please join me in having a kingdon #melpregsummer this july!! 🤰🏼🤰🏼🤰🏼
this is extremely chill, the only rule is to get mel pregnant and post with the #melpregsummer tag here or on ao3. fluffy setting-up-the-nursery or angsty affair baby, i want to see it all. au is great. canon is great. nsfw allowed and encouraged. i don't care how long it is, i don't even care if it's his baby, just have a melpreg summer!
Mel reaches the part of her pregnancy when her filter doesn't last the whole 12 hours of a shift. At some point, her exhaustion wins, and nice, kind and gentle Mel becomes a menace, but exclusively to clueless patients who rudely ask about her body like they have any claim to it:
"Are you pregnant?"
Then Mel, deadpan, answers "No, I'm just fat"
"When are you due?" "Oh, I'm not pregnant, I have a rare gut disease that makes me bloat like this"
"Are you expecting twins?" "Worse, quadruplets"
She usually lets the patients sweat in horror for a few minutes before confessing she was just kidding, but if she's specially tired, she won't, and someone, usually Frank, has to run damage control before the patient passes out from sheer embarassment.
"This is all your fault", Santos says, "Carrying your spawn made her absorb some of your shiny sarcastic personality. But honestly, she's a much more cuter menace than you"
Day 1 of @kingdonmicrofic, focused on Melpreg Summer!
31 days for 31 weeks of Mel's pregnancy, from the moment she discovers her pregnancy, to the birth of her baby
Rating G | 366 words | Pregnancy, Non-Chronological, Each week of pregnancy will be announced at the beginning of the chapter, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Married Melissa "Mel" King/Frank Langdon | Kingdon
Mel and Frank's gender reveal party
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Week 23
It was a joyful day, and Mel was feeling amazing. Her mother and sisters-in-law had told her to simply enjoy the day, because they would take care of everything, and she only had to judge the final result, fitting the theme Frank and she had chosen for their gender reveal party.
The theme? Treasure.
Wearing a long flowing gold dress inspired by Peau-d’Âne’s dress of the color of the Sun, Mel chatted animatedly with her guests, all people she loved having around and speaking to: her and Frank’s families, a few of their colleagues, and friends they’d made outside of work.
“Dessert’s here!” Tanner shouted as he exited the house, holding two confetti cannons. He and Penny were tasked with the most important part of the day: pop the tubes to reveal if their little sibling was going to be a boy or a girl.
Frank joined Mel and led her, a hand on her waist, to the table where Abbot had just placed a gorgeous cake decorated with chocolate coins.
“Are you ready?” Sophie Langdon asked, her phone ready to record.
Mel nodded, and Frank gave his mom a thumb up as he pulled Mel closer. Everyone was looking at them, making her a little nervous. Not about the color of the confetti and Frank or her reactions, but because the excitement of the day was beginning to affect her.
“Tanner, Penny, let’s go!”
Both children struggled a little with their cannons, but soon after, with two successive ‘Pop!’, a cloud of pink confetti floated around Mel and Frank.
Mel looked at her husband with wide eyes. They were going to have a girl!
The grin on Frank’s face told her everything she needed to know. As well as the enthusiastic kiss he gave her, to which she replied with equal ardor.
“We’re gonna have a girl!” he whispered excitedly, and after another kiss that left Mel’s knees a little wobbly, he knelt before her and cupped her belly. Mel placed her hands over his.
“Hello, little girl. We can’t wait to meet you. We already love you to the moon and back.”
At this moment, Mel fell in love with her husband all over again.
Mel really likes Franks arms. Shen, and his equally nice arms, take notice. Turns out, Mel just really likes arms no matter who they're attached to.
Or, Frank and Shen spend an entire shift showing off for Mel's pregnancy hormones.
Read below or on AO3 , 3.9k words, Rated E, choking kink (for like a split second in a fantasy)
Set in the King v. UPMC universe after ch. 47, but can be read as a standalone.
Mel & Frank’s Infinite Playlist
Mel has never felt so out of control in her own body before. She can't sleep on her back anymore, she can't bend down to tie her shoes, and she still gets nauseous even though everyone swore up and down that it would go away after the first trimester. But the most egregious act this pregnancy is committing against her body is that she is so unbelievably horny all day every day.
