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Word count: 2,766

Tags: nbpreg, unplanned pregnancy, cryptic pregnancy, character doesn’t know what’s happening at first, inconvenient birth, supportive partner

CW for miscarriage (no actual miscarriage but character thinks they’re having one)

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You only found out you were pregnant, like, a month ago. You have no idea when you actually got pregnant, because your periods have always been kind of whack and you and Ben are probably definitely not as careful as you should be. Usually it’s fine—you’re on birth control, you’re not that stupid. This time it’s not.

You took probably a dozen pregnancy tests in the following three days and when pretty much all of them were positive you decided it wasn’t likely every single one of them was wrong. You told Ben the day after that. You know he loves kids, and he knows you’d rather adopt.

He asks you what you’re going to do and you tell him you don’t know.

That was two weeks ago. You know you need to stop dragging your feet and at least get a doctor’s appointment, but you’re still not sure what you want. You keep telling yourself you have to think about it first.

But then you start feeling cramps. They’re not horrible at first, they’re mundane enough that you kind of ignore them. And then they don’t go away overnight, and then suddenly they’re bad enough you’re forced to call out of work, and you think shit, maybe you’re having a miscarriage.

You should really go to the doctor, you think, lying curled up on your shared bed in your shared apartment and breathing through the pain and building pressure.

But Ben’s a med student and he’s coming home soon and that’s basically the same, right? You’ll just wait for him to come home so you can figure out what the hell to do.

It’s just so long before his last class gets out and everything is so uncomfortable. When you can’t stand lying in bed anymore, you get up and walk around, hoping that’ll help. You take a hot shower. You try to breathe as the cramps get worse.

You start googling what to do if you think you’re having a miscarriage and enough of the answers are things like “seek medical attention” or “risk of serious injury” that you just stop and put your phone down, trying shove down the rising feeling of panic.

You last for two more hours until the waves of pain are so intense that you’re sweating and shaking and you feel like you’re going to throw up. They’re less waves now and more of a tide coming in—unavoidable and so close together that they’re basically just swallowing you.

It’s somewhere in there that you start feeling like something’s finally happening. Like something might be about to come out. You can feel it moving down, trying to push out of you.

Between cramps, you manage to crawl over to the toilet, kicking off your sweatpants and underwear so that you can lower yourself onto the seat. Tentatively, you slip your hand between your legs and feel around. There’s nothing there which is both a relief and also insane, since it feels like you’re about to shit a bowling ball.

It’s at this point you decide to text Ben because you waited too long and you’re definitely not going to be able to get to a doctor alone, and also if you die here on the toilet before he gets back you at least want to warn him about what he might be walking into.

You’re not sure if your message is coherent, but it doesn’t matter because he calls you within minutes to ask what’s wrong.

It’s hard for you to answer. It’s hard for you to talk or even think. You think you might have told him to come home and you think he might have said he was on his way. You’re not sure if he hangs up or not but that’s the least of your concerns right now. You’re panting, clinging to the vanity with white knuckled fingers, pushing your toes into the laminate floor to try to counteract some of the fucking pressure. You feel like you’re going to shit your organs into the toilet bowl, and you wonder if anyone’s ever shit their whole uterus out while having a miscarriage cause that’s sure as fuck happening to you right now. You can’t stop it. It needs to come out. You need to push.

So you do.

The first push floods you with relief. The pressure or pain really don’t ease much, but it feels like you’re doing something, so you push again, longer and harder. Then again. You lose yourself to that for god knows how long, feeling the fetus or baby or whatever it is now inching down until eventually the progress slows, then stops.

You try to keep pushing. You squirm on the seat, attempting to jostle it into progress again by changing position. You sit through several more cramps, cursing silently to yourself. Eventually, you reach down to feel around again. Nothing.

The pressure becomes unbearable. You grunt loudly through contractions that tighten your belly in a vise grip and clench your teeth, wanting to crawl out of your skin. Then suddenly you feel a pop and warm liquid gushes from you into the toilet. You part your legs and look down in mild panic, but it’s not blood. The fluid is clear, and still leaking from you.

And thank fuck, some of the pressure is gone.

You’re only given a few seconds of relief before cramps start again and the insane pressure comes roaring back and you’re bent over pushing before you can stop yourself or think. You let out a long, low groan of effort as your entire belly tightens, forcing you to help it expel its failure.

