colouredlines
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I'm just praying we don't get something along the lines of:Seems to be the way of it with Jack romances. At first everyone is softly, gently carting her about like a rare china tea set, then the put downs start. I think the way it'll go with OH is it will be uncovered that he's a man in a blackmail attempt involving angry lesbians which Jack will foil by coming out and bravely standing up to the blackmailers. Then the death threats via DM will start. That'll be followed by a Guardian article about gender critical elements in the lesbian community persecuting her about her sexual orientation and gender identity*. Everyone will coo at how brave she is. When that high wears off, we'll have an engagement and endless twittering about how difficult it is to have a queer wedding as the bridal shops of Southend chase her from them premises roaring "traaaazers on a bird, it ain't right". That will be a short lived high and then finally the stories about what a dimwit OH will start before ending abruptly because HE LEFT.
*Not a single criminal charge will be brought against anyone involved in this, chiefly because they only exist in Jack's head.
When I saw the unmistakable two lines, my ovaries lurched and shuddered as if I'd just eaten an entire tin of anchovies. How could I be pregnant again? Whose baby was it: Harold's, or his identical twin Stanley's? What had started as an accidental nuzzle had blossomed into a triangular relationship, with the three of us growing so close we even borrowed each other's hats.
As the months passed, I booked myself in for my first scan at Southend General. The middle class, Tory-voting midwife looked up from her Jamie Oliver cookbook and eyed my tattoos and swollen midriff with disdain, and I distinctly heard her mutter, "Should've kept her legs shut." I burned with the rage of a thousand mighty suns, and vowed that my baby - whether the child of Harold or of Stanley - would someday be brave and strong enough to overcome their humble beginnings, come back to this very hospital, shit in a bag, and leave it on the midwife's desk. That would show her.