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Winning Looks Like Losing
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The only thing that had made Xander happier than having his beautiful mate was when they found out they were going to have their pups. A real family, something he never thought he’d ever be blessed with.
Throughout the pregnancy, Xander was always there. He comforted Micah however he needed to be, be it with words or physical affection. His connections gave them the help he was willing to trust with the life of his mate and their children, and despite all the worries, he had hope everything would turn out just fine. It had to, right? They deserved a little good in their lives. Micah did, at the very least.
Until the night Micah woke up in pain and bleeding. Xander had never felt a deeper fear or more worry in his entire life. And just like he always did, he put on a brave face and assured Micah everything would be okay. They just had to get to the doctor. It would be all right. They would have their pups and it would all be worth it.
Having to be separated from Micah once they were at the doctor’s home only further put him on edge. He was left with the strong scent of Micah’s blood on his clothes and the sounds of his mate’s pained screaming echoing throughout the house. It killed him knowing there was nothing he could do for Micah. He felt weak, useless, hating that this was something he couldn’t protect his omega from.
The worst yet was when Micah screamed. Wailed was probably more accurate. He almost burst into the room they were in despite the strict orders to stay put. Something was terribly wrong and there was nothing he could do, but he needed to be at his mate’s side.
The whirlwind of emotions that went through him when the doctor finally came out and explained. He was angry, devastated, worried. There was a small reminder in the back of his mind that they did have one of their little ones. But the pain that racked through him at the loss of the other was drowning it out.
He almost felt like it was all a dream, a very bad dream he would surely wake up from soon, when he was finally let back to see Micah. His heart ached seeing his mate cradling their lost pup and crying. His own eyes burned with unshed tears as he approached. He slowly lowered himself down beside Micah on the bed and he wrapped his arms around him, hugging him and their son close.
Oh how Micah wished this was another one of his nightmares. He longed for that. Hell, the little wolf had even tried closing his eyes for a little bit and opening them again. That’s how those hyper realistic dreams worked right? Who knew. All he knew is that each time he opened his eyes, his little boy was still motionless, eyes closed, and cold. Eventually he gave up, because it only made things hurt more.
When Xander wraps his arms around him, he gasps and jerks a bit. It pulled him out of his own head abruptly and he just looks at his mate. He’s shocked and surprised, as if he can’t believe the other is here, touching him, willingly. Micah hates himself right now, he lost one of their little boys, why wouldn’t Xan feel the same? He hiccups a little, there is an actual pause in his crying.
“How can you stand to look at me? O-Or even touch me?” he croaks. Other than Valentines Day, this was the most the smaller wolf had ever spoken in the time Xander had known him, and it was probably the most clear. His body had literally killed one child and probably would have killed the other had they not gotten here when they did.
“I....” he whimpers and looks down at the lifeless pup in his arms. “I killed him...” he says before he breaks down into horrible sobs again. He gently pet at the infant’s soft hair, lips trembling.
It probably wouldn’t occur to Micah yet, but he hadn’t even held his one living son yet. Neither of them had. They had yet to meet their only son, and maybe that’s what the little wolf needed to be shown, to be reminded they still had one beautiful little boy. One healthy, living son to love on for the rest of his days.
LET’S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING A MOMENT.
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Winning Looks Like Losing
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When Micah and Xander got the news that they were going to be having twins, the blond thought he might get so excited that he’d faint or his heart would burst. Two perfect little pups that were going to be all his, Xander and his perfect little children. It had nearly taken him half an hour to stop crying from happiness as he looked at the ultrasound picture of the twins. Later they learned it would be two little boys. Honestly Micah never cared what his pups would be, he was going to love them regardless and never let them go.
As had been the trend through out his entire pregnancy, there were complications, pains, aches, the brief period where there was spotting (Micah nearly had a heart attack, it took Xander nearly 15-20 minutes to calm him down), the scare and threat of preeclampsia, and a few other things. However, Micah was able to weather it all with Xander by his side. The other always assuring him it would all be fine, and he believed him.
