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Rabbit Done Died Meme

"The rabbit died" is an old saying meaning one is pregnant, coming from the now no longer practiced rabbit test.

Congratulations!

You're pregnant. Knocked up. Eating for two. Have a bun in the oven.
Insert your own cliched phrase here. No matter how you say it, you're
downright fertilized. Even if you're not typically in possession of a
womb, somehow it happened. Are you scared? Happy? Gassy? A combination
of everything? And who's the father, anyway?

1. Post with your character with their name and series in the subject line. If
you want to avoid any of the options, this would also be a good place to
list them.
2. This is one of those RNG memes, so you'll want to go to our good friend Random Number Generator and roll 1-6 for how far along you are. Or just pick what one you'd prefer.
3. If you're replying to someone, roll 1-4 for how you factor into this madness!

So, how far along are you anyway?

1. Two months - Sooooo all this sickness is kind of annoying, isn't it? At least you can still fit in your old clothes, right?

2. Four months - Okay, so things are getting a little tight. Time to break out the flowy stuff!

3. Six months - OH MY GOD IT'S AN ALI-- oh, no. It's just the baby moving. Although it's still kind of creepy, isn't it?

4. Eight months - Please. Please let it be over. Have mercy.

5. Overdue - C'mon kid! I'll buy you a pony! NO! TWO PONIES! My baaaaaack.

6. Wildcard - Your choice!

What's your role in this whole mess, person replying?

1. YOU ARE THE FATHER - Well, now you've gone and done it. Are you going to take responsibility, or head for the hills?

2. Friend - You may not have done the deed, but you're going to be there to help your buddy. No matter HOW weird the circumstances!

3. Enemy - Do you feel a 'HAW HAW' coming on? This is just too funny.

4. Wildcard - Second verse, same as the first.

Not my meme. Shamelessly copied!

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"Look what I found!" Aaron backed into the living room, dumping a dusty cardboard box on top of the coffee table. Cassie immediately came over, helping her father pry open the flaps. The girl was the first to pull out tent-like heaps of fabric, the particular article of clothing a florid floral mess of patterns that the tiny redhead squealed over.

"I seem to remember that being put on top for a reason," the blonde told the girl's mother. Cassie had draped the wide, drooping shirt over her shoulders like a cape whilst Aaron told his partner, "aren't you just happy to see these again?"

"Thrilled." Kay had ambled for the box, too. Yeah, she'd left that one on top intentionally -- to catch spiders. She started picking through the next layer down of maternity wear. "I have this hopeful recollection that not all of it is as hideous as that thing. What do you figure, Cassie? You wanna keep that one?" she asked her daughter.

As the girl crowed her approval of that idea, parading around and flapping the thing, Kay started pulling out dusty shirts. She'd only just started needing them, really, but the spacious basement sometimes took weeks to vomit up whatever box they needed at any given time, so she was happy that Aaron had managed to find this one with such good time. She didn't relish stretching all of her tees for the sake of Cassie's impending sibling. "Thanks," she told the man, and held a teal getup up to her front. "What do you think? Sexy, no?"

"If you weren't already knocked up," Aaron bit his lip, the expression largely jesting. Cassie had taken her cape and was swooshing it around the ever patient Vanar's head by this point, so Aaron left Kay to her explorations while he scooped up his daughter, hooting, "a magical cape for a super hero! What's your super-hero name, kiddo?"

Cassie was too busy screaming bloody glee (or murder, or perhaps both) to answer coherently, as her father was swinging her around the room to 'fly'. This was probably something that he shouldn't have done -- just last week she'd learned that she could climb the counter by willing herself up near the cookie jar.

Well, it was an arms-race with the child, and it always would be -- might as well play on her level, as much as her less-supernatural dad could. Kay watched the two with a grin, then chuckled quietly to herself and shook her head. Hormones were making her mushy; watching him and Cassie play had just about prompted waterworks -- the good kind, at least -- so she turned her attention back to the practical matters at hand.

Soon she'd filtered through the things and pulled out the less embarrassing of the early-pregnancy getups. "Back in a sec," she told the pair, trotting up the stairs to toss the clothes in their room for the time being before coming back down.

Cassie had managed to fold the horrible thing so that it had a hood -- more or less -- ridiculous, but she had decided that it apparently made her a super villain rather than a hero, and she was running about menacing her dad.

