Lilies - Grell Sutcliff Songfic

Dreams

•This chapter may be triggering, more so than the other chapters, it has heavy talk of miscarriage. It ends well, but given that I felt it needed an extra warning, still I hope you enjoy!•

Oh, my life is changing everyday, in every possible way.

Y/N and Grell continued to try, no such luck of anything for a long time. Many tears of frustration and heartbreak were shed, many nights spent holding each other through them, were spent. Finally, though, one day...

"My head hurts." The smaller woman complained, sitting down at the kitchen table, rubbing her temple.

Raising an eyebrow, looking over her shoulder from where she was preparing breakfast, Grell asked. "Again?"

"Mhm... I just woke up with it again..." She sighed. "If I didn't know it wasn't possible I'd be worried I was sick again..."

Grell frowned, setting down the kettle.

"Can you hand me the-"

She gave her two tablets before she could finish the sentence as well as a glass of water.

"Thank you." Y/N sighed and swallowed them down quickly.

Sitting beside the h/c woman, she stroked her cheek. "Perhaps you should take some time to rest, darling, and we should have you evaluated."

"Reapers can't get sick, though, right?" Y/N tilted her head then leaned into her touch.

Grell made a soft sound and continued caressing. "Technically not, not in the way you're thinking. There are certain ones exclusive to us, though, and sometimes we can have issues very rarely if exhausted enough. Then of course the... Rare, very rare I suppose, possibility of..."

"It's alright." She kissed her hand when her eyes darkened at the reminder her wish of becoming a mother was so far out of reach. "It's going to be alright."

The two paused for a moment, though, each mulling over it in their heads... Neither did voice it, though, afraid to hope or dare the headaches could be that.

"Do you have any reapings today?" Grell questioned softly.

Y/N nodded, reaching out to play with a strand of her pretty, red hair. "Two."

"I think you should skip them." She grinned, suddenly mischievous. "I don't, and it's been awhile since we've had a day to ourselves~"

She giggled. "So very tempting, love, so very tempting."

"Please?" She tilted her head, attempting puppy eyes. "Besides, I really think it's a bad idea to go to the mortal realm until we have someone look at you..."

Y/N promised, leaning in to kiss her. "I'll be careful, Grell."

"Mmnn..." She whined a little, biting her lip then running her tongue over her sharp teeth.

After a few more kisses and caresses shared, in which Grell not so sneakily attempted to slip her hand into the waistband of her wife's pajama pants as an attempt to keep her home, Y/N managed to get dressed and make her way to the mortal realm. Her scythe was modified to look much like an amputation knife, but foldable, so she could conceal it. Her wife had helped her design it.

"Rest in peace." Y/N said softly, creeping up behind the man she had to reap.

A hand grasped her shoulder, though stopping her. "Ah, you again."

"Let go of me!" Y/N whipped her head around at the somewhat familiar voice, immediately raising her scythe, just in time to block... A fork and butter knife?