more debbie/nolan/reader now that their reunion is on the cusp also i was gonna post for valentine's day but then my bitterness seeped in and i decided to not gaf. used another semi-colon, if u see it say hi <:)
MINORS DNI
i wasn't sure what to write but than inspiration struck in the form of a fucked-up nightmare (diy ivf with help from the gda :P) also this was longer but it started getting boring so yeah
cw// kidnapping. pregnancy, surrogacy, medical malpractice
"we want you to be our surrogate." debbie smiles at you, her hands clasped with nolan's. they stare at you and you stare back, wondering what reaction they wanted from you.
"well?" nolan's smile twitches.
"i..." you try to hide your disgust with an awkward smile, "i'm not really sure what to say."
"what?" nolan narrows his eyes.
you swallow your nerves, "this-" you gesture between yourself and the couple, "-arrangement has been fun and all, but i... i never signed up for anything permanent." debbie's face falls and you, nervously, watch as she squeezes nolan's hand. "i- i'm just not the mom-type, y'know? i can't really imagine getting pregnant or just being a mom!" you nervously ramble, trying to lighten the mood, but the couple continues to frown.
"(y/n)," debbie's voice is sharp, almost angry. "maybe we should talk about this again in private."
"i don't think i'll change my mind overnight." you nervously laugh, but they stare, unyielding.
"we'll have dinner at home tomorrow. you'll be there." nolan ends the conversation, waving down the waitress for the check.
"i can't."
their eyes snap to you, "what?" he grits his teeth, annoyed.
"i can't come to dinner tomorrow." you keep your face neutral, but wring your hands underneath the table, unable to hold back your anxiety.
debbie reaches over, "we have to talk about-"
"no, we don't actually. i'm not gonna change my mind, debbie. i'm sorry, but i won't." you grab your coat, standing. "i'll go pay my bill at the front." you look away for a second, unsure of how to politely leave. "i will text you... later."
you get dozens of calls from the couple as the days go by, but you don't respond. you don't particularly care, after all it wasn't supposed to be long-term, and what's the worst some suburban couple would do?
but it was at the grocery store when you felt it. the hairs on your neck stand as you feel something leering at you. looking around, you didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but your heart wouldn't stop racing. you had brushed it off at first, but the feeling never let up.
even in the comfort of your home, you had the sinking feeling you were being watched. you checked your cameras daily, hoping to ease your anxiety. every where you went, your nervous system was on edge, waiting for whatever was lurking after you. after a few weeks, your body was running completely on adrenaline. you sat in front of your tv, letting whatever was on numb your brain for a few moments of comfort.
however, you were quickly startled by rapid knocks at your door, "open the door, sweetheart." debbie's voice is soft as she calls for you. you quickly pause your show, keeping quiet.
"we know you're in there, (y/n)." nolan bangs on the door once, startling you. "don't bother pretending."
you get close to the door, leaning your forehead against the cool wood, "please leave."
you hear nolan start to respond, but debbie shushes him, "can we talk? just for a minute." you don't respond, thinking for a moment. "we miss you so much, sweetie." your heart clenches and in that moment, you let yourself falter.
you slowly open the door, "i'll call the cops if you guys do anything weird." the couple look at each other, slightly amused. nolan gives you a mocking nod, and you let them in. after all, what's the worst that can happen?
you keep your eyes on them, watching as debbie dumps pamphlets on your table and nolan plops down on a chair. "read these." debbie hands one over to you before sitting down next to nolan. he takes that moment to start organizing all of them. your eyes skim through, 'gestational surrogacy' 'IVF' 'no genetic relation'
"are you serious?" you toss the pamphlet back on the table, clenching your fists, "this? this is what you're here?" you let out a humorless laugh, could they be any more self-centered?
nolan's eyebrows furrowed, "(y/n)-"
"no. get the hell out of here."
debbie stands, reaching towards you, "it's because we love you! you're the only one we could trust to carry our baby." she gestures between the three of you.
you scoff, "fuck off."
nolan's eyes narrow, "(y/n), i don't want to do this the hard way."
"the hard way?" you can't help, but feel betrayed. after everything, he threatens you? "i can't believe you... i'm having the worst weeks of my life and-" you feel tears well up as reality hits you. you turn away, roughly wiping your face, "get out now or i'll call the cops."
"my sweet girl..." debbie's voice, racked with sorrow, almost turns you around. you hear her turn to nolan, "call cecil."
"already texted him." you turn around to see them in their own private world, like always.
fed up, you reach for your phone and nolan moves faster than you could process. "what the fuck-"
"since you don't want to listen, we got some help to make our little girl understand." his hand squeezes your wrist and you wince.
"what?" you try to pull your arm back, but his grip tightens.
debbie moves to your other side, hand cupping your cheek, "we want you to be involved, to be a part of our lives." her hand moves to your stomach, rubbing, "with our baby inside of you, you'll be a part of our family." a chill runs down your spine as an urge to vomit crawls up your throat.
"i- i already said-" you try to push away from them, but nolan wraps an arm around your waist, holding you in place.
"we know what you said, (y/n). we don't care." nolan presses a kiss to your temple. "cecil's here. could you get the door, babe?" you try to push him away and nolan snorts, "you're so cute when you're scared."
just as she gets to the door, a knock startles you. your nerves felt like ice, nothing made sense and his grip on you tightens, feeling your panic.
an old man walks through the door, a bored look on his face. he quirks an eyebrow, surveying the scene in front of him. you start to struggle, "please help me! please, sir, please help me!" you dig your nails into nolan's arm, but he doesn't flinch, only lifting you like a sack onto his shoulder. you kick your legs and arms, hoping to do some kind of damage.
your hear the stranger sigh, "jesus, nolan." you sob and nolan holds your legs down, "i told you i'd help you. all you had to do was wait a little longer."
"i ran out of patience."
"no shit." his voice borders on annoyance, but he relents with a sigh. "you should be very glad i got someone to disable her cameras."
debbie sighs, "thank you very much, cecil. now, about the-"
"yeah, yeah." cecil interrupts, "we have a gyno ready. so whenever you can get her to calm down..." at his words, you realize that silently struggling is not an option.
you scream, as loud as you possibly can, hoping to alert every single one of your neighbors. everyone around you sighs, tired. "(y/n)! stop making a scene!" debbie's face fills your view as she moved behind to nolan. she presses a hand against your mouth, trying to muffle the noise. "there's no point in screaming anymore." her voice is firm and you sob, "so please calm down, sweetheart." she wipes your tears as you calm down. "the three of us will be a family."
Summary: Ginny moves in with Jack and Robby. They do their best to navigate morning sickness. Robby's nerves are getting the better of him. The group takes a trip to the synagogue.
A/N: This chapter explores Robby's Judaism and how he leans on it during difficult times, times of panic. I want to shout out @insert-math-username and @mortalfaerie for helping me out and guiding me. I actually was able to learn a lot about Jewish culture while researching this chapter. I love it when hobbies teach us things!
Ginny moved into the house the next week. Jack and Robby had insisted on paying for the movers. Ginny didn’t think she had enough stuff to necessitate movers, but she wasn’t going to argue. Two things didn’t come with her to the house: her couch and her bed. Jack had insisted on getting her the nicest orthopedic bed. It was even heated.
“Ginny, I made pancakes.” Robby called from the kitchen. Ginny came padding into the kitchen in her sage green silk pajamas.
“You don’t have to feed me every meal.” She said, practically drooling at the sight of pancakes.
“Yes, I do. And I do it happily. Go sit down, I’ll bring it over.” He nodded to the dining table.
The front door closed with a hard slam as Jack came in. He shimmied his coat off and sat on the bench, taking his shoes and prosthetic off. He grabbed his crutches and made his way to the kitchen.
“You’re late. Rough shift?” Robby asked as he put a plate of food in front of Ginny.
“Just long.” Jack huffed as he plopped down next to her.
“You look exhausted. Want a face mask?” Ginny asked through a mouthful of pancakes.
“No, thanks.” Jack snorted.
“Suit yourself. They’re good for relaxing.” She shrugged.
“Did you always eat like that or is this the pregnancy?” Robby chuckled as he put a plate in front of Jack and himself.
“Pregnancy. I can’t get enough food in, I swear.” Ginny shoveled the pancakes in.
“Noted. We’ll make sure the kitchen is stocked.” Robby sipped his coffee.
“That’s just rude.” Ginny dropped her cutlery with a loud clang as she glared at Robby.
“What?” Robby looked at her, shocked.
“Coffee is my favorite thing in the world and I don’t get to have it. You're just rubbing it in my face.” She scoffed.
“She’s got a point. I’ve never met someone who drinks as much coffee as she does. Gives Shen a run for his money.” Jack smirked, playing with his breakfast.
“I won’t drink coffee in front of you, anymore. Okay? Fair?” Robby put his hands up.
“Yes. That’s only fair.” Ginny gave a curt nod as she started eating her fruit, munching on pineapple.
“Did you get that email from Gloria?” Jack asked.
“Yeah. I don’t know what she expects.” Robby sighed.
The men started chatting about work as they ate their breakfast. Ginny got very still. She put her fork down and sipped her water.
“Um…” Ginny’s hand sat on her belly, trying to will the feeling to go away.
“You okay?” Jack turned to face her, a hand on her shoulder.
“Nope!” She bolted from her seat and down the hall to the bathroom.
“Shit.” The two men jumped up and followed after her.
Ginny was hunched over the toilet, her breakfast being violently expelled from her body. Robby pulled her hair from her face, a gentle hand on her back. Once there was nothing left for her to heave, she sat back on her heels with a groan.
“Take it easy. Just sit there for a second.” Robby told her as he flushed the toilet.
“No more pineapple.” She whimpered.
“Heard. No pineapple.” Robby said as he handed her a warm washcloth to wipe her face.
