FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Apr 9, 2024 14:11:51 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
She’d done everything you were supposed to do, too. Spicy food, long walks (waddles), an entire box of dates, and sex. Lots of it, too━like every night.
But now she was officially on parenting leave, and so was Theo, which meant they had all day to get this done. And Freyja was not stopping. This was happening today.
She’d made sure Hazel knew not to come for a surprise visit━her first year of college was nearly over, how crazy was that?━and Bo was handed off to Frank and Kit for the day. The same birthing pool they’d used with Bo was already blown up downstairs, and her phone was on the nightstand, already open to the midwife’s contact page. Freyja meant business.
And she hadn’t informed Theo of what they were doing past ‘we’re gettin’ this baby out today,’ and so if he was smart enough to pick up on it, then great. If not, he probably wouldn’t be disappointed.
After their breakfast settled and the boy was off to his uncles’, she ordered Theo back to the bedroom, and marched up the stairs before him. She was struggling out of her shirt when he finally arrived. “Damn… mother fuckin’...” Freyja hissed, but then Theo’s hands were there, freeing her, and she stared up at him with a soft, thankful smile. After a second, though, a determined expression snapped onto her features again. “I ain’t waitin’ another damn day. This’s ridiculous, y’know? At least with Bo, I was havin’ contractions for a day before.” It wasn’t a secret anymore, but it had been then. "Now? Nothin’. Y’know what that stupid pregnancy app told me this week?” She asked, shimmying out of her sweatpants until they dropped themselves, gritting her teeth as she did. “That our baby’s as big as a watermelon. A fuckin’ watermelon. Like, yeah, thanks━ya think I can’t feel that?” She practically shouted, then waddled to her side of the bed.
Freyja flopped backwards onto it, then started wiggling her way to the centre, still angry and grumbling as she did. “It’s a watermelon hangin’ off my body.” She growled, moving until she was propped up against a few pillows, her knees pointing up and spread. Finally, her green eyes slid slowly over her husband, and she smirked mischievously.
“So, we ain’t stoppin’ ‘til we gotta call th’midwives.”
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Apr 13, 2024 18:41:55 GMT
Not yet.
Nixon’s head had popped up like a meerkat every time he’d walked into their office in the last month. The fact that he was there should’ve been enough of an indicator that the baby still hadn’t arrived. This one was as stubborn as Bo, as stubborn as their mother.
Theo had narrowed his eyes at her over breakfast, looking for some twitch, some smirk that would prove the contractions were finally kicking in. Considering how frustrated Freyja was – and how hard they’d been trying to bring it on already – he doubted she’d be hiding it this time, but in the past she’d remained frustratingly tight lipped about their babies being on the way. Alright, maybe out of the two of them he was the worrier. This wasn’t something he’d be handwringing over though. They’d sailed through Hazel’s birth and Bo’s, it was gonna be exactly the same with this one. The only record of theirs they might’ve been breaking for just how overdue one of their kids could be.
Easter dinner at Frank’s place had been spent with all of them twitching at every move Freyja had made. Bo was probably the only one not expecting for his mom to go into labour at the table again. He wasn’t sure how the little guy was gonna take to not being the baby anymore. A little while ago he’d been passed off to his uncles with the hope that maybe the next time he was walked back through the front door, he’d officially be a big brother.
At this point Theo wasn’t sure what they were gonna do to make that happen. As a doctor he knew that babies all came in their own time – some with the added kick in the diaper of being induced – but there were things that nudged it along. He’d thrown as much spice as he could into dinner over the last week, had felt the sweat trickling down his own pink cheeks as Freyja had tried to get contractions to kick in. Walking a couple of times of day, Bo strapped to his chest, his eyes locked on the mound of Freyja’s belly (it couldn’t just grow exponentially, even though it felt like it was). Falling into bed last night after a week of attempts to turn one sort of contraction into another. Exhausted, hopeful, only to wake up to Bo snuffling at six that morning with no sign of his sibling in sight. Setting up the birthing pool before breakfast this morning had felt like it had to put out the call to the universe to get things going, but with the house to themselves again, they were still in waiting mode.
”You think you can scare her out of there with that sorta language?” Theo asked from the doorway. Under orders he’d followed her up the stairs, watching her sail into the bedroom like a boat cutting through the water, dead set on its harbour. Grinning at the sight of her with her shirt caught up around the big, round prow of her belly (and glad she couldn’t see it), he eased in. Theo tangled his fingers in her shirt, dragging his knuckles lightly over her skin as he drew it off. He knew the plans here, even before Freyja started puffing over the delays they’d faced.
