An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Like a year ago I started thinking about this soul eater au for a tweeny story or comic. Beside drafting some ideas, doodling some scenes and writing others I don't think I'll continue. In this link there are some of those drabbles and it's previous to those comic pages in the AU tag
post s11, mulder and scully go on a babymoon! i tweeted about this once and had to get it out of my system so you get to deal with it
there’s probably plot if you squint but why would you do that
tagging @today-in-fic
He floats the idea to her during week fourteen.
They reserve Sundays for lounging around together at home. Though the sun creeping over the horizon might technically signify the start of the day, they often stay in bed together well into the morning, tangled up like the young lovers they used to be. Their lives have slowed from a frantic chase to an almost dreamlike crawl, but they have a new respect for the solace found in spending an entire day simply existing with the person you love – especially with the impending arrival of a new person looming in the not too distant future.
This Sunday, she’s sitting propped up by pillows with her eyes closed and her head tilted back against the headboard. He’s lying face down next to her, head perched on his arm flush against her hip, and his hand roaming across her bare stomach. It hasn’t quite popped – not yet – but almost overnight, her once taut and flat abdomen has developed the slightest curve, jutting out to let the world in on the miracle that grows inside. He can’t stop touching it; part of him continues to marvel at the incredible feat her body is accomplishing, a different part can’t quite believe this is happening and uses the touch of her skin as a litmus test for his lucidity, and another part entirely falls even more in love with her and their baby as they reach and surpass each milestone. Frankly, he couldn’t keep his hands off her even if he tried, but luckily for him, she doesn’t seem to mind.
“We should go somewhere,” he says, his voice slipping from his mouth like honey. She makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a sigh, he’s not sure, but either way, he knows she’s already against the idea.
“Don’t wanna move,” she mumbles through lips as soft as the sheets engulfing them. “Too comfy.”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his body like an earthquake in the stillness of their bedroom.
“Not right now,” he amends, “before the baby comes. Let’s go somewhere.” He lifts his eyes to her face and watches as hers slide open. She regards him with a furrowed brow, one of the expressions he knows means she’s curious and not angry or upset. He can work with that.
“I want to take you somewhere, anywhere, while it’s just us,” he tries again, stroking his thumb back and forth over their baby like a metronome. She huffs out a laugh and runs a hand through his hair.
“That’s very sweet, and I would love nothing more than to be whisked away by you, but you know how risky this is,” she reminds him, still softly petting him in the intoxicating way that makes him forget his train of thought. He suddenly wants nothing more than to just let the soothing feel of her nails against his scalp lull him back to sleep.
If she whips this skill out on the kid, bedtime should be a breeze.
“I doubt my doctor would approve of travel, let alone allow it,” she continues, oblivious of the detour his brain just took.
“She said everything looks really good though,” he counters, “and that we got through the worst of it.”
Which is true, technically. Despite near hospitalization when a week or two of particularly bad morning sickness ripped through her, an appointment a few days prior had shown that things were progressing exactly as they should. An image of their perfectly healthy baby hangs on the fridge and a recording of its perfectly healthy heartbeat resides on both of their phones, yet she’s hesitant to throw herself into this when it could all come to a screeching halt at any moment. Going through that heartbreak once was bad enough – she’s not sure she’d survive it again.
“I know we’re not completely out of the woods,” he says, and now it’s his turn to pull her away from her own thoughts, “but you deserve it. We deserve it.” She sighs, thinking about sun on her skin and wind in her hair and life coursing through her veins.
“We’ll talk to Dr. Klein next time we’re in and in the meantime, I’ll think about it, okay?”
He grins, a tender smile with all of the boyish charm he had when she met him 25 years ago.
“Good,” he says, propping himself up on an elbow. “I just want you to relax as much as possible before we’re scavenging for sleep like a pair of starving raccoons.” He leans down, then, addressing her belly. “Not that you won’t be every bit worth it, little one, but we’re really old.”
She laughs halfheartedly in response, covering the hand on her stomach with her own.