She's tried to tone it down at home, poor Frank doesn't even complain anymore when she wakes him up at two am, but her body feels likes it's on fire all the time. She's even had to go as far as wearing panty liners daily because of how wet she gets throughout the day. If Frank crosses his arms, if Frank pushes his sleeves up, if Frank performs chest compressions, if Shen leans on the counter in front of her and waves his hand in her face to get her attention—
"Hello, Earth to Mel King," he laughs, "what are you thinking about?"
Mel can feel her face go hot, she knows she must be as red as a tomato right now. And she knows that Shen can see her face is as red as a tomato right now. She squeaks out a "nothing," and tries to walk away before he can ask anything else. Unluckily for her, it's more of a waddle these days, and he catches up pretty quickly.
"Woah, slow down there, momma," he puts his hands up to get her to stop walking away from him. In doing so, Mel notices his biceps flex and catch the light in such a delicious way and she wants to take a bite, just a little one she promises she'll be so good he won't even feel it. "Mel?"
All she can do is blink at him. She's embarrassed, and horny, and feeling guilty for salivating over a man she's not dating. "Sorry," she closes her eyes and shakes her head to try and clear any salacious thoughts. "Sorry, it's been a long day."
He chuckles, "It's eight am, Mel. You just got here."
"Right, right," she stammers out. "I meant week. It's been a long week."
"Well, what can I do to help? I'm all yours today, I'm stuck on a double." He crosses his arms and tracks her eyes as they go to his biceps, yet again. He's noticed her staring before, but he chocked it up to her maybe zoning out in his direction. This is not that. If Shen were a better man, he would not be letting this get to his head. But he's decidedly not a better man. Actually, he thinks he's a pretty shitty man right now for reveling in Mel unapologetically checking him out. He would never do anything about it, obviously. She's with Frank, after all. But if she weren't? He cannot be held responsible for the emotional devastation he would bring upon said boyfriend.
She licks her lips before looking back up, "I have to find Frank." She walks away before she can make an even bigger fool of herself. Get yourself together, Mel. You're acting like a degenerate.
When she finds frank, he's exiting a patients room, taking gloves off. His forearms tense and she can see his basilic vein so prominently, she wants to run her tongue over it. She wants to take him into a patient room and make him watch her rub her bare pussy over his arms to get herself off. She wants to—
"Hey baby," he greets her with a fond smile and a small kiss to her temple.
She clears her throat, "hi." You are no better than a man, Mel King.
"You okay? You look a little red," he gently touches her cheek with the back of his hand. "Do you need some water?"
"Yeah, yes, please. Some water would be good right now." Your arms anywhere on me would also be good right now.
"Go sit down, I'll get your water bottle from your locker," he says as he puts his hand on her lower back and gently pushes her towards the hub. Towards the hub where Shen is, looking at the board. Towards the hub where Shen is looking at the board with his arms crossed. Mel can't help but think her boyfriend literally pushing her in the direction of the very person that has her all flustered is the universe messing with her.
"Hey," he smiles as he looks down at her. "You're back."
"That I am." Can you be any more awkward? She adds finger guns, then looks at her hands and shoves them in the pockets of her sweater. Yes, yes you can.
He laughs, and turns to face her, propping his elbows up on the counter. Mel gulps. She doesn't think she's going to last much longer. Maybe she should tell Robby she's not feeling well. She can go home, take a nice bath, and run out the battery on her vibrator until Frank gets home.
"It's nice to have another shift together," he smiles at her. He's so nice, she almost feels bad for thinking of making a rubber model cast of his biceps to shove it up her—
"Shen," Frank's voice comes from behind her and makes her jump.
"Langdon," Shen nods at him. "Was just telling Mel here that we need her back on nights." He smiles wide at Frank.
Frank snakes an arm around Mels waist. A thick, warm, strong arm. "I think she's happy on days. With me." Has Frank been working out? "Besides, she'll be on maternity leave soon and she needs all the rest she can get until then."
"Just an offer," Shen holds his hands up in defense. "It's good for her to know she has options," he smiles down at her.
Frank tightens his hold on her, "she has everything she needs, thanks."
"You boys need a get along shirt?" Dana asks loudly from behind her computer. "Go clear some beds before I get Robby."
They stare at each other for a moment longer before Shen grabs his coffee and decides it's his time to walk away. "Let me know if you need anything at all, Mel."
Franks hand on her waist flexes before letting go altogether. He kisses her forehead before looking her in the eyes, "come get me if you need something, okay?" She smiles and nods, and he walks off in the opposite direction.
"Is that a normal occurrence with those two?" Dana asks, looking at her from over her glasses. "Can't say I've had the pleasure of being on shift with both of them in the longest."
