Sitting with Mammy, it wasn’t too hard to picture them at home… though Leza and Q weren’t here… and their sofa definitely wasn’t bright green… Hmm, maybe not at home but at least they were comfortable enough for this talk.

Hope’s heart jumped at the look in her wife’s face. She couldn’t help it - did she know? Did Margaret Ward know that she was pregnant? Was she acting differently? Was it the fact she was slightly starting to show? Was she? Had she missed that? Looking down at her lap slightly, she looked back up as Mammy continued the sentence. … Hot tub.

Her mouth fell open slightly, as she wanted to tell her off and to be serious… but she knew Mammy. Had known her for twenty years and knew that normally jokes at bad times were her way of making light of a situation as she didn’t know which emotion to use or let loose.

Slowly, she shook her head. ”no… though that could be interesting. Maybe in the balcony area?” Why not? Hot tubs were fun… and could definitely be a nice way to relax. ”But… that certainly isn’t what I wanted to tell you…”

Smiling, slowly runs her thumb over the back of Margaret’s hand. ”Ha. Uh, my heart is racing so hard.” Tells her honestly, an open book for her wife.Except… with this apparently.

Um, right. So… after practise I made sure Q got home safely-” an unspoken agreement between the three of them, that she would be safe. Thumpthumpthump. She could feel her heart, emotions were so over powering. Uhoh. ”And then… She paused, looking up to catch the soft brown eyes of her love. ”Then I went to get a scan with Aunt Gabi.” It was seven weeks tomorrow since they had started her latest and last chance at IVF.

Her shoulders slumped only slightly, out of dramatics. The balcony was no fun when they have a television in the living room, but Boo certainly didn't say no to the idea of a hot tub. Gold star points all around, yea?

The jokes aside though, she began to settle down to a more serious mood, considering how nervous her wife seemed to be. This was supposedly nothing bad. Boo had said so herself not a minute before. With the mention of Q, she sat up a little straighter. Did something happen to Q?

No wait, nothing bad. Right.

And then...

AND THEN WHAT...?

Mammy blinked, her mind slowly wrapping around what was said so far when there seemed to be a lull in the amount of words being spoken. A scan? Wait.... a SCAN? As in, the scan? Their scan? Today? The one that meant... big things. Her hands gripped her wife's a bit tighter, no doubt beginning sweating a little as her heart began to thud moderately faster. She leaned forward somewhat, waiting anxiously for Boo to continue.

Boo watched as Mammy seemed to realise this was big; sitting straighter and blinking. She noted that her hand was being held tighter and she was glad to see that her wife suddenly wasn’t making jokes, she knew this was a once in a life time conversation and she needed to remember every detail. Searching Mammy’s eyes as if trying to make sure she was okay and still with her she took a deep breath and continued.

”I had the scan… and…” She paused, emotions swelling in her chest and rising as tears in her eyes. There was however a smile across her lips and an incredulous look as she looked at the amazing Obliviator before her. ”Mammy,” whispers, ”I’m seven weeks pregnant…. We are pregnant with as healthy a baby as we can have when they are the size of a blueberry.” Laughs, tears falling down her cheeks out of happiness.

And...

Tense as a stone, she unknowingly held her breath. She heard everything. She saw the tears in Boo's eyes, saw the smile, heard the laughs, could feel herself finally letting go of her breath, but the words... They were slower to process than what was said previously.

Boo was... is pregnant?

In a sudden, she stood up, hands half in the air, not really knowing what to do with them. Boo is pregnant. Her gaze shifted down to the brunette's tummy and back up again. A smile gradually began to appear on her lips, until there was a grin as large as the sun there as instantly as when she stood. "OH..." Hands were thrown above her into the air, clenched into fists. "MY..." She bounced on her heels until she jumped, spinning around to the receptionist for whatever reason. Bertha? Martha? WHATEVER HER NAME WAS, Mammy leaped halfway over the desk to hug the woman. BOO IS PREGNANT!!

NO WAIT!! BOO!

Spinning around again, she leaped back over to her wife and stood in front of her fidgeting from one foot to the other, not particularly able to stand still... much less sit down. "ARE YOU..." she ran her hands over the side of her jeans. So sweaty holy snaps, but it didn't matter. She could barely breeeeeathe with how hard her heart was pounding in her chest. "Are you positive? For real?? Boo?"

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?

