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「αmelia → ℬones」 ([info]amelias) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-04-09 22:15:00


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Entry tags:amelia bones, jonathan bones

WHO: Jonathan Bones & Amelia Bones
WHAT: They need to have a talk.
WHEN: Today
WHERE: Jonathan & Megan's place
STATUS: Completing in comments

Jonathan was like in a perpetual state of leave-me-alone. Even the dog was obeying that, somewhat. He was in the kitchen, washing some more dishes that he'd taken down from the 'good' cupboard, careful not to break anything while he was transferring things to the counters. Megan would kill him if he broke some of her grandmother's dishes. Even magic might be too harsh on them if he tried to fix them that way. So he wasn't going to break them, but dishes were his way of having something to focus on and think on. Of which there was a lot to think about. Not only was Edgar married now (at nineteen) but he was pregnant. Or Gilly was, but that didn't matter. And Amelia apparently was too, even though Jonathan was hoping that this was just one long April Fool's Joke and that any minute now he was going to wake up and they would all have a great big laugh about it.

But Megan's shopping lists and happy-but-stressed humming around the house make Jonathan know that this was actually real and now all of his siblings were married and pregnant and he wasn't. Not that he could get pregnant, but Megan could and he did want children but they wanted to plan them, to make sure everything was right and good. Not just jump into a marriage without knowing what it would be - it wasn't just sharing a bed and a house and a big froofy ceremony like Edgar and Gillian or some kind of romantic novel throw back like Amelia and Berk. It was actual work and even though he and Megan weren't actually married in the law, they'd been doing this for more than a decade now and it made him feel ridiculous for his ideals and waiting for Megan to be ready.

There was a noise at the kitchen door and Jonathan looked up from his scrubbing slowly and tried not to sigh at the site of his sister. She might have been older than him, but Jonathan felt more responsibility to be her 'big' brother than ever and he really just wanted to punch Edgar and Berk in the stomachs and ask them what the fuck they were thinking. "There's tea on the stove, still hot."

"Right."

The monosyllabic answer was all that Amelia offered her brother as she walked over to a cupboard to pull out a glass. She didn't even want to look at him right now--she didn't want to be here in the first place, but she wanted this resolved before she got any more angry at him--so she kept her eyes firmly fixed on the faucet as she poured herself a glass of water, ignoring the tea entirely. She wasn't sure if that was his kind of a test or something or if he just didn't realize she couldn't have it, but whatever it was, the water was a safer bet all around. For someone who was so used to waking up and getting her cup of coffee, having her cup of tea at lunch, and drinking another after dinner, quitting caffeine cold-turkey had been one of the most challenging things for her to deal with so far, but she thought she was doing relatively well.

Amelia retreated to the kitchen table, taking a seat as she stared down into her glass of water. She wasn't entirely sure what she was to expect from this meeting with him, but if all he wanted to do was lecture her or keep denying that she was actually having this baby, then she wasn't going to sit there and just take it. She was 28 years old, very much an adult with her own mind and the ability to make her own decisions, and she thought she had made that evident when she had married Berkeley, but still she could tell that Jonathan didn't approve of any of this and it drove her nuts. She was her own person, damnit, and not to blow her own skirt up, but she was bloody smart, too. Just because she didn't do things the way that he did didn't mean she didn't make the right decisions.

She tapped her nails softly on the sides of the glass, and pursed her lips in thought before she finally spoke to him. "So, what'll it be, then?" she asked--calm for now, but just slightly warning.

No, Jonathan didn't realize that she couldn't have caffeine, it was just not something that he thought about. Or knew. He didn't deal with pregnant people a whole lot, he just dealt with their minds. But obliviating was different than trying to figure out what people were thinking or saying and what they meant by it. It was a lot more difficult to figure out your siblings as well. Jonathan continued with his dish washing, taking extra care with the tooth brush to get inside the little curls and crevasses of the intricate tea cup.

He looked over at Amelia and raised an eyebrow at her question, trying to figure out what that meant. What would what be? Jonathan figured playing stupid would be the best idea here. It wasn't like she was being all that forward or at all specific. She could be talking about lunch or dinner of all things. Plus, he really didn't want to talk about it all that much. "What'll what be?"

