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☾ Now I can see you ☽
Marc Spector x Fem!Reader / Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Sequel to ’I can almost see you’. Next part ‘Can you see me?’
Sequel; One-shot?; A bit of Smut; Fluff; ANGST.
Summary: Two years after Marc’s return, life with him and Steven seems to be going the way you always wanted it to, until blood starts to drip again.
Warnings:Pregnancy, blood loss, possible death, breastfeeding kink? (Steven).
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Italics are flashbacks!
Gif credits to their respective owner!
“Oh, Marc…” she moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself on the verge of climax. Marc, who was underneath her, gripped her hips firmly and set a faster pace, further increasing the pleasure for both of them.
“Hold on a little longer, baby.” He growled after biting his lips and watching his wife, bouncing on top of him. He brought one of his hands to her clitoris and began massaging it again. She was so overstimulated, the slightest touch caused her to roll her eyes at the incredible sensation. “You’re a fucking goddess- Ah- Fuck, baby!” He brought one of his hands to one of her breasts and pinched the nipple.
“Kiss me. Marc, kiss me.” She moaned at the oncoming wave of pleasure. Marc slipped his arm around her waist, bringing them closer together. Or as close as possible. “Fuck, fuck. Come inside me. Oh—.”
Marc kissed her, and she finished, letting out a majestic moan that ended up encouraging the dark-eyed man to finish too, inside her, in the most intimate way possible.
“We’re very good at this.” He joked as he rested his forehead against hers and sighed contentedly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him rather shyly. “So good that we ended up like this.” She whispered tenderly as she lowered her gaze to her belly, now rounded and covered with a thin layer of sweat, just like the rest of her and her husband’s body.
Marc brought the hand he had been holding at her waist up to her belly, which he caressed tenderly.
“Mourning for me is to give importance to something, to learn to live, to honour something. You have to name it and explore it, whether it was something that happened or not.”
“Like that life we could never have?”
“For example.”
“It still seems like a dream that we’ve come this far, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” He replied, “The life we thought we could never have… it turns out we’ve managed to create it. Quite literally.”
"I’m glad to be able to do it with you.” She caressed her husband’s face, looking intently at every detail of his beautiful face. At last, after so many years of suffering, it reflected serenity. “Steven and you are going to be the best thing our daughter could have. She’s very lucky, I’m very lucky too.”
“Lucky us, darling.” Steven spoke, taking control, for the first time in a while. He looked at her with awe and devotion, as if she were one of the Egyptian deities that fascinated him so much.
They loved her, they were lucky.
“I couldn’t agree more with Steven.” Marc said now.
After hearing those words, she kissed him. Well, them. Lovingly and passionately.
Round 2 perhaps was coming?
It was 3:17 in the morning when things started to get complicated. To get ugly.
An immense pain ran through her abdomen and back. Everything was spinning, she felt weak. Really weak. A few moments after trying to overcome the feeling of dizziness, she felt something wet and warm between her legs. She tried to sit up again and awkwardly put a hand to her crotch.
“No, no, no. No… it can’t be, it’s still too early.” whispered in panic. “Marc…!” She tried to call out to her husband in the darkness, she couldn’t see anything. “Marc?” She received no answer. “Ste-Steven?”
Trying to find the switch for the lamp, which was on the bedside table, another wave of pain came over her, but this time with much more intensity, causing her to groan in pain and clutch her belly. Once the light was on, she looked at her hand, which she had previously taken to the wet spot to see what it was.
However, she did not expect to find blood on it. Panicking, she pulled back the sheets that covered her and was able to see the whole thing, horrified and shocked.
Blood. A lot of blood.
The side of the bed where she slept was awash with the warm dark scarlet liquid. It wasn’t until she could smell it that she turned her head in the direction of the side where her husband used to sleep. “Marc.” She said panicking, her face pale, lacking its usual colour. Tears began to form. Marc was missing.
“So if it’s a girl, do you want to name her Layla?” Steven asked her as he tried to assemble the baby’s crib
“Yes.” Replied the soon-to-be-mom as she rocked in the chair, stroking her not-so-swollen belly. “Why? Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”
Steven shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, the name is beautiful and I adore Layla…but do you think it’s a good idea to name your daughter after your husband’s ex-girlfriend?” Steven asked, tightening one of the screws on the crib. He looked at the woman who hadn’t answered him.
