i’m seeing a lot of baby fever on the dash lately, PLUS a lovely nonnie asked for angsty pregnancy prompts and i wasn’t able to, so have some lighter baby prompts instead! love to all!
“ is… is it mine? ”
“ have you thought of any baby names? ”
“ i thought the doctor put you on bed rest? ”
“ hey! i got you starbucks! decaf, of course. ”
“ have you had any cravings yet? ”
“ ah… i know. morning sickness is no fun, huh? ”
“ i’m pregnant. ”
“ you’re going to be a mother/father/aunt/uncle/etc. ”
“ i saw the pregnancy test in the trash. ”
“ the pregnancy test… it’s yours. right? ”
“ does the father know? “
“ who’s the father? “
“ it doesn’t matter about the father. i’m here to support you and this baby, no matter what. okay? “
“ you’re not alone. it takes a village to raise a kid, right? “
“ i want… a cheeseburger. with fries. and a strawberry shake. and onion rings… ”
“ that was a kick! ”
“ was that a kick? ”
“ is it a boy or a girl? ”
“ what color paint do you want? for the nursery? ”
“ we need to go shopping! baby clothes, maternity clothes, furniture, all of it! ”
“ i… we should get married. right? that’s what you do, when… when there’s a kid? ”
“ i know it was just a one night stand, but… i’m gonna support you. whatever you decide to do. ”
“ shit… um… i-i’m the dad. right? ”
“ you got that pregnancy glow. ”
“ hey… this is new for both of us. but i reckon you’re going to be a terrific mother/father/parent. ”
“ i… i slept with someone else while we were separated. they won’t pick up their phone, but… i’m not sure if you’re the father or not. ”
“ maybe we should move in together. n-not permanently. just until the baby’s born. ”
“ wait a minute. heartbeats?! plural?! we’re having twins/triplets/etc?! ”
“ woah… this pram costs more than three months rent. ”
“ ikea really knows how to make building a crib stressful… ”
“ god, i’m a mess. i cried yesterday while watching an advertisement for fence paint. hormones are something else… ”
“ can i have your fries? don’t judge me, the baby’s hungry. ”
“ my back’s been killing me for the last month, and i have four more months to go… my chiropractor’s gonna have a field day. ”
“ i know we want this to be a secret, but people are getting suspicious. i can only turn down champagne so many times… ”
“ wanna go with me for the next scan? it’s a big one, we get to keep a copy for the baby book. ”
“ oh, you best believe i’m signing up for all the babysitting duty. ”
“ would you like to be their godfather/godmother? ”
“ i’m their honorary aunt/uncle, let me spoil the little kiddo! ”
“ they have the instructions for this crib in every language except english. they have it in irish! who has it in irish?! ”
“ no! no mayonnaise! it’s bad for pregnant people! ”
“ i took the test nine times, okay, and all of them are positive. this is real. this is happening. ”
“ i always wanted kids… ”
“ that kid’s gonna be the most insanely loved baby in the world. ”
“ don’t look at me like that, okay? we’re going totally tee-total until the baby comes. ”
“ i swear, if i read one more baby book… ”
“ i wouldn’t mind, but all the women i meet when i go outside the door, all have different advice for me. the bump is like a magnet to them… ”
“ i wouldn’t blame you if you walked away, you know. you never signed up for a baby. ”
“ one thing’s for sure… everything’s going to change the minute people find out about the baby. ”
“ here! i got you some take-out. and i researched like, fifty mommy blogs to make sure this stuff was totally safe and healthy for you. ”
“ i don’t know if i ever had a plan for my life, but… if i did, i think pregnancy was later down the road. ”
“ my love, starting a family with you… it’s my greatest wish. but if you’re not ready, that’s okay. what will be, will be. ”
“— i told you making that stupid tape was a mistake… we didn’t need to do that,” he stated with a shake of his head, the panic starting to settle in. this wasn’t the type of look he was going for, his image had never been tainted in the slightest. “you know how private i am and now that is out there for everyone to see…what are we meant to do?”
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abdulrahman looked at his boyfriend with a very annoyed expression. “well if someone’s password wasn’t ‘password123′ we may not be in this situation.” he told the other man. “while it’s a sex tape of us both, i’ll be exposed as trans. something no one, aside from my family knows, and that in a very… explicit manner. you know, just to add on top of the whole sex tape thing in itself.” he spoke, pissed that his partner only seemed to think of his own privacy. “and what we do is put out a statement ‘yes, we have sex. so do most lucky people.’ and move the hell on.” abdulrahman said.
jaylan lets a sigh fall from his lips, shaking his head towards the other man. fingers run through his own hair for a second as he looked at the other. “great, but, your issues with trying to get your dad’s company isn’t a reason to drag me along.” he mentions with a shrug toward him. “if that’s more important to you than somebody that cares about you, then, i’m done.”
