#pregnency

Barbarian King!Simon Riley was eager to get you to himself again. Maxwell was just nearing his first birthday when Simon’s mom offered to take her grandson for the weekend, wanting the cubby little baby all to herself. You couldn’t blame her – Maxwell was utterly adorable. He took after his father in almost every way possible. He had Simon’s blonde hair that floofed up in a little tuft on the top of his head, his little pout on his lips, and his overall largeness. When Max was born, the midwives were honestly expecting twins with how big your stomach had been, but nope. Simon just gave big babies

Barbarian King!Simon Riley was displeased when you began to talk about all you could do with Maxwell away for the weekend (your main plan was sleeping, not going to lie. Imagine laying out in bed without having to worry about the child laying in the bassinet nearby…) But nope. Simon had other plans

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who liked to see your face when he made love to you – and yes, he called it ‘making love’ because that was the perfect description of what he was doing: loving you wholeheartedly. You, on the other hand, called it ‘being fucked dumb’ because Simon didn’t know how damn good he was. It was mostly the size difference that had your eyes rolling back into your head and your toes curling. There was really no other way to describe sex with Simon other than pounding. His hips would just brutally snap into yours, hands gripping your flesh. Sometimes he would press down on your stomach to feel himself in you. A little ring of juices would be at the base of his cock and you could feel his balls slap into you

Barbarian King!Simon Riley kept that rhythm up for the first couple of rounds yes, you heard me. However, if it was early in the morning, or you were tired, or wanted a change in pace, Simon was also very good at being slow and steady. It didn’t matter what pace he was going, though. Sex with Simon always left you breathless. When he was going slow, he would push in and out until you could feel him in every vein and follicle. It was during these sessions when he would mutter the dirtiest things to you, mostly about filling you up with more of his children and how much he loved seeing you pregnant with his babes. He also took this time to capture your lips in bruising kisses, swallowing your moans and whines

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who was just so much bigger than you. Like, it was kinda crazy. Cannot stress this enough. He would be all that you could see because he took up your entire line of vision while having sex. He could cover your breast with his entire hand and if he spread out his fingers, he could cup a cheek of your ass. His hands weren't the only big things about him, either. Simon was thick and the first time you two had laid together after your wedding, you had doubted that he could even fit. That initial night, he had had to go incredibly slowly and warm you up first. That was a routine he had stuck too — he needed to take his time stretching you open, otherwise he wouldn’t fit and would risk hurting you

Barbarian King!Simon Riley loved to knead your skin, feeling the little bit of fat left over by your pregnancy. It made you all that much sexier to him because it was proof that you had given him a baby – the perfect combination of the two of you

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who spent the entire weekend in bed with you, refusing to let anyone else in your shared chambers. He was like an animal in heat, though the thing that had triggered him was just seeing you alone. Simon truly did love his son, but was he secretly ecstatic that he had you to himself for the weekend? Yes, yes he was

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who had plates of food set outside the door for sustenance. He could be happy just taking his fill of your pussy, but he knew you needed to eat. He would feed you little bites of food until you had your fill before diving back under the covers and lapping you up until you saw stars

Barbarian King!Simon Riley didn’t care if the guards outside the room heard you. It only proved that you were his and only his

Barbarian King!Simon Riley got off on calling you “ma” or “my wife” in bed

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who was very pleased with himself when, after that weekend, you told him you were pregnant again. A little smirk lifted his lips and he folded his hands over his stomach. He turned to Maxwell and said, “you’re going to get a sibling, my lad. You’re welcome.” Max babbled back, his chubby legs kicking

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who, as already iterated, had very big children. But you were quite concerned when your stomach began growing at a much quicker rate than it had with Max. Nights of anxieties were quelled by Simon’s soothing voice as he ran his hands over your belly. He didn’t say anything, but he was more concerned about your well-being than the baby’s. He couldn’t bear to think about if there was a complication during the birth. His love for you had only been growing by the day and he needed you with him. You were the love of his life

Barbarian King!Simon Riley had a sneaking suspicion that this time it really might be twins… he commissioned the carpenter to build a couple more cradles and he had the servants dig out all the clothing that the seamstresses had made if Maxwell had been a girl

