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Chapter 6: Sunny Days
As soon as I slammed the door; I grabbed the end of my trunk to run to the bus stop. I was sobbing and I had no idea where to go. After a few minutes of sobbing to myself, I remembered that I had a brother.
I pulled out my mobile phone – that Blake bought for me – and scrolled through my contacts to call him. I could hardly talk, I was crying that much.
“Larry? What’s up?” Blake answered easily.
“Bla-Blake. I’m a-at the bu-us st-st-stop near Mum an-and Da-Dad’s. Can you pi-pick me u-up?” I stuttered, wiping my cheeks.
“I’ll be there in a minute.” I’d never heard my brother sounding so authoritative before.
I didn’t even tell Mum and Dad who the father was. They wanted nothing to do with me. My own parents hated me. How would James react?
I kept sobbing even harder, pulling at my hair. I realised how much I had messed everything up and then heard a car pull up. I heard the door slam shut and a shout,
“Larry! What’s wrong?!” Blake came running up to me and pulled me into the biggest hug that I’d ever had in my life. I sobbed into his shirt and he was asking me what was wrong over and over again. He was determined to know why I was sitting with all my belongings outside at the bus stop.
I kept crying and said, “They threw me out! They kicked me out Blake! I’m homeless!”
He shook his head and said in a forceful tone, “No. You’re not! I have an apartment you can live with me.” I hugged him back gratefully and he asked, “Why’d they throw you out though?”
Now I was going to have to tell him. I guess it was inevitable.
I took a deep breath and pulled away from him. He kept a hold on my shoulders, however. I looked into his all-too-familiar green eyes and said, “I’m a slag.”
He shook his head and said, “NO! You’re not a slag, Larry! Don’t ever say anything like that again! Do you hear me?”
I protested, “Well, I am! I’m a stupid slut that made her parents hate her!”
Blake went to interrupt but I stopped him, “You know why? Because I fucked up and fucked James and ended up fucking pregnant! Pregnant!” I sobbed even harder but this time he didn’t pull me into a hug.
Great. Now my brother hated me too.
“Larry. Did you say…? You’re… Did you say you were pregnant?” I nodded meekly and he swore but he held me close to him again.
“It’s okay Larry. I’ll be here for you. You can tell me about it when you’ve calmed down a bit. Let’s get you back to my apartment.”
Blake threw my trunk in his car and I grabbed Lionel’s cage. He ushered me in the car and handed me a box of tissues from his glove box.
I wiped my face clear and when we arrived he brought me some soup. This made me smile slightly. Whenever I was upset as a kid, I'd have a soup. Tea was good, but not as good as soup.
Blake sat across from me and looked at me expectantly. I told him everything. The father, the night I found out, the scan, the things I said to our parents. Everything. I didn’t hold back anything and honestly? It felt so good.
He looked like he wanted to interrupt but I steamrolled over him, just letting myself talk until my throat was sore from talking.
When I finished my explanation, my caring brother said only one thing,
“Wow. You’re in deep shit aren’t you?”
Thanks, bro. I really needed that.
I heaved a sigh and got up to go to the spare bedroom. I told Blake I was going to have a nap and he just nodded. I think he was still in shock.
I stalked off to the spare bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. I wanted to fall asleep, I really did. But I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mum’s cold glare and Dad’s disappointment. I ripped my eyes open and cried silently to myself.
I was pregnant and my parents hated me. Said parents didn’t even know who the father of their unborn grandchild was. Said father didn’t even know he had an unborn child. Said unborn child was Harry Potter’s first grandchild. Said Harry Potter didn’t even know he had a grandchild yet.
I still couldn’t believe I was thrown out of home. And I had to see James in two short days. And I had to tell James. And I needed to get a bloody potion for this morning sickness.
I glared at the sunny day. It didn’t feel right. In movies it was usually all dark and stuff, and then suddenly, all this rain came pouring down with lightning and thunder when the problem was revealed. And then – when everything was solved again – it was a bright and sunny day, a forget-me-not blue sky with not a cloud in sight.
I kept glaring – or viciously staring – at the sunny day. It was too bright and wonderful. I needed shitty weather to match my shitty mood. With depressing music in the background. And bad lighting so it made me look like one of those weird Goth people.
I rambled far too much.
When I woke up, it was the one in the morning. I glanced out the window and saw to my relief it was dark. Not bright and sunny. That suited me much better right now. After getting changed into my pyjamas, I decided to eat something. I hadn’t eaten anything since that soup. And now my stomach was grumbling very loudly.
