This is the face he made when Mikey came back from a Quidditch scrimmage! It’s like he knows what today is~
Happy Father’s Day, Mike. Lucas and I love you very much, and we wouldn’t trade you for anything or anyone in the world.
I’m honestly surprised an ask like this didn’t come in sooner.
I assure you, I didn’t wake up one day and go ‘you know what, I’m not having a difficult enough life, and neither is Mike, so I’m going to get pregnant at sixteen and screw us both over.’ When I found out I was pregnant, I had no idea what to do, especially because I didn’t want to hold Mike back from anything.
Normally, I can deal with greyfaces like you, but this week’s been awful. Go bug someone else. Preferably none of my friends.
The guilt weighs on me daily. I’d never trade my son for anything in the world, but with every plan we make for the future I feel my heart ripping to shreds whenever those plans don’t involve what Mike’s always wanted to do.
It’s killing me.
That’s how it feels. Thank you very much.
Daddy and I don’t like NEWTs, either, sweetie.
Frannie’s coming to hold down the fort until exams are over.
Merlin have mercy. I just can’t wait until school’s over and I can go home and get things better put together, but it doesn’t seem like anything’s going to end~ And my boobs are really, really sore.
Aren’t these adorable? I love you, ducky!
(and we love Auntie Bee-Bee for finding these adorable booties)
It’s Friday, isn’t it, Mama?
My little man’s a little over a month old~ It’s been so hectic here that I haven’t been able to put anything up, but here he is!
He looks so much like Mikey. I just love looking at him. I do it so much that I’m late for class sometimes. With him in tow, of course. The professors love having him around.
I love you so much, sweetie. Even when you’re keeping me up and making me sore and going through diapers like Peeves goes through Dungbombs.
which he hasn’t done around Lucas thankfully
Why do you keep taking pictures, Mama?
that’s right, you’re Mama’s little
poop monster~ and Daddy’s mini-me! I can’t be the only one that sees it…
Welcome to the world, Lucas Michael Fabray Chang.
Mummy and Daddy love you with everything we’ve got. You’re our perfect baby boy, no matter what. Don’t ever forget that.
To Everyone: Here he is! We’re all doing fine, although Mikey and Britts may need some Skele-Gro for their hands~
Rachel: Did you somehow teach my child how to pause for dramatic effect in utero?
Fabang baby gif set
Quinn took a deep breath as she looked out the window, a hand over her stomach so swollen that she was almost afraid that Lucas was never going to come out. She was due tomorrow. Tomorrow. She’d never been so anxious on a Tuesday in her entire life.
She sighed and cuddled into Mike, having a spacious couch to themselves in Ravenclaw as they took a breather, probably one of their last, she figured, before they became parents. To be completely honest, she was scared out of her mind. She and Mike had spent the past couple nights just talking about how they were feeling; they were both scared, but with each other and their friends and (most of) their family they were sure that things were going to be just fine. Their baby shower was an affirmation of that; it was a wonderful event, full of love.
It felt as if an eternity passed in their comfortable silence; Quinn appreciated it, knowing how far they’d come from it. They were content to just be with one another, the hum of activity in Ravenclaw their background noise. “I love you,” Quinn murmured softly, reaching down to lace her fingers with Mike’s over her stomach. She did this without realizing that their background noise had diminished significantly until after they’d resumed their silence. She raised a brow; silence usually meant that someone blew something up beforehand, but she heard no such explosions. Did someone weird come in? Weird for Ravenclaw? She turned to see who it was that must’ve come in, and paled as she realized that it was her mother.
Judy, in all her Ministry finery, had a different air about her. Quinn couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but that was probably because she was so rattled that her mother was there in the first place. “Mama?” she choked, immediately standing up, though her hand didn’t let go of Mike’s.
“Quinn,” Judy said softly, moving towards the two of them. “Michael,” she nodded to Mike. “Please don’t be afraid,” she assured her, fear in her eyes that matched Quinn’s. She was shaking, Merlin, she was shaking in his arms at the sight of her mother. It killed Judy inside all over again. “I’m here to apologize, darling, to both of you.”
