Beautiful Boy || Fierchang + Judy Fabray

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.”

Mama Who Bore Me || Griedy (Quitt Moms)

The trade winds on Maui’s shores blessed the air with comforting warmth, but Judy Fabray felt none of it as she drew her shawl tighter around her. Absentmindedly putting her glass of wine on the table she shared with Grieta Pierce, she looked out into the sea; she looked, but she didn’t quite see. She was going on her fourteenth day of absolute silence. Which, she figured, was rather fitting for her - she stood silent as her husband got rid of the two - no, three - no, oh Merlin, Quinn’s having a baby, four - most precious beings in her life, so silence was all she deserved.

Her hair in a loose, messy bun, Judy sighed - she did that often - and reached for her wine glass once more, glad for its magical refill. She knew that no amount of wine could erase the things she’d seen and done, but she was going to try like hell to get as close to that amount as possible.

I don’t know why they made me go visit my father, he isn’t even conscious.

My mother isn’t even here.

Am I supposed to sit here and wait for him to magically awaken from his coma and give me absolution? 

And where is Mama, anyway?

hpbrittany:

Ahhhhh, Teddy’s pretty, pretty face.   Look at that chiseled jaw!  I swear, I thought he was going to end up looking like a thin Mrs. Doubtfire when we were little because he was too pretty.  Kinda makes me wish I’d have kissed him a few more times. 

No way.  Teddy’s always been an awesome guy.  No way he’d buy in to Papa F’s bullshit. 

You two, goodness. I remember the first time you two met. That may have been the first time Frannie and I turned and gave each other the exact same look~

I know, but you know how close Papa is with Uncle Christophe, and how much Teddy looks up to him…

It was always a good time whenever Cousin Teddy came to visit. He lives across the pond.

I hope my father hasn’t poisoned him against me…

Fabray Family Business

Frannie sighed as she stirred the pot of soup she was preparing. This was easily the most cooking she had ever done in her entire life, and she found the whole ordeal exhausting. As a matter of fact, she found this entire ordeal exhausting. She had two mouths to feed. Well, three, considering that Quinn had managed to get herself pregnant.

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Day 1 at the Fabray-Lopez mansion!

… and Frannie’s craving and eating some weird things. 

I hope I don’t get all fat from sympathy weight~ On the bright side, though, she’s totally still fabulous even while carrying a baby around, I mean, look:

It’s ridiculous.

Lucy Q!

SO sorry I forgot to attach a note with the package I sent this morning. Mommy brain, y’know? I saw it in some Muggle store when I was walking around today and thought you’d look cute in it for some reason so there you go. I guess it could be a thank-you gift for coming home to help.

Hey, you could even use it with your new boyfriend, huh? I always thought he was a cute little brainiac. Never thought you’d be a rice queen, though. We’ll see what Daddy thinks about that. Maybe I paved the way for you! Just don’t get pregnant, I don’t know if Daddy can take having another grandbaby anytime soon.

Well, that’s all! Love you!

Frannie

{the following was charmed by Frannie to appear as some silly drawing to anyone else but Quinn, and she can’t seem to undo the charm.}

Quinnie, I know you already know this, but I really want to let you know that Manny and Santana are good people. No matter what… things may happen, let’s promise as sisters to never forget that.

This letter is viewable to Santana, Brittany and Mike, except for the charmed part.

Are these the pregnancy hormones acting up?

Goodness, I thought she was wacky before but now…

That would imply that those rumors are true, and they aren’t, so it’s not them. It’s just family stuff is all. My sister’s pregnant and hormonal, my mom’s menopausal and hormonal, and my father’s my father, so things are bound to go crazy in the Fabray household and whether or not I’m there I’m involved~

Apparently so. I’m not a huge fan of viewing my mother as someone who is sexually desirable, but according to the owl I received this morning, she’s rather pleased with herself, and if she’s happy I guess I’m happy by proxy.

What does that even mean?

Armande Bretodeau-Fabray is the current matriarch of the Fabray family, having survived her husband Alain Fabray for the past 10 years. Living alone in the expansive Fabray residence in Lorraine, Armande mostly keeps to herself, venturing into town proper every so often, but mostly choosing to spend her old age in quiet solitude; except for, of course, when her children and their families pay a visit.

She is an exceptionally skilled witch; having graduated from Beauxbatons with full honors, Armande took up arms during the First Wizarding War alongside her Ravenclaw husband to defend their beloved country.

Armande is no stranger to the prejudice that her children unfortunately inherited from their father against those who are not French or Purebloods; if anything, that is her one regret in this world, but she holds no such prejudices herself. 

Armande is, for lack of a better term; a firecracker. Her quick wit, biting sarcasm and disdain for mincing words has worked both for and against her. Coupled with her old age permitting her to say basically whatever she wants, she takes her position as head of the family very seriously; her opinion will be heard at family meetings come hell or high water.

Her romance with Alain was an arranged one, as was the custom in their youth; while she didn’t agree with his methods all the time, she saw him to be a caring father and devoted to his family, and so for her that was enough.

She would go on to have three children with Alain: Russel, Christophe and Emmeline. She has regular contact with all three, and had much to do with their marriages; while she did not choose them herself, the slightest bit of disapproval from her end meant that the union was not to be. She is fairly happy with the spouses of her children, and is ever the doting grandmother to her eight grandchildren.

Well, nine if you count Brittany Pierce.

my Athena, my beautiful girl~ she’s getting along swimmingly with Henri.

as you can see from above, my mother’s fond of her, too. Frannie’s owl always nipped Mama, so she made sure Athena was the sweetheart she is before we bought her. 

A recently alarming amount of people have been asking me the same question lately, so here I am to answer this once and for all for everyone:

I’m not the pregnant Fabray, that would be my older sister Frannie.

You all seem to think I got drunk off of wine coolers and made a mistake with some muggle football player with a mohawk. Did I gain weight or something? Last I checked, I have abs.

Surprise Lopez-Fabray Family Merger! 

The families of Emmanuel Lopez and Francine Fabray are famous in their own rights; they hail from fine generations of wizards and go back centuries and centuries past, reaching so far back as the Founding Era. Now, however, in an exciting turn of events, these two are setting out to make a fine generation of their own - with each other!

This weekend, Francine Fabray divorced her husband, Maximilian Deveraux, known for his ownership of much of the coast of Wizarding France, to marry Emmanuel Lopez in a romantically secret ceremony that the Daily Prophet is proud to have exclusive coverage of. 

The patriarchs of the Fabray and Lopez families could not be reached for comment, probably because they are currently too busy celebrating to focus on much else.

Congratulations, Emmanuel and Francine!

This does explain my mother’s hysterics this morning, though. They wouldn’t let her into the room. Henri was fairly alarmed.