I tiptoed to the kitchen, attempting to be really quiet. I opened the fridge and saw some leftovers. There was some broccoli stir-fry sitting in a container. I took a bite of it and made a face. It was cold. My automatic instinct was to go to the microwave but then I remembered the sounds that emit from it were like the sounds of two cars colliding.
Well luckily, I had this amazing thing. It was about ten and one quarter inches, made out of mahogany and had a core of unicorn tail.
You guessed it! It was my wand! YAY FOR MAGIC!
I really am fucked up when I was sleep deprived-slash-hungry. (Although, I was a pretty fucked up person all the time.) Should I be worried? Yes. Was I? No.
I heated the food with my wand and started eating. Sadly, though, it finished too soon. I seriously didn’t know what to do with my life right now. (And I wasn’t just talking about the food.)
But if I ignore that massive blip in my life, I really only have one dilemma. Should I go back to sleep, or should I make some more food?
Tough one… NOT.
Clearly the answer was EAT ALL THE FOOD!
I grabbed some more leftovers and ate in peace. I was trying not to think about anything but food. Think only of food. Food. Food. Food. Food. Food. Food. WhatwillJamesdo? DAMMIT, REESE! FOCUS!
I think I should be going to sleep soon.
When I woke up again, I immediately ran to the bathroom for the routine vomit. I cleaned my mouth out and saw Zoe sitting at the table. I smiled weakly at her and she grinned back at me.
“Morning, Reese.” Gah, she was so happy.
“Good morning,” I said as I sat down next to her. I took a bit of toast from the plate in front of me. I stayed away from the bacon though. It was making me feel sick.
Zoe glanced at me and opened her mouth to say something but then she closed it again. When I had finished the toast, I said, “Say whatever you want to say, Zoe. I’ll probably need to hear it soon anyway.” I may as well start preparing for the onslaught of comments now.
Immediately she shook her head and started to protest, “No! I wasn’t going to say anything about you, I was going to say something about your parents, but I thought it was inappropriate because I’m about to be their daughter-in-law.”
“I feel for you, I really do. Do you want a hug?” She threw her head back and laughed. Sigh. She was so pretty and I felt like such a blimp next to her.
Wasn’t life just wonderful?
I bet she just wanted me as a bridesmaid to make herself look prettier. Oh! That reminded me!
“Hey, Zoe? Blake told me you wanted me as a bridesmaid and… I… er…”
She cut me off with a hand. “Lemme guess. You think I won’t want you as a bridesmaid because you’re pregnant?” I nodded. “Well, no baby, or baby, I’m having you as a bridesmaid.” I grinned at her and she grinned back at me.
Then we got started on wedding plans and frankly, I didn’t really care but I supplied my opinion when needed. Like whether or not to have camellias or azaleas.
I started packing my stuff to get ready to go to James’ while Blake was sitting on the edge of my bed trying to persuade me to stay.
“Are you sure you want to go, Larry? You can always stay here!” I resisted the urge to smack him. As soon as he found out who the father was, he didn’t want me to be anywhere near him.
After a long debate whether I should stay or not (I won by the way), Blake took my trunk and hauled it in the car. I hugged Zoe goodbye and followed Blake into the car.
When we got to James’ flat, Blake insisted that he could take my trunk up. “No, it's too heavy for you!” he said. I rolled my eyes but let him take it up. As soon as we got to James’ door, I shooed him away.
Okay. Deep breaths, Reese. You were about to see the guy who you’ve been in love with for about two years. The guy you slept with two months ago. The guy who got you pregnant.
You had nothing to be nervous about.
Even in my brain, I was an awful liar.
I took one more deep breath before I knocked on the door. After a few seconds, the door flew open and a familiar face grinned down at me.
“Reese!” He immediately enveloped me in a hug and I had to resist snogging him right there and then.
I hugged him back, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. He took my trunk for me (now this was just plain old Gryffindor chivalry) and I followed him inside and nearly had a heart failure.
This place was so clean.
James took in my shocked expression and chuckled. Chuckled. Wasn’t that an awesome word? Let's say it again! Chuckled.
He ruffled up his hair and said, “Yeah, Mum came round and when she saw it before, she went off at me.” He put on a high-pitched voice that sounded nothing like Ginny; “‘James Sirius! You can’t live in a pigsty! Reese is going to come here and who knows what will be going through her mind?! It’s filthy!’” He rolled his eyes, “I swear to god, she went on for about twenty minutes, so I started cleaning but apparently I was doing it ‘wrong’ so she cleaned for me. That’s why you can’t find an ounce of dirt.”
I grinned at the thought of James attempting to clean. Anyone who knew James knows he hated order. He loved mess, unpredictable things. He hated having his life planned out.
