Thinking about moving blogs and rebranding, keeping everything innocent enough on it that maybe it wonāt get flagged and picking an alias and Aesthetic.
Shhh I know Christmas was yesterday but I got myself really worked up with this post from earlier so.
Contents: Hiding labor, denying labor, birth denial, pushing the baby back in.
When Ella woke on Christmas morning to the feeling of her belly tightening in a cramp, she didnāt think much of it. After all, she was more than a week overdue, and had been rushing around for the past two weeks making sure everything was perfect. It was her and her husbandās first time hosting their families for Christmas dinner, after all, it needed to be good. Between preparing dishes ahead of time, making sure the house was spotless, and hand placing each and every decoration so they looked just right, she hadnāt given herself much time to rest, and Braxton Hicks had been common. The idea that the contraction might not be false was miles from her mind as she heaved herself out of bed and padded toward the kitchen to begin breakfast.
The next contraction was just a brief, lasting only a few seconds as she stepped away from the stovetop to greet her sister with a hug.Ā
āMerry Christmas!ā Emily laughed, before reaching to lay a hand on her belly, āLooks like you and Mike are gonna have a present of your own any day now!āĀ
āIām hoping so, if heās not here by New Years I might have to start drafting an eviction notice!āĀ
Breakfast went without incident, though Mike had noted with a touch of worry that Ella hadnāt eaten much, despite the ravenous appetite sheād developed in the back half of her pregnancy. She soothed him with a hand on his chest and a laugh, reminding him of her midnight search for cookie dough the night before.
Two more contractions came as presents were opened, and in another circumstance, she might have noted their growing regularity then. As it was, though, she was tucked into her husbandās side on the couch, his hand resting ever-possessively on her belly while they watched their nieces and nephews tear into brightly colored wrapping paper, shouts of glee filling the room. She nuzzled against his side and knew they were thinking the same thing, that Christmas could never be fully complete until their own children were joining the frenzy of joy.Ā
A quick nap while the children played, sheād hoped, would make it easier. After all, rest had always helped the Braxton Hicks before.Ā
She was wrong, sheād realized a few hours later, having to set both hands against the edge of the counter and lean against it, clenching her jaw as she breathed through the latest pain, the sixth in the hour, each one worse than the last. Her chest heaved as it finally tapered off, and she cradled her belly through her apron for a moment.Ā
āYou wouldnāt have to bother with these practice contractions if youād just come out.ā She reasoned ignorantly with her unborn son, smiling when in response a foot pressed against the top of her belly, visibly distending it. āYou get that stubbornness from your daddy.ā She mumbled, reaching back for the rolling pin and continuing her diligent work rolling out the pie crusts.Ā
The inkling that the contractions might be real didnāt dawn until she finally sat down at the table, at Mikeās insistence, while he set the table. Immediately the position felt wrong, no matter how she adjusted her legs. Though sheād felt it all day, and her sister in law had even commented on it, she was suddenly aware of just how low he was. His head had been engaged for the better part of the week but this was different.Ā
The full realization that this labor was real came only a few minutes later with her first contraction in that position, right as everyone began to eat. She brought her drink to her lips as it began to hide the grimace, then almost dropped it when she felt the head grind insistently down against her cervix, lodging itself fully in the bowl of her pelvis, doing its best to work its way through.
A forced laugh saved her from a few concerned looks once the peak had passed, a comment about pregnancy changing the tastes of even her favorite drinks earning her a few sympathetic smiles from the women at the table, who not-so-discreetly redirected their husbandās attention away.Ā
Her water hadnāt broken yet, she reasoned, which was a good sign. It meant she still had plenty of time. After all, sheād been warned extensively that first babies and overdue babies both tended to have long labors, and her baby was both. She had plenty of time. Sheād almost convinced herself that her son might not even be born until the next morning when the next contraction seized her, and she worked hard to keep her face neutral.Ā
It remained that way for the two hours they spent at the table. The pain would come and sheād breathe through it, keeping a calm face or hiding it with food or drink, though her appetite was negligible and she mainly pushed her meal around. Between contractions she would do her best to participate in the chit chat, sticking to safe, shallow topics that wouldnāt require her to maintain too much attention. One hand remained below the table at all times, holding the underside of her belly as if she could physically hold him back from moving down.Ā
Finally, blissfully, dinner was done. The children had migrated back to their toys, and the conversation had lulled, no one reaching for another helping. She looked forward to being able to stand again, hoping it would relieve the horrible grinding feeling, or at least the awful, awful pressure.Ā
When she tried, however, she had to swallow down a shout, whiteknuckled grip remaining on the edge of the table for a long moment. The baby had definitely moved down, despite not having much room to do so, and she could feel it against her fully dilated cervix, pressing through.Ā
āEl, you okay?ā Mikeās voice, her sweet, sweet husband, drew her out of her own mind, and back to the present, where the whole table was staring at her. She forced a weak laugh, released the table, and instead rubbed her belly.Ā
āYeah, Iām fine, sorry, just a bit tired.ā She thought she saw something in his eye, but it disappeared as quickly as it came and she wasnāt sure she hadnāt imagined it. She took a deep breath and forced herself to straighten up, biting her tongue as she resisted the urge to sway her hips.