“I thought you didn’t get morning sickness?” Jack said, leaning on the doorframe.
“I didn’t last time. But I read an article that the father’s DNA is the biggest contributor to morning sickness. So, this is one of you. This is your fault.” She hissed.
“Sorry. I’m really sorry.” Robby sighed.
“Are you going to look like a kicked puppy every time I have symptoms?” Ginny grumbled as she stood up.
“He probably will.” Jack nodded. “Mike, make the woman a cup of tea.”
“I hate tea.” Ginny groaned. She stomped over to the couch and collapsed into it.
“It’s ginger tea. It’ll settle your stomach.” Jack moved to sit on the opposite side of the couch. His crutches slid and crashed to the ground. He muttered to himself before he left them on the ground.
“How do you know that?” Ginny curled into a ball, desperate for the nausea to subside.
“My wife, Angela, drank a ton of it when she went through chemo.” Jack said as he scrolled through his phone.
“You can’t just drop information like that! Like it’s the weather report!” Ginny looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Sorry, I’m just used to it now. I forget that it’s a big deal to other people.” Jack said.
“You get used to it.” Robby handed her a mug of warm tea.
“Great.” She rolled her eyes. She sipped the tea and cringed at the taste.
“Bad?” Robby asked.
“Piss water. I want coffee.” She groaned.
“I want the other half of my leg back. We don’t always get what we want.” Jack smirked.
“No, but when this kid is born, I get to have coffee again.” She cocked an eyebrow.
“Touché.” Jack chuckled.
“Ya’ll are exhausting.” Ginny smiled, shaking her head.
“Where did that southern drawl come from?” Jack asked, massaging his residual limb.
“Grew up in Austin. Not much an accent, but a little one. We moved up here when I was fifteen. Dad was a teacher, got a job at UPitt. He works, or worked, in the computer science department.” Ginny sipped her tea with a scowl.
“When did he retire?” Robby asked.
“When he died of a heart attack in 2018.” Ginny said.
“Oh. I’m so sorry.” Robby’s face turned red.
“Didn’t you just yell at me for dropping information like that?” Jack cocked an eyebrow.
“Yes, but I have pregnant lady privileges. You don’t.” She smirked. “We weren’t close. He was…not great. Anyway, it was almost a decade ago.”
“What about your mom?” Robby sat in the armchair.
“She was a real estate agent. She is actually retired and still around. We talk on occasion. Best to keep it to short bursts with long breaks in between.” Ginny said.
“Do they know what you’re doing? Your family?” Jack asked.
“My sister does. I figured I might need her help at some point towards the end. I haven’t told Mom. She’s not homophobic, but she isn’t an ally. I’m honestly not sure how she’ll react. She was okay when it was for my sister, but she implied that she didn’t agree with any other situation. At any rate, she’s not your problem.” Ginny bit at the dry skin on her bottom lip.
“Your sister was okay with it?” Robby leaned forward.
“Oh yeah! She was thrilled! She’s always been a huge ally. She works for a nonprofit and works with the LGBTQ+ community a lot. She wants to meet you guys at some point. I told her after we’re all more settled in our dynamics.” Ginny said.
“We’d love to meet her.” Robby smiled.
“She’s…energetic.” Ginny's brows knitted together as she searched for the right words.
“If you’re saying that, I’m scared.” Jack huffed.
“You should be.” Ginny laughed.
“Is your family religious?” Robby asked, wringing his hands.
“Nope. Never went to church. Why?” Ginny sipped the tea and cringed again.
“Well, will they be okay with me being Jewish?” Robby cleared his throat.
“My sister won’t care outside of the fact that it’s important to you. My mother, who knows. You won’t have to meet her at any point. But it’s no one’s business but yours anyway.” Ginny shrugged.
“Just ask her, Mike. Stop beating around the bush.” Jack shook his head.
“Ask me what?” Ginny sat up.
“Well,” Robby sighed. “We’re going to have to tell everyone at work soon. Just for your safety and we’re fine with that. But I worry about tempting fate. My grandmother was more superstitious than I am. I’ve found myself leaning on her beliefs more as I get older. Anyway, there is a belief that we’re not supposed to tell anyone until after the fifth month. It tempts the evil eye.” Robby explained.
“I’m confused. You don’t want to tell work?” Ginny asked, tilting her head.
“No, we have to. I won’t put either of you at risk. But, if you’re okay with it, I wanted to bring you to be blessed. Not in front of the whole congregation, but just the three of us.” Robby’s face was red again.
“Oh.” Ginny wasn’t sure exactly what she was feeling. It wasn’t a situation she had ever been in.
“Only if you’re comfortable. I’m not trying to ‘make you Jewish’ or anything. I don’t even go to shul that often.”
“Um, I’ve never been asked to be blessed before. It’s just new for me.” Ginny said. “If it’ll make you feel more at ease, I’m okay with it. Will your Rabbi be okay with it? I mean, I’m not even sure I believe in anything. That seems like it might be an issue.”
“My Rabbi is pretty liberal. I emailed him about it already and he’s willing.” Robby said.
“Well, okay then. When do I get blessed? Sunday, or is it just whenever?” Ginny asked.
“We can go tomorrow. He has time set aside for things like this.” Robby smiled.
“Is there a dress code? I don’t know if I have a dress that isn’t a little bit slutty.” Ginny gasped.
“It doesn’t have to be a dress. Just respectable. Shoulders and knees covered.” Robby laughed.
“I think I can manage that.” Ginny sighed in relief. “Wow, my first blessing! That’s exciting!”
Ginny pulled at the sleeves of her green shirt. She wasn’t used to wearing long sleeves; she hated how they always bunched up in her armpits weird. Her black dress pants she only wore to job interviews, were already tight around her hips.
She stomped into the living room. She flopped her arms at her sides. Jack and Robby looked up from their phones and could see the tears starting to form in her eyes.
“You look nice.” Robby smiled.
“I fucking look like I’m going to work in an office! I wanted to look nice for your Rabbi and I just look like a receptionist!” Ginny whined.
“He’s not expecting you to dress up, Ginny. You look good.” Robby stood up and went to put a hand on her shoulder.
“You don’t look like a receptionist. You look…like you’re going to something important.” Jack tried to be helpful.
“Are you wearing that?” Ginny sniffled, looking at Jack.
Jack looked down at his black button-down and khakis. He had on his least offensive black tennis shoes.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?” He asked.
“You look like you’re going golfing, not going to a blessing.” Ginny scoffed.
“I’m okay with that.” Jack shrugged, getting up and walking out of the room.
“You don’t have to be nervous about this. It’ll be over in five minutes. You look good.” Robby tried to ease your nerves.
“I hate this shirt. It’s already too tight.” She huffed, smoothing her shirt down. There was a barely noticeable curve to her belly.
“Whoa.” Robby took in a sharp breath.
“What? It is too tight, I knew it!” Ginny groaned.
“No. It’s fine. I just…I didn’t think we’d see it so soon.” Robby cleared his throat.
“I started showing early last time, too. Something about how my abdomen is built or something. I wasn’t listening.” Ginny shrugged. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”
They walked up to the imposing building. It’s large stone facade and stain glass windows made Ginny shiver. She had been dragged to church once by a childhood friend and she had felt like an imposter. There was something about places of worship that made her feel like there was something wrong with her and everyone knew it.
“Rabbi Levy can be a little excitable. He gets familiar with people fast. Just as a heads up.” Robby said as he opened the door.
“Not sure what that means.” Ginny narrowed her eyes at him.
“He’s just very friendly, but not creepy. He’ll probably hug you. You can tell him no if you want; he’s not easily offended.” Robby guided them through the building. It was stunning and imposing. There was something warm about it that Ginny liked.
“Dr. Robinavitch, it’s been a while.” A woman at a desk looked at Robby over the top of her glasses, judging him just a little.
“Hello, Rachel.” Robby sighed. “I was here-”
“Pesach. That was quite some time ago.” She tutted as she wrote something down.
“She hates you.” Ginny whispered, fighting back a giggle.
“She hates everyone.” Robby grumbled.
“I see you brought your husband.” Rachel lightened up at the sight of Jack.
“Nice to see you again, Mrs. Cohen.” Jack smiled.
“You look good, Dr. Abbot. Are you eating okay? You look thin.” She looked him up and down.
“I eat plenty, promise.” Jack nodded, shooting a smirk at Robby.
“What was that about her hating everyone?” Ginny cocked an eyebrow.
“And who is this little mouse that likes to whisper not so quietly?” Rachel’s eyes landed on Ginny, and she suddenly felt like she was a kid in the principal’s office again.
“This is Ginny. She’s our surrogate.” Robby said. Rachel’s face softened, and she stood up with her hands in the air.
“Oh! That is wonderful!” She came around and pulled Ginny into a quick hug. “Be-sha'ah tovah!”
“Um…thank you.” Ginny smiled.
“It means at a good hour. It’s to wish that this baby arrives when they’re supposed to.” Rachel explained.
“Oh! That is nice, thank you. Though, that should be more for them than me.” Ginny said.
“You deserve the blessing, too.” Rachel gave Ginny’s hands a squeeze. “What can I do for you, Dr. Robinavitch?”
“We have an appointment with the Rabbi.” Robby watched the stern look reappear on Rachel’s face as she went back to her schedule on her desk.
“So, it would seem.” Rachel nodded, flicking through the planner. “I will see if he’s ready.” She disappeared into the office behind her.
“Dude, what did you do to her?” Ginny chuckled.
“One time…I laughed at her nephew’s bar mitzvah when he mispronounced a word and it sounded like…a less-than-kind word for the female anatomy.” Robby pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Wow. How old were you?” Ginny giggled.