~
On a Tuesday during week sixteen, their baby is still perfectly healthy with a perfectly healthy heartbeat. Her doctor runs through the exam according to procedure, asking questions and taking measurements, and Scully updates her on feelings and symptoms when she’s prompted, but her eyes remain glued to the image of the baby on the screen. The evidence is staring her in the face, evidence that she can breathe and let go of some of her worry, but she still holds her breath and expects something to go terribly wrong. She’s seen too much, been through too much, to take anything remotely good at face value, and it kills her.
She hopes the baby can’t feel that.
“More than anything, Dana,” she hears her doctor say and immediately shifts her attention. “I want you to relax as much as possible. You and baby are healthy, everything is on track, and I want to keep it that way. The less stress you’re under the better.”
“Speaking of relaxing,” Mulder interjects from his place next to her, “in your medical opinion, do you think we’d be able to go on a little vacation of sorts?”
She pauses for a moment, forming a response, and hands Scully a paper towel to wipe the gel from her abdomen.
“In other cases like yours, I would typically advise against it. However, and I don’t want to jinx anything here, this pregnancy is going remarkably well. I think I can sign off on a small trip barring any abnormalities on your next scan.”
Mulder reaches over and clasps her hand, shooting her one of the smiles that makes her heart melt. She tries to return it, but the word abnormalities echoes persistently in her head.
~
By the time they reach the Tuesday of week eighteen, in addition to seeing and hearing that her baby is healthy, she also has the tangible proof of little limbs pushing against the confines of her womb. Once again, they’re told that everything is fine and once again, she waits for the other shoe to drop.
“I’m very happy with what I’m seeing here. If you’re still thinking about planning a trip, I think you’re in a good position to do so. My only conditions,” she adds, as Mulder helps Scully off the exam table, “are that you avoid international travel and stay on the east coast.”
In case something goes wrong, Scully supplies in her head, wincing slightly at the baby’s sudden onslaught of frantic movement in her belly as soon as she thinks it. Still, she can’t help but yearn for a respite out of the city, regardless of how brief it might be, where it’s just her and Mulder in a different place being different people.
Hopefully she can leave the intrusive thoughts at baggage claim.
They walk out of the OB’s office hand in hand, his thumb sliding back and forth over hers. When they reach their car, he regards her with the tilt of his head and the quirk of an eyebrow, uttering one location.
And that’s how they decide to go to Florida.
~
He takes over the planning part of the whole endeavor, asking her to trust him, and she finds it hard to say no when she thinks about how deeply he knows her and how deeply exhausted she is.
Within a week, he books flights and a place on the beach, consulting her only to find out when she’d like to leave.
The night before their flight out, she’s asleep in bed while he finishes some last minute packing. Suddenly, she’s roused from slumber by the sound of someone mumbling, and she realizes she can feel his head down by her abdomen and his mouth against her stomach.
“We can’t wait to meet you baby girl,” he whispers in a way that lets her know she’s catching the end of whatever he was telling their child. “Your mom and I love you so much already.”
She decides to pretend to still be asleep, teetering on the edge of consciousness until he moves her shirt back down to cover her belly and drifts off himself.
~
They leave on a Wednesday morning during week twenty. The flight is a little under three hours, and she feels every second of it.
It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy traveling, but traveling with an added 12 pounds of baby weight isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Still, the salt in the air and the warmth in the breeze puts a smile on her face, and she’s content the entire trip from the airport to where they’ll be staying.
As soon as the car pulls up, she’s impressed.
A dozen or so cabanas are sprawled out in front of them, each one with a stone walkway to the front door that veers off from a main path down to the beach. The buildings are quaint – short and fortified with concrete, able to withstand rain and wind beating against the structures. They’re all painted a soft yellow, which, paired with the beige trim of the roofs, reminds her of the sand she walked on in Africa years ago. Outside of each cottage, two deck chairs sit next to each other on the unnaturally vibrant grass, completing the picturesque vacation spot. She can hear waves crashing and smell the foam from where they stand.
