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.
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
Brittany falls to her knees and wraps her arms around Quinn’s waist, burying her face into her best friend’s abdomen. She swallows hard and clears her throat, shaking her head at first, then nodding.
I know. I know. Because then he couldn’t hurt you anymore and Frannie would be safe too and Melie and Lucas would never have to fear him and goddammit why do I still love him after everything he’s done? Why do I love him and hate him all at the same time? And why am I so selfish and can’t shut up? He’s your papa, not mine.
Her voice cracks on the word ‘not’. Even after everything, he was still Papa Fabray. He had never been anything like her own biological father; the two men couldn’t be more different. But she had always felt loved by him.
Quinn silently listens to Brittany, her free hand moving to run through the other blonde’s hair.
I don’t know the answers to any of those questions but the last one, I guess, and we both know the answer to that one deep down.
She takes a deep breath.
The article at the very least said that Mama wasn’t anywhere near there.
You were angry, and surprised, and pregnant. Don’t feel bad about what you said.
Brittany looked up at Mike, almost as if she was just noticing him.
I’m glad you’re here.
What did you say, Quinnie? I mean, I might be thinking the same thing.
Quinn rests her head on Mike’s shoulder.
I wished he’d just died, Britt.
Tell me what you need.
Brittany reached out and took Quinn’s other hand, her own chin quivering as she held back confused and frustrated and really sad tears.
Are you okay? Which is like, the stupidest question I could ever ask. But… I don’t know what. I’m sorry this happened. I’m really, really sorry.
I don’t need anything, thank you.
I don’t really know how to feel. I said something awful earlier, and I still feel bad about it, so I’m back to just not knowing.