Hi can I ask for a fic where reader is Malcolms’s pregnant oh and she goes and has a go at Ainsley for how she spoke about Malcolm in Q&A and afterwards she starts going into labour with a happy fluffy ending with Malcolm Thank you
You were so angry. No. Livid. No, livid didn’t the feeling justice. Seething. You were seething. With rage.
You’d called Jessica to have her driver take you to Ainsley’s apartment. It didn’t matter you were waddling and miserable, your hand clutching your lower back which was hurting more and more each day. And that the baby had clearly dropped, meaning your and Malcom’s daughter would be coming soon and coming early. Malcolm was terrified of it all; terrified of the changes, of the baby being too early, your health…the list when on and on about the things he was worried about.
But all you could think and worry about in that moment was possibly becoming the next killer in the family because of going after Ainsley Whitly for what she did to Malcolm yesterday at the psychiatric hospital. Yes there were other things to worry about; like the fact that there was a serial killer out there who knew both Martin and Malcolm.
But all you care about are Malcolm, and your child. And you were going to kick Ainsley’s ass, third trimester be damned…..after you took the elevator up to her apartment.
You burst in, unannounced. “Ainsley! We need to talk!” Your bravado fades quickly as you rub your lower back. The baby was still, unmoving. With every breath you sensed the anticipation of a new beginning, and it kept your heart rate high in a bought of hyper focused anxiety. OK, so maybe you were worried about other things. Your protective instincts were on high alert, and right now they were all directed towards the father of your child.
Ainsley turned off the treadmill she was running on, turned off the TV and frowned in concern as she came to you. “(Y/n), what are you doing? Is everything ok? The doctor put you in bed rest!”
“Yes, thank you, I’m aware. But we have to talk.” She sighed, her hip popping a little bit as she rested her hand on it.
“At the precinct. I’m here to talk about what happened yesterday. By the way, why aren’t you in the hospital? Wasn’t your boyfriend stabbed?”
She glared. You two general got along, but when you butt heads, it was worthy of a National Geographic montage with a dramatic narration. “Yes, he was. He’s fine by the way, thanks for asking. The hospital sent me home. I’m not family or his emergency contact or a spouse.”
“Guess what, I AM a spouse.” You snap, turning back to why you really came. “And you ripped my husband’s heart out yesterday, your BROTHER’S heart out with what you said yesterday. The way you talked about him? How you made him a victim? Ains, how could you do that to Malcolm?”
She threw her arms in the air and went to the couch. Even in a fight she gestured for you to sit. And you were glad she offered; the pain in your back was getting worse with every second you were standing. “Because he IS a victim. I’ve seen that my entire life! And he has every right to be. And my plan worked. We got to see the real Surgeon.”
“At the expense of your own brother!”
“(Y/n), I was just doing my job.” Her jaw was starting to firmly set as she grew more defiant her in defense of her actions. Her set jaw makes you set yours and while you’d just taken the effort to sit, the adrenalin and anger pumping through you makes you stand. You have to resist hitting her, throwing something at her, screaming at her, shaking her to make her understand.
“Your job isn’t more important than your family! Than your brother! He isn’t a pawn to be used and played, put on display and humiliated without permission! You told the world all his mental health issues and struggles, you used his pain to get a rise out of Martin! And you’re wrong Ainsley, he’s not a victim. Malcolm’s still here. He’s a survivor. Did you ever think about that? He has fought every single day to still be here! He has his demons but he’s survived them; to become my husband and to become a father! He -” Your rampaging stops.
In the pit of your core, you had felt a distinct pop. The pop you’d been warned about. You feel the fluid down your legs and see the puddle pooling on the floor.
You and Ainsley lock eyes, mouths dropped, eyebrows lifted.
And suddenly you’re afraid, and you’re fighting of shaking anxiety.
“Your water just broke…” Ainsley says, you’re both still frozen.
“Yea…yea it did…” You gulp, staring down at the water. “Call it a truce?” You say looking back up to your sister-in-law.
“Truce,” Ainsley nodded and you both bolted into action. You picked up your bag to text the driver to meet you out front. And Ainsley is already calling Malcolm at the precinct.
Your and Malcolm’s overnight bag was at the apartment. Someone had to get it. Maybe Gil? Someone had to get it. The nursery was almost done; Jessica would make sure it was done in time.
The first bout of discomfort was coming.
You have to get to the hospital.
And Malcolm better be there….
“Why is she even there! She’s supposed to be on bedrest” Ainsley closed her eyes, taking the berating from her brother. She figured this was payback for bad behavior. She was yelled at by (Y/n), now Malcolm.
“She came to yell at me for the way I talked about you in the interview with Dad…” Malcolm let out a long sigh, but even through the phone, Ainsley could hear his smile somehow.
“Of course she did….” He shook his head but Ainsley interrupted any further laughs or smiles.
“Listen, she got all hyped up and her water broke.” Pause. Too Long of a pause. “Malcolm?”
“HER WATER BROKE?!” He finally exploded and Gil’s head shot up, and he told the group to be quiet.
“Where is she now?!” He yelled back, standing and carrying the phone with him, hurrying through to get his stuff together.
“She’s already in mom’s car, on her way to the hospital!”
“Of course she is…I’ll see you there.” He hung up and turned back to the team. “It’s happening!” He yelled back to them all. “Gil, stop at my place, get the bag!”
“You got it,” he said and grabbed his own keys. As they ran our of the precinct together, the team cheered, yelled to keep in touch, and said they’d be there tomorrow. Malcolm thanked them and ran out the door with Gil.
He was going to be a father.
He ran through the hospital to her room, where (Y/n) was comfortably sitting, for now, in the hospital bed. She wasn’t overburdened yet by pain, and she lifted an eyebrow up at his dramatic entrance.
“You made it….with plenty of time to spare.” She reached out to him, and he hurried to her side, bending to kiss her. “Deep breath, it’s ok…”
“She’ll be ok. I’ll be ok. We will both be ok. I promise.” He kissed her again and he nodded, taking a deep breath.
“(Y/n), why did you go over there? You didn’t need to….” His ocean eyes showed concern, his hand held her firmly. At first he’d been angry, but he knew her too well. She was fiercely protective. God help anyone that would ever try to harm their daughter.
“I know you can take care of yourself but…I had to Malcolm. You didn’t deserve that. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair. And besides that she’s wrong. You’re not a victim. You’re not something your father destroyed. If you were, we wouldn’t be here…but we are. We’re bringing a baby into this crazy world. You survived. You survived to pass on a different legacy…” His concern fades to a smile. She had a talent for turning any of his emotions and worried thoughts to a smile.
Malcolm grasps her hand firmly, lifting it to kiss it. “Ready to become a mom?” He said, trying already to fight back the happy tears. She kissed his hand back and nodded.
“Only if you’re ready to become a dad. Let’s do this.”