While Mulder checks them in, she walks slowly up and down a small stretch of the main path down to the shore, one hand on the small of her back and the other resting atop her bump. The baby had been still since they left that morning, but she could feel her now coming awake under her finger tips, a kick here, a kick there. She felt the urge to talk to the human in her womb, to talk nonsense or say anything at all like Mulder seemed to be able to, but words stuck in her throat like tar.
So she simply walks, waiting for Mulder to come find her, and thinks about the way the sand will feel under her feet and the way the ocean will feel against her skin and not about the way the baby might feel in her arms.
He finds her easily and guides her to one of the cottages toward the front of the pack, closer to the actual beach than the rest. He unlocks the door and ushers her inside first while he grabs their bags, and despite the overwhelming floral prints and pastel colors that scream tourist!, the first word that comes to mind is charming.
The space is essentially set up like a one bedroom apartment, with a kitchenette and living room taking up her field of view as soon as she walks in. As she ventures further inside, she takes stock of the white wicker furniture and the king-sized bed in the bedroom. Most importantly, she spots a claw foot bathtub in the bathroom. Not bad, Mulder, she thinks, lowering herself to the bed. Not bad at all.
The man in question enters not a minute later, looking expectantly at her.
“Good choice?” he asks, insecurity creeping into his voice. She beckons him to her and once he’s standing in front of her, she takes a handful of his shirt and pulls him down to her.
“Very good,” she tells him against his mouth before pulling it against her own. His hands move up to cup her face and his thumbs swipe her cheeks. They come apart, but he still holds her face in his hands.
“Do you need rest? Food? Anything you want, say the word and I’ll make it happen.”
She shakes her head, attempting to pull him closer. “I feel like I’ve been resting all day. I want to do something.” As she’s speaking, her stomach growls, loudly enough for him to notice and her to blush. “But food first would probably make me and your daughter very happy.”
He chuckles and kisses the top of her head before reaching out his hand to help her up.
“C’mon, I think there’s a place down the street.”
~
The irony of being on the coast but not being able to eat seafood is not lost on her, but she manages to have some of the most mouthwatering food she’s ever had anyway. They leave the local restaurant and notice that the sun should be setting soon, and Mulder decides it’s the perfect time to walk on the beach.
(In her case, it’s more like waddling, but he knows better than to joke about that.)
They walk hand in hand along the shore, letting the remnants of waves wash over their bare feet and the setting sun beat against their backs. After a few minutes of bumping shoulders while they walk she stops and turns to him, facing the sun. The golden hour light makes her hair seem like fire and her eyes like sapphire, and her beauty nearly knocks him off his feet.
“Here,” she says, pulling their joined hands to her belly. “I think she likes it out here.”
Only recently he’s really been able to feel their child moving, and it seems like he hit the jackpot tonight. He can feel the baby tumbling around under the skin of Scully’s abdomen, the soft rolling sensation of a hand or a foot against his hand. It reminds him of the ocean, the power it holds and the almost otherworldliness of its existence. As the sun slides beneath the horizon, they make their way back to the cabanas for the night.
“Headed to bed?” he asks as she makes a beeline for the bedroom as soon as they cross over the threshold of the cottage. She hums in affirmation as she reaches the door before throwing a look over her shoulder.
“But Mulder,” she says, eyes dark and voice deep. “I’m not tired.”
~
They spend Friday lounging on the beach – she soaks up sun, he swallows a ridiculous amount of seawater.
She sits cross-legged on a blanket under an umbrella, spending a few hours in the shade to cool her skin off from the rays she’s already gotten, and watches as he trudges back to her, shaking out his hair and body like a wet dog.
“Hi,” he offers, plopping down on the blanket next to her and leaning over to kiss her check with a wet smack. “Long time no see.”
“I know, I wondered if I’d ever be able to get you out of there. Thought for a second you found a nice, beautiful mermaid to settle down with,” she jokes, squirting out some sunscreen in her hands. He scoffs in mock offense as she lathers her arms.
