So, motherhood. At first I was thinking about something plain and classic, about writing on Blake and Yang's daily struggle to raise a child… And then, my beta-reader popped up and gave me another idea. Just so you know, that guy is the one that reads everything I write despite the fact that I almost always finish it in the wee hours of the morning. So yeah, shout out to you Rodin!

Oh and also… This chapter will be tougher than the usual. You're warned. And there are some swear words too.

The sun had set for a good two hours, and Yang was trying to cook something that would at least seem edible, when the doorbell to her apartment rang. She wasn't expecting anyone, so she was a bit surprised, but she got to her interphone nonetheless, deciding that her lame attempt at cooking would have to wait.

When the video finally connected to allow her to see who was ringing her that late, she saw something that broke her heart almost immediately. It was Blake, shaking in the night breeze and barely holding a bag that seemed to contain some if not all of her possessions. And she was barely holding in a flow of tears that had already left its traces on her cheeks and usually so radiant eyes. Before she could even find the strength to say anything, Yang pushed on the button to open the door.

"Come on, get in. We'll discuss once you're sheltered from the cold," Yang managed to say, feeling her heart tear a little more when she saw the mix of hope and despair shining in the Faunus' eyes.

Seeing her like that reminded Yang of bad memories. Memories of the numerous time she had housed her friend because of her abusive boyfriend. Of the numerous times she had tried to convince her to dump him. Of the numerous time her heart had been severed by seeing how an asshole could win Blake's heart, when she had always felt too shy to admit her feelings. Taking a quick second to steel her feelings, she then went on with boiling some water for Blake. Now wasn't the time to complain about how unjust her situation was. Now was the time to help her friend as best as she could.

A light knock sounded a few minutes later, and Yang opened her door only to see that the interphone's camera, with its poor quality, had camouflaged most of the distress emanating from Blake as well as the reddened mark on her right arm.

"It's him again, ain't it?" Yang said, having a hard time not letting her voice trail out.

As nothing but a nod answered her, she took a step closer to Blake and wrapped her arms around the now frail woman not knowing how to convey all of her support in any other way. For a few minutes, Blake just cried in her shoulder and she tried to comfort her as best as she could, still in the doorway. Then at some point, Blake ran out of tears and Yang guided her to a chair in the living room / kitchen combo and put a cup of cardamom tea in front of her.

"If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay." The blondie said before taking a seat in front of Blake. "And if you need a place to stay for a few days, you know you can stay here."

She wished that she could say she wasn't expecting it… but it was false. Adam was too much of an asshole, and their relation was too toxic to think these kinds of things wouldn't happen again. Thinking about him enraged Yang, and when she felt that her eyes were ready to turn to crimson, she decided to focus on the situation at hand instead of how she could make him eat his own guts.

"Thank you Yang… You're a lifesaver." Blake said, finally raising her eyes from the bottomless depth of her tea.

"I try my best" Yang replied with a small, sad smile

"I think you have the right to know what happened… It's the least I can do for you," the raven-haired added hesitantly, her hands curled around the cup in search of warmth.

With anyone else, Yang would have insisted upon the fact that they weren't forced to speak, that she was fine with not knowing… But she knew that Blake was just bribing some time to choose her words, and that whatever Yang would say, she would end up spilling everything. So the blondie kept quiet, barely nodding to encourage her.

"We had an argument. I'm used to that by now, but it heated up quite fast… I was thinking about running out until the storm calmed when… when…" she painfully closed her eyes, taking in a raspy breath before finding the strength to pursue. "He threw me out. Said he'd never want to see me again."

"Hey, hey it's okay," Yang soothed. "You already know what I think of him and what he says…. Don't let him get to you okay? You're wonderful, and if he can't see it, then his loss. Now, chin up and tell me what stupid pretext he took to throw you out?" By now, she was barely containing the mix of rage and disgust she felt toward that so-called 'man'.

"I…" Blake's voice broke, and she lowered her head in shame.

"Hey, it's okay. You know you can tell me everything." Yang comforted, feeling like her 'do not be ashamed speech would have to wait.

"I got pregnant…"

It took Yang a few seconds to realize the depths of that sentence, to take in the information and link all the consequences. The first of them being that her anger got out of control, making her suddenly stand with her hands violently placed on the wooden table.

"You're telling me that this motherfucker threw you out because HE couldn't take HIS RESPONSIBILITIES?!" As Blake was staring at her like a deer in the headlights, she sat back before pursuing on a calmer tone. "Sorry. But I truly think what I said… That jerk is just a coward."

Sighing deeply, she thought that they were both way too tired to discuss it any further, and as Blake was finishing the last sip of her tea, she shrugged.

"We do as usual. I'll sleep on the couch until everything is sorted, okay?" – a tired, emotionally exhausted nod – "You can stay as long as you want. We'll figure something out."

She got up and around the table to hug Blake, before both of them went to sleep, Yang retrieving a spare pillow and cover in her closet. Like the tea, she had spared it for times of need, knowing that one time or another Blake could crash at her home. Finally closing her eyes, she found sleep when she thought that for once, maybe Blake wouldn't get back with this asshole. And that was the best new of the evening.

Wow, I wrote a lot! Despite the sad vibes of this, I'm pretty satisfied with what I wrote. Hope you enjoyed it too, even if it wasn't the lightest of fics…

Anyways, I'll see you all tomorrow !