The shirt was folded lightly, tossed on the dresser. He knew better than to argue they probably wouldn’t have much choice in it. ”He wanted to get you all worked up over maybe missing Thanksgiving dinner before he made his appearance,” he joked lightly. ”This one’s got her own plans for getting her mama all worked up.” Yeah, he was sure it was definitely another girl, although this one definitely seemed to want to fool their parents.
His arms would’ve slid around his wife, his fingers lightly working their way down her back, but Freyja was too worked up for it. Her sweatpants were already being kicked aside, her rant on the pregnancy app cutting off any more quips he had. One way or another she was ready to feel that watermelon squeezed out of her today. Thankful he wasn’t the one doing it, Theo squelched a wince. ”We’ll get ‘em moving,” Theo promised lightly, stripping off his own shirt and tossing it aside the same way he had hers. He wiggled his fingers like a piano maestro warming up. He could exude as much swagger as he wanted about being able to do this, but at the end of the day, the baby was still gonna decide when this was gonna happen.
Following her down, his knees finding the edge of the mattress before he started crawling closer. ”Your incredible body,” he argued. ”It’s kept our kid so safe and warm that she’s determined to stay put there. Sorry bub, it’s eviction time.” Dropping his head as he curled a hand around one of Freyja’s thighs, Theo whispered those final words right against her bump. ”Mama wants you here, not tucked away. We’re all waiting to meet ya.” Each addition to their family was a miracle he’d never expected to have. Tears tried to prickle their way into his eyes, but Theo willed them back. He wasn’t gonna cry through this, he’d save those tears for later when the baby was in their arms.
Aiming a wicked grin at Freyja, he slid his hand up her thigh, his fingers trailing the lean line of muscle. His mouth followed, light kisses heading for the slope of her stomach and that promised land just below it. Theo slid his other hand up, finding his spot, as he had done every night for the last week. He was gonna have faith, somewhere there was the trigger that would bring labour on and he’d work all day at finding it if he had to.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Apr 25, 2024 19:00:31 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
It didn’t take long for Theo to get to work, though, and Freyja grinned as she flopped her head back into the pillows, one hand burying itself in Theo’s hair.
They “worked” for hours, even taking a break for lunch━which Freyja, at least, didn’t bother to get dressed for━before getting back to it. Midday came and went, then four o’clock, and time kept sliding by like the sweat running down what felt like every inch of her body. With each hour that passed, though, it felt like they were no closer to their goal.
After numerous breaks, and enough rounds to satiate for at least a year (not that it would, of course), Freyja peeled herself from Theo’s chest and shifted onto her back, still panting. Her eyes lifted to peer over his shoulder, then frowned at their bedroom window. It was obvious the sun was lowering now, painting the outside in oranges, pinks and yellows, and she huffed out an exasperated breath. “This’s ridiculous.” Freyja muttered, willing her breathing to slow, but it didn’t cooperate immediately.
She ran a hand across her forehead, causing her blonde bangs to remain pasted sideways. “I mean, when the hell’s she gonna come out? I feel like my fuckin’ heart’s gonna explode.” Not actually, but she pressed a hand to her chest, then flopped it onto the bed dramatically, staring up at the ceiling. “No, I ain’t givin’ up. We ain’t givin’ up.” She levelled a determined look at Theo, then grabbed his arm and practically forced him to get back down to business.
About ten minutes later, as she was panting again (deeper this time), and pressure built in the base of her spine as her fingers squeezed his biceps, looking into Theo’s eyes. Freyja told him that she was getting there, one hand sliding up to his neck, pulling on Theo to get his lips closer. Finally, she cried out, feeling the pressure pop like a giant bubble in her pelvis. But then Freyja freezed, and all of the sudden she was sitting in the world’s largest wet spot. Any little shift of her hips and it would practically squelch.
“Was that━” Her gaze jumped to his, relief and hope shining through despite how terribly exhausted she was. And poor Theo━all three (relevant) parts of him must’ve been absolutely aching. “Was that my water breakin’?” A grin began to grow on her lips, and she puffed out a final breath. Contractions hadn’t started━unless she missed the first few━so it wasn’t time yet, but at least they’d accomplished something. The only problem was that now they’d likely be awake until the sun came up again.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on May 4, 2024 18:56:51 GMT
There might have been hundreds of sleepless nights coming, days where it would feel as though the only thing he’d done was change diapers, but Freyja would still have carried the heaviest weight in this pregnancy. He could feed her cravings, massage her swollen ankles, stand by her with her hands beneath the crazy swell of her bump, literally taking the weight off. While he’d been gone he’d even been able to be inside of her for a few moments during an ultrasound. It wasn’t the same, though.
