Title: Against the rules

Chapter 51: Baby fever

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Tracer's POV

It's been a month since we've been married. A brilliant month. We've bought our house, a four bedroom detached house with a huge garden, perfect for running laps. We bought all of the furniture and set it all out. We gave Eric a kennel outside and a bed inside for his choosing. He's such a spoilt dog.

One night where Amélie was spending the night with me, we was sat on the couch watching a movie. We was under a cover up to our waist and I was nestled under her arm with my head on her chest.

I move closer to her as the adverts come on, taking my attention away from the screen. I press my face into her neck and flick one leg over the both of hers.

"I love you." I whisper to her. Pressing a kiss to her neck.

"Love you too." she replied, averting her face from me. Is she keeping something from me? I sit up and look at her. She still wouldn't look at me dead in the eye.

"What is it?" I ask. Taking her hand in my own. She sighs heavily and looks away.

"Just don't freak out." she says, making me even more cautious. What has she done? I nod, not trusting my mouth to say the right words.

She breathes in deep, gathering her courage. "I want a baby." she says just loud enough for me to hear.

"Correction: We want a baby. You can't be selfish and keep that want to yourself." I joke as I smack her shoulder lightly. She looks at me a little shocked.

"I was waiting for you to say something about it. I already knew we was going to have a baby anyway." I say sitting beside her and holding her hand in my lap.

"You knew? How did you kn- You read me? How didn't I notice you do that?" The question changes quickly, Amélie figuring it out quickly.

"During a great orgasum. It must have been a lot of emotion, I didn't request to see it." I say clarifying what I knew.

Amélie's hand holds my own tighter. "How much did you see?" she asks.

"up until I was heavily pregnant, you was still going to work." I say, rubbing my thumb over her hand.

A small smile tickles her face, herself moving closer to me to hold me. Her arm wrapping around my shoulder.

"I can't wait."

/.\

"You have no ovaries, am I correct?" The doctor asks Amélie. She nods still clutching my hand.

"We can make your regular cells into fertilizable eggs and put that DNA into the body of sperm and get Lena pregnant that way." The doctor says, writing down the notes.

"Whatever you think will work Doc." I say, reaching my hand up to stroke Amélie's hair softly. The doctor looks at me with a slight scowl from the name but doesn't mention anything else.

"We just need a healthy amount of cells from you." she says to Amélie. She nods and the doctor starts to get spit samples and blood from Amélie.

"Would you like to get her pregnant yourself? It would feel a lot more natural and Mrs Oxton won't have to have an operation." The doctor asks and Amélie smirks.

"I think that would be a great idea."

/.\

"So you just have to press a button to unload inside of me? How many times can it do it?" I ask, stroking Amélie's bare stomach above the fake penis the doctor gave us that held Amélie's sperm.

"3 or 4 unloads." She says, her arm around my waist. We was sat on the edge of the bed contemplating what was going to happen.

"I know that I'm in my most fertile state. The doctor checked." I say. Feeling rather nervous for what was about to happen.

Amélie smiles and kisses my jaw softly, her lips leaving a trail down my jaw and onto my neck. Her hand trails up my thigh, sliding down closer to my center and teasing just where it wouldn't satisfy my need.

"Maybe we should fuck in different rooms of the house." She whispers softly before biting my ear softly.

I get overwhelmed by it all and twist my head and smash our lips together, moving my hands up to her hair, pulling her close to me.

She pulls me up by my legs, placing me on her lap as she kisses back. I feel the bulge of the strap and grind on it, moaning into Amélie's mouth.

Amélie's hands move to my hips, helping me rock on the fake penis pleasurably. I groan out, trying to move the strap to my entrance to only be stopped by Amélie.

"That's my job." she growls as she spins us around so my back is on the bed. The next thing I feel is getting penetrated as Amélie slides inside of me part way.

I moan and beg for more, and that's what I get.

/.\

We finished on the bed, panting like dogs in a desert as we lay over the covers, embracing each other weakly.

"I love you Mrs Oxton."

"I love you too Mrs Oxton."

/.\

It's been a couple of weeks since that night of mayhem and Amélie had bought me a pregnancy test.

I came out of the bathroom holding the stick. "We need to leave it a couple of minutes." I tell her weakly as I place it on the bedside table.

I sit next to her on the bed and grip her hand tightly. I knew I was going to get pregnant, but I didn't know if it took more than once to get us pregnant.

"It'll be okay." Amélie whispers softly as she holds my hand tightly back. She wasn't sounding completely confident either.

I push my hair out of my eyes and grip it softly. God I want this baby. I want Amélie's baby. And I know she wants it too.