“I have you both because of her. She’s the one who made Marc come back to me, who made him come to his senses to fight for us and not let his fears get the better of him. Thanks to her I have you too, Steven.” She paused slightly as she stood up and walked over to stand next to him, where she sat down on the floor next to the man. “She’s a great person, and a very dear friend. I feel it’s the least I can do.”
“Well…” said Steven, placing a hand on his wife’s, squeezing it lovingly, as he nodded his head. “It sounds like the right name for our daughter. Well… in case it’s a girl.”
She planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’m glad we agree.” She whispered with a goofy grin.
“I didn’t say I agreed.” Marc intervened in the conversation, being the one who took control of the body.
The woman sighed. “Ugh, Marc…” she complained, dropping her head on his shoulder.
“I like the name, I really do, but I think we’re overdoing it. I think it’s a little weird that my wife wants to name our daughter after my ex. Nothing more.” Spoke the soon-to-be-dad in an accelerated manner.
“And what do you think our daughter should be named?” she folded her arms, waiting for an answer from the dark-haired man.
“Well… I’m not sure, but I like this nickname, as a diminutive of-”
”-Tattie. He likes Tattie, as a nickname.“ Steven interrupted Marc, who as he regained control of his body frowned.
"Steven…” sighed Marc in exasperation.
“And what the hell is Tattie diminutive of?”
“Well, it’s short for-”
“-Taweret!” Steven cut Marc off again.
“Steven!” Marc exclaimed. “Stop interrupting me.”
“You want to call our daughter Taweret!?” Exclaimed the female before letting out a laugh. “I love Taweret, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to name our daughter after an Egyptian goddess. She’d get bullied at the playground. And besides, if I’m not mistaken, in Scotland they use that word for the potatoes. I think.”
“Hey, I didn’t laugh when you said Leyla. Besides, she’s the one who helped us get back from the Duat.”
The woman stopped laughing when she heard that part. The fact that she had discovered that Marc had died when he had left her to protect her was something that every time the subject came up, she shuddered. She felt guilty in a way, responsible for not being able to stop him from leaving, from dying. She always felt her heart sinking.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed. You’re right, it makes sense that you would want to call our daughter that.” As she spoke, he caressed her cheeks and then placed a kiss on her forehead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips on her. “But now that I think about it… Tattie makes sense, the baby won’t be much bigger than a potato now.”
“Small potato!” Steven exclaimed bringing his face close to the level of her belly. “Oi! How’s it going in there, sweetheart?”
She giggled, as she listened intently to the nonsense, the caresses and kisses that landed on her belly Marc and Steven, as they took turns doing it.
“You’re going to be a show as parents.” She commented in a murmur, shaking my head.
When she tried to get out of bed her whole body was shaking and everything was spinning, as she clumsily moved towards the door awkwardly, she kept calling out for her husband, who showed no signs of life.
“Where could he have gone?” she thought, over and over again. “Marc… Steven? I-I need you-” she tried to hold back her sobs.
It couldn’t be possible that this was happening.
“Guys…” she couldn’t hold back her sobs as she looked down at her legs and saw that her pajama trousers were completely stained with blood. She looked down at the floor as well, and could see the trail of blood she had been leaving from the bed to the door of her room. “Tattie…” she moaned in pain, in tears, as she put both hands to her belly.
She couldn’t lose her. Not her baby.
Not now.
“I want to try something. Well, Steven wants to try something.” Marc moaned as he thrusted inside her, again and again, fast and hard. Just the way she liked it so much.
God, how they loved to feel and hear her. To praise her, to touch her, to kiss her, to pleasure her.
“Oh? What-what do you want to try? You know you can- Fuck! Ow- oh! He can try anything he wants. He-he ah! He knows.” She closed her eyes, as she felt her husband’s lips on her neck, slowly moving down to her breasts, now larger and rounder due to her state. “Ahh… Steven do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, completely.”
Steven continued to thrust inside her with the same intensity. “You don’t know how much I love to hear that, darling.” He said, giving her a look, watching as she closed her eyes at the pleasure coursing through her body.