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who never commented on your cravings or the way you whined about how much your feet hurt. He had the cooks and maids make whatever you wanted as he massaged your feet. Between a pregnant woman, a growing infant, and the barbarian king, the cooks were definitely earning their paychecks

Barbarian King!Simon Riley took on most of the responsibilities of Max, knowing that you were literally making life within you. He was already asking so much from you – to take care of a one year old would’ve been unfair

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who would stand behind you and lift up your stomach to give you some reprieve. You almost fell asleep right in his arms, the relief instantaneous. Simon let out a low chuckle and from where he lay on the ground, Max let out a little giggle of his own

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who was all too happy to stuff you of his cock if it helped reprieve some of the aches and pains you were going through. Pregnant sex was possibly his favourite thing ever with the way you were utterly glowing. He would lay you on your back or side, hands groping your swollen tits as he eased into you

Barbarian King!Simon Riley wasn’t surprised in the slightest when, eight months after that glorious weekend, you went into labour early. It was hard carrying Riley babies. Your poor body wanted them out. Maxwell didn’t understand what was happening and why he couldn’t be with his mom. At seventeen months old, Max was toddling around and babbling in sentences that had some real words mixed in. Simon had begun bringing Max into meetings with him, bouncing him on his leg. The sight was contradictory – the brute of a man who looked deadpan, entertaining the little baby who would reach up to tug on the furs around his dad’s neck

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who was allowed into the birthing suite this time without any complaint or pushback. His mother was taking care of Maxwell again, but that didn’t diminish Simon’s anxiety when you began screaming and sobbing again. It was a brutal seven hours of labour, but when the baby began crowning, it was actually pretty smooth since Maxwell had paved the way

Barbarian King!Simon Riley was smoothing down your hair when the midwife announced a second baby was coming. And then a third. Triplets

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who found it almost humorous when you grumbled out a curse after you heard the news. You looked up at him, fear in your eyes, but he just muttered to you, “I have enough love to go around. Don’t you worry, birdie.”

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who was such a proud dad when he saw his three baby girls for the first time. He puffed up his chest a bit and held two in his arms while you cradled the third. All three had his signature blonde hair and when you pointed that out, a bit irritated, Simon leaned down and kissed your forehead, saying, “the Riley genes are too strong, love. Sorry.” Thankfully, all three had your exact eye colour and face shape, so the triplets you carried for months looked at least a bit like you

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who led Maxwell into the room after a couple of days, showing the little boy his new sisters. Max, much like his dad, instantly became hooked. He wanted even more younger siblings and was incredibly protective over his sisters. It would’ve been adorable if you hadn’t just squeezed them out of you

Barbarian King!Simon Riley quickly learned that one more thing the babies got from you was your temper. Their infant screams and little fists waving in the air reminded him all too well of the tantrum you had thrown when you first arrived. Simon was always quick to scoop them up, kiss you tenderly, and then speak to them in his low voice until they’d calmed down, his body providing the perfect little cushion for their heads 

Barbarian King!Simon Riley who was very content with his happy family. Three years ago, it never would’ve crossed his mind that this would be something he wanted, much less would get to have. And he had you to thank for it all

I wrote this all in one sitting 😭

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Let's just say, Indy stared at you for a very long time. It was like he was underwater, your voice muffled and so far away. It did worry you, your smile turning into a frown as you just simply stared right back up at him. Thankfully, he got out of whatever he was in and was quick to vanquish your doubts and worries. 

Indy was gentle pulling you into a long-awaited hug. His arms wrapping around your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck, breathing out a sigh of relief.

For the first couple weeks, Indy always made sure you had everything you could possibly ever need. 

Do you need a massage? Want him to brush your hair? Rub your feet? He'd do anything to make sure you are comfortable. 

You'd argue with him that you weren't in pain or anything just yet, the baby was smaller than a poppy seed at best. But, if he really wanted to... A massage sounded wonderful. 

Indy would even stay home from his adventures. He couldn't leave you alone, especially pregnant with his child. You'd have to convince him to still teach at the college though, Indy would try to get out of leaving the house in general to take care of you.

Soon, you would start showing, and Indy was in awe. You'd be lying on the couch when he'd come home from teaching, pausing when he found you just gazing down at your stomach in such adoration.

