Sorcery One-Shots

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In celebration of Mother's day, and everyone's appreciation for Amelie Lane...

Amelie Lane was lounging on the couch in their living room apartment waiting for her husband to come home from the healing center. To say she was comfortable was an understatement: she had telepathically moved a tub of ice cream, a bag of chips, a bottle of apple juice, and a box of her favorite cereal to the coffee table in front of her, and she was currently surfing through the channels on the television to see if anything good was playing. She was wearing an old pair of sweatpants and one of her maternity t-shirts, and she wasn't planning on moving anytime soon.

Being pregnant was great, if you asked her. Due to her talent, she didn't need to move unless she absolutely needed to, and she relished in being a couch potato. She had long ago given up on mommy yoga or whatever the heck it was, and to be quite honest she was pretty sure she was banned from the yoga place after laughing at all of the women so hard she accidentally made the mirror along the whole of one of the walls shatter.

Not like she cared, really. Amelie refused to be one of those mothers that stressed over everything they did with their child: what to feed it, how long should they let it sleep, what should they do when it was sick, blah blah blah. Amelie wasn't worried at all. She knew she would be a good mother, and besides, Mark would take care of the baby if she got sick or anything bad happened to her.

No, Amelie wasn't scared of what to do when the child was born. The thing that scared her the most was that she would have to now be responsible for another human being.

No more staying out late, no more spur-of-the-moment decisions, none of that from her teenage years. Amelie would have to place another person's well-being before her own, and knowing how irresponsible she could be at times made her worry about the baby.

But she knew she wouldn't go through this journey alone. She would have her husband by her side, who would no doubt help their little one grow up and be safe.

Amelie placed one hand on her swollen belly, a sigh escaping her as she thought about the precious cargo growing inside. She was only six-months pregnant, but she still felt a tiny bit of anxiety about the day awaiting her in a few months.

Amelie was jolted out of her thoughts when she heard the front door being unlocked, her telekinetic senses immediately sensing it was Mark.

"Thank the spirits you're home, I was getting so bored." She exaggerated, hearing her husband chuckle before walking over to her, still dressed in his green healing scrubs. He walked around the couch to place a kiss on her pouted lips before lifting her shirt to kiss her stomach.

"Sorry baby, I got stuck at work. Some interns didn't heal a patient correctly, I had to fix it." Mark assured her, placing his open palm gently on the skin he had kissed over. He smiled gently as his healing talent allowed him to feel the baby's gentle heartbeat.

"Well then tell your interns to get it together, your pregnant wife was waiting." Amelie huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, watching as Mark looked around at her empty chip bags and various snacks on the table before rolling his eyes.

"Did you even move today?" He laughed, Amelie shaking her head no.

"Telekinetics are all couch potatoes. Being pregnant makes it worse." Amelie told him before pushing herself up to sit on the cushions. "Speaking of being pregnant..."

"What?" Mark asked before taking a seat next to Amelie.

"We still haven't picked a name for her." Amelie said, her eyes looking down at her huge stomach