Tim let out a breath, taking the rambling, upset hitwizard by the shoulders.

"Bianca, go home," he said, bending at the knees to look the girl in the eyes. She frowned, shaking her head. Tim knew she felt guilty, like she was the cause of all this, but he couldn't let her. He had to be the strong one because he hadn't been there to protect his wife and son. Bianca had been the one that had put up the fight, she had been the one who had gotten hurt, so he couldn't let her give anymore. "You don't have to stand guard."

"But what if---"

Tim shook his head and calmly explained to Bianca that she herself had a child to go home to, and that she couldn't spend all of her time at St. Mungo's. As much as Tim wanted to have a guard, a hitwizard, an auror, anyone at Adamina's door while she recovered, he knew that it just wasn't possible, or fair. And---he was here now. He wouldn't let anything happen to his wife or son, not again, not on his life. When Bianca finally resigned and left, Tim let out another sigh and went back into his sleeping wife's room. It was dark, and he crossed the room to pull the shades slightly. He stared out the window at the busy London streets, letting his mind wander.

WHO: Derek Dobbs
WHAT: A Missing Person's case
WHERE: Muggle Kent
WHEN: Tonight


( The blonde at the desk sighed and flicked at it with her wand )

WHO: Bianca Aubrey and Adamina Greengrass
WHAT: A casual stroll through the park leads them straight into an attack
WHERE: A park in muggle Kent!
WHEN: Today!

( Move along, boys )

He'd been spending an awfully long time in the garage these past few days. Tim had somehow managed to keep this part of the house from getting covered in pink and stuffed animals, and it was definitely where he went when he needed some time to think or breathe. He was feeling awful about rejecting Adamina's offer to help him start up his own company, but---he'd always done things for himself, he was always the one to build up whatever he wanted to do he...Tim didn't know how to gracefully accept help from his friends, his family, his wife.

It was stupid if he admitted it out loud. Tim felt like his...he couldn't even think it. His honor could be compromised, his manliness, it---it was already hard enough to make sure that Adamina's parents didn't think he was some halfblood slob (which he knew they did, but they were decent at hiding it since he was half a Nott and the muggle came in a few generations back...). It---it was all too much, and he'd rather sit in his garage tinkering with spells that would help with the gutter situation.

The door of the garage creaked open and he looked up quickly, smiling at Adamina's appearance. "Hello Blue Eyes," he said, taking a deep breath.

Today was December 17th.

Now--nothing special had ever happened on this day before, in years past, but today was supposed to be different. Today was supposed to be life changing and today it was supposed to be the best day of his and Adamina's lives--

Well, the healers had said that due dates weren't always precise.

The day had come and gone, and now Tim was attempting to fall asleep with his still very pregnant wife by his side. The past nine months had been building up to this day, and Daphne was still quite comfortably set inside of Mina. Part of Tim was a bit relieved that he had another day to go without having the weight of being a father on his shoulders, but that just reminded him it was another day of anticipation and worry and concern that they had everything and---and it was just ridiculous.

Adding onto the fact that he'd gotten nothing but death glares and angry insults thrown at him since he started working on the muggleborn housing complexes. At first Tim would attempt to defend himself, telling people (and some of his friends!) that it was his job and he needed to do it, but now it was just overwhelming to try and fight back so he just stayed silent and---the guilt was being to hurt, a lot. Tim never liked stepping on people's toes, and here he was, building flats that were going to break up families and--it made him sick.

He hadn't been able to sleep, but laid with his eyes shut so to not worry his wife. He did feel sleep coming on, but a noise in the--one eye opened and Tim listened again; was that noise in his dream or...was he going crazy?

See--this whole 'knowing the sex of the baby thing while your significant other didn't' thing was not the best of situations to be in. Tim had been able to leave his latest work site (a new robe shop in Diagon) and on a whim, had ducked into a children's store he'd stumbled across. Or, well--Gleny had informed him of it, telling him that he simply must buy Adamina something from the place. Which was something Tim definitely didn't mind doing, it was just hard when it came to baby stuff.

What if he bought something that had a hint of blue? Would that make her think he knew/thought the baby was a boy and then she started buying blue things on Tim's 'hunch'? And then when their daughter was born, they'd have a house full of blue things and everyone would say 'oh, what a cute little boy!' and they'd have to say 'oh, no, it's a girl!' and people would say 'but she's in blue?' 'Well, yes, blue is her favorite color!'

No, no, that would drive Tim absolutely mad with guilt. But he didn't exactly have the money to spend on a diamond something that would sooth his wife over when he finally told her that he'd peeked at the healer's documents. That simply could not be helped, how could he have resisted? Maybe his wife was just a better person than he.

Tim dropped his bag onto the kitchen table as he popped into their house, and poked his head out, "Mina?"

Alice could now say she understood why people made such a fuss over weddings.

Well, no, not really---she would enjoy having the pictures with her friends, and dancing, but everything else was really unnecessary to her. Not that it was bad, no, no it was terribly fun to dress up and see everyone else dress up, but she had never been one to seek attention. And, really, that's all a wedding was, making sure everyone in the whole world knew that the bride and groom loved each other very much. Let's show you by wearing a big white dress and snazzy tuxedo!

No, no--they could just look back at the year Frank and Alice have had as a married couple, to understand what they meant to each other. Admittedly, it wasn't as stressed as some other's may have been, thankfully, but they still had made it. A lot of people don't even get to one year, and Alice was very, very proud of them.

Of course, their marriage might be over the moment Frank found out she helped a certain Slytherin sneak into their house last night, but Alice had faith in her husband; or, at least, she had faith in her ability to produce tears on the spot, and therefore confuse her husband into forgiving her.

Hey--to make a marriage work, you have to know how to survive.

With the party in full swing, Alice made her way through the crowd, thanking people for coming and accepting compliments and all the other things a bride-again was supposed to do. It was really nice, seeing all of her friends with happy, smiling faces, as it had been such a rough year. Maybe there was a reason for weddings afters all.

who tim & mina
where: st. mungos
when: afternoonesque!
rating: pgesque
status complete!
( are you sure it's not allergies? )

"Please don't pray for triplets."

Tim shut the door behind himself after he and his wife (ha, wife, that was still such a startling concept to him, one that he loved), returning from a visit to her brother's place. The triplets were due in about a month, but it would be a lie if Tim thought Madeleine was going to make it that far. Plus, the idea of actually having three kids at once instead of the terrifying thought of just one was enough to put him into a daze, so he hoped that Adamina didn't carry the gene or whatever it was to conceive multiples.

He hung his coat onto the hanger, disappearing into the living room for a moment to retrieve his journal. Ryan had been incredibly antsy and Tim had made it a habit to regularly check for updates about Audrey and the baby. Babies seemed to be taking over the world, and Tim wasn't sure what to make of it. He and Adamina hadn't exactly discussed children, but he knew that the idea was there. At least--he wasn't sure if he was ready, and he couldn't quite figure out where Addy stood.

"Not that three kids would be bad," he said, returning and flipping through the journal and sitting at the counter of the counter, "Just, all at once--Nick's a tough bloke."