Quinn looked up to Mike, worry in her eyes, but she looked back at Judy, comforted both that Mike was there and that Judy was apparently there to apologize. “I’ve been awful to you, sweetheart, and I’m sorry, so sorry, for not protecting you, for not stopping your father,” Judy explained, her voice firm with a slight shake. “That-that’s all over, though, Quinn, I promise you. I know that Julia has been wonderful to you both, and for that I’m eternally grateful, but it’s time that I act like the mother I’m supposed to be.” Looking at Mike and at Quinn, she reached out for her daughter’s free hand, and she felt it icy cold but squeezed it; Judy almost sobbed at how Quinn so willingly squeezed back. “I’m here for you both, no matter what.”
Silence seemed to fill the room as Judy awaited a response. Sighing, she squeezed Quinn’s hand again. “Quinnie, say something,” she insisted, the silence killing her.
Silence seemed to be her only reward, until Quinn finally opened her mouth after looking first at Mike and then back at her mother:
“I think my water just broke.”
After all, I am set to give birth in about five weeks.
I will admit, I’m getting more and more ready for not being pregnant anymore.
The eggo? I don’t think I’ve ever called Lucas that before~ it’s adorable, though. I’ll allow it.
The eggo’s doing wonderfully. Nice and active. That means that sometimes my sleep’s interrupted by an impromptu dance practice, but he is his father’s son.
“That’s amazing, Quinn. I’m really happy to hear it. You’re going to be able to live your dreams.” He was genuinely happy for her. He wanted her to be able to pursue healing; she was an obvious natural at it. He was going to have to be okay with giving up his own. He was sad over it, but he had made peace with it. There was just no way he could do something as unstable and unpredictable as throwing himself into the dance world. Quinn and Lucas need a home and a provider. Dancing couldn’t give them that.
Besides, it wasn’t just his dad who thought his dream was silly. He knew most of the magical community would look down on him if he tried pursuing that. People rarely left the magical world to work in the muggle world. In fact the only person he could think of that had a similar dream was Rachel Berry, and he knew that only made his argument weaker.
The knife seemed to twist as he spoke; Quinn didn’t see it coming, didn’t so much as realize that all when she’d spoken. She couldn’t avoid it now, at least she didn’t think she could. She pressed a kiss to his collarbone, biting her lip as she thought of whether or not to speak her mind right then and there. Normally, she wasn’t one to hold back, but would it even be worth saying now?
“Baby…” she said softly, her hand reaching up to cup his face, looking into his eyes. “I know you’re a natural-born alchemist, and that you’d be a steady worker there, but… but I know where your heart really is, and it isn’t in that shop.” She held his gaze. “We may be plus one right now, but other than that, we’re no different than those sixth years over the Black Lake, talking about Pokemon and what we want to do with the rest of our lives. I may be a little better on a broom now, too,” she joked softly, “but I’m serious. Mikey, baby, don’t…” Quinn took a deep breath. “Don’t compromise your dreams because of what’s happening right now. We’ll be fine no matter what you or I do.”
“I love you too, Quinn. Does this mean I get to call you Mrs. Chang?” He asked with a goofy grin. “Because I kind of dig that,” he replied, kissing her forehead quickly. “I’ve said this before, I think, but I feel like I should repeat it. I’m in love with you, and I know we’re going to get married someday. I just know it. So it’s not a matter of being ready, it’s a matter of timing. It just doesn’t feel right getting married right now, you know? We’re still too young to fully appreciate it, I think. And I want to be able to throw you that dream wedding.”
He was almost positive he had told her most of that already, but it was worth repeating. He didn’t want her to think for a second that he wasn’t ready to marry her.
Quinn laughed softly. “The ring says I’m going to be Mrs. Chang, but that I’m not quite there yet,” she giggled, stealing a kiss after he kissed her forehead. The thought of having his last name wasn’t a new one; she was so disgusted with her family that she was honestly more than willing to drop that name altogether. Quinn Chang. She liked the sound of that.
She felt her heart swell as Mike spoke. It felt so good to know that he felt the same about her. She grinned as he spoke about a dream wedding. She was definitely one of those little girls that dreamed about how her wedding would be, who her husband would be. She loved that they were on the exact same page with one another.
“How’d I get so lucky?” was all she could say with a little smile before pulling him down for a kiss, a longer one this time.