#third baby

[mohawk-art]

CW: Trans Pregnancy (Implied)

A third baby? 👀 Don't blame me...blame Logan. 🫣

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

I might not have been paying attention but what happened to the third baby during the switch?

Hiya! :) It is explained in the book (which I very much recommend! :)). If you want to read the book and find out then stop reading now ❤.

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In the book there is more about The Them and we find out that Tadfield as another gang lead by the boy 'Greasy Johnson', the gang is called the Johnsonites. We find out that Greasy Johnson is actually the third baby :). And there are some greats passages about the metaphors for The Them vs the Johnsonites / Hell vs. Heaven :):

"I dunno," said Pepper. "I mean, it wouldn't be so interesting without ole Greasy Johnson and his gang. When you think about it. We've had a lot of fun with ole Greasy Johnson and the Johnsonites. We'd probably have to find some other gang or something."

"Seems to me," said Wensleydale, "that if you asked people in Lower Tadfield, they'd say they'd be better off without the Johnsonites or the Them."

Even Adam looked shocked at this. Wensleydale went on stoically: "The old folks' club would. An' Picky. An'—"

"But we're the good ones . . ." Brian began. He hesitated. "Well, all right," he said, "but I bet they'd think it'd be a jolly sight less interestin' if we all weren't here."

"Yes," said Wensleydale. "That's what I mean."

"People round here don't want us or the Johnsonites," he went on morosely, "the way they're always goin' on about us just riding our bikes or skateboarding on their pavements and making too much noise and stuff. It's like the man said in the history books. A plaque on both your houses."

This met with silence.

"One of those blue ones," said Brian, eventually, "saying 'Adam Young Lived Here,' or somethin'?"

Normally an opening like this could lead to five minutes' rambling discussion when the Them were in the mood, but Adam felt that this was not the time.

"What you're all sayin'," he summed up, in his best chairman tones, "is that it wouldn't be any good at all if the Greasy Johnsonites beat the Them or the other way round?"

"That's right," said Pepper. "Because," she added, "if we beat them, we'd have to be our own deadly enemies. It'd be me an' Adam against Brian an' Wensley," She sat back. "Everyone needs a Greasy Johnson," she said.

"Yeah," said Adam. "That's what I thought. It's no good anyone winning. That's what I thought." He stared at Dog, or through Dog.

"Seems simple enough to me," said Wensleydale, sitting back. "I don't see why it's taken thousands of years to sort out."

And then on the airfield :):

"I just don't see why everyone and everything has to be burned up and everything," Adam said. "Millions of fish an' whales an' trees an', an' sheep and stuff. An' not even for anything important. Jus' to see who's got the best gang. It's like us an' the Johnsonites. But even if you win, you can't really beat the other side, because you don't really want to. I mean, not for good. You'll just start all over again. You'll just keep on sending people like these two," he pointed to Crowley and Aziraphale, "to mess people around. It's hard enough bein' people as it is, without other people coming and messin' you around."

Crowley turned to Aziraphale.

"Johnsonites?" he whispered.

The angel shrugged. "Early breakaway sect, I think," he said. "Sort of Gnostics. Like the Ophites." His forehead wrinkled. "Or were they the Sethites? No, I'm thinking of the Collyridians. Oh dear. I'm sorry, there were hundreds of them, it's so hard to keep track."

[queenallipics]

Leading Lines

[wishing-on-angels]

6 February 2020

I seem to only really post updates around the times of my appointments.

My next appointment is tomorrow at 1pm, which means that I'll end up seeing the doc around 2pm. (There's always a long wait.) Tomorrow we get to see the baby again! Depending on how far along the baby is measuring- should be between 8 weeks 6 days and 9 weeks 2 days- I'll hopefully be able to have the blood test done tomorrow to find out the gender. If the baby is measuring more like 9+weeks then I'm pretty sure they'll do it. With having two previous miscarriages and being super impatient, I want to know as soon as I can!

Everyone in my family is convinced that the baby is a girl. I have this gut feeling that it's a girl, but I really want a boy. My husband wants a girl. Honestly, we'll be happy as long as the baby is healthy!

