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“I’M GOING TO BE A MAMI!!!!”
The words split the air and the walls shuddered. Literally. Hooty complained his living room and kitchen had tinnitus for months afterward. Luz didn’t care. Not when she had just been asked the most beautiful question she’d ever heard.
Picking up her wife, Luz spun around, screaming to the heavens above that they were finally going to be parents.
Amity Blight-Noceda, the lilac-haired industrialist of Blight Tech, yelped, her hair flying everywhere. She didn’t care. Hugging her wife to stabilize herself, all Amity could feel was pure unrestrained joy. She knew that Luz wanted kids, they had made sure to have that discussion prior to getting married, but it still made her heart swoon to see that her love was still so enthusiastic to start their family.
And with any luck, this would be the first of many. Amity had always wanted a large family. Her siblings, and later her wife, Luz, constantly teased her about being baby-crazed, making jokes like “You’re burning up! Maybe go get knocked up to treat that baby fever.”
Amity always rolled her eyes at such comments, she knew they were just having fun. Even if she wanted to be mad, Amity couldn’t ever have brought herself to any extremes of anger because, at the end of the day, they weren’t wrong. If the lilac-haired witch was honest with herself, she was baby-crazed. In a way she was glad that her interests lay with women, because if Amity had been, what did Luz call it again, straight? Yeah, she would already have a few kids, and probably one or more on the way.
After years of dreaming, she was finally going to get her wish.
- 37 Weeks Later -
In delivery room 2B, Amity roared at the terrified human sitting next to her, “WHEN I SAID I WANTED A LARGE FAMILY I DIDN’T MEAN I WANTED TO HAVE SIX AT ONCE!!!!!” Sweat caked her body and her abdomen was as large as a slitherbeast cub. And no, despite Luz’s many reassurances and “evidence” to the contrary, that wasn’t an exaggeration.
Luz, her hand creaking under the strain of her wife’s vice-like grip, a couple of fractures having already formed in her metacarpals, nervously laughed, “Sorry, Batata, I guess we have slightly underestimated the dosage…”
The witch’s eyes, which had been squeezed shut in pain, slammed open, her golden eyes consuming the frightened Latina, “WE?! I DIDN’T UNDERESTIMATE FUCK ALL! YOU MISREAD 100 MILLIGRAMS OF FIRESTONE SHAVINGS AS 200 MILLIGRAMS, YOU IMBECILE!”
That wasn’t true. Amity had written a list of ingredients and amounts for the conception potion when they decided the time was right to have a kid and Luz had followed the list to the letter. However, Amity was currently busy shoving six children out of her body, so Luz ignored her wife’s accusations, and just thanked her stars that Amity hadn’t threat-
“THE SECOND THESE KIDS ARE OUT OF ME I AM TOSSING YOU INTO THE BOILING SEA, LUZ!”
Never mind.
At that point a contraction hit, and the witch let out a feral cry that nearly shattered the overhead lighting, and Luz’s hand creaked, tears forming in the human’s eyes, before…
*SNAP!*
“JESUS CHRIST!!!” Luz howled in pain, only for no one to hear her, Amity’s bellowing drowning out every other noise. Pulling back, Luz attempted to wrench her hand out of her wife’s grasp, only to be met with searing pain when the witch’s grip tightened.
A minute later the panting industrialist, her brows christened with sweat, growled “I am double checking all of the measurements next time!”
Luz, hand still imprisoned, was shocked out of her pain, spluttering, “W- Wait ?! You want MORE?!”
As the fire of another contraction hit her, Amity screamed, “I TOLD YOU I WANT A LARGE FAMILY!!