Would you ever write a pazzi mum/pregnancy fic……👀
Baby TW- None Summary- Paige and Azzi find out they are pregnant, a little bit of a newborn baby A/N- Hope you guys like. I am not sure if I will be able to post a lot, but I will try my best. Send in ideas, maybe even some series ideas!!
Paige and Azzi had tried for two years, their hearts woven with unfulfilled longing as they faced the relentless struggle of IVF failures. Each morning, Paige would reach out for the baby blanket, smoothing its delicate stitching as if willing their dreams into the fabric. 'Will this ever work?' she would often wonder, the doubt lingering in her mind like a shadow.
The faint scent of lavender lingered in their bedroom, a soothing constant against the backdrop of uncertainty. A baby blanket lay folded in the corner, untouched, a reminder of the journey they had yet to fill. Despite major setbacks, Azzi's optimism never stopped; in fact, it grew over the IVF journey.
With each doctor visit, Azzi brought her lucky sunstone, believing in its promise. “Maybe today will be the day we get the news we’ve been waiting for,” Azzi thought, gripping the stone tighter in moments of doubt. Paige, meticulous and cautious, wrote down each appointment in her journal, searching for patterns amid the chaos. She'd often reflect on these entries, asking herself, “What am I missing?” Azzi knew that no matter how tough things got, Paige's love was unwavering. Their partnership was strengthened by their struggles and the promise that their dream would come true someday. When Azzi noticed her period was late, her heart skipped a beat. Could this be it? She wondered, battling the fear of false hope. She decided to take a test alone, not wanting to get her hopes up but unable to ignore the possibility.
She used an early-detection test and waited as instructed, time stretching endlessly as she paced the bathroom. Fear of disappointment wrestled with hope, thoughts returning to the baby blanket’s promise. Finally, she braced herself to look.
Azzi checked the test with closed eyes, the room around her fading into a blur of anxious anticipation. She inhaled sharply, feeling as if she were on the free-throw line, grounded yet on edge, hoping for the outcome they had been waiting for. In those suspended seconds, hope and fear danced together. Her fingers trembled slightly, moving her courage forward, like stepping onto the court for a final, decisive play.
When she finally opened her eyes, seeing the two lines transformed the fabric of her world. Overcome with emotion, she fell to the floor and began to sob. The wait was finally over, she thought to herself.
Azzi couldn’t hide a smile, though her voice stayed steady. "Paige, could you come home? I'm not feeling well and would really like you here." She chose her words carefully, knowing they weren't entirely true but wanting Paige near.
Paige arrived quicker than Azzi expected and found her sitting on the counter, eating cottage cheese, the tests beside her. Paige rushed over. "Az, what's wrong? What doesn’t feel good?" she asked, placing her hand on Azzi’s thigh. Azzi grabbed the tests from the counter and held them up to Paige’s face. "Remember our promise, P? Well, I’m pregnant," Azzi said as she hugged Paige. Paige stared up, shocked. "No way, Az! You're amazing!" Paige exclaimed, then peppered Azzi’s lips with kisses.
Sitting in each other's arms, Paige whispered, "Az, we're gonna be Moms," pulling Azzi close. This echoed the hope they clung to during the hard IVF days, when Paige reassured Azzi, "One day, we'll hold our little one and be the moms we've always wanted to be."
Azzi was in her final trimester, a milestone that once seemed impossible. She and Paige were thrilled for the baby's arrival. They spent evenings in the nursery, sharing dreams for the future. Paige read aloud from parenting books, her voice calm, while Azzi imagined their family adventures. Each night, they would place a freshly washed outfit in the crib, a gentle ritual that symbolized their commitment to creating a safe, warm environment for their little one. Peaceful evenings were filled with the scent of laundered baby clothes and the gentle spinning of a mobile making shadows on the nursery walls. Each turn was a quiet reminder of the life ahead, a future they envisioned together through their journey.
One evening, Paige set aside her book and turned to Azzi. "Az, what if she has your beautiful eyes and my stubbornness?" Azzi laughed, "I hope she's as kind-hearted as you." Paige paused, worry flickering. "Will she face challenges because of us?" Paige recalled a recent encounter at the park where a stranger rudely looked them over when they mentioned they were first-time parents. Another time, at a baby store, a clerk had been overly curious, asking intrusive questions about their relationship, leaving them feeling uncomfortable. Yet those instances were balanced by numerous positive experiences, such as when a neighbor threw them a surprise baby shower, weaving a community of support around them. Azzi squeezed her hand. "She'll have two mothers who love her. We'll teach her to face the world with courage." Paige nodded, reassured by Azzi's conviction. They reflected on the support from their diverse community, feeling protected and hopeful for the future.