“It was like five years ago. I was tired, I had just worked a full week of 12s. I was sleep deprived.” Robby shook his head.
“Well, I hate you a little now, too. Shame on you, Michael.” Ginny mocked outrage.
“It doesn’t help that she thinks Jack is hot after he saved a kid from choking at our wedding. I look like a disappointment next to him.” Robby growled.
The door opened and Rachel came out, her face still set in that disappointed scowl.
“He’s ready for you.” She nodded.
“Thank you, Rachel.” Robby smiled, trying his best not to be on her bad side any more than he already was.
The office was warm, Ginny was worried she’d sweat through her shirt by the end of the appointment. She was surprised to see the Rabbi’s desk was messy and full of papers and books. There was a large leather couch opposite the desk.
“Michael!” A smiling man with a long beard came around the desk and pulled Robby into a quick hug.
“Thank you for seeing us, Rabbi Levy. I really appreciate it.” Robby said.
“Well, you never ask for private meetings. I figured it must be very important.” Rabbi Levy gave Robby’s arm a pat. “Jack! Good to see you!”
“You too, Rabbi.” Jack nodded.
“And this must be your new family. I’m Rabbi Levy. It’s so nice to meet you.” Rabbie Levy put out his hand for Ginny.
“You as well.” She shook his hand with a smile.
“You have a very kind smile. That’s a good thing, very good. Her energy is what you two need.” Rabbi Levy turned to Robby and Jack.
“Don’t let her polite behavior fool you. She’s a spitfire.” Jack snorted.
“Oh? Are you a troublemaker?” Rabbi Levy crossed his arms.
“Only a little. Just enough to keep it fun.” Ginny winked.
“Ha!” Rabbi Levy cackled. “Oh, that baby is going to run rings around you two.”
“I am well aware.” Robby sighed.
“Sit down, let’s talk. I must say, this isn’t something that I’m asked to do often.” Rabbi Levy sat in the chair next to the couch.
“Do you not have surrogates in here very much?” Ginny asked.
“Not often. Even more rare to be asked to pray with one.” Rabbi Levy nodded.
“Rabbis don’t bless people in the way priests do. This isn’t exactly a regular thing that happens in general.” Robby explained.
“But we do pray with our congregation. We’ll pray today. But first, I want to know you more.” The Rabbi got up and grabbed his thermos, pouring coffee into his mug.
“Oh, we just got off on a really bad foot, Rabbi.” Ginny sighed.
“We did? I thought it was going so well!” Rabbi Levy looked at her, confused.
“She’s a bit of a coffee fiend. It’s off limits at the moment.” Jack snickered from his spot on the couch.
“I see. My apologies. I’ll get rid of the offending beverage.” The Rabbi laughed as he poured the coffee back into the thermos.
“Sorry, that’s just the hardest one to give up for me. I basically run on the stuff. Robby is making me drink tea.” Ginny grumbled.
“Tea can be good.” Rabbi Levy said.
“It’s no coffee.” Ginny countered.
“Very true.” The Rabbi laughed. “Michael mentioned you aren’t religious. I find it interesting that you would be so willing to be here.”
“Well, I wasn’t raised in any sort of church. My family isn’t religious. I’ve never really known or cared about religion. I had friends growing up who were religious, and I cared so far as it was important to them, and I wanted to be supportive. Anyway, this isn’t my baby. It’s theirs. Robby’s Judaism is important to him, and this is his baby. If he wants to pray for his baby, why would I deny him that right?” Ginny could see the light go off in the Rabbi’s eyes as he realized who he was talking to.
“Michael told me that you’ve given this gift before.”
“My sister can’t have children. I helped her and her husband have a baby.”
“This is a great mitzvah that you’re doing. Most people wouldn’t be so willing to sacrifice so much of themselves.” The Rabbi watched Ginny with fascination, like he was studying her.
“I’m a nurse. I’m used to sacrificing myself for strangers. It’s a nice change to sacrifice for people I know.” Ginny smiled.
“Well, I think you two are very lucky to have found this young woman. She’s quite an incredible person.” The Rabbi smiled.
“We know.” Robby and Jack looked at Ginny with such admiration that it made her embarrassed.
“Now, onto Michael. You want to pray because you’re nervous? Has it been a difficult pregnancy?” Rabbi Levy shifted to look at Robby.
“Not so far, no. But we’ll need to disclose the pregnancy before five months. It makes me worried that we’re tempting fate.” Robby cleared his throat.
“There is no law stating you have to wait. It’s more of a superstition.” Rabbi Levy reminded him.
“I know. But…something in my gut is telling me that we should do this.” Robby’s hands were in tight fists, his knuckles white. Jack reached over and took one of his fists in his hand.
“I’m never one to argue with anyone’s gut, least of all yours.” Rabbi Levy stood and walked over in front of Ginny. “Stand up for me.”
Ginny looked over to Robby before hesitantly getting to her feet. She nervously pulled at her shirt.
“I don’t bite. No need to be nervous. You weren’t a second ago.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, but you remind me of my middle school principal, and he hated me.” Ginny gave a nervous chuckle.
“Did you do something to warrant that?” Rabbi Levy raised his eyebrow.
“…maybe.” Ginny shrugged.
“Well, you aren’t in trouble today.” Rabbi Levy chuckled. “May I?” He gestured to her belly.
“Oh. Yes, sure.” She nodded.
The Rabbi put his hand on her belly. He gave her a warm smile.
“Michael, on your feet. I assume you haven’t forgotten Tehillim one.” Rabbi Levy said.
“Um, no. I remember most of it, at least.” Robby cleared his throat as he stood next to Ginny and the Rabbi.
“We’ll muddle through.” Rabbi Levy winked at Ginny.
She watched as they closed their eyes and started praying in Hebrew. She couldn’t understand the words, but the cadence and the rhythm moved her. The way the two men rocked and swayed with the words had her tearing up.
“And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.” Rabbi Levy stopped and looked up at Ginny.
“There’s more to it than that, but you get the gist.” Rabbi Levy winked at her.
“That was beautiful.” Her voice was quiet, delicate in a way the two men hadn’t heard from her.
“A beautiful prayer for a beautiful future.” Rabbi Levy nodded.
“Thank you for taking the time today, Rabbi Levy.” Robby sighed, looking like a weight had been lifted.
“All you need is to ask.” Rabbi Levy gave him a pat on the shoulder.
The three walked out of the office a little lighter. Robby looked like he was about to skip out of the building.
“What do you want for lunch- what’s wrong?” Robby turned to find Ginny crying.
“I’m fine!” She cried. She threw her arms around Robby’s neck and pulled him into a tight hug.
“Easy, you’re okay.” He told her, holding her steady.
“Thank you. That was…thank you.” She sobbed.
“Thank you for letting me do this.” Robby felt himself getting emotional.
“If you don’t get out of this office and feed that poor woman, I’ll be very cross with you Robinavitch,” Rachel said without looking up from her work.
“Yes, Mrs. Cohen.” Robby chuckled. “Come on, I can’t have anymore strikes against me.”
“Can I have Taco Bell?” Ginny sniffled.
“Fine.” Robby sighed.
“She’s pregnant. Let her have Taco Bell, Mike.” Jack reprimanded.
“It’s a lot of sodium.” Robby grumbled.
“I know how much sodium is in it, I’m a medical professional too!” Ginny scoffed.
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@clydesfavoritegirl SO, I HAVE BEEN WRACKING MY BRAIN ABOUT THIS AND I HAVE A WIERD THOT ABOUT IT.
So, little fun facts about Sara, I have had a baby (she’s five now), I breastfed for about a year (very hard to keep up), and I have also donated my eggs for other people to have babies in the future. All of this mentioned above is not easy to accomplish and requires patience and willpower to do.
Any way you have a child is valid no matter which avenue you are given in life. If you want kids by all means have them, if you don’t that’s totally and completely fine. If you want to use formula to feed them, do it queen all the power to you, the same goes for breastfeeding. Adoption is just as important as shooting baby out yourself and surrogates are true angels in my eyes. I had not considered this lactation thing until I did research on it, because I really wanted to know if it was possible to accomplish, and it is.
Upon my research I saw that it takes months and months of hormone therapy to produce milk without being pregnant and even then, doctors prescribe it for couples adopting and or trying surrogacy for new babies coming into the family. SO, that being said, I can twist this into maybe Clyde and yourself looking at adopting or using a surrogate for a child, and you want to try to breastfeed them because you want to bond with your new baby. And of course Clyde is ALL about it because anything that makes you happy and comfortable!
PLEASE INDULGE MY THOTS ON OUR SOUTHERN BELL CLYDE AND HIS INEVITABLE LACTATION KINK....
**I’m gonna put warnings on here because it mentions some heavy stuff (plz don’t read if you are triggered by any of this): Infertility, hormone therapy, angst, depression, adoption, and surrogacy**
“Baby girl?” Clyde calls from the living room, his nose deep in the baby books you both had purchased over the months of trying to start your big happy family, fumbling though his phone at the same time.
“What’s goin’ on big bear?” you chime, busy fixing yourself up in the mirror after a relaxing shower to wash the sex from your skin after a session with big daddy.
Adjusting you hair, wincing as you lifted your arms, “Jesus,” groaning out, feeling the soreness from your heaving breasts as they felt like concrete on your chest.
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Ever since you'd begun the injections and pills, your body was hating life. The raging hormone cocktails running through your bloodstream causing every single emotion to emit from your body at once.
You’d be happy and cheery one second, followed by crying in your shared bed under the sheets in the fetal position, and finally raging about the fact that the TV was turned too damn loud in the other room, when it all actuality it was the same level you’d always kept it at.
No matter the tears and agony, Clyde and yourself took all of this one day at a time, just as you had when you found out that children may not be a possibility when it came to the old fashion way of doin’ it. The pain was so hard to bear that day. You cried and cried, locking yourself away from the world as you cursed whomever was in charge of your fate, feeling like less of a woman the more the days droned on.