Mel grimaces, "no, I don't know what that was about." Mel hates lying. But she's not really feeling up to explaining the dynamic to Dana. Mel is with Frank, and she's having his baby, but Mel also knows that Shen had a crush on her at one point. She thought he was over it. He said he was over it. That he just likes riling Frank up. But this didn't seem like just riling Frank up. "I think I'm gonna take the head lac in Central Nine." She needs to be anywhere else right now.
The head lac in Central Nine turns into a sprained ankle in South Eighteen that turns into a UTI in North Three. A pretty easy morning, and she hasn't thought about anyone's biceps in two and a half hours. She's refilling her bottle in the breakroom when Shen walks in carrying catering boxes.
"Hey Mel," he says as he puts down the boxes on the table in front of her. "Got some Primanti Bros for everyone." He opens one of the top boxes and pulls out a separately wrapped and labeled sandwich and hands it to her, "I got you a panini since you can't have cold cuts." She wants to eat that sandwich out of his palm. She wants to take it apart and lay every ingredient on his forearm like you would for naked body sushi.
"Thanks Shen," she manages to say out loud. He shakes the sandwich in his hand to prompt her into taking it, and laughs. "Sorry, sorry. It's been—"
"A long week," he interrupts, smiling. "Yeah, you mentioned that." He looks at her then, to test his theory, put his hands flat on he table, and leans toward her. "So, how have you been feeling? How's the baby treating you?" He sees her eyes glaze over a little as they trail up from his hands all the way to his shoulders. He wonders for a moment if Langdon is even taking care of her. Probably not, from how pent up she seems.
She places her hand over her belly, grounding herself, and finally answering, "uh, it's been a journey, that's for sure." She sits down and focuses on unwrapping the sandwich. "Overall, I have to say I'm really enjoying it. I still get a little nauseous every once in a while, and sleeping isn't the easiest," she's too focused on the sandwich, she's starting to ramble, "and my back is achy, and God, my breasts are just so sensitive all the time." She freezes, realizing what she's said and who she's said it too. She looks up at Shen, mortified, and he's smiling. "I am so sorry, please don't report me for harassment."
Shen laughs at her, "don't worry, Doctor King, I've heard it all." Oh, he's so understanding, and sweet, and considerate. He stands up straight and crosses his arms again. And beefy. God, what she wouldn't give to have those arms holding up her belly. Shen chuckles, rubs a hand down his face and says, "enjoy the sandwich Mel." He leaves her alone in the breakroom with her lewd thoughts. She wonders if she should embroider a giant scarlet A on her scrub top.
Frank finds her later out in the ambulance bay, staring at her phone. "Hey, sweetheart, what are you doing out here?" She looks back over her shoulder and waves her phone to show him the lava lamp app. "That bad, hm?" He goes to give her a hug but she backs away. "Hey, what's going on?"
Mel looks at her feet and shakes her head. She feels so guilty, and she can feel her throat getting tight. She steps forward and buries her head in his chest. Frank doesn't even hesitate to wrap her up in his arms. He holds her tight, knowing she needs the pressure. "Oh, sweet girl, you're okay," he coos at her, and rubs her back gently. "You wanna walk me through your thoughts? I can help you organize them." Oh, she loves him so. How can she ever tell him how much of a sexual deviant she's been all day. Especially when he's never been anything but good to her. She loves him so much, it makes her physically ill. "Come on, come sit for a moment," he leads her to the back of an open ambulance. "Tell me what you're feeling, and I'll fix it."
"Frank," she looks down at their intertwined hands. "I'm just so horny all the time," she whisper shouts. Frank lets out a bellowing laugh. "Don't laugh! I'm serious."
"Baby, if that's what's been bothering you, you should've told me," he closes the distance and starts to nuzzle his face into her neck, kissing his way up to her ear. "We could've have gone to a call room, or the car, I could have taken care of you." He nibbles on her ear.
"Frank," she moans out. "Wait, that's not it." He stops and sits back so he can look at her, waiting for her to continue. She grimaces, "I've been staring at your arms all day, thinking the crudest things…but it's been happening with Shen too…"
Frank is taken a back for a moment, then schools his face. He learned long ago that Mel will react strongly to his facial expressions, whether positive or negative. "Uh, what—what do you mean?"
"I mean, his arms just look so nice and your arms look so nice and I just want to be surrounded by a weighted blanket of forearms and biceps." She looks up at him with a longing stare. "I'm so sorry, Frank. I don't know what's come over me. I promise I have never thought of Shen as more than a friend."