Also, this is very important: this is as long as I've ever carried. So this feels like a really good thing. I'm very hopeful!

[gingerstorm101]

Day at the Beach

“Are we there yet?”

Sammie’s voice came from the back seat of the car, still too young to sit in the front seat with her brother. “No.” Jackson says from the driver’s seat, his eyes meeting hers in the rear view mirror. “Not yet, another fifteen minutes or so.”

“Why did we have to go to the farthest beach from home? Widewater Beach is closer and we’ve been there a thousand times.” The little girl says, placing her bookmark in her novel.

The man smirks. “Exactly, it’s time for a change in scenery.” He pauses, now serious. ” We need a few days to make new memories. By getting out of the house and to Virginia Beach, we will do just that.”

Sammie sighs, throwing her head back. “Fine. I don’t see how having fun without Mom and Dad is going to make this day any better.”

“They need their rest, Sammie.”

Jackson glances back from the road to his much younger sister, watching as she rolls her head to look out the window. With their parents having her at such an late stage in their lives, Dana and Mulder couldn’t keep up with the energetic seven years old. Last week, their mother had suggested that Jackson take his sister out for the day to give the two some time to rest and catch up on sleep. Sibling bonding time was just a bonus.

Waking them up at 5 this morning, waking the girl up and getting her ready didn’t help all that much.

“Are we there yet?”

He smirks.

***

“Okay sis, do you want to get changed first or eat-” His sentence was interrupted by the seven year old running past him towards the water.

“You can’t catch me!” He scoffs and closes the door before sprinting after her. The chase didn’t last long. With his height giving him the extra mileage, he caught up fast. She laughs as he catches up to her, chancing a look behind her as his large steps were nearly on her. Next thing she knows, he’s swooping her up into his arms. Her squeals fills the air. “No!” He swings her over his shoulder, spinning around once before heading back to the car.

“Now, what was I saying?” He chuckles.

“Something about eating.” She giggles, kicking her feet as she swings back and forth.

“Do you want to eat before we go swimming? We have been in the car all day long as I heard you complaining the entire way here.” He dodges her wild feet.

She doesn’t answer him until she is swung around and back on her feet in front of the car. “Let’s get some food, I’m starved!”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Yours for not stopping at Wawa’s this morning.”

“I told you to eat breakfast this morning.”

“At 6am? Not a chance!” Sammie shot back, her hands on her hips.

Jackson takes a moment to look over his baby sister. He sees Dana so much in the little girl.  Mulder was in there too, but as Dana had mentioned many times, he was the one who got most of his father’s genetics, especially in looks. Still, the little redhead shares his stubbornness as well as many other traits.

Grabbing his swim suit and handing Sammie hers, he directs the girl towards the changing stalls. “I’ll meet you out here, then we can get some chow.”

“Ok dude!”

“Nothing too big! It’s only 9. We would have been here sooner if it wasn’t for the traffic.”

“You know, Jackson, most restaurants don’t open until 11.”

“Then maybe we can find a cafe somewhere around here.” He replies. The girl sticks out her tongue at her brother before walking into the girls’ room to change as he walks into the mens’ room.

He took his time getting changed but ends up waiting for her anyway.  Moments pass before she walks out, ready for a day at the beach in her swimsuit, cover up, sunglasses, and floppy hat.

“You ready?”

***

“Better now?”

Sammie nodded, munching happily on her bagel and peach juice. “For now.” She girl smirks up at him. “Until lunch.” She adds, walking beside her brother as they head to the car. Together they pull out the the beach equipement and towels, the girl carrying as little as possible. “Do you think they’re awake?” She asks, her arms full of the towels and the bag of beach toys as they step onto the hot sand.

Jackson doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes, but that doesn’t give you permission to harass them. We took this day to give them a break; you texting them will not help with that.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, almost tripping over a large stick. “No fair, why did they have to be so old when they had me?”