It took a few months for you to smile again, Clyde painstakingly trying to solve your problems with everything under the sun, reading books, catering to your needs, holding you when you sobbed yourself to sleep over your vacancy.
Cradling you when you felt like less of a person for not being able to accomplish one simple thing you’d both hoped for in the future. He’d hush your tears away, forcing you into him as he felt you shudder during the night, silent tears falling from his face as he prayed for some kind of sign or solution to all of this.
Then it all fell into place one day. Clyde was working his ass off during the nights, leaving you to stew about things at home, which inevitably led you to the internet.
You looked up all kinds of solutions, message boards talking about infertility, therapies, injections, adoption, and surrogacy. All of them possible in your eyes if it played out like it had for the folks at the various agencies you’d looked up. Finally, a glimmer of hope in this shit-storm of uncertainty, as you glanced over the testimonials and pictures of various families, so happy with their children healthy and happy.
“This is it,” you had muttered under your breath, a flutter from deep in your stomach causing tears to well up in your eyes as you thought about Clyde and you taking home a sweet new addition.
You’d brought it up to him immediately upon entering the house at and ungodly hour, to which you were scolded by your big bear after you’d made your sales pitch to him.
“I think it sounds perfect baby girl,” he cooed as you both laid in bed that night, caressing your sweat sheened skin after a good punishing from his cock, “if ya want ta do it, m’ happy with anything ya want,” whispering as he felt you sink into him to relax for the first time in months.
“I jus’ wanna make ya happy to big bear,” kissing his thick chest as you inhaled his musk, “I think this is the way we can have that family we want,” ghosting your lips up his sternum as he sighed into your touch.
“Mhmm,” he embraced you further, “I’ll adopt as many babies as ya want honey. Yer jus’ gonna be the best momma regardless,” hearing your light cries in the quiet of the darkened bedroom.
“T-thank you big bear,” you strained out, still hiding in his neck as the tears spilled, “I can’t wait ta make ya a real daddy finally,” gripping the back of his neck as you fell into another chorus of cries.
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“What’s up?” your v-neck t-shirt straining on your heaving tits, the bra you’d picked certainly not fitting you as the days went on and on.
“I think I found the pump ya were wantin’,” he gulped, seeing the peaches poking through your top half as you bent forward to look at the contraption he’d found.
“Oh ya!” you jumped slightly, your tits bouncing in a ripple at your excitement, causing Clyde to salivate at the sight.
“Thank ya big bear!” jumping into his lap as you pulled him to you, kissing his cheeks as he buried his face in your pillows, running his thick hands over your sweatpants.
“A-anythin’ fer ma baby girl,” he panted, burying his prominent nose deeper into your rock hard tits, “Gah damn yer so juicy darlin’,” lifting his head to place pecks all over the tops of them.
“Ya like ma milky titties baby?” biting your lip as he started sucking a mark over the soft skin, “ya wanna taste a mama’s milk?” cooing in his ear as he moaned into his make out session with your chest, rubbing his head to press it further in the valley of them.
“Ya think they’re finally full baby girl?” he glanced up, his eyes glimmering with love and lust in the same gaze. You pet his precious face, the hopeful look only making this more special as he’d been helping you with your injections since you’d gotten the go ahead from the doctor and the agency.
“I think so daddy,” feeling them tense up at your words, the soreness pulsing all the way to both nipples as you tried to avoid making faces in front of him. He helped you remove your fresh top, exposing your lacy bra, the skin popping out with colored veins, gravid from the fullness of them.
“Fuck me,” he drooled, reaching behind to undo the clasp, eyes widening even further when he saw them perked up out of their hiding spot. The nipples taut and ready for his lips to suck on at his leisure.
“Ya look so damn perty baby girl,” raising his hand to grip the skin, feeling how heavy they were on your chest, “ya want daddy ta see if they’re ready ta go?” practically begging as he ran a thumb over the sensitive nipple.
You reared your head back at the slight touches he made, “please daddy,” whining as he watched you fall apart from his motions, “suck on my tits big bear,” shoving your chest closer to his waiting mouth as he inhaled deep, a growl brewing as he went to latch his pink lips on your areola.
“Mother fuck!” you cried out, the pleasure releasing from your throat as he sealed himself on your tit, massaging the sore skin as he coaxed the sweet liquid to fall from it.
He vacuum sealed his lips, sucking lightly at first, feeling you writhe and find the back of his to grip his mane, pushing him further into your warm skin.
“O-oh g-god baby,” you moaned out, feeling a burning feeling build in your boob that felt both uncomfortable and welcoming as he sped up his jaw on your nipple.
“Mhmmmm,” he whined out, feeling the body temperature liquid seep from your tit, coating the insides of his mouth in a warm embrace as he sucked more and more.
Just then, you felt your other tit release a trickle of fluid, the stream of white beautiful in contrast to your skin as you glanced down in awe and pleasure. The cement block feeling escaping as Clyde sucked down your sweet nectar.
“Oh f-fuck d-daddy,” you gasped, a mixture of elation leaving your body, “I-I’m l-leakin’,” you winced out, feeling Clyde let up on your boob, picking his head up to reveal a white sheen covering his lips and part of his mustache.
“That ya are darlin’,” he eyes completely dilated as he looked over at your stream sliding down the underside of your neglected tit, making its way down your stomach in a perfect line, “yer doin’ such a good job baby girl.”
Gripping the other tit in his large hand, coaxing the nipple into his mouth sucking your sweetness down in a frenzy. Your hand massaging the back of his head as you arched your back into his motions, feeling a huge relief as he emptied your other aching tit.
He lifted his head in a gasp, wiping his mouth from the mess he’d made, watching as your sultry eyes bored into him. The both of you panting and elated at the hard work it had taken to accomplish this huge step.
“Ya perfect, baby girl,” inching his lips to yours as you tasted your milk in his mouth, sighing into his tongue wrapping around yours.
He pulled away for a moment, the noticeable bulge in his jeans ever present as he fulfilled his fantasies he’d had since he’d met you, “I don’t think m’ gonna be able ta keep up with these tits though as much as I’d like ta suck on ‘em fer every damn meal,” giggling as he lowered his mouth to your neck, sucking more marks on the skin as you mewled under him.
“Don’t worry big bear,” you purred, gripping his hair again, arching yourself into his lips, “ya can help me when I get that pump we saw,” feeling him smirk under your neck at the prospect of him watching that show.
“But fer now,” you lifted him by the ears to gaze into his precious eyes, “I think mama needs ta take care a daddy,” gesturing to his now tented erection.
“Please mama,” he begged, watching you get up from your spot to curl and index finger as you backed into your bedroom again for round two.
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God I hope I did this ask alright for you honey! Thank you for sending it in so I could learn something from it, as well as indulge in this juicy Clyde thot!
Summary: Jack and Robby have decided to use a surrogate to expand their family. Robby has been dragging his feet in picking someone, no one has felt right. Enter Ginny Coil. She is exactly what they're looking for.
TW: Pregnancy, surrogacy, medical procedures
A/N: I've been poking at this one for a minute. I need to let it be in the world. I know that some people have strong opinions on surrogacy, which is understandable. I've always thought surrogates are incredible people. I saw a few posts about people wanting something this, so here you go!
“Did you look at those files I put on your desk?” Jack asked, looking at Robby over his computer.
“I did.” Robby sighed.
“What could possibly be wrong with them?” Jack groaned.
“They just…don’t feel right.” Robby couldn’t put it into words what he was looking for, he just knew those files weren’t correct.
“What are you two arguing about?” Dana looked between them.
“He’s dragging his feet on picking the surrogate.” Jack hissed.
“I didn’t know you two were getting a surrogate.” Dana’s brows shot up.
“We were supposed to be keeping it quiet.” Robby shot Jack an unamused look.
“It’s Dana.” Jack scoffed.
“What was wrong with the surrogate?” Dana asked.
“They just don’t feel right. I don’t know.” Robby was annoyed with himself.
“You guys are looking for surrogates?” Ginny Coil, one of the night shift nurses, piped in.
“Um, yes,” Robby said, his face going red.
“Keep it to yourself,” Jack warned.
“Who am I going to tell?” Ginny chuckled. “I think that’s great.”
“It would be, if we actually made progress with anything.” Jack sighed.
“Well, it’s hard. I get it. It was a long conversation when my sister asked me. She had been looking at all these people, and they didn’t feel right; she wasn’t sure she wanted family. It’s weird.” Ginny shrugged.
“You were a surrogate?” Dana asked.
“Yeah. About two years ago. My sister has endometriosis, and it made it pretty much impossible for her to conceive. I offered before she asked.” Ginny nodded.
“That’s very noble of you.” Dana said.
“It was really interesting. I enjoyed it. I’d do it again.” She shrugged.
“Really?” Robby asked.
“Um…yeah.” Ginny looked at him with curious eyes. “I was pretty good at being pregnant. Why not give that to someone who could use it?”
“Mike.” Jack could see the wheels turning. “Let’s talk bef-”
“Would you do it for us?” Robby blurted out.
“Michael, don’t put her on the spot like that. It’s inappropriate.” Jack growled.
“It’s okay.” Ginny gave a nervous laugh. “Um, we’d need to sit down and have a very frank discussion before I agreed to anything.”
“Of course! No, we would have contracts written up and make sure you felt safe. But hypothetically, you’d be okay with it?” Robby asked.
“Hypothetically, yes.” Ginny smiled.
“You’re full of surprises, Robinavitch.” Jack shook his head.
“That’s why you married me.” Robby smiled.