Boo thought there was nothing in the world that was better than an excited and bouncy Mammy… except perhaps a tired, slightly tipsy Leza. A calm, loving smile moved over her face at the thought of their perfect family, almost complete with their perfect bundle of joy; boy or girl, it mattered not.

HUG! YES! HUGS WERE HAP-- not happening.

Hope couldn’t help the pout and sadness that crossed her face as Mammy pulled back from the hug. WHAT?! What happened to her hug? HER HUG MAMMY.

….

WHAT. Not only did she not get a hug, Mammy was further away from her than ever and apologising?!?!?! What even.

”No. We are not fine! You didn’t give Mama her hug! She very very much wants her hugs now.” And without waiting, Boo leapt forward to close the TWO step gap between her and her very protective, over-reacting wife, looped her arms around her neck and hugged her for all she could, hoping with everything she had that Mammy would return the hug.

”Bubba is fine, I’m fine. I just want a hug, please.” Says softly, almost whispering it only to her Mammy Ward.

Her stomach plumetted a few levels before Boo could finish speaking, though the sudden hug!attack gave her enough time to, once again, process it all. Hugs. That's... what wasn't fine? Merlin's beard. She could do hugs! Wrapping her arms around the woman, she grinned, heart racing from everything.

"Okay," she murmured, giving a gentle squeeze of a hug. With a deep breath, she sighed contentedly, taking in the moment for as long as possible before her eyes flew open from a thought, though had no intentions of breaking the hug just yet, "Does Leza know yet?"

And hugs Boo would get. Thank you! Wrapping her arms around her wife, she made her self comfortably in the embrace, loving the warm and known figure of her wife and how very much Mammy was home. She would stay here all day if she could; though she knew that she couldn’t, it didn’t mean that she didn’t want to.

….. If that made sense.

Leza.

Slowly, Boo’s heart skipped again at the thought of getting to tell her second gorgeous wife the amazing news. ”No… Not yet.” Not moving her head from Mammy’s shoulder, the gymnast continued, ”I don’t know which level she works on.. I was thinking you could go and find her and invite her to lunch… and then I could meet you at a café and we could tell her together?” Y’know, ‘cause she needed Leza to know why she couldn’t stop smiling.

So, she was the first to know?

Mammy almost beamed at the thought, but once again, her mind became a jumbled mess with what they HAD to do next. Get time off, go to lunch, tell Leza... BOO IS PREGNANT!! "Ugh, sounds perfect," she said, lifting her wife up and twirling around once. "Better yet," setting Boo down, she let go and took a step back towards the door to the work areas, "No, wait, nevermind... yes... okay, you do that, and I'll do.... all the other stuff. Right. Perfect."

Unable to contain the beaming smile, she turned to head through the door towards her Boss's office, but then was suddenly jogging back to where Boo was. No way she could have forgotten a goodbye. Giving her wife a light kiss, she smiled, "Actually, wait right here, 'kay?" Just like, chill on the couch. Be comfy. DON'T MOVE.

To the boss's office!

There was nothing better than seeing Mammy and Leza happy, and the large beaming smile that was plastered on Mrs. Ward’s face. Grinning happily, Boo squeed and laughed as she was twirled in a happy circle. Her feet came off the floor, feet picking up to her bum as she giggled. She laughed when Mammy said that she would do everything if she went to the pub to wait for them. Well that was boring.

Mammy was going to try to pad her in bubble wrap for the next seven months.

Borinnngggg.

Smiling sweetly, she watched as she set off on a mission, only turning around to jog back and kiss her. Grinning widely herself, Hope sat back down again, placing one leg over the other as she waited for her wife to come back so that they could go and get Leza and fill her in on the good news too. This was a GREAT day. Her foot bopped slightly as she twirled a piece of her hair around her pointer finger.

It wasn't really that big of a deal. Or at least that was what she had been telling her husband. The purple spot on the wall had at first been quite small. And then, it was not that small. Gradually it was quite large. Spell after spell had been tried by herself, her husband Jase, and her brother-in-law Glenn. No such luck in removing the definitely concerning spot now.

Okay. It was a bigger deal.

Pem couldn't recall ever stopping in on the third level and awkwardly walked towards the reception desk as she peered around the landing area of the lift. She had been at the Ministry long enough that she shouldn't be nervous about asking for help with something, especially something that could very well be just a simple reversal spell afterall.

At the desk Pem smiled at the receptionist. Pemberly Perkins, in need of just a little troubleshooting on a suspicious spot on my kitchen wall.