Tuesday January 20 [26 hours old]
Cheyenne was born at 11:26 AM on January 19.
She's still in the nursery as her lungs are a little sluggish but otherwise is completely healthy. I've been to see her as often as I can and I'm completely enthralled. Recovery for me has been a breeze so far. Wearing those huge pads has been a dream come true.
I think mum has told just about everyone she's ever met as she's been on the phone almost nonstop. She stops poor, unsuspecting people in the hallways to show them pictures.
Cheyenne has my fiery red hair and I feel positive that once she opens her eyes they'll be green, just like mine.
My older brothers came by yesterday evening to see her. My younger ones aren't allowed as they're too young. They both say she looks exactly like I did as an infant. I couldn't agree more.
Everyone is gone doing various things so I'm finally left alone for a moment. I close my eyes and sigh. I didn't know that I would feel so much for her immediately. I was concerned that the situation with her father would somehow taint my bond with her. Well, I needn't have worried. I sense, more than hear, someone approach the door to my little room and jerk my eyes open, positive he can't be who I think he is.
But he is. Draco walks slowly up to me, a guarded look on his face. I frown at him. "What's the matter, Draco?" He sits on the edge of my bed, beside my left leg. "If you don't tell me I may resort to violence." His expression doesn't change. "Seriously. You're worrying me. What's happened?"
"I wasn't sure if I would be welcome." My frown gets deeper.
"Why ever not?" He picks at an imaginary piece of lint.
"I hadn't received a reply to any of my letters. Richards said he'd owl'd you about who knows what. I didn't think I should come at all." I look at him curiously.
"Draco, look at me." He reluctantly brings his eyes to mine and holds my gaze. "Your bloody owl never stayed so that I could write you back. I don't have an owl at home. And I've been here for almost a week. How was I to send or receive anything from here? What must you have thought?" His eyes harden.
"I'd thought you accepted my proposal because you were looking for someone to take Richards' place." I stare at him, simply stunned. Without warning I grab a pillow from behind my back and hit him with it.
"You *smack* bloody *smack* insecure *smack* idiot." Draco moves away from my pillow attack.
"Bell, stop hitting me with that infernal pillow." I glare up at him.
"Not until you realize that you're a great big prat. What are you talking about, I agreed to marry you because I wanted to replace Keelan. Merlin, you can be so thick. I agreed to marry you because I love you, you moron." For emphasis I chuck the pillow at his face. With his Quidditch reflexes unfortunately it doesn't hit him, but to his credit he looks speechless. "Now, could you stop being so bloody stupid and talk to me?" He sits back down quietly, inconspicuously putting the pillow on his other side, toward my feet. "Explain, please." He sighs deeply, mussing up his hair.
"I didn't think much of it when you hadn't replied, really. Lena told me you hadn't replied to her either. We didn't want to, I don't know, overwhelm you so we agreed not to send anything else. That same day Richards told me that he'd sent you a letter. I don't know what he'd said but it infuriated me. How dare he? I got angry and we dueled there in the corridor. We both lost 30 points. After that I just stewed and apparently overthought things, making connections and jumping to false conclusions." He pauses, drawing in a breath. "When Phoebe sent me an owl I was completely convinced that I was merely a replacement. I don't think I was particularly polite to your healers." I just shake my head when he's done.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy," He winces at his full name. "You are completely ridiculous. Come here." As if unsure of himself, he hesitates before moving closer. I take his hand and pull him so he's resting against my chest. "You have a daughter, Draco." I feel his breath hitch. "Would you like to meet her?"
"I can't, Bell. I wouldn't know what to do." I hug him as tightly as I can manage. His uncertainty makes me hurt for him.
"You're gong to be wonderful, trust me."
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Cheyenne is two weeks old and we're finally able to take her home. She developed jaundice and had to stay in the hospital for some extra time. Completely normal in newborns, especially ones that are born early. Dumbledore was gracious enough to allow Draco to stay with me for a week. Having him there when I had to go home and leave Cheyenne at the hospital did me a world of good.
Charlie sets Cheyenne down, who is currently snoozing in her car seat, and shuts the front door behind him. "Well you're all home now, Bell. How are you feeling?" Mum is back at work, having taken the first two weeks off, so Charlie took the day off to drive us home.
"Slightly overwhelmed, I think. She isn't even awake and I'm having trouble adjusting without the nurses here to help." Charlie looks at me sympathetically.
"Of course, but you'll do just fine. Plus Glenda will come by during the day for the first little while, so that should help, yes?" I nod, but it does little to assuage my worries.
Being a teenage mother qualifies me for certain programs through the hospital. One of them is a nurse that comes to your house everyday for the first week that you're home to help you settle in. Most babies are newborns, as they go home when they're a day or two old, but Cheyenne's extended stay in the hospital prolongs the help I've been receiving. I have to say I'm quite grateful for it. Motherhood is frightening.
"Why don't you take her to the living room and sit down and I'll make you a sandwich?" I nod again, grab the car seat's handle and carry the baby to sit on the floor beside the couch. She shifts a little but doesn't wake. I slide onto the couch and shutter out a sigh, looking around at the baby paraphernalia. A bassinet sits off to the side of the couch, a swing is smack dab in the middle of the floor. I wonder where mum shoved the coffee table and notice it in the front hall.
I'd thought about how different life would be after she arrived. The obvious late nights, a new person to bring with me wherever I go, the all consuming thoughts of caring for another human being. Merlin, how mum did this six times I'll never know. I wasn't prepared for the soul shattering, ever persistent self doubt that I feel.
Growing up with 2 older and 3 younger brothers wasn't easy in any stretch of the imagination. Ruthless teasing, being ganged up on countless times, but always content in the knowledge that each one of them has my back no matter what. I grew up with a self assurance and confidence that only comes from having multiple siblings. And it all seems to crumble with the prospect of caring for my own offspring.
I jump when Charlie suddenly appears before me. I hadn't heard him come into the room. "Sorry, hon. Here," He hands me a plate with a sandwich and cut up cucumber slices on it and sits beside me. "Anything you'd like to talk about?" I toss a cucumber into my mouth.
"How do you get past the doubt and fear enough to properly care for another person?" Charlie's eyes soften and he pats my knee in a reassuring manner. He looks down at Cheyenne and smiles.
"You never truly do. Once you think you have they throw you a curve ball that messes it all up again," He winks at me and I feel a light blush across my cheeks. "Mostly you do the best you can with what you have and figure it out along the way. No one has it figured 100% of the time." A sudden thought occurs to me.
"How did you accept mum, someone with three kids that weren't yours, into your life?"
"It was never a question for me, Bell. I loved your mother and I loved you and your brothers as if you were my own. And you are my own. I love you no differently than I do the younger boys." I feel tears spill from my eyes. "Draco loves you. It's quite obvious. And don't worry, I won't tell your mother." I blink and take a bite of my sandwich to stall.
"Tell her what?" Charlie chuckles and looks pointedly at my bare ring finger.
"Draco asked me for permission, you know." My eyes widen.
"He failed to mention that little detail." Charlie pats my knee and stands up.
"You'll be fine, hon. Now eat and nap while you can." I smile lightly and watch as he walks out of the room. What? Draco has some explaining to do. Before finishing my lunch I jog, jog!, up the stairs to my room. To my surprise, an owl is sitting on a perch beside my bedroom window. "We thought we'd surprise you, so you're not dependent on other's owls. He still doesn't have a name." I spin around to see Charlie leaning against the door frame.
"Seriously? You got me an owl?" I turn back to my new owl and approach him. He hoots at me softly. I extend my arm and he gently nudges my finger with his head. "He's beautiful. Thank you." I turn back around but Charlie is already gone.
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Draco,
I had an interesting conversation with Charlie today. You have some explaining to do, mister!
In better news, Cheyenne is finally home. I wish you could be here to share it with us. I've included pictures for her fan club. I know they don't move but they'll have to do.
Send my love to Lena. She especially loves hugs.
Give Hector a nice treat before he returns. This is his first flight.
My love,
Bella
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02.03
Dear Bell,
I had planned to tell you but couldn't find the opportunity. I'm a proper gentleman, Bell. I do things the proper way.
I'm so glad that she's home. I know how anxious you've been even if you can't articulate it. I cannot wait to come home to the two of you every day. June is closing in!
Don't expect any of the photos back. I may or may not have kept them all.
Hector has been very polite.
Yours,
Draco
06 May 2017
05 May 2017
SEHE; Chapter 19
Monday January 19 [36w 0d]
"Just a few more seconds Bell, you're doing great." I breathe through another contraction, wishing I had someone here with me. Phoebe left just an hour ago after I assured her that I'm fine, I'm not in labour, and to get out. Well surprise, once the contractions started getting serious, did they ever mean business.
After the current one is done I let my breath out and ease my grip on the bed sheet. They're coming every 6 minutes or so. Not close enough for active labour but close enough that I barely have time to recover before the next one. "You've called my mum? She's on her way?" My nurse today, Jennifer, is very calm and soothing.
"Yes, love. When I called she said no more than twenty minutes. Should be any minute now, my dear." As if on cue, my mother rolls into the room with Phoebe in tow. Jennifer moves aside to let my support system do their jobs.
"Annabel, you told me you were fine." I grin up at Phoebe, who has a mock glare on her face.