The nursery was ready. Bags were packed, essentials in reach. In the softly lit nursery, Azzi and Paige reflected on their journey. Paige placed her hand on Azzi’s, both feeling anticipation and love. They pictured nights of lullabies and future laughter, a moment bridging preparation and the changes ahead.
Azzi and Paige had gone to bed as usual, knowing the baby could come at any time now. Azzi had been feeling a few contractions throughout the day, but she just thought it was Braxton Hicks, those occasional false alarms they had come to recognize over the months. Paige knew about them, too; they both felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness but didn’t think much of it.
Just to be safe, Paige put their bags in the car, and the car seat was set up in both of their vehicles. As night settled in and they lay in bed, the familiarity of their routine was comforting, yet a shared glance acknowledged the little one about to come.
Azzi woke up, contractions getting worse, then a gush of water came out. That's when Azzi started to get worried because she could not tell if she peed herself or her water broke. A fleeting thought of doubt crossed her mind—am I really ready for this? "Paige, wake up," Azzi said, shaking Paige's sleeping body. Paige woke up so fast. "What's wrong, Az?" Paige said, turning on the lamp on her bedside. "I think my water broke," Azzi answered, a worried look on her face.
That's when Paige jumped out of bed. "P, it’s going to be okay," Azzi said, slowly getting out of bed. "I’m gonna go shower, hopefully it will help," Azzi added as she waddled to the bathroom, Paige not far behind. As Azzi stepped into the warm water, the steam began to dance around, lightly fogging Paige’s glasses as she stood by to assist. "Here, let me help you, Az," Paige said, carefully supporting Azzi without needing any more words. The fogged glasses, a sign of all the love and care Paige held for her, captured the tender essence of the moment.
They got out of the shower. Paige helped Azzi dry off and apply lotion, rubbing in slow circles.
When they were dressed, Azzi's contractions worsened, just 8 minutes apart. The pain made the decision clear. After a quick, tense glance, they decided to go. Paige drove to the hospital with a determined focus, her grip on the steering wheel tight. The empty, predawn streets mirrored her resolve, each silent traffic light flicking green, granting a wordless permission to proceed. As she navigated the quiet roads, every sharp turn and sudden brake mirrored the intense emotions swirling within her, the fear and hope interwoven in the silence of the night. She held Azzi’s hand for her to squeeze as hard as needed, feeling an urgent need to reach their destination safely yet quickly. Each mile was a test of her resolve, echoing her internal struggle and newfound strength.
They arrived in 14 minutes, though it usually took 20. The ER was quiet at 2 a.m. "My wife is in labor," Paige told the receptionist as Azzi sat in a wheelchair. They were told to go up to L&D.
The plan was for Azzi to have an all-natural birth, a commitment she had made after thoughtful consideration during her pregnancy with Paige. She treasured the idea of embracing this journey in its most organic form, believing that her body was perfectly designed for this moment. However, as the contractions intensified, she felt the monumental wave of pain with each one. Her grip on Paige's hand tightened, their fingers interlocked as if anchoring each other amidst the storm.
The sterile smell of antiseptics mingled with the comforting scent of Paige's familiar perfume. Azzi could hear the rhythmic beeping of the monitor, each beep marking time as it drew out in anticipation. As the pain overwhelmed her, Azzi called for the nurse, determination in her voice despite the tremble. With a glance at Paige, she declared, "We need to consider something for this pain." At that moment, she realized that adapting to the situation didn't mean giving up on her ideals but rather growing with them. The nurse nodded, respecting their choice.
When the nurse arrived, footsteps echoed briefly in the room, grounding Azzi in reality. Paige remained by Azzi's side, whispering soothing words, her face a mix of worry and strength. Inside, a quiet fear simmered: What if I couldn't be the support Azzi needed? What if something unexpected happened? The nurse discussed the options available, ensuring Azzi felt supported in her decision. After a brief exchange and feeling in control, Azzi agreed to an epidural. As the needle pierced Azzi's back, a sharp, intense tingling spread from her spine, and her body tensed, reacting to the invasion. Paige squeezed her hand even tighter, needing reassurance just as much as Azzi did, seeking comfort in their shared vulnerability. The pain began to subside, replaced with a sense of relief and empowerment amidst the chaos.
