Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part Nine]
PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!
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ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
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Her father broke the silence, “Please tell me again why a nineteen year old man has the nerve to have unprotected sex?”
Diego held his head down. Would her father believe it if she said she rushed them. That they just forgot in the heat of the moment.
“I'm sorry.” Mia had tears in her eyes.
“Well, twenty weeks is too late to reverse what happened.”
At the realization, Mia started to openly cry. “I don't get it, he didn't even. . .”
Her father pulled over.
“Sweetie, I didn't mean to make you cry. Men don't have to finish for a girl get in trouble.” He grabbed her hand and held it in his.
“Kitten, I'm sorry too. This is all my fault. I should have known better.”
Her father glared at Diego, but his look softened when he saw the concern in the young man's eyes.
“Do I have to tell her?” Mia finally blurted out through choked sobs.
Yes, Mia. You made this happen, it is your responsibility to tell her.
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Her mother's jaw dropped when she heard the news. At first she cried, but then she got very serious.
“We can't keep this baby,” her voice was unwavering.
“Mom, why?” Mia began to cry.
“The elders, they will be disappointed.”
“Misty, that's bull and you know it,” anger rose in her father's voice. It surprised both women.
“Mom, I want to keep it, its my baby.” Mia clutched the ultrasound in her hand.
Her mother stood still, looking away from her husband and daughter, “If its a girl, we can raise it as your sister.”
“And if its a boy?” Mia tried to hide her hope.
She was blunt, “We can't keep a boy.”
“Misty, you're not making sense.”
Mia ran out of the room to join Diego. Her father advised him not to be there when they told her mom. They heard the argument between the Feys. It consisted of her mother staying adamant about her position and her father trying to change the master's mind.
One thing struck the young parents.
“Boys have no place in our world John.”
Both Mia and Diego stood silent for several moments.
“Kitten, your mom is right, either way,” He didn't look at her when he spoke.
“What do you mean?”
“I can't take the baby either,” Diego was quiet.
“What?” She couldn't believe what was happening. Mia began to feel alone, like she was the only one who wanted, loved her baby.
Mia ran out of the house. Her father was on the porch, cigarette in hand.
“Daddy you smoke?” When he saw her, he put the cigarette out.
“Not in ten years.”
“Its bad for you,” concern growing in her voice.
“One cigarette isn't going to kill me dear.”
She sat next to him. Mia silently prayed for her child to be a girl.
“You know I have no say in this family, right?”
“Yes, Daddy, but I still listen to you,” she tried to sound upbeat.
“I know, and thank you,” he hesitated for a moment, “Look, I hope we can keep the baby either way.”
Mia nodded, “But either way, Mom will get her way despite what we want.”
He put an arm around her. She began to cry again.
“Hey, I know this doesn't mean much, but I'm working late tomorrow and your mom and Aunt Morgan are going out of town.”
Her eyes grew wide.
“I wouldn't have any clue if a certain young man came to visit you. Even if that young man went into your room to chat.”
“Daddy, I thought you said. . .”
“Mia, you're already pregnant, how much more trouble can you get into?”
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Mia felt an odd sensation. If it had been any other time her life, she would have sworn she peed on herself. The pregnancy book she read said otherwise. She had been having strong contractions for the last hour as well.
She called Diego and her dad. They rushed to the village to be with her.
Only her mother, father, and the midwife were allowed in the room with Mia at first. After Mia complained, Diego was allowed to see her.
The labor felt like an eternity. Diego rubbed her back and held her hand as each contraction hit her. The Midwife checked her.
She took her mother aside. They talked in hushed tones in the corner.
“Is my baby okay?” Diego wiped her brow.
The baby was breech. If they didn't turn it, Mia and the baby could die.
“Well, what's the problem? Your a midwife, right? Turn the baby.” yelled Diego.
“Her arthritis is bad.”
“So your going to let your own daughter die!”
Her mother snapped, “No, but if you give me a chance, the midwife will explain what we need to do.”
“Your father is going to have to turn it. . .”
“No, I want Diego to do it,” she whined.
It became Diego's job the reach into Mia and turn the baby. Her mother and father held Mia in place, tilting her from side to side to help reposition the baby while the midwife guided them. They righted the baby, and her labor continued.
Finally it was time to push. She squeezed Diego's hand for each round.
“I can see the head. Just a few more and we'll be done.”
Mia felt like she was going to die if she had to push one more time. After that moment she heard a small cry.
“Its a boy.”
A boy? Mia's heart sank. The midwife handed her the cleaned up bundle. Immediately her mother tried to take him, but Dad stopped her.
“At least give her a day Misty.”
She tried not get attached, but that little face, Mia couldn't help herself. Instincts kicked in and she began to feed her son.
“Kitten, I don't think. . .”
“Diego, I can't let him starve.”
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Diego drove them to the orphanage in the city. Mia cried the whole way there. She sat in the back seat with her son. Holding his little hand and consoling the poor child.
They arrived at her son's new home. It was a cold brick building, devoid of feeling. There were some young boys playing together in a caged-in play yard. None of them smiled.
“I can't. . .let's run away,” hope filled her eyes.
“Mia, you know I can't. I have to go back to school,” he parked the car.
“I can't leave my baby here,” she said as she pulled him from the car seat.
Mia held onto him tight. Her nameless child stared back at her. His brown eyes looking into hers. Mom advised her not name him. If he didn't have a name it wouldn't hurt as bad.
Mia handed the child to Diego, “I can't do it.”
“Wait in the car,” Diego handed her the keys.
He nodded and took the boy with him. The baby was crying, reaching for Mia. Diego tried to quiet him, but to no avail.
Mia got back in the car and turned it on. It was unseasonably cold for the time of year. The radio came on. A very melodic song was playing.
It's not the things you say / It's not the things you do /It must be something more.
She stared at the Diego as he walked in. Her son was still crying. Tears slipped down her cheeks.
And if I feel this way for so long / Tell me is it all for nothing / Just don't walk out the door.
Diego was walking back to the car now. He wiped his eyes as he looked down at his feet. Mia tried to hide her tears, be brave. The last words of the song haunted her.
If I had a photograph of you / It's something to remind me / I wouldn't spend my life just wishing.
Misty Fey was wrong. Her son not having a name, it was the worst feeling in the world. Second only to never knowing his fate.
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A/N: I hope this long chapter make up for the lack of updates. I hope to have more up soon.
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How sad! Poor Mia, poor Phoenix! Diego, even! T~T
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