"I thought I was. It's happening really fast." Mum sits at the end of the bed while Phoebe takes the labour ball in the centre of the room. Dr Anne walks in and smiles.
"We've got ourselves a full house. I'm just going to check to see how dilated you are, all right Bell?" I nod and grit my teeth. It isn't pleasant but she's done quickly. "100% effaced and I'd say about 5cm dilated. You're making great progress-" I tune her out as another contraction hits, gripping the sheets, leaning over the hospital bed. Jennifer digs her fingers into my lower back which helps immensely. I ride it out, trying my best to breathe. "Have you thought anymore to an epidural, Bell?" I shake my head and stand, my back hurting from hunching over.
"No, I want to do this naturally." Dr Anne has an amused look on her face but doesn't argue.
"Okay, I'll be back soon to check your progress." She leaves and Jennifer walks out after her. My mum smiles at me.
"No one's going to think less of you, hon. Epidurals are wonderful things." I walk around a little.
"I don't care what people think of me, mum. I want to do this for me. No one else matters here."
"What do you need us to do?"
"Ice chips." My mum smiles again before grabbing my empty cup and leaving my little labour room. I turn toward Phoebe. "She's going to drive me insane. I don't even have anyone to blame because Keelan isn't here."
"She just hates to see you in pain, Bell." I sigh and run my hands through my hair. I'd meant to braid it but it's hard to do that when I have to stop every few minutes. Without prompting, Phoebe brushes my hair back and french braids it neatly, managing to get the elastic on as another contraction starts. I turn and grab her shoulders, resting my head on her chest. She mimics Jennifer's motions on my back and this one passes rather quickly.
"Gods I hope this is over with soon. I am not a fan whatsoever." Phoebe helps me down onto the labour ball and I bounce around a little. It helps the pressure in my hips and pelvis and I sigh happily.
"I don't know why, Bell. It looks like a lot of fun." I glare up at Phoebe but am too tired to manage a retort. I manage through three more contractions before my mother makes it back with the ice chips.
"You'll never guess who I saw in the lobby. Do you remember Mrs Tolloway from down the street? Her husband is here getting a knee replacement." I grab the cup and swallow down a snarky comment. Phoebe's massaging on my shoulders helps to relax and keep me focused. Jennifer has been in and out, seeing how I'm doing. She says the contractions are getting closer together, fabulous, and stronger, wonderful, and doesn't think it'll be too much longer now. Two contractions later and Dr Anne is back.
"90% dilated, Bell, fantastic. This is very good. I'm going to move you to the birthing room, all right? It's baby time." I contemplate throwing an ice chip at her for being so chipper but decide against it. How she expects me to walk is beyond me, but I'm pleasantly surprised to find it's only through one door. I can manage that. Once I'm situated in the room Jennifer talks to me, mostly to my mother, about who the extra nurses are and why they're here.
Since baby is premature there are three extra nurses waiting for me to deliver. They will take her to the part of the hospital that the premature babies go to. Once she is assessed I will be allowed to see her. I've told my mum that she isn't to let the baby out of her sight for any reason.
I listen distractedly to the nurses and their conversations. One just got back from a trip to Japan yesterday, where she and her husband eloped. One is returning from maternity leave and misses her baby. The last one is planning to propose to his girlfriend for Valentine's Day next month. It helps keep my mind off the pain and pressure between my legs. "How are you doing, Bell?" I can't tell who asked so I just answer into the room.
"Lots of pressure. The strangest sensation in my arse." I hear a couple chuckles.
"I'd say it's time to push, Bell. Want to hop up on the bed?" I shake my head. I'd tried labouring while laying at the beginning and it was excruciating. It feels much more natural to do it from a squatting position.
"Nope, you'll have to catch this one, doc." I hear some movement behind me and feel my gown being moved. Birthing a human is no time for modesty, I've come to find out.
"Just checking you, Bell. 10cm, wonderful. It's time to push with the next contraction. Push exactly like you're having a bowel movement." I'm suddenly terrified that I'll crap all over her, but I think my intestinal tract has stopped working. In fact, I think all of my organs have stopped and I seem to be having trouble breathing.
"Breathe, Bell. You're doing great. When this next one comes, just push, hon. Just push, let gravity help." The imagery helps me focus and with the next contraction I grip whoever's hand is within reach and push down to my toes. Six contractions later and she's here. She's bellowing. She's tiny and she chisels a spot in my soul for herself.
My mum follows the nurses out of my room and Phoebe clutches my hand. "Good job, mama."
"Just a few more seconds Bell, you're doing great." I breathe through another contraction, wishing I had someone here with me. Phoebe left just an hour ago after I assured her that I'm fine, I'm not in labour, and to get out. Well surprise, once the contractions started getting serious, did they ever mean business.
After the current one is done I let my breath out and ease my grip on the bed sheet. They're coming every 6 minutes or so. Not close enough for active labour but close enough that I barely have time to recover before the next one. "You've called my mum? She's on her way?" My nurse today, Jennifer, is very calm and soothing.
"Yes, love. When I called she said no more than twenty minutes. Should be any minute now, my dear." As if on cue, my mother rolls into the room with Phoebe in tow. Jennifer moves aside to let my support system do their jobs.
"Annabel, you told me you were fine." I grin up at Phoebe, who has a mock glare on her face.
"I thought I was. It's happening really fast." Mum sits at the end of the bed while Phoebe takes the labour ball in the centre of the room. Dr Anne walks in and smiles.
"We've got ourselves a full house. I'm just going to check to see how dilated you are, all right Bell?" I nod and grit my teeth. It isn't pleasant but she's done quickly. "100% effaced and I'd say about 5cm dilated. You're making great progress-" I tune her out as another contraction hits, gripping the sheets, leaning over the hospital bed. Jennifer digs her fingers into my lower back which helps immensely. I ride it out, trying my best to breathe. "Have you thought anymore to an epidural, Bell?" I shake my head and stand, my back hurting from hunching over.
"No, I want to do this naturally." Dr Anne has an amused look on her face but doesn't argue.
"Okay, I'll be back soon to check your progress." She leaves and Jennifer walks out after her. My mum smiles at me.
"No one's going to think less of you, hon. Epidurals are wonderful things." I walk around a little.
"I don't care what people think of me, mum. I want to do this for me. No one else matters here."
"What do you need us to do?"
"Ice chips." My mum smiles again before grabbing my empty cup and leaving my little labour room. I turn toward Phoebe. "She's going to drive me insane. I don't even have anyone to blame because Keelan isn't here."
"She just hates to see you in pain, Bell." I sigh and run my hands through my hair. I'd meant to braid it but it's hard to do that when I have to stop every few minutes. Without prompting, Phoebe brushes my hair back and french braids it neatly, managing to get the elastic on as another contraction starts. I turn and grab her shoulders, resting my head on her chest. She mimics Jennifer's motions on my back and this one passes rather quickly.
"Gods I hope this is over with soon. I am not a fan whatsoever." Phoebe helps me down onto the labour ball and I bounce around a little. It helps the pressure in my hips and pelvis and I sigh happily.
"I don't know why, Bell. It looks like a lot of fun." I glare up at Phoebe but am too tired to manage a retort. I manage through three more contractions before my mother makes it back with the ice chips.
"You'll never guess who I saw in the lobby. Do you remember Mrs Tolloway from down the street? Her husband is here getting a knee replacement." I grab the cup and swallow down a snarky comment. Phoebe's massaging on my shoulders helps to relax and keep me focused. Jennifer has been in and out, seeing how I'm doing. She says the contractions are getting closer together, fabulous, and stronger, wonderful, and doesn't think it'll be too much longer now. Two contractions later and Dr Anne is back.
"90% dilated, Bell, fantastic. This is very good. I'm going to move you to the birthing room, all right? It's baby time." I contemplate throwing an ice chip at her for being so chipper but decide against it. How she expects me to walk is beyond me, but I'm pleasantly surprised to find it's only through one door. I can manage that. Once I'm situated in the room Jennifer talks to me, mostly to my mother, about who the extra nurses are and why they're here.
Since baby is premature there are three extra nurses waiting for me to deliver. They will take her to the part of the hospital that the premature babies go to. Once she is assessed I will be allowed to see her. I've told my mum that she isn't to let the baby out of her sight for any reason.
I listen distractedly to the nurses and their conversations. One just got back from a trip to Japan yesterday, where she and her husband eloped. One is returning from maternity leave and misses her baby. The last one is planning to propose to his girlfriend for Valentine's Day next month. It helps keep my mind off the pain and pressure between my legs. "How are you doing, Bell?" I can't tell who asked so I just answer into the room.
"Lots of pressure. The strangest sensation in my arse." I hear a couple chuckles.
"I'd say it's time to push, Bell. Want to hop up on the bed?" I shake my head. I'd tried labouring while laying at the beginning and it was excruciating. It feels much more natural to do it from a squatting position.
"Nope, you'll have to catch this one, doc." I hear some movement behind me and feel my gown being moved. Birthing a human is no time for modesty, I've come to find out.
"Just checking you, Bell. 10cm, wonderful. It's time to push with the next contraction. Push exactly like you're having a bowel movement." I'm suddenly terrified that I'll crap all over her, but I think my intestinal tract has stopped working. In fact, I think all of my organs have stopped and I seem to be having trouble breathing.