"You're a villain?" Aaron exclaimed, holding his hands up. Cassie had learned that she could cast imaginary fireballs at some point, possibly told by her mother, and now she was swirling her hands haphazardly one around another, voice a noisy garble of fire-noises as she narrated the terrible vengeance of the bee that she'd had the misfortune of being stung by last weekend. "No, don't you catch me in the cross-fire -- arrrghghgg!" She'd turned her attention on him at the very mention, squealing in vicious child-joy as he play-acted being felled by her doom-ray, or fire-blast, or magic missile. She didn't quite bother to explain.

It was from the floor, then, with Vanar licking his face in concern and perhaps delight and a happily, evilly shrieking Cassie sitting on his stomach that Kay returned to a few minutes later. When Aaron spotted her, he put up a single thumb, though that might also have been his attempt to hitch hike out of his current mess.

Kay swooped in and snatched up the super-child, which was not as easy as it used to be. "And now you're caught for your dastardly deeds!" she told Cassie, who was flailing and shrieking protest as Kay hoisted the five-year-old over her shoulder. "You know evil always loses, right?" Not strictly true, but an easy enough guideline for a preschooler.

"No it doesn't!" Cassie countered, advocating for her chosen occupation today.

"Sure it does!" Kay was carrying Cassie about, holding tight to her daughter and laughing. "It gets caught, and thrown in jail!" She tossed the little girl down on the couch, eliciting a howl of enraged protest.

"Careful, she'll change professions to escape artist," Aaron told the woman. Shoving their concerned dog away after a reassuring dog-smooch, the blonde dragged himself up onto the couch next to Cassie. "Don't worry, girl, apicide's only one, two week's worth of detention and maybe a fine of five hand-turkey drawings. The patricide thing, though..." he shook his head sadly, honking her nose.

Cassie shrieked, grabbing his hand. "What's pat... what's that?" she wanted to know, picking her stolen nose from her father's hands.

"It's when girls are very mean to their poor fathers," Aaron told her. "It means they lose their noses and are locked up in jail forever and ever!"

"I'm not in jail!" Cassie exclaimed, still miffed by the sudden punishment zone that the couch had become.

"Maybe not," her father told her, "but if you go on killing innocent beestanders, the karma-monster will creep up and get you." He realized it was probably a bad idea to put visions of frightening monsters into a very imaginative and reactive child's mind, but he couldn't quite bring himself to avoid the mention.

It had certainly quieted Cassie for the moment, a frown wrinkling her little brow. When Kay fwumped down on the couch on her other side, she scrambled off and headed for her playroom with an air of purpose to her. Kay watched their daughter go, grinning -- well, okay, more smiling.

"That kid's really something," she said to her partner once Cassie was out of earshot, watching after her. Cassie was loud, naturally smart, and as kids went she was a charmer and she had been since she was an infant. If one managed to avoid her temper tantrums. She was hard to keep a handle on, but then, there was no way the two of them would have produced a docile child. In light of that, in the long view, she was happy for Cassie's temper and capricious nature… though in the day to day, perhaps, it was an exercise in trying to cultivate endless, Buddha-like patience.

"Your fault, not mine," Aaron replied smartly, chuckling and putting his arm around the woman's shoulders, inching over until he was sitting next to her. "If it were just me, we'd be living in a charcoal shack."

"Shit, I'm down with charcoal," Kay laughed, but she did lean in to Aaron's arm, pleased. She was the kind of woman who seemed to glow a little extra while gestating, and at the moment -- before it got her ungainly and waddling -- it was a good look on her.

She crossed her hands over her belly, lacing her fingers together, narrowing her eyes slightly against another irrational, hormone-fuelled barrage of feeling. Most of the time she managed to avoid getting really soppy at him, but she did comment, "I'm glad we're having another."

"You seem to be handling this one pretty well," the blonde noted, remembering a plethora of times that could be considered less than stellar in terms of reactions on either of their parts -- at least to Cassandra's gestation. "Must be the good child," he chuckled, though he did keep his voice low. The last thing he wanted was to give their ever perceptive daughter a bad impression. Never the less, he gave Kay a squeeze, resting his cheek across the side of her head as he placed a hand on her faintly stretched belly.

Kay turned her head, burying her face in his neck and chuckling a little wetly. She'd moved her hands to let his under, then put her own palms over his again. It took her a second to regather herself, but she murmured to him, "I'm not the only one handling it well this time." And he had been, really, and it was a relief. They'd been ready enough for Cassie's arrival in the literal details, but neither he nor she were naturally parental sorts. She'd had the leg up on him given experience… it'd been a bit rough, the adjustment period and the long debate on whether or not to keep it, in particular.

That was something that he didn't want to get into with her again. Even regardless of his earlier presumptions of human nature, Aaron had decided that if humans had children this way, there really was nothing for it but to let Kay do what she wanted -- it was her body on the line, after all.

