#pregnancy!fic

[365daysofmchart]

Sundays and the In-Betweens

Prompt I by @dianefuckinglockhart​: McHart AU, Diane is pregnant

Part I, Chapter I: Sleepless

[alwaysadeangirl]

A New Life

Just a little kinda funny prompt I couldn’t help doing. Feedback is always welcome. As always thank you so much to my awesome beta @mysaintsasinner your encouragement and feedback is always amazing! All my fics are also going up on AO3 even ho currently i only have 2.For now. This is my favourite obsession. Come have a look I’m missmaree88 or come say hi on twitter @leahwood1488. Feel free to hit me up in you want to be tagged. Thank you lovelies!!

Prompt- @supernaturalimagine Imagine Dean being terrified when you tell him you’re going in to labour.

DeanxReader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Some explicit language, Pregnancy!fic, Best friend Sam, Funny, Some Fluff

Sprawled out on the long couch that had just been added to the man cave, or the Dean cave as you lovingly nicknamed it, was about the only place you could get comfortable these days. You had on a loose pair of sweatpants and a worn AC/DC shirt that you had stolen from your boyfriend, and were laying back on a cushion with a bowl of popcorn balanced precariously on your protruding belly while trying to pay attention to Predator on the tv screen. You had been feeling sick all day but had put it down to the baby girl in your tummy since there was only 2 weeks left in your pregnancy.

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain shoot across your stomach. Man, maybe that popcorn wasn’t such a great idea. After setting down the bowl you slowly stood trying to stretch out your back. Hopefully your daughter would hurry up because all you could feel now was discomfort and a longing for it to be over so you could hold your child. Hmmm maybe you could con Dean into rubbing your back in a hot shower.

You slowly wandered over to turn off the tv and headed out to the bunker’s kitchen in search of a cold glass of water. You had to stop a couple of times to rub at your back cursing the uncomfortable knots. After finally reaching the kitchen and gulping down 2 full glasses of water you felt another sharp pain in your stomach.

Holy shit is this the beginning of labour!  

You waddled steadily into the war room to search for a laptop since you didn’t feel like walking all the way back to your’s and Dean’s room to get your one. Sitting at the long table you spotted Sam hunched over a pile of books, laptop open beside them.

“Hey Sam? Can you do me a solid and look something up for me...without telling Dean?”

He eyed you warily since you know he hated hiding things from his brother about you but he was your best friend. Didn’t that count for something, especially since you were possibly on your way to exploding with his niece? He sighed and turned towards his screen.

“Sure Y/N but you are not getting involved with research again. You need to relax.”

You smiled softly at him. You had been hunting and living with the Winchesters for five years now and had been with Dean for three. Sam had helped you through those hard times before you eventually nutted up to tell Dean how you felt. He had always had your back, even when you were panicked that Dean would completely flip his lid about you being pregnant.

Dean always wore a condom since you both knew what it was like to be raised in this life, but a very drunken and rather rough night of sex had resulted in you discovering you were pregnant. Who knew those fuckers actually did break outside of some cheesy rom com! It was Sam that convinced you to sit down and tell Dean about the baby and promise you that no matter what happened you would never be alone in this. But even though Dean had been shocked and scared of how to raise a baby not only in the life of hunting but also a bunker, he had assured you that he loved you and wanted nothing more than to be with you and your child. You shook yourself out of your memories and focused once again on the moose sitting in front of you.

“Don’t worry Sammy I don’t want to do research. I kinda need you to look up that page you found last month about the beginning stages of labour…”

It took a second for Sam to register what you had said but then he turned to you with his big goofy grin.

“Really?! Is it time?! We gotta get Dean.”

“No not until I know for sure. I don’t wanna give him a heart attack until I’m positive.”

As soon as the words left your mouth you felt another sharp pain in your stomach. This one was stronger and lasted a little bit longer than the last and caused you to lean forward on the table. You gripped the edge and took a couple of deep breaths until it subsided.

“DEAN!”

The beautiful, older Winchester came sprinting into the room less than a minute after hearing you scream his name. Thank Chuck for hunter instincts. He found you sitting back in a chair lightly running your hand across your belly with an excited yet slightly scared look on your face.