A few minutes pass and I couldn't bring myself to look at the pesky piece of plastic.

Lena Oxton, not able to look at a pregnancy test even after facing the world's worst criminals.

Amélie seems to sense this and tightens her grip on my hand.

"It's okay. I promise you." She says quietly. Her head coming to rest against my own.

I nod and try to fight back tears from what could be on that stick.

I sigh heavily to gather my courage and reach over to it, pulling it back to us and showing the two of us.

"We're pregnant."

/.\

I was 5 months pregnant at this time, my stomach bulging some but not as much as it will later in the pregnancy.

I groan as I stand up off the couch. If that woman has implanted me with a tall motherfucker I'll kill her. She was due to come home soon. I walked over to the kitchen and placed a tray of what Amélie has made this morning into the oven. I follow her orders and put it on a specific setting at a certain time.

I move back to the main part of the living room. I haven't told Amélie this but I'm feeling excessively horny. It's almost ridiculous how much I just want to start humping her leg like a dog in heat.

I've just been bathing in cold showers when it comes over me. Amélie seems content with no sex so I don't tell her these things.

I start watching a movie and wait for her to come home.

About half way through the movie she comes home, a couple of bags in her hands from going shopping for food.

"You could have told me and I would have got them." I say to her as she goes into the kitchen.

I stand up and start walking to her car, noticing she left the boot open. I pick up the carton of milk that was left in there as I shut the door, heading back to the house.

Amélie comes back and sees me with the milk and tries to take it off me and I hold it behind me.

"I'm pregnant not incompetent." I snap at her. Finding myself very angry for absolutely no reason. I storm into the house, leaving her out in the driveway as I go into the kitchen to start putting food away.

Amélie comes in ten minutes later, I counted as I put the food away. I start to feel guilt for snapping at her like that. So when she comes in and goes to check on the food, I step to her and wait for her to shut the oven and put the knife down.

I shift close, pressing my head under her own as my hands slink to her waist.

"Sorry for shouting." I mumble softly to her, not showing my face at all.

I start to think she didn't hear it until her arms move around me too.

"It's okay. I know you're having trouble here. Being alone all day and stuff." she says quietly, her head resting against my own.

"There's more." I whisper, deciding to tell her my current problem.

"I'm incredibly horny." I say as serious as I can because this is a very serious situation and a real problem.

At this, Amélie starts to laugh. Her body shaking with what I just said.

"Don't laugh at me! This is a real problem!" I yell at her. Only making her laugh harder.

"Oh Chérie… why didn't you just say so?" she says hugging me closer to her.

"Thought you wouldn't be interested. Y'know with the long day at work and stuff." Amélie let's out a small chuckle.

"After we've had dinner we'll go to our room." she says, pressing a kiss on my head.

"Can I do the shopping too?" I ask. Pressing my breasts closer together for Amélie to look at.

"I'll think about it." she says, grabbing my top by the bottom hem. "I'll also think we'll have enough time before dinner." she whispers before pulling it over my head to leave my entire upper body bare apart from my chest that is covered with a sports bra.

/.\

Widowmaker's POV

I woke up late in the night to get a drink. I stand at the counter and sip at the water.

I stare into the room and see everything, my eyes being adjusted so I can see in any situation. I hear footsteps upstairs and figure Lena just went to the bathroom. She'll settle back to bed soon.

I take another sip of the water and stare into the clear liquid. Water is so strange. So was life.

At this time, Lena was 8 months into her pregnancy and swelling like never before. By everything I've read, I know the baby is now working on its lungs, making the sacs and making them optimum to breathe in oxygen.

We set up our baby's room. We painted it a slight tan with wooden furniture. We bought some soft toys but wanted to wait until she was born to choose anything specific.

I heard steps coming down the stairs. She must be wondering where I am.

"Babe?" I hear from the living room.

"In the kitchen." I say for her to hear me. Placing the glass on the counter.

Lena wobbles in, one hand on her stomach as she presses the light switch with the other. She squints slightly as she moves towards me. She looks off.

"Are you alright?" I ask and she just waves me off for a moment as she snuggles up to me the way she usually does, her head nestled in my neck as she wraps her arms around my body.

"Just a really bad headache. I feel a little sick but it's all okay." she says as she presses closer.

"If it's still there tomorrow we'll call the doctor." I tell her, not leaving room for any other answer.

I just feel her nod weakly, not even trying to fight me back on this. There's definitely something wrong.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask again, but with a much more deeper meaning. I hardly got a nod before her weight collapses on me.

I catch her and hold her in my arms.

"Lena?" I ask, stroking her face to try and wake her up. I'm taking her to the hospital.