As she gathered the plates, she thought for sure someone would realize what was happening, given how widely she had to waddle, her hips feeling dangerously close to popping apart with the pressure and the head lodged between them, but no one seemed to notice.Ā
It was a Christmas miracle in and of itself that the next contraction didnāt hit her until she had already set the dishes in the sink, because she surely would have dropped them. Her arms came to rest on the countertop, head hanging low as she rocked her hips through the pain that only seemed to get worse and worse, never reaching a peak until-
She gasped at the feeling of a faint pop inside her, followed immediately by a gush of amniotic fluid splattering onto the floor at her feet and dripping down her thighs.Ā
She couldāve cried with relief as the pressure eased, were it not for the contraction that slammed her next, just as she stepped out of the puddle. The urge to push, the strongest urge sheād ever felt, hit her like a freight train, and she muffled a whimper as she gave into it, feeling her babyās head starting to slide past her cervix into her birth canal, no longer impeded by its bag of waters.Ā
Her push ended with the contraction and she leaned there against the countertop, panting for a moment before she caught herself.
āNo, no noā¦ you have to wait baby, you have toā¦ā She whispered to herself as she waddled her way to the pantry to grab the mop, beginning to clean the mess with stuttered, jerking movements. āEveryone will be gone soon, pleaseā¦āĀ
Sheād just replaced the mop when Mikeās head popped into the kitchen.Ā
āCome say goodbye, El, everyone is heading out now so they donāt get caught up in that snowstorm.ā
āYeah- yeah Iāll be there in a minute.ā She told him with a weak smile, before reaching to turn off the sink.
Goodbyes had never been so long or so miserable. Sheād stood dutifully at Mikeās side as they were showered with thanks and hugs and promises to get together for New Years, all the while just barely holding back screams as the contractions began to overlap, demanding she push, that she squat down and squeeze her baby out now, right now.Ā
It was with a slow dawning horror that she felt her lips began to bulge out around the head, her body working to expel her burden even without her help. She nearly cried when the contraction ended and the bulge receded, and even she wasnāt sure if it was from relief or despair.
Her whole body began to tremble as the relatives meandered the way out, calling back comments to Mike, who stood at the door waving and offering final goodbyes and requests that they drive safe. She felt the shadows of the next contraction building as he stepped back inside, and her eyes watered as he locked the door, seemingly in slow motion.Ā
She wasnāt sure what came first, her sobbing cry, her knees hitting the floor, or her hand going between her legs, cradling the massive bulge at the apex of her thighs.Ā
āEl?ā Mike asked, alarm sounding suddenly in his tone as he rushed to her side, one hand on her stomach, the other on her back. āBaby are you okay? Was that a contraction?āĀ
All Ella could do was wail, grabbing her husbandās hand and shoving it under her dress, as she gave in and bore down, the head opening her, first into a teardrop, then an achingly full crown, progress halted by her panties and the end of the contraction.