The house was spotless. Jack couldn’t remember the last time it had been so clean. They weren’t pigs by any means, but they were tired and didn’t have anyone to impress. He watched as Robby lit every candle they owned. It was starting to make him worried about a house fire.
“Relax. She knows us. Well, she knows me.” Jack finally got up and put a stop to Robby’s buzzing.
“If she doesn’t think the house is nice, she might think we aren’t ready.” Robby sighed.
“I don’t think the medical journals being in a pile on the coffee table is going to be a deal breaker for her.” Jack chuckled.
The doorbell rang and Robby jumped. Jack shook his head as he went to answer it. Ginny was standing outside with a big smile and a tray of drinks.
“I brought coffee!” She beamed.
“You didn’t need to do that.” Jack said as he took the tray from her and ushered her inside.
“I know, but I figured this was going to start out really awkward, and it’s slightly better to have something to do with your hands.” She shrugged her jacket off, hanging it up and kicking her boots off.
“How did you know our orders?” Robby asked, looking at the cups.
“Dana knew. Honestly, I figured you two drank black coffee. I’m glad I texted her. Who would have thought Robby is a mocha guy!” Ginny chuckled.
“He’s got a sweet tooth,” Jack smirked.
“Come on in, have a seat.” Robby guided her to the living room.
“It’s so bright in here.” Ginny looked around, surprised.
“What were you expecting? A dungeon?” Jack flopped onto the couch.
“Kind of.” Ginny nodded, sitting in the armchair facing the windows. “My place is a dungeon. I like it dark.”
“You did always give me a witchy vibe.” Jack laughed.
“Glad to hear it.” Ginny smiled.
“Okay, should we just get into it?” Robby cleared his throat as he sat next to Jack.
“Sure, if you’re ready.” Ginny nodded, sipping her coffee.
“I guess you know more about how this works than we do. We’ve never done this before.” Robby gave a nervous chuckle.
“Well, it was a little different because it was my sister. But essentially, we discuss what we want. Lawyers write up contracts and then we have a baby. It’s not too difficult.” Ginny said.
“Oh yeah, not complicated.” Jack snorted.
“So, what do you want?” Ginny sat forward.
“Um, I guess we just want to know about you a little bit. Health history, family history, whatever you’re willing to tell us.” Robby said.
“Okay. I’m healthy as a horse. No major illnesses. Had my tonsils out as a kid, no other surgeries. I get my bloodwork done annually. Nothing runs in the family that I’m aware of. I do have a bad knee, but that’s from an intern ramming a gurney into it a while back.” Ginny rambled.
“How did the last pregnancy go?” Jack asked.
“Fine. We did one round of artificial insemination, and it took. I had a fairly smooth pregnancy. I didn’t even have morning sickness.”
“And the birth?” Robby asked.
“Outside of being ridiculously long, very average.” Ginny nodded.
“How long?” Jack sipped his drink.
“Start to finish, about forty hours.” Ginny sighed. Jack choked on his coffee.
“Jesus.” He coughed.
“Yeah, I wasn’t happy about that. But it went well. I tend to not take to anesthesia well, just doesn’t work on me, because of that, I opted for no epidural. I figured it would just fail and then I’d be cranky and stuck in bed.” Ginny said.
“You labored for forty hours unmedicated!?” Jack looked at her like she was an alien.
“Well, it wasn’t easy, but yeah. If we went forward with this, I’d do the same thing.” She nodded.
“I feel like you deserve a medal or something.” Jack scoffed.
“How would you feel about us being there for the birth?” Robby asked.
“Oh, I assumed you would be. You’re both doctors; I’m a nurse. None of this is anything we haven’t seen. I wouldn’t want to deprive you of watching your baby being born either. It’s up to you how involved you want to be.”
“How involved were your sister and brother-in-law?” Jack asked.
“Very. We sat down and came up with a birth plan together. They were there for every second. They were great partners through it.” She said.
“Would you want us to do that? Be your birthing partners?” Jack put his coffee down; the conversation was getting serious.
“I would need someone to be my partner. It’s not easy, labor and delivery. I got a little discouraged at the end. I need support, especially at the end. It would make sense for it to be you two. But if that’s not something you want, my sister would be willing to help.” Ginny watched the two men think. They seemed to be able to communicate without speaking.
“I think we’d like to be your support, if you’re okay with it. We’re very aware that what we are asking of you is…immense. If we can be supportive in anyway, we’d like to be.” Robby smiled.
“That’s good to hear.” Ginny smiled back. “Who will be the donor?”
“Oh. Um, we were just going to…”Robby’s face turned red.
“Mix it up and see what happens?” Ginny chuckled. “That’s fine.”
“You’re very at ease with all of this.” Jack noted.
“Well, my life only really changes for a year or so. Your life is changed forever.” Ginny shrugged.
“I guess I never thought about that.” Robby hummed.
“I have a few questions, if that’s alright.” Ginny put her coffee down and sat up straight.
“Yes, of course.” They both nodded.
“Good, I was going to ask them anyway.” She smirked. “I’d like to know how your mothers’ pregnancies were, if that’s information you can get.”
“Um, well, my mother never mentioned anything. But she wasn’t very…talkative. She died some time ago. I can’t really get that information for you.” Robby cleared his throat.
“That’s okay. I kind of figured. Jack?”
“My mother is still around. I can have her give you the details. Though, she never seemed to have any problems. I remember her last pregnancy moderately well. I don’t think she was sick, but you women like to keep that shit close to your chest.” Jack said.
“Really? You women?” You cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh, come on.” Jack sighed.
“Adding get Jack a book on feminism to my to-do list.” Ginny mumbled.
“You’re already running our lives.” Jack scoffed.
“Yeah, well, if we do this, that is how it will be. I’m not a super needy person, but I do expect to be taken care of.” Ginny crossed her arms.
“Yes, of course.” Robby nodded vigorously.
“Thoughts on breastfeeding?” Ginny took out a notebook and started writing.
“Um, I think it’s preferred. But if you aren’t comfortable, bottle-fed is more than okay.” Robby had a nervous energy about him that Ginny wasn’t used to seeing. It was endearing, but a little annoying.
“I breastfed my sister’s baby for a while before I had to get back to my life. I’m willing to. This is all dependent on how my body reacts. Things could be wildly different this time, so I might not be able to at all.”
“We just want you to be comfortable. Whatever you need to do, we’ll figure out how to make it happen.” Jack put a hand on Robby’s jumping knee.
“Last question I have today, would you want people to know? I mean, we all work together. People will have questions.” Ginny closed the book and put it in her bag.
“I’m not ashamed about anything. I don’t care if anyone knows.” Jack shrugged.
“I think once we talk to HR and pass the first trimester, it’s fine. If you’re okay with it, that is.” There was a part of Robby that didn’t want anyone involved that didn’t have to be. He wasn’t sure where it came from, the need to keep his circle small and protected, but it was fierce.
“Oh, I don’t mind. A little gossip never bothered me.” Ginny shrugged.
“I guess the next step is lawyers. Do you have one?” Jack asked.
“Yep. I got one when I did this with my sister. Not that I don’t trust her, but it helps keep everyone on the same page and relaxed. At least, that’s what I think.” Ginny said.
“So, you want to move forward with this?” Robby asked, the nervous energy vibrated off of him.
“I’m in if you are.” Ginny smiled, the look of excitement that overcame both men making her warm.
“I…wow. Um, that’s great!” Robby laughed. “I didn’t think we’d get this far today.”
“I’m not difficult to work with.” Ginny chuckled. “I’m happy to be able to help.”
“Help seems like such a small word for what you’re giving us.” Robby’s eyes watered.
“You’re giving us so much, truly. Thank you.” Jack stood up, offering his hand to shake.
“Oh, I think we’re beyond that, Jack.” Ginny pulled him into a tight hug.
“Didn’t want to assume.” He held her tight.
“Well, considering in the not-so-distant future I’m going to get ya’ll’s sperm injected into me, I think we can hug.”
“Oh my god.” Jack let go, his face red. Ginny giggled.
“So easy to embarrass for an army medic.” Ginny gave his shoulder a playful punch.
“You play too much.” Jack shook his head.
Robby’s hulking frame enveloped Ginny entirely as he hugged her. They hadn’t ever really interacted, but she always admired his dedication to his team and the department as a whole. He was warmer than she thought.
“You better get used to this. When I had my sister’s baby, I got really touchy-feely.” Ginny said, letting go to gather her things.
“Noted.” Jack sighed.
“We’ll have our lawyer call yours, and they can get those contracts written up.” Robby cleared his throat, trying to hide the emotion.
“Sounds good. Let me know if you have any other questions. I’ll see you at work.” Ginny waved as she trotted out the door.
The house fell quiet. The air was softer, gentler. Robby and Jack looked at each other, the energy shifted to something electric and buzzing.
“I think we’re going to have a baby.” Robby whispered, afraid to say it too loud and break whatever spell he was sure had been cast.
“I think we are.” Jack pulled him down into a slow kiss.
No one likes lawyers. They take their time with things that are important. They stick their noses into places they don’t belong and cheat. It took longer than anyone would have liked for the contracts to get written up. Ginny’s lawyer kept trying to get her to ask for more money, but she wasn’t interested. Eventually, they had it all settled and the lawyers were sent away. The date for the insemination arrived quicker than Robby and Jack had anticipated.
“If you don’t stop fidgeting, I’m going to start throwing things at you.” Ginny whispered to Robby as they sat in the waiting room.
“Sorry. Just nervous.” He cleared his throat.
“I don’t know why. I’m the one getting things shoved into their vagina.” She rolled her eyes. Jack snorted on the other side of her as he flipped through one of the magazines left out for patients.
“Coil?” A nurse called into the waiting room.
“Yep!” Ginny stood up. Robby grabbed her bag and coat as they followed after her.