“Scully, please, scientifically real mermaids are nothing like the fairy tale iterations we’re peddled as children. They’re gruesome sea monsters with nasty tempers and while I’d love to meet one, that’s just so not my type anymore.”
She laughs, moving from her arms to her stomach, and rubbing the sunscreen in with small circles. He crawls in front of her, flipping onto his side, and watches her.
“How do you feel today?”
“Fine. Good. Really good. The change of scenery is nice.”
“And the baby?”
“Active, but calm. I think she can tell I feel a little more relaxed here, when I’m not thinking about the giant list of things we have to get done before she gets here.”
“Shhh,” he interrupts, scooting closer and placing his hand on the swell of their baby. “Tell mommy she doesn’t need to worry about anything because we’ll get everything done and everything will be fine.”
“I can’t help it!” she good-naturedly exclaims, only to be shushed by Mulder once more.
“This is a private conversation between me and our child,” he continues, despite her eye roll and exasperated sigh. “Please don’t interrupt us.”
“Anyway, as I was saying, baby girl,” he starts, once again addressing her belly. “Your mom worries about everything and everybody, and that might infuriate you from time to time, but eventually you’ll learn that that’s just one of the many ways she shows you she loves you.” She’s caught off guard by his sentiment and tears spring to her eyes.
“She is always going to make sure you’re loved and taken care of, and that’s why you’re so lucky to have her.” He looks up at Scully then, noticing the wetness of her eyes, and he kisses one of her knees. “We both are. Care to add anything, doc?”
She shakes her head, blinking back unshed tears, and continues reapplying sunscreen. His hand wanders from her belly to her bathing suit bottoms and he fingers the olive green fabric.
“New?” he asks, subtly steering her away from anything else emotional and genuinely curious. She nods.
“I had to pick up a new one or two. I…outgrew my others, for lack of a better word.”
She looks pointedly at her bump.
“Yeah, I can imagine.”
He looks pointedly at her breasts.
She rolls her eyes and shoves him onto his back.
~
The next morning, they come across a sign for a local flea market, and that’s how they spend Saturday.
When they walk up to the booths, they’re immediately intrigued by the local art, jewelry, and clothing they see.
They walk through the rows of vendors like any other couple, hand in hand, fingers interlocked. She feels normal, almost mundane, on a vacation somewhere tropical with her partner walking beside her and their baby tossing and turning inside her. It’s hard, though, not to think about how much they had to overcome to get to this point. The people they’ve lost, the pain they’ve felt, all reminders of the trauma they’ve faced, both together and apart. It feels sometimes that those memories are just barely hovering out of her mind, waiting for the slightest thing to signal them back into her consciousness and fill her with dread.
She thinks about Melissa as they walk past a table of handmade jewelry. Her sister’s death has been on her mind more recently as she thinks about the lack of family their baby will have. She would have been an incredible aunt – cool and fun and warm, and sometimes it makes her chest throb when she thinks about just how much she misses her. She pulls on his hand to bring them to a halt and surveys the spread of necklaces, bracelets, and rings. She picks up a gold chain with a crescent moon pendant and runs her finger over the metal.
“Hand-forged,” the woman, who, Scully presumes, makes the jewelry, offers as she comes over to them. “Each piece is one-of-a-kind unique.”
Mulder peers over her shoulder at the metal in her hand and leans closer to her.
“You like it?” he asks into her ear, and she nods, but goes to put the necklace down. “Then we’ll take it,” he directs the latter part of his statement to the owner, and she scurries back the way she came to get a bag.
“Mulder, no, it’s unnecessary.” She tries to fight the gesture despite knowing how futile her efforts are. If he can do anything for her, even the smallest thing, like buying a necklace, he’s quick to jump at it.
“Let me do this for you. Think of it as an early push present.” At her look of amusement, he rushes to clarify. “I read about them online. They’re a nice sentiment. Besides,” he adds, as he hands a wad of cash to the woman and takes the small box she’s put the necklace in. “buying you jewelry now is good practice for when you decide I can give you a ring.”