āItās coming! Heās coming, oh god heās coming out!ā She sobbed, leaning against her husbandās shoulder, body trembling as she cried.Ā
Mike was quiet for a long moment, though she felt his fingers circling her stretched hole, tracing the rim that fluttered around their sonās head.Ā
āOur son was coming, and you didnāt tell me.ā There was a touch of hurt in his voice, beneath the shock, and it made guilt bubble in her chest below the desperation. Her tears fell faster now as she clung to him, half dreading the next contraction, half needing it.Ā
āIām sorry, Iām so sorry baby, I thought I could wait, I- I thought heād wait I thought there was ti- ime!āĀ
She grunted as the next contraction slammed into her, pushing with all her might, feeling her babyās head crawl out a millimeter more, the pressure almost starting to give, the head was almost outā
Mikeās palm pressed against the babyās head, stopping it from making any progress, trapping it at its widest point. Ella screamed, body thrashing as she continued to push, fighting to give birth.Ā
āNo. We had a plan, El. Our baby would be born in our bed, remember?āĀ
āPlease!ā She sobbed, chest heaving and thighs trembling with exertion, āHe needs to come out! Iām sorry! Please let him out!ā She was hysterical, eyes wide and mind clouded by more pain than sheād ever thought possible.Ā
āYou made Christmas perfect for everyone else. You can do this for me. I know you can.āĀ
She was about to ask what he meant when he pressed harder against the head, bringing it back from a full crown, into a teardrop. He continued pressing until even the bulge behind her lips was gone.
Ella shrieked, vision going white with pain, her body twisting and falling away from her husbandās support, onto the hardwood, hips jerking trying to get away from the assault, only to find herself held still as her child was forced as far back into her as Mike could get him. It wasnāt until she felt the head sliding backwards through her cervix that he stopped.Ā
Her screams had weakened into barely coherent mewling, her mind a hundred miles away as it fought to escape the violation of her birth, but she was yanked back to the present by large hands tugging her to her feet.Ā
She whimpered, the whole bottom half of her body throbbing viciously, legs giving out three times before she managed to stand.Ā
āSee? I knew you could do it. Letās go to bed and bring our baby into the world.ā Mike hummed, pressing a kiss to her forehead and wrapping a supportive arm around her waist.
She stumbled at his side, making it almost all the way to their room when another contraction came. She groaned, clutching her belly and preparing to squat down, only to be denied, Mikeās hand on her arm keeping her upright.Ā
āWeāre almost there baby, donāt push.ā He instructed, and new tears began to flow.Ā
āI have to! I have to push so bad! I canāt-āĀ
āAlright baby,ā Mike hummed, seeming to relent, āPush if you have to, Iāll just push him back when we get to bed.āĀ
The thought of that agony again made her whimper, and she sobbed anew against his chest. āNo, no, pleaseā¦ā she begged.Ā
āThen just breathe with me, El.ā He coaxed, taking a big breath, āJust breathe with me and hold him in a little longer. Youāve held him in all day, just a few more minutes.āĀ
Breathing through that contraction was the hardest thing sheād ever done. Every ounce of her being begged to push, demanded she push, tried to push on its own, all to no avail. When finally the contraction ended she was crying in earnest, weeping against her husbandās chest, but not pushing.Ā
Her eyes widened when they finally, blessedly made it back to their bedroom, and when he opened the door, her eyes widened.Ā
Candles were lit, the lights were dimmed, her favorite blankets were laid across the bed, as well as the baby blanket sheād made by hand and a bassinet by the bed.Ā
Mike smiled at her, before pulling her in for a kiss, full of adoration. āI thought those mightāve been contractions earlier, so I slipped away while you were doing dishes, got everything ready.āĀ
Love for her husband bloomed in her chest, and Ella kissed him back happily for a moment, before he was leading her to their bed.Ā
His hands were much gentler now, his fingers tracing her folds, still stinging slightly from her earlier stretch, as she laid back. He pressed kisses all over the underside of her belly, even on the inside of her thighs as for the first time all day she relaxed, and her body took its cue.Ā
āPush, baby.ā He coached with the next contraction, and she did, this time prepared for the feeling of her canal slowly filling with the huge weight of her baby. When the wave ended, the head rested once more just within her lips.Ā
She hissed as Mike slid his fingers inside her, stroking the head with two fingers.Ā
āHe has my hair.ā He noted, voice thick with emotion, and she caught herself crying again, for different reasons now, as she bore down with the next push.Ā
The baby seemed to take its time now, maybe it was the lack of gravity, maybe her body was simply exhausted, but it took four pushes to get it to stay at the crown it had been at before.Ā
āIt burnsā¦ā Ella whined, hips shifting as the contraction ebbed and she was left split wide open once more. Mikeās finger once more traced the wide brim of her lips, made her entire body spasm when he pressed lightly on her clit, pinning it between his finger and the babyās head for a second.Ā
āI know it does, but baby youāre doing so good, heās almost here.ā He soothed, squeezing her thigh lightly. āHeās almost here, I promise.ā Ella nodded, exhausted, and collapsed back onto the bed until the next pain came.Ā
Her back arched as she pushed, hands balled into fists in the blankets as the pain reached an unimaginable peak, and she felt her sonās head gush out of her with a wet pop. Her hands shot between her legs, even as the baby turned, cradling it in her hands as she panted.Ā
āOne more push and weāll have our son,ā Mikeās voice was wet with emotion, and tears flowed down her face as she felt her sonās features.Ā
That was easier said than done, of course. When the next contraction began, Ella bore down long and hard, for a moment terrified that she was making no progress, when suddenly there was a rush of movement. One shoulder slid free, followed immediately by the other, and in a rush of motion that left her seeing stars, her sonās body gushed out of her, into his fatherās waiting hands. A moment later, his cries joined the ones of his parents.Ā
Later, as Ella cradled her twelve pound son to her chest, nestled into her husbandās side, she smiled and leaned in as he kissed her temple.Ā
itās a day late but iām thinking about being heavily pregnant at the holidays, having family and friends over and being focused on decorating and cooking and making sure everything is just perfect.
