Atlantis

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"Wilbur you can't be serious!" I said when explained the plan to all of us. "We can't blow it up! That's our home!" Juniper chimed in. Wilbur placed his hands calmly on the table, but his facial expression was not calm, it was complete and utterly insane. "WAS! Was our home. Now it's the enemy's home. And we must destroy it." "Are you crazy?!" Tubbo protested. He came to Pogtopia to discuss things with us. "Tell Wilbur I think he's nuts." Ranboo told me. Ranboo to make it to the meeting in person because Schlatt needed him. So he was at the meeting threw me. "Ranboo thinks your nuts Wilbur, I think I agree with him." Wilbur rolled his eyes. There were mumbled of agreements from the others. "Wilbur we can still get L'manberg back! The peaceful way!" Tommy said. Wilbur slammed his fists on the table causing most of us to jump. "IF I CANT HAVE IT NO ONE CAN! YOU GOT IT!?" He yelled. I stood up to comfort him and get him to calm down but it hurt. I placed my hand on my stomach. Tubbo came over to hold me up. I grabbed a hold of his shirt and twisted it out of pain. "Are you alright Drè?" Tommy asked. I saw that Niki, Wilbur, Juniper, Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno were staring at me in confusion. "Yeah I'm fine go on." I said sitting down. They continued talking and about 3 minutes later the pain came back. I tried to hide it. "Drè. Your not fooling anyone. Just let it out." Tubbo said. I screamed as loud as I could.

"That was definitely a contraction." Tubbo said. "There is no way it's too early in the pregnancy." I said. "Apparently not. Get ready darling your going into labour." "FUUUUUCK!" I screamed. Wilbur was concerned. Everyone was. My poor baby wanted out now. But I wasn't ready to be a mother, what was I thinking? I can't do this! "I can't do this. Wilbur. I don't want to do this alone." My husband grabbed my hand. "Your not gonna do this alone love. I'm always gonna be here." He said softly. "But your working all the time." "That will change."

Tubbo told me what to do to push this child out of me. "Are you serious? I ain't doing that shit." I told him. "Ok then your baby dies." Tubbo said. "Fuck. Fine let's get this over with." I rolled my eyes. It took a long time. I'm not going to give you details of the birth. It was not pleasant though. But it was all worth it. Once I was holding my daughter in my arms. "Wilbur she looks like you." Wilbur smiled. The baby hadn't opened her eyes yet. But she was beautiful already. Red-brown hair just like Wilbur's. But she had freckles like mine. Little extremely faded sandy freaking freckles. I loved her so much. "What are you guys gonna name her?" Tommy asked. I looked at Wilbur. "Name her." I told him. "Me? Are you serious? You just pushed that thing out of you and I get get to name her?" "Your her father." He thought for a minute. "Atlantis. The name looks like it would fit her." I smiled. "I like it. Everyone. Meet Atlantis." "Awww can I hold her!?" Juniper asked. "Of course." I handed my daughter into Juniper's arms. "Hello little one. Your so cute." She smiled, before handing her back to me. The moment she was born I knew I would draw my own blood to make sure this girl could have a place she could call home. I'd do anything for her.

When she finally opened her eyes I was shocked everyone was, but it hit Wilbur like a bullet. A wave of shock fell upon him as he stared at our daughter's blue-green and crimson red eyes. "She has a red eye. Ones RED. Holy shit. I shouldn't have had a baby. She has my curse. But hers doesn't go away. Oh no nononono." Wilbur was running his hand threw his hair in frustration. "She looks beautiful Wilbur." I said to him. "I know she does! But it's not fair to her that she got my curse!" "Wilbur. She was just born. Live in the moment. We can have this argument later. She's beautiful. Just live with it it'll be fine." "Wait what makes you think it'll turn into a fight?" Wilbur asked. "Because I know you." I responded. He scoffed. "Fine." My daughter, my world, my blood, my saviour, my love.

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