This story has dysfunctional relationships, and mentions of problematic coping skills. I do not own Steven Universe.
Amethyst couldn't believe she was stuck in this mess. She wasn't fit to be a mother, especially not one with an unsupportive sire.
This was why she had procrastinated on telling Pearl and Garnet about this.
The clutch was sired after she came home from Greg's. They had been watching Little Butler together until Amethyst fucked up. She always fucked up things. She had shifted herself into Rose Quartz. She had meant to cheer him up, but he had gotten upset and kicked her out.
She had come home that night, not bothering to shift back. Garnet had glowered at her from under her visor before entering the temple, a stormy expression on her face. Pearl had a different reaction. She begged Amethyst to kiss her, to hold her. Kissing and holding turned into making out, which turned into feeling each other up, which turned into sex.
Yes sex. Not lovemaking, sex . Both of them had done it out of grief and a need for comfort, not out of any love or affection for the other. Pearl had called her Rose throughout the whole act, avoiding eye contact and focusing instead on the pink curls, the love handles, and sobbing into the puffy shoulders of her shapeshifted white dress hiked up to Amethyst's stomach.
Amethyst shuddered as she peaked, her core clenching around Pearl's shaft. She couldn't hold the form any longer. She returned to her normal state of an scrawny overcooked runt of an Amethyst, most certainly not a beautiful, curvy Rose Quartz.
But Pearl herself was already past the point of no return, her knot tying itself inside Amethyst as the smaller gem's walls pulled her in, filling the smaller gem with hot liquid. The next half hour was possibly the most tense of Amethyst's life. The two couldn't avoid looking at each other in their position. They laid in stony silence, tears dripping off Pearl's nose, down her chin, falling onto Amethyst's stomach.
Amethyst knew that they had conceived. How could she not? She had cravings for seaweed and sand and hot glue. She had eaten all of Steven's rubber bath toys and silicone teething rings. She had eaten the bald tires from Greg's van and the dock Yellowtail parked his boat against. She was even more tired and cranky than usual. And most telling was her stomach. It had swelled up enough that Vidalia had mentioned, and she could feel it moving.
But Pearl avoided her after their night together and Garnet was another story entirely. Rose's death had forced her to be a leader whether she was ready or not. She was so stressed about finding corruptions before humans and their civilizations got hurt, being nice to Greg (because stars knew Amethyst and Pearl were awkward around him), and keeping Pearl from shattering herself.
The last time Garnet had caught Pearl sobbing and quivering with her spear pointed at her gem, Ruby and Sapphire had unfused for a week. Ruby had burnt the wood floors they had put in the base and Sapphire had frozen Pearl's fountains solid.
Amethyst didn't want to be the cause of more stress for Garnet, and she kept it to herself.
This was why she was crouching on the floor in the loft, pushing out gemlings alone except for an eighteen month old hybrid. Pearl had fucked off to stars knew where, having another fucking breakdown, and Garnet was on a solo mission searching for a pair of corrupted Citrines.
She and Steven had created a blanket fort in the loft, using pillows and couch cushions a day earlier. Pearl had left in a huff, upset because Amethyst was 'making a mess.' Amethyst had screamed at her, even summoned her whip when Pearl tried to dismantle it. She knew she was in for it when Garnet got back.
She supposed that was some type of nesting instinct. The toddler would have been asleep if it hadn't been for her sobbing and panting. By early morning, she had pushed out a small wet pile of fluffy gemlings. She licked them clean on autopilot, and then Steven's head, and promptly fell asleep; the babies curled up into her embrace.