Frank huffs out a quiet laugh, "oh, baby, it's okay. You have no control over your hormones right now. But you haven't done anything wrong." He lifts their intertwined hands to press a kiss on the back of her hand.
"Frank, how can you just be so okay with what I've said?" She looks at him like he's deranged. "I've—I've been acting like a—like—like a—a strumpet!"
Frank gapes at her and throws his head back to laugh loudly. "Mel, a strumpet? I wasn't aware we were in the fourteenth century." He pulls her forward gently, "listen to me. You are my partner, you are the love of my life, and you are carrying our baby. You are allowed feel things." He cradles her face in his hands, "am I over the moon that you're checking Shen out? Not really." He dips his head to nudge her nose with his, "but I don't care. Because at the end of the day, you're coming home with me. You're coming home to our bed, and I'm the only one that's making love to you. Got it?"
All Mel can do is nod her head before he closes the space and kisses her. He pulls away quicker than she would have liked, and she tries chasing his mouth, but he moves back. "Come on pretty girl, last thing we need is to be caught by Robby or Dana. We'd never hear the end of it." He holds out a hand for her and guides her back in to the ER. He turns to her, "I'll be in South Twenty," he puts up his arm to flex his bicep and points in the direction of the room, "if you need me." She laughs, and he smiles over his shoulder as he walks away.
She makes her way to check on the labs for her patient in Central Eleven, and find Shen at the Hub. "Well, well, well, Dr. King. We've got to stop meeting like this," he beams at her. "Your day getting any better?"
She smiles, "yeah, I think so." She looks up at him, "how's your double going? Exhausted yet?"
He leans on the counter and rests his head in his hand, making his shirt sleeve pull tight around his muscle. The effect is immediate, her eyes glaze over and drop to his bicep, like clockwork. Mel wonders for a very, very, very brief moment, if Frank would let her bring Shen home with them. He was so cool about her staring problem, maybe he'd also be cool about letting her stare a little longer in a more intimate setting. She can feel her salivary glands activating, and she can feel herself getting wetter at the thought of Frank and Shen having their way with her. Maybe Shen would massage her breasts from behind while Frank used his arms to hold her legs open so he could drag his tongue through her folds. Or maybe Frank would wrap one of his arms around her throat, applying gentle pressure while she watched Shen's forearm tense as he opened her up on his fingers and made her—
"Eh, doubles are a lot easier when you have a pretty view, " he winks at her. Mel is going to hell. But first, she needs to change her panty liner.
By the afternoon, Mel felt like her body would never regulate back to normal temperature. Frank had asked her to come watch him perform a shoulder relocation, though she suspects it was just him wanting her to see him flex. "We're a teaching hospital, Mel. I'm trying to teach you." And Shen had shown up, seemingly out of thin air, to help reposition her bariatric patient. He made sure to stand where she would have an unobstructed view of his arms, though he'd never admit to it.
At present, the three of them find themselves in Trauma Bay 2, with Frank performing compressions on a coding patient.
Shen, observing, says "switch at two minutes."
"I'm good," he glances quickly between Shen and Mel.
At the four minute mark, Shen tries again, "I'll take over."
"I'm fine," his shoulders and forearms flexed with each compression, sweat already darkening the collar of his scrub top.
Shen rolled his eyes. "You're on minute four."
"I'm still getting good depth."
"Frank, your back," Mel reminds him gently.
"Yeah, Langdon, listen to your girl."
"Yeah, exactly, my girl," his cadence faltering for a second.
Shen moves into position, "I'm taking over now." He picks up the count without hesitation, his cadence perfect. His veins prominent along his forearms, also perfect.
Frank follows Mel's line of sight, "Jesus Fucking Christ." He rips his gloves off and stalks out of the bay.
Mel watches Frank leave, shocked. She looks back at Shen, "I'm going to get Robby, I'm not allowed to do compressions this far along," she says quickly before hurrying out to find anyone, really.
Once the patient is stable she finally gets to sit to update her chart. She makes it all of 5 minutes before a shadow falls over the keyboard. She looks up to find Trinity watching her.
"Melicoccus—"
"I don't like that one."
"Melancholy." Mel makes a face and shrugs. That one is better, she supposes. "Your boyfriends are having a…verbal altercation in the breakroom."
Mel looks up at her immediately. She doesn't wait for any details before making her way over to the breakroom.