ignoring the contractions on christmas morning because iāve been having false ones for weeks and thereās so much to do! rubbing my belly and smiling through pains as we open presents. cooking christmas dinner in a cute apron, pausing every few minutes to breathe through contractions. realizing that oh this is actually labor and the baby is coming in the middle of dinner, as everyone around me chats and buzzes with excitement, all the while i feel a heavy solid head grinding against my pelvis. holding my legs as close together as they can still get, ignoring the urge to push. realizing that the baby has worked its own way down when i stand to collect the dishes, and swallowing down a wail. being grateful that i wore a dress as my waters splash against the kitchen floor. whimpering as loudly as i dare as i mop up the mess. resisting the urge to squat, standing bowlegged as we bid our guests goodnight and goodbye.
collapsing to my knees the moment iām finally alone with my husband, sobbing that itās coming, itās coming out now oh god itās coming as i hike up my dress and finally reveal the truth, my babyās huge head crowning wide against my panties.
bonus points: my husband chides me sweetly for making him miss even a moment of the birth of his child, and pushes the head back as deep as he can get it and makes me walk back to the bedroom before letting me push again, delivering our baby in the same bed it was conceived in
Tags: birth kink, clothing birth, birth fetish, naĆÆve carrier, unexpected pregnancy, implied dubious consent, fpreg birth, main characters are f/m
Denial was a hell of a thing. Denial, mixed with bad homeschooling in a rural town and a questionable experience with a boy she met in the city made a lethal combo.
How was she supposed to know any better? Sure, she was 21 years old, and had moved into a city far from her tiny home town, but it seemed that she was suffering the effects of her past. She had met him at her first house party several months back, and he introduced her to things she had never even heard of before.
Drinking, dancing, his hands on her body... his devious smile when she told him she had never done this before still appeared in her mind from time to time.
She never even learned his name. It didn't matter, because she had moved on with her life. She got a boyfriend, started college, and was experiencing the things that most girls her age did. Well, most of them. Her period had stopped quite a while ago, and she was undeniably gaining weight.
Of course, she assume this was a result of her new lifestyle. She definitely was eating differently than she had in her strict childhood home. Her breasts had swollen, too, something she attributed to her weight gain.
Her boyfriend never seemed to mind any of it. She dressed pretty conservatively, and despite his insistence that her weight gain only made her prettier, she had gotten fussy about him seeing her naked.
Still, he was patient. He loved her. He never complained when she was sore, or cranky, or wanted ice cream at unholy hours of the night.
They had been together for about eight months on the day of the party. He had invited a group of his friends over for a LOTR marathon party. The room was crowded with people, which is why she ended up perched on his lap. He wrapped his arm around her, absently fussing with the hem of her skirt, which rested just below the knee.
Weird.
She had been wearing pants earlier. He briefly wondered why she had changed into a skirt, but didn't ask. Women.
They were halfway through the first movie when he noticed it. She was fidgeting, unable to sit still. He didn't comment, figuring she was just uncomfortable on his lap. Gently, he rested his hand on her thigh. She squeaked, brushing it away.
