timothy g. greengrass (greengrasses) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-12-17 20:34:00

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Adamina
Today was December 17th.

Now--nothing special had ever happened on this day before, in years past, but today was supposed to be different. Today was supposed to be life changing and today it was supposed to be the best day of his and Adamina's lives--

Well, the healers had said that due dates weren't always precise.

The day had come and gone, and now Tim was attempting to fall asleep with his still very pregnant wife by his side. The past nine months had been building up to this day, and Daphne was still quite comfortably set inside of Mina. Part of Tim was a bit relieved that he had another day to go without having the weight of being a father on his shoulders, but that just reminded him it was another day of anticipation and worry and concern that they had everything and---and it was just ridiculous.

Adding onto the fact that he'd gotten nothing but death glares and angry insults thrown at him since he started working on the muggleborn housing complexes. At first Tim would attempt to defend himself, telling people (and some of his friends!) that it was his job and he needed to do it, but now it was just overwhelming to try and fight back so he just stayed silent and---the guilt was being to hurt, a lot. Tim never liked stepping on people's toes, and here he was, building flats that were going to break up families and--it made him sick.

He hadn't been able to sleep, but laid with his eyes shut so to not worry his wife. He did feel sleep coming on, but a noise in the--one eye opened and Tim listened again; was that noise in his dream or...was he going crazy?

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greengrasses
2008-12-19 01:56 am UTC (link)

Adamina was just starting to recover from that--that supposed contraction when she was struck with another one. She did not want to get up right now, she just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep. Except she was way too big to do that, and first, she would want Tim to not be bleeding and to not have a--a black eye, for their window to not have a hole in it, and Daphne could not come right now, this wasn't--! The morning would have been fine, the afternoon--even in the evening!

AND WHY WAS THE PAIN THIS IS EXCRUCIATING, HOLY--VARIOUS DEITIES, SHE WAS NEVER HAVING ANOTHER CHILD. Those women who had three or more children? What were they even on, Adamina didn't think she was going to live through this ONE, what with the searing pain her now-fragile anatomy seemed to be suffering from.

She had to wait for the contraction to pass before getting up and trying to not burden the entirety of her weight onto Tim. If she had been able to speak, Adamina would definitely have told him that there'd be no need for St. Mungo's to deliver Daphne, since Apparating over there would probably squeeze her right out, but she had to refrain.

Nodding slightly, she took Tim's extended arm in as tight a grip as she could manage and felt a lurching feeling in anticipation of the suffocating squeeze she always got during this sort of travel.

Adamina looked down at her stomach reproachfully. Oh, yeah. This one was going to demand a lot of attention.

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