Chapter 5 : Of Observant Brothers and Hectic Saturdays
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Dom opened her eyes slowly, letting them find the smiling face of Teddy Lupin. The early morning sunlight shone on him from behind, slipping over his bare shoulder and warming her cheeks - even more so than he did as he gently brushed her hair behind her ear. She tilted her head up until her mouth met his, her lips curving into a giddy smile of their own accord.
Teddy laughed, pulling away first. "Well good morning to you, too." He grinned, pushing himself up into a sitting position against the head board. His chest was pale, but taut and bare nonetheless.
A wave of disappointment washed over her for a moment, but she shook it off and sat up next to him, wrapping herself in the royal blue sheet as he gazed out of the window. Dom looked down at herself, brushing the other side of her hair behind her ear. "Did we...?"
"Yeah," Teddy replied, exhaling deeply through his nostrils.
Dom swallowed and nodded curtly to herself, accepting his response. Her grip on the sheet at her chest absently tightened. There was a palpable tension in the room now, and there was certainly no mistaking what was going through each of their minds during the moment of silence: what had they done? Abruptly, the happiness that she had woken up to a mere ten minutes ago completely drained away.
She was numb. Bile rose up in the back of her throat, and her hands were suddenly clammy. Dom swung her legs over the side of the bed, welcoming the cool feeling of the floor beneath her feet as she crossed her room to the bathroom and shut the door.
Not having been in the bathroom for even a solid minute, Dominique vomited twice. She splashed her face with cold water, and then pinched her cheeks to try and regain some of their color, but she still looked horrible. Her skin was unnaturally pale, her eyes had dark circles under them, and she was suddenly really craving a large stack of pancakes drenched in maple syrup.
There was suddenly a knock on the bathroom door, and Dom gave a start, her hand still lingering on her stomach. She walked over and opened it, finding a worried and fully clothed Teddy on the other side.
"Hey," He said, his brows furrowing as his eyes flickered around the bathroom. "You doing alright in here?"
Dom found herself nodding. "'M fine," She told him quickly, pushing past him and walking over to her closet. "Do we have any pancakes in this house?" She asked as she pulled on a pair of jean shorts and a white blouse.
Teddy raised an eyebrow at her. "Pancakes?" He repeated. Dom turned to face him, dragging a brush through her hair a few times before pulling it up into a messy bun at the top of her head.
"Yes. P-a-n-c-a-k-e-s, pancakes." Her eyes lit up, and a smile spreading on her face. "Do you think that you could make me some, Teddy? I'd be forever grateful." She gave him her biggest, brightest smile and batted her eyelashes a few times, but eventually he gave in. How could he not?
"Sure," Teddy sighed, managing a smile. "Pancakes it is."
And with that he was gone, off to make her wish come true. Dom watched him leave, her smile gradually fading again. Since when did she crave pancakes? Her mother would kill her when she found out that she was planning on stuffing her face a day before the wedding, but her darling mother's wrath was the least of her worries.
It was Victoire that she was really scared about. Maybe she would be content with just clawing Dom's eyes out and be on her way. She could live with being blind. Right?
Dom lay on her bed and imagined all of the things Victoire could and wouldn't hesitate to do if she ever caught wind of the events of last night between her younger sister and fiance, wincing after each one as they grew worse and worse. Teddy brought her the pancakes and she dug in, hardly hearing him as he announced that he had to leave again.
Half an hour passed and her bedroom door opened once more. This time, it was her brother Louis, and when he saw her lazily stretched out across the bed with a plate next to her, his eyebrows pulled together.
"Have you been in here all morning?" He inquired. At the sudden sound of his voice, Dom shot up in her bed, only to have the same feeling of nausea she had felt earlier wash over her again.
She held up a finger as he opened his mouth. "Hold that thought," Dom said quickly, before rushing to the bathroom to throw up.
Louis followed her, leaning on the doorframe. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked, looking down at her as she flushed the toilet, and pushed herself up from the floor with shaking arms. Dominique just laughed, shaking her head as she went over to the sink and began brushing her teeth.
"Stupid pancakes," She muttered. "I swear, Teddy doesn't know how to cook for his life."
"Are you sure that's all it is?" Louis asked with a bit more concern, scrutinizing her appearance as she rinsed her mouth and spat. "You don't look too hot."
Dom practically slammed her toothbrush down on the sink as she turned to look at him. "I'm fine." She ground out, pushing her way past him. "Now did you come for something or did you just feel like getting on my nerves today?"
"Actually" - Louis paused, taking one last, long look at his sister. - "as strange as it may seem, Victoire wants to see you in her room."
She inhaled sharply.
"What for?" Dom asked, pulling her eyebrows together in confusion, trying to mask her fear. Why does this feel like its not going to end well? She thought to herself. Has Teddy told her already? Should I be picking out headstones?
Louis shrugged, heading for the door. "Beats me," He replied. "I'm just the messenger." And then he left, too.
Dominique sighed and ran a hand through her hair, before making her way across the corridor to her sister's bedroom, where the door had been left cracked open. She pushed it the rest of the way open slowly, revealing her sister's large and elegantly furnished bedroom. Unlike the rest of the bedrooms in the house, her room was circular and painted a pearl color from the lush, white carpet to the ceiling.
At the very center of the room was Victoire, standing on a scarlet pedestal as a tiny house elf worked diligently pinning the hem of her flowing white dress. Noticing her arrival in the mirror's reflection, Victoire smiled and spun around, forgetting about the house elf for a moment.
She looked back and murmured, "Could you give us a minute?" The house elf happily obliged, disappearing with a snap of its fingers and a loud crack.
Dom tucked her hands under her armpits, taking a furtive step further into the room. "You, er, wanted to see me?" She reminded her.
"Ah, yes," Victoire admitted, sitting down at her vanity and powdering her nose. After a moment she sighed and set the compact down before turning to look at her sister. "Have I ever told you why I picked you as my maid of honor?"
She shook her head. "Not that I recall," Dom laughed without humor. Victoire pressed her lips together, clearly trying not to snap at her for the moment.
"Well, it was Teddy's idea actually." She told her simply, making Dom's mouth go dry. "He told me that even though we have a lot of different views, you are still my sister and fighting just comes with that. We can't just go on with our lives hating eachother. I mean, I'm getting married," She laughed a little, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Can you believe it?"
The tears didn't stop.
"I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry for being so bitchy this past week, I have just been so stressed about the wedding and Ted hasn't been around as much as I'd hoped. I just didn't want to leave things as tense as they were between us when I move next week..." She trailed off with a sigh, sniffling into her handkerchief.
Dom had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Vic," She said, taking another couple of steps toward her sister. "Why are you telling me this? Why are you crying?" She understood that a lot of brides cried at their weddings, but not this much.
Victoire sniffled for a moment, toying with the handkerchief in her hands. Dom had never seen her cry so much, not since they were little girls. It was unnerving, seeing the ever-confident Victoire this way. Dom had the sudden urge to get out of there as fast as possible, but she just could not for the love of Merlin find the will to move her feet.
"Dom," She said, swallowing hard. She looked up, her eyes wet and rimmed with red. "I think I'm pregnant."
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