She smirks and lifts up on the balls of her feet to plant a kiss on his cheek, lingering there for longer than necessary, and slips her hand in his, leading them once again down the aisle. As they walk, she’s looking up at a hanging light fixture to her left when she feels a soft touch on her right arm. She turns to the source and finds herself face to face with a woman who looks to be about a hundred years old, but smiling at her like an overzealous child.
“Come over,” she says, gesturing to a booth of what seems to be knitted goods. “I have something.”
Scully looks at Mulder who shrugs, essentially letting her decide what to do. She doesn’t sense any danger, just maternal warmth that reminds her of her mother, so they follow the woman to her stall.
Once in front of the items, she sees that they’re all hand-knitted goods. There are blankets, hats, and sweaters, all in different colors with different patterns. Scully runs her fingers over one of the beanies and she’s shocked at just how soft the material is.
She looks up and sees the old woman rustling around behind the items on display, apparently searching for something. Scully disentangles her and Mulder’s hands to properly look through some of the items. Each one is as soft and well crafted as the last, and both she and Mulder are almost elbow deep in fabric when the woman approaches them again.
“For baby,” she says, handing Scully what she now sees is a blanket and nodding to her bump. Instinctively, she takes the offered item from the woman and runs a hand across the front of her abdomen.
If it’s even possible, whatever this blanket is made out of is even softer than the things she was looking at before. It’s a baby blanket, she notices as she unfolds it to its full size, and it has light grey stars with sparkling thread hand-stitched all over the white fabric.
“It’s beautiful,” she tells her in earnest, running her thumbs across the raised edges of the stitching. “What on earth is it made of?”
The woman smiles and her expression reads as equal parts coy and proud.
“I mix my materials. I take a little from one, a little from another, just to make them feel like clouds. It’s all a secret.”
“How much for it?” Mulder asks, sensing that no matter what the cost, Scully isn’t going to walk away without it. The woman makes a dismissive motion with her hand.
“No charge. I spotted you walking past and you needed it. I have a sense.”
She shrugs, and Mulder still tries to take out his wallet.
“Please, you put far too much work into something like this to just give it away.”
She firmly shakes her head and then turns to address Scully directly.
“My mother had my sister late too. It all turned out okay. It will also turn out okay for you.”
Scully nods as tears spring to her eyes, and Mulder wraps an arm around her shoulder, kissing the side of her head.
In the end, they decide to also buy a larger throw for the living room, one that resembles a certain blanket that used to reside in his apartment.
~
When she wakes from a nightmare in the middle of Sunday night, she realizes she should have known she wouldn’t have a few days of peace.
She jolts upright as much as she can at twenty weeks pregnant and tries to calm her racing heartbeat. She can’t remember the specifics of the dream, but she remembers the specific kind of fear she only associates with something happening to her child.
She palms her abdomen, selfishly begging for movement, and breathes a little easier when she feels what she thinks is a fist pushing back at her. She grabs her phone off the bedside table and checks the time. A little after 1 a.m. means she’s only been asleep for a few hours, yet she feels too wired to fall back asleep. She looks over at Mulder, on his stomach and oblivious next to her, and slips out of bed. She uses the bathroom, careful not to wake him, and tiptoes outside.
The midnight breeze is cool, but her body is so hot these days it feels welcome against her skin. She looks out at the ocean, watching how the inky black water moves and crashes, back and forth, in and out. Deciding to perch out here until her sudden burst of energy dissipates, she lowers herself into one of the deck chairs. The surface is a little rigid, and the angle is a little harsh, but she moves around a bit before finding a position that’s somewhat comfortable. Her hands fall to either side of her belly and she rubs slow circles, trying to calm down the baby she knows she riled up. Maybe it’s the cover of night, or the presence of the ocean, but she feels something loosen in her, and starts talking.
“It’s just you and me tonight, baby,” she begins. The kicks get stronger as the baby becomes more awake. “I’m sure that’ll change once you’re out here with us, because I’m usually so much better at sleeping, but tonight it’s just us.”
She pauses for a moment, choosing to cradle her stomach with her hands.
