” you reply. “They came early, so they’re extra small, but they’ll keep getting bigger every day until they can come home.”

“Wow. They’re already working so hard.”

Jack plays with his hair and says, “That’s right, bud. Their whole job right now is getting big and strong like you.”

He shakes his head and glances up at his dad. “I’m not big and strong. You’re big and strong.”

“And you’re half me,” Jack points out. “Mommy’s pretty big and strong too, right?” He nods slowly, so Jack says, “The other half is her. If my math is right – and I’m really good at fractions – that makes you big and strong, too.”

Mikey tugs his other hand. “And me, daddy?”

“You too, super boy,” he replies. Then he looks up at Samantha, who’s still absolutely rapt, gazing down at the twins. “What do you think, Sammy? This is your fifth time meeting a baby sibling; how’s it compare to the others?”

“They’re way cooler than these two,” she says, poking each of her brothers. Then she smiles again, seemingly unable to stop from curling into them, and tells you, “Claire looks just like you, mom. She even has your eyes.”

“Everyone’s been saying that. Guess I finally beat your dad’s genes after he got four carbon copies,” you laugh softly as you watch them together, Sam’s eyes watery and tender. “I think Caleb looks a lot like you, sweetheart. He’s got your cute cheeks.”

“Yeah?” She beams down at her new brother, gently touching his tiny hand. When he instinctively curls his fingers around hers, she sniffles. “You’re awfully cute, little man.”

“Definitely one of our top six cutest kids,” Jack says as he rubs Sam’s back, Max still holding his other hand. “You’re such a good big sister. Thanks for watching out for the others while your mom went to the hospital. You’re so brave.”

She leans into his touch. “Thanks, dad.”

Unimpressed with the situation as a whole, Mikey screws up his face, looks back at you, and asks seriously, “When are Claiwe and Caleb gonna get fun?”

You stifle your laugh. “Is Amelia fun yet?”

He frowns. “Nope, still bowing.”

“Well, she’s gonna get fun first,” you tell him, exchanging amused glances with Jack. “Then they’ll get fun about a year after that.”

“That’s like fowever from now,” he whines.

Sam nudges him. “Shh, Mikey. We’re supposed to stay calm for the babies.”

“But they’re bowing,” he insists. “I’m bowed.”

You give a knowing nod to the nurse and she gets the message, kneeling down to his level and asking, “How would you like to race me in a wheelchair?”

That gets his attention, so he gives you a tight, quick hug and then runs behind her, already talking her ear off. Jack soothes his fingers through your hair and chuckles, “How did we get such an extrovert?”

“He takes after his uncle.”

“Yeah, because Robby’s such a ray of sunshine.”

“Fair point.”

After a few more minutes of gawking, Max and Sam are ready to head out, too, so they say goodbye and go home with Jack’s parents while you two hang back for skin-to-skin time in the private room. Jack’s committed to staying at the hospital with you until you’re discharged so he doesn’t miss out on any time with the babies and so you aren’t alone. With his parents and sister at home to take care of the kids, you couldn’t even pretend you didn’t want him to do just that.

As the NICU nurse checks the twins’ vitals one more time to make sure they’re up for handling, Jack guides your hospital gown lower and then tugs off his own shirt, standing in only his gray sweats.

You give Jack a low catcalling whistle. “Yeah, show off those abs, daddy.”

“Not in front of my coworkers, mommy,” he lilts back as the nurse laughs. He helps you maneuver into the loveseat so you can put your feet up and be more comfortable and then sits next to you.

“God forbid a girl admire her sexy doctor husband.”

The nurse interrupts with a gentle expression, “Alright, lovebirds, who wants who?”

Jack tells her, “It’s boys and girls today.”

She nods and then guides the babies onto each of your chests. They’re both sleepy after their afternoon feeding and burping, so they curl in right away. “I’ll leave you four alone for some quality time; press the button if you need me.”

As she heads out, you lean your head on Jack’s shoulder and tease, “You really do look hot holding a baby.”

“I think that’s probably how I ended up with six of them,” he chuckles. Pressing his nose to the top of Caleb’s head, he sighs wistfully, “I’ll never get tired of that newborn smell.”

“Me neither,” you whisper as you breathe in the soft, sweet scent. Sniffing back tears all of a sudden, you look down at Claire’s wispy hair and whimper, “I think she’s way smaller than a pineapple.”

Jack laughs as he rubs Caleb’s back, his big hand warming his little body. “What?”

Still crying gently because it’s impossible not to right now, you explain, “The app said they were the size of pineapples this week.”

Jack cracks a sweet smile and replies, “She’s just a small pineapple. One of those organic ones with no GMOs.” Then he kisses Caleb’s head and laughs, “This one’s full of GMOs, though, huh? Stealing all your sister’s food in there, chunky monkey.”

You give a joking glare. “He takes after his father.”

“It was one slice of pizza.”

“Off my plate,” you remind him with a scoff, “when I was forty-one weeks pregnant with your bowling ball baby.”

“Never gonna live that one down, am I?”

“Definitely not.”

“Good. You wouldn’t be my wife if you let go of a food-based grudge.” Caleb gives a soft coo and scrunches up his fists; in response, Jack pouts out his lower lip and says, “I’m getting cuteness aggression over here. They’re excruciatingly perfect.

“Yeah, they are. I just wanna smush them.” You rest your head on his shoulder, let the hormones wash through you, and say gently, “Thanks for all the babies, Jackie.”

He laughs and rolls his eyes. “I don’t think it’s fair to take credit for five orgasms when you carried six human beings for, like, four years altogether. But you’re welcome anyway.”

“I wouldn’t have let you get me pregnant five times if you didn’t earn it,” you reply, leaning into him more closely. “Sam trusts you with school gossip, which is high praise from her. Max feels safe enough with you to be his soft, sweet self. Mikey thinks you’re a superhero and spends all his time trying to impress you. And Amelia…well, I’m still her favorite because of the boob distribution in our relationship, but that’s not your fault.”

He gives you a dopey smirk that you love. “That’s why you’re my favorite, too.”

Leaning over to chase him for a kiss, you murmur against his lips, “Pervert.”

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★ glitterfy words (glitter text generator)

!!! % for fancy fonts: 𖥻

★ messletters

!!! % to remove background: 𖥻

★ remove.bg

!!! % to pick colors and swatches from a picture: 𖥻

★ image color picker

!!! % for aesthetic symbols and kaomojis: 𖥻

★ amino post

★ emoji combos

★ emoji db

★ kaomoji

!!! % for blinkies, dividers, gifs and stamps : 𖥻

★ blinkies generator

★ @animatedglittergraphics-n-more (blog that posts said content)

★ @graphics-cafe (blog that posts said content)