He’d be hesitant at first, in asking to touch your growing bump, but after you gently coax him over. Placing his large hand on your warm belly, he froze, not wanting to hurt you or the baby. But, after a while, the fear would subside and he'd smile.

After two months, you'd be lying in your bed and feel your baby kick. You'd call to Indy, not wanting him to miss it. Running in, he'd be worried that something was wrong until he saw the excited smile on your face. You’d take Indy’s hand, pressing it to where you felt the kick.

Indy would freak out, internally, when he felt a small kick. And then another. His eyes would grow comically wide. As his heart would pound and feel like it was going to explode with the love he was feeling for both you, and the baby.

In the beginning, Indy would worry. Worry that he wouldn't be a good father. He'd worry he would turn into his father.

He didn't voice these concerns out loud for a while, but somehow, you knew. And, you were quick to let him know the complete opposite.

From then on, Indy believed you.

Indy would be careful when you both went to bed, having a large belly already, and you'd lay on your back. Indy would scoot beside you, making sure you were comfortable and everything before he'd gently wrap his arm around your waist. 

Every night before bed, Indy would read to you and the baby, from old folktales of mysterious treasure to Shakespeare, at your request.

Per doctor's orders, Indy would help you exercise, taking small laps around the couch, or your small garden. 

At this point, Indy would take family leave and spend every moment making sure you and the baby were alright. Getting you tea, food, helping you to the bathroom; everything. 

Time would fly by, and Indy was quick to make sure the two of you had everything you needed for your little bundle of joy. Setting up Indy's office into the baby's new room. Having bought a cradle, toys, and clothes.

Surprisingly, Indy would take great joy designing the room a bit. Hanging up a framed photo of you and him on one of the many adventures you had gone on.

"Baby has to know how amazing his parents are." He’d say as you waddled your way into the baby's room.

Another thing you found out was your cravings. Pickles and mayo were your main one. Cheese and sour cream was a very close second.

Indy didn't know, but you heard him when he talked to the baby, thinking you were asleep. You'd stay up listening to Indy retelling your baby stories of his adventures. Or just telling your baby that he was excited to meet them. That one always made you emotional. You couldn’t help but fall deeper in the love you had for him.

"I can't wait until you're here. And once you're big enough, I'm taking you to Egypt. And Peru, Brazil, London, Greece, Italy…"

Finally, after nine beautiful months of swollen ankles, weird food cravings, and a protective Indy… You gave birth. 

Indy would be right at your side, holding your hand as it tightly clutched his. Couching you as you breathed in and out. At the doctor's commands, you pushed and pushed and push-

"Congratulations! It's twins!"

TWINS!?

A boy, and a girl. Both seven pounds, six ounces. 

Anna Mary Jones, in homage to Indiana's mother, and James Walter Thomas Jones, in homage of your brother, and Indy's middle name.

Indiana would be a bit spooked at first in taking care of his kids. He'd sort of not really know what to do. He didn’t want to hurt them, or drop them when he held them. And change a diaper? He'd have to watch you do it first to really get the hang of it. 

It would be a challenge to take care of two babies, but you two were ready for anything.

Indy would start the day with the sounds of his children crying, groaning as he got out of bed and went to get the babies their food. He'd let you sleep in, after all, you did hold Anna and James for nine months. You needed the rest.

He'd place both babies in their high chairs, using both hands to scoop a little bit of baby food on each spoon and feed his babies; wiping up their mess when needed.

He was quick to learn that Anna was a little stubborn angel who didn't like carrots. And, James loved everything Indy and you fed him, but always made a big mess.

In the toddler years, Indy would have fun dressing his kids up in somewhat matching outfits, the only difference were the colors. Anna favored yellow, while James favored green. 

For the twin's birthday, he went out and bought them clothing that matched his adventure attire. The photo of the two baby adventurers was framed over the mantel.

Now, Anna was a huge daddy's girl. She loved to go on adventures with Indy. To the living room, bedroom, through the garden… She'd crawl everywhere she could to find Indy if he was missing.

You were James’s favorite, never wanting to leave your arms when you held him. He'd also follow you around the house, dragging his plush stuffed bunny behind him as he waddled around; only to get distracted by the tv or his toys in the end.