Seeing her reaction to his touch.
Then he took one of her breasts into his mouth and began to suck on it, not forgetting, of course, to massage the other one and play with her sensitive nipple.
“Sweet.” He murmured after his first taste of that white liquid that first came out of her breast. “You have no idea how sweet you are.”
“Don’t even think about stopping.” She moaned, clinging her legs to his hips as she ran her hands through his hair.
And so he continued.
The house was completely dark, except for the small light coming from down the hallway and passing under the bathroom door at the end of the hall. She could hear water running, possibly from the shower. It sounded like someone was in there.
“Steven?” she encouraged herself to ask in the dark, in a faint voice, as she slowly made her way forward, leaning against the wall. “Something’s not right. The baby…” she tried to contain herself, once again. “Something’s not right.”
Her legs failed as she stumbled over something on the floor. She fell to her knees and hands, and that’s when she came across something she hadn’t expected to see.
A gun, large caliber.
What the fuck?
She looked up as she heard the water stop, and could see a shadow, underneath the door, moving towards to open it.
It was a Sunday afternoon, the weather was fine and the breeze was warm, that was the day he first said those words.
“I love you.” Steven broke the silence, looking down at her. She was holding his head in her lap and playing with his hair. They were lying on the grass in the park, the one not far from their house. It was her favourite, because of simple details like that. “I love you.” He repeated with a big smile on his face.
“I love you too.” It was the first time they’d both said it, even though they’d already spent two years getting to know each other and living together as a couple. Well, as a trio rather. “Very much.”
“Fucking finally, man. I’m glad you said it already.” Marc commented, taking control of his body. “But just so you know, I was here first, Steven.” Marc joked.
“I love you too, Mr. Spector.”
“I know. How not to.”
“You cheeky bastard.”
That man, who appeared to be Marc or Steven, leaned against the door frame, arms folded, as he stared at her silently. He had a towel tied around his waist, water dripping down the rest of his body, from his tousled, curly hair. He looked at her with curiosity
“I need help…”
“I can see that.” Said that familiar, yet unfamiliar voice. It was like Marc and Steven’s, but different. More indifferent. Cold. Distant.
She gave him a glance right after hearing his words, she could see him approaching her. “There is too much blood.” He commented as he looked at the huge stain on her pajamas and the trail she had left behind her. “It’s not all yours though, don’t worry.”
It was then, thanks to the bathroom light that now illuminated the entire hallway, that she could see a pile of clothes, which belonged to her boys, stained with blood next to her. “Who the fuck are you?” She asked him through her teeth.
“Oh, right. We’ve never met before.” Spoke the man she didn’t recognise, as he squatted down in front of her. “You don’t know how hard it’s been to hide and not give any indication of my existence. It’s exhausting.”
She let out a grunt at what had been the worst wave of pain she had ever felt. She could feel more blood welling up, too, and trickling down her thighs to the floor. Still, she never took her eyes off the stranger.
Everything began to spin more and more. She knew she would not be conscious much longer.
“Excuse my manners, bonita.” He let out a small laugh, then grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eye. “My name is Jake Lockley, and I am the new owner of this body.”
Her arms and knees failed her, she fell back to the ground. She struggled to stay awake, to stay alert. She could feel, still, familiar arms pick her up off the ground and carry her firmly. She could smell their scent, Marc and Steven’s. That comforted her.
She didn’t know where the man was taking her. Jake Lockley. She didn’t have time to worry either, because everything went black.
She no longer felt anything.
But deep down she hoped that everything was going to be all right.
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This weekend, hopefully tonight, I’ll post the second part of I CAN ALMOST SEE YOU! There will be a bit of Smut, Fluff, and Angst. We will also have Soft!Marc and Soft!Steven! So if you’re interested and want me to tag you, just interact with this post and check the fist part, perhaps?✨
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Update:Here is the link to the second part! ’Now I can see you’!
☾ Can you see me? ☽
Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader / Marc Spector x Fem!Reader / Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Part three of ‘I can almost see you’and‘Now I can see you’.
Third part of the story; One-shot??; ANGST; tiny bit of fluff.
