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Campbell was dozing in and out, exhausted from a day of labour. Cici was born late into the night and she wanted to stay awake to savour every moment. Now, she was more than a little exhausted. They would be taking their daughter home soon and she needed to take advantage of this time to rest. However, hearing her husband's voice, soft and low, whispering sweet words to their daughter kept her from fully sleeping.

In her sleepy state, Cam smiled and squeezed his hand back as he spoke, opening her eyes a little to speak to him, "You know, if you keep talking like that, Cici might have a sibling sooner than planned," she joked, smirking a little as she sat up a bit more to get a better view of their baby, "She's so beautiful. I didn't think I could ever be this in love," she admitted, looking back at Grayson, "With you, with our family. It's perfect," she said. Her free hand reached for Cici's little fingers.

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THE LAUGH THAT LEFT HIM WAS QUIET, warm and utterly h e l p l e s s. grayson ducked his head for a moment, shaking it as his thumb brushed over the back of campbell's hand. “ we're not even twenty-four hours into this one and you're already negotiating for another? ” he teased, glancing at her from beneath tired eyes. “ cici, your mom is a menace. i hope you know that. ” the smile lingered on his face, but softened as he watched campbell reach for their daughter's tiny hand. for a moment, he simply looked at them. really looked. his wife. his daughter.

h i s f a m i l y.

the realisation hit him all over again, stealing the breath from his lungs just as effectively as it had the first time. “ yeah, she is. ” his voice dropped quieter. “ beautiful, i mean. ” though whether he was talking about cici or campbell was impossible to tell. maybe both. grayson's gaze settled on their daughter, watching her impossibly small fingers curl around campbell's. he felt his throat tighten. “ there were days i thought this might never happen. ” the admission came softly, honest in a way he rarely allowed himself to be. “ not because i stopped wanting it. i just... after everything, i didn't know if we'd ever get here. ” his eyes found campbell's again. “ but we did. ” the words were simple. they carried years inside them. the loss. the separation. finding their way back to one another. the fear that had followed them through every step of the pregnancy. all of it.

grayson lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss against her knuckles. “ it's not perfect because everything went right. ” his smile was small but certain. “ it's perfect because it's ours. ” his gaze drifted back to cici before a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “ though i am gonna need the two of you to take it easy on me. ” he nodded toward their daughter. “ one carr woman already keeps me on my toes. now there's two of you. ”

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fairywilds

THE DINER WASN'T EMPTY. being a 24 hour establishment , it never totally was . a couple occupied a booth near the window , someone sat alone at the counter nursing a coffee that had long gone cold , and the kitchen still hummed with quiet activity behind swinging doors . even so , there was a lull to the late evening now . the dinner rush had long come and gone , leaving the restaurant caught in that strange in-between where everything felt a little softer around the edges . delilah liked working shifts at this hour the best . she looked up when the bell above the door chimed . her eyes were greeted with the sight of her cousin , grayson , stepping inside . for a moment , she glanced toward the clock and judging just how late it actually was . the realization came with an almost immediate flash of irony . she'd been surprised to see him out this late , probably attending to something important and pack-related , only to remember she'd also been burning the midnight oil . between her managerial obligations with the diner , her architecture deadlines , and everything else the pack seemed to require these days , lately it was beginning to feel like she was always chasing the next task before she'd even finished the last one . and , she wasn't even the alpha . she couldn't imagine the weight of the pressure that came with that title . maybe this work ethic ran in the family , she thought to herself . or maybe that was the cost of caring too much . . . her gaze lingered on her cousin for a second longer . being alpha looked heavier these days but , then again , she knew what it took for him to get there . maybe now she'd only started really noticing because she was finally old enough to understand exactly all that he carried . delilah made her way around the counter , and over to him . ❝ — you know, ❞ she began as she approached , a faint smile tugging at her mouth , ❝ most people would probably call it a night by now . . . ❞. she pointed out with a raised brow , then asked : ❝ has it been a rough day , for you ?? ❞ she wondered , ❝ i can grab you some coffee on the house , if you think it would help ?? ❞ she gestured behind her , already halfway prepared to make it before he fully answered . ( @hxrricvnes )

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GRAYSON LET OUT A QUIET HUFF OF LAUGHTER AS DELILAH APPROACHED, shaking his head before glancing toward the clock she'd so subtly pointed out. “ f u n n y. i was just about to say the same thing to you. ” his gaze drifted over her for a moment, taking in the telltale signs of another late night. architecture deadlines, diner responsibilities, pack obligations—he knew the routine because he'd watched her do it for years. for all the ways they were different, there were some things that ran too deep in the hall family to escape.