"Breathe, Bell. You're doing great. When this next one comes, just push, hon. Just push, let gravity help." The imagery helps me focus and with the next contraction I grip whoever's hand is within reach and push down to my toes. Six contractions later and she's here. She's bellowing. She's tiny and she chisels a spot in my soul for herself.
My mum follows the nurses out of my room and Phoebe clutches my hand. "Good job, mama."
SEHE; Chapter 18
Wednesday January 14 [35w 2d]
I shift a little in my bed, laying myself on my left side to see if it will help with the gradual onslaught of contractions. Phoebe is sitting at my desk doing her homework and she frowns at me. "More?" I nod.
"Seems so. I don't think I'm going to last the week, Phoeb." Her frown deepens and her eyebrows crease.
"Anything I can do?"
"Help me with this pillow. I can't get it quite right." She assists me with adjusting the pillow under my belly and sits beside me, rubbing my arm comfortingly. "I'm worried."
"Oh, honey, I know. But you're not alone."
"I want Draco to be there when I deliver. I don't see how that's possible."
"Do you think your headmaster will allow him to leave?" I shake my head sadly.
"I'm not sure. I wouldn't feel right asking anyway. He has enough to think about without taking up space in his head for my problems." Phoebe's hand halts before resuming her motions on my arm.
"You've mentioned a war?" I sigh deeply.
"I don't know much about it. I prefer not to read the papers because it's all hyped up nonsense. I know Draco's family is in the middle of it but he won't tell me any details. I suspect that's to protect me in some way. A boy in my year, his name is Harry, and two of his friends have been gone this year. Lots of rumours so I don't know what to believe. With everything that's been going on with me I haven't paid it much mind. I do know that people have died, most of them muggles."
"That's terrible, Bell."
"Yes. This bastard is a real piece of work. He idolizes purebloods above all else and he isn't even one himself. His father was a muggle."
"How does Draco fit into this?"
"His father is what is called a Death Eater. They carry out the bastard's dirty work and protect him. His mother has to publicly support her husband because it's expected of her, though Draco suspects she hasn't believed any of this stuff for a long time. Draco was being conditioned to follow his father, except he met me." Phoebe smiles at me.
"You saved him." It's a fact, not a question.
"I think I did. All I simply was, was his friend. I was with Keelan and didn't have any romantic feelings or otherwise. But I listened to him, gave him advice, and ultimately had to let him choose his own path. I'm very proud of him."
"You have every reason to be. And I'm proud of you, Bell." My 'brows knit together.
"Why?" Phoebe suddenly gives me a hug and moves hair off my face.
"For being you. For seeing the best in people even if they don't always deserve it. And especially when they don't see it themselves. For keeping it together when you have every right to break down. For being strong." Tears leak out of my eyes and down my face.
"You're amazing, Phoeb. You're a wonderful friend." We smile at each other and I try to ignore another painful contraction. It must show on my face because Phoebe frowns.
"I'm getting your mother." Before I can stop her she's left my room. I huff and throw my arm down on the bed behind me. A minute later Phoebe and my mum enter my room, both looking worried.
"I think we should go to the hospital, Bell." I shake my head.
"No. I do not want to go there. If I go there it means I won't be leaving until I deliver." Sudden, angry tears trails their way down my face. My mum sits beside my.
"Sweetheart, you've carried her this far, let the doctors do the work for you now." The anger dissipates as quickly as it came and I'm suddenly, utterly exhausted. Mentally and physically drained. I have nothing left to give and it scares me. "I'm going to call the hospital and let them know we're coming, okay?" I nod, my eyes closed, and listen as my door shuts. I feel Phoebe take my mum's spot on my bed.
"Is your bag packed?" I nod again and point at my dresser. Sitting beside it are two bags. One for me and one for the baby. I somehow managed to convince Nate to help me pack it. Seeing him put a big pack of industrial sized pad into the bag is something I'll never forget. I open my eyes and watch Phoebe retrieve them and set them on my desk. "Do you want to change or wear that?" I'm wearing pajamas. Not much sense in wearing actual clothes if I can't go anywhere.
"Yes. Maybe changing will help me feel better." Phoebe smiles and helps me pick out a comfy pair of leggings and a tank top, completing the ensemble with a sweater I stole from Jordan. "I do feel better."
"That's the spirit. Come on, I'll help you down the stairs." I pee first and then we make our way to the kitchen where mum and Jordan are sitting at the table. They both look up as we enter the room.
"I've called the hospital to let them know. They said they would alert your doctor."
"That's my sweater." I grin at Jordan.
"Going to take it back?"
"You've stretched it beyond recognition. No way it's fitting me now." I snort and flick his forehead. Jordan is a foot taller than me, with a broad, stocky build. He played rugby in school and I think his arm is as big as my head.
"Come now, children. No matter how old you get, you're still toddlers." I catch my mum's eyeroll and Jordan chuckles. It's nice to see them getting along. He changed while I was at Hogwarts and for the better. Nate tells me he's cleaned his act up and has stopped hanging around the losers that influenced him so heavily. I suspect his girlfriend has something to go with it but he still hasn't told anyone about her.
I jump a little when there's a sudden tap at the kitchen window. I hear my brother mutter bloody owls.. before opening the window and untying the parchment from it's leg. It swoops off as soon as the letter is freed and Jordan hands it to me. I recognize the messy scrawl and frown.
"Something the matter?" I shove it in my bag and decide to deal with it later.
"Nothing at all. Shall we get a move on then?" I catch a look between Jordan and Phoebe but ignore it, instead slipping my shoes on.
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It's late at night and everyone has gone home. After much stalling I finally pull the letter out of my bag and resume my frown at it. It's from Keelan. Before overthinking it too much I slide the string off and unroll it.
Whatever Malfoy told you about me isn't true.
I flip the page over, knowing there's nothing on the other side. What in Merlin's name is that about? I haven't gotten any other letters from Lena or Draco since Friday so I have no idea what Keelan is on about. Before Christmas I had heard a rumour that he'd joined Voldemort and become a Death Eater but I couldn't believe it to be true. But I don't know him anymore, that much is clear. And this letter isn't promising either way.
I fling it away from me and slam my fists into the bed's mattress. Like I'd suspected, I've been admitted to the hospital until I deliver. I don't know how I'm going to send or receive letters now. I doubt the hospital takes too kindly to owls flapping around the halls. I huff out a sigh and lay back against the pillows. Damnit. Before I can wallow for too long a nurse strolls in.
"Hello, dear. I'm here to hook up your monitoring belt so we can keep track of your contractions." I nod and she pulls two long elastics with holes at even intervals out of a drawer. I sit forward as she wraps them around my back and belly, securing them with what looks like a plastic disc with a metal knob in the middle. "This one will monitor baby's heart rate, and this one will monitor your uterus for any contractions. They're a little uncomfortable but unfortunately have to stay on at all times."
I nod and readjust myself on the bed. "Dr Anne said something about effacement?"
"Effacement is the thinning of the cervix and it happens at the beginning of labour. Luckily you're only about 50% effaced and not dilated at all. Good signs for now. It could take hours to change or weeks so we'll keep our heads up." The nurse, whose name tag says Theresa, smiles at me in what I think she believes to be a comforting way. I just want her to go a-way.
"Thank you."
"No problem, dear. If you need anything just press the call button." After another smile and busies herself out of my room. Without anyone here to keep me company I feel edgy and stressed. Keelan's letter didn't help matters much. He may not be involved but his actions could indirectly effect the baby's life. I don't want that to happen.
Without many other options I roll onto my left side and try to get some sleep.
I shift a little in my bed, laying myself on my left side to see if it will help with the gradual onslaught of contractions. Phoebe is sitting at my desk doing her homework and she frowns at me. "More?" I nod.
"Seems so. I don't think I'm going to last the week, Phoeb." Her frown deepens and her eyebrows crease.
"Anything I can do?"
"Help me with this pillow. I can't get it quite right." She assists me with adjusting the pillow under my belly and sits beside me, rubbing my arm comfortingly. "I'm worried."
"Oh, honey, I know. But you're not alone."
"I want Draco to be there when I deliver. I don't see how that's possible."
"Do you think your headmaster will allow him to leave?" I shake my head sadly.
"I'm not sure. I wouldn't feel right asking anyway. He has enough to think about without taking up space in his head for my problems." Phoebe's hand halts before resuming her motions on my arm.
"You've mentioned a war?" I sigh deeply.
"I don't know much about it. I prefer not to read the papers because it's all hyped up nonsense. I know Draco's family is in the middle of it but he won't tell me any details. I suspect that's to protect me in some way. A boy in my year, his name is Harry, and two of his friends have been gone this year. Lots of rumours so I don't know what to believe. With everything that's been going on with me I haven't paid it much mind. I do know that people have died, most of them muggles."
"That's terrible, Bell."
"Yes. This bastard is a real piece of work. He idolizes purebloods above all else and he isn't even one himself. His father was a muggle."
"How does Draco fit into this?"
"His father is what is called a Death Eater. They carry out the bastard's dirty work and protect him. His mother has to publicly support her husband because it's expected of her, though Draco suspects she hasn't believed any of this stuff for a long time. Draco was being conditioned to follow his father, except he met me." Phoebe smiles at me.
"You saved him." It's a fact, not a question.
"I think I did. All I simply was, was his friend. I was with Keelan and didn't have any romantic feelings or otherwise. But I listened to him, gave him advice, and ultimately had to let him choose his own path. I'm very proud of him."