Summary:After a traumatic experience, without Marc and Steven by your side, all you have left is Jake Lockley. A complete stranger to you.
Warnings:Pregnancy, blood loss, possible death, kinda OOC!Jake Lockley?
Feedback is really appreciated! If you like this comment please!
Italics are flashbacks!
Gif credits to their respective owner!
It was instinctive. The first thing she did when she opened her eyes, with difficulty, and realised that she was in unfamiliar surroundings — in a hospital, apparently — was to put her hands to her belly.
She felt no pain at all, possibly because of the medication.
What she did feel was how her belly, which the last time she touched was full and round, was now soft and empty, slightly swollen as well.
Her baby was not where it was supposed to be. That’s when panic came overwhelmingly upon her.
“Where’s my baby?” she asked, looking around agitatedly, as she sat back up in bed. A sense of despair washed over her, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to look around, searching for her baby. “W-where’s my daughter!?” She exclaimed demanding an answer when she saw a nurse enter the room.
“Mrs. Spector, don’t worry.” The nurse told her as he came to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You must not waste your strength.”
“Where’s my baby?” she asked the nurse, agitated, almost out of breath. “Is she all right? Is she—?”
At that moment, she could see that behind the nurse, coming through the doorway was Layla, accompanied by another nurse.
"Call the doctor.” Said the attending nurse to his colleague, who nodded and disappeared.
“Layla.” Called the woman to her friend, who came to her and held her hand as she sat beside her on the edge of the bed. “I don’t want a doctor. I want my baby.”
“I’m sorry, ma'am, but that won’t be possible. The little one is-”
“-No. No. No. I want my baby. My— bring me my baby. Bring me my daughter!” She exclaimed to the nurse, who turned away from her as she saw how upset she was starting to get.
Layla tried to calm her down, calling her name and taking both of her hands, trying to get her attention in an attempt to calm her down.
“I want my daughter! My baby! Bring her to me!
It was then when the doctor and two other nurses entered the room, between them they laid her back down on the bed. She was so panicked and agitated because of not receiving any clear answer to her request, that it caused the monitor which she was hooked up to, to start beeping.
Her vitals were skyrocketing. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest.
"Easy, easy. Honey, it’s okay. Everything is gonna be fine.” One of the nurses said as she held her.
She glanced towards the door, where before she was knocked unconscious again, due to the sedative she had been given, that she could see the familiar silhouette of a man.
“Marc…?” was the last thing she could whisper with difficulty, before the sedation took effect.
She looked at the cot that Steven had once set up for the baby.
It was empty, her daughter wasn’t sleeping in it as she had once hoped to see when she came home from the hospital. She felt guilty about everything that had happened.
She never thought she would come home from the hospital with empty arms, alone. Without her daughter or her boys.
She felt like she was drowning on dry land.
“I’m so sorry…” she whispered as she picked up a small stuffed animal from the cot. A small camel, which had been so funny to Steven once, when they had seen it the first time they had gone shopping for their daughter. “You’re supposed to be here, with me. You’re supposed to be in my arms…” she whispered tearfully, as she sat down in the rocking chair, still staring at the cot.
She couldn’t help but burst into tears as she rocked and cuddled the little cuddly toy, wishing it was her daughter.
When she opened her eyes again, the room was dark. Night had fallen. She could see at the end of her bed, by the window, the silhouette of her husband.
There was a full moon that night.
The soft light coming through the window illuminated his face, he was silent, watching the city through the window. His beautiful dark, curly hair reflected the light, in the way she loved to watch, as when they used to take evening strolls in summer under the starry nights.
“What happened?” She asked him in a whisper, fearful of the answer he might give her.
He looked at her for a few seconds, silent again, before moving a little closer to the bed. “You had a severe panic attack this morning. They had to sedate you to calm you down.”
The woman tried to quiet all the thoughts racing through her mind. She had to focus and ask the one question she felt most urgent to ask. “Is our daughter… alive?”
“Yes. She’s alive.”
Jake. It was Jake Lockley who had answered it, not Marc or Steven.
“How long have I been here?” She asked him with a frown, watching as he moved closer to her.
“Almost a week.” He replied, as he ran a hand through his hair. “Do you remember anything about what happened that night?”
