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To celebrate, here is the promised Amber/Kettricken, barely late, and still within the month, woohoo!

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Rob didn’t know how long it had being, since he heard those 2 words from the doctor ‘I’m sorry’ and the image of seeing Aggie stood there red eyes, clearly about to collapse from shock, Ruiri had taken Aggie out of the hospital for some fresh air, she needed it—Rob looked down at the little bundle snuggled against his bare chest, the doctors had proposed Skin-to-skin considering Mhairi wasn’t there, it had taken little one ages to settle against Rob due to not recognising his heartbeat, Aggie had clearly being agitated because she were unable to do anything.

Little one shifted a bit against Rob, he brushed his finger on her dark skinned cheek, she had her mothers freckles and that’s what made his heart ache,she was gonna look like her mother…he could feel it.

“Sìth, sìth, tha e ceart gu leòr, a bhig, tha uncail Rob gad ghiùlan,” > shhh shh it’s okay little one, uncle rob’s got you>

Ruiri soon walked into the room with Aggie, who took her coat off, she looked worn out—exhausted, her braid was more messy, it had clearly being a hard 7 hours, Ruiri put his hand on her shoulder

“Faigh cadal, tha sinn air a faighinn,” > get some sleep we’re got her> Ruiri tells her

“Me and Mhairi didn’t even pick a name Ru—I feel helpless,” Agnetha said

“Tha thu sgìth, mar sin mas e ur toil e; bidh mise agus Ruaraidh a' dèiligeadh rithe,” >your worn out, so please,me and Ruiri will deal with her> Rob told her.

“Okay—thank you both, you two pick the name—I can’t bring myself too,” Aggie said

“Aggie sin gu tur ceart gu leòr, falbh agus gabh fois,” > Aggie that’s completely fine, go rest> Ruiri exclaimed.

With that Aggie nodded and left the room, possibly going to sleep in Mhairi’s yellow Volkswagen Beetle that were still parked in the parking lot, waiting for its owner to return…

Ruiri walked over and sat down—after dragging a chair over, little one turned her head ever so slightly to try and look at the new face.

“Halò, is mise d’uncail Ruaraidh,” >hi I’m your uncle Ruiri>

“Tha bòcan Mhairi oirre,” >she has Mhairi’s freckles> Rob says wiping his eyes

Ruiri stood up and hugged his boyfriend, who cried into his hoodie “Tha bòcan Mhairi oirre,” >she has Mhairi’s freckles>

“Tha fhios agam… tha fhios agam.” >I know..I know>

It had been hours since they were told the news, Rob had being dreading…so so much, ‘I’m sorry’

“Tha fhios agad, tha Mali a’ freagairt oirre,” > you know, Mali suits her>

“Aye,” Rob let out still wiping his tears on Ruiri’s hoodie, they both looked down at the little bundle, asleep against Rob’s chest.

Ruiri belongs too: @theplasticpeoples

my face etched with dirt and tears

Will you take this from me as well?

my flowers are not in the right spot

do they cover too much or too little?

I am growing but not to your liking

my flowers are dying

no longer are they my own but they are for your pleasure

my flowers remain covered so you will not be distracted

their beauty is too great to be seen

how silly of me to think I will become more than just your property.

“Stop pacing—what’s got you so worked up?” Mhairi asked putting her book down, she had being rereading pride and prejudice.

“I have this feeling that something’s gonna go wrong, when it comes to the delivery.” Rob exclaimed.

Mhairi’s brow furrowed as she put her hand on her now prominent bump feeling her Aggie’s unborn child kick, Rob turned around to face her, “c-can’t u just have a C-section?” He asks, sheepishly.

She slid off the bed and walked over to him, holding his hands, “Rob listen to me—I’m going to be okay, repeat after me I am going to be okay,”

“I’m going to be okay,”

“Your going to be okay”

“I’m going to be okay

“Your going to be okay,”

“I’m going to be okay

“Your going to be okay,”

“Your going to be ok-“

Rob looked down at Mali in his hands, her freckles, her nose, the same nose as Mhairi’s, the same cheeks as hers…”you’re going to be okay…” he repeated, Mali made a soft sound almost like a whimper, “shhh shh your okay Mali,” he leaned back against the settee, she were small against him and so warm, “Mama will be back soon,”

Although he weren’t counting on Aggie’s mind being in the right place at this moment in time, Hans had said Aggie’s state is worse because she was in the delivery room when Mhairi passed, Rob could hear Ruiri in the kitchen making the formula.

Mali let out a little whimper to say she was indeed hungry.

“Your okay Mali…shh, me and your uncle have got you,” Rob exclaimed, brushing his finger on her cheek, he put his head back before looking over at a picture on the side table of him, ruiri and Mhairi during the day of the dive last May, 1986.

“Kinda ironic you were born on the 1 year anniversary of a dive that nearly costed you Ma her life,” Rob says

My second fic (and third fic ever, can you believe it? although, in order of being written it's actually the second), some very tame, sweet and short Fitzloved and narratophilia for you!