The exam room was cold. Ginny kept her socks on. She hated cold toes. Robby and Jack stood on either side of the exam table like her own personal sentinels. The knock at the door broke the tension threatening to choke them.
“Good morning, Ginny!” The doctor came in. A woman in her forties with a kind smile and red-framed glasses pulled a stool up to the end of the table.
“Good to see you, Dr. Frahm.” Ginny smiled.
“You too. I don’t usually get repeat surrogate customers. It’s nice to see.” Dr. Frahm said.
“Well, I got a good uterus. Might as well put it to use.” Ginny laughed.
“You always had an interesting mindset.” Dr. Frahm chuckled as she went over the chart in her hands.
“I like to keep it interesting.”
“Mission accomplished.” Jack snorted.
“These must be Dad. Dr. Frahm, nice to meet you.” She shook their hands.
“Fair warning, they are both ER doctors. So, they might get weird.” Ginny rolled her eyes.
“Understood.” Dr. Frahm went a little stiff, realizing she was in for a long appointment. “Any questions before we get started?”
“I’m good. I remember how this goes.” Ginny nodded.
“We’re good. Did the research before we came in.” Jack nodded.
“Alright,” A knock at the door tore Dr. Frahm’s attention. A nurse brought in a tray of supplies. “Perfect timing. Thank you, Melissa.”
“Let’s get this show going.” Ginny fell back onto the table.
Dr. Frahm pulled out the stirrups and put Ginny’s feet in them. She snapped on her gloves and prepared the equipment.
“We don’t have to be in here for this, if you’re uncomfortable.” Robby cleared his throat.
“I’m fine. Besides, you’re going to see me in a lot worse state in about nine months.” Ginny winked up at him.
“Relax, Mike.” Jack told him.
“I just…I don’t like that we’re going to make you go through so much discomfort.” Robby sighed.
“Well, I volunteered for one. Two, this part isn’t even that bad. Three, I’ve done this before. I know what I’m getting into. Robby, you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Alright, Ginny. I’m going to start the placement. Nice deep breaths for me.” Dr. Frahm instructed as she started the process.
“Honestly, the speculum is the worst part.” Ginny cringed at the feeling of the cold metal being inserted.
“Good view of your cervix, I’m going to go in with the catheter and sample now.” Dr. Frahm narrated her process. Ginny took a deep breath as the sample was injected.
“You okay?” Jack asked, a hand on her shoulder.
“Mhmm.” Ginny said, though her brows were knitted in discomfort.
“Okay! All done!” Dr. Frahm said as she took the equipment out and placed it back on the tray.
“See? Easy.” Ginny smiled up at Robby. He was fascinated by her, by how relaxed she was, by how she was trying to take care of him through this process when it should be the other way around.
“I’ll have you lay there for about ten minutes, let your body adjust, then you can head out. Remember, some spotting is normal anything more than that, give me a call. Though, I’m sure these two have you covered.” Dr. Frahm smiled.
“I’ll still call.” Ginny nodded.
“No test for two weeks, even if you feel symptoms. Rest as much as you can, especially these next few days. It was good to see you.” Dr. Frahm shook everyone’s hands and left.
“This part is the worst. The anticipation.” Ginny put her hands behind her head, her feet still in the stirrups.
“We’ll try not to hover,” Jack said.
“I’ll let you know if it’s too much. You can hover.” Ginny smiled up at them.
“Did you feel it last time?” Robby asked, his nerves starting to calm.
“I thought I did. For a week, I thought I was feeling all sorts of things. But I think it was mostly in my head. I swore getting the hiccups meant it took. Then I forgot about it and didn’t feel anything.” She shrugged.
“If you need anything, just call us. One of us is up at all times.” Jack said.
“I think you should move into the house.” Robby blurted out. Jack and Ginny looked up at him, shocked, more by the volume of his voice than anything.
“Um…What?” Ginny asked.
“What Mike is not so subtly trying to ask,” Jack shot him a glare. “Is that we would like to extend the offer to live with us. For as long as you’d like. We’re not kicking you out once the baby is born. But, we’d like to be around for you, and it would be easier if we were all under the same roof.”
“Seriously?” Ginny’s brows furrowed, unable to believe them.
“Yes. We started talking about it after that first meeting.” Robby said.
“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that.” Ginny said. “It’s really good timing, though. My lease is up in a few weeks and it’s been hell trying to find a new place.”
“There ya go. Meant to be.” Jack nodded.
“Let me think about it. But, I don’t see a problem with it.” Ginny smiled.
The nurse knocked and entered, handing Ginny her discharge papers and wishing them good luck.
“I think I deserve what will most likely be my last good cup of coffee.” Ginny said as she slid into the backseat.
“Can’t argue with that.” Jack nodded, looking at over at Robby in the driver’s seat.
“Who am I to argue with the woman we just impregnated?” Robby smiled.
“Ha!” Ginny cackled. “Look who’s starting to loosen up!”
“It takes him a second.” Jack scoffed.
Ginny savored the taste of the coffee. God, she loved coffee. It’s what got her out of bed in the morning. She was not looking forward to decaf again. It just wasn’t good and it mostly made her sad.
The car pulled up in front of her apartment building and they all hopped out.
“oof!” Ginny cringed.
“You okay?” Robby and Jack were on top of her quickly.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Cramps and that weird fullness shit. I forgot how weird it feels.” She shook them off as she made her way into the apartment.
“Let’s get you inside.” Jack said, a hand on her back.
Her apartment was small, but warm and cozy. The windows were covered in blackout curtains, still she had lamps to light the living room. It was decorated like a fairy lived there. Mushroom pots and sparkling hanging art adorned the walls. Her kitchenette was frog-themed, lily-pad potholders included.
“I’d offer drinks, but I haven’t made it to the grocery store yet.” She sighed as she flopped on the couch.
“We’re fine.” Jack said, particularly fascinated with a figurine of a porcupine with marshmallows on its quills.
“We can get you groceries. Just text us the list, we’ll get whatever you need.” Robby offered.
“It’s okay, I’ll just get them delivered.” Ginny waved them off.
“You’re sure that you’re okay?” Robby asked, hands in his pockets.
“Hmmm? Oh, yeah. I’m fine. I’ve got my trusty heating pad and a new season of Bridgerton to watch. I’m good.” Ginny nodded.
“Okay, we’ll get out of your hair.” Robby cleared his throat.
“You nervous?” Ginny asked, watching Robby shift from one foot to the other.
“I…yes. I’m nervous.” Robby sighed.
“Sit down.” Ginny commanded. Robby followed her orders without question. It made Jack laugh. Outside of work, all Robby wanted was to be told what to do. Jack liked that Ginny could see it.
“We can go. I’m sure you’re tired.” Robby said.
“Stop.” Ginny rolled her eyes. “Robby, let’s just get this over with. We’re going to be very close with each other from now on. If I want you to go or I need to sleep or need anything at all, I will tell you. I don’t like fucking around; I’m very upfront. I don’t expect that of you, I do expect you to listen to me when I tell you something. So, if I tell you to take a seat and tell me what’s going on, I expect you to do just that. To your comfort level, of course. I’m a big girl, Robby.” Ginny crossed her arms.
“Understood. Got it.” Robby nodded.
“Good. Now, tell me why you’re so nervous today.” Ginny sipped from her huge forest green water bottle.
“I’m nervous that this might not work. I’m nervous that you’re uncomfortable or in pain. I’m nervous that I won’t be good enough. I’m nervous that something could go wrong. I’d never be able to forgive myself if we put you through something that scarred you or worse.” Robby’s breath stuttered, and his chest squeezed tight.
“Okay.” Ginny took a deep breath, readjusting the heating pad on her belly.
“Mike, you are more than good enough. You’re going to be a great parent.” Jack sat next to him, a hand on the back of Robby’s neck.
“I didn’t have great examples.” Robby sighed.
“Who does?” Ginny snorted. “Robby, you care. You’re nervous because you care. That puts miles ahead of most people.”
“She’s right.” Jack agreed.
“Now, this might not work the first time. We might need a few tries before you get a baby. That’s normal. It’s not anyone’s fault. I am uncomfortable, but it’s not anything I can’t handle. Like I said, I’ll tell you if it’s too much. I am going to be uncomfortable and in pain, that is just how this works. If I wasn’t up for it, I wouldn’t have volunteered. Something might go wrong, but that isn’t your fault either. I know the risks, better than most. So do you. That’s why you’re so nervous. But I have done this before. I know how it goes, more or less. So, when you’re nervous, just look at me and see if I’m panicking. If I’m not, then relax. If I am, then we can all freak out.” Ginny watched the tension leave Robby’s shoulders.
“You should go into psych.” Robby gave a soft chuckle.
“Ha! Yeah, right. Maybe as a patient.” Ginny laughed.
“Sorry, I freaked out.”
“You didn’t. It’s normal. For now, just do your best to relax. We have two weeks before we know anything.” Ginny smiled.
Robby did not, in fact, relax. The next two weeks consisted of Robby making straight for Ginny before hand off and interrogating her about symptoms. Jack was more subtle about his nerves. He kept a close eye on her throughout the shift. She shrugged them off for the most part. Maybe because they were so nervous, the two weeks flew by.
Ginny rang the bell at Robby and Jack’s house. She shivered on the doorstep. When the door flew open, she stumbled back as she jumped in surprise.
“Shit! Sorry!” Jack said, reaching out to steady her.
“Sorry, I jump easily.” She chuckled.
“Come in, it’s fucking freezing,” Jack grumbled as he pulled her in. Ginny kicked off her boots and hung her jacket, grasping onto a plastic bag.
“Ginny, everything okay? I didn’t know you were coming over today.” Robby stopped in the entryway.
“I figured you knew what today was.” She looked between the two men.
“Uh…”
“It’s been two weeks! See, you forget after a while.” Ginny smirked.