“Your gonna be a daddy a little earlier than we thought.”

“Holy Shit! Do we need your hospital bag? What about towels? Are we even gonna make it to the hospital on time!?”

Dean’s face was pale and you could see him breathing faster like he was starting to panic. You rolled your eyes and looked straight at Sam with a smirk on your face.

“I got this” you huffed out as you made your way over to your boyfriend.

You gently rubbed his back while guiding him over to the chair you had just gotten out of.

“Breathe babe. Just breathe. Labour has just started and she isn’t about the poke her head out just yet.”

Those words were all it took for Sam to double over laughing, clutching his sides like he couldn’t breathe.

“You’re the one in labour! How on earth does it work out to be you calming him down!”

That seemed to be enough to snap Dean out of his panic attack and he turned to focus those gorgeous forest green eyes on you.

“Oh shit Y/N sit down” he said before jumping up and backing you slowly into the chair.

Another burst of pain hit you and you immediately stood and started pacing, absently rubbing your back again. Dean was immediately at your side pushing your hands out of the way to rub soothing circles into the tense muscles. Maybe that warm shower was a good idea after all.

“Sam?” you called quietly. “Did you pull up that page yet?”

After a few minutes of listening to the sounds of the keyboard clacking you were finally shown the website in question.

Every woman is different.

Some experience nausea.

Dull aching in the back.

Cramps.

Labour can last anywhere from hours to days!

What was that crap! Days you could be like this! Yep it was seriously looking like this was it. The final stretch. Hopefully it would be hours and not days.

After a slight amount of panicking on your end you got Dean to help you into a warm shower to help soothe your muscles. In this moment you were very thankful of the amazing water pressure the Men of Letters had installed.

You all spent the afternoon monitoring the contractions and trying to keep your mind off the pains that were slowly getting stronger and closer together. Finally at around six o’clock you couldn’t take anymore.

You only just managed to stand up as yet another contraction overtook you. They had gotten to be steadily staying at only seven minutes apart and you were angrier than a hellhound who had been kicked in the face. You groaned in pain trying to focus on Dean’s voice gently guiding you to breathe, rubbing once more at your aching back since of course you had to get labour pain in your fucking back too. You turned to glare at Dean.

“You and your stupidly pretty cock” you growled at him.

You heard Sam muffle a laugh somewhere behind you.

“Don’t test me Gigantor” you spat at him.

Suddenly you felt a slow leak run down your leg. Well fuck there goes my waters. Looks like putting off the hospital was no longer an option.

“Babe you gotta get me out to the car, it’s time to head for the hospital. Sam can you get my bag and some towels. My waters just broke and i know your brother does not want any baby juices on his Baby.”

The look on Dean’s face at that last comment was almost enough to make this whole thing worth it for now.

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[whoinwhoville]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Broadchurch Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alec Hardy/Rose Tyler Characters: Alec Hardy, Rose Tyler Additional Tags: pregnancy!fic, Flu, happy bloody valentine's day, UST, married, Fluff Series: Part 5 of ClosedVerse, Part 2 of Whoville's Follower Milestone Celebration Summary:

It's one week after that Bloody Valentine's Day, and Rose has passed the flu along to Alec. Talk about a mini-break gone wrong.

Written for @pipertennant, winner of the Alec x Rose ficlet for my Follower Milestone fic drawing. Her prompt was Getaway Gone Wrong

Rose startled as Alec sneezed, drawn-out and thunderous.

“I can not bloody believe this.” Alec flopped back onto the pillow. A scattering of toxic tissues littered the floor next to the bed where he’d missed the little bin.

Rose sat on the edge of the mattress and smoothed his fever-droopy hair off of his forehead. “I’m so, so sorry. I feel responsible. I gave this bug to you.”

“Stop that. You’re not responsible.” He smirked, and then groaned.

She withdrew her hand and sighed. “You know what I mean, Alec. Don’t be a prat.”

“Sorry. I’m not mad at you.” Alec took her hand and kissed it. “At least I can’t give it back to you.”

“I really wish Torchwood had the antidote for this one. Sorry to say this, but it’s going to get a lot worse before you start to feel better.”