Both kids had Indy's hair color, yet your hair type. Anna though, had your eyes, nose, but Indy's mouth. James had your nose, yet Indy's mouth and eyes. And it worked, both of your babies were incredibly adorable.

One time you even caught Indy telling them so. Coming home from the grocery store to see him holding both of the toddlers in his lap as he told them how cute they looked, earning giggles from both. 

“Indy, honey, don’t inflate their egos.”

Both you and Indy would tell your kids stories. From your adventures in Egypt, to Brazil and Colombia. 

Even though they were angels most of the time, they were little troublemakers too.

You blamed Indy for that.

"No. James. You can't put that in your mouth. That's an ancient 16th century book on the Mayans."

"Anna, no, that's not food, sweetie. That's King Aker's chalice. I still need to send that to the museum."

A lot of bubble baths, the twins loved playing with their bath toys.

Anna loved splashing. And her laugh was infectious when she splashed the water, accidentally getting both yours and Indy’s faces wet. But, how could you get mad at her?

James was the quieter type, rather than splashing, he’d play with rubber ducks, squeezing water out of their mouths; sometimes hitting his sister.

Your kids were quick to start school, and Indy would miss them like crazy. So did you, obviously. You and Indy planned it where he'd take them to school in the mornings and you'd pick them up after school when Indy was still working at the college.

Indy would be a very protective father. He’d keep an eye on them at all times, and he'd be there for you when things became more difficult.

After some convincing from you, Indy let his father meet Anna and James. The twins loved their grandfather.

Once the kids were old enough, Indy booked a flight to Egypt, just like he promised. Anna and James were beyond excited, unable to stay still in their seats as they tried to fight for the window seat.

You showed the kids the pyramids and the great sphinx statue. They were amazed at Egyptian culture and the adventures you and Indy went on.

"Dad! Dad! Did you really get stuck in a pit of snakes?"

"Yeah, kid. Don't remind me."

Taking that trip, you and Indy both began to miss traveling and finding treasure. But, neither of you missed the near-death experiences or the snakes.

On your plane ride back home, you sighed, leaning your head on Indy's shoulder as you watched as your twins took their nap; tired after the long week. Indy's hand held yours, his thumb caressing over your knuckles slowly as he rested his eyes; hat over his eyes. You knew, for sure, that out of all your adventures; this was your favorite.

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Cas crosses his eyes in response, and I have to seal my lips tightly to keep the smile from them. This only motivates Cassian to try harder, though. He makes an insane fish-like facial expression, and I have to put a hand to my mouth to keep myself from laughing. Cassian only grins in response.

“Do the two of you want to leave?” Rhysands voice booms, slightly annoyed, from the end of the table. “You’re no longer needed here, so how about you get out of my hair and stop distracting everyone like a bunch of toddlers.”

A laugh finally does escape my throat as Rhys scolds me and my husband. I quickly rise to my feet, a hand over my mouth, and meet Cassian near the door so we can exit together. When the door shuts behind us I turn and meet Cas’s eyes. It doesn’t take half a second before we burst out laughing together.

This is what I’ve always loved about my husband. He’s easy to laugh with. He’s easy to do anything with. Gripping his hand in mine, I start walking down the hallway, eager to get out of this building. It’s always felt too stuffy to me. There’s not enough room to run away. Without wings of my own, I feel sort of trapped up here. 

When we get to the open doors that lead to a large balcony, I quickly step up to the railing and spin, opening my arms. Cas is quick to step into them and pull me to his chest.

“Ready?” he asks against my hair.

“Mhmm,” I mumble, squeezing him tightly. He shoots into the air, and I struggle to suppress my scream at the lost feeling of the ground beneath my feet. It’s only a few more minutes before they land on the ground again, though. As my feet find their purchase on the hard stone beneath me, Cas steps away, and when he does, a strong feeling of nausea rushes through me. 

I put my hand to my mouth for what feels like the millionth time today, but now it is to hold in the bile rising up my throat. 

“Y/N?” Cas’s voice is laced with concern beside me as he puts a hand on my back to steady me. It doesn’t do much good, though, because a second later, I’m bending over and emptying my guts onto the street. 

“Y/N?” Cassian is more than concerned now as he pulls me into his arms, not caring about the puke on his boots as he lifts us into the air and directs us toward Madja’s. 