“No, it’s….” Robby looked at the note in his calendar. “It’s past two weeks. Shit. How did that slip by?”
“It happens.” Ginny shrugged. “Anyway, I got the sticks. Thought you’d want to be around for the results and stuff.”
“You haven’t taken them yet?” Jack asked, looking at the unopened boxes in the bag.
“I have not peed on any sticks yet. I warned Dana that we might be coming in for bloodwork depending on the results.” Ginny walked into the living room. “I got a good feeling.”
“Really?” Robby asked.
“Well, my boobs hurt like a mother fucker. I’d say that’s a pretty good sign.” She shrugged as she took out one of the boxes.
“Can’t argue with that.” Jack chuckled.
“Bathroom?” She asked as she pulled a specimen cup from her purse.
“Down the hall- did you steal a specimen cup from work?” Robby crossed his arms.
“Oh, take it out of my paycheck, Robinavitch.” She rolled her eyes as she walked off.
“She’s got you clocked.” Jack laughed.
“Why do I feel like this is going to be two against one?” Robby sighed.
Ginny came out of the bathroom with two tests in hand, tapping away on her phone. Jack and Robby sat on the edge of the couch.
“They’ve got a minute and thirty seconds. Take a breath.” Ginny said as she sat in the armchair, putting the tests on the coffee table.
“It probably didn’t take. Just managing expectations.” Robby took a deep breath.
“How dare you doubt my uterus.” Ginny scoffed.
“Sorry.” Robby murmured.
“I told you, I have a good feeling. God dammit. Fucking landlords.” Ginny grumbled at her phone.
“You can move in any time, by the way.” Jack said.
“I know, I just wanted to be courteous and it’s biting me in the ass.” She sighed.
“Usually does.” Jack huffed. The timer buzzed on Ginny’s phone, and the two men went still.
“Ready?” She asked them. They nodded. She picked up the two tests and examined them with care.
“Well?” Robby’s knee was bouncing again.
“Positive. Both of them.” Ginny smiled.
“Really? Seriously?” They jumped up and took the tests to look at them.
“Very seriously. You want to go to the pitt for the blood test to confirm?” Ginny asked.
“Holy shit.” Jack tried to take a deep breath, but his chest was too tight.
“Um…yeah.” Robby smiled. “Let’s go to work and run that test.”
“Just texted Dana, she’s expecting us.” Ginny gathered her things and made her way to the door. She turned and saw Jack and Robby still standing, holding the tests with wide eyes.
“I guess I’m driving.” She laughed.
Ginny sat on the triage exam chair, her feet idly kicking as they waited for Dana. Jack sat on the chair next to hers, his eyes locked on the floor and his face cemented in a concentrated scowl. To anyone who didn’t know, he looked like he was upset. But Ginny had worked with him long enough to know that’s just his thinking face.
Robby was standing behind Ginny, his hand resting on the back of the exam chair. His fingers lightly tapped the hard plastic cushion. It was just enough that if Dana hadn’t appeared, Ginny was going to tell him to stop.
“Okay, you three. Let’s pull some blood.” Dana said as she set up her collection supplies.
“I must be special. I can’t remember the last time I saw Dana pull blood.” Ginny smirked.
“You sure you want a kid with her smart mouth?” Dana cocked an eyebrow.
“Can you label it STAT. I’m using my chief privileges on this one.” Robby said.
“They’re not in joking mode yet, still in shock over this very planned and predicted event,” Ginny said.
“Men are always shocked. Benji and I planned both our kids, and each time you would have thought it was an accident.” Dana chuckled.
Dana placed the tourniquet and cleaned Ginny’s arm. She bounced the vein with her finger and stuck the needle. Ginny hissed at the sting.
“Careful.” “Easy.”
Suddenly, the two men were snapped out of their daze. The sound of Ginny in discomfort triggering some primal need to protect.
“Congrats, you just inherited two guard dogs.” Dana chuckled.
“Why do I feel like this is going to get annoying?” Ginny looked between the two men.
“Because it will. It always does.” Dana said, pulling the needle and wrapping Ginny’s arm in a bandage.
“Remember, STAT.” Robby said.
“Yeah, yeah. Sit tight. I’ll be back when the results come in.” Dana walked off, shaking her head.
Their little corner of triage had gone quiet. Robby was biting his lip and Jack was picking at his nails. Ginny felt a shift in energy that made her nervous.
“You two aren’t having second thoughts, right?” She piped up.
“What? No!” Jack sat up, moving the chair closer to her.
“I’m sorry, we’re just nervous. It’s a big change.” Robby said.
“Good. Because I would be royally pissed at you.” Ginny snorted.
The energy relaxed after that. Robby stopped tapping, Jack wasn’t scowling. Ginny just sat happily. They chatted about nonsense. Ginny had always said talking about cheese was the best distraction. Everyone had a strong opinion on cheese.
“Okay, you three.” Dana came walking up, tablet in hand. “Looks like you need to think about nursery colors.”
“Told you.” Ginny smiled.
“Holy shit.” Jack said, taking the tablet from Dana and examining the results. “Your potassium is low.”
“I’ll eat a banana. Don’t worry about that! This is the part where you two jump around and be all happy.” Ginny yanked the tablet from his hands and gave it back to Dana.
“She’s right. Let yourselves enjoy this.” Dana smiled.
“We’re having a baby.” Robby gasped.
“We’re finally having a baby.” Jack ran a hand through his hair. Robby hustled over to him and pulled him into a hard kiss.
“It’s cute when they’re happy.” Dana said.
“Yeah.” Ginny smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy.
“How you feeling?” Dana put a hand on Ginny’s shoulder.
“Oh, I’m good. I told you guys, I’m good at this.” Ginny said.
Summary: It's baby shower time! Lena and Princess throw a mocktail-filled celebration!
TW: None :)
Ginny stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself from every angle. She was wearing a sage green dress. It wasn’t tight, but it hugged her body softly. The skirt flared out around her belly. It didn’t hide her shape, but it wasn’t showing it off. She felt comfortable. She hated it.
“Ginny, we gotta get going.” Robby knocked on the door.
“Yeah. Be right there.” She called. She had her hair wrapped in a messy bun atop her head with a few curls framing her face. She’d get annoyed with them and tuck them away at some point.
She accepted that she wasn’t going to get any better. She trapsed out of the room with a disgruntled look on her face. She walked into the living room where Jack and Robby waited. They were dressed in slacks, Robby in a dark blue button-up, and Jack in a dark green short-sleeved sweater.
“You look stunning. Got ourselves a real looker over here, Mike.” Jack smiled as he pulled her in by the hips and kissed her cheek.
“I hate it.” She sighed.
“What? You’re gorgeous!” Robby took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“I just…I don’t look like me anymore.” She sighed.
“You want to stay home?” Jack asked.
“No. I said I would go, I’ll go. I just feel weird. I didn’t gain this much weight last time. I don’t know. I’ll be fine once we get there. I have to adjust.” She shrugged, not in the mood for a whole pep talk.
“Well, you let us know when you’re done and we’ll get you out of there.” Robby kissed her cheek.
“Have a seat. I’ll help you with your shoes.” Jack nodded towards the armchair, grabbing her flats.
“Please tell me there isn’t going to be any of those dumb games. I hate those.” Ginny groaned.
“I have been told there will be no weird games. Just food, presents, and conversation. I do think they made a signature mocktail for you. Whatever that means.” Jack said as he put her shoes on her feet, kissing her exposed knee.
“I thought Jewish people didn’t do baby showers? I thought it was against the rules.” Ginny huffed.
“Some people don’t. It’s a superstition, not a doctrine. My grandmother used to work at a school. There was always a baby shower happening. She loved them. You can’t use me as an excuse this time.” Robby chuckled.
“Alright. Let’s go.” Ginny said as Robby pulled her to her feet.
The restaurant was fancier than the three of them thought it would be. Lena and Princess had told them to dress nicely, but they had assumed they were being dramatic. They walked in, looking around at the mostly glass building. It reminded Ginny of a greenhouse from the 20s.
“Oh! Finally!” Princess came hustling over. “Everyone’s here already! Come on!” She beamed as she pulled Ginny through the restaurant toward a private room at the back.
The room had a long table in the middle. It was filled with people and presents. Everything was decorated in various shades of green.
“They’re here!” Princess announced to the room. Everyone cheered and the energy exploded.
“Wow.” Ginny was taken back by the whole ordeal.
“Too much?” Lena winced.
“No! No. Just…not use to this kind of stuff for me.” Ginny cleared her throat.
“Get used to it.” Jack leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“Green is your favorite color, right? I mean everything you own is green.” Princess smiled.
“Yeah, it’s my favorite.” Ginny smiled, letting herself relax.
“Okay, your seat is over here,” Lena led her over to a chair at the end of the table. “Let’s get you fed.” Lena wandered off to find the waiter.
“You okay?” Robby put a hand on her shoulder as he sat next to her.
“Yeah. Yes. It’s nice.” Ginny smiled.
“Your mocktail.” Princess put a martini glass in front of her. “We pulled a few strings to make sure the restaurant would let us pull this off.”
“Why?” Ginny picked it up and sipped it. “No!”
“You get what you want today, Girl.” Princess chuckled.
“What is it?” Jack looked between the two.
“ER cocktail.” Ginny chuckled.
“A woman of simple pleasures.” Robby laughed.
“We had to sneak in the juice. We’re tipping the staff well, don’t worry.” Princess could see the tension starting to leave Ginny’s shoulders.
“You’re the best!” Ginny smiled.
The door to the room opened and balloons came flying into the room, followed by boxes, eventually Nora came into view. Dana went rushing over to help her with her gifts.
“Did you bring the whole stock of Babies-R-Us?” Dana chuckled, putting the boxes by the rest of the gifts.