“Well you had better tell them to get of their arses and get working on that antidote yesterday. You seem to have some pull over there.” Alec cracked a smile even though his eyes were closed.

Rose crawled over him to the other side of the bed. She punched the fluffy the goose-down pillow and propped herself against the elegant, carved headboard. “This room is amazing. Didn’t know about this place. You did good, DI Hotty.”

“Yeah, and I can’t enjoy it. No moonlight beach walks. No 99s. Bloody flu. Bloody non-cancelation policy at the hotel. I want to go home, Rose.” He coughed, and then wheezed, and then coughed again.

“You’re too sick to go home. You can get pampered here. Order room service, soak in that huge tub, watch all the telly you want.”

“You know I hate telly. Bloody waste of time.”

“Just saying…” She crossed her arms and pursed her lips. “Not like there’s anything else you can be doing right now. You couldn’t be at work anyway, so how is it wasting time?”

He harrumphed and flopped onto his side, facing away from her.

“Alec, can’t you even try to rest? I know you feel wretched, but don’t take it out on me.”

“You took it out on me when you had the flu!”

“Oh, so we’re gonna do this, then? Tit for tat? Even Steven? A bit juvenile, if you ask me.” Rose sighed hard and closed her eyes. It was her turn to sigh.

They were both quiet for a while, and the room was silent until Rose started to flip through the room service menu.

“Want something to eat?”

“Soup. And hot tea. And both will be rubbish. Too much salt in the soup. And no one makes tea as good as you.”

Rose half smiled. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me since you spiked that fever.”

Alec again rolled on to his side, but this time he faced his wife. “I’m being a bastard.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. But you aren’t very pleasant to be around right now. If you weren’t honestly sick, I’d say you had Man Flu.”

“There is no such thing as Man Flu.”

“Sorry. That was rude. But I’m trying my best to make this easier for you, DI. I really am.”

“I know.” He coughed and then groaned. “I wanted to make up for the shoddy Valentine’s Day. You had flu. I didn’t get you anything. I—“

“Alec, don’t. You didn’t have to do this you know, book this mini-break. I never thought of this as trying to make up for Valentine’s Day.”

He was quiet.

“There wasn’t anything to make up for. I liked our Valentine’s Day. Jammie Dodgers and curry? Near the top of my list of favourite things. The only bad part was the flu bit.”

He nodded gingerly, eyes closed. “So not a do-over, then. But this is the truth. I did it because I wanted to do something nice for my lovely wife who puts up with my moods and irritation and complaints on a daily basis.”

Rose kissed his cheek and stretched out next to him. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.

He threaded his fingers through her soft hair and let out an exhausted sigh.

“What would be doing right now if you didn’t have a fever of 102?” Rose asked against his chest.

He pondered for a moment. “It’s almost eight, so right about now, we are being seated for dinner. Candle light. Champagne. Strawberries dipped in real chocolate, not the chalky fake kind.”

“Oi! Are you ever going to give that a rest? That was the first and last time I ever bought that.”

“I’ll never stop teasing you about that.”

She laughed quietly. “What next?”

“And after dinner, there we will be dancing in the glass-domed conservatory.”

“What are you wearing?” she asked.

“There’s a dress code at the restaurant, so I’m in my nicest suit — nothing I ever wear to work. It’s the one I wore to our wedding.”

“Blue tie, or red?”

“Red.”

She hummed happily. “I like that one.”

“What are you wearing?” he asked.

“I am wearing that black cocktail dress that I wore to the Torchwood Christmas party.”

“Sexy. I like that dress because I can feel your back while we’re dancing. Can slip my hands under the fabric. And it’s got that low cut bit up front.”

“Knew you liked it.”

“What shoes?” he asked.

“You do have a thing for shoes, don’t you?”

“Heels show off your brilliant running legs.”

“Four inch stilettos. They get me closer to your lips.”

Alec scratched her scalp. “Cheeky. What colour are they?”

“Shiny red. The bloke who sold them to me said they made my legs look good.“

Alec quietly grunted, and Rose laughed quietly. “Jealous?”

“Always.”

“Don’t be. And these don’t hurt—“

He completed her thought. “They don’t hurt your feet. On the other hand, you won’t have to kick them off and play footsie under the table.“ Alec laughed, but it turned into a racking coughing spell.

