Y'know, I'm getting really tired of people asking if I'm pregnant.
oroxannethechaser:
[As she watched them round the corner, Roxy began tugging and pulling at her sweater in an attempt to cover her stomach a bit more. It was pointless, but it was a habit she’d picked up from the past few months of trying to hide their little secret.]
It’s lovely to see you too, Hannah. [She smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. If she was telling the truth, she’d been avoiding Frank’s parents ever since the school closed. She didn’t want them to figure out what was going on before she and Frank had a chance to explain.] Oh, I’m not too sure about that. I think it’s the other way around. [A faint blush crawled onto her cheeks at Neville’s comment. If only he knew how many times Frank had kept her out of trouble when she needed him the most. Roxy leaned against his side almost instinctively, thankful for the comfort his touch always seemed to offer.] Yes, it’s…kind of important.
Well then, by all means, come on in. Have a seat, and I'll go bring out some tea.
Thanks, mum. [Frank walked into the living room and over to the couch where he sat down and patted the seat beside him for Roxy, watching his dad nervously across the room. He had that sort of look in his eyes that said he knew exactly what was coming. In a way, it was comforting, because that meant he wouldn't blow up about it - his suspicions had already cushioned the blow. When Hannah came back in with the tea, she ans Neville sat down in chairs that had been pushed in close to the couch so they could talk.]
So, what is it dear?
