CONTENT WARNING: Misandry, unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancies, mentions of parental neglect and death.
Being married is... weird, but the extra income means Jacqueline can build that house, and the extra help with the baby, once she's born, surely saves Jacqueline more sleepless nights than she could ever know.
It's odd. She never pictured herself as a mother, always described by others as cold and distant, and they're not wrong, but there's something about holding her own child that makes her think, well, she'll love her baby no matter what.
She could be the most imperfect child in the world, and I would love her anyway, Jacqueline thinks as she holds her daughter safe in her arms.
Amelia, too, is an incredible mother, caring for Dayna as if the girl is her own flesh and blood.
And life is good, the same as it ever was.
Until, one day...
"You're pregnant!?" Amelia at least has the decency to look sheepish as she sits beside Jacqueline, who is doing her very, very best not to freak out. "B-but I don't understand! How did this happen?"
"Well," Amelia says, carefully. "Do you remember that threesome we had a few months ago?"
"Uh..."
Yeah. Jacqueline rememers.
"Oh, no," Jacqueline whispers. "Oh, this is bad."
"Hey, don't freak out, Jacqueline! Dayna's pretty independent these days. I'm sure we can handle another baby."
Jacqueline takes a deep breath. "So, you remember that guy I've been seeing?"
Amelia frowns in confusion. "Yeah?"
Jacqueline raises her brows.
"Oh," Amelia gasps. "Oh no.
Jacqueline buries her face in her hands. "Oh, yes."