You could never be a wash-out of a mum.
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Iâm going to try not to be.
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@mrspotterbitch
You could never be a wash-out of a mum.
--- Weâll see.
Iâm going to try not to be.
Itâs nothing. Iâm happy for you and I donât want to ruin something thatâs exciting and ought to be celebrated with my own momentarily selfish pity parties. Thereâs nothing to worry about, Iâm fine. I certainly donât think itâs fair that this is the sort of conversation you have to have after announcing youâre pregnant. Itâs meant to be about you. How are you? You and James werenât exactly planning, were you, so it must have been a bit of a surprise? Iâve just gotten some biscuits if youâd like some.
I got pregnant by accident, when neither James nor I are remotely ready, moped around for almost two weeks and quit my job for the most part because I have a very small amount of time to teach myself how not to be a complete wash-out as a mum, because my own is too-- well, dead, for me to ask her for advice. I donât even have a mother-in-law. Iâve told enough people by now for this to not be all that exciting for me, and I have to say that Iâm entirely more interested in your momentarily selfish pity party. My own has gone on for too long already.
âM comfortable with a lady.
Mmmmhmm. Alright, love.
Remind me again how we ever managed to get by in the completely muggle world? You canât go back after discovering the true purpose of the old warming charm. But at the same time, weâre never going to be left dependent on magic. Weâ Well, youâve got the oven thing down. But yes, please. Just hold the fork stillâ
Oh my god. Itâs perfect. The salt is perfect. It is entirely unfair how you can do it all but all I can do is fall more madly in love because of it.
Self-help books we nicked to annoy my sister? You really canât though. I use that charm on everything from my foot to my toes. Who would we be without the warming charm? We are a shame to the muggle world, but I guess Merlin would be pretty proud that we make such excellent and dedicated use of what weâve got. And hey, you arenât completely awful with the oven anymore either. Under supervision, you havenât burned anything in ages. Youâre doing better and better.
Iâd tell you to stop with the flattery, but I never say no to praise willingly. Iâm glad you like it, though, because Iâve got enough to feed a village or two. Itâs so peculiar how it seems like itâs not going to be enough when Iâm making it, and then I canât figure out how weâll finish it all when itâs made. A vicious cycle like no other.
I had a feeling.
I love you too. Like, a lot. I think the potatoes are getting cold.
I know.
The food is all fine and warm, donât you fret. I put a slight warming charm to keep it from cooling as quickly, but so it wonât burn our tongues right off once we get eating. Thatâd be awful, donât you think? Want a taste? Let me know if the saltâs fine.
Youâll be seeinâ a lady doctor, yeah?
Maybe. Maybe not. Weâll see who weâre most comfortable with.
prudenceleigh:
Iâm not a Legilimens, Lily.
Neither am I, Prue. Thatâs why Iâm asking what it is thatâs wrong, because you made a face, and not a bad face, but maybe kind of a sad face? Youâre my dear mate, and I care for you, deeply, so if there is something that is the matter, Iâd like to know.
I donât know what you mean.
Yeah, yeah, sâwhatever you â
â will they be lookinâ at your â ?Â
Yeah, I believe so.
Are you trying to manipulate me?
Should I need to?
Gasp! The horror. Honestly, Lily I donât think I could even begin to imagine such a bleak dimension. What other struggles are alternative you and I facing? The boots were our butterfly effect, the one little thing that set everything in the right direction. At least where tequila shots and bottles of wine were concerned. There is always Mr Potter. Itâs always good of us to let him feel useful in this relationship, I think. Ha, this is very true. I doubt theyâd be able to keep up with us but bless their probable matching socks, theyâd try. Thank you kindly, my eyes appreciate that. You wily minx⌠Who would I be to deny you your heartâs wishes? Well, in my defense it was a week ago and I was running late last Wednesday and I uh, sort of had to tip the drawer upside down a little and really it all just went wrong from there. Iâm sure baby Doe will understand. Either that or be horrifically ashamed, oh no. Theyâre too good, just too good.
