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Alice attempted to roll over to her other side in the armchair in the living room in the Order house, but couldn't. She was in a half-sleep state, one that wasn't allowing her to actually wake up and move about like she was supposed to be doing. It felt nice to just be sitting here and sleeping, feet up and no worries. That last bit was a lie, because she had many worries, but right now all she cared about was being able to sleep.

But her bloody back was killing her!

She let out a low whimper at the pain as her eyes blinked open. Merlin, she'd had such an ache all day, and this chair usually cured everything (Alice was almost 99% sure that someone had charmed it with soothing spells). Maybe she was just too pregnant for it to help. That made her make another pathetic noise, and Alice put all her strength into pushing herself up from the seat she'd been stuck in for the past two hours. It took some great effort, but with one---last---push she was up.

The effort created a strange sensation, the pain swept through her again, and suddenly her feet were soaked.

Had her water just---broken?

Oh, oh---Alice began to cry immediately, one hand holding her upright against the chair and the other cradling her stomach. "Shit! SHIT!" Oh God, this must be labor because Alice Chelsea Longbottom never cursed. "SHIT!"