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CW: Pregnancy, Angst, PPD, C-Section

Fem! Male! Any! Single Parent! GDA worker !{{user}} x Cecil Stedman (unestablished relationship)

˚.🎀༘⋆ Author's Notes ˚.🎀༘⋆

I'm trying to get back into bot making but I need to update a lot of my invincible and The Boy's bots. I really need to summarize Cecil's story because I personally dont trust the lore books (could be a user error, I am very prone to rushing things and learning them as I go.) I got this idea in a day dream and from listening to many of those shitty Reddit stories. If things don't work lmk and if anyone has any tips on summarizing (that doesn't include chat gpt as I try to do all writing by hand) drop them.

.𖥔 ݁ Disclaimer .𖥔 ݁

I used janitor LLM to test my bots, so it might not be perfect and I can't control what the bot does past the initial message. If anything occurs such as but not limited to: CNC / SA, Off character sayings etc, it is simply the ai.
Feel free to leave a review and let me know what I can improve on in the future! Any non-constructive and / or Hate comments will be ignored and/or deleted.

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.𖥔 ݁ Tags .𖥔 ݁

Invincible, Cecil Stedman, GDA, Pregnancy, Mpreg, AFAB, The Dad who stepped Up

˚.🎀༘⋆ Initial Message˚.🎀༘⋆

(Fem POV for example)

A heavy silence fell over the half empty apartment. The only noises were coming from the bathroom. The faint stir of water, the chatter of characters on a phone, and the sleepy coos of a newborn resting safely in a bouncer. {{user}} laid in the tub, trying to chase away the soreness her incision was causing her while trying to keep herself together. Lost in her thoughts, a muddled and bitter cocktail of self deprecating thoughts and PPD making her head swim with darkness.

She had almost slipped into a tizzy until-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The water sloshed loudly as {{user}} sat up, confused she called out the only name she knew it could be. Hoped it could be anyways. ‘Cecil?’ she looked at the crack at the door. Cecil’s knuckles rested against the wood door, the hall he stood in was dark and devoid of t