”The cutest freeloader. One day she’ll start earning her keep, even if it’s just babysitting all her younger brothers and sisters,” Theo murmured softly, pressing a kisses in a line up the centre of Freyja’s chest. In a few months they’d forget how tough all of this had been and they’d started focusing on the good parts. How it felt holding that brand new life in your arms, tiny faces all pink and wrinkled, little fists able to grip so damn tight from the start. It was a mystery how they hadn’t figured out something weird had happened with Hazel when both of them had wanted a huge family and it hadn’t seemed to happen for more than a decade.
Now they were making up for lost time. Their last still barely into toddlerhood. This one hot on Bo’s heels, if she’d ever make her move. God, he wanted a half dozen more, wanted to see Freyja always glowing with motherhood the way she did now. Theo went to work worshipping her every way he could think of. Padding down to the kitchen eventually to refuel, his hair standing on end from the grip of Freyja’s hands, his own cramping as he stretched them out, his jaw tired as he chomped through a sandwich. At the rate they were going this was gonna be days of work, worth it for the eventual payoff.
Theo flopped back as Freyja did, limp fingers dragging across damp skin. He squinted at her, watching the sun’s glow light up every curve. One corner of his mouth rose. Rolling onto his side, he propped his head in one hand and stroked the other over her bump. ”She’s got your stubbornness,” he murmured. ”We could take another break …” His hand slid up to cover hers, his thumb stroking over its back. Much more of this and they were gonna be falling asleep during the actual birth – if it happened tonight. At the rate they were going they’d still be there at dawn, working themselves towards exhaustion to make it happen.
And there was that stubbornness. Theo laughed wearily, rolling close as he let her guide his hand. His lips found her temple, then her cheek, skimming across damp skin before he found her mouth. His fingers curled, falling back into that familiar rhythm, the one he’d hoped would find that higher crescendo this time. Eyes locked on Freyja’s minutes later, Theo hoped that this time was the charm. ”I love you,” he whispered as Freyja pulled him down into a kiss. Every touch, every shift of his hand exuded it. Throwing it out there into the universe. Her cry shivered over her skin, tension coiling tighter at the base of his own spine before there was a gush and everything went still.
Theo propped his hands either side of her, his knee finding the mattress to hold himself up out of the puddle. He really shoulda put one of those waterproof mattress covers down. Looking down between them, he started laughing. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t … only that all that work had finally paid off. ”It has to be … I’m not that good,” he joked. ”We did it. Finally.” Theo beamed down at his wife, then reached up to brush her hair back from her face to kiss her. ”Looks like we finally served the eviction notice.” In a matter of hours – hopefully not too many – they were gonna be holding their newest addition in their arms.
Rolling onto his side next to her – as far out of range of the wet spot as he could – Theo started trying to arrange the sheets beneath Freyja to get her dry. It was probably still too early to get the pool filled up and Freyja slipping into it. If the time it had taken for labour to even start, it’d be a miracle if this was a quick birth. ”You wanna head downstairs now? I could make us something to eat, finish getting everything set up.” Just in case their kid decided to finally get a move on. With it all feeling so close now, Theo was already growing antsy.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on May 30, 2024 23:24:01 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
“Uh huh,” Freyja mumbled as if she was even considering getting up. “Sounds good. Somethin’ light, though. I don’t wanna throw it up.” One green eye peeled open and she found Theo’s face, smirking a little as she did, remembering Bo and the sweet potato casserole.
Slowly, with a few groans and complaints, Freyja managed to get herself out of bed. She ate dinner without throwing up, and even managed a little nap━after watching Theo change the sheets, of course. Her contractions progressed until they woke her up, and then Freyja was groaning as she roused, shifting around restlessly in bed.
Freyja flopped onto her back and lightly smacked the rear of her hand on Theo’s chest, groaning his name━and not in the same way she’d been saying it only a few hours earlier. A quick glance at the alarm clock confirmed it was just after three in the morning, and their baby was finally ready.
“She’s comin’.” Freyja puffed, finally giving way to the pronoun Theo had been stuck on this whole pregnancy. She gritted her teeth and cupped the bottom of her belly, as if feeling for their baby would make any difference. “Fill up th’tub,” She groaned, “I’m gonna call th’midwives. After the next…” It was coming on again soon, she could feel it. And while they’d only get closer together, Freyja figured she’d have enough time to get on the phone.
