Adamina + baby
Tim had to admit. He rather liked having a reason to dress up. Mostly because that meant Adamina could dress up, and then he got to look at her all night. Lately she was a funny sight, either eating everything in sight or pushing her hands in to her lower back to try and make her barely showing stomach protrude more, but, still. He loved seeing his wife all dolled up, and if he had to put on a monkey suit to get her to do so, then, sure.
He'd been surprised with how many people he actually had known at the reception; it seemed like the Longbottoms just invited their entire year, plus anyone else they'd ever enjoyed talking to. Loads of the Hufflepuffs were there, and Tim found himself laughing and smiling more than he had since...since, well, he supposed,
his wedding.
Which, of course, brought back some nostalgia, and he happily let it take over. They were married nearly six months now, a baby on the way, and life couldn't be better. He didn't think it could, at least, because his life had never gotten to this point of good.
"I have for you," Tim said, returning to their table with three glasses, one floating in the air beside his shoulder. He gently put them all down in front of Adamina, "Water. Fruit punch, non-alcoholic, and...this...pineapple, thing. Also non-alcoholic. Apparently there are a lot of pregnant ladies floating about."
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