It seemed like his heart was finally returning to normal. Only his Izzie could get it into her head that she'd ruin Christmas, of all people, and of all things.
Archie raised his head to kiss her forehead, laughing just a little. Well! The world seemed to be spinning back onto its axis. Of course, he was scared out of his mind, and his whole life had been altered forever, but his mental state definitely appeared to be coming back. And there was absolutely no way he could tackle this if he continued to rave like a lunatic.
"Well, I know now. And I understand you not telling me, because the important thing is that you did, eventually."
He probably wouldn't have had such an immense conniption if Isobel hadn't been avoiding him for such a long time, but being that he would never find out he was pregnant, and never have to face a gestation period of nine months in which his body was contorted into all shapes and sizes to house a small human being, he figured that she was entitled to some irrationality. "And now you definitely won't be alone. We needn't talk about it now, if you don't wish." Archie squeezed her hands with a smile.
By this time next year, they'd have a child. Oh, holy Merlin. A little boy or girl to buy presents for that he or she probably wouldn't be able to use and a day he or she would probably sleep through, anyway, but-- they'd have a child. All right, he lied. There was no way his head would ever stop spinning from this.
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