“I think I should apologize to you, baby girl, because we haven’t talked that much recently. Or, well, ever. Your daddy is a lot better at this than I am. He believes that everything will work out, and everything will be fine. When he believes in something, he believes so fiercely, so he’s been more willing to talk to you and…um…love you.
The truth is, baby, I’m so scared that something is going to happen to you and I’ll never get to meet you. You’ll find this out when you get to us, but we’re quite a bit older than other parents. I’m a lot older than other moms and that comes with a lot of risks – risks that could really hurt you. And the last thing I want is for you to be in danger because the truth is, baby, despite every effort to keep a part of me detached from you in case the unthinkable happens, I love you so much already. I think about holding you and kissing you and watching you grow up and I want it so badly it hurts. Thinking about that being taken away from me…again…made it so hard to let myself love you, baby girl, and I’m so sorry.
I’m also sorry you won’t have much family around when you meet us. Your daddy and I have…been through a lot, and I wouldn’t change a single thing, but it’s cost us some of the people closest to us. And now, by default, you. You won’t have grandparents to spoil you rotten. You won’t have aunts to teach you the secrets of the world. You won’t even have a brother to protect you and keep you safe and god, baby, I’m so, so sorry.
But I want you to know, if you enter this world with any knowledge at all, that your father and I love you more than you could ever think is possible. That despite how unexpected your existence is, you are loved and wanted, and we never for a second thought about not having you in our lives. I made that mistake once, baby girl, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life paying for it, but hopefully the entirety of yours making up for it.”
As she finishes, she sniffles and hears footsteps on the grass approaching her.
“I don’t think the doc had this in mind when she told you to relax.”
She huffs out a watery laugh, letting him lift her chin so he can look in her eyes.
“Did you know that now my immediate response to waking up without you next to me is to try to call the police? I didn’t, by the way, but that was the urge I had to quell.”
“I’m sorry, I woke up from a nightmare and couldn’t sleep and…”
“Decided to catch some rays?”
“Something like that. How long had you been standing there?”
“Long enough. Can you scoot?”
She nods and moves forward a bit on the deck chair, allowing him to slide in behind her. He brings her back to his chest and she falls back against him, immediately appreciating the relief of a soft surface behind her. His hands find their way to either side of her stomach and he rests his chin on her shoulder.
“I know how scared you are, and I also know that there’s nothing I can really say that will make you not scared because you’re carrying a baby and that’s just how that works, but I want you to know that my faith comes from your faith. I believe in you, and that lets me believe that both you and our baby will be okay.”
She’s crying again, so he takes the sleeve of his hoodie and wipes the tears that have already fallen down her cheeks.
“Thank you,” she chokes out, trying to burrow even deeper into his embrace as he tightens his hold on her. “Thank you for being here and for being you.”
He kisses her temple before she turns her head to give him access to her lips.
“Now, kid,” he says, rubbing small circles on her belly with the tips of his fingers. “If you think this is a memorable trip to Florida, wait till you hear this…”
“Congratulations Your Majesty, I believe you and His Majesty King Liam is expecting your first child” Riley couldn’t believe what the Royal Physician had said. This morning it was Liam’s suggestion that she consult with the Royal Physician as she always feel sick this past few days and it made Liam worried. She felt happy and nervous at the same time.
“Thank you Doctor Richards” she managed to say
Oh Liam would be happy , she remembers how fond Liam was with his nephew , Timothy. Every once in a while his brother Leo and his wife Margarette would visit Cordonia and Liam always make sure that he clear his schedule to spend his time with his nephew. Who could blame him? Timothy was adorable, even the former King and Queen couldn’t get their hands off of their grandchild. She smiles at the fact that she and Liam would have a child of their own.
“I will report this good news to His Magesty immediat.. ”
“No!…No I mean..I want to tell Liam myself” she said interrupting the Doctor
“Of course , as you wish” the doctor smiles and exited the room.
She smiles to herself, the nervousness she felt a while ago was replaced by excitement.