I grab my car keys and phone before picking her up bridal. Before I could get to the door, Lena starts to shake violently, her body twitching.

I'm definitely taking her to the hospital.

/.\

I already called the police to tell them what was happening from my speeding and they provided an escort to take me to the hospital.

I quickly dialed Mercy. Waiting a few rings before a tired Swiss woman answered.

"It's Lena. I-I don't know what's happening. I'm taking her to the hospital." I shakily say to her, watching my wife every few seconds.

"I'll bring everyone. Just make sure she's safe." I hear before the phone hangs up. I put it down in my cotton gym pants pocket and carry on driving. Shaking slightly from fear of what will become of my wife.

/.\

There was already people there to take Lena into the emergency room, hoisting her out of the car effortlessly as they wheel her into the hospital.

I park up the car and hop out, grabbing my keys and phone as I follow her inside.

"How far along is she?" someone asks. "8 months." I reply distantly, my only need was Lena that I was following.

"We'll need to make an emergency C-section." I hear someone say in the distance which only partly registered to me.

"What's her name?" "Lena Oxton."

"Who are you to her?" "Wife."

"Has she been subjected to anything abnormal lately?" "Not that I know of."

"What's the machine on her chest?" "Her chronal accelerator. She needs it to stay in this timeline."

"Can we take it off?" "Yeah, just keep it near her."

"Does she have a history of illness?" "Not that I'm aware of."

"Allergies?" I clutch my head softly. Why can't they just… fix her? I-I don't know what to do. What should I say?

"Amélie!" I hear someone shout down the corridor. I turn to see Mercy and the rest of them running down the corridor.

"Amélie what's happened?" Angela asks, I look to the ground.

"I don't know." I say softly, tears dripping down my cheeks as I clutch my middle like a lost child.

"Listen, I need to know if she has any allergies." The nurse says to us.

"I don't know!" I yell at her, raising my voice that was thick with pain.

"No, No she doesn't." Angela says pulling me back to the group of people. "Look after her while I help them." She says to the group before walking with the nurse and explaining some things.

Ewa grabs my wrist and leads us to a waiting area. Where we stay until there is more news.

/.\

"Lena Oxton?" someone says, I sit up quickly and see a woman stood in front of us.

"Y-Yeah that's my wife." I say quickly. Wiping my face and looking up at her.

The woman frowns softly but continues. "We had to give her an emergency C-section due to the baby suffocating because of the seizure. We have had her brain scanned to see if anything abnormal has gone off. It doesn't seem that it has so we sent it to a specialist, it will be back shortly. Your baby is premature so we put her in a cot with equipment to help her lungs work better. We don't know if this will affect her her entire life but right now she will struggle to breathe without oxygen."

"Can I see them?" I ask after soaking it all in. I need to see my family.

"You can. But it's only family, we'll bring the baby into Lena's room shortly." At this I stand up and give her a hug.

"Which room?" I ask pulling away from the tiny woman.

"328." she says, obviously surprised by my show of affection. I nod and start to jog down the corridor towards Lena's room.

I count the doors in my head as I start getting close.

"328" I mutter as I see the door, going forward and pushing into the room. In the middle of the back wall was the bed that held my wife. Her hair was tussled and she looked a lot less pregnant.

I move over to her bedside and sit on a chair, taking her hand in my own. I kiss it softly, pressing the flaccid hand to my face.

"I love you." I whisper to the one that probably couldn't hear me. Letting a tear flow freely down my face.

/.\

One of the nurses bring our daughter in. She was so small and frail with the large cannula in her nostrils.

"Can I hold her?" I ask, delicately stroking her tiny nose.

"Just make sure her equipment doesn't hook off." She says before reviewing Lena's paperwork.

I slide my hands under her neck and butt lifting her up gently. She was really light. I pulled her close to me, careful of the equipment. I place her head in the crook of my elbow holding the rest of her body with my other hand.

I look down at my daughter. She's so beautiful. She was bald and quiet but she looked so peaceful. Her eyes were shut tightly. I look down and see her hands coiled tightly.

I hold her entirely with the hand that was supporting her head and use my other hand to probe her hand. At the sensation, her hands loosen up and let me slide my finger into her hand.

At this new object, she grabs my finger tightly. Not hurting me but making it obvious she wanted to hold it.

"She's beautiful." I hear a groggy voice say in front of me. I look up and see Lena looking at us.

I stand up, minding the cables as I bring her over to Lena.

Lena lifts herself up a little and opens her arms ready for a baby. I gently lower her down, using my hand on the back of her neck and butt to help support the her as she goes into her mother's arms.

