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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2013-04-25 04:11 am (UTC)(link)Re: Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2013-05-04 08:41 am (UTC)(link)Re: Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2013-05-09 10:25 am (UTC)(link)I'm really happy to see so much involvement in my prompt.
Don't worry Writer!Anon, I will wait, take your time ;)
Baby Love Child [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-15 02:52 am (UTC)(link)6th of March, 1756
I am more than ready for my child to enter the world.
This pregnancy has been a knowledgeable experience, but one I do not wish to repeat any time soon. Some of the more mundane tasks have become like chores to me. My breasts have become rather tender as of late, sore and leaky with what I can only guess is milk. They’ve also swelled to at least twice their normal size; a horrid thing indeed.
My lower back feels as if a horse has kicked it and it won’t stop. Walking has become a somewhat tiring exercise that I only do if needed and I can no longer see or reach my feet. I’ve forgone wearing multiple layers of clothes, for they can no longer hide my bulging belly. Around my sixth month my tailor began making these wonderful dresses for me. They are very comfortable dresses, loose-fitting and fashionable. As wonderful as they are, I am growing tired of them as much as I am with the heavy weight in my stomach.
I would just like to fit into my old clothes once again. Is that too much to ask?
As February faded into March, Heather had entered her ninth month and she was starting to become a bit hostile. Some of the smallest things would send her into a flurry of angry curses and violent tantrums. Her men were growing anxious, because whatever they would say to her always had some kind of emotional effect on her. (Hickey had learned the hard way when he'd commented on her leaking breasts).
It was as if the child did not want to come out of her. Over the past month, it had shifted downward and rolled along her pelvis, something that made her very uncomfortable. But the child had a favorite spot it would seem, a spot that was nestled just above Heather's bladder. It was this spot that the child chose to rest in at night when Heather laid down for bed, dropping all of its weight against the sensitive muscle. This resulted in Heather having to relieve herself multiple times per night and keeping her restless in the day.
She'd spoken to her physician but he'd told her that the child would come when it was ready and that there was no need to induce labor. He did recommend her to go on walks, to relieve some of the pressure in her pelvis and help the child settle into a good birthing position.
So heeding her doctor's advice, Heather began taking walks during the evening around her New York estate. Charles would accompany her on every walk, to make sure nothing happened. She was grateful for the company.
"What do you plan on naming the child, Madam Kenway?" Charles had asked. They were on one of the evening strolls, with Charles leading the way.
Heather rubbed her belly with one hand through her jacket, her other arm wrapped around Charles'. "I do not know. I suppose it will depend on the gender." She said as she waddled along beside him.
"Do you have any names in mind, then?"
"If it is a girl, then probably Abigail, Clara or Elizabeth; a boy, James, or Henry, maybe Edward, after my father."
Charles hummed but said nothing else. They continued their walk in blissful silence.
"Are you nervous?" Charles' quiet voice broke up the silence.
"About what?" She asked.
He shifted the arm in her grasp awkwardly. “I've personally never seen a woman give birth before, but I have heard that it is not a pleasant experience."
She let out a short chuckle, rubbing her belly slower. “I should hope not. I will be pushing a small person out of my nether regions, and nothing about that screams 'comfortable'".
He released a small sigh. "Madam Kenway---"
"Don’t worry about me Charles; I'm not nervous, I'm anxious. I'd rather much get it over with already."
“And when it happens, I’ll be right beside you madam.”
Again she laughed, confusing the man at her side. “It’s only childbirth Charles, I’m sure I can handle it.” She gave him a small smile, to which he returned. “But I am thankful for the support.”
And she was, really.
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She shouldn’t have been out and she knew it.
Heather needed to run some errands. Since her men were busy, she decided to run them herself. The chill of winter was starting to melt away to make room for springtime rain and warmer temperatures. It was early morning and the streets of New York weren’t as packed as they were in the afternoon. Heather took this opportunity to head to a general store.
As soon as she found out that she was with child, she began to stock up on baby supplies, such as clothes and nappies and foods. Her men had helped, but mostly everything was what she bought. She needed more nappies and the general store that was nearest to her estate had none, so she had to hightail it across the city towards the other one. Once she reached the store, she’d realized that walking across the city was a bad idea.
She needed to catch her breath once she made it to the store, for the walk had her more winded than if she’d ran across the rooftops. Her swollen ankles made her legs wobbly and her sore back made her womb feel heavier. Her breasts were the only thing that weren’t bothering her but she knew that would cease to be once everything else stopped hurting. She shuffled inside to take a breather.
“I’m glad to see you’ve stopped by to see me.”
Heather turned in her seat only to see Benjamin Franklin standing behind her, a quiet smile on his face. He held a book in one hand and his bifocals in the other. “I wasn’t sure you would return, not after that last conversation that we held.”
“It was… an interesting one, to say the least, but not overtly offensive to me, Benjamin.”
He gave a short chuckle, “That’s what I like to hear.” Placing his bifocals back on, he took in the sight of Heather, taking a seat next to her. “Miss Kenway, might I ask what a woman in your condition is doing out and about?”
Her hand unconsciously settled on her belly. “I need supplies.”
“Surely there is a general store closer to your home?”
“It doesn’t have what I need.”
He chuckled again. “You are a brave one. For a woman who is so heavy with child, the walk here must have been treacherous.”
She stood and headed towards the counter. “You’ve no idea.”
“That I don’t.” He stood as well, heading towards the door. “Meet me outside once you’ve acquired your goods. Carrying those plus the child must not be good for your body, so I will arrange a ride back for you; think of it as a payback for collecting my almanac pages.”
Thank the lord for inventors.
Re: Baby Love Child [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-19 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)Can't wait to see how Heather handles her role as a mother, it'll be interesting to observe...
Re: Baby Love Child [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-06-20 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, Writer!Anon, what a wonderful chapter ! As usual, if I dare say, your writing skills are truly amazing.
The references to Hickey & Franklin's conversations are both hilarious.
I love the fact that you develop the plot around Heather's pregnancy, you describe it so well.
And Connor is already so stubborn, no doubt his mother will need a LOT of self-control.
PLEASE CONTINUE!
(Anonymous) 2017-07-25 03:26 am (UTC)(link)Lots of feels for the Templars!