When we land, again, on the steps to the healers' hospice I resist the urge to vomit again. The early morning wind blows my hair around mildly and combined with the vomit still on my mouth I can only imagine what I look like as Cas barges through the doors.

Healers rush toward us, and I’m helpless to listen even now as they all focus on me. Cassian is telling them something as we’re guided into a room, but I can’t even focus on his voice.

I’m lifted onto a bed, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Madja enter the room. The bustling becomes too much. So much is happening around me, so when sleep comes knocking I let it take me.

I wake up later, a slight pain starting at my hand and running up my arm. I turn my head to the right to face it and find my mate: head laying on the bed and his hand squeezing mine.

“Cas?” His head pops up immediately, and he squeezes my hand tighter, causing me to cringe at the pain.

“What’s wrong? What hurts?”

“My hand- you’re squeezing too tight.”

“Oh!” he immediately loosens his grip on me, and the pain quickly ebbs. “Madja is running some tests, but without knowing more from you specifically, she couldn’t speculate about anything. When you’re ready, I can get her so she can ask questions.”

I nod, letting him know he can, so he jumps to his feet and peeks out the door to say something to whoever he sees. 

Madja enters a few minutes later, a smile on her face, no concern anywhere. “You’re not sick.”

“You’re already sure?”

“I think I know what caused the vomiting and fainting, but I suppose it could be unrelated. You were feeling nauseous, though?” I nod. “You were probably overwhelmed and stressed right before you fainted.” I nod again. “You’ve been getting a little more tired recently? You’re hungrier? Slight stomach cramps?”

“Yes,” I say, nodding, “how do you know?”

“Those are all common symptoms this early in it.”

“In what?” Cas asks, but I think we both know what she’s talking about. 

We’ve both read every book and spoken to midwife after midwife and Madja herself time and time again. I don’t know how I didn’t put the symptoms together sooner. I’ve even gained some weight.

“You’re pregnant,” she says, a smile blooming on her face as she looks from me to Cassian, knowing just how long we’ve been trying.

A choked sob leaves Cassian's mouth, and I sit up as fast as I can and pull him close to me. “We’re gonna be parents,” he says, smiling as tears run down his face. I nod furiously and kiss him. Madja leaves the room on silent feet, and it’s all I can do to not jump Cassian's bones right now. “We’re going to have a baby!”

I’m sobbing into his shoulder as he holds me tightly against his chest, sitting on the bed where I was just laying. “It only took a century,” I choke out, clutching him tighter. He laughs and pulls me closer, putting a gentle and protective hand over my stomach.

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5 months later

“How are we gonna tell them?” I ask, struggling to bend over and slip my boots on.

“They already suspect something. I think we should just not tell them and see how long it takes for someone to ask.”

“Ask what? ‘Hey, Y/N, you look like you’ve gained some weight, and I’ve noticed you haven't been training as much recently. What’s up with that?’”

“No one is going to mention your weight. I don’t even think you have gained any weight; you look the same.”

I roll my eyes, knowing full well I have gained plenty of weight, and everyone has noticed. “Will you just come over and help me. I can’t even reach my feet.”

Cas is quick to cross the room and kneel at my feet. He pulls the shoe from my hand and gently pushes it onto my foot before reaching for the other. 

When I’m all laced up, we finish gathering our things and begin walking over to Rhys and Feyre’s River House. He holds my hand the entire way, but we stay silent, just soaking in the other's company. 

“I still think we should tell them,” I say as Cas reaches for the door handle. He pauses before opening it and smiles at me.

“Okay, love. If that’s what you want.” he swings the door open and leads us to the sitting room where the rest of our friends and family are already gathered, chatting about something or another. Cas stops us in the doorway and, without hesitation, says, “I’m pregnant.”

Anyone that hadn’t already looked up at us as we entered the doorway looks now. Their expressions are a mix of open confusion, curiosity, and shock. I immediately burst out laughing, and it’s Varian who speaks first from where he sits, Amren perched in his lap, “How the fuck are you Pregnant?”

I can’t help but laugh harder.

“Well, I’m not technically the one with a baby in my womb, but…” he trails off, not bothering to finish the sentence as everyone turns their gazes to me.