The man swallows hard. How could he explain to his baby sister that he was the reason his mother became pregnant with her? He experimented on unfertilized chicken eggs as a teen, creating life. His shared visions with the woman had told him that she had wanted another child, especially after giving up her first. From that moment he had drained his powers to give her what wanted: a baby to raise. If only he had been able to do such a thing a long time ago, when Dana and Mulder were so much younger, where Sammie didn’t have to wait patiently for her parents to catch up. But he was just a child at the time, he never knew.

“I don’t know Sammie, thing just work that way.” If his hands weren’t so full, he would pull the girl into a hug. “But I’m happy to have you, you’re the only sibling I ever had, and probably ever will have.”

Their eyes meet and Sammie smiles toothly up at him. “I’m happy I have you too, big brother. Even if you’re always working.”

They chose their spot in the sand, not too far away from the water’s edge but not in the middle of the crowd. Jackson set up the umbrella and chairs while Sammie places her supplies on her chair. With their area set up, the girl steps out of her flip flops and runs into the water.

“Sammie!” He calls, taking his phone out of his pocket and hiding it among their gear. He watches as she plays around the edge of the water, not going in deep. He takes a minute to make sure everything is safe before he heads after her. “Don’t go running off like that!” He says to her when he finally catches up, his toes cold at the touch of the water. “Didn’t mom ever tell you to not go running into the water without an adult with you?”

“Well yeah,” She says knowingly. “But I knew you were going to be right behind me.”

Seven, He sighs to himself. The know-it-all age; can she get any more sassy?

***

“Get it! Get it!” Jackson calls from a few metres away, watching as the volleyball lands out of her reach. “Almost!”

“I’m not as tall as you are!” The young girl shouts back, half swimming to the white ball. “You have a better chance of getting the ball than me!” She grabs it and hits it back towards the man. The ball falls out of reach for Jackson, which he suspects is purposeful. He centers his energy and pushes his body through the water, closer to the ball. “Hey! No cheating!”

He hits it back to her, missaiming and having it fall to her right, only a few feet out of her reach. His jaw drops as he watches her dive for it. Before him, she flies five feet through the water, reaching the ball just in time, hitting it and tossing it back to him. Too in shock, he lets the ball land in the water beside him.

“Sammie! Did you just do what I think you did?”

She just stares at him, not moving from her spot in the water. “You mean, I did that?” He nods in return, grabbing the ball and wades towards her. He has to talk to her in private.

Practically hovering over her, he bends down to whisper in her ear. “You did.” He pauses, watching the wonder grow on her face. “How long have things been… different?”

She shrugs. “A while I guess.” She doesn’t meet his eye. “I didn’t want to worry Mama and Daddy.” He sighs, looking down at her, trying to catch her eye, after a moment, he does. “I didn’t want them to think I was an experiment like you.” Her eyes shift. He grabs hold of her hand and pulls her towards the beach.

“We aren’t here to talk about me, Samantha.” She glares at him, offended at her full name. He pulls his chair up in front of hers, having her sit down in her seat. “Sammie, they would want to keep you safe. I want to keep you safe. You should have mentioned this to us sooner.”

She sits back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest. “I know, Jackson.” She was silent for a few minutes, though it felt like longer. “When did you first start showing your powers?” She finally asks.

Jackson hmm’d and ha’d for a moment before he finally answers. “Dana says I was only nine months old when I first started to move my mobile. But from my memory? For as long as I can remember.”

Sammie was about to say something else when a strange woman came up to them. “Excuse me sweetheart, but is this man bothering you?”

She was in too much of a shock to say anything, her mouth gaping open. Jackson butt in instead. “Excuse me, we are having a private conversation.”

The words from the woman shocks the both of them. “Shut it sicko, I wasn’t talking to you.” Sammie looks back and forth between the determined expression of the woman and and the shock on her brother’s. “I saw you talking to this little girl in the water and dragging her out.” She turns to the little girl. “Are you alright? Where are your mommy and daddy?”

Jackson could tell that Sammie has had enough of this crazy woman. Her expression hardens. “Mama and Daddy are at home. My big brother Jackson brought me to the beach so they could rest.”

The woman’s mouth gaps open. “Big brother?”

