𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕤 - Aryia X OC

ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖 𝟜𝟠 - 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪

Hey everyone! Happy New Year!

In 2023 I finished writing this book and I have a lot planned for 2024 :3

So let's start the new year with the chapter I've been waiting to post for AGES!

I hope you all enjoy :D

Summary: Evra goes into labor

Chapter song: A Thousand Years - Christina Perri (ft. Steve Kazee)

WARNINGS: Language.

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Now that I was nine months pregnant, I looked into our wardrobe mirror and smiled softly, gently holding onto my baby bump which looked as if I was ready to pop any day now – which I was.

My third trimester had been harder than I had originally anticipated, my nausea had returned back for a few days and I felt really tired a lot of the time. It had been a pain going to the bathroom too, because as soon as I came out, I needed to go back and pee again, not to mention how many weird food cravings I was having and how much my feet had swollen recently to make me look like a sack of potatoes – though I had apparently still been the cutest potato sack Aryia had ever seen; which made me feel a bit better. I also felt bad for my roommates as they were all doing so much for me and Aryia and helping with the pregnancy in any way they could. It made me feel a little guilty for not being able to do much for them but I would definitely have to plan something to say thank you to them and the rest of my friends for everything they'd done for us in the last nine months. Though despite how exhausted and sleep-deprived I was from my pregnancy, I was becoming increasingly more excited every day by the prospect of our son being born. I didn't mind who he ended up taking after more, what he looked like, or who he became in the future; as long as he was happy and healthy, that would be enough for me and Aryia. We would always love him as unconditionally as we loved each other, and in the end those bonds were all that mattered.

The baby kicked again and I softly rubbed my stomach, letting him know that I was there as I always would be for him. Sure, I was nervous at the prospects of pregnancy and how Aryia would react at first, but over the course of the last few months I'd grown attached to the little life growing inside me. I loved feeling a kick or any kind of movement against my belly and would always wake Aryia up in the middle of the night if I felt a kick so that he could feel it as well. Early on and depending on my mood swings, I was a little embarrassed about my baby bump – especially in November when it first started to show – but I didn't mind anymore. And I couldn't lie, I enjoyed being pregnant; just the idea of knowing that Aryia and I had created a beautiful life together had made me so happy that I almost felt like I was going to burst.

He kicked again – a little harder this time. Baby Wolfy's kicks had been really strong recently and it snapped me out of my thoughts. I smiled again, looking back in the mirror.

My pregnancy had been a little rough but it wasn't too bad. For the first three months – especially during and following our trip to Costa Rica with Ben and Marco – my morning sickness had been the worst, though it eventually settled down by the end of my first trimester. I didn't have mood swings too often either, and even when I did, Aryia withstood them like the angel he was; even when I apologized for snapping at him and he said that it wasn't my fault. At first I'd been a little unhappy with my weight gain and all of the swelling, soreness and fatigue that came along with it, but I knew it was a part of the process and Aryia had always made me feel a lot better about it when he kept remarking how cute I was and would always be to him.

I had been staring in the mirror a lot recently, just looking at the baby bump growing as the little life inside me continued to grow. I remembered how Aryia had cried at the first ultrasound appointment he had attended with me, knowing that he was just as excited as me to meet our son. We were both so in love with the baby already, purely for the fact that he was our child; a creation of the love we both had for each other.