Lena smiles as she cradles her daughter. Pressing her lips to her head for a soft moment.

"They don't know how long she'll struggle to breathe." I tell her as I rest my elbows on the bed.

"She'll be okay." Lena whispers, pulling her baby close to her, resting her front side on her chest with her head on her shoulder.

I stand up again and press a kiss to Lena's head I stay there, smelling her hair softly.

"If my daughter has the same fixation over hospitals as you I don't think I'll live to 40." I tell Lena, making her laugh softly.

"I'm sorry for scaring you today." she says back, lifting her head to give me a kiss, I pull away. Making Lena frown.

"I thought I was going to lose you. The both of you. You can't do that to me." I say, trying to hold back tears as I tell her how I feel.

I see Lena smile sadly and wave me over. I move to her and she holds my hand, looking right up at me.

"You're not losing me. I'm here and I'm never going to leave." She says with determination lacing her voice.

I nod softly, leaning down to capture her lips in my own, pressing as close as I can.

"Mrs. Oxton?" someone asks and we both turn our heads to look at the doctor. He laughs nervously before correcting himself. "Lena."

"Yeah?" She asks as I take a seat, watching the situation.

"We have no idea how your seizure happened. Your brain function is completely normal and you have no history of seizures."

"it can't just happen though can it?" I ask wanting to fix my wife.

"Sometimes things just happen and no one can explain it. We'll keep tabs on her but other than that there's nothing we can do."

"Will it happen again?" I ask again.

"It's unlikely. But she should come to hospital if it does." The doctor finishes, I sigh and look up at the ceiling.

"The baby has to stay for a couple of days until her breathing gets better. Lena is free to go."

I nod softly and sit straight, moving to my family.

The doctor leaves and I stroke my daughter on her head and give Lena a small peck on the lips.

I will protect my family.

/.\

A week later, we was packing our stuff. Metis was fine to leave and was proven to have iron lungs.

During her time in the hospital, I bought some stuff for the car so she was comfortable. There was a little car seat that was pure black. There was also some soft toys for her to clutch. I also bought some nappys that would fit her smaller body.

I moved to her small plastic cot and reach inside, picking up the free baby. Her lips quirk up softly as I pull her to my chest, supporting her with one arm, picking up her bag with the other arm.

"Don't hog all of the responsibilities." Lena says, walking up to my side, kissing Metis' head before kissing my lips.

"Nope. Mama has got this one." I say holding the two things tighter.

Lena rolls her eyes, giving me another kiss before going to open the door for me.

I follow her, moving past her as she props the door open. I feel a smack to my butt and turn around to narrow my eyes at the brunette, her face not even denying the fact she did it. She looked more proud than anything.

I roll my eyes and carry on walking. Swaying my hips a little more. She followed me like a lost puppy, completely fixated on one thing.

I laugh as I take us outside, I pass Lena the keys and she opens up the back door, letting me place our daughter into the car seat. I strap her in and place a kiss to her head.

I move to put the bag in the back of the car as Lena give Metis a kiss on the head before going to the passenger side, taking a seat inside the car.

I shut the boot and move to the driver's side and open the door, sliding inside and grabbing the keys from my wife, I shut the door and put the keys in the car. I look back and check Metis.

She was sleeping like a rock… until I started the car. Then it was a screaming fit.

/.\

"Mama!" I hear from the door and turn to see my 11 year old daughter dashing out into the back yard. I stand up from my position where I was training my flexibility and prepare for impact.

I pick her up from under her arms and hoist her up onto my hip. She's grown up so fast. Her eyes were a bright gold like my own, she has brown hair that reaches just above her shoulders, a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks and her skin was slightly tanned from all of her outside activities.

"How was school my darling?" I ask, placing a kiss to her head softly.

"Great. I got to do some more extra work for my comprehensive school. They gave me some homework no one else has got either." she says. Metis was currently further than anyone else, she already has started some work for her school next year and is impressing a lot of people.

"We also played rounders today. My team won." She says the last comment offhandedly like it didn't matter. She wasn't one to blow her own trumpet.

"Brilliant. I'm proud of you. Is your mum inside?" I ask, then a flash of pain comes over her face. "What is it?" I ask, putting her down on the ground and getting down on one knee to look at her.

"I don't want mum to find out." She says quickly, always being the one to talk to me more about deep stuff because I'm not around as much as Lena.

"I'll talk to her if I have to." I say like I always do. I usually make sure that Metis thinks I didn't tell her but I did.

"There's this boy at school…" she starts. I was going to make a joke about the no boys policy but the actual pain behind her eyes stopped me.

"Go on." I say, stroking her arms softly as I ease her.