“Yeah,” He finally jumps in. “Big brother. Ever heard of a bonus child? Same parents, many years apart. Large age gap.”

“Very large age gap.” Sammie inputs, smiling at him.

The woman steps back. “Oh, I-I’m sorry. I just thought you were another creep going after an innocent little girl.” She pauses. “You know, you don’t look anything alike.”

Jackson smirks. “We know. Now, if you please, my sister and I were have a private conversation, and we don’t want anyone intruding.”

“Ye-yes, sorry.” She stumbles on her feet. “Sorry.” And with that, she is gone.

“Y’know, Jackson.” Sammie smirks back up at him. “You didn’t have to scare her like that.”

“She accused me me of being a pedophile!”

“You did grab me.”

The laugh escaping her lips was infectious and he couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t wait to tell their parents.

***

Jackson delivers their meal to their spot on the beach. When he returns, Sammie is starting a sand castle in front of their beach chairs. “Lunch!”

The girl looks up to him, a smile plastered on her face. “Finally! What took so long?” She got up, brushing the sand off of her hands, doing her best to get every grain of sand off.

“Well, excuse me. It’s not my fault that everyone on the beach is currently at the same restaurant, getting the exact same thing.” Sitting in his chair, he hands the hot dog meal over to his little sister. “Don’t tell Dana I fed you this, she just might kill me.” Sammie snorts before giggling.

“Probably.” She says before she takes a big bite of her lunch.

Jackson watches his sister before he takes a bite of his own fries, this was definitely a good day.

When she finishes her lunch ten minutes later, she gives him her sneaky grin and takes off toward the waves again. Jackson sighs, downs the rest of his fries easily, and chases after her. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A great big thanks to @dana-katherine-sculder for being my wonderful co-writer and for dressing Sammie in such adorable clothing! It was suppose to be a short little drabble, but 5 pages is way past that. XD I hope you enjoyed this!

[mjax1]

Space

Our bodies begin to make room the minute we conceive. From the very start the walls thicken and day by day, slowly, we have to make room. My hips and lower back already feel the weight of a heavy uterus. I am constantly aware now that there is a whole nother life in me, taking up space. I know as this baby grows it will take up more and more space. Expanding and stretching and growing and becoming. This baby is technically our fifth, our hopeful "here on Earth" third. Every day that I do not see the bright crimson when I go to wipe is a miracle.

As s/he grows, I wonder how different our lives will be. How before I even know it, s/he will take up space on the outside. I wonder if his/her older brother will want to share me...and if their older sister will ever leave them alone. The family dynamic will change, there's no doubt about that.

For now I lay on my side. Feeling my weight fall forward, feeling this tiny human taking up space. Pushing its way up and around. I am so glad that we decided to allow this space. I am so glad.

[sugarmoonbabies-blog]

Guysssss they let me go home! 😁 I thought I made a post on Monday but I guess I was thinking of Facebook, that or tumblr ate it. I had an ultrasound before I left, Nugget was almost 5 lbs and my cervical length was still pretty long so my doctor let me go. I have to go back for an ultrasound and an appointment with him on Wednesday. If contractions become regular or if I have more bleeding than usual I have to back asap of course. It feels so awesome to be home. I slept for 12 hours last night and didn't wake up feeling my back and pelvis were about to break. I still have to take it easy and Andrew has been so good to help me with everything. The kids have been stuck to me like glue. I feel like a mom again. I'm so beyond grateful. Thank you God ❤️

[sugarmoonbabies-blog]

So I did get transferred. I got here at 7 yesterday evening. My doctor here wants me here until I'm 34 weeks because of my history and being an hour away from a hospital equipped to deliver. Before I left the big hospital yesterday I was given an ultrasound, where a friable cervix was confirmed, instead of what they initially thought was a small placental abruption. Nugget is an estimated 3 lbs 10 oz and everything with him looks perfect. So now it's just trying to keep him cooking as long as possible. My cervical length was 2.6, with no funnelling so that's reassuring for now. This hospital sucks in comparison to the one I left though as far as food and showers go, but I'm trying not to dwell on it. Andrews bringing the kids to see me soon 😁