Rabbit Done Died Meme

[hullo_sweetie]

"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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[willing_sheath]

Tomoe glanced up for a moment, giving him a bit of a flat stare in regards to all of the height-related activities he'd just mentioned, considering she couldn't even stand on a chair without getting nervous. She turned to set the flowers on the tabletop, she'd find a vase for them in a moment, so that she could use both hands to page nervously through the booklet, unsure of what she was going to see.

"I... have thought... about going back..." she said quietly, turning the first few pages to see cityscapes that would never have suggested Japan to her at all had she not known what she was looking at. "But it won't actually be... home..." Another page of modern buildings, modern restaurants and attractions.

And then an image of the Sensouji temple and the Asakusa shrine. She stopped and set her fingers against the images, the first bit of recognition there. Another page displayed hanami... and another Obon. She slowly closed the booklet and sat it down on the table again. "But maybe not... while you are on a mission..." Her left hand moved over her stomach again without thinking about it.

"Ling, I need to tell you something before we make any sort of travel plans... I would think it might affect the decision..."

[forhispeople]

"If you want to go to Ja Pan, say the word and we're there," Ling said immediately, wrapping his arms around her. He searched her expression, looking into her eyes. "I didn't know if it would be fun for you, or if it would bring back bad memories. So... I thought I'd follow your lead."

Ling took Tomoe's hand in both of his and kissed her knuckles, then the back of her hand. "I'll take you anywhere you want. Your wish is my command," he flashed her a crooked smile, kissing her palm, then the inside of her wrist. "My princess."

He was already kissing a row of soft, gentle kisses up her arm (apparently he had an idea where he wanted to take her at the moment) when she said she needed to tell him something. He looked up at her through lowered eyelashes. "Can it wait? I'm attempting to put my moves on you," Ling teased in a stage whisper.

[willing_sheath]

She smiled softly, giving her head a small shake at his usual obsession with kissing her hands. "I'm sure... it would be a combination. A personal trip would probably be better than a part of a mission..." she had the feeling she would probably need an obnoxious amount of support--or at least what she would perceive as obnoxious.

Tomoe threaded her fingers with his, even while he continued to kiss his way up her arm, answering his question with a raised brow. "I suppose it can, but I have the feeling you would rather know now," she said, turning more directly toward him, her free hand moving to touch his other arm.

"Do you remember that conversation we had months ago...? That started off about penguins, hm?" It had started off as a silly, curious conversation... and turned into something quite serious--specifically about the matter at hand. She hoped bringing that topic up again would offer a gentle transition.

[forhispeople]

"Uh-huh," Ling chuckled. "But don't worry, you don't really waddle in your 'kimono.' I was just teasing," he answered.

[willing_sheath]

She huffed lightly, answering the remark with a playful shove that had no strength behind it. "That... isn't the point. You remember the rest of the conversation...?" she looked up, her arms warm and searching. "About... fathers and children...? How you wanted those things to be...?"

[forhispeople]

Ling was too shy to look at her after she said that. He froze in place, still as a statue. There was an apprehensive prickle at the back of his neck. No, don't jump to conclusions. Just, don't.

"Yes?" he managed to ask, trying to force the tone of his voice not to change in response.

[willing_sheath]

She turned her eyes down again, pulling his hand close to her and holding it in both of hers. "What if I told you... you were going to have the chance... to do exactly that...?" She paused, stroking her thumb against the back of his hand. "I took the day off work today... and went to the doctor..." she turned his hand around to press his palm against her stomach, settling her hands over his.

"I'm about eight weeks pregnant..." she squeezed his hand, and finally looked up again after a long pause, nervous for his reaction.