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Aww, it would be so cute to have Mel in the Lounge!

The birth itself wouldn’t occur in the Lounge. Gabriel keeps their timelines in stasis so long as they’re inside, so John can rest easy. However long she was around if she’s pregnant, she wouldn’t go into labor.

(She probably wouldn’t like the extra time added to her pregnancy, but at least she won’t remember it when she returns to the real world)

Just imagine that kiddo getting into trouble immediately, wanting to meet all these different versions, smol and tol, of their father. None of the Deans would have any resistance to the kiddo, and even less when they found out that one of them went and had a kid.

BL Dean will be flabbergasted (smols don’t have much in the way of birth control, Mel is likely far less surprised by her pregnancy than Dean would be)

We don’t have minor characters appear in the Lounge currently, but if she ever did reappear and become a reoccurring character in the series, we’ll be seeing her in there, kiddo in tow!

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For the borrowers, they have a 9 month term pregnancy, just like humans! Having a child is more dangerous, because instead of going to a hospital and getting help from a doctor, they have no pain medication and instead rely on a midwife, often a close friend that lives nearby, especially in America, where they’re spread out. In London, they do have more specialized trades, so there would be an actual midwife to help.

Wood sprites tend to have a slightly shorter term. Luckily, they have a strong community around them to help with the birth. In Wellwood, the new mother is usually led somewhere just outside the village when it’s time, and then once the baby is born and cleaned up they come back home. Mama rests and everyone holds the new baby sprout. Thank the Spirit that wood sprites are born with their wings all curled up!

Restless

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The first time the baby kicked, it was a happy announcement. Melanie’s mother had fussed about it for the whole day afterward, and her father kept smirking to himself when he thought no one was looking. He might pretend to be stoic, but he was just as excited for the new baby as they all were.

More kicks came after that. Melanie could feel her baby getting used to its own little legs. If her mother had a hand on her belly at the right time, she felt it, too.

It’s a feisty little one, she’d say. You’ll have to keep your eyes on it.

They had no idea if the baby would be a boy or a girl. All Melanie knew for certain was that it kicked more and more every day. Sometimes the lurching feeling came right in the middle of the night.

One of those nights, she lay awake in her bed alcove, staring at the ceiling above and slowly rubbing a hand over the ever-growing bump. The baby fidgeted within her.

“I know you’re ready to come out now,” she muttered. “But you need a little more time. Just a bit. I can’t wait to meet you.”

There was a pause. Things settled. Melanie’s eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion creeping in.

Another kick. She drew in a surprised breath and opened her eyes again. The child couldn’t know what time it was, how tired she was. It was restless.

“I think you get that from your dad,” she mumbled. “I don’t think he’d be the type to sit around much, either.”

She shifted around, seeking a comfortable position that might put the kid to sleep. She had a feeling that carrying this child now was nothing to what was to come. Once it arrived, there’d be no stopping it.

She couldn’t be more pleased.