TRIGGER WARNING: This is one of the darkest fanfics I have ever made and possibly one of the darkest Steven Universe fanfics as well. This fanfic will involve suicidal thoughts/attempts, major death and suggestive themes. If you are easily triggered to such topics, then I highly suggest skipping out on this fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy...

"So, how exactly is a mother supposed to be like," A female voice called out through the darkness that clouded the individual beside her.

At her angelic tone, the person's eyes opened to the glaring sight of the sun beaming onto the both of them and the golden sea they laid upon. His body slowly raised upwards, meeting with beautiful black eyes that stared back into his own. However, his gaze quickly went down to her nicely plump lips that separated gracefully to reveal a shy toothy grin. Breathing hit his left cheek lightly while examining the beach as the cries of seagulls invaded his eardrums. They would always wonder around, but would always end up on his lover.

He loved everything about the pink shaded woman. He loved the sight of her curly long cotton candy hair, her perfect pale skin, and though some would see her as off, he did like her rose quartz gem located on her stomach. She was completely flawless in the smaller human's eyes. Eventually, a chuckle escaped nervously for the male to answer his lover's question softly, "Well, of course a mother would take care of their kid and love them. You got the loving down great! Now we just need to wait for the little guy to show up!"

"Guy," She questioned with a raised eyebrow. "You think the baby will be a boy?"

"Yeah," The male cheerfully responded while beginning to gently place a hand onto his love's curvy stomach, feeling the life inside of her resting peacefully. "I just have a hunch that it'll be a boy! T-Then again! I'm okay if it's a girl instead. It doesn't change that it's our little bundle of joy."

"Greg," The pink haired female addressed softly as her dark eyes shifted down to the cold ground below them. "What if the… What if the baby doesn't like me? Or something goes wrong and they. End up like me…"

"What's wrong if they end up like you?" Greg asked carefully, a hint of fear hidden in his timid voice as he spoke. Both of the parents' eyes were connected for what felt like an eternity until the woman answered with a crooked smile, "You know? W-What if they break things or don't understand Earth like we do?... I'm sorry. But you said it yourself. This has never happened before. And I'm kind of scared of what could happen…" "Hey."

Greg's hand began to shift downwards from his love's stomach towards her hand in a loving manner. She could feel the warmth of his flesh upon her own cold one, shivering at the touch as her crooked smile began to waver into a broken figure.

Her partner could tell something was wrong with her, and he knew that she knew he was going to do what he did best; Try to cheer her up. Try to make her happy. Try to make her normal when she wasn't even a human being. "I promise you, Rose. Nothing bad is going to happen to your or the child."

"Or you?"

"Or me… Everything will be okay, I promise you that. So don't worry about anything…" In order to ease her, Greg began to plant his lips onto Rose's slowly. Their tender kiss had become one filled with passion and genuine love. It was as if they could tell that right here, right now, was the perfect moment to display their compassion to their unborn child, who could hopefully feel the solicitude between them. Everything had to be okay. They needed to have a future together. They just had to.

Screams filled the temple as Rose held Garnet and Pearl's hands ferociously. The agony had found itself growing worse along with her grip, feeling slightly her life source depleting. It was odd. For some odd reason, it felt like the baby was trying to get a hold of the older woman's gem for dear life. However, she refused to give up something so precious like her soul.

She expected this 'labor' to be something that had lack pain and suffering. So why did this hurt more than anything in the universe? Her vision began to deplete as her shaky irises landed onto the figures of her friends. There was mumbling between them. Or talking. She could barely tell with the buzzing that invaded her eardrums, abusing their power to block all the sounds around her.

The gems before her began to become big blurs of light and darkness in the dim area around her. Were they disappearing? Was she beginning to poof during labor? Or was the child beginning to kill her? It was hard to make out. Surges of throbbing started to emerge from her lower body with her lower half taking it all in.

Was this revenge? Revenge from the diamonds? For the horrible things she has done? For the skeletons locked in her closet? If so, this was pretty good for an act of torture. If she was crying out as loud as she could and dripping in sweat and blood, that means their job was done. That she needed to give up. To let this baby go...

But that was the last thing she would do.

Rose grunted hard, pushing as long as she could before she could poof or crack in any way and ruin it all. She almost felt sorry for the baby beginning to fall in love with her pure form. She wished she could just disappear and leave her gem as a gift for them… But she had a future! A future where them, their mother and their father would live happily together. Where they would love them together! So she let out one more scream. One more push…

Success…

The gems were greeted with the soft cries of a newborn baby. The cries of a young boy. Greg was right about their child being a guy. Well, in this case, a boy. Even though she wasn't in the state to stay up, she wanted to experience this moment. She wanted to hold her baby.

So she waited for the blurred balls to give her her creation, which took a little longer than usual. Seconds of waiting became minutes to the horror of the pink haired female. Eventually a small ball of fuzz was handed to Rose aggressively for her to examine carefully as everything started to become black. Gasps were heard and screams from her friends started to become eternal. With her strength depleted, all she could do was listen and stare into the baby boy's blank cold eyes.

"What will we do?! What do we tell her?!"

"Calm down! We don't want to scare Rose or the child!"

"Amethyst, tell us everything! And I mean everything!"

"I-I don't know what happened! I just got there and there were all these lights and cars and-. Ahh! What do we do!? What can I do!?"

The pink haired female wanted to comfort the crystal gems. And she definitely wanted to comfort her now crying child. Her child. Who had stopped crying. Or speaking at all… But she couldn't do anything. She couldn't feel or see anything anymore. The screams got louder along with the gasps and crying. The gem began to panic as the words flooded her head.

What was going on? What happened? Where was Greg in all of this!? Someone needed to tell her something, anything! She just wanted this punishment to end already! Little did she know that this was just the beginning of it all.

From this day forward, Rose Quartz, mother of Steven Universe and lover of Greg Universe, would watch her beautiful sanctuary known as Earth become the starting point of her personal hell...