“I remember all the blood.” She replied sharply. “All my blood, and the one you told me wasn’t mine, too. I remember you too, claiming to be the new owner of the body.” She gritted her teeth, seeing him sitting next to her. “You are the Avatar of Khonshu.”
“That’s not a question.”
“It’s a fact.” She spat. “Just like it’s a fact that it was you who killed Harrow.”
“Bingo.”
“Why are you still here?”
“Why would I be?” He asked, tilting his head, curious to know her answer. “Because of my daughter. Because of you.”
“She’s not your daughter.” She said angrily. “She’s mine, and Marc and Steven’s. I don’t know who the fuck you are, I don’t know you.”
“Bonita, that’s a bit hypocritical of you, don’t you think?” he laughed wryly. “Weren’t you the one who told her husband that she would accept any of his personalities? That they were part of the package and that you loved him unconditionally even with them?” He took her by the chin and smiled arrogantly. “Well, spoiler alert, my dear. I am one of them.”
She turned her face away from his grip. “I want you to leave.”
“Ah nah. That’s not going to happen.” He sighed as he stood up. “I’ve come to stay, preciosa.”
After that they didn’t cross any words again that night. She tried to go back to sleep, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Marc and Steven’s absence. Jake seemed to really mean it when he said he was the new owner of the body. She was mentally tired. All she wanted was to see her daughter, who she knew was alive. Thanks goodness.
Her heart sank at the thought that as long as that baby had been in this world, she hadn’t been able to be held by either of her parents. She was struggling to survive alone. She still couldn’t visit her, she was still too weak from all the blood loss she had suffered and from the incision in her lower abdomen, which hurt. Now all she could think about was her little girl.
She was way too deep in her own thoughts, while she cried silently. Mental and physical exhaustion finally got the better of her, causing her to fall asleep, with her face and pillow wet with tears.
“Did you get a chance to see her?” She asked Layla the next morning. Her friend smiled and nodded her head.
“I have pictures!” Her friend said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone. “Look.” She handed the phone to her and for the first time she could see what her daughter looked like.
She no longer had to imagine her.
“Oh man… she’s tiny. Sh-she’s beautiful.” A huge smile formed on her face, as she watched the image intently. Tears began to form in her eyes again. “Look at her…” she brushed away the tears and continued to stare at the picture. “Baby girl Spector.” She said reading the small poster with all the information that was on the incubator, in which her little girl was in.
Baby girl Spector.
16.3 inches.
3.67 pounds.
The little girl had no name yet.
“She has very dark hair. She’s very strong, like you.” Layla commented, with a small smile, as she looked at the image as well.
“She looks just like them.” The girl’s mother observed.
“She looks just like you too, you know? When she’s asleep, she smiles.” Layla said, taking her hand on her own, and squeezing it affectionately. “She’s a happy little girl. She knows she’s loved.”
“Have you been able to hold her?”
“No. It didn’t feel right to do it, if you have not done it first.” Layla replied, looking at her. “But don’t worry, Jake and the nurses spend the whole day with her. In fact, she spends more time in his arms than she does in the incubator practically.”
“Jake?” She asked her with a slight frown as she heard the name of the man still unknown to her. “You know Jake?”
“Yeah, sure.” Her curly haired friend replied. “He was the one who called me when he brought you here the other day. He was the one who asked me to come as soon as possible.”
She nodded slowly as she listened to what she just told her. “Layla, I don’t know him. I don’t know who he is.”
“I know, neither do I. But… he does know you, as weird as that sounds.”
“Has he really been with her all this time?”
“If he wasn’t with little Tattie, he was here on guard duty all night. He hasn’t left the hospital since you arrived.”
“Honey, it’s time to go.” A male voice called to her from somewhere in the house. “Honey?” he called back when he received no response from her.
“I’m here."answered her. "In the nursery.”
He walked through the door and approached her. He put his hand on her shoulder to let her know she wasn’t alone. “Hey… are you okay?” He asked as he knelt down in front of her and cupped her face. “My love?”
“I feel like this is all my fault. Th-that she’s not here with us at home, because I failed her.” The woman replied in a trembling voice.