“Oh, love. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this.” Rose lifted her head and looked at him with sad eyes.

He encouraged her to return her head to his chest. “After we dance for a while, we’ll go into the bar for a nightcap. I’ll have a glass of sparkling water with lime, and you can have whatever you want. You know what they say about too much drink and sexual performance for men.”

“I doubt you could ever have that particular problem,” Rose growled as she stroked the smattering of hair on his chest.

“But remember, I’ve already had Champagne. Don’t want to tempt fate. And I want to be in my right mind when I make love to you. Want to memorise every single curve and dimple and soft and warm delicious part of you.”

Rose breathed in and out. “Not fair. This is worse than sexting. Because you’re here, and we can’t do anything about it because you’ve got the flu. You’re a tease.”

He chuckled. “Always. Teasing pays off most of the time.”

She buried her face into his chest, and breathed in the scent of his soap, but grimaced a bit as he also smelt of sweat and flu. “I’m glad we came here. Even though you have the flu, it’s still brilliant to get away.”

“Been too long.”

“Let’s do this again? But when you’re not flat on your back with the flu.”

“A non-Valentine’s do-over do-over?”

“Exactly.” Rose hesitated for a minute. “We’d better get in all of the minibreaks that we can before October.”

“What’s happening in October?”

Rose paused to chew her lip. She stilled her hand. “I was going to wait until dinner tonight, but since we aren’t going to dinner…” Her voice trailed off.

“Sorry about dinner. Never been to a Michelin two star restaurant before.”

“Never mind. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should wait. You’re sick and this is important, and—“

“You’ve piqued my interest now. No going back. I could investigate. My powers of interrogation are nearly always successful.” He coughed again. “Care to confess before I begin what will certainly not be a pleasant process.”

“Usually your interrogations are extremely pleasant. I happen to know you brought your cuffs.”

“Always on duty. I don’t go anywhere without them.”

“How well I know. Came in handy in my storage room.”

“Stop stalling.”

Rose hesitated for a moment, and then rolled off of the bed. She padded across the thick carpet to her suitcase. After digging around a bit, she returned to the bed, but stood still as a statue, her face flushing. She breathed in and out a few times.

“Would you hurry it up woman?” Alec said it as strongly as he could in his weakened state.

“Sorry. I’m nervous. I don’t know what you’re going to think about this. It’s unexpected and frankly, I’m shocked because, well, it was supposed to be 99.9% effective.”

From behind her back, she produced a small parcel wrapped in light blue tissue. It was wrapped like a piece of sweet candy, each end tied with pink ribbon. She climbed onto the bed, and sat on her knees. Biting her lip, she held it out to him.

Alec’s eyes went wide. He sat up as well as he could before he took the package from her outstretched hand. One bow was released as he tugged the tail, and then the second fell free. Without tearing the paper, he unrolled the tissue.

“You’re…?” Alec pulled out a tiny pair of baby booties.

She nodded. “Pregnant. Yeah.” She picked at her fingernails and nodded. Her eyes began to glisten.

“And you’re upset?” he asked, voice small.

She shook her head, and bit back a smile. “Not hardly. I didn’t know what you’d think about it.”

With more strength than a man with the flu should have, he grabbed her hand and tugged her down to him. He peppered her face with kisses. “How could I ever be upset?” He kissed the top of her head, and placed his hand low on her back. “So when do you think it happened?”

“Hard to tell. You’re always jumping my bones,” she teased.

“I do not jump your bones. It’s not my fault you’re so incredibly irresistible.”

“I like to think it happened when we went on that walk in the snow to the gazebo.”

“You were shivering. It was my duty as a husband to warm you up.” He cleared his throat a few times, and then grabbed a tissue. “Clothes-on sex is hot.”

“Speaking of hot. We need to stop talking about this. I’m getting… hot.”

“Bloody flu.”

[jeeno2]

Sorry, I just saw you did the one I sent so here's another one 😊 Concilliabule

Concilliabule – A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.

Jyn x Cassian

——-

Even though the war has been over for years, Cassian’s body is still hard-wired to spring into immediate action at the sound of Jyn screaming.