It was 09:30 in the evening as Riley looked at the clock of their bedroom waiting for Liam. She had wanted to tell Liam the moment she finished her meeting with the noble ladies of the court this afternoon but Liam’s secretary told her that he was having a meeting with the French Ambassadors . She called Liam but he said not to wait up as he was having dinner with the Ambassadors but she couldn’t wait for tomorrow. She wants to tell Liam now.
“My Love, wake up” Liam said as he kissed Riley’s forehead and gently shaking her. His meeting with the French Ambassadors has somehow gotten very late and it was hard to please this people. He already told Riley to not wait for him and he immediately felt guilty when he found Riley sleeping in their couch with a book in hand.
“Liam?” Riley said as Liam gently tucks her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead once again
“I told you not to wait for me, come on lets get you to bed ” Liam helped her to get up and directed her to their bed. She stops midway
“Wait..I have to tell you something”
“Im sure it can wait in the morning” Liam said as he continue to lead Riley to bed
“No it can’t!…"She said a little louder prompting Liam to face her. “…Its important”
“What is it?”
“Its about this morning, I went to the Royal Physician and…" she trails of
“Aand?”
“And…..” suddenly she felt speachless
“Is it bad?” Liam ask with a sudden worry in his eyes. Sensing it she immediately said “No!.. no its not..” she smiles suddenly “Its actually good”
“What do you mean?”
She smiles at him before saying “Im pregnant”
Liam was dumbstruck for a moment he couldn’t register what Riley had told him. I m p r e g n a n t . S h e s g o i n g t o h a v e a b a b y. He looks at the love of his life W e r e g o i n g t o h a v e a b a b y ?
“Liam, Are you okay?”
“Im going to be a father… “ he murmurs
“What?”
“IM GOING TO BE A FATHER!” He said louder this time as he hug Riley and twirl her around the room. “IM GOING TO BE A FATHER!” Liam shouts this time.
“Liam, everyone in the palace is asleep!” Riley reminded him
“I dont care!” as Liam cotinues to twirl her gleefuly and shouts louder this time “IM GOING TO BE A F A T H E R!” . He felt the same happines when Riley said yes to his proposal the night of his coronation. That time he felt that he was the luckiest man in the world. He felt like the burden of the crown is finally lifted from him , he would not spend his entire life with the woman he doesnt love but the woman he loves and who loves her back even more.
“Oh my love!” Liam sets her down and planted a kiss on her lips and her forehead and her cheeks and eyes and nose. Riley couldnt helped but giggled as Liam continues to kiss her. “Alright, alright!” She said this time returning Liam’s kiss. Liam hugged her this time “I love you Riley”
Riley thank the God for everything he has given to her. He thank him for that fateful day that he met Liam at New York. He thank Daniel for having a date that night for it wasnt for him , he wouldn’t serve as their waitress and met Liam. He thank Maxwell for bringing him to Cordonia and helped her compete with the other noble ladies and finally he thanks Liam for choosing her and loving her wholeheartedly. With tears in her eyes she said “I love you too Liam”.
so i’m writing a boarding school fic and i need to pull the audience.. it’s about frerard and ryden and petekey (pretty much equally) and mikey is certainly a most interesting character. they (gimme a sec to explain) is basically warped tour ‘05 mikey except they wear dresses and headbands and frilly stuff (think: the infamous picture) and i can;t decide whether to make them:
a feminine trans boy (he/him)
a trans girl (she/her)
agender/completely ambiguous (they/them)
no matter how mikey identifies, they will be in a relationship with pete. the decision won’t affect their role or cool, detached personality, only how they’re addressed.
so, dearest reader, what do you think? 1, 2, or 3?
steve (getting in the car with natasha) - can't run everywhere
sam - no you can't
natasha (drives off and then stops and whips back around to park by sam again)
steve - sorry, i just wanted to clarify that i actually can run everywhere, but we have a mission out of the city so, i, ah, you know what you probably already guessed that. bye sam i love you (he winces and then just runs off down the street)
natasha (shakes her head, mouths 'sorry' and drives after him)