This is what Ben comes back to. You don’t actually even notice when he comes in, he’s just suddenly there, crouching in front of you, warm hands on your shaking knees, face and voice filled with concern. You’re too relieved to be embarrassed.

“Why didn’t you call sooner?” He says, squeezing your wrists reassuringly as you gulp in air after pushing for so long your vision spotted. His worry is so palpable you can almost taste it.

“Didn’t know it would be this bad,” you manage to spit out. “Can you see…?”

He helps you spread your legs apart, but another surge overtakes you before he can really look. Your hands find his shoulders and grip him like a lifeline as you bear down again, a growl of effort scraping out of your throat. He waits, rubbing a thumb over your leg. It’s almost overstimulating but the reminder he’s there makes it worth it.

His brow is furrowed in uncertainty when you’re done. “How long has this been going on?” He asks, one hand on your thigh. He’s gentle as he slips his fingers inside you.

“Cramps started yesterday,” you say, then at his look, you amend, “but they didn’t get really bad until earlier.”

He doesn’t answer right away. He’s concentrating, eyes out of focus. “What is…?” he murmurs. Then his eyes go wide.

“Holy shit.”

The urge to push again hits you like a truck and you groan again, trying to resist the urge to bear down.

“What?” You grit out.

Ben looks up at you, face pale. “You’re not having a miscarriage. I think you’re having the baby.”

“What?!”

He pulls his fingers out. “You said contractions started yesterday and got worse today. Did your water break? Did you feel like you pissed yourself?”

You think about that pop and gush earlier. “Yeah, but—it can’t… that’s not—”

Ben looks down again at whatever he can see under the soft swell of your belly. “I felt hair.”

“Of course you felt fucking hair!”

“No, not… your hair. Inside. I felt a head.”

There’s no way. There’s no fucking way. “It’s only been two weeks! There can’t be—uhh!” You break off with a groan as another cramp started.

“I’m not lying to you, M.” How calm his voice sounds is pissing you off.

“I know, I just—ah…fuck!” You grit your teeth, trying to resist the almost unbearable urge to push. However much it hurts, the idea that an actual full-sized baby is coming out of you right now is worse.

You wait for the pain to pass, the force of it leaving you shaking. “Are you sure?” You rasp, hating the fear in your voice.

Ben meets your eyes and you see your fear matched, which makes you realize he’s just pretending to be calm for your sake, which does actually make you feel a little bit better. “Yes,” he says in a voice barely above a whisper.

You close your eyes, chest heaving. “Fuck.”

You felt the warmth of Ben’s calloused hand come to rest over your knuckles. “Are you okay?” he asks, and you hear his worry.

You keep your eyes closed and force out a bitter laugh. “No, I’m not fucking okay.”

Your belly starts to tighten again—to contract—and as the blinding pressure mounts again, something that sounds pathetically like a whimper escapes before you can choke it back. You grip the sides of the toilet seat until you hear it creak, trying to breathe through it.

You distantly feel Ben’s thumb stroking over the back of your hand; hear his voice, but his words are lost. You feel like you’re detaching from reality. This is insane.

The contraction slowly lets up and you realize Ben is saying your name. You let your eyes flicker open, unfocused. Your breathing is ragged, and you have no idea if it’s from panic or from literally fucking giving birth.

“Morgan, you have to push,” Ben is saying.

Anger flashes through you, followed by despair. This is really happening. You are going to fully give birth to a baby on the toilet of your fucking apartment bathroom. “I know,” you snap, unconvincingly.

Ben’s hand moves to brush the sweaty hair from your face. “Hey,” he says shakily. “You can do this.”

No you can’t. You feel like you’re going to die.

“Hey,” Ben repeats, and his voice is steadier. His hand slips down to your cheek, cupping it gently, making you look at him.

You meet his gaze, viscerally aware of the way your eyes are watering. Ben doesn’t waver. “You can do this,” he says firmly. “I know you can.”

He’s right. You can. And you really have no choice.

You force yourself to breathe in, to straighten, to attune to your body just as sharp pain runs across your stomach again. You can feel the baby’s head so low and heavy that you feel like it might just fall out of you if you sneeze.

