#post mpreg

[willowpossyum]

unfortunately, soran’s daughter calista is not a very healthy kid :(

[annoyingbananafreakfarm]

Poor Rumi was never expecting to see Jinu again, let alone with a baby.

[inkyclone99]

Hunter and his daughter Pandora <33 he says she has his nose, well there is that!

Small cont. from this drawing hehe, Asajj Ventress come pay child support girl (women in male dominated fields)

(Yes btw in my headcanon world dathomirians have *some* face marks, then add in later more tattoos. I like baby with purple marks)

[cly306]

Tame Those Flyaways When You Have a Perm!

[totallypregnantmen]

@jasminesanriofan2 Ask, and you shall receive.

'Tis a mark of a core memory.

[i-just-want-to-be-a-bumblebee]

Julian watched Garak hover in the doorway of their bedroom. He was laid on top of the blankets, propped up with pillows, their three week old daughter cuddled into his bare chest. She was sleeping peacefully, after nearly thirty minutes of screaming while Garak had tried to calm her so Julian could rest.

“What am I doing wrong?” Garak asked sadly.

“You’re doing nothing wrong, she’s just being fussy.”

“She never falls asleep when I hold her, in fact she screams when I try. Why does she like you so much more than me?” Julian chuckled softly, brushing a kiss against the curly hair of their daughter.

“She doesn’t like me more than you Elim.”

“She does!” He retorted fiercely, with a slight pout. Julian just sent him an endearingly amused smile.

“Elim, why do you like to sleep with me?” Garak tilted his head to the side in consideration, this felt like a trap.

“Because you are dear to me?” He guessed. Julian shook his head and smiled.

“Try again, what about sleeping with me have you always liked best?”

“You are warm?” Julian nodded his smile widening.

“I am warm. About ten degrees warmer than a Cardassian. Our daughter is using me as a heating mat, that is the only reason she falls asleep better on me than you.” Garak’s eyes widened in understanding.

“She hasn’t decided that she loves you more simply because you carried her?” This caused Julian to roll his eyes.

“Of course not. She doesn’t understand any of that yet. She just knows that one of us is warmer than the other. That’s all.” Garak nodded and climbed into bed beside him, curling close so he could rest his hand again their daughters back, thumbing the little curls at the base of her skull.

“I bet I could make a jacket or a robe that had a heating coil in it, then She would fall asleep on me.” He muttered o himself. Julian chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his beloveds head and settled into the cushions while his husband schemed.

[flayedprideparade]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Okay, so I probably published this at the worst possible time. 😂 Or maybe the best, if everyone's going to be talking about it? IDK. Anyway, chapter 3's up!

[glitterguts13]

Bonus for Sunday in labor with Gallagher’s child:

Sunday wakes up to shouting and goes to see Gallagher yelling and defending Sunday’s room door from an angry Gopher Wood while Robin is crying and pleading for them to calm down but also quietly getting Sunday a suitcase to safely get him out, apologizing to him for not knowing.

Gallagher looks ready to tear into Gopher and Robin is trying to reason for them to not cause anything for someone to call the cops.

Gallagher tells Sunday in a calm tone to wait in the car where he’ll be in a safe distance.

(Gallagher rescues Sunday.)

The sound is muffled at first, as if Sunday had his head held under water. His fingers twitch, a deep ache blooming from his core down between his legs. He feels disgusting, with blurry eyes struggling to focus on the room around him. Shifting, the dried blood and fluid against his thighs and legs makes a sickening sticky sound.

Naked, cold, and still feeling the hot burn of untreated wounds, Sunday struggles to get his thoughts in order. No, this wasn't another of Gopher's "lessons", something else had happened-

A loud bang on his bedroom door shocks Sunday out of his stupor.

Baby.

His baby.

Ignoring the way his body screams at him to stop, Sunday scrambles to his feet, barely having enough sense to pull on a robe before swinging his bedroom door open.

The first thing he sees is the broad expanse of a very tall, muscular man's back. He can't see anything else, in fact, just that body blocking his doorway.

"Sunday, come here this instant." his skin crawls, reflex kicking in, a hand being placed onto the man's back to push him out of the way.

"He doesn't have to do a goddamn thing you say."

Gallagher.

Sunday feels sick, dizzy, his head swimming as he struggles to piece together what was happening.

Gallagher was here, in his house.

How?

"Sunday!" he feels gentle fingers wrap around his arm, unfocused eyes landing on Robin. She squeezes his hand, something bundled and squirming cradled in her arms.

"I'm sorry, brother, I am so sorry," tears are dripping down her pale cheeks, smearing the makeup she'd been wearing the night before, "I didn't know what to do, I didn't...I didn't know." she pushes the infant into his arms, and Sunday reflexively cradles the newborn.

His baby.

Robin found them.

"Sunday, if you don't let me handle this situation, I'm going to-"

"Call the cops?" Gallagher snorts, rolling his eyes, "Go right ahead. 'M sure they'd love to see all the evidence my team has dug up on your little "investment' schemes."

Gopher chokes on his words for the first time, and while Sunday can't see his face, he's certain the man's face is beet red from rage. Robin is pushing him gently, careful to keep behind Gallagher as the trio shuffles along to the front door.

"I have a bag packed for you," she whispers, letting Gallagher's booming voice cover hers, "I'll try and get your other belongs out as well...You need to go to a hospital, ok?" he's too numb to say a word, fresh blood trickling between his legs, his newborn snuffling indignantly against his chest.

"Sunday," Gallagher's tone softens, and it catches the young man's ears like a song, "Go wait in the car. I'll be out there in just a bit, ok?" baby in one arm, a suitcase pressed into his other hand, Sunday stumbles out the front door, trembling as Gopher continued to shout threats behind him.