There is little cause for either of them to scream anymore.  Thank the gods for that.  They both still have nightmares – of stormtroopers and planet-killing weapons.  Of Scarif.  He doubts those will ever leave them completely.  But aside from the night terrors that still plague them their lives are far easier than he ever dared dream they might be during the long, horrible time that came before peace.

Cassian’s fight-or-flight reflex, however – honed to a knife-sharp edge out of decades of necessity – is still there.  Simmering just below the surface.   

Never has he found it a more useless thing than he does now, as he listens, helplessly, to Jyn shouting and screaming with pain from their bedroom.

He would have been in there with her.  Should be in there with her, right now, to help her through this.  This whole situation, of course, is as much his doing as hers.  But ever the soldier, Cassian’s never quite understood how to handle problems that can’t be easily solved with the help of a good blaster.  Like an idiot, he began to panic as soon as things began to progress, pacing the floor and punching the walls of their bedroom and throwing things in an impotent rage every time Jyn so much as winced in pain.  

In the end, the medic suggested it might be in everyone’s best interest that Cassian leave the room and wait to be summoned.

The two assistants in the room had had to physically restrain him at the suggestion to keep him from assaulting the medic.  But in the end, Jyn shot him a look telling him, in no uncertain terms, that she wanted him to leave.  And so he left, terrified, fuming, his nerves in a raw tangle.

It’s almost dawn when the nurse finally comes to fetch him again.  His hair is a wreck from having pulled on it all night, and he’s practically worn a groove in the floor of their hut from his frenetic pacing.  He blinks at the nurse once, and then again, when she tells him the baby is here, before bolting from the room and into their small bedroom to meet their daughter.

—–

Jyn can see, right away, that the baby is her own mother’s spitting image – all brown hair and bright eyes and an expression so outraged, so indignant, it’s all Jyn can do not to fall to the floor in helpless gratitude.

“Jyn.”

Jyn looks up from their child’s small, bundled form, to find Cassian, standing at the door like a terrified fool, eyes wide and nervous and hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.  His voice is hoarse from all the shouting and carrying on he did last night while she, in this bed, did all the actual work.

She’d almost be angry with him, really, for having to be carted out of here like a crazed animal.  But she knows he has his own demons, just as she will always have hers.  And it’s not as though he really could have done anything, anyway, even if he’d been here. 

So instead of giving him the lecture she composed in her head while she was writhing and screaming in pain, she just nods.

Cassian swallows. “ Is everything…?”  He trails off.  Takes a deep breath. “The medic said everything was fine, but…?”  

I won’t believe you are all right until I hear it from you, his eyes tell her.

Before answering him, Jyn cradles their child closer.  She looks down at her. And then, for just a moment, the baby tiny eyelids flutter open.  In the length of time it takes a single heart to beat two times, Jyn shares a look with their daughter that’s so intimate – so private; so meant for just the two of them – that it feels, just for a moment, rather like they are co-conspirators to a plot only the two of them are meant to know and understand.  

Jyn’s heart clenches in her chest at the swell of emotion that rises up in her. And then, just like that, their baby’s eyes close again, and the moment passes.

She looks back to Cassian.  Her foolish, brave, incredible husband, who sacrificed so much and has asked for so little in return. “Everything’s fine,” she tells him.  She manages a crooked, tired smile.  “We’re okay.”   

Cassian’s face breaks into a grin so wide it looks like like it will split in two.  He breathes a sigh of enormous relief.  “Good,” he says.  He takes a tentative step towards the bed, and then another.  

Jyn pats the space next to her, wordlessly inviting him to join them.  He climbs into bed beside them both and gently, carefully, gathers mother and child into his arms.  

“Good.  That’s… that’s so good, Jyn.”

Jyn sighs, and snuggles close to his side, before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

—–

They name her Lyra, for Jyn’s mother.

As they raise her, Cassian and Jyn vow to each other, and to their child, that the sacrifices of the brave men and women who died so the galaxy could have peace will not be in vain.  And will always be remembered.

A new chapter, at last, has begun.

[jeeno2]

No. 1 and whatever pairing makes you happiest!

Oh my god – you’re in love with her (Cassian x Jyn)

———————-

Jyn thinks of lots of different ways to tell him.