Having settled most of that with Cassie had left him more mellow this time around when Kay had announced the second pregnancy. They'd had another handful of years to cope with Cassie's growth, too, and it wasn't as though they were in a dangerous situation to avoid the game of life. The Orphaners didn't count, not when they'd taken such efforts to counter the organization's fingers-in-all-the-pies modus operandi.

"What can I say, I'm a quick study," he told her, kissing the top of her head.

"No wonder you make such smartass babies," she countered, still pressed against his neck. The banter bought her time to get her eyes under control, the rebellious things threatening to start leaking at any moment.

He'd learned better than to bring attention to Kay's waterworks. Laughing instead, ignoring the wet patches he felt on his shoulder, he retorted, "oh no, they get that belligerence from you, lady. I'm practically sunshine and rainbows compared to your brand of stubborn!"

"Is that a complement or an insult?" she wondered, turning her head so that her cheek rested against his shoulder rather than her face. She was grinning, though she brought a hand up to rub the remaining wet from her eyes -- banter was good recovery time. "Are you picking on a pregnant woman? Jerk."

"Oh, I'm only toughening you up. By the time that Cassie rolled around, you were tough as nails, you know." True enough, he had been mortified, astounded, and not a little bit in awe that Kay had had the girl on her own, and had only really even let Aaron in on it all when she was an hour or so out from the actual birth. He hoped that she wouldn't be so recalcitrant this time around!

Kay cackled, a certain smugness summoned up by the way he'd said that. Context made his implication clear, considering it'd been a thing he'd mentioned before. "Shit, I'm still tough as nails."

She had ended up feeling a little sheepish about the whole affair. Cassie had arrived quickly, as babies went, but she had still been in active labour for hours before she'd called in aid. After a fashion, it hadn't even really occurred to her at first that she should have called Aaron at the first sign that it had been the real thing, and she had realized that it had maybe even been unkind of her not to. It had been a long time since she'd been in a partnership that produced offspring. Before, it'd always been that labour was exclusively a female domain, and Joey and Astren had been on call the whole time if she'd needed them.

She rolled her head back against his shoulder, grinning. "Joey's started dropping hints again that I should try a water birth." Of course, the other elemental would have strong feelings in that regard, though she hadn't been able to convince Kay to try it with Cassie. "I really just think she wants me to do it for the irony factor."

"Well, if it's going to slip out a cinder," Aaron considered, chuckling, "you might be doing the rest of us a favour." He liked Kay's friends -- they'd proven again and again to be stolid people, though they lacked the kind of verve that left him inevitably to the redhead. "Might as well give it a shot if you haven't done it before." He couldn't know, of course, Kay's history, as it was such a touchy subject, and a library's worth of mundane and not-so-much mundane experiences besides. But he could poke every once in a while, and if Joey was chatting Kay up about this particular subject, it did hint things about Kay's past. He'd come all the way back in time to mess with her, of course he'd take any opportunity to glean a little more from further back.

Kay was snickering. "Splashing around a kiddie pool, having babies… I dunno, there's something ridiculous about it," she admitted to the blonde. "Obviously Joey's a big proponent. I dunno. I haven't tried it." She furrowed her brow, glancing down at her belly. "Anyways I'm not totally convinced it's a good idea to dunk a fiery creature in a tub of water while it's at its most potentially vulnerable. I mean, it comes out human, it'll probably be just fine, but -- never know, right?"

"Hmm, I hadn't thought of that," he realized. "Well, you go with what your gut says, I suppose," his fingers patted lightly across her belly, intrigued by the changes there. He already knew that this was really just the beginning... but it was interesting to see everything with hindsight still more or less in place.

Kay had to shrug, and said, sounding almost embarrassed, "Joey's said she could make sure the water didn't do any damage. Could be I'm just being paranoid, but shit, the way I've done it before works just fine, doesn't it?" She watched his hand, thoughtful, her brows furrowed now.

"You know, I wouldn't say for sure, but Cassie's seeming more or less normal. High energy, but then I don't think I'd expect anything else." He chuckled at the prospect, adding, "you never know, the whole process might be a tempering experience."

"Jeez, did Joey get to you?" Kay chuckled, brows furrowed. "I'll think about it."

She re-settled, still in the curve of his arm, though she kicked her feet up and propped them on the coffee table and tilted her head back. Rather than relaxed, she did seem to be thinking, a frown pensive instead of upset creasing her brow. "You know, I've only ever had one come out fiery," she admitted, unable to quite resist the nostalgia. "And that might've been my fault in the first place."

Kay, OC, for aaron_goodlace

2 for you!

Two indeed!

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