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fuck's sake, let me through
"I- I… I’m so sorry, Victoire. You’re both okay, though, right?" He moved a little closer, about to reach his arms out towards her when he realized that she probably didn’t want to be near him just then. And once he heard her voice break it took all his strength restrain himself from taking her in his arms right there and then. However, those thoughts were put to an abrupt halt as he heard two words, the very two words he didn’t wish to hear, emanating from her perfect, pink lips. His hands fell to his sides as he stared wide-eyed at his girlfriend’s stomach, his ears pounding. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. "They said that?" He had decided a month back, as he stood in front of the mirror in his and Victoire’s bathroom, that he could cope. That he could cope with what he had brought upon himself. That he could cope because it was only once a month, after all, and he always had Victoire. It was all well and good putting his own life in danger, but the life of his child… well, he didn’t think he could live with that. He had almost lost Victoire and the baby that night. But it seemed as though ‘almost’ wasn’t a word that fit very well in the previous sentence.
"Don't avoid the question Teddy. Where were you? Where were you that was so important that you weren't home?" She wasn't going to let him do it anymore. Victoire had sat back and let him keep things from her since they got back together because she didn't want to lose him again but this was different. This was something that effected their child and there was no way she would let anything less then an answer calm her down. Her gaze followed his to her stomach and she slowly pulled her knees up, blocking and protecting her stomach from view. "They said that it all stopped when the sun started to come up." Her fingers moved over her stomach carefully as if trying to sooth the little life inside her and calm herself at the same time. She'd seen her mother doing it when she was pregnant with Lou. Slowly she moved her eyes away from her stomach and looked at Teddy. "It's because of us. If they're right, it's because of us." She took a deep breath once again trying to hold onto her anger. "But I hope where ever you were last night was worth it Teddy. I really do. Because you're not welcome around me or the baby until you start telling me the truth."
Tedtoire by ~my-moonlit-musings
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fuck's sake, let me through
She was angry. She was so bloody angry. But, she still looked so… guarded, with her arm wrapped around her stomach. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her - and their child - because, for a second, it had felt like he’d lost her. Of all the scenarios the flew into his mind upon hearing the news all he could think about was the worst one. But that was always the way, wasn’t it? “Please, just tell me what happened? They wouldn’t tell me anything and- and…” It was ironic, he thought, how the rules had reversed, because Victoire had been in his position only two months before.
She slid further away from him keeping one of her arms around her middle still keeping the baby as guarded as she could. Vic shook her head. It was funny that he wanted her to tell him what had happened but he refused to tell her anything. He still kept secrets from her. "Where were you Teddy? I thought- I thought I was losing our baby and you weren't there. I was alone and terrified and you weren't there." Her voice broke slightly but she tried to keep herself strong. She wasn't going to break down she wanted to hold onto her anger. "They said it was because of the full moon. Why would there be something wrong with my baby when the moon was full?"
fuck's sake, let me through
Teddy pushed past the attending healer, who had been trying to clean up his face. He was there for Victoire; Victoire who had apparated to St. Mungo’s according to McGonagall, not for whatever wounds he received that night - they could be cleaned up easily. He had to see her, he had to know that she was okay, because they had to be more careful now, wasn’t that what she’d said? He continued running down the white corridors, his muddy shoes squeaking on the sterilized floors, occasionally causing him to stumble over his two left feet. Teddy knocked into the door, pushing it open as his body collided with the wooden panel, sending him flying across the floor. He scrambled to his feet, rushing to her side. “Victoire… Vix, what happened?”
She didn't want anyone to know she was there. That was what she'd told McGonagall when she'd woken up. She didn't want anyone there worrying about her. Though she mostly didn't want him there. It wasn't a feeling that she was used to. She was curled up on her side with her arm protectively covering her stomach. Everything about her position was protective of the little thing that she had been terrified she was losing. The door banged open and she flinched back away from it. Her eyes landed on Teddy and all of the calm she had been feeling evaporated. "Get out." She snapped. "You weren't there and I don't want you here now. Get out."
