If you're here from tumblr then hello. For those of you wondering, I wrote a text post a while back with this headcanon and now it's here.


Photo #81: Nine Photos in Nine Months

Right before her eyes, Eadlyn sees a collage of her mother consisting of nine pics. Each photo has a side profile of her mother standing at the same window at what seems to be the same time of day, early in the morning. Even her mother's poses in the pictures are the same. All of them have her mother standing sideways, looking down at her stomach with a smile on her face and her red curls looming over it like the branches of a willow tree.

At first glance at the first photo, Eadlyn is confused. She wonders why this photo even ceases to exist. What's the point in it? Then, as she looks along at the next eight photos, she notices that her mother's stomach is growing because of a baby bump. Eadlyn gasps a little in adoration since she now understands the sequence of the photos. Pregnancy always amazes her only for the fact that it's a little human baby growing inside of its human mother. How could that possibly not be fascinating?

And not only is her mother's baby bump growing along the course of the photos but so is her smile.

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Month One

"I know what we should do!" Maxon exclaims.

"What?" America questions, crossing her legs as she sits on her bed.

America recently found out that she was pregnant with her and Maxon's third child very early on in the pregnancy. A sudden doctor's appointment revealed that she was just about a month into her pregnancy.

"We should watch our baby grow," Maxon proposes.

"You mean by an ultrasound?"

"No, no, with this." Maxon picks up his camera.

"How is that going to help?"

"Stand by the window."

America stands up and stands in front of the windows that currently has its drapes closed but with minimal sunlight peeking through, creating an almost shadow-like effect. Maxon holds up the camera and uses a free hand to gesture to America how she should pose. Once she's showing a side profile and has her hands on her flat stomach with her head looking down at it, smiling. That's when Maxon takes the picture and America understands why they're taking these pictures.

Month Two

America stands in the same stance as the month before, already looking down at her still-flat stomach. Maxon lowers the camera from his eye, already capturing the picture.

"Isn't this technically pointless since the baby isn't even showing?" America questions.

"The baby is technically in there," Maxon cleverly responds. "Thus, we must document. Also, this is for the fact that you will be complaining about being huge when you get stretch marks."

"I hate you."

"I know."

Both of them obviously kidding with one another.

Month Three

"There's a baby in there?!" Ahren exclaims.

"Yes, there is!" America replies happily.

"I don't see it," Eadlyn says.

"Me neither," Ahren adds.

Maxon laughs to himself from behind the camera. America rests her hands on her still-flat stomach as she looks down at her twins who place their hands on top of hers. The explanation for how a baby is in there can be for another day.

Month Four

"See, kids," America says to her twins softly, putting one of their own hands on her baby bump that's just starting to peek out. "Your baby brother or sister is in there."

This time, the twins believe that they have a little sibling in there since they can see it yet not be able to see it at the same time. Both of them are stoked by the fact that they are going to have a little brother or sister and it's currently in their mother's stomach.

"How did the baby get in there?" They both ask their mother.

America's smile quickly goes from happy to cautious as the curious eyes of her twins blink up her in anticipation of her answer. America lightly bites her bottom lip as she turns to Maxon for help on this. Maxon pretends to distract himself with his camera, leaving America alone to come up with a story.

"A stork delivered it," Maxon exclaims.

"A cabbage patch!" America exclaims at exactly the same time.

Eadlyn and Ahren look back and forth between their parents, their curious eyes now downright confused. Maxon and America look at one another, unsure of how to make this situation better.

"A stork delivered it to a cabbage patch," America explains not really making the situation better.

"A stork got it from a cabbage patch," Maxon explains at exactly the same time, making the situation worse.

The twins are even more confused now. At this point, Maxon and America don't really know how they could diffuse the issue without throwing lighter fluid into the fire. The truth to how a baby is made is a conversation for another day.

Month Five

"Maxon!" America exclaims as he lowers the camera. Her hands are on top of her baby bump.

"What?!" Maxon exclaims, dropping his precious camera onto the bed and running over to his precious wife.

"The baby kicked!" America exclaims.

Left speechless, America puts Maxon's hands on her baby bump. They both lean forwards to look down at their baby, smiling contently as they both feel another set of kicks. Their foreheads rest against one another and they can feel the other laugh.

Month Six

Maxon takes the picture and to his surprise, America signs exhaustedly. She throws her hair into a swirling bun and throws her arms down.

"Thank god that's done," America says. "I just want to lie down." She lies on her bed carefully. "I am so big now and I know it'll get worse. I just want this baby out. Damn you for making me pregnant again."

Maxon scratches the back of his neck. A part of him wants to point out the photos he took of her at the two-month mark of her pregnancy and remind her of when she said there was no baby there, but the better part of him knows to keep his mouth shut.

"I love you, dear," Maxon says to her in hopes to lighten her spirits.

It doesn't work to the degree he wants, but America smirks back from the corner of her mouth.

Month Seven

Maxon focuses the camera on America and can't help but notice that America has her hands on her baby bump but her mind is completely somewhere else in thought. Maxon lowers his camera for a second and waves his hand above his head to get her attention.

Nothing.

His wife is completely zoned out.

"America?" Maxon questions.

America snaps back into reality and looks at him. Her eyes are spooked out.

"What is it?" He asks.

"What if we secretly have twins in here that the doctor couldn't spot?" America questions. "Those stories do exist."

Maxon is left speechless. No smart comment or an 'I love you, dear' can help him out of this.

Month Eight

"If only I could fit into my regular jeans," America says.

She looks up nostalgically, reminiscing those denim days where she wore her comfortable jeans as opposed to her comfortable maternity jeans. She hasn't worn those beloved jeans in months.

"Just one more month," Maxon says encouragingly as he lowers the camera.

"One more?" America scoffs. "Ha, I wish."

America laughs a little. Maxon isn't sure what was so funny about what he said. He isn't sure if he should laugh along or just keep quiet.

"If only post-delivery weight wasn't a thing," America states.

"I had no clue that was a thing," Maxon replies.

America gives him a look. "Nice save, Maxon Schreave, nice save."

Month Nine

America is in a state of pure bliss which makes the final photo all the more beautiful. Maxon knows that this photo won't do justice to what he can see with his own two eyes. His wife just carries that type of beauty that can only be seen and appreciated with their own eyes.

America looks down at her baby bump that has now finished growing. Her smile is the brightest that it has ever been as tears of pure joy form in the corners of her eyes and fall onto her baby bump. America couldn't fathom that the baby in there will soon be in her arms.

"You aren't even born but I already love you so much..." America mutters to her baby.


Nine photos in one chapter. Go me! I am such trash for babies it's so cute.

Stay Tuned - America gets a very catchy tune stuck in her head.