Recently things had seemed to let up, which oddly weirded Micah out, but he counted his blessings, seeing it as things in his body finally evening out. It was roughly a little under two months out from his due date, and frankly he was becoming more and more excited to finally have his pups with him and in his arms. He was ready to start cuddling them and loving on them. That’s when things went sideways.
Micah woke up in excruciating pain, which it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that something was horribly wrong. You know, before the little wolf noticed blood. Thanks to Xander’s connections through all his various jobs, they were able to get Micah to a doctor that just happened to live closer than any hospital (not that they had been keen on hospitals anyways and they’d been seeing this person throughout the pregnancy) and was willing to wake up for the emergency.
The blond was beyond panicked, in pain and fear stricken. Upon reaching the doctor’s house, Micah had to be taken into a back room immediately, but Xander had to stay behind in the living room, left alone with nothing but Micah’s blood on him.
heres patrick singing and doing whatever that is
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So I am finally done with all my moving and stuff (sorta), now I am legit just having to focus on finding work. Plus all the hub bub has kinda chased most of my muses off and just the muse to write in general, but I am hoping I can find it again, because I really miss writing Micah (and a lot of my other characters) and writing with all of you wonderful people. Keep your fingers crossed for me folks.
I am so sorry I haven’t been active, packing and moving things has been consuming my life and killing my muse. ;A;
Moving is a bitch. -cries-
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Random Sentence Starters || @itsreynardine
Micah blinks a few times before he looks over at Rey and tilts his head. After a moment of consideration, there is another tilt of his head, a facial expression, and a distinct shrug of his shoulders that all sort of say ‘why not?’ before he smiles brightly at his friend. A pajama day didn’t sound so bad after all.
≡ (Laura)
Send me a ≡ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly hugging them very tightly@killedforpower
She must have sensed he was feeling a little down. He’d thought he was alone, so when arms suddenly wrapped around him, he starts a bit. Micah turns his head quickly to look at her, eyes threatening to brim with tears before he sniffs loudly and wipes his eyes. After a moment he leans into her hugs and hugs back.
≡ (Xan)
Send me a ≡ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly hugging them very tightly@marinerwolf
Micah blinks rapidly a few times when his mate very suddenly hugs him and he cranes his neck to look up at Xander. His arms slowly wound around the taller male before worry and concern paint his features. The blond gently rubs at the other’s back soothingly. He certainly didn’t mind the contact, but the suddenness of it did have him a little worried.
✉
Text Meme || @noctuatim
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. [Text: Stiles] You really should stay away from me... I’m bad luck.
ツ (Laura)
Text Meme || @killedforpower
Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.[Text: :Laura] I found a baby deer! It’s so cute!
✉ & ツ (Xan)
Text Meme || @marinerwolf
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.[Text: Love] I’m not feeling so good, could you come home?
Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.[Text: Love] I FOUND A NEW CUPCAKE RECIPE AND IT SOUNDS AWESOME.
Oliver knew the horrors that Micah knew and he couldn’t help but sympathize with the smaller wolf—he’d spent so long in solitude, fighting off this horrid creature in the back of his mind. Thin fingers threaded through the rabbit’s fur, and Oliver felt himself begin to feel even more calmed than before—there was something therapeutic about snuggling the adorable creature on his stomach. He looks up at Micah and smiles broadly.
Micah spoke and to Oliver it was the clearest thing in the world; ❝ Peter?? Well ‘ello Peter, s’lovely ta meetcha, my name’s Oliver-Charles, ❞ Clearly there was something therapeutic about speaking to the rabbit as well, it seemed.
❝ I take it he’s been your friends for a while?? ❞ Oliver wondered, still petting Peter’s fur and smiling over at Micah—his hazel-greens shining happily.
Micah could see the other calm and relax as he pet Peter, and it just made that smile on his face widen. This was the kind of thing that the blond lived for. Seeing people happy and at peace. After everything, the little wolf didn’t want for much in life, but this was one of his simple wants and needs.
When Oliver turns his attention to him again he nods a bit, motioning ‘sort of’ with his hand a little. He’d found the little baby rabbit almost a month ago, mother and siblings dead, he assumed a coyote or something must have gotten them, Peter was barely alive. So he’d nursed him back to health and kept him as a pet. In a way he sort of identified with the little rabbit.