This is something he’d wanted – that they’d both wanted, really – for so long.  Ever since the war finally ended and they realized, all at once, that they no longer had to be afraid.  

It was so long ago, their decision to do this, to just go for it, that in truth she’d almost forgotten all about it.  But last night, while Cassian was sleeping, she’d had a strange, indescribable feeling that something, deep inside of her, had changed in a permanent, fundamental way.

An hour later, she sat crouched in a small ball on their bathroom floor, shocked out of her wits, gripping the little test with the two pink lines on it tightly in her fist.  

And she continued to sit there, staring at it, until the suns rose.  

Does she still want this to happen to her?  To them?  For the first time in her life she feels safe, secure, happy.  She knows Cassian does as well.  

Now that it’s finally happening, she feels… confused.  

Either way, she supposes, there’s no denying that this is here, and it's real, and it's happening.

“I’m pregnant,” she tells him when he comes home the next afternoon.  Just like that.  Jyn’s never been one for ceremony or for mincing words.  In the end, she decides there’s no need to hide the news from him or to wrap it up in a pretty bow.

He’d been out all morning, chopping wood for their new fire-burning stove.  At her words the logs in his arms come crashing down to the floor.  He’s across the room in two long strides and he gathers her into his arms, picking her up off her feet and spinning her around and around, laughing and crying with giddy joy.

As he spins her, as he kisses her, she realizes this is everything she never knew she wanted during all of those horrible years -- the way Cassian looks at her right now and the safe, loved, cherished way he makes her feel whenever she looks back at him.

When Jyn feels the baby move for the first time her life divides, in a clean instant, into a before and an after.

The rational part of her brain knows this is normal.  That this is exactly what’s supposed to happen.  But rationality evaporates like dew in the morning sunlight with the first flutter flutter kickkickkick she feels not so much in her belly as in her very soul.  All at once, all of her old fears of death and abandonment come back, unbidden, crashing down on her in a torrent of blinding pain.

“I think I’m in love with you,“ she admits to their child, choking out the words on a quiet sob, standing on the stool in their new kitchen, as she rubs her hands over her swollen stomach.  She wills their unborn child to understand what she’s saying and what she isn’t.  "And gods, I’m terrified.“

That night she spends hours locked in the sorts of nightmares she hasn’t suffered from in years.  In her dreams she’s running again.  She’s killing and trying not to be killed.  She’s hanging on for dear life to that terrible ledge back in Scarif while Cassian falls to his death beside her, over and over again, as she looks on helplessly, powerless to save him.  

It takes Cassian hours that night to coax her awake and bring her back to the him in the present.

"What if we can't keep her safe?" she asks him, sobbing, tears streaming down her face.

He tightens his hold on her and kisses the top of her head.  "We can," he promises her.  He kisses her again, and again.  "We will."

The months pass quickly, and yet so slowly.  Jyn feels like she’s trapped in a horrific, sticky resin that makes all her movements sluggish and slow.  At the same time she’s also full of an uncontrollable, fidgety energy that makes sitting still impossible.

Jyn doesn’t think she could really describe it to anyone, how she feels.  So she doesn’t try.

She gets big, and bigger, and then bigger still in what feels like the blink of an eye.  She hates it, though she won’t admit that to Cassian, who still looks at her blossoming body every night like she hung the moon.  Her body is not truly her own anymore, and after years spent running and hiding and fighting for her life that’s something she’ll never get used to.

She still goes flying as often she can, trying to ignore how much harder it is now to wedge herself behind the control panel of her jet.  

About two years after their Lyra is born, the three of them are having a picnic together in the meadow near their home on Fest when their daughter says her first words.

“Dada! Mama!” she says, giggling and dancing and jumping around in that special way of hers. She has her smile, much to Cassian’s delight, and his bright brown eyes.  Lyra toddles over to them from where she’s been playing all afternoon, chubby arms outstretched, her sweet tiny fists crammed with wildflowers.

“Oh, Lyra  -- they’re beautiful!” Cassian exclaims, grinning from ear to ear, so besotted with their daughter it makes Jyn's heart ache.