"You have every reason to be. And I'm proud of you, Bell." My 'brows knit together.
"Why?" Phoebe suddenly gives me a hug and moves hair off my face.
"For being you. For seeing the best in people even if they don't always deserve it. And especially when they don't see it themselves. For keeping it together when you have every right to break down. For being strong." Tears leak out of my eyes and down my face.
"You're amazing, Phoeb. You're a wonderful friend." We smile at each other and I try to ignore another painful contraction. It must show on my face because Phoebe frowns.
"I'm getting your mother." Before I can stop her she's left my room. I huff and throw my arm down on the bed behind me. A minute later Phoebe and my mum enter my room, both looking worried.
"I think we should go to the hospital, Bell." I shake my head.
"No. I do not want to go there. If I go there it means I won't be leaving until I deliver." Sudden, angry tears trails their way down my face. My mum sits beside my.
"Sweetheart, you've carried her this far, let the doctors do the work for you now." The anger dissipates as quickly as it came and I'm suddenly, utterly exhausted. Mentally and physically drained. I have nothing left to give and it scares me. "I'm going to call the hospital and let them know we're coming, okay?" I nod, my eyes closed, and listen as my door shuts. I feel Phoebe take my mum's spot on my bed.
"Is your bag packed?" I nod again and point at my dresser. Sitting beside it are two bags. One for me and one for the baby. I somehow managed to convince Nate to help me pack it. Seeing him put a big pack of industrial sized pad into the bag is something I'll never forget. I open my eyes and watch Phoebe retrieve them and set them on my desk. "Do you want to change or wear that?" I'm wearing pajamas. Not much sense in wearing actual clothes if I can't go anywhere.
"Yes. Maybe changing will help me feel better." Phoebe smiles and helps me pick out a comfy pair of leggings and a tank top, completing the ensemble with a sweater I stole from Jordan. "I do feel better."
"That's the spirit. Come on, I'll help you down the stairs." I pee first and then we make our way to the kitchen where mum and Jordan are sitting at the table. They both look up as we enter the room.
"I've called the hospital to let them know. They said they would alert your doctor."
"That's my sweater." I grin at Jordan.
"Going to take it back?"
"You've stretched it beyond recognition. No way it's fitting me now." I snort and flick his forehead. Jordan is a foot taller than me, with a broad, stocky build. He played rugby in school and I think his arm is as big as my head.
"Come now, children. No matter how old you get, you're still toddlers." I catch my mum's eyeroll and Jordan chuckles. It's nice to see them getting along. He changed while I was at Hogwarts and for the better. Nate tells me he's cleaned his act up and has stopped hanging around the losers that influenced him so heavily. I suspect his girlfriend has something to go with it but he still hasn't told anyone about her.
I jump a little when there's a sudden tap at the kitchen window. I hear my brother mutter bloody owls.. before opening the window and untying the parchment from it's leg. It swoops off as soon as the letter is freed and Jordan hands it to me. I recognize the messy scrawl and frown.
"Something the matter?" I shove it in my bag and decide to deal with it later.
"Nothing at all. Shall we get a move on then?" I catch a look between Jordan and Phoebe but ignore it, instead slipping my shoes on.
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It's late at night and everyone has gone home. After much stalling I finally pull the letter out of my bag and resume my frown at it. It's from Keelan. Before overthinking it too much I slide the string off and unroll it.
Whatever Malfoy told you about me isn't true.
I flip the page over, knowing there's nothing on the other side. What in Merlin's name is that about? I haven't gotten any other letters from Lena or Draco since Friday so I have no idea what Keelan is on about. Before Christmas I had heard a rumour that he'd joined Voldemort and become a Death Eater but I couldn't believe it to be true. But I don't know him anymore, that much is clear. And this letter isn't promising either way.
I fling it away from me and slam my fists into the bed's mattress. Like I'd suspected, I've been admitted to the hospital until I deliver. I don't know how I'm going to send or receive letters now. I doubt the hospital takes too kindly to owls flapping around the halls. I huff out a sigh and lay back against the pillows. Damnit. Before I can wallow for too long a nurse strolls in.
"Hello, dear. I'm here to hook up your monitoring belt so we can keep track of your contractions." I nod and she pulls two long elastics with holes at even intervals out of a drawer. I sit forward as she wraps them around my back and belly, securing them with what looks like a plastic disc with a metal knob in the middle. "This one will monitor baby's heart rate, and this one will monitor your uterus for any contractions. They're a little uncomfortable but unfortunately have to stay on at all times."
I nod and readjust myself on the bed. "Dr Anne said something about effacement?"
"Effacement is the thinning of the cervix and it happens at the beginning of labour. Luckily you're only about 50% effaced and not dilated at all. Good signs for now. It could take hours to change or weeks so we'll keep our heads up." The nurse, whose name tag says Theresa, smiles at me in what I think she believes to be a comforting way. I just want her to go a-way.
"Thank you."
"No problem, dear. If you need anything just press the call button." After another smile and busies herself out of my room. Without anyone here to keep me company I feel edgy and stressed. Keelan's letter didn't help matters much. He may not be involved but his actions could indirectly effect the baby's life. I don't want that to happen.
Without many other options I roll onto my left side and try to get some sleep.
03 May 2017
SEHE; Chapter 17
Friday January 09 [34w 4d]
"Any pain, discomfort, tightening?" I clasp my hands around my belly.
"More of those practice contractions, I think. I lay on my left side, drink plenty of water like you'd said." Dr Anne nods. "They go away eventually."
"I would like you to start timing the duration and time between as they occur."
"Do you think I'm close?"
"Yes, I would think so. It's too early for our liking but I've come to learn that babies make their appearances as they would like. All we can do is prepare." I hug my belly a little tighter. "Do you have any questions for me, Annabel?" I shake my head. "All right. I'll see you on Monday, yes? Make an appointment with Sandra on your way out." I grab my bag and before leaving the office, make an appointment for Monday afternoon.
Nate is in the waiting room and decides to stop for lunch on the way home. I reason that walking into the restaurant couldn't do me much harm, so we eat in instead of taking the food home. "If this puts you into labour you are not allowed to blame me." I chuckle as I flip open the menu.
"I'll be sure to tell mum that you had me walking around all afternoon."
"Even if I did, I doubt you'd tell her." I consider that while looking at the food options.
"No, likely not." We're interrupted as our waitress takes our order. I order fish, chips and an iced tea. Nate gets a burger and salad. After the waitress leaves he rests his chin on his hand.
"So. This Draco." I'd wondered when he was going to bring it up. "I only saw him briefly right after Christmas. Tell me about him."
"Well he's.. rather extraordinary."
"You've known him since first year?"
"Sort of. We knew of each other, of course. We had our classes together. He was arrogant and conceited and bullied people he thought to be lesser than. As we grew up and became friends he started to change. We relied on and supported each other. I've helped him through a lot." I pause, collecting my thoughts. "And despite the engagement and such, he's been a wonderful friend and support for me. Especially with things involving Keelan."
"I wasn't kidding, you know. About Keelan. I've planned his murder a few times." I shake my head.
"You'd be well behind a few people I imagine. No, Nate, I've moved past it." Anger lights his face.
"How can you be so passive, Bell?" I frown.
"I don't have much other choice, do I? He's made his decision. What good does it do me to dwell and simmer? I would rather come to terms with it and move on. I'm not the one losing in this situation."
"How are you so grown up, baby sister?" I wrinkle my nose but smile.
"Because I'm the best, obviously." I take a sip of my water. "I hear a rumour. About a girl." I catch a quick blush.
"Yes, there's a girl. Her name is Becca. We've been seeing each other for a little while now. Jordan is seeing someone as well." I blink in surprise. This is news.
"You're kidding. Who?" He shrugs and pauses as the waitress brings our food.
"I haven't a clue. He's very tight lipped about it."
"Amazing. Usually he flaunts them around. He must really like this one."
"I think you're right."
"Huh, who would have thought our Jordie would find someone serious."
"Does mum know about your engagement yet?" I shake my head and pop a fry into my mouth.
"No. I want to wait until after he's graduated before saying anything. Hopefully everyone can keep their mouths shut."
"Better find a good hiding spot for that ring." I snort.
"Yeah, apparently in plain sight on my desk just won't do."
After finishing our lunch Nate drives us home and helps me up to my bedroom. Once he's gotten me some water he leaves me alone. I'm about to settle into my favourite book when I hear a tap from downstairs. A minute later Nate brings me a little stack of letters. "From your fan club, I imagine." I take them and he leaves my room again. There are 5 letters in all, 4 from Draco and 1 from Lena. These are the first ones I've received since they got back to school. I start with Lena's.
My Bell,
I do believe I've taken you for granted all these years. Life at Hogwarts is dreadfully boring without you.
I've explained your situation (leaving out the complicated bits) to whomever has asked after you. Everyone sends their love and well wishes. They all want pictures once that baby arrives!
Draco has sought me out in the library twice just to chat. I think the poor lad is going a little nutty. He misses you terribly. We all do.
Take care of that belly and the momma attached to it.
I love you,
Len
I tear up while reading her letter. I had no idea so many people cared about me. I laugh at the thought of Draco randomly sitting down beside Lena in the library. That must have been quite the shocker. Next are Draco's.
