She had been so ready to retort that Ian's parents didn't know how to take care of Katie, but that probably would not have gone over well. Right. Well. Ian seemed to trust these 'parents of his', so she should as well, yeah? Right.
UGH THIS WAS SO HARD.
What happened when Katie wanted to go to her first sleepover? Merlin's beard, Liz knew she'd have to go over and investigate the house, interrogate the parents, and then set up wards on the sleeping bags to make sure that no boys could get in. And what about when she--when she wanted to go to Hogwarts? Oh--oh fuck that, that girl was getting home schooled, there was no way she'd let her even get the chance to run around with hooligans like Black or---oh, wow.
Wow.
She was going insane. Mummy insane. Right. Let's stop talking about that.
Liz peered over at the married-again couple with a thoughtful expression that slowly tilted up into a smile, "I suppose it will be. With a lot less pink."
Except she did like the pink, but Liz was going for more of a blueish-not-super-romantic theme. Sure she knew she was going to cry and be hysterically happy at her own wedding, but the day was to have fun and just be bouncing around in joy, so. Lots of funky colors that weren't girly and romantic. Not that Ian had much say, so they probably were girly, but.
"Holy shit, my boobs are huge," she muttered, after trying to press closer to Ian and failing because of the two blimps that had exploded into size on her chest. Liz looked up with a grin; she was really rather liking her post-baby body.
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