and it feels so cold // self para
Victorie didn't think she had ever been happier than she was at that moment. They were going to be parents. She was finally going to have a family with the man she love more then anyone else in the world. The two of them were going to have a child that Vic could only hope would be just like their father. She wanted nothing more then for the veela gene to take a backseat so she could have a beautiful baby with the same messy hair like their father. Vic still wasn't sure how to tell everyone that it was happening. She knew they would be happy knowing that she and Teddy were back together but there was still that one thing eating at her. What was he keeping from her? Would the rest of them see through her happiness to the confused and scared Vic underneath? She pushed the toughs away and dipped her brush back in the paint in front of her. Those weren't things she need to think about. Her eyes moved back to the window as she painted the outline of the moon. Teddy teased her about how often she painted the moon but the way it sometimes sat right outside the window couldn't be ignored. She tried not to paint it the same way over and over again so she added different aspects to the surroundings but tonight she was painting it just how she saw it. A jagged line formed across the painting as Vic flinched at a sudden pain her her stomach. She let out a breathy laugh as the pain faded and brought her other hand up to rest in her stomach. "That was odd." Her hand rubbed over it before she took a deep breath. It was nothing. Just a freak pain. Taking a slow deep breath she stood up straight. Nothing was wrong. She opened her eyes again and looked at the painting. The line had gone through the center of the moon and down the side of it, making it look like something had cracked the moon in half. She sighed and looked back at the window. Maybe she didn't need another painting of the moon. She put the paintbrush in the cup of water she used to clean it between colors and frowned. "Teddy?" Vic looked over her shoulder at the door. "Ted." She called again. When he didn't respond she frowned and looked back at the painting. He kept disappearing and it was starting to get to her. What could he be doing? She felt another sting and winced. "Ow." Her hand came back to rest on her stomach and she took a slow deep breath. It was nothing. Her heartbeat started to speed up as her nerves began to get the better of her. She didn't like this. Vic cried out as a sharp pain tore through her. She grabbed into the edge of the painting easel but it couldn't handle the weight and toppled over. Paint splashed across the floor covering everything it touched. Vic caught herself on the ground with her hand and she let out a pained whimper. This couldn't be happening. Her arms wrapped around her stomach and she squeezed her eyes closed. "Teddy." She sobbed out. Where was he? She needed him. The pain just wouldn't stop and she didn't know what to do anymore. What if she was losing the baby? How was she supposed to tell him? Tears started to stream down her cheeks and she slowly pushed herself to her feet trying not to think of the pain. Her hand pressed against the slight bump she had started to develop and closed her eyes. "You're okay." She took a deep breath and whimpered as another pain shot through her. Without a second thought she apparated to St Mungos. Her feet hit solid ground and she stumbled before someone's arms caught her. She looked up at the healer. "I- my baby. Please help me." Almost as soon as the words left her mouth her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
"Hopefully that’s meant in a good way."
"No it is, things are really good. How are you doing Darcy?"
"Things are just getting better and better."
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Good, I wondered if it was the right thing to say just after I said it. *chuckles* Glad you think that, actually. Because purple hair is a right pain. Also, my hair isn’t purple all the time, so the reason can’t be what we originally thought it was.
Oh so it doesn't turn purple because you love me? And Here I thought I was special. *laughs* I actually think it turns purple when you're turned on since it seems to get darker at certain times.
Can I leave this bed yet?
Thanks
Am I allowed to invite people here? Let them know I’m awake and stuff.
If you try and have a party in the hospital wing I will knock you back out alright? *smiles* Now with that said, go for it.
Can I leave this bed yet?
If you say definitely tomorrow, I won’t sneak out.
Fine, as long as nothing bad happens.
Can I leave this bed yet?
But hey, look, I always listened to you when I stayed here, when Nicola was here, I made sure I behaved, and I behaved when Eliza was here, can’t you let me out early because I listened to you then?
Yes you listened and that was great of you but that doesn't mean you get out early this time around. How about if you don't try sneaking out I might let you out tomorrow.
Can I leave this bed yet?
Well I’ll try not to do it again. I can stay away from the broom for a bit, but I have nothing to do here right now, Percy is probably galloping around the halls, and Eliza needs rest, and the walls here are depressing.
I can't help that the walls are depressing. I've tried to brighten them up and the house elves change them back when I go to sleep. Now when it comes to the other two- Yes she needs sleep and much like when you hung around here, she wont leave. Percy, well he'll gallop around the halls regardless. You're here for another few days.