28.6.1978|| silver and cold || amy & bella
Bella was ready for this child to be out of her, that was one of the most true statement she could fee. Even as she laid there her hand over her stomach she could feel how much Ursa wanted out of her too. Her hand rubbed over her stomach as she closed her eyes. Really she could have used a bath, it helped with the pressure on her back but Bellatrix didn't really mind at the moment. She hummed to her stomach, singing softly as she rubbed her stomach to try and calm the baby down. Sighing she leaned her head back against the couch,"You really need to come quickly, little terror." Honestly she wondered if her mother hated all of them because she'd had to carry them for nine months. Well she hated Andromeda and herself, Cissa seemed to be her prize. Maybe it was that blonde hair? She didn't want to think about it-- her fingers tracing over her stomach.
When the noise sounded outside of the sitting room she lifted her head as one of the large doors slammed open and then shut with decisiveness. She sighed letting her head fall back against the couch. "Don't slam the bloody doors they're older than Dumbledore."
@prince-amycus