“You quite well,” Hans told his daughter as walked into the room she were in, setting some papers down on the table that had a plate on it.

“After being on oxygen of course..and eating,”

His brow furrowed, millions of questions were floating in his mind, one thing was the missing skin on his daughters nose, "gjorde du det mot deg selv" >did u do that to yourself> he asked pointing to his own nose to show her what he meant

“No, another patient…” she replied stretching her arms up.

“I’m guessing they dealt with them?”

Aggie nodded, walking over to the table and picking up the paper, “also—why were you on oxygen?” Hans asked

“I suddenly became short of breath..they don’t know why,” Aggie replied, reading over the papers

“Adoption p-papers,” she added, it the words bristled on the end of her tongue, hans sat down at the table and looking at her, as if this will be a hard conversation.

“The court had decided to grant Rob and Ruiri custody of Mali, Rob think it’s for the best—now before you get aggravated with me listen to me, we don’t know how long you are gonna be in here for and Rob doesn’t want Mali going to an orphanage, so wants to adopt Mali, social services think the manor is a suitable home for her, they just need your signature,” Hans explained

Aggie practically dropped into the chair, her head spinning, her chest hurt again, not in the way that it’d be in this situation but that tightness she had being having for weeks, Hans gave her his pen and she stared at it, before writing her name in the correct box,

Agnetha olsen

She gave him his pen back and he tucked it into his pocket alongside the paper, before looking back at his daughter who were now stood up by her bed “Aggie,” he says going over, she suddenly collapsed against him, “HELP!” He yelled, “SOMEONE HELP!”

He held her close, hearing people running down the corridor and in that moment, he know longer felt her breath on his neck…Hans wrapped his arms around her sobbing into her braid, the same braid she always wore.

"Min søte jente, måtte du hvile evig, evig, min lille kriger," > my sweet girl may you rest eternally forever my Little Warrior>

Aggie’s body were taken back to Stavanger for burial days later, Hans remembered giving Ruiri and Rob the paper at the funeral.

"A bheil thu a' tilleadh a dh'Alba?" >you coming back to Scotland?> Ruiri asked him>

Sunniva walked over holding her little niece who had a little black bow on her head

“Of course—but not for a while, I need to be with everyone for a few days,” Hans replied “Mhairi’s mum gonna help you guys?”

"seadh agus mo phàrantan," >yeah and my parents> rob exclaimed

“Good—I like seeing you guys have some support with this and I know you’ll do Aggie and Mhairi proud,” Hans said “I’m sorry you two had to be suddenly pushed into—parenthood,”

"Tha e ceart gu leòr," >hans its fine> Ruiri replied putting his hand on his shoulder.

“Do we know what Aggie died of?” Andres asked coming over

“Broken heart…it weren’t from obvious you guys having Mali, it were from the death of Mhairi, the emotional distress of everything, she had being eating so they didn’t rule it as starvation—heart ache,” Hans replied

“Shit,” Andres exclaimed

“Well I think she’s gonna have a perfect life in Scotland,” Sunniva said, smiling at her niece.

"Thig sinn a chèilidh nuair as urrainn dhuinn, ga neartachadh ann an cultar Nirribhidh," >we'll come and visit when we can, enrich her in Norway's culture> Rob exclaimed as Sunniva gave him Mali back.

Anyone want 24 days of Caz and Suze? Or someone else? Muir or innes?

I’m not holding your hand I’m sorry squeaks

“Shh shh,” Rob says sitting down on the settee as he patted little Mali’s back, brushing her smooth skin, Ruiri came over, sitting down next to him, “anything on Aggie?” Ruiri asked, brushing his finger on Mali’s cheek, “no..Hans is helping her, but it seems she’s just in a state of shock, I don’t blame her, 7 hours of labour and Mhairi just..passing from blood loss,” Rob replied.

“Hmm,” Ruiri said, he threw his sweater off and picked up Mali off rob’s chest, she whined a little, “shh—shh,” He exclaimed Mali eventually settled, curling her hand up against Ruiri’s chest, getting use to his heartbeat, Rob put his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder “leave it too mhairi to give us something of her, that will look like her..” Rob says “aye,” Ruiri said, The wall mounted landline rung and Rob got up to answer it, Ruiri didn’t hear what were being said but he could tell by rob’s tone it wasn’t good.

“What up?” Ruiri asked when Rob put the receiver down.

“Aggie’s being admitted into an hospital…Hans says she completely stopped eating and stuff..” Rob replied, walking over to the settee and sitting down.

“Shit…” Ruiri exclaimed, “so what happens now?”

“We just…create a calm environment for the bairn, don’t worry my Parents will help us out, how about we raise her at the Macleod’s manor?” Rob replied “till we’re stable enough to move to the Barra,”

“Sounds like a plan,” Ruiri said kissing Rob’s cheek as he smiled, Rob kissed back.

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I wrote this while I were getting my hair done lmao

Ruiri: @theplasticpeoples