If only it were that easy.

“You good?” Ben asks.

This time, you nod. Your breath quickens as the contraction intensifies. “Gonna push.”

The words are barely out of your mouth before currents of pain wash over you and you double over, bearing down until stars dance in your vision. Your focus tunnels until you’re not aware of anything but the insane pressure and the blur of Ben crouched on the tile floor between your knees. You can feel yourself stretching, the head finally moving down as you give your body the help it had been begging for. You don’t let up until the contraction eases.

Ben strokes your forehead, brushing your hair back again until the next contraction takes hold. The baby is so low, it feels like it’s curled up inside your pelvis for a nap.

At least, it does until the head moves low enough that your lips begin to spread to accommodate it, and as it starts to emerge, it burns like fire.

You choke back the sound that tries to escape you and instead breathe in and push again. Rest. Repeat.

After a dozen pushes, the cry of frustration you’ve been holding back slips out. It feels like you’re getting nowhere. The baby’s head keeps emerging when you push, only to slide back in once you stop.

“Can you see it?” Your voice holds an edge of desperation.

“I can see it when you push. The head’s peeking out.”

You slump back onto the toilet tank, gulping in air. “The head…. that’s it?”

Ben looks hesitant. “It’s supposed to be slow. So your, uh. So you don’t tear. You just need to keep pushing.”

You let your head flop back and squeeze your eyes shut, wincing as another contraction starts and your body demands you to push. “This fucking… ungh! Fucking…. suuuuuuuucks!”

Your words turn into a guttural cry as you bear down hard again and you suddenly feel yourself scrambling forward off the toilet seat and into Ben’s arms, leaning heavily into him as the baby shifts and moves down and finally crowns, and you stretch further than you have before. “Aaggghhhh…fuck! Fuck!”

It’s coming out now. It is definitely coming out. It’s like it heard you and out of spite, it’s pushing its way into the world and you couldn’t stop it if you wanted to. You hear yourself scream again, and you bury your face into Ben’s shirt as your legs buckle beneath you and you drop into a squat on the floor, pushing with the contraction that’s giving you no other choice.

You can feel everything as it happens—the slow, agonizing appearance of the baby’s forehead, its ears, its nose, its little chin.

“Come on, M,” you hear Ben murmuring to you as he holds you, solid and supportive. “Keep going. You’re doing it.”

You hang on to the sound of his voice and push.

Suddenly, relief. You hear fluid splash onto the laminate beneath and sag into Ben, panting.

“I think the head’s out.”

“Oh my god. Holy shit.”

You know he can’t see anything, not with the way you’re holding him in a vise grip, but he doesn’t seem to need proof. You can feel the baby hanging out of you, but no contraction. You realize your legs ache.

“Need to sit back,” you mumble into his shirt. He responds immediately, helping you lean back and lower your bare ass carefully onto the floor so you can let your body wilt against the cabinets.

You feel weak and tired and stupid, but none of this seems to bother him, or maybe it’s the shock of seeing his baby’s head bulging out of your vagina as you let your legs fall all the way open while you try to catch your breath.

He’s staring, transfixed in wonder. “Holy shit.”

You don’t have the ability to respond. Everything hurts. You reach down between your legs and feel the hair he’d been talking about. It’s thicker than you expected, and feels like it might be curly. Like his. Your breath hitches a little because fuck.

That’s a goddamn baby. That’s your goddamn baby. That’s a real fucking baby that the two of you made together.

Fuck.

The movement inside you takes you by surprise, and you grunt and shift in discomfort. It feels like the baby is wiggling and turning inside you, and it feels weird.

“What’s happening?” You hiss, moving your hands so you can brace yourself on the floor.

Ben shakes himself out of his daze and looks down more critically, then up at you. “They have to turn so their shoulders are facing the right way,” he says, then pauses. “Do you feel like you have to push?”

You shake your head. He nods, then leans forward, kissing your forehead. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”

“Ugh,” you gripe back, but he ignores that and strokes your cheek gently until the pressure begins to ramp up again and you squirm, trying to find a position that feels right.

Then the contraction hits and you’re pushing again, toes curling into the bathroom floor, back arching, vocalizing your pain into long, strained groan. You can feel how close you are to the end. It’s almost out. It’s almost over.