Pain was coursing through her body. Her stomach was tight, her back spasming, something inside of her firm and low. She couldn't get comfortable. It felt like no matter how she sat, it was wrong.
Making a scene in front of her partner's friends wasn't going to do her any good. All she had to do was get through a couple movies...
She underestimated how long the series was.
They were about three hours in when she started to squirm even further. Despite herself, she spread her legs, which was not behavior her boyfriend was used to. Usually, she sat like a lady.
He frowned, not wanting anyone to see up his girlfriend's skirt, so he grabbed a nearby blanket and tossed it over their laps. She continued to squirm, her tiny moans drowned out by the volume of the movie on the screen in front of them.
Her hand reached and found his, squeezing it firmly.
What was her problem?
He whispered a question in her ear, but she either didn't hear him, or just ignored it. Her squirming and gasping went ignored by their guests as she adjusted her position.
Five hours in. Her face was flushed bright red, her eyes wide. She was staring at the screen, but clearly, she wasn't actually seeing it. She had stopped squirming and was now just taking long, deep breaths. Her stomach was growing tighter and the pain was lasting longer with each round of torment.
What was wrong with her? Was this what happened when you didn't get your period for this long, and then got it again?
Sex ed had truly failed her. Well, it couldn't fail her, because she never got it. She desperately gripped at her belly.
Eight hours. They only had an hour left, right? She would be fine. The thing that was resting so low in her pelvis was not a problem. The cramping that was coming at a near constant timing was nothing to worry about. The temptation to bear down was not real. She was just stressed.
Her whimpers were muffled by her hand pressed over her mouth. Interrupting the marathon was rude. The pressure kept mounting. Her body kept urging for her to lean into it. She refused.
Nine and a half hours, and...
Why was the movie still going?
The pressure was mounting.
The urge was demanding she give in.
Was was the urge?
She didn't know this feeling, but her body did. She was born for this.
She couldn't sit still.
They were watching the extended edition.
Ten hours. She started rocking her hips back and forth, at the point of desperation once more. The pain came just about every minute. She was biting down on her hand to muffle the sounds she made.
Her ass was rocking against his groin. She made cute little noises as she grinded up against him. What was he supposed to do? Nearly twelve hours watching movies was cool, but his girlfriend finally deciding to get kinky with him after months of refusing to let her touch him---well, that was much more fun.
He felt his cock growing harder and harder. She had been rocking against him for half an hour before he gave in, fumbling under the blankets to unzip his pants. He pulled his cock out and rested it against her ass. She whimpered a little more, a sound of fear, but he heard it as arousal.
Her face was so pink, sweat on her forehead. She bit on her lower lip. She rubbed her ass against his cock again. What was he supposed to think she wanted?
The pressure was going to destroy her. Something was opening her. It was wide. It pressed between her legs. She swore she was going to split in half.
Tears streamed down her face.
The urge got stronger and stronger.
Her heart beat harder and harder in her chest.
She kept rocking her hips back and forth, trying to nudge whatever was inside of her out.
Her body urged for her to press down. She didn't know how.
Her whimpers and sobs were being drowned out by the dramatic sounds of battle on the TV. She felt her boyfriend's hard cock behind her.
She didn't know what was happening, but something was coming out. She was too afraid to reach down.
Her sobs were quiet. His moans were muffled as he leaned forward and bit into her shoulder. She continued to squirm and struggle.
Something had lodged itself between her legs. It filled the space that the boy at the party had introduced her to nine months ago.
Pain radiated through her body. Her stomach was rock hard. She was shaking so hard she was surprised that the girl next to them on the couch didn't feel it. She trembled desperately.
She wasn't strong enough to stop it.
She needed to push.
The urge was to push.
The only thing she could do was push.
She couldn't stop it. She bore down against...something. Her body immediately leaned into it. She was rewarded with agony. She screamed into her fist, rocking her hips even harder.
The tempo increased. It was a feverish pace that could not be replicated outside of this situation. Her boyfriend was gasping and moaning, biting into her shoulder as she struggled and sobbed and rocked her ass against his dick.
She couldn't tell him something she was. She couldn't tell him that something between her legs was huge, something that was splitting her in half, something that burned.
He wouldn't notice. Her teasing and grinding had been a constant ebb and flow for hours. While she was building to something that would traumatize her for life, he was building to an intense erotic experience.