"H-He makes fun of me." she whispers before tears start rolling. I frown and pull her in close. Why doesn't she want her mum to know?

"What does that salope say?" I ask, growling slightly at the thought of anyone picking fault at my baby girl.

"H-He says bad things about M-Mum and Y-you and then makes fun of m-me because I've started work he hasn't." she hiccups out. Her chest heaving heavily.

"What bad things?" I ask. Is this why she couldn't tell her mum?

"T-That you're a filthy "Dyke" and you shouldn't live for it. A-and that you're pedophiles and Y-you're not my real mum's." She says, full bawl crying now. Her head presses into my neck as I hold her tight.

Lena pops her head out from all the noise and starts to come over.

When she's over I explain it all, letting her know why her daughter is having a huge crying fit like the first time she was in a car.

"Oh Metis…" Lena whispers, getting on her knees beside her. Her hand coming up to stroke her brown hair.

"We are your real mum's. I promise you. And there is nothing wrong with having two mums. And we're not pedophiles and there's nothing wrong with being in love. Because me and your mum are in love, and that's why you was born." I comfort, rubbing her back as she starts to settle.

I pick her up and hold her tight. "Let's go inside and watch a movie. We can do it together." I tell her. She nods weakly as I take her inside.

/.\

I went with Lena today to take Metis to school, just so she could point out this bully and their father.

After the children go inside, I follow the father to the parking area. Lena following close behind.

"Hey, can we talk?" I ask, stepping up closer to him.

The father looks back for a moment before turning away. "No you faggots." he says loud enough for us to hear before moving to his car faster.

My anger flares up. This bastard taught his kid to be like this? "Oh you better run." I growl, going at him at a faster speed.

Before he could get to his car I grabbed his collar, smashing him against the side of it before showing him my official badge from working at Ewa's government run company.

"You're under arrest for being homophobic towards a general of POA." I growl at him, reaching for the cuffs in my bag.

"W-what? You can't do that!" He yells, thrashing in my grip before I twist his wrist to make him stop.

"Yes I can. I checked last night after I found out your son was being mean to my daughter. What nerve do you have teaching your own son this stuff when you don't know all the facts." I say as I call for some backup on my phone because I don't have a car to take him in.

"All I know is that you're both dykes that suck up the economy. She's not your real daughter and you just got her to perv over her." At this I spun around and kicked my boot in his face before Lifting him by the collar off the ground.

"I help the fucking economy for starters, and she is my real daughter. If you would like to know I fucked my wife with sperm made from my cells so she's our daughter. And what kind of sick man thinks that someone would get a child to perv over them. It's disgusting and wrong."

"You're disgusting and wrong." He says back pathetically like a five year old.

"This is all getting written down in a statement buddy. Carry the fuck on, please." I say, letting him go to fall on the ground as I feel Lena's hand on my wrist.

I see the car coming over to pick him up and move my hand so it wraps around Lena's waist.

"You're a very sad man." I tell him before a familiar face comes out of the car.

"Fareeha." I greet. The Egyptian smiling at me as she gets the guy off the floor before putting him in the back of the car. She was wearing some sort of classic cop uniform but in the POA standards.

"Heyup Oxton. How's it going?" She asks, not directing the question at anyone.

"Eh, it's alright. Just had to deal with some annoyances." I say nodding towards the man.

"I see, so I'll take the rough route back to base then." she says with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

I smile and nod. "And you should come over tonight. Metis is missing you." I say. Fareeha nods and gets back in her car.

"I'll bring Angela." She says through the window before starting to drive off, waving back at us.

I look down at my wife and kiss her head. "Well, now that's over. Do you want to grab a coffee and have sex excessively in honour of having the day to ourselves?" I ask, pulling her close to me.

"Sure love bug." she giggles, the nickname coming from my constant desire to make love to her.

"It was only an offer." I say raising my hands as I make my way to the car, Lena following close

"And I wasn't complaining."

/.\

So, life was great.

I have my wife, my daughter, an amazing job and a place to call my home. 15 years ago I wouldn't have been able to say that.

I'll always be in debt to Lena. She brought all of this to me, her love and care has brought us through the rocky mountains of life and I'll never regret anything.

I love my wife. I love my daughter. And in the future I hope nothing but good will come to Metis, but with her mother genes I doubt she'd be able to stay out of trouble.

/.\

AN: So, this is it. thank you for reading and I hope you liked this. as I've said previously I may come back to this in the future but I feel like it's done for now.

thank you for being such a great community and helping me get through this. I appreciate it greatly.

after a break I will start to write a RWBY fanfiction so stay tuned for that if you're intrested.