Writing Prompt

When I first saw you I knew

You are perfect

Nothing marring your beauty

And it was up to me to make you amazing

Live up to your potential

I am your guide

Teaching you to live your life

When I barely know how to live mine

Teaching all my mistakes

Sharing all of my trauma

Your eyes look at me

Glistening

peaceful

Will it be tamped out by this broken world?

I pray not

I’m not rea...

Parenthood is the most jeopardising stressful thing ever no sleep routine is broken no free time your kid is the most wonderful thing but it’s also but he’s also she’s also a parasite that wakes up every night never misses with his poo pee and he had to keep checking out change of diapers all of the time it’s a new way of life and a new responsibility, but it’s the best thing e...

(Fanny’s POV for the intro story cause why not)

Fanny was rather furious at the moment. She couldn’t understand why her daddy wouldn’t let her go to Penny’s house.

“But Daddy!” She cried. “She’s my best friend!” Fanny clung to Edmund’s leg, summoning all the tears she could.

Edmund patted her head and sighed before turning back to his paperwork. “Well I don’t know her parents, so that’s a no.”

...

_Two Months Later…_

Edmund was snoring in his bed, eyes shut and mouth slightly open. Fanny, instead of sleeping in her own bed and room, snuggled in beside Edmund and pressed herself against his side.

“Daddy, you’re so mean sometimes,” she sniffled, “Making me sleep in my own bed.”

Edmund did not reply. His deep snores filled the room.

Fanny yawned. “I promise,” she said, closing her eyes, ...

“What?” Edmund looked at the man with his spectacled gaze, voice raised despite his introverted behavior. “What do you mean that child is _mine_?”

The man, whose name was Mr. Marlowe, brought out his handkerchief and wiped his sweaty nose. The child beside him, a tall girl with large amber eyes and oak brown skin, peered at Edmund from behind Mr. Marlowe’s leg.

“Well sir, you have heard that you...

“Hello?” I answer the phone. I don’t recognize the number, but it’s the second time they’re calling, so I figure it’s not spam or anything like that.

“Is this Rachel Nogueras?” The voice on the other line asks quickly. She sounds stressed.

“Yes, this is she.” My heart beats into my throat.

“I’m a nurse at Northwestern. Your sister’s had an accident. She asked me to call you… before she passed ...

May God have mercy on us, whatever god might be looking down to see and hear this news. We are not ready - haven’t been and won’t be - and although she is celebrating, smiling, I feel I might collapse to my knees and bleed forward into the concrete flooding into another world. What a great escape that would be, with all the changes that will be coming. For us, and for them. This being that we do n...

(have some fluff 🎉💖💘💗💕)

~Month One~

“Bobbi? Have you seen my cheese puffs? I put them up here just so Leo couldn’t find them-“ Lizzy stops short as she takes in the expression on Bobbi’s face: guilty, guilty, guilty. “BOBBI. Did you EAT my CHEESE PUFFS.”

“Mmmmaybe…? Look I was really hungry and they were the only thing that sounded good and I’ll buy you more please don’t be mad at meeeee,”...

(I 💃🏻 AM BACK 💃🏻 ON 💃🏻 MY BULLSHIT 💃🏻🕺🏻🪩)

The portal appears in their suite right on time: a crackling blue circle floating in front of them.

The returning newlyweds hoist their luggage into their arms and step through the portal, returning to the subways of New York City in seconds.

Instantly, they’re swarmed by family members, hugging them and pestering them with questions.

“Didja...

“Lydia Winters, Doctor Simmons will see you now.” the receptionist Maddie sitting behind the desk says.

I walk to the door, my hand shakes as I reach the doorknob and I remind myself that Doctor Simmons is here to help. I am wondering why I have been so nauseous the last week or so and certain foods I used to love like bacon now just the thought of these foods has me wanting to throw up. Even wh...