Something was coming out of her. There was no way it was anything else. She reached between her legs, sobbing in fear as she pushed. This couldn't be real.
But it was.
Her boyfriend bit into her shoulder again, groaning loudly with arousal.
She let out an earsplitting scream. All eyes were on her.
Her boyfriend immediately came, and as he did, the head of the baby she had not known existed came out.
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Enemies to Lovers, Spies & Secret Agents, Ā Nonspecific Spy Agency, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Unplanned Pregnancy, Ā Angst, Danger, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fake Marriage, Ā Undercover as a Couple, Bonding Marks
All things considered, the moving in process couldāve been a lot worse.Ā
Between the two of them, and a surprise offer of help from their new nextdoor neighbor, a beta named Rob, theyād had everything in the house by noon. The task of putting everything away wasnāt too daunting either, thanks to how meticulously everything had been labeled.Ā
The furniture wasnāt as tacky as Rowan had feared. He was almost disappointed when it was all nice, clearly secondhand to give the illusion that theyād owned it for a while, but well taken care of, with neutral colors that matched well enough. Now, if only he could arrange it all in a way that didnāt manage to look wrong to him.Ā
He was shifting the couch for what had to be the tenth time when Bancroft strolled through on his way to start unpacking his belongings.Ā
āAgain? Really?āĀ Rowan ignored him. āI donāt even see why it matters, weāre only going to be here five months tops, itās not like itās permanent. Who cares what it looks like?āĀ
āEasy for you to say,ā He caught himself snapping, glancing up from where he was moving the coffee table to sit more centrally, āYouāre not gonna be the one penned up here all the time.āĀ
Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Enemies to Lovers, Spies & Secret Agents, Nonspecific Spy Agency, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Unplanned Pregnancy, Angst, Danger, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fake Marriage, Undercover as a Couple, Bonding Marks
Rowan Harlow was furious. Over a decade of training and proving himself as a worthy field agent and tech specialist and not just a piece of omega ass to distract the enemy with, and he was finally getting placed on the most important assignment of his life. That wasnāt the issue. He was thrilled to be assigned to the mission, even if it would require him to play the part of the domestic omega househusband until they found a way to gain access to their targetās systems.Ā No, he could deal with that. The issue was who heād have to play the domestic house-omega to.Ā
Nathaniel Bancroft was an asshole. Always had been. Rowan had known him since theyād gone through training together when theyād both been teenagers. Even then, the alpha had carried an air of smug superiority and arrogance that had grated on Rowan. It had only gotten worse as the years went on. The list of omegas that worked for the agency was a short one, the list of omegas working for the agency that Bancroft hadnāt fucked was even shorter, and that was common knowledge. Over the years it had been fiercely debated, Rowan was aware, whether or not he was on that list, if his revulsion for the alpha was that of a spurned lover or if it was the only thing ensuring heād never be one.
Bancroft had a penchant for talking over and dismissing not just his omega counterparts, but his alpha ones as well, and over the years had developed an āI-Work-Alone-And-Nobody-Understands-Meā attitude that had always made Rowan roll his eyes. It was like the guy thought he was the star of some action movie and everyone around him were just extras, and the fact that he looked the part ā standing at 6 foot 3, a walking wall of practical muscle, with the kind of jawline that could cut glass, light brown eyes, and dark hair, he could certainly pass as a movie star ā probably didnāt help his ego.
Suffice it to say, if Rowan had been asked to compile a list of every agent heād ever worked with in order of who heād rather spend several months in deep cover with, Bancroft wouldāve been at the very bottom. Not that heād ever imagined the possibility, and for good reason. The alpha worked nearly exclusively on solo missions since he couldnāt keep a partner to save his (or their) life, and it was a well known unspoken fact that the only reason heād been kept around was that, unfortunately, he was the best. Over a decade of service and only a handful of half-botched, but ultimately completed, missions couldnāt exactly be argued with, even if the man himself could be.Ā
Staring down at the file before him, it was hard for the omega not to tremble with rage. The most important mission of his career, of his life, even, and it was going to require him to not only work with Bancroft, but also convincingly pretend to be in love with him. For months.Ā
when all i want to do is write a quick hot birth scene but then i mentally have to justify the premise and then slip and overdo it on the backstory and now iām 7,000 words in and the characterās still canāt stand to be in the same room with each other.
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