Josette Dolohov

@josettedolohov

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itsrabastan:

“We’ll manage it,” he agreed with her with a nod. Despite sounding confident he felt anything but. He felt more like a little kid playing dress up than someone preparing to have his own child.

“We will,” she quickly added, squeezing his hand and giving their parents a smile. “Mum and I -- and Mrs. Lestrange, of course. We can plan something together quickly. It’ll be lovely.”

itsrabastan:

“We’re both fairly private with our personal lives as it is, it wouldn’t be a jump for us to not announce anything straight away.”

“Exactly,” Josette nodded. “And I can take enough photos and angle them so that people think nothing of it until we announce that the baby is here.”

itsrabastan:

Thinking that he would actually quite like Jo’s parents to still like him, he stayed quiet, resisting the urge to interject and say she should still have a dress. Realising joking wouldn’t work he grew more serious, straightening up. He really did want her parents to like him but he wanted the wedding to be a happy one more. “We’ll invite a few close friends and family,” he said smoothly, not asking permission. He thought he saw his father look slightly impressed but he wasn’t sure he didn’t just imagine it.

“Having no one there only makes it seem like there is something to hide when it comes out,” his mother added to Rab’s relief. “No doubt their friends will also be hounded about it afterwards, it will be easier if they don’t have to lie.”

"No one said an elopement needed to be done in the dark of the night,” her mother agreed with a nod, and her father agreed, also looking minutely impressed with Rabastan’s assertiveness, especially following the joking.

“We’ll go on a long honeymoon once I start to show,” Josette added, “and then I can hide this. No one needs to know when the baby comes. We can announce it well after the fact, it’ll look presentable.”

itsrabastan:

He watched his parents as they walked out, trying to gauge their expressions and only looking away when Jo’s father spoke. “Perfect,” he said at the same time as Jo spoke, glancing towards her briefly.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure you can find a dress in a few weeks,” he joked, attempting to lighten the very heavy mood. It didn’t work, and probably just came across as cavalier but he smiled anyway, ignore his father’s narrowed eyes.

“You won’t need a dress,” he father said, “It’ll be private.”

“We should still do something, though,” Jo suggested.

itsrabastan:

“Definitely,” he smiled, standing up as he heard the handle on the door rattle. He held a hand out to Jo to help her up. “If they’re pricks ignore them,” he muttered quietly so only she would hear as the door opened.

Squeezing his hand, she held onto him tightly as the door opened and their parents stepped inside. “We’ve set a date for the end of the month,” he father announced gruffly.

“That soon?” Jo asked.

itsrabastan:

“It is, I don’t think there’s room for the two of us to freak out,” he teased.

“No, it’s probably best we take turns on that front,” she chuckled.

itsrabastan:

“Pretty okay.”

“Good,” she let out a small sigh of relief. “That’s good.”

itsrabastan:

“Sometimes, sometimes not,” he replied. “Lucinda helps.”

“I suppose three babies of her own helps,” Jo nodded. “What about right now?”

itsrabastan:

“No, neither can I.”

“Are you freaking out?”

itsrabastan:

“Merlin knows,” he laughed softly.

“I can’t believe this is real life,” she chuckled.

“It’s fine,” he repeated after her with a nod.

“Look at us,” she chuckled, “who would’ve thought.”

itsrabastan:

“Exactly,” he agreed, lightly running his fingers up and down her back as she sat down to calm her. “They’ll take all the credit and be incredibly smug about it. What’s done is done, they can’t change it.”

“And our mother’s always talk about grandchildren,” she added, letting out a breath. “You’re right. It’s done, they’ll be fine. It’s fine.”

itsrabastan:

“Just looking at you is making me anxious, can you come sit down?” he asked, gesturing at the couch. “Hard part is done, we listen to them shout or give out for a few weeks and then they’ll be over it.” He hoped anyway.

Ceasing her pacing, she nodded and sighed, then went to sit down next to him. “They’ll be happy once we’re married, and then they’ll pretend as if they’d planned all this from the beginning.”

itsrabastan:

“A while yet,” Rabastan shrugged, sitting on the couch behind her. Well used to his father, he had a feeling this would go on for a while. “Our mothers might come out soon but I don’t think the other two will.”

“At least it’s over with now,” she sighed.

“How long do you think they’ll keep whisper screaming?” Josette asked, pressing her ear against the door as if it would tell her what their parents were saying in the other room. “Maybe we won’t have to come out at all. Maybe your parents will leave, and my mum already doesn’t want to talk about any of this.”

itsrabastan:

“I don’t think I’m at risk of that,” he laughed.

“I just can’t risk it.”

itsrabastan:

“I’m not growing a baby.”

“No, but you can’t starve to death on me,” she chuckled.

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