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Jun. 11th, 2005 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clumsy_aurorIn the afternoon, while Bernard and Sunny played in the sandbox and Ellie hunted beetles in the grass, Nymphadora slipped inside, begging off for a moment on the pretense of fetching drinks and a book.
But instead of walking down the hall to the kitchen right away, she went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Flipped on the light.
Looked up at herself in the mirror.
Away from her family, the wide-eyed awe returned immediately, as she let everything wash over her once more. Aziraphael's warm blue eyes looking up at her, crinkling slightly at the corners. You're pregnant, love. Crowley's hand on her belly, a shocked laugh spilling from his lips. A baby.
"Okay. We need a plan."
She took a deep breath, not entirely sure whether she was talking to herself, or the baby. Possibly both.
"Here's the plan. We're going to the Healer's on Monday morning. He's going to tell us very interesting things like due dates and books to buy and, um. I don't know. Everything else. Make sure you're all right, in there. Get all the facts. Facts are good."
Nymphadora bit her lip, gazing at herself in the mirror still.
"And then we're going to talk to Allbright, and then we're going to come home and see how we feel and then we're gonna talk to your--"
She cut herself off abruptly, eyes widening still further, as what she had been about to say hit her. One hand slowly slid across her stomach.
"--to your dad."
And then, in spite of everything else about this whole situation that scared the living daylights out of her, Nymphadora smiled.
But instead of walking down the hall to the kitchen right away, she went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Flipped on the light.
Looked up at herself in the mirror.
Away from her family, the wide-eyed awe returned immediately, as she let everything wash over her once more. Aziraphael's warm blue eyes looking up at her, crinkling slightly at the corners. You're pregnant, love. Crowley's hand on her belly, a shocked laugh spilling from his lips. A baby.
"Okay. We need a plan."
She took a deep breath, not entirely sure whether she was talking to herself, or the baby. Possibly both.
"Here's the plan. We're going to the Healer's on Monday morning. He's going to tell us very interesting things like due dates and books to buy and, um. I don't know. Everything else. Make sure you're all right, in there. Get all the facts. Facts are good."
Nymphadora bit her lip, gazing at herself in the mirror still.
"And then we're going to talk to Allbright, and then we're going to come home and see how we feel and then we're gonna talk to your--"
She cut herself off abruptly, eyes widening still further, as what she had been about to say hit her. One hand slowly slid across her stomach.
"--to your dad."
And then, in spite of everything else about this whole situation that scared the living daylights out of her, Nymphadora smiled.