“ and don't think i haven't noticed you've been practically living here lately. ” the words carried more FONDNESS than criticism as he nudged her shoulder with his own. “ i seem to remember a c e r t a i n cousin of mine giving me lectures about taking breaks once upon a time. ” at the mention of coffee, he considered it for a second before nodding. “ yeah. coffee sounds good. ” not because he needed the caffeine. mostly because it gave him an excuse to stay awhile.

his attention wandered briefly across the diner. the booths. the counter. the familiar sounds coming from the kitchen. home. no matter how much changed, this place always felt like home.

“ rough day? ” he repeated, exhaling softly through his nose. “ not the worst i've had. not the best either. ” his shoulders lifted in a small shrug. “ feels like everybody needs something lately. pack, businesses, council meetings, family. i spend half my time putting out fires and the other half trying to stop new ones from starting. ”

a beat passed before his gaze settled back on her. “ but enough about me. ” the corner of his mouth tugged upward. “ when was the last time you had a day off that wasn't technically a day off because you spent the whole thing working on something else? ”

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A Miracle || One Shot

They started early in the morning. Campbell had been experiencing Braxton-Hicks contractions for weeks so she thought it was more of the same. However, as she dozed before her alarm went off, a contraction that was stronger than any she'd had before jolted her awake. Her hand went to her stomach and she held her breath. Her doctors probably thought she was an absolute nightmare with the number of times she had gone in or called them about Braxton Hicks, throughout her whole pregnancy really. She panicked about everything after what happened last time. After sitting there for a few minutes, nothing happened. Cam got up to start her day. Halfway to the bathroom, she was stopped by another contraction, followed by extra pressure. Suddenly, she was standing in water. A gasp stuttered out of her as she held onto her stomach, "Gray!" she cried out into the house, hoping he hadn't left for work yet, "It's happening!" Despite herself, Campbell reached for an old towel to wipe up the floor. She did not need a slipping hazard right now. Then, she was getting dressed, pulling on something comfortable. Grayson was still home, thank goodness, and they were quickly in the car on the way to the hospital. Cam dialled Cassian's number, "Hey, she's coming," she said quickly as soon as he picked up. She timed it poorly as a contraction came on just as she said it and she groaned into the phone. The conversation with her brother was short after that; he was on his way. She couldn't handle any other phone calls but texted into the family group chat just as they arrived at the hospital. She was actually a few days late but they were prepared. The first few hours were uneventful, waiting for her to be far enough along to push. As the time dragged on, Campbell became more nervous. It felt like an eternity and it gave her more time to think of everything that could go wrong. Grayson was a godsend. Campbell wasn't sure she would have been able to do it without him. Not that she ever wanted to do this without him. He was like an anchor, keeping her grounded. She knew he had the same fears she did but he did not let them show. He was there for her more than she could express her gratitude for. It wasn't until early evening that Campbell was finally pushing. This too felt like an eternity, of more pain and more nerves. She was sure she was going to break her husband's fingers from how tightly she was holding. After several hours, finally, finally, Campbell felt the release of pressure and a baby's cry. Campbell was already a mess of sweat and tears but she let out a sob of relief when she heard that cry. She found Grayson, resting her forehead against his, "She's here," she somehow cried and laughed at the same time, "She's okay." Her gaze soon turned away from Grayson's, landing on their baby as she was cleaned and wrapped up and finally placed in her arms. Campbell could only cry more, tears streaming down her face as she held the small bundle in her arms, "Hi, Cici..." she whispered, leaning down to press her nose against her daughter's. "She's perfect."

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howmcnythings

"You know, that's the one thing I don't love about spring and summer," Primrose said, digging her fork into one of the noodles on her plate. "You can't eat outside without wasps," she said, looking at two that kept circling her and her pasta salad as she sat there at the picnic bench. "The worst part is, I never know if it's real wasps, or really determined shapeshifters who're trying to get my goat."

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CEDRIC COULDN'T STOP THE GRIN. he wasn't s u r p r i s e d, not really, but it was just a thought he'd never have. it was more amusing. “ can't lie rose... now i really want those two to be SHAPESHIFTERS. ” he chuckled. taking a drink from his can. “ just for the plot. ” he shrugged. then look the l a s t bite of his own pasta salad. “ alright, this lunch was good. thank you. despite the wasp issue, i actually didn't mind sitting outside. ”

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RYKER SIGHED AT THE THOUGHT–- she couldn't imagine someone wasting their time for such a reason. but she also knew better. s t r a n g e r things have happened. “ well, i can tell you the only shapeshifter around at the current moment is me. ” she offered dryly. “ you really just need to find a better location. ” ryker added, this time with a hint of amusement. though she only glanced up from her notes. “ now prim, please tell me you are almost done so we can go back inside. ” fully glancing up now. “ i have a shoot tomorrow, i don't need an uneven tan. ”

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