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Stormdancer
Boo was still smiling, she saw Mammy processing and she knew she would get a reaction in about 1.34 seconds. She just had to be patient, it wasn’t really that long to wait. Patie- … see.
Tilting her head back slightly, she watched as her wife was on her feet in an instant, looking as if she was going to cheer on a Quidditch team at the world cup but couldn’t decide which team to support as her own team had been knocked out weeks before. They, had thought their dreams for a child would never happen…. but apparently, Leza and Mammy wouldn’t need to carry… and they wouldn’t need to adopt - though she would have loved their child regardless.
OH! There was BOUNCING & JUMPING & a HUGE AMAZING BEAMING SMILE, that melted any worries she had away to dust. This was going to be fine and amazing… it would be, because they were together and together the three of them could beat just about anything. And Q made them that bit stronger still, even if her addition to the family had been sudden and unexpected.
Boo giggled a little as Mammy looked around for something - or someone - and bounded around the room. Where was she going? Didn’t she know that their baby was here? Like, right here… and she couldn’t leave.
…. Watching how nervous Mammy had just become, Book stood up and linked one of her hands with that of Margaret’s. ”Aunt Gabi says that the baby looks healthy. 6-8 weeks is the worst two weeks for miscarriages though up to 12 weeks is the danger zone, but we have 7 fully completed weeks… and a healthy baby as far as she can tell. With teary eyes, the Welsh woman stood close to her English wife and waited on baited breath for her reaction this time.
There was almost no point in feeding her any more information, but as far as she could hear and tell, everything was fine. Everything was
healthy. Bouncing on her heels, she let go of Boo's hand, unable to keep herself from jumping and jogging in place with JOY and GLEE and pure happiness. Though this time she didn't bound over to hug Umawhatshername, stepping forward instead to lift Boo in a MIGHTY embrace--
EXCEPT LET'S NOT DO THAT.
She managed to wrap her arms around her wife in her haste before instantly pulling back.
"OHmygosh, I'm sorry," she took a step back, eyes widened as she stared at the tummy holding VERY PRECIOUS CARGO. 7 WEEKS OLD PEOPLE. Gentle hugs ONLY.
"Are you okay!? Is he okay? HER?" .... it?
DID THEY KNOW?