Well at least the pregnancy was unplanned…
Lionel started meowing and James scowled at him. James and Lionel had never gotten along but because I was so special, James let him stay. It actually took me about twenty-five minutes to convince him. His argument was, “He’s a cat. He can fend for himself.”
I let Lionel out and he immediately pounced out of the cage. He froze, sniffed the air, glanced at James, hissed at him and ran under the couch.
James looked offended that my cat would do such a thing, but I, on the other hand, laughed and tried to get my kitty out from under the couch.
When Lionel bit my hand (“SEE! He can fend for himself!”), James started to make dinner. I’m sure most of you are gasping in horror that James cooked, because he wasn’t too brilliant at Potions (or most subjects, actually), but he was actually a really good cook. Although he never used recipes because it was ‘cheating’.
Yes. I slept with a guy who thinks using recipes was cheating.
After dinner, I looked over to Lionel who was now draped across the TV. A lot of Muggle stuff has integrated with the Wizarding world now. It was actually quite clever. Most of the Weasleys have phones so when we weren’t in Hogwarts, we all kept in touch with our mobiles. Only older people use owls now. The TV – actually the ‘Magi-Telly’ – used magic to run though, not electricity. Mr Weasley tried to explain it to me but I didn’t understand any of it. Only the electricity part which I had to explain to him. (Not that I know much about electricity, just the basics of it.)
That was probably the most confusing hour of my life.
So after dinner I helped wash up the plates. I flicked my wand at the dishes – WHICH SO COUNTED, BY THE WAY – and turned to James.
“That was really good. Thanks.” I grinned at him and he grinned back at me.
“Do I get a hug for being so awesome at cooking?”
I laughed. That was an old tradition. I should reminisce for you:
When I was a wee third year, I didn’t want to try out for the Quidditch team because I was hopeless at sports (still am, actually). But James wanted me to try out. Every day he would ask me to try out and I kept declining. On the day before the try outs, he was literally begging.
“Nope! Why do you want me to try out so badly anyway?” I had asked.
“If you don’t try out, Reese, it’s going to be all of my family! We need at least one person that isn’t related!”
Ah, yes, the Gryffindor-Weasley team. There was Dom, who was captain and chaser. Fred as a beater, Al as seeker and Roxy and James as chasers. The spots were obviously for a keeper and beater.
The beater position was between Lucy Weasley and a scary fifth year who none of us knew. Everyone laughed when this tiny second year with flaming red hair stepped up for the beaters position. But when she nearly knocked Dom off her broom in the first few minutes, everyone supported her.
It was quite funny because the other guy was really muscular and looked so scary. Something that you actually looked for in a beater.
Hah. Little Lucy beat the shit outta him.
Anyway, I remembered after about ten minutes of begging, the best bribe he could come up with was, “I’ll give you a hug?”
I think I laughed for about an hour. That was his bribe. But in the end, Rose made me try out because she didn’t want to go alone. I saved one goal out of five, one sixth year saved four, but Rose won the position by saving five.
So after I failed immensely at try outs, I walked up to James and said, “I tried out.”
His response was to shrug and say, “Yeah, I saw… And…?”
I stared at him for a second and then his eyes lit up. “I forgot! Here’s the biggest hug you’ve ever had!” And then he proceeded to hug me for about five minutes.
And, so a tradition ensued.
So back to present time. James had his arms out and a hopeful expression on his face.
I pretended to think about it for a second, but then I threw my arms around his middle and he had his around my waist.
I took a deep breath and smelled the scent that was James. It was a nice fresh sort of smell. Kind of like apples. But it had that underlying smell of the woods that every bloke has.
Oh good grief, now I was sniffing him.
We stood there hugging and I knew I had to tell James about the pregnancy soon. But how?
I know! I should cook him breakfast, clean everything up, sit him down and then tell him very gently. It wasn’t the best plan, but hey? How do you tell someone that you were pregnant with their kid?
I tilted my chin up and looked at James. His warm brown eyes were staring back down at me, and in that moment, there was so much tension, I couldn’t help but reach up and place my lips on his.
He responded happily and my arms snaked up to entwine in his hair. He nipped at my lip, and I responded underneath him. I crushed myself to him and he lifted me up. My legs of their own accord, wrapped themselves around his waist. I let out a little moan and I felt like I was on fire. The way his tongue was dancing with mine, the way his hand was tracing patterns on my back. The way I was crushed up against him, knowing that there would be consequences but neither of us caring.
I tore my face away from his to get rid of the black spots that were dancing in front of my eyes. His mouth never left my skin and he kissed all the way up my jaw bone. I pulled his face back to mine and started to play with the hem of his shirt. We broke apart a second time so I could pull it over his head. James then put me down and I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bedroom.
It was the hormones I tell you!
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