01.05
Annabel,
I'm sorry I haven't written you before coming back to the school. I can't go into detail in a letter but home life is difficult, to say the least. I suspect things but of course know nothing for sure.
After I got home Mother would not shut up about meeting you. Part of me thinks she'll just show up at your house. If she does this, I apologise!
Some of my fellow housemates have noticed your absence. I asked Lena what she was telling people so I've been doing the same. It suits me fine because I hardly understand most of it myself.
More to come later.
Slytherins have asked about me?
01.06
Bell,
I was asked not to say anything about this but I feel no such inclination to actually listen.
Richards cornered me after class today. He inquired as to your whereabouts and the situation behind it. I told him nothing as I feel he made that choice for himself long ago. If I was wrong, please let me know and I'll relay whatever you wish him to know.
Do not feel pressured to give him information just because he is bothering me. You know I can handle myself, Bell.
My love,
Draco
I stare at the letter, practically dumbfounded. I decide to explore how I feel about it later and continue on.
01.07
Mother wishes to send you things though she wouldn't elaborate as to what. I told her to send nothing before you give your permission.
I'm sorry today's is so short.
I feel a few tears prickle at the thought of Draco's mother taking time out of her day to think about me. His last letter is the shortest yet.
Is it June yet??
I smile and pile the little stack on my belly and laugh when they're kicked off. "Sorry, have I been ignoring you?" Deciding to reply to the letters later, I pick my book back up and spend the afternoon lost in it's pages.
"Any pain, discomfort, tightening?" I clasp my hands around my belly.
"More of those practice contractions, I think. I lay on my left side, drink plenty of water like you'd said." Dr Anne nods. "They go away eventually."
"I would like you to start timing the duration and time between as they occur."
"Do you think I'm close?"
"Yes, I would think so. It's too early for our liking but I've come to learn that babies make their appearances as they would like. All we can do is prepare." I hug my belly a little tighter. "Do you have any questions for me, Annabel?" I shake my head. "All right. I'll see you on Monday, yes? Make an appointment with Sandra on your way out." I grab my bag and before leaving the office, make an appointment for Monday afternoon.
Nate is in the waiting room and decides to stop for lunch on the way home. I reason that walking into the restaurant couldn't do me much harm, so we eat in instead of taking the food home. "If this puts you into labour you are not allowed to blame me." I chuckle as I flip open the menu.
"I'll be sure to tell mum that you had me walking around all afternoon."
"Even if I did, I doubt you'd tell her." I consider that while looking at the food options.
"No, likely not." We're interrupted as our waitress takes our order. I order fish, chips and an iced tea. Nate gets a burger and salad. After the waitress leaves he rests his chin on his hand.
"So. This Draco." I'd wondered when he was going to bring it up. "I only saw him briefly right after Christmas. Tell me about him."
"Well he's.. rather extraordinary."
"You've known him since first year?"
"Sort of. We knew of each other, of course. We had our classes together. He was arrogant and conceited and bullied people he thought to be lesser than. As we grew up and became friends he started to change. We relied on and supported each other. I've helped him through a lot." I pause, collecting my thoughts. "And despite the engagement and such, he's been a wonderful friend and support for me. Especially with things involving Keelan."
"I wasn't kidding, you know. About Keelan. I've planned his murder a few times." I shake my head.
"You'd be well behind a few people I imagine. No, Nate, I've moved past it." Anger lights his face.
"How can you be so passive, Bell?" I frown.
"I don't have much other choice, do I? He's made his decision. What good does it do me to dwell and simmer? I would rather come to terms with it and move on. I'm not the one losing in this situation."
"How are you so grown up, baby sister?" I wrinkle my nose but smile.
"Because I'm the best, obviously." I take a sip of my water. "I hear a rumour. About a girl." I catch a quick blush.
"Yes, there's a girl. Her name is Becca. We've been seeing each other for a little while now. Jordan is seeing someone as well." I blink in surprise. This is news.
"You're kidding. Who?" He shrugs and pauses as the waitress brings our food.
"I haven't a clue. He's very tight lipped about it."
"Amazing. Usually he flaunts them around. He must really like this one."
"I think you're right."
"Huh, who would have thought our Jordie would find someone serious."
"Does mum know about your engagement yet?" I shake my head and pop a fry into my mouth.
"No. I want to wait until after he's graduated before saying anything. Hopefully everyone can keep their mouths shut."
"Better find a good hiding spot for that ring." I snort.
"Yeah, apparently in plain sight on my desk just won't do."
After finishing our lunch Nate drives us home and helps me up to my bedroom. Once he's gotten me some water he leaves me alone. I'm about to settle into my favourite book when I hear a tap from downstairs. A minute later Nate brings me a little stack of letters. "From your fan club, I imagine." I take them and he leaves my room again. There are 5 letters in all, 4 from Draco and 1 from Lena. These are the first ones I've received since they got back to school. I start with Lena's.
My Bell,
I do believe I've taken you for granted all these years. Life at Hogwarts is dreadfully boring without you.
I've explained your situation (leaving out the complicated bits) to whomever has asked after you. Everyone sends their love and well wishes. They all want pictures once that baby arrives!
Draco has sought me out in the library twice just to chat. I think the poor lad is going a little nutty. He misses you terribly. We all do.
Take care of that belly and the momma attached to it.
I love you,
Len
I tear up while reading her letter. I had no idea so many people cared about me. I laugh at the thought of Draco randomly sitting down beside Lena in the library. That must have been quite the shocker. Next are Draco's.
01.05
Annabel,
I'm sorry I haven't written you before coming back to the school. I can't go into detail in a letter but home life is difficult, to say the least. I suspect things but of course know nothing for sure.
After I got home Mother would not shut up about meeting you. Part of me thinks she'll just show up at your house. If she does this, I apologise!
Some of my fellow housemates have noticed your absence. I asked Lena what she was telling people so I've been doing the same. It suits me fine because I hardly understand most of it myself.
More to come later.
Slytherins have asked about me?
01.06
Bell,
I was asked not to say anything about this but I feel no such inclination to actually listen.
Richards cornered me after class today. He inquired as to your whereabouts and the situation behind it. I told him nothing as I feel he made that choice for himself long ago. If I was wrong, please let me know and I'll relay whatever you wish him to know.
Do not feel pressured to give him information just because he is bothering me. You know I can handle myself, Bell.
My love,
Draco
I stare at the letter, practically dumbfounded. I decide to explore how I feel about it later and continue on.
01.07
Mother wishes to send you things though she wouldn't elaborate as to what. I told her to send nothing before you give your permission.
I'm sorry today's is so short.
I feel a few tears prickle at the thought of Draco's mother taking time out of her day to think about me. His last letter is the shortest yet.
Is it June yet??
I smile and pile the little stack on my belly and laugh when they're kicked off. "Sorry, have I been ignoring you?" Deciding to reply to the letters later, I pick my book back up and spend the afternoon lost in it's pages.
02 May 2017
SEHE; Chapter 16
Monday December 29 [33w 0d]
"Did she seem off?"
"No. We were just talking. She was completely normal."
"She didn't complain of pain or discomfort?"
"If she had I would have told the healers."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"They're called doctors here." I hear shuffling and scraping chairs and feel the presence of people surrounding me. I hear my name being called by a few people. I don't want to open my eyes because of I'm afraid of what I'll see. Or won't see. As if reading my mind, I hear my mother.
"The baby is fine, sweetheart." I squint one eye open and peek down at my belly. It's still huge and still round.
"It's very bright in here." After some more shuffling the light is dimmed and I open both of my eyes. Four faces are staring at me. Lena is holding one of my hands.
"How do you feel?" I take a second to think about it.
"Very tired. Sore." My mum whispers to Lena and she leaves my little hospital room. "What happened?" I catch Draco and Phoebe share a look before she speaks.
"Draco woke me up and said something was wrong. I took you to the bathroom and.. there was blood.. everywhere." I frown. "I called an ambulance and then your parents from the lobby."
"What time is it?"
"Roughly 8 in the morning." I struggle to sit up a little.
"I was only out for a few hours?"
"Well, sweetheart, it's Monday morning." I stare at my mother. Before I can say anything Lena comes back with my doctor following her.
"Ah, Annabel. How are you feeling?"
"Confused. It's Monday?"
"Yes, dear. You have what's called a subchorionic hematoma. It's basically just a collection of blood. For you I suggest complete bed rest for the duration of your pregnancy, especially considering the preterm labour contractions. I understand you go to a private school?" I nod and she turns to my mum. "I would advise that you speak with the school and explain her situation. She needs to stay at home." My mother nods and takes my other hand. "Excellent. Is there someone that can stay with her at home? The only time she's to be out of bed are bathroom visits. She's going to need help."
"We'll work something out. We'll figure it out."
"Annabel, do you have any questions?"
"This hematoma won't hurt the baby will it?"
"As long as you rest you will be perfectly fine. You're 33 weeks and babe has excellent chances of surviving if we are to deliver early. But not to worry, we aren't even close to thinking about that as of yet. Go home, do not get out of bed, and I'll see you next week in my office, yes?"
"I can go home now?" Dr Anne smiles and nods.
"I'll go grab your discharge papers and have you on your way." She leaves and I lean my head against the pillow, my mind spinning.
"All right there?" I look at Lena.
"Not particularly. I hadn't expected to stay home yet. My stuff is at Hogwarts."
"I'm sure Dumbledore will send it back to you." I sigh and close my eyes.