"You know what I mean, Jonathan," she replied, sounding ever-so-much like their mother in that instant. It wasn't displeasure, but mild annoyance that he was acting as if there was no problem at all between them. "Did you want to see me today because you want to tell me how irresponsible and rash I am, how displeased you are with me, or are you simply going to talk about the weather and continue to pretend that I'm not having a baby until my daughter's halfway through Hogwarts?"

Normally she wasn't this short with anyone (save Dolores), and especially not one of her brothers. She loved Jonathan and Edgar more than anything and loved to sit and talk to them and listen to them and be with them and coddle them (even still, now that they were both grown men), but she was hormonal and he had made her cry and she just wasn't in the mood for being happy-pleasant-everything's-alright Amelia right now. She was angry at a lot of stuff lately, actually, and when she wasn't angry, something was making her cry. This kid was messing up her emotions left and right, but even so, she had a feeling that in the right state of mind she'd still be marginally frustrated with Jonathan about all this. He was her brother, for God's sake, she just wanted him to not be unhappy with her, she wanted him to celebrate this like the rest of the family because Merlin's beard, he was going to be an uncle and--and--ugh.

"I wanted to see you today to see if you'd come to your senses," he said calmly. Having a baby wasn't just squealing and happy glee and buying cutesy outfits. It was a huge life changing event and he didn't think Amelia was going about this completely the wrong way - of course she'd done the wedding and everything wrong - there was just...nothing to say though. Jonathan couldn't get the words to come out of his mouth. He loved his brother and sister very much, but they were possibly the stupidest people on the earth. What made them think that having babies right now was the best idea in the world.

"Not- I didn't mean doing anything about it, just if you've actually realized what is going to happen. Amelia, you've only been married for five months. To an Auror." Jonathan set his hands on the edge of the sink and looked over at her. "Do you realize how insane this is?"

There was an instant then when Amelia just--she didn't even know what happened, the last time she'd felt such a sudden rush of emotion was when Dolores had started up about the wedding, but before she knew it, both palms slammed into the table, causing her glass of water to shake and almost tip over. She really was a calm person by nature, but her emotions now were out of whack and she just didn't have the ability to deal with this right now. It was the same fucking thing she'd been hearing from every damn member of both of their families for the past five months, just now plus the baby factor, and she was sick and bloody tired of it, of everyone treating she and Berk like children, like they didn't know what they were doing.

"If you think we did this on purpose, Jonathan, I--what the hell do you think we did, ran around saying, 'oh jolly good, let's just go on and have a baby! How smart a decision this is, complicating our lives!' and just did it?" she exclaimed, her voice escalating by the syllable. "It was an accident, an honest fucking mistake, and one that we're dealing with like adults, that we've decided we're happy about because we can be happy, and because being happy beats the hell out of being upset." She shook her head and stood up, pacing now because she couldn't sit still, she was ranting and ranting required her to be moving around, letting it all out in actions as well as words.

"You can go on and think I'm insane all you want, but being with Berk, in all its insanity, feels like the most sane thing I've done in a long while, Jonathan. I know no one else can understand that because I hear everyone whisper every day about how wrong we are, how crazy we must be, how foolish and stupid and a thousand other things--I never expected you to understand this, but I at least hoped that you, my own brother, would respect my choices, would give me the benefit of the doubt rather than jumping on the boat with everyone else and deciding I must be out of my bloody mind."

Jonathan wasn't really used to outbursts from Amelia, at least not lately. He stared at her for a long moment before taking the dish towel and wiping his hands off as he tried to formulate his thoughts. Apparently he'd misjudged Amelia, taking her happiness about it as this being planned. He still didn't understand why she had gone through with the whole marriage thing in the first place and was still kind of reeling from that, on top of Edgar's wedding and now Edgar's baby as well... It was a lot for one brother to handle at any given moment. But he had to, for the sake of his sister and for Megan, he supposed. It was completely against everything Jonathan had planned for his siblings and he was allowed to be cheesed at them for breaking his plans, right? But he shouldn't judge them for it. Especially not Amelia, who was one of his closest friends and Megan's too.