She finds them too close for her comfort, Shen with his hands in his pockets, and Frank with his arms crossed across his chest. Neither of them looks to be in a good mood. She stops short of the doorway, to not interrupt.
"I'm not gonna apologize for having feelings," Shen's voice is calm.
"I'm not asking you to. I just need you to stop flirting with the mother of my child."
"I flirt with everyone," Shen says, exasperated, trying to brush him off.
"Not like you do with her," Frank rubs at his eyes with one of his hands. "Look, we used to be good friends, and as your friend I'm asking you to please back off."
Shen puts his hands up in defeat, "I'm not trying to ruin anything for you Frank. Mel's an amazing woman. And I'm very happy for you both."
Frank narrows his eyes at him and nods, "I appreciate it. You'll stop flirting with her, then?"
Shen laughs, "I'm not even really doing anything, man. She just kinda loses focus when my arms are exposed near her. I think your girls just hor—"
Mel decides the rest of the conversation is none of her business. She's beyond embarrassed, uncomfortably pregnant, and still worked up. She should've gone with her first instinct and told Robby she wasn't feeling well today. She's pacing near the lockers, debating on if she can get it together enough to last the remaining two hours of her shift when Frank finds her.
"Come on," he says, opening her locker to get her stuff. "I told Robby I was taking you home."
"What? Why would you do that?" Was he really that upset with her? He'd sounded so reassuring in the ambulance bay. What had changed between then and the code in Trauma 2? What had she done wrong?
"Mel," he rubs at his eyes. Maybe he really can read her mind. Maybe they were so chemically imprinted on eachother that he knew what she needed before even she did. Frank puts her bag over his shoulder, garbs her waist with one hand, and places the other on her cheek. He spoke slowly, finding the right words, "look, I'm sorry for…reacting the way I did. I promise I was really fine with you…thinking about his arms. But seeing it happen infront of me was not a fun time."
"Frank—"
"That being said," he interrupts quickly, "I do feel a little better when I remember it's the hormones driving you crazy, and it's my baby you're carrying." He smiles at her and closes the distance to give her a small annoyingly work-appropriate kiss. "I guess that's one heck of a consolation prize," he huffs out a laugh and tightens his arm around her.
She lifts her hand to wrap around the arm near her face. She squeezes his forearm, and smiles up at him. "I love you, and I'm sorry you had to bear witness to my moral indiscretions," she frowns at him.
He throws his head back and cackles. "Mel, please, you're not in the Scarlet Letter." He puts his other hand up to her cheek now. She's immediately hyperaware that she is caged by both of his arms. She can feel her eyes glaze over, she can vaguely remember where her body is in relation to the room. But right now, all there is is Frank and Franks arms. And, oh, Mel wants to melt her body down, be spread out in a thin sheet, cooled to an appropriate temperature, and be fit around his bicep as a permanent cuff for all of eternity. She wanted to live out her days with her face smushed against his arm. Either arm, though she prefers the right. She suspects it's a little larger because of his alone time post-separation/pre-Mel.
Mel. She faintly hears her name, she thinks. Mel. A little stronger this time, was she doing something before this? Did she exist B.A. (Before Arms)? She thinks she existed as a single-celled organism in primordial soup until the day Frank was born. Her only providence to be here in this moment, surrounded by him. "Mel!" She blinks up at him.
"Jesus, baby, you're so high-strung right now, it's genuinely a liability for you to keep working today," he kisses her forehead and drops his arms, reaching for her hand to lace their fingers. "Let's get you home before you spontaneously combust," he laughs. And Mel has no choice but to let herself be led, because she's not entirely sure her brain has come back online yet. They pass Shen on the way out, who only gives her a tight lipped smile. He squeezes her hand and smiles at her. She brings her free hand up to grip his arm, and giggles. She briefly wonders if he'll let her sinkher teeth into him. She'd have to do it twice, at the very least. Once with his arm at rest, then again with his arm flexed. A third time to consider it science. Actually, she'll have to repeat the bites three times each. She'd need a controlled variable as well. What hypothesis is she testing? Skin turgor? Maybe a capillary refill test—
"Alright baby, I'm trying to buckle you in here, I need a little cooperation," he chuckles. She blinks up at him. When did she get in the car? "I promise my arms and I will take very good care of you when we get home." She'll have to recreate her experiment on the other arm, as well. And she'll have to document it as well. And if she's going to document it, she should have examples of his arms in various states of motion and tension. And if she looks back at her data at a later date when he's not around, well, that's her prerogative.