"Who's going to stay home with me? How annoying."
"I'll do it." I open my eyes and look at Draco with utter surprise.
"You will do no such thing. You are going to go back to school and finish the year and graduate. I will not let you jeopardize your future for me. And I will hear no arguments otherwise." He looks as if he's about to speak but must think better of it because he keeps his mouth shut. I smile lightly. "Graduate and then come back to me." I hear my mum clear her throat and suddenly remember the extravagant ring on my left finger. I glance quickly at Phoebe and she pats her pocket. I sigh with relief and lean back into my pillow. I'm suddenly exhausted.
Now that I'm awake Phoebe and Lena convince my mum to get some coffee in the hospital's cafeteria, leaving me alone with Draco. I pat the bed next to me and shift to give him room to sit. "I'm serious, you know. You're not staying with me." He puts his arm around my shoulders and I lean against him.
"I wish you'd let me." I sigh happily as I feel slight movements in my belly.
"You need to graduate and prove to yourself that you're more than your father says you are. I believe in you. It's time for you to do the same."
"How do you always know everything?" I grin and look up at him.
"Because I'm smart."
"That you are." He leans down and gives me a quick kiss. I'd like to give him another but my doctor walks in.
"Here we are Annabel," She places a few papers on my side table. "Your mother just needs to sign these and you're free to go. And remember what I said, all right? Lots of rest." She smiles and leaves my room again.
"Your healer seems to know what she's doing, though I wouldn't know either way." I nod.
"I like her a lot. She was very generous in keeping me on as a patient considering I've been away more than half the pregnancy." We're quiet as we just enjoy each other's company. "You'll need to owl me every chance you get, you know."
"I'll just bombard your muggle house with an owl every time I think about you, shall I?"
"Yes, that should do."
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Sunday January 4 [33w 6d]
The past week has gone slowly. Draco and Lena went home on Tuesday and Phoebe's parents have allowed her to stay with me until tonight as she goes back to school tomorrow morning. My own parents were nice enough to set up the spare telly in my room so I'm not going up and down the stairs. I feel terrible that everyone has to take care of me, but I only have 6 weeks left so it isn't forever.
"Tell me, Bellie, please!" I laugh and shake my head.
"No. We're not telling anyone until delivery." Phoebe has been trying to badger me into telling her the name Draco and I finally chose, but I'm not budging. "It's the only thing I've been able to keep to myself."
"I know, but it's me! I'm supposed to be your best friend." I roll my eyes but can't help but laugh at her.
"Oh you're quite ridiculous. Now, what colour are you picking?"
"What do you want?" I survey my options. I convinced Phoebe to paint my toes after much begging.
"I like the metallic green. Maybe some stars or something on the big toes?" I watch as she carefully applies polish to each of my toe nails.
"So what of the wedding? And don't give me that look, I know you're dying to start planning." I grin.
"I can't even deny that. I just have no idea. It definitely won't be this year as I want something in the Autumn but not with a new baby. So it seems like next Fall. She'll be nearly 2 by then and it gives me plenty of time to plan."
"Sounds very thought out. Does Draco know any of this?" I chuckle.
"Well, not really. We haven't really had time to plan together have we?"
"No, I suppose not, eh. Your houses have particular colours, right?"
"Yes. Mine are primarily blue and bronze and his are green and silver."
"I'm sure you'll think of something. Throw him and pick something like magenta."
"I would love to see his face."
"Me too. Tell him while I'm there. I like him, you know. I think you're both very good for the other." I feel my cheeks flush.
"I would have to agree. I can see myself being very happy with him, Phoeb." She smiles happily.
"Ah, young love. I'll be maid of honour, yes?"
"Of course you'll be, idiot. You're the only one I'd have." She squeezes my ankle affectionately. "When's your dad coming for you?" She glances at the clock on my wall. "I'd say.. maybe two hours? I think he works tonight."
"Hey Bell." I jump slightly as my mum pops her head into my room.
"Yes, mum?"
"I'm ordering pizza for dinner. What would you like?"
"Olives, tomato, mushroom and pineapple." Phoebe wrinkles her nose. "Oh, don't you make that face at me. Just you wait until you're the one that's pregnant with peculiar cravings. I, for one, cannot wait to see it."
"Your dad called as well, Phoebe. Work called him in early so he'll be here in a few. I'll have someone bring up your pizza when it gets here, hon." She leaves and I sigh.
"Bugger, I didn't finish everything." I look down at my toes. They're all green but she didn't have time to decorate them.
"I'll have Jordan do them. He's scheduled to cater to me tomorrow." Phoeb laughs as she hoists herself off my bed.
"I'll be here to relieve him tomorrow after I get home."
"No, give Gabe some attention. He's a good lad but go be his girlfriend or I'm afraid he'll hate me."
"Never happened. But you're right, I have been neglecting him. Poor boy." She grins as she shrugs on her jacket. "Call me later if you're so inclined."
"Got it. Love you."
"Love you, Bellie." After she leaves I snuggle back into my pillow and close my eyes, intent on getting some sleep before dinner.
"Did she seem off?"
"No. We were just talking. She was completely normal."
"She didn't complain of pain or discomfort?"
"If she had I would have told the healers."
"I know, I'm sorry."
"They're called doctors here." I hear shuffling and scraping chairs and feel the presence of people surrounding me. I hear my name being called by a few people. I don't want to open my eyes because of I'm afraid of what I'll see. Or won't see. As if reading my mind, I hear my mother.
"The baby is fine, sweetheart." I squint one eye open and peek down at my belly. It's still huge and still round.
"It's very bright in here." After some more shuffling the light is dimmed and I open both of my eyes. Four faces are staring at me. Lena is holding one of my hands.
"How do you feel?" I take a second to think about it.
"Very tired. Sore." My mum whispers to Lena and she leaves my little hospital room. "What happened?" I catch Draco and Phoebe share a look before she speaks.
"Draco woke me up and said something was wrong. I took you to the bathroom and.. there was blood.. everywhere." I frown. "I called an ambulance and then your parents from the lobby."
"What time is it?"
"Roughly 8 in the morning." I struggle to sit up a little.
"I was only out for a few hours?"
"Well, sweetheart, it's Monday morning." I stare at my mother. Before I can say anything Lena comes back with my doctor following her.
"Ah, Annabel. How are you feeling?"
"Confused. It's Monday?"
"Yes, dear. You have what's called a subchorionic hematoma. It's basically just a collection of blood. For you I suggest complete bed rest for the duration of your pregnancy, especially considering the preterm labour contractions. I understand you go to a private school?" I nod and she turns to my mum. "I would advise that you speak with the school and explain her situation. She needs to stay at home." My mother nods and takes my other hand. "Excellent. Is there someone that can stay with her at home? The only time she's to be out of bed are bathroom visits. She's going to need help."
"We'll work something out. We'll figure it out."
"Annabel, do you have any questions?"
"This hematoma won't hurt the baby will it?"
"As long as you rest you will be perfectly fine. You're 33 weeks and babe has excellent chances of surviving if we are to deliver early. But not to worry, we aren't even close to thinking about that as of yet. Go home, do not get out of bed, and I'll see you next week in my office, yes?"
"I can go home now?" Dr Anne smiles and nods.
"I'll go grab your discharge papers and have you on your way." She leaves and I lean my head against the pillow, my mind spinning.
"All right there?" I look at Lena.
"Not particularly. I hadn't expected to stay home yet. My stuff is at Hogwarts."
"I'm sure Dumbledore will send it back to you." I sigh and close my eyes.
"Who's going to stay home with me? How annoying."
"I'll do it." I open my eyes and look at Draco with utter surprise.
"You will do no such thing. You are going to go back to school and finish the year and graduate. I will not let you jeopardize your future for me. And I will hear no arguments otherwise." He looks as if he's about to speak but must think better of it because he keeps his mouth shut. I smile lightly. "Graduate and then come back to me." I hear my mum clear her throat and suddenly remember the extravagant ring on my left finger. I glance quickly at Phoebe and she pats her pocket. I sigh with relief and lean back into my pillow. I'm suddenly exhausted.
Now that I'm awake Phoebe and Lena convince my mum to get some coffee in the hospital's cafeteria, leaving me alone with Draco. I pat the bed next to me and shift to give him room to sit. "I'm serious, you know. You're not staying with me." He puts his arm around my shoulders and I lean against him.
"I wish you'd let me." I sigh happily as I feel slight movements in my belly.
"You need to graduate and prove to yourself that you're more than your father says you are. I believe in you. It's time for you to do the same."
"How do you always know everything?" I grin and look up at him.
"Because I'm smart."
"That you are." He leans down and gives me a quick kiss. I'd like to give him another but my doctor walks in.
"Here we are Annabel," She places a few papers on my side table. "Your mother just needs to sign these and you're free to go. And remember what I said, all right? Lots of rest." She smiles and leaves my room again.
"Your healer seems to know what she's doing, though I wouldn't know either way." I nod.
"I like her a lot. She was very generous in keeping me on as a patient considering I've been away more than half the pregnancy." We're quiet as we just enjoy each other's company. "You'll need to owl me every chance you get, you know."
"I'll just bombard your muggle house with an owl every time I think about you, shall I?"
"Yes, that should do."