“I get a little crazy when it comes to baby showers.” Nora was practically bouncing up and down with excitement.
“I think it’s allowed when it’s your sister.” Dana smiled.
“GiGi!” Nora screeched as she ran over. Dana winced at the sound.
“How did we beat you here? You’re early to everything!” Ginny pulled Nora into a tight hug.
“I had to pick up a last-minute gift.” Nora squeezed her sister until she couldn’t breathe.
“Suspicious.” Ginny cocked an eyebrow.
“You can wait.” Nora playfully smacked her shoulder. “How are you two? Getting nervous?” Nora put a hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“Only shitting our pants a little.” Jack joked.
“Jack, this is a nice place. Come on.” Robby sighed.
“So, he’s the worst one.” Nora winked at Robby.
“Absolutely.” Jack nodded.
“Get up and greet me properly, I know your mother raised you better than to not hug your sister.” Nora smacked Jack’s arm. He got up and pulled her into a hug.
“I forgot who I was dealing with. Won’t make that mistake again.” Jack let her go with a kiss to the cheek.
“Better not.” Nora laughed as she shuffled around Ginny’s chair to hug Robby.
“How’s Katy?” Robby asked.
“Great! Exhausting. She’s figured out how to get out of her playpen. Be careful, I think the escape artist gene runs on our side.” Nora sighed.
“Good to know.” Robby chuckled.
The party flowed calmly. Everyone chatting and eating happily. They were all glad for the break from the ER. Princess and Lena had taken it upon themselves to be Ginny’s personal butlers. Everyone more or less acknowledged Robby and Jack, but they weren’t the stars. They were okay with it. As the presents were unwrapped, the room guffawed at the cute little shoes and toys. Jack and Robby were allowed to help unwrap some of the presents.
“Okay! Now that we have clothed and supplied for that baby for at LEAST six months,” Lena said, standing next to a still large pile of gifts.
“I got a truck bed full of diapers out back, by the way.” Dana said, sipping her cocktail.
“Yes! Don’t forget that. This next round is for Ginny exclusively. As a room full of women, ignoring Jack and Robby, we know that it’s never easy to take care of yourself and it only gets harder when a baby come into the picture. So! We have done our best to pamper the shit out of you!” Lena shouted. The table cheered and laughed.
“And we will not hear any fighting on the matter! You deserve it!” Ellis cheered.
“I did not peg you for a baby shower person.” Jack looked over at her.
“I love baby showers, Boss. They have the best food and the best gossip. And it’s only women.” Ellis smirked.
“You trying to get a hook up at a baby shower?” Jack scoffed.
“Hell yeah. Nothing like a woman with baby fever.” Ellis chuckled.
“You have a point.” Jack laughed.
Ginny’s face was bright red as she opened the gifts meant for her. She was grateful for all of it, but she just wasn’t used to being seen.
“This one is from me!” Mel came bouncing over with a small bag.
“Thank you, Mel.” Ginny took the bag. Inside was a nice face mask, fuzzy socks.
“When I worked my OB rotation, the moms always complained about cold feet and dry skin. The socks have grips on the bottom so you can wear them in the hospital. The face mask is meant for sensitive skin, so it won’t cause a reaction after the birth. Women’s skin gets more sensitive after they give birth due to-”
“Thank you, Mel. That’s really thoughtful. I don’t think I packed any nice socks. These are perfect.” Ginny smiled up at her.
“Um, there’s one more thing at the bottom. It’s just a silly thing.” Mel shrugged.
At the bottom of the bag sat a mood ring. Ginny gasped as she pulled it out, the tears were already starting.
“I remembered us talking about the toys we wanted as kids when I had to cover the night shift. You said you always wanted one, but your mom wouldn’t get it. It’s silly.” Mel shifted, uncomfortable with the attention.
“Mel…” Ginny tried to get her voice to stop from cracking. “I love it! It’s perfect!” Ginny cried.
“Oh, you’re crying. I’m sorry.” Mel scrunched her face up with discomfort.
“It’s a good thing.” Ginny wiped her face. “Can I hug you?”
“Oh! Yes.” Mel smiled as she bent down and hugged her.
“Thank you for listening.” Ginny said.
“Of course.” Mel nodded as she ran off to her seat.
Ginny slipped the ring onto her finger. She handed the bag to Robby.
“Make sure we put those socks in the bag when we get home.” Ginny said.
“You got it.” Robby nodded.
“Okay! One last one!” Nora jumped up, bringing a large bag over. “This was a team effort.”
“Oh god. Should I be afraid?” Ginny cocked an eyebrow.
“Absolutely.” Nora chuckled as she handed the bag over.
Ginny pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. Inside was a picture in a frame. It was a map of the night sky. The caption read ‘The Beginning’.
“It’s the stars on the day you said yes to all this.” Nora wrapped an arm around Ginny’s shoulders.
“We thought it would look good in the nursery.” Lena smiled.
“It’s…Thank you.” Ginny cried. Jack put a hand on her knee as he discreetly wiped a tear from his eye.
“I’m so happy that you found your family. You deserve a family that looks after you. You finally got it.” Nora’s voice shook.
“You did that on purpose!” Ginny laughed through the tears.
“Maybe.” Nora chuckled as she pulled her into a tight hug.
“Don’t dehydrate her for goodness sake.” Robby laughed, handing tissues to Ginny and taking the picture from her and setting with the other gifts.
“Okay, this is the last one. It’s a gift card for two massages. That’s it, I promise!” Nora said, handing the card to Jack for safekeeping.
“Thank you, guys. This was…beyond nice. You’re all so kind to us. It’s nice to see how loved this baby is already.” Ginny smiled at the table full of people that she loved.
In vault 23; they don’t do marriage the same way that 33 does. There is no large ceremony there is no official announcement. It’s more of a casual thing.
They basically just decide it, and they just start calling eachother as husband/wife/spouse etc. And the moment one uses the term, they’re considered “official”. (If the other party wishes to reject it, they may deny the term, and if the initial party continues to try and force it, they will be punished. This is very rare to happen though due to the universal understanding of rejection).
And when the couple decides to have a child, if they are not biologically able, they will apply to the overseer who will trace back other genealogical lines and ensure to keep track of when and how they cross to ensure no issues arise- and then give the couple three willing options to chose between (for either donation or carry depending).
“I’m confused” don’t worry I worded things very formally lmao here’s an example using names!
McKinley may simply refer to Norm as her husband, in front of them. If he rejects the use of the term, McKinley would simply accept and move on. (If McKinley did not accept it, and instead tried to force it, she would be subject to punishment. Typically, this would be banishment from the vault, and blacklisted from trader unions. This is basically “death by slowly losing supplies”.)
If McKinley and Norm were unable to have a child; they would be able to apply to the overseer to have one. If the reason was because McKinley & Norm are biologically “female”; they would most likely be applying for a donor. If the reason was because Norm could simply not get McKinley pregnant, this too would be a donor situation. Now, if it was because McKinley & Norm were both biologically “male”, they would apply for a carrier and would decide between them who would be the donor.
Vault 23 is very strict about a lot of communal things (food, water, clothes, weapons, supplies, dna), but very lax when it comes to a lot more personal things (sex, sexuality, gender, marriage, religion). This stems from the fact that it was necessary to be strict about things such as food and water; but there was no need to control gender or sex, it didn’t aide in their survival. And controlling that sort of stuff set off the conspiracy theorists anyway
the overseer keeping track of family trees and their roots crossing and giving “options” only stemmed from the need to keep track of the population’s dna and to ensure birth defects didn’t become common place. It was something decided on very early on in the vault’s history. The other reason “options” became a thing was because people volunteer to do these roles! Sperm donation and surrogacy became necessary; and it became common to have people volunteer. Instead of it being something under the table, it was done publicly and openly due to the concerns of someone abusing it (as we see with modern day sperm donation).
Most things in vault 23 are done openly and in public: money, trades, even any important announcements are done in large communal areas. Nothing is kept secret, even when you want it to be, because secrets breed fear and fear leads to paranoia and delusions (Things that a lot of people in vault 23 struggle with).
Basically? Vault 23 distrusts eachother so much they have no option but to be as open as physically possible with as much as possible. There is no such thing as shame in vault 23; there is only brutal honesty.
eggs aren't children and denying people the ability to have children just because their body poses difficult reactions during the process is so wrong
Eggs may not be children yet, but FERTILIZED eggs are children AND they kill/experiment on the ' imperfect' ones during the process.
Also, having children is NOT a right, like not even maybe, it is a blessing from God above.
If a couple cannot, according to the 'doctors', conceive, it is possibly an invitation to change their healthstyle/lifestyle. Or, you know, an invitation to grow closer to the one who created them, and realize a different purpose in life. Or learn the virtue of patience.
And, it bears repeating, CHILDREN ARE NOT COMMODITIES, YOU ARE NOT ENTITLED TO A CHILD, THEY ARE BLESSINGS! NOT ITEMS FOR YOU TO BUY!
I am very, very sorry to couples who cannot conceive. There are other, much more ethical and moral ways of attempting to/succeeding in boosting your fertility, but know that IVF is 130% not one of them. (This goes for In Vitro and In Vivo and Surrogacy, btw).
If you feel called to the beautiful vocation of parenthood, you will become parents, without the use of evil, intruding, unethical and immoral 'medical' methods. But you must give it time and a little natural help here and there.
If, by chance, someone reads this and wishes to know the names of some of the other, natural healthy methods so they can consult a doctor on those choices, go ahead and message me however you want to. I don't judge, (unless the reason you want children is a selfish reason, then I would ask you to please reconsider your reasons for wanting a child.)
And, for anon here, if all you want to do is send some anon hate, I suggest you stop going on the internet and instead find a productive hobby.