Putting even butter to shame⌠I ought to start introducing myself like that I think. Although, it might just be you who brings it out in me. My words wouldnât dare stumble and stutter over each other in your presence. Plus Iâm pretty sure my vocabulary expands exponentially when weâre togetherâ there are just so many ways to say âyou beautiful flower petal, youâ. Always an act of love, promise. Youâre always helping me reclaim my far and few cool points. How could I have forgotten? Remind me again how I got so lucky as to wind up with you as the love of my life, apple of my eye, Gryff to my whoreâ I mean dor. Gosh, this is Marlene. Always in the back of my mind badly influencing. Iâll barge into the office of the head honcho and make sure thatâs right. Unless- Unless that would be Moody because somehow I donât think heâd be too sympathetic to our island dreams. It is always good to be prepared. Plus the whole point of retirement is to no longer worry, at all. My aching toes can hardly wait. That we are. I do, I understand quite perfectly. I do love all of those things. Not to mention sleepovers, secrets and ridiculous borderline-blackmail material photos. Speaking of ice-cream though we should definitely have some for dessert. Weâre pretty great though, huh? You and me, me and you. Spanning years, trials, tribulations. Terrible first year hair cuts. That there is. Toss the plant revolution under the âdoneâ title because weâve got a plan no green mastermind can overtake. Oh gosh, you are just too much. I think I might just fall in love with you a little more every day, Lily Evans. Okay, all jokes aside⌠We are. Weâre going to survive. I told you, weâre survivors. Weâll take whatever comes our way and weâll kick its ass, together. Youâre my Lily Evansâ Potter-Meadowes, and I promise you I will be careful. Always. Youâll never get rid of me, I think we both know this by now. I mean, weâre having a baby. Thatâs about as stuck as youâre gonna get and by stuck, I mean incredibly lucky. There will be plenty of matching outfits, tiny ones especially and yours will be the very best one. The catchiest. Listen, I want us to survive too, you know. Thatâs half the battle, wanting to liveâ wanting to believe. Itâs just as important as anything else and guess what? Iâm a believer. âIâm super excited for the life this gonna bring.
I love you, you know that?
Iâm sure youâll make the utmost effort.
Iâd have to, or else the Icarus Flytes and Lily Evansâ of the world would have my neck.
Whatever.
I think Iâm going to be a terrible mum, and I canât do it alone, and I need all of you to help me not be a terrible mum. I canât do it alone.
I was imagining James confusing your future baby as a quaffle in the midst of parental sleep deprivation. It was a tad concerning.
Youâre lying to me.
Sâpose itâs not fair for me to drink when you canât, yeah?
Butterbeer.
Thatâs sweet of you, but you donât have to not drink just because I canât, love. Itâs okay, I donât mind. I read in one of the baby books that a couple of sips of wine every other week wonât do the alien baby thing any harm. Iâll survive.
I booked us an appointment for the doctorâs for tomorrow. Is it okay by you if we see a muggle one for this? I think Iâm more comfortable with that, for some reason.
Sâworth it.
What do you want to drink? Apple cider for me, thanks.
She was aware there ought to have been words running through her mind, words coming out of her mouth, but for a moment, small as it was, nothing came. Finally, Lilyâs news seemed to break through her awkward with child bouncing around her head as Prudence tried to process, to arrive to the part where she could manage out a congratulations. She lost control of her carefully maintained wall as the news settled, unable to stop the split second of sadness and heartbreak that flickered across her face. She had been better with Alice, or perhaps she hadnât been as concerned about feigning a lack of absolute understanding with Alice, perhaps Aliceâs own desire to be pregnant had better prepared Prudence for that moment. She wasnât sure. She wasnât sure why, with Alice, it had hurt less, had felt less like a punch in the gut, had been easier to push back the swirling emotions which she kept tucked away until the long hours of night came.
She was happy for her, she was sure. Did not begrudge her the pregnancy, but the parts of herâthe parts that she had never been proud ofâcould not help but think that it was now two, two of her close friends who in nine months would have a small squirming little child that they would keep and hold and get to love. It was not fair for her to let her own baggage invade on this moment, to bring down Lilyâs own happiness as she watched her future child grow up. Watch them grow up, the words seemed to weigh her down, sinking until it created a pit in her stomach. Finally, after what she hoped was nothing more than a split second of selfish indulgence, she managed a small smile, pushing aside her own brimming thoughts on missed chances and closing doors.
âCongratulations!â She sputtered finally, drawing Lily into a hug which served to provide her a moment to regain her features as much as it gave a physical representation of her happiness for Lily. âHow far along are you then?!â
--- Prue? Whatâs wrong? And donât you say nothing, young lady, because I wonât believe you for a second.