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Sunday January 4 [33w 6d]
The past week has gone slowly. Draco and Lena went home on Tuesday and Phoebe's parents have allowed her to stay with me until tonight as she goes back to school tomorrow morning. My own parents were nice enough to set up the spare telly in my room so I'm not going up and down the stairs. I feel terrible that everyone has to take care of me, but I only have 6 weeks left so it isn't forever.
"Tell me, Bellie, please!" I laugh and shake my head.
"No. We're not telling anyone until delivery." Phoebe has been trying to badger me into telling her the name Draco and I finally chose, but I'm not budging. "It's the only thing I've been able to keep to myself."
"I know, but it's me! I'm supposed to be your best friend." I roll my eyes but can't help but laugh at her.
"Oh you're quite ridiculous. Now, what colour are you picking?"
"What do you want?" I survey my options. I convinced Phoebe to paint my toes after much begging.
"I like the metallic green. Maybe some stars or something on the big toes?" I watch as she carefully applies polish to each of my toe nails.
"So what of the wedding? And don't give me that look, I know you're dying to start planning." I grin.
"I can't even deny that. I just have no idea. It definitely won't be this year as I want something in the Autumn but not with a new baby. So it seems like next Fall. She'll be nearly 2 by then and it gives me plenty of time to plan."
"Sounds very thought out. Does Draco know any of this?" I chuckle.
"Well, not really. We haven't really had time to plan together have we?"
"No, I suppose not, eh. Your houses have particular colours, right?"
"Yes. Mine are primarily blue and bronze and his are green and silver."
"I'm sure you'll think of something. Throw him and pick something like magenta."
"I would love to see his face."
"Me too. Tell him while I'm there. I like him, you know. I think you're both very good for the other." I feel my cheeks flush.
"I would have to agree. I can see myself being very happy with him, Phoeb." She smiles happily.
"Ah, young love. I'll be maid of honour, yes?"
"Of course you'll be, idiot. You're the only one I'd have." She squeezes my ankle affectionately. "When's your dad coming for you?" She glances at the clock on my wall. "I'd say.. maybe two hours? I think he works tonight."
"Hey Bell." I jump slightly as my mum pops her head into my room.
"Yes, mum?"
"I'm ordering pizza for dinner. What would you like?"
"Olives, tomato, mushroom and pineapple." Phoebe wrinkles her nose. "Oh, don't you make that face at me. Just you wait until you're the one that's pregnant with peculiar cravings. I, for one, cannot wait to see it."
"Your dad called as well, Phoebe. Work called him in early so he'll be here in a few. I'll have someone bring up your pizza when it gets here, hon." She leaves and I sigh.
"Bugger, I didn't finish everything." I look down at my toes. They're all green but she didn't have time to decorate them.
"I'll have Jordan do them. He's scheduled to cater to me tomorrow." Phoeb laughs as she hoists herself off my bed.
"I'll be here to relieve him tomorrow after I get home."
"No, give Gabe some attention. He's a good lad but go be his girlfriend or I'm afraid he'll hate me."
"Never happened. But you're right, I have been neglecting him. Poor boy." She grins as she shrugs on her jacket. "Call me later if you're so inclined."
"Got it. Love you."
"Love you, Bellie." After she leaves I snuggle back into my pillow and close my eyes, intent on getting some sleep before dinner.
SEHE; Chapter 15
Sunday December 28 [32w 6d]
Shortly after Draco proposed the co-conspirators came back to my house and I got the entire story. Draco had approached Lena in the middle of the month with this plan of his. She sent an owl to Phoebe and they came up with this whole thing. Draco's mother giving him a ring was purely coincidental, as he had planned to purchase his own. On my finger sits the Malfoy family ring.
Draco's father was outraged that I would be the one to receive it. He threatened to disown Draco, to revoke his inheritance, to throw him out of his house and worse, but Draco's mother would hear none of it. I don't know the details of what she said but Draco assured me that his father can do nothing, that Draco is free to marry whomever he likes, even if she's a pregnant teenage muggleborn.
Surprisingly, my parents let me and my friends have the house for the night. Provided, of course, that no shenanigans went on. The boys slept in my older brother's rooms and the girls stayed in mine with me. We stayed up way too late, ate a lot of junk foods, and I had the best time I've had in a long while.
A tightening in my stomach wakes me up in the middle of the night. I roll onto my left side and curl around my belly, hoping they're just more of those practice contractions. I decide if they get too painful, or last longer than an hour, I'll wake someone up. A sudden need to pee strikes so I scramble out of bed and waddle quickly to the toilet. I don't bother with the light and barely make it before my bladder decides I gave it enough time.
As it empties I notice an increasing pressure that seems to couple with the tightening in my abdomen. I place a hand on my belly and frown, thinking maybe I should indeed wake somebody up. With this decision made I finish up in the bathroom and head back to my room. I stop in front of Nate's room, currently housing Draco, and contemplate waking him up. I know he'd have no problem with me doing so, if only just to talk. Before I can actually do anything the choice is made for me as the door suddenly opens with Draco on the other side. In the dark I see a faint smile on his face.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't wake you did I?" He grabs my hand.
"Nonsense, love. I was awake anyway." I frown and let him bring me into a hug.
"I find it hard to sleep in strange beds. Even from home to Hogwarts the first few days is difficult." I sigh and wrap my arms around his waist. "You're all right?"
"Fine, just had to pee, like always." He kisses the top of my head and I close my eyes, wondering how I managed to become so lucky. I'm so comfortable that I almost fall back to sleep standing there hugging Draco.
"Hey Bell, let's get you back to bed." I shake my head.
"No, I'm going to stay with you."
"But-"
"Shush. No one cares. I'm already pregnant, what more could you do." I chuckle and look up at him. His eyebrows are bumpy and he has a frown on his face. "What's wrong?"
"It's embarrassing to admit." I raise an eyebrow and lean back a little.
"Draco Malfoy. Do you snore?" A tiny smile lights his face, which was my intention.
"Of course not."
"Then what's the matter?"
"I've never.. shared a bed with anyone." Both my 'brows shoot up in surprise.
"Never?" He shakes his head. I take his hand and lead him to sit on the bed. "Well it's rather easy. You just sleep and the person next to you sleeps and then you wake up in the morning." I catch the end of an eye roll and grin.
"How many people have you slept beside, may I ask."
"Plenty. Ever heard of a thing called a sleepover?" Draco cocks an eyebrow. "During birthday parties or family get togethers or just the sake of having one. You all pile into one room and sleep. After staying up too late, of course. Technically, you're in the middle of one now, you're just not with everyone else."
"Well there's another first for the day." I scooch so my back is against the head board and pat the space beside me. "Your friends aren't going to care that you've deserted them to sleep beside me?"
"Unlikely." We sit in silence for a few minutes before I jump at a sudden kick in my midsection. I take Draco's hand and place it on my stomach. He's quiet as he feels the baby move. "Would you, do you.. I mean. Have any thoughts about names?" He looks at me curiously.
"I wasn't aware that I was allowed to have an opinion."
"Well, of course you are. We're engaged and you're going to be her father. I want to know what you think." Draco rests his head on my shoulder while he looks at his hand on my belly.
"I don't know anything about choosing a name."
"Well for me I've thought about the names I absolutely hate and go from there. I have kind of a mental list."
"I suppose that makes sense. How did your parents choose yours?" The baby has stopped moving but he hasn't taken his hand off my belly. I run my fingers along his.
"Annabel was my mother's sister. She died in infancy. It ruined my grandmother and she never got better."
"You were named after a baby that died?" I chuckle a little.
"Seems a little morbid, doesn't it. My name was originally going to be Joyce but when I was born my father said it just didn't fit." Draco's arm snakes around me and hugs himself close to me. I wrap my arm around his back.
"And your father is not Charlie?"
"He is in all the ways that count. He raised me, he was there for every game and every broken bone. He is my dad. My mum refuses to discuss the details of why she and my father split up. I know his name is Frederick but that's all I really know about him. Nate doesn't remember much of him, as he was not even 5 when they left each other."
"He's never attempted to contact you?"
"Mm, I know he has. When I was 7 my task was to get the mail. This one particular time I brought it to mum and remember her frowning at the mail. I asked her what was wrong and of course it was nothing. She stuck it in the kitchen drawer and I forgot about it. A little while later I needed something from the drawer and right there was a letter from my father. I didn't know who he was of course. But Nate saw me with it and being an 11 year old, ripped it from my hand. He taunted me with it until my mother came to see what was going on." I pause, thinking about the look on her face as she told me, Nate and Jordan that our father was never to be discussed ever again. I decide to gloss over that. I don't want Draco to hate her. "After that we just lived our lives." Draco's arm hugs me a little tighter.
"I'm sorry." I twist his hair around my fingers and hear an intake of breath. I tug a little harder and smile at the hiss of breath between his teeth. "Bell."
"Yes, Draco?"
"I wouldn't be doing that."
"Why ever not?" He grabs my hip gently but firmly.
"Because we are in your parent's house, in your brother's bed, and I don't fancy being killed by anyone tomorrow." I chuckle and pull his hair until he's looking up at me. I hear a light groan and feel my skin flush. As I'm about to say something he lifts his face and places his lips against mine, almost as if in question. I answer him by bringing my other hand to his neck and press my face harder against his. His grip on my hip gets tighter before he pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, breathing a little heavier.
"Dra-"
"Shh. Bell, quiet. I think you should go back to your room." I smile sadly.
