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[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora walks into the bedroom, a stack of books in her arms and her hair pulled into a messy knot at the back of her head. The strap of her summer nightdress slips down her shoulder.*

Right, so.

*She tips the books onto the bedside table.*

Finished all of these.

Comments

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's crosslegged on the bed. He cocks an eyebrow.*

Okay.

[clumsy_auror]

So...

*She gestures encouragingly.*

You can read them now, too.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh.

*A blank look.*

'Kay.

[clumsy_auror]

...You don't want to learn about the baby?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Um.

*He's rather perplexed*

I thought I'd learn about him when he's here.

[clumsy_auror]

*She raises her eyebrows.*

Soooooo... you don't want to learn about all the lovely and not-so-lovely things that are happening to me in order to bring your child into the world?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Um.

Anything I say will be construed as problematic, won't it?

[clumsy_auror]

Not everything.


...Just most things.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

...Then I should remain silent?

[clumsy_auror]

*she grins crookedly*

When have you ever, though?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Um.

Now?

[clumsy_auror]

*And now she's laughing.*

Well then, I think there's only one thing to be done, if you're not talking.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

What's that?

[clumsy_auror]

...Um. Kiss me?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He grins. This is indeed a viable solution.*

You have to come over here first.

[clumsy_auror]

*She grins back, and takes a step closer.*

Or you could come over here.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Oh, but I'm all cozy.

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora snerks.*

You are such a--

*She cuts off on a gasp, her eyes widening.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*In an instant, he's up and beside her, heart in his throat.*

What?

[clumsy_auror]

*Her hand flies up to press against her abdomen.*

It's -- oh blimey, that feels so weird, I thought I might not recognize it but it's so --

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Now he's almost frantic.*

What?

[clumsy_auror]

*And now she's fumbling for Bernard's hand, and pressing it to her belly, too.*

The quickening. I felt him move. Like a fluttering. Bubbles. Ooooohhh, there he goes again.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*His mouth drops open, and he conentrates.*

I don't--

*And then, there's a tiny movement, almost negligible. He's awed.*

[clumsy_auror]

*She's grinning madly at him.*

That's the first time I've ever felt him. Oh my God, he's really in there, isn't he?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He says nothing. He just leans in and presses his lips to hers.*