FaithAlenora

    You watch children as they run around playing, their high pitched giggling making you smile. It's a nice sunny day. You recently moved back to New York and figured it was a perfect day for the park.    "Mommy, mommy!"    And a perfect day for your son, James, to get used to the new city.    "Yes, munchkin?" You coo as he runs up to you.    "I got you this pwetty leaf!" He holds up a leaf that was fading from green to orange.    "It's very pretty. Thank you."    "Scwapbook?" He asks.    "Yes, of course. I'll hold onto it until we get home."    "Thank you!" He shouts before turning and running off towards the jungle gym.    You loo

“Cindy to the register, Cindy to the register.” A voice spoke over the intercom. Y/n paid no attention. She kept her focus on the many rows of tampons in front of her. So many options, not that many differences. Y/n had been planning to go on a vampire hunt with the brothers that evening but now it looked like she would have to stay behind. Fresh blood was like catnip to vampires, they could smell it a mile away. She grabbed a value pack and threw it into her hand basket with the blue Gatorade and the cheap candy she splurged on. Y/n tapped her foot as she waited in the check out line. She silently prayed the wad of toilet paper

 “I'm hungry,” (Name) said waddling up to her husband, Clint. “When are you never hungry?” he asked. “When I'm not pregnant. Now make me food,” she demanded planting her butt on the couch and turning on the TV. Clint sighed. “What would you like?” “Chocolate dipped pickles. With sprinkles!” (Name) demanded. Clint tried not to vomit at his wife's request. “AND SOME FRENCH FRIES WOULD BE NICE, TOO!” she called. Clint groaned. Tony walked in and saw Clint making the strange foods. He looked over to the living room and saw (Name) sitting there and completely underst

(Name) had decided to spend the last month of her pregnancy on Earth with her family instead of on Asgard. She wanted to be prepared for this baby with her mother. Thor still visited as often as he could. He planned to stay with her for the last week, to be there when the baby was born. (Name) was in the kitchen of her parents house, making herself one of the many unhealthy snacks of a pregnant woman, when all of a sudden she felt a rush of water between her legs. “Mom!” she yelled as she made her way to the stool next to the counter. Then she remembered that her parents had gone shopping. They weren't supposed to be home until l

The table was set, dinner was almost finished, and (Name) had on one of her best dresses. The Valentine's day dinner (Name) had prepared for her husband, Loki, was bound to be amazing. She was about to take a seat to rest her swollen feet when the front door opened. She stood up and rushed to the door. "Hello dear," she said as she reached up to kiss his cheek. "Hello love. How are you and my child-to-be this evening?" Loki asked as he placed a hand to his wife's swollen stomach. "Tired. We have been preparing dinner for today." "It smells lovely." "How was work today?" (Name) asked as she led Loki to the dining room. "I believe that Di

“Damn it,” (Name) hissed the curse as she set the white stick on the bathroom counter. She looked at the test again. Yup, there was a small pink “+”. She couldn't mistake it for anything else. It was obvious. She was pregnant. She knew who the father was, thankfully. But she could never confront him about this, no matter how much she wanted to. She couldn't. Tony Stark would never believe her. Besides, there were three other things that complicated it all. One, he had to many things going on in his life. Two, he would probably accuse her of trying to get to his money. Three, she couldn't do that after the way she had b

(Name) sat on the couch in her apartment. She let out a sigh of frustration. Nothing was working out the way she liked. She couldn't figure out the next part of the story she was writing for her creative writing class. It was supposed to be a short story about anything. She loved these stories for their freedom, but at the same time they were the reason she hated them. She had no idea what to write about, and it made her want to scream. Just as she was tempted to throw her computer across the room, there was a knock at the door. She let out a sigh, and got up to answer the door. She opened it to see Peter Parker, her boyfriend. “Hey P

 There was a single rose was sitting in (Name)'s locker when she opened it on February 14. A look of surprise appeared on her face, but was replaced with a smile. Peter stood next to her rummaging through his locker. He kept his face hidden from (Name), so she wouldn't see his smile and guess that he was the one who had put the rose in her locker. “Look what someone put in my locker,” she said showing him the beautiful flower. “That's great, (Name),” he said. Peter looked at his best friend and smiled. He had developed a crush on (Name) in the tenth grade; one year after he had met her in ninth grade when they got