"I know."
"You aren't angry?" I pull away and sit up.
"No, I understand. I'm pregnant, we're in my parent's house, in my brother's bed. I would prefer you not die." Draco sits up and I lean against his shoulder. "Plus my bed rest includes no extra curricular activities of any kind." I hear Draco chuckle.
"Come, I'll walk you back." I slide myself off the bed and when I stand up I feel a rush of liquid run down my legs. I grab my belly and look down. "What's wrong, Bell?"
"I.. I don't know. It can't have been my water, I don't feel any pain." I look at Draco and I don't know what he sees in my face but he dashes out of the room and a minute later Phoebe trails after him.
"Bell, what's going on?" I shake my head, tears suddenly falling down my cheeks. "Oh, honey, come on." She ushers me to the bathroom, turns on the light and I hear her gasp. Quickly I look down to see blood pooling at my feet. I stumble a little and Phoebe catches me.
"Oh gods, no!" I see Draco loitering in the hallway, a terrified look on his face.
"Does he know how to use a phone?" I manage to shake my head. She looks sharply at Draco. "Stay with her, do not panic or upset her, got it?" He takes my arm and guides me to sit on the side of the tub. I'm feeling faint and like I might be sick. Draco rubs his hand up and down my back.
"You're fine, love. You're all right." I look up as Phoebe comes back into the bathroom.
"I've called an ambulance. Let's get you up." Draco helps me up and the need to pass out doubles. I fall back against him. "Okay, get her downstairs, I'll get the other two up. Can you do that?"
"Of course." I feel myself lifted off the floor and into Draco's arms. I catch a glimpse of the floor before I black out.
Shortly after Draco proposed the co-conspirators came back to my house and I got the entire story. Draco had approached Lena in the middle of the month with this plan of his. She sent an owl to Phoebe and they came up with this whole thing. Draco's mother giving him a ring was purely coincidental, as he had planned to purchase his own. On my finger sits the Malfoy family ring.
Draco's father was outraged that I would be the one to receive it. He threatened to disown Draco, to revoke his inheritance, to throw him out of his house and worse, but Draco's mother would hear none of it. I don't know the details of what she said but Draco assured me that his father can do nothing, that Draco is free to marry whomever he likes, even if she's a pregnant teenage muggleborn.
Surprisingly, my parents let me and my friends have the house for the night. Provided, of course, that no shenanigans went on. The boys slept in my older brother's rooms and the girls stayed in mine with me. We stayed up way too late, ate a lot of junk foods, and I had the best time I've had in a long while.
A tightening in my stomach wakes me up in the middle of the night. I roll onto my left side and curl around my belly, hoping they're just more of those practice contractions. I decide if they get too painful, or last longer than an hour, I'll wake someone up. A sudden need to pee strikes so I scramble out of bed and waddle quickly to the toilet. I don't bother with the light and barely make it before my bladder decides I gave it enough time.
As it empties I notice an increasing pressure that seems to couple with the tightening in my abdomen. I place a hand on my belly and frown, thinking maybe I should indeed wake somebody up. With this decision made I finish up in the bathroom and head back to my room. I stop in front of Nate's room, currently housing Draco, and contemplate waking him up. I know he'd have no problem with me doing so, if only just to talk. Before I can actually do anything the choice is made for me as the door suddenly opens with Draco on the other side. In the dark I see a faint smile on his face.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't wake you did I?" He grabs my hand.
"Nonsense, love. I was awake anyway." I frown and let him bring me into a hug.
"I find it hard to sleep in strange beds. Even from home to Hogwarts the first few days is difficult." I sigh and wrap my arms around his waist. "You're all right?"
"Fine, just had to pee, like always." He kisses the top of my head and I close my eyes, wondering how I managed to become so lucky. I'm so comfortable that I almost fall back to sleep standing there hugging Draco.
"Hey Bell, let's get you back to bed." I shake my head.
"No, I'm going to stay with you."
"But-"
"Shush. No one cares. I'm already pregnant, what more could you do." I chuckle and look up at him. His eyebrows are bumpy and he has a frown on his face. "What's wrong?"
"It's embarrassing to admit." I raise an eyebrow and lean back a little.
"Draco Malfoy. Do you snore?" A tiny smile lights his face, which was my intention.
"Of course not."
"Then what's the matter?"
"I've never.. shared a bed with anyone." Both my 'brows shoot up in surprise.
"Never?" He shakes his head. I take his hand and lead him to sit on the bed. "Well it's rather easy. You just sleep and the person next to you sleeps and then you wake up in the morning." I catch the end of an eye roll and grin.
"How many people have you slept beside, may I ask."
"Plenty. Ever heard of a thing called a sleepover?" Draco cocks an eyebrow. "During birthday parties or family get togethers or just the sake of having one. You all pile into one room and sleep. After staying up too late, of course. Technically, you're in the middle of one now, you're just not with everyone else."
"Well there's another first for the day." I scooch so my back is against the head board and pat the space beside me. "Your friends aren't going to care that you've deserted them to sleep beside me?"
"Unlikely." We sit in silence for a few minutes before I jump at a sudden kick in my midsection. I take Draco's hand and place it on my stomach. He's quiet as he feels the baby move. "Would you, do you.. I mean. Have any thoughts about names?" He looks at me curiously.
"I wasn't aware that I was allowed to have an opinion."
"Well, of course you are. We're engaged and you're going to be her father. I want to know what you think." Draco rests his head on my shoulder while he looks at his hand on my belly.
"I don't know anything about choosing a name."
"Well for me I've thought about the names I absolutely hate and go from there. I have kind of a mental list."
"I suppose that makes sense. How did your parents choose yours?" The baby has stopped moving but he hasn't taken his hand off my belly. I run my fingers along his.
"Annabel was my mother's sister. She died in infancy. It ruined my grandmother and she never got better."
"You were named after a baby that died?" I chuckle a little.
"Seems a little morbid, doesn't it. My name was originally going to be Joyce but when I was born my father said it just didn't fit." Draco's arm snakes around me and hugs himself close to me. I wrap my arm around his back.
"And your father is not Charlie?"
"He is in all the ways that count. He raised me, he was there for every game and every broken bone. He is my dad. My mum refuses to discuss the details of why she and my father split up. I know his name is Frederick but that's all I really know about him. Nate doesn't remember much of him, as he was not even 5 when they left each other."
"He's never attempted to contact you?"
"Mm, I know he has. When I was 7 my task was to get the mail. This one particular time I brought it to mum and remember her frowning at the mail. I asked her what was wrong and of course it was nothing. She stuck it in the kitchen drawer and I forgot about it. A little while later I needed something from the drawer and right there was a letter from my father. I didn't know who he was of course. But Nate saw me with it and being an 11 year old, ripped it from my hand. He taunted me with it until my mother came to see what was going on." I pause, thinking about the look on her face as she told me, Nate and Jordan that our father was never to be discussed ever again. I decide to gloss over that. I don't want Draco to hate her. "After that we just lived our lives." Draco's arm hugs me a little tighter.
"I'm sorry." I twist his hair around my fingers and hear an intake of breath. I tug a little harder and smile at the hiss of breath between his teeth. "Bell."
"Yes, Draco?"
"I wouldn't be doing that."
"Why ever not?" He grabs my hip gently but firmly.
"Because we are in your parent's house, in your brother's bed, and I don't fancy being killed by anyone tomorrow." I chuckle and pull his hair until he's looking up at me. I hear a light groan and feel my skin flush. As I'm about to say something he lifts his face and places his lips against mine, almost as if in question. I answer him by bringing my other hand to his neck and press my face harder against his. His grip on my hip gets tighter before he pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, breathing a little heavier.
"Dra-"
"Shh. Bell, quiet. I think you should go back to your room." I smile sadly.
"I know."
"You aren't angry?" I pull away and sit up.
"No, I understand. I'm pregnant, we're in my parent's house, in my brother's bed. I would prefer you not die." Draco sits up and I lean against his shoulder. "Plus my bed rest includes no extra curricular activities of any kind." I hear Draco chuckle.
"Come, I'll walk you back." I slide myself off the bed and when I stand up I feel a rush of liquid run down my legs. I grab my belly and look down. "What's wrong, Bell?"
"I.. I don't know. It can't have been my water, I don't feel any pain." I look at Draco and I don't know what he sees in my face but he dashes out of the room and a minute later Phoebe trails after him.
"Bell, what's going on?" I shake my head, tears suddenly falling down my cheeks. "Oh, honey, come on." She ushers me to the bathroom, turns on the light and I hear her gasp. Quickly I look down to see blood pooling at my feet. I stumble a little and Phoebe catches me.
"Oh gods, no!" I see Draco loitering in the hallway, a terrified look on his face.
"Does he know how to use a phone?" I manage to shake my head. She looks sharply at Draco. "Stay with her, do not panic or upset her, got it?" He takes my arm and guides me to sit on the side of the tub. I'm feeling faint and like I might be sick. Draco rubs his hand up and down my back.
"You're fine, love. You're all right." I look up as Phoebe comes back into the bathroom.
"I've called an ambulance. Let's get you up." Draco helps me up and the need to pass out doubles. I fall back against him. "Okay, get her downstairs, I'll get the other two up. Can you do that?"
"Of course." I feel myself lifted off the floor and into Draco's arms. I catch a glimpse of the floor before I black out.
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