From then on, everything moved quickly━for once during this whole damn pregnancy. The midwives arrived, and Freyja sunk her lower half into the tub, which would’ve been relaxing if there wasn’t a literal fucking human coming out of her. She’d already done this twice━she was basically a pro━but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt all the same. She’d read stories of women whose fifth babies had just “slipped out,” and Freyja couldn’t wait ‘til then. She was sure it wouldn’t take ‘em long.
… Even if this felt like the longest day of her life.
Just like with Bo, Theo was on the edge of the tub for support, clasping one of Freyja’s hands. Well, she was clasping him in a death grip.
The moment Freyja felt the natural reflex to push, she did, and a little while after that, she heard their baby’s cry. Freyja managed to peel her eyes open at the sound of it, grinning weakly as she finally laid eyes on… their little girl. “Eloise,” She whispered, reaching out for her baby, and glancing up at Theo with a smile. “Our little baby Eloise.” Perfect, just like their other two.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Jun 16, 2024 16:45:17 GMT
Oh, he always would, but he hadn’t been ready to admit that to Freyja as she’d told him not to sell himself short. Theo doubted the day would ever come when he finally realized what he’d done to deserve the gifts he’d been given in this life. The one laying beside him, skin damp with sweat, her mouth sweet and smiling under his. Three amazing kids and maybe so many more of them to come. Awful prices had been paid, but sometimes even that didn’t feel like it balanced those scales out. He’d been more than he could ever be grateful for, even if he spent every single moment of his life trying to do that.
”Shitty hearing and magic fingers, I’m a real gift,” Theo quipped, bending down to press a kiss to Freyja’s bum knee. His fingers glided under the underside of it, down to her ankle as he stepped back. ”Light, got it.” He swore he could see that glow in her, the one like moonlight spilling over puddles on the sidewalk – the way they had been the night of their first date, as she opened an eye to smirk up at him. A thousand perfect moments in their life together, memories worked in layers into the heart of him to be unpeeled, revealed to their grandkids in a few decades time (after Hazel finally found someone worthy of her).
Dinner was made with just a pair of shorts tugged into place, chicken and salad served up, picked over on his part as he waited to time every contraction that rolled through like thunder. Distant, far apart enough apart at first that he managed to change the bed and grab a shower before Freyja napped. Pacing the nursery for a little while, not quite exhausted enough to sink down beside Freyja immediately. He called to check on Bo, called his mom to let her know this was it, she was gonna have another granddaughter imminently. Leaving his hearing aids in, he settled back beside Freyja. Theo drifted off to sleep, his eyes locked on the shifting mound of Freyja’s bump.
The groan that slipped out of her started to pull him out of sleep, a grumble of his own rumbling out as Freyja started to move. He caught her hand against his chest as she thumped him, his eyes still sleep filled, creaking to half-mast. ”Now? Now!” The croak that’d muffled it at first cleared by the second puffing of the word. Now. Copying her big sister, this baby had decided the middle of the night was the time to make her appearance. ”Our girl needs to work on her timing,” Theo said with a grin as he slipped out from under the sheets. He leaned down, smacking a kiss on Freyja’s head. There wouldn’t be much time for tenderness once this really got going. It’d be a runaway train that culminated with them holding their little girl (him with tears rolling down his face).
Like a pro, Theo got the tub set up, bottles of water and cool damp cloths set aside before he helped Freyja down the stairs. From there on out the storm rolled closer and closer in a familiar roll of sound and pressure (as Freyja gripped his hand in a death grip through each contraction). It didn’t matter how many times they were gonna end up here, each would feel like some miracle playing out. He bent, pressing his lips to her damp hair, murmuring words of praise, support and love.
It felt like it’d been going on for a decade and for just five minutes all at the same time. This was it though. Theo scooted closer as Freyja began to push, those words of encouragement whispered into her ear with every push. Unsurprisingly, the tears started to blur his vision with the first cry that rolled out of their baby (he’d have said it was hormonal, the same way a mother’s milk came in, but this was him full stop). ”You did so good,” Theo puffed, sniffing in a breath as he looked down at their little girl – he’d crow later about that.
Eloise. They’d have to save their boy names for the next one maybe. Theo beamed a grin at his wife as he wrapped an arm gently around them both. He blinked away the tears but they were coming back just as fast. ”She’s beautiful, like her mama. Our Eloise. You’re already taking after your big sister too. She can’t wait to meet you. You’ve got such a huge family, they’re all gonna love you so much.” Tears broke over his lashes, but Theo was turning his head, pressing his lips against the side of Freyja’s. They were so damn lucky.
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