He sighed and went over to Amelia, catching her around the waist and pulling her into a hug. "Now, there's no crying allowed, you know that. And you are out of your bloody mind, but you're probably the sanest insane person I know, and I know a lot of insane people. I'm sorry I was harsh, its just a lot to take in, okay? You were supposed to meet some guy and have a great relationship and a long courtship like me and Megan and Edgar was supposed to wait until he was at least twenty five before knocking someone up and its just. I don't understand it but I'll try, okay?"

Amelia was honestly shocked by his sudden decision to hug her, especially after she'd started going off at him--but that could have been because she hadn't even seen him coming with all the pacing and gesticulating she had been doing and all the thoughts that her mind was currently occupied with. She stopped in her tracks and took a moment, then as she listened to his voice--oh... calm, he was calm--she finally made the decision to move her arms up around his middle, returning the hug. And see, now he was telling her there was no crying allowed, but she wanted to because it felt like relief and--oh, jesus, stupid emotions.

"I did meet some guy," she spoke into her brother's shoulder. "I do have a great relationship. Just because we didn't have a long courtship doesn't mean we love each other less or understand each other less--and I wouldn't have married Berk if I didn't know that I really love him. We--we don't have some ten years under our belts--and don't get me wrong, I think it's great that you and Megan do, but--but we're still happy and we're still doing this all just the same and--" She pulled back and dug the heels of her palms into her eyes for a moment, forcing away any tears that had been there, then looked up at Jonathan and smiled. "He didn't leave me when I told him about the baby. He knew as well as I did that this wasn't in the plans, and this was going to be hard and he didn't leave me. He grinned and he kissed me and--he's an amazing man, Jonathan. I think that's all I ever need from him to know I made the right choice."

Oh, Jonathan hated when they cried, he really did. It made him feel like such a shit for thinking and saying the things he had. Jonathan solved this problem by holding Amelia close and resting his chin on her head. He sighed, because Amelia made sense, and she was sane and he trusted her judgment for most things, but getting married on a whim and having a baby when the world was turning to shit was not something he'd ever thought Amelia would do. He didn't want to be the voice of pessimism, he was just realistic. How long was this auror going to stick around after there was an actual baby and not just super-happy-fun-time? Jonathan decided he'd just keep that to himself and let Amelia have her fun. He would be here though, if anything happened. He would also be the first in line to chase this guy down and beat him to a bloody pulp.

Jonathan nodded, "I trust you, okay. I do, it's just a little difficult to fit all of this into my world view. Don't think that I'm not going to give Edgar an earful because really, he should not be having a child. In February, you know! What is Edgar going to do with a baby, Amelia?"

Somehow it didn't make her feel better at all that Jonathan was going to be 'giving Edgar an earful' too. She shook her head, and released her brother and stepped back, rubbing at her eyes as she did to get the tears to go away--fuck it all, she was going to have to learn how to control this someday.

"No, Jonathan," she said, finally looking up. Her eyes were rimmed with red, but she had the tears under control for now. It was easier, now that they had shifted the focus off of her and onto their brother. "You don't need to talk to Edgar about this, or make him feel like he's done something wrong. You can't take a baby back, nor are you going to convince him to get rid of it, so all you're going to serve to do is make him feel bad about what I'm sure was also an accident." Amelia walked over to the table and picked up her glass of water, taking it over to the sink and setting it down there. She turned around and looked at him, back leaning against the counter, and shot him a knowing look. "I know you only want us to have the best lives we can, but frankly, if you want the best for us, you need to let us make our own decisions without guilt tripping us about them. I know that you and Megan are the polar opposite of Edgar, Gillian, Berk, and I, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to tell any of us what and what not we should be doing."

The unspoken words there were 'get off your high horse', but those would remain unspoken. She wasn't going to say that outright to her brother, only let it hang in the air between them. "Remember who's the big sister here, Jonathan. Surprisingly enough, I know a thing or two that you don't."



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