“She’s fine, she’s completely fine. She’s healthy, and she’s happy.”
“Still - I - I feel like I haven’t done enough to protect her and keep her safe. She’s supposed to be here.” Her lower lip trembled.
“Honey, it’s not your fault. Nothing that’s happened is your fault. You’ve done everything right. These things… sometimes happen, and that doesn’t mean you didn’t do everything you could for her.” The man reaffirmed her as he stroked her cheeks and wiped them dry. “She’s finally coming home. She’s made it, okay?”
"Do you think she’ll hate me?” She asked as she took his hands and held them to her chest.
“Hate you? No. She’s going to adore you, you’re her mum after all.” He whispered resting a kiss on her hands. “She knows she’s very lucky to have you. Just like me.”
She grabbed his face and kissed him sweetly and softly. “I adore you. You always know just the right thing to say at the right time.” She rested her forehead against his, while closing her eyes for s second.
Several days later, when the doctor gave her the go-ahead to leave the room for the first time since she woke up, and a nurse pushed her wheelchair into the NICU, she knew she would meet Jake there.
In a way, after the conversation she had with Layla and the comment she made about Jake keeping watch for them, her perception of him changed. She knew that he hadn’t shown himself for very long, and that through Marc and Steven’s eyes, he had gotten to know her. And she wanted to think that in some way he cared about her and her daughter.
But a small part of her also felt at a disadvantage. For on her side she knew nothing about him except that he was Khonshu’s avatar. It was clear to her that, the least, she owed her husband to try to get to know this new person with whom he shared a body.
“I love you and all the people who live inside you. No exceptions.” That was what she once said to Marc, after he came back into her life.
Loving Steven was easy. Falling in love with Steven was really easy. He showed the more vulnerable side that Marc often couldn’t show, he fit in those little gaps, perfectly, where Marc, for her, took longer to fit in. There was a perfect balance. The three of them were very close and the communication flowed magnificently, making the dynamic between them idyllic.
Things with Jake, however, were going to take a little longer. But She was willing to give him a chance. She wanted to get to know him, to know how he thought and acted. No matter how distant and surly he seemed to be. He was a complicated person.
But complexity has its own beauty.
“You were right.” It was the first thing she said to him once the nurse left her wheelchair next to the reclining chair he was in, with the baby in his arms. “I was a hypocrite.”
Jake, who had been keeping his eyes closed as he held her daughter, opened them at the sound of the voice of the woman who now stood beside him. He watched her for a few seconds, silently, before lowering his gaze to where the newborn lay, sleeping peacefully, enjoying the warmth emanating from his body. “It’s your turn.”
“Excuse me?” The woman questioned him hesitantly.
“To hold your daughter. You’re up.” Lockley spoke as he shifted his position in the chair, ready to give the mother her daughter. The little girl began to fidget in discomfort at the drastic change of position.
“No. No, don’t move.” She whispered, seeing the frown on the baby’s face, who was about to start crying. “I don’t wanna disturb her. She seems peaceful in your embrace.” It pained her to say it, she was dying for holding her in her arms.
"She needs to be with her mother. I’m not her father- I-”
“I was wrong, completely wrong.” She whispered, resting a hand on his chest, so that he would lie still with the baby in his arms. “I once told Marc that I would love him and everyone who lived inside him, no exceptions. So… I accept you, totally. You’re part of the package. You’re part of our lives now, mine, and especially hers.” She rested the hand that had previously been on his chest on her dark-haired daughter’s back. He caressed her tenderly and gently. She was so tiny, she seemed so delicate.
“Hey, bonita-”
“Don’t you dare interrupt me.” She pointed a finger at the man. “You’re her father, too.” The young woman finished. “I can’t be the one to stop her from growing up without her father — well, one of them. She deserves you to be a part of her.” She lifted her gaze, which she had kept on the little dark-haired newborn the whole time, and watched his expression.
A big smile was plastered on Jake’s face. “Thank you.” Was all he said in a whisper, as he cupped her cheek with one of his hands.
“Thank you, for saving our lives.” She thanked him back, weirdly enjoying the caress. “For taking care of us.”
