"We goin to Faybins?"

Bess shot her daughter a look, somewhat amused that she'd recognized the front of The King's Pub and a bit annoyed that she looked so excited about it. Okay, okay not annoyed, but it was just reminding her that if things didn't work out with Fabian, Sadie was going to start asking questions again, where he was, when was she going to see him, and when you were two and a half years old, your memory span was that of a goldfish so it was just---it was hard, so Bess was praying that all of this worked out in the end, but right now? Right now she was too hysterical to think about their relationship status and had just needed to get the fuck out of her flat.

Why, why had she made that stupid journal entry? Why'd she even have one of those stupid things where anyone could see her entries? Bloody---it was so stupid, so---what did Chester want with Sadie? With her? Bess was beyond sure he hadn't had a change of heart or some bullshit like that, so what he wanted with her daughter----and after he'd already tried to get her, even though the hitwizards couldn't prove it was him...

She knew though. Bess still had 'nightmares' about it. She called the memories that because maybe they weren't real live thoughts that resided in her head, that they were actual images of something that happened, but---

Just the thought of having to go through anything remotely like that again made her burst into tears, and she pushed Sadie into her chest to lie the baby's head down on her shoulder. Breathing harshly, she was glad Sirius must have been in the back as she hurried up the stairs to Fabian's flat. She hesitated for only a second before knocking rapidly on the door, realizing that she wasn't even sure if he'd be home because of quidditch.

"Fabian!" she choked out, looking over her shoulder. Fucking hell, what if she'd been followed?

Seth rubbed his eye as he made his way to the door, wondering who in the bloody hell could be so adamant about having his attention right then and there. At one in the fucking morning. He managed to get out of bed without disturbing Savannah. This has happened before, one of his friends got smashed and decided that his house was the closest for crashing at, or they were there to try and convince him to come out and party. But it was a tuesday and he had practice in the morning.

"This had better be good, I'm too fucking tired to deal with drunks to---" Seth said as he opened the door only to be cut off by the sight in front of him. His brow furrowed at the fact that the crying girl standing in front of him was definitely not one of his drunk friends. In fact, he didn't even know who she was, although she did look slightly familiar. "Umm, can I help you?"

The girl let out a sob before she spoke. "I swore I wasn't going to do this. I mean I never wanted to burden you. I wanted to take care of her myself but I just can't. You have money and a wife to help you. And Leanne would just be so much better off with you."

She fiddled with a think envelope while Seth just stared at her like she had two heads. Of course he would get the bloody crazies on his doorstep. "What are you going on about?"

"Here." she shoved the envelope into his hands. "It explains everything. All the proof and everything you need to know is in there. Long story short, we hooked up at one of your after parties, back when you were still on United. Nine months later, I had little Leanne and---and I just can't take care of her anymore, she's better off with you."

By the time that Seth finally comprehended what she was saying, the girl was muttering 'I've got to go' and with a loud pop he was left standing there staring at a small bassinet that was behind where the girl was just standing. And then the crying started. A loud wailing crying that babies were known for.

Seth Wadcock at that exact moment in time was completely and utterly fucked. And not in a good way.