You breathe in and push as hard as you can. For a moment, your effort gets you nowhere, but then the baby’s shoulders suddenly spring free and the rest of their body follows in a rush of blood and fluid, landing in Ben’s waiting hands with a soft smack.

You slump against the cabinets as Ben cradles the baby who hiccups and then begins to cry, and that’s when you see his face is wet too. He moves to sit next to you against the cabinet, looking away from your child just long enough to kiss your cheek.

“It’s a girl,” he says. “We have a daughter.”

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More Twst Next Gen designs

Look how pretty. As a mulity shipper it was very hard to Pick the ships an not just make the whole school poly and make children for all of them/jk

So Valen has Vils face. Like not a drop of Cater there. Besides some of his hair. Oh and most of his personality because Vil is a busy man.

Anyway meet two of the housewardens in my next Gen au.

Nadir is the oldest and the only one with Floyd's gold eye. Also he does have a merform but it's different than his siblings I tried drawing it it didn't fit but I will!

Like normal pleade ignore how bad the parents reactions to their sorting are their just quick sketches.

IDK man I think these two would be cool and friends when their both in the mood.

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YOOOO!!! THOSE DESIGNS LOOK SO COOL!!! The way you did their hair is so unique, and I will sell my soul to get their clothes!

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I doodled everyone’s favourite little family. I’ve had art block so this is a little bad and I messed up hand placement and size but uhm. I hate hands? I don’t like to draw them??? Anyways yay little family photo!

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Nudity under the cut. Naked miles edgeworth. And a flustered Phoenix

I’m playing ace attorney with my mom, and she’s having a great time!!! She’s more suited for brain puzzles and watching her solve it is fun! But I don’t see a lot of art with pregnant Edgeworth, it’s almost always Phoenix. So behold, wrightworth with mpreg Miles. (I hope I got his eyebrows right)

Bonus:

Screw Phoenix’s hair! I had to trace it!

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its lads mpreg week on twitter schlawgsssss pray my account doesnt get nuked bc its crazy over there

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If you want to draw someone mpreg and dunno who, why not Kazuha ?

Thank you very much anon! Decided to go more low effort for this one except the coloring. Looking up traditional Japanese maternity wear was interesting!

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I want to draw mpreg but don’t know what character to do…help…

[shhhsecretsideblog]

Please reblog this if you create:

~ Labour & birth fiction

~ Labour & birth art

~ Fake labour & birth video and/or audio

I want to find and follow more content creators in this community whilst avoiding any images and videos of real life births. Thanks!

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Yep! I write birth fics & take commissions on a rare occasion!

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Mainly art, but I can write as well.

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Red son from Lego Monkie kid mpreg birth under the cut. ⚠️NSFW⚠️

My first post in 2026! I started the year with Lego Monkie kid rising from the old hyper fixation grave, and mpreg redson has been in my head since I first watched the show. Actually drawing him feels so satisfying ngl.

Made some edits, like the horns and nail polish! Forgot to add them earlier 😅

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I wanted to draw mpreg but didn’t have energy for a big piece, so mpreg Floyd that took less than a watching of Thor Ragnarok. I want to get better with water effects so I need to practice with those. I might do more with this concept because I love the design ngl

My last drawing with 2025 on it, see you all in the new year, hopefully with more art! (Though probably not since IM GOING TO BE AN ASSISTANT STAGE MANAGER FOR MY COLLEGE SHOW 😃)

⚠️All characters are aged up to 18+ as stated in my pinned post⚠️

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Is this one of my favorite things I’ve ever drawn? Yes. Have I seen lots of mtp mpreg? No. Can I show this to anyone I know irl? No but that’s the price of being an mpreg artist 🥲

Real talk, I love the little details I put in, like the book titles, the lily (take a guess who the father is), and the textures! I adore clipping masks!!!! I’m proud of how this came out, and I plan to do more in the future!

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Happy thanksgiving in America everyone! Take a little forever wip of mpreg freminet! You can’t tell me dude wouldn’t hide his bump with the same 5 oversized hoodies, fite me!

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I SM NOT DEAD!!! I was sick, doing 2 shows, midterms, and now I’m doing 2 shows again! I have so many mpreg wips and poses I want to reference! If any of you have any requests please let me know.