“That’s what you do for family, cariño.” He whispered before resting a kiss on the baby girl’s head, who stirred in his arms, and unexpectedly grabbed a finger from her mother.
“Family…” she said with a bittersweet feeling.
She missed Marc and Steven. It hurt her that they couldn’t be there.
“You know, I can’t be the reason she can’t grow up without her parents either.” Jake admitted, giving her a fleeting glance. “Marc and Steven deserve to be here with her too. I’ll give them control. But first… let me hold Vienna for a little while longer. Please.” He asked.
“Of course.” She said almost breathlessly as she heard his words, tears beginning to form in her eyes. “By the way. Vienna? You called her Vienna, why?” She asked him as she realised how he had addressed the little girl.
“I know that’s where you and Marc met, and I thought it was a symbolic thing to do.
"Vienna. I love it, it suits her.” Mrs. Spector said, as she stroked the soft hair on her daughter’s head. “Vienna… I think we have a name for you, sweetheart.” She placed a kiss on the baby’s tiny hand.
“You should understand, I didn’t want to keep calling the child potato. It’s absurd.” Commented the baby’s third father. “Vivi is more fitting, in my opinion.”
“Tattie is cute, though.”
“I stand by what I said.”
“Mummy and daddies.” Layla called out to little Vienna’s parents. “It’s time to take Layla Jr. home!” her friend exclaimed excitedly as she did little jumps of joy, with a big smile on her face.
It had already been several weeks since Marc and Steven had returned and also taken control of the body again. Now they, along with Jake, were taking equal control. At first it had been a complete disaster, as Marc and Steven had to get used to the idea and adapt to the fact that there was now a third person living in the same body as them. In the first few days, there had been a lot of arguing between them, due to the inability to be there for their wife and daughter, but as the days went by, tolerance set in and a new dynamic was formed.
A chaotic but functional dynamic, at least.
“Layla, no.” Jake said to the woman. “Her name is Vienna.”
“Junior’s funny.” Steven commented as he smiled.
“I mean she is not wrong. The kid’s name is Vienna Layla Spector, so…”
The smile disappeared as Marc took control. “We need to agree on how we’re going to address the little one, people. All of this is gonna confuse her even more.”
“Vivi.” Spoke the child’s mother, as she rocked her in her arms. The little girl looked around her with curiosity due to the amount of voices she heard around her. “Little Vivi.”
“Look at her. What a pretty little thing. You are the most precious thing ever, aren’t you? Aren’t you? Ah? Who’s a cute little munchkin?” Steven spoke sweetly, with a baby voice to his daughter.
“Steven, you’re embarrassing me.” Jake mumbled holding a hand to his face.
"Lockley. Don’t get me started. You were even worse than him.” Layla blurted out, as she pulled out a Polaroid from the bag she was carrying. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to take a picture of you all together before I take your asses home.”
“All right.” Smiled Marc as he took his wife by the waist, who briefly hid her head in his neck and planted a brief kiss, then smiled and posed for the camera.
“Ready? One… two… three-”
“Oi! Wait no!” Steven tried to warn Layla not to take the picture.
Flash.
Too late.
“What happened?” Layla asked, confused as she took the picture the camera just spit out.
“Vienna just had a blowout.” Commented the little girl’s mother, who was holding her in her arms and trying to hold back the urge to laugh at the scene. Both she and Vienna were fully covered in poop now.
“Perfect timing, I see.”
Layla looked at the picture she had just taken, it still had a while to fully develop, but she could already see how picturesque it was going to be. “A picture is worth a thousand words.” She commented with mockery.
“Oi, Jake! It’s your turn to change your daughter’s nappy, mate.”
The end?
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I was inspired. I miss them.
Any Moon Knight request?
I find myself enjoying a lot to write about the Moon Knight boys, so I wanted to let you guys know that I would love to write for you! I can write anything and everything you ask for!
So go ahead!
Meanwhile I will leave here my two first works about these fine gentlemen:
- Summary:What happens after Marc leaves suddenly.
- Summary:Two years after Marc’s return, life with him and Steven seems to be going the way you always wanted it to, until blood starts to drip again.
- Summary:After a traumatic experience, without Marc and Steven by your side, all you have left is Jake Lockley. A complete stranger.
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