She-Ra fics (2018)

Too early.

*I'm aware they had a son first, Finn, but for this, they had a daughter first... ya'll will see what I mean*

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Adora and Catra decide to have a baby. They didn't bargain on her arriving three months early.

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"Ugh, why did I agree to this?" Adora groaned. Catra purred. "Because we want kids," She pushed some hair out of her sweaty face. Adora gagged into the toilet again. "But why do I have to be sick?" She whined. Catra tutted. "That's just the way of things, I'm afraid," She tried to soothe. Adora glared venomously. "Why aren't you the one who's being sick? Why aren't you pregnant?" She grumbled, flushing the chain. Catra hummed. "Because, in all niceties, I would rather die than rip open my vagina to have a baby," She smiled.

Adora huffed.

The morning sickness continued for four more months; miserable months at that. Despite Catra trying her very best to be by Adora's side throughout the ordeal, she had other duties to do. Adora's duties at that. Why? Because Adora tried to help in rebuilding Salineas one day. Sounds simple enough, right? No. Adora had woken, eaten and gotten dressed with no issues. She flew with Switfy (as teleporting was strictly forbidden for pregnant ladies, much to Glimmer's chagrin) and arrived in record time. Mermista seemed surprised to see her, Catra more so. Upon insisting she was fine, Catra left her alone.

She wasn't fine.

Adora made it precisely forty-odd minutes before her morning sickness returned with such a vengeance, she nearly passed out. Catra forced her home, berating her the entire way. She didn't even bother to try the bed, instead making a small camp in the bathroom. After that, Catra took on Adora's duties which involved leaving the castle.

Bow had similar views and kept Glimmer home too.

The two grew closer during their shared pregnancy, a sheer coincidence. Glimmer and Bow had fallen pregnant by accident, as the Queen rambled one day, while Adora and Catra had already been trying for over a year. That year had been arguably the hardest of Adora's life. She had so many rules to follow, so many things she couldn't do.

Never mind how weak she was.

Castaspella had been the reason for the pregnancies. She'd mix Adora and Catra's DNA (whatever that was) and implant it into Adora's womb (which was something her body had, apparently) over a few days. They'd had nine small successes, all of which failed before her seventh week, three second-trimester losses and one third-trimester.

All of which failed.

It took a lot out of her, to tell Catra that yet another pregnancy had failed... that she had failed.

Catra, of course, held her as she sobbed throughout each failure (miscarriages, Perfuma's voice gently reminded her) and the weeks afterwards. She wouldn't say, but Adora would see Catra was affected deeper than what she was saying. That's the only reason she kept trying. A girl can only take so many failures before she gives up.

The only relatable comfort Adora had was Glimmer; the girl also suffered morning sickness, though not quite as long-lasting as Adora's. Glimmer's stopped around her third month, while Adora's continued well into her fifth month, nearly sixth.

Glimmer was almost three months ahead; Castaspella guessed around ten to eleven weeks ahead. It helped to have a relatable source around; one who understood the agony in her back, and the swollen ankles that made it near impossible to wear any nice shoes, or shoes, period.

She loved pregnancy, but she hated being pregnant.

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Adora suspected something was wrong when she woke up early, earlier than usual. Catra was still dozing at her side, sleeping peacefully. Glimmer had gone into labour a few days ago having a little girl. To honour her mom, they'd called her Angelle. Not Angella, but Angelle. It was a nice turn. Adora found herself crying at that. She had nobody to honour in the terms of her unborn baby. The only person who came close would've been Angella, but that wasn't Adora's place. Angella was Glimmer's mother; only Glimmer had that right.