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“no, you’re right. i trust you do know where the door is.” herschel said even if he felt his heart break in his chest. he didn’t want to say goodbye, but he also wasn’t sure love was worth letting millions go by. so, he did what he always did: choose himself - radically and ruthlessly.
sinking into the seat he was hoping it was going to swallow him up. he hated feeling like this but most of all he hated how cold the other was being. “you might not of lied… you just led me to believe something that wasn’t true,” he muttered keeping his voice quiet knowing he was on the verge of tears, that if he spoke louder his voice would be shaky. “i know i was never going to be good enough for you but you didn’t need to hurt me like this.”
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“hurt you?” he asked and let out a laugh. it sounded bitter and cold. “i never promised you anything. i will marry helena and i really don’t want your feelings to come in between that. now, if you had been a bit less emotional about the whole thing, we could have easily continued our dalliances yet you seem absolutely hellbent on acting like a fool in love. we were never in love. we were in lust - a big difference.” he told him but he knew that those last words were a lie. they had been in love. sort of. almost. perhaps.
“I was reading Psalm 139 just this morning, and it leaves me paralyzed in awe each time I come across it. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them. It’s just so…powerful, and beautiful.” With a soft, nervous laugh, she paused and tucked away some hair back behind her ear. “I really wish I could write poetry like that for Jesus. Unfortunately mine are mediocre at best. What do you make of this psalm – what are your thoughts?”
Through his kindness, gentleness and patience, Ezekiel easily displayed the fruits of the Spirit. She felt so much at ease that he understood, and it meant a great deal to her. Bowing her head and closing her eyes, she humbly prayed, thanking God for another day, for his Goodness toward man, and all the blessings that He gave, which they didn’t deserve. She thanked Him for having the chance to get to know Ezekiel then asked for the guidance and wisdom from the Spirit, for the both of them, so they know they are being led by the Spirit at all times and not only chasing the desire of the flesh alone. When she was satisfied with the prayer, Isabelle concluded with ‘Amen. In Jesus’ name’. Afterwards, she felt so much more content and happier, with a good feeling about courting him. “We’re the last ones here,” she pointed out, flashing a sheepish smile, pulling her Bible and notebook towards her. “Will you be going to the bonfire?”
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ezekiel decided that listening to her was going to become his favorite pastime. he had his head tilted slightly and then chuckled along with her. “i really am not creative enough to write anything artistic.” he admitted. “but you should keep on trying, if it’s your wish. jesus will love it whether it’s good or mediocre.” he told her. “i love the idea of having been known by god before i was even born, that he put us here in his image but all so incredibly different. it makes me curious about what he already knows about my own children…” he admitted.
ezekiel closed his eyes and once again listened to her gentle voice, enjoying her words and feeling them alongside her. “amen,” he voiced together with her and then looked up, into her eyes. “oh, yes, it would appear so.” he told her, finally looking around to only see their slightly bored chaperone. “there’s a bonfire? did i… forget an event?” he wondered, blushing slightly and having absolutely no idea what she was talking about.
who? choose either marie-victoire or beatrice windsor
what? muse a is the heir to the throne of england. she has fallen for muse b - who is either another royal (not related), nobility or a staff member at court. you can choose in which era it’s set (80s, 90s, or the 21st century)
wanted? f/nb - 21+ - another royal (not related), nobility or a staff member at court // @indiestarter
the princess looked at the clock. 3:03AM. the soft knock that awoke her could only be from one person, whom she’d agreed to meet at this hour. she tiptoed to the door and opened it slowly, so it wouldn’t creak, to reveal the woman she had been missing for days. a smile slowly appeared on her face and she reached out to grab the other woman’s wrist, before pulling her inside and closing the door. “did anyone see you?” she asked, both her hands curling around the other’s.
Open to: anyone Connection: friend/fwb, co-worker (she’s a public defender/family lawyer), a date
“I don’t want your advice right now, okay? I just want you to listen to me.” Claudia wasn’t drunk persay, but she was already one long island, a rum and coke, and a kamikaze in by the time they showed up and bought her…whatever hell it was that she was drinking. All she knew was that she couldn’t taste anything but tequila. Running a hand through her chocolate locks, she continued, “He needs to keep his nose out of my damn business. I mean, do you see me bringing every Tom, Dick, and Betty around our son? No siree you don’t. And you wanna know why?” She leaned in, eyes as serious as always. “It’s because I’m not a selfish prick. He’s the selfish prick.” He being her ex husband, but they probably already knew that. “And he had the nerve to ask me if I was seeing anyone. Can you believe that?” She tipped the glass against her lips and took a big, burning gulp. There was a telltale taste weighing down her tongue, one that told her that this drink should probably be her last. Even though she was free of her motherly obligations for the weekend, a Saturday morning hangover would last till Monday morning. “Why aren’t you saying anything? I invited you here to take my mind off this shit.”
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“you did just hear yourself, right, that you don’t want any advise? it doesn’t exactly encourage one to speak.” julia told her sister, “and if i keep listening, you’ll certainly not get your mind off it…” she spoke. “but i mean, i do wonder: are you seeing anyone?” she teased, hoping to steer the conversation onto more pleasant topics like dating and actually positive things. she was quite eager to share her own news actually, but she wasn’t sure her sister was in a state to want to hear it.
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