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?
I do, anon. At least, to the classes that aren’t very dangerous. History of Magic, Runes and, depending on what’s going on that day, Charms and Herbology. Mama taught me a protection charm to cast over him in case anything goes awry, but I’m situated in such a way that the last place anything would shoot would be toward us.
If I’m going to a class that’s much too dangerous to have him around in, he goes with his daddy. Our schedules work out that way and our professors keep us informed about what we’re doing in class, so I’m very thankful.
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?
Between the pain I’m still in regularly, my lack of sleep and the demands of school that I insist on meeting, the very last thing on my mind right now is sex.
But thanks, anon, you always know what to say.
Nope. Little Slytherin or Hufflepuff. I’m 100% convinced.
It feels so wonderful to be back, and with Lucas in my arms.
He’s already made a best friend in Nearly Headless Nick! Who knew he was such a softie for babies?
He’s convinced that I’ve given birth to a Gryffindor
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?
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.”
I don’t know, but I locked myself in the library last night and sped-read ‘how to raise a baby’
Did you find anything good in the book? Have you slept since then?
I know we do. The list just never seems to end…
No list seems to be meticulous enough, something’s always left out. What do you have in mind?