“Oh, my god – you’re in love with her,” Jyn says, teasing her husband.  But her smile is as wideas his.  She takes the flowers from her little girl and brings them up to her nose.  “Lyra, darling– they smell wonderful.”

Lyra laughs, then, turning around and around in circles the way she does whenever she gets very excited.  It isn't long before her infectious energy brings Cassian, and then Jyn, to their feet as well.

They stay there for hours that day, dancing and playing together, and creating beautiful new memories until the twin suns set over the horizon.

[flannelplanet]

Sweetbetts finding out they are pregnant headcannon?

anon i love this so much. 

They’ve not exactly been trying, but they haven’t been not trying either. They’re just kind of letting nature take it’s course, ya know?

Betty hadn’t been feeling well, but it was winter time and the weather was awful. The flu was going around and it seemed worse than ever this year. Sweet Pea had been sick as hell, throwing up and unable to keep anything down for days, then Betty started. While Pea felt like he had been hit by a bus, Betty seemed to be fine, except the occasional nausea and vomiting.

“Babe,” Pea started, trying to remember the last time she’d mentioned good ole’ Aunt Flo, but he couldn’t remember. “When was your last rag?” 

Betty rolled her eyes at his outdated nickname for her period, but stopped to think about his question. She really couldn’t remember. Was it last month? The month prior? Her heart raced at the possibility.

She left Pea with the promise to get more soup and crackers from the store while she got her test. She grabbed the items for him as well as 3 pregnancy tests, because this wasn’t something she was willing to be unsure about.

She cashed out and headed home, finding Pea wrapped up in several blankets laying on the couch watching M*A*S*H re-runs. She left his items on the kitchen counter before grabbing her tests and heading towards the bathroom. 

She opened all three tests and peed on their little sticks, set the timer on her phone, and waited. She tried not to look at them until the timer had gone off, so she opened a book on her Kindle app to give her mind something else to concentrate on.

Before she knew it, her timer had dinged and she stood to look at the little plastic things that held the fate of her future. 

Before she could look at the results, though, Pea had burst through the door hurling his guts out into the toilet behind her. She couldn’t help but dry heave, hearing his own gross puking sounds, but was able to get it under control and look at the counter before Pea had finished wiping his face. 

Positive. All three tests. 

She let out a squeak and put her hands over her mouth, tears of joy mixed with fear welling in her eyes. “PEA! BABY! WE’RE GONNA BE PARENTS”

He stood on shaky legs, his expression mirroring her own. A single man tear rolled down his cheek as he hugged his girl. “Lemme brush my teeth and then I’m gonna kiss you so hard”

“No can do, Pea. Sorry. I definitely can’t catch your sick, now!”

He shook his head. Betty was right, of course. Instead, he brushed his teeth, then dropped to his knees, talking to his little nugget inside her belly. 

“I can’t wait to meet you, Little Monster!”

requests

[everlarkficquestions]

Is there any post-MJ fic where Katniss gets pregnant by accident before the 15 years, but she decides to keep the baby?

Here are a few:

All I Know - jlala 

YES/ Ready/ Now -  jlhumph

You’re Going To Be So Happy - sec982

[timepetalscollective]

TenRose + we're having a baby

Actually, my dear Nonny friend, this is a pretty major trope within the fandom (trust me I know). I’ve written a few myself. (Okay more than few, shh.) I even read a bit from an advance copy of an upcoming Ten x Rose baby!fic with more or less that idea (which I’m super duper excited for btw).

Ten x Rose pregnancy on AO3

Baby!Fic Recs galore! 

TPP’s baby!fic tag and rec list

@allegoricalrose‘s Ten x Rose baby!fic page and pregnant sex list

@veritascara‘s birth scene rec list

@lunaseemoony‘s Teninch Fic and Doctor/Rose baby!fic rec list (which still needs to be updated but it’s a start)

@dwficrec‘s pregnancy tag and baby!fic tag

@tardisbibliothek‘s pregnancy tag and baby!fic tag

But of course, my darling Nonny, as a good bit of the fandom is probably well aware by now, I will be the very last person to complain about any more baby!fics! I love them to pieces! :D But that should keep you busy for a while. ;) Thank you so much for the prompt! ^_^

~ Moony