As the medication finally began to take effect, a cool relief washed over her, and Azzi let out a shaky breath, tears welling in her eyes as the pain dulled. “Paige, it hurts so bad,” Azzi said, her voice a mix of vulnerability and exhaustion. Paige gently brushed a tear from Azzi's cheek, her own eyes glistening with emotion. “You are doing amazing, Az. You can do anything,” Paige replied, placing a kiss on her forehead, their shared strength creating a quiet sanctuary amidst the chaos.
As the hours passed, anticipation grew, filling them with excitement. Paige imagined holding their baby for the first time, feeling the warmth of a new life in her arms, while Azzi managed a weary smile, envisioning their daughter's first cry. In a moment of quiet between contractions, they whispered of a future painted in vivid dreams. One potent image stood out: their daughter's tiny fingers gripping the fringe of a basketball net, encapsulating all the milestones and laughter-filled days they hoped to share. This simple vision carried the weight of all the hopes and challenges awaiting them beyond the hospital walls.
After hours of Azzi being in pain and pushing, their beautiful baby girl arrived, and they named her Nyla. She had little brown curls and a surprisingly firm grip that seemed to anchor her new family in the present, capturing the wonder and awe of the moment in a single, tangible connection.
She was more beautiful than Paige and Azzi had expected.
After a couple of days, they were released from the hospital and were able to go home, Azzi in the back seat with baby girl and Paige in the driver's seat. glancing back every minute, making sure the two of them are okay.
When they finally got home, Azzi instantly went to sit on the couch, Paige trailing behind with Nyla in her carseat, peacefully sleeping.
Paige quickly ran back out to the car to grab all the bags and set them in the living room. “Paige, can you grab my pumps?” Azzi asks as she takes off her pumps. Paige hands her the two pumps and sits down next to them.
It had been a couple of days since getting home, a couple of friends and family had dropped off food, and a few random things they might need.
They had been doing so well. Nyla was sleeping a good amount. Paige and Azzi took turns being up with her, since Nyla could take the bottle, so Paige could feed her. They slept when they could; they still had their maid, who was a big help. Everything was running much more smoothly than they had thought. Lucky for them, it was the off-season, and Paige was not going to play unrivaled until later in the season, while Azzi was taking time off for the entire off-season. However, the looming preseason training was just around the corner, hinting at the pressures and changes it would soon bring, threatening to disrupt their delicate routine. They knew balancing their careers with parenting would be challenging, so they began planning for it. Paige and Azzi discussed hiring a reliable nanny to support them as they transitioned back to work. They also considered flexible workouts and training schedules to ensure they could both spend quality time with Nyla. They approached their teams about working remotely at times or participating in virtual meetings, demonstrating their proactive approach to managing upcoming work demands while embracing their new roles as parents.
Nyla and Azzi have had their check-ups since birth. Everything was going amazingly. According to the doctors, the only thing that needed to be changed was Azzi’s sleep; even though Azzi thought she was getting enough, the doctor told her she should still get a little more. Noting this, Paige proposed a bedtime ritual to ensure Azzi could rest more effectively. Each evening after Nyla was settled, Paige suggested they have a 'wind-down' hour. They could play soft music, dim the lights, and share a warm cup of decaffeinated tea, allowing Azzi to relax and prepare for sleep while Paige handled any remaining tasks. This simple routine was intended to help Azzi balance her new responsibilities with the rest she needed.
Their support network of friends and family also stepped in to help, highlighting the importance of chosen family for them as lesbian moms. One evening, their close friends JJ and Zaza came over with a homemade dinner, giving Paige and Azzi a break. They took over for a few hours, allowing the new moms some much-needed downtime. As the aroma of freshly baked lasagna filled the house, JJ recounted a funny story about their own childhood, making everyone laugh and adding warmth to the evening. Zaza, with her gentle voice, entertained Nyla with stories of adventurous animals in a magical forest, captivating even Paige and Azzi. After dinner, while Azzi took a much-needed nap, Paige and Zaza sat in the living room, sharing their thoughts on parenthood and appreciating the unexpected moments of joy it brings. "I never thought a baby's giggle could be so infectious," Zaza remarked, smiling at Nyla. Paige nodded, feeling grateful for their community. This support was invaluable, providing Paige and Azzi with the peace of mind that they were not alone on this journey.
