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Chapter 13 : Chapter Twelve: Buzzkill
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Chapter Twelve: Buzzkill

Victiore and I have a lunch date at two this afternoon so I can’t make the appointment. I’m glad you told me though; we still need to talk about this. Maybe we can have dinner tonight? Or tomorrow night? Harry and Ginny have been asking to see you, too. Come over for dinner or something soon.

I tossed the letter onto the table and went back to eating my cereal. At least he’d taken the time to respond, I guess. Taking a huge bite of my third bowl of cereal, I think about what dinner with the Potters and Teddy would be like; maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. And I couldn’t deny that Teddy and I needed to talk about this whole baby situation. I looked down at my stomach, noting that my pregnancy was slowly becoming more noticeable. The wrong angle would definitely make it obvious.

Which is why I had been scouring the magazine rack everyday for the past week, waiting for that picture of my boyfriend and I to surface. My boyfriend. I smile every time I think that Hayes is officially my boyfriend. Running my free hand through my unbrushed hair I take my now empty bowl into the kitchen and drop it into the sink. I take all of my potions then head to my bedroom to get ready for my appointment.

Today I find out the sex of my baby. As was to be expected, I was excited. Today, I would get to see my baby again. I would have more proof other than the sore feet and expanding hips and uncontrollable hunger and weird food urges that my baby was actually growing. Talking to Hayes made me more excited than depressed whenever I remembered my baby; while I used to hate that I was pregnant, now it’s almost as though I’ve accepted it. And Hayes is too good about it; I don’t deserve him.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?” he had asked me Tuesday night when our previous conversation on our schooling had died. I looked up at him; my head was resting in his lap and he was stroking my hair and smiling down at me. It was the first time he’d brought up my pregnancy since we started officially dating.

“I don’t know,” I had admitted, blushing. I was still amazed that he liked me. “I’ll probably be a rubbish mum either way.”

His hand stopped stroking my hair and he frowned down at me, “Okay,” he sighed and pulled me up into a sitting position. I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “I know, as a maternity healer, I’m a bit biased, but I think that you need to stop regretting everything about this baby.”

I had opened my mouth to cut in, but he held his hand out, “I know you and the father made a mistake, but I also know that the only way you will be a rubbish mum is if you keep feeling bad about everything and allowing that to overshadow the joy of having a baby.”

“You sound like a newspaper ad for a new mother’s club or something,”
I groaned.

He smiled, “I’m not trying to annoy you or tell you what to do ‘Nique, but I think you are beating a dead hippogriff now. You need to get excited about this baby. Do you understand how wonderful pregnancy is?”

I laughed, “Oh, yes; throwing up and getting fat and having body parts I didn’t know I had randomly hurt is absolutely lovely.”

Hayes sighed and pulled me closer to him. I cuddled to his chest, “I just want you to be happy. I know you’re going to love this baby more than anything in the world very soon.” he told me and I half-believed him; hell, this kid had to love me, right? It wouldn’t hate me for having it… I hope… and who am I to reject the one person in the world who depends on me?

“I am happy, Hayes,”
I had told him. Though, it was very hard to be unhappy when the most perfect man in the world has his arms wrapped around you on his couch…

“Good,” he smiled. “Now, boy or girl?”

The memory distracted me throughout my shower and after I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, applied a bit of makeup, and dried my hair I walked back into the living room and grabbed a piece of parchment. Might as well reply; I guess seeing Teddy and Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry tonight wouldn’t be awful.

That and I was running out of food and wasn’t in the mood to go grocery shopping.

Dinner at Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny’s sounds great. We do need to talk.

I never said I was going to be overexcited about it.

After I sent the letter, it was time to leave for my appointment. I slipped my coat on and grabbed my purse before apparating to the hospital. I checked in at the front desk and sat down to wait to be called back. I smiled thinking that I would hopefully see Hayes again today.

It wasn’t too long before I was called back, “Here’s your room, Ms. Weasley, there’s someone already waiting for you.”

Before I could ask about this, Emmelyn came bounding out the door and wrapped me in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in forever!” she squealed. “I heard you’re dating that hot new healer that you ran into – Merlin, you’re lucky.”

“Hello, Emmelyn,” I laughed. As she tugged me into the room and sat me on the bed while she took the chair next to it. It was then that I noticed she wasn’t in her uniform, “Are you not working today?” I asked.

She shook her head, “I saw that your appointment was today and came in to keep you company since I figured Teddy wouldn’t.” She said his name like it was contaminated and I was again reminded why I liked her. “Plus I wanted to see you with hot-new-healer.”

I blushed, “Hey, dating my cousin, remember?” I pointed out.

“Yeah, well,” she waved her hand at me. “Just because I have eyes doesn’t mean I have to use my hands.”

I smiled and stared at my friend; her hair was down today and it cascaded over her shoulders in perfect curls. She had on jeans and a dark green shirt that made her eyes look particularly pretty even though she was wearing absolutely no make up, as evidenced by the way the light freckles that were sprayed across her nose were prominent. I have to admit that I was jealous. I was jealous that she would be this pretty in another five months when I was fat and bloated and breaking out. I sighed, “Thanks for being here.” I told her. And, honestly, I was very glad she was here. She was there with I got my first scan and now she was here for this one.

She took my hand, “What are best-friends-and-godmothers for?” she asks.

“Subtle,” I laugh.

“Thanks,” she grins.

Just then there is a knock on the door before it opens to reveal a tall, dark, and handsome man who just happens to be my boyfriend, “Miss Weasley, Miss Baggí,” he greets us. I give him a quizzical look. “If you don’t mind but we will be having two interns observing the scan today?” he asks as Richard Heaney, the greasy haired kid that had been partnered with me for maternity rounds not too long ago (affectionately known as ‘Dick’), and an excited-looking blonde boy whom I had never met before.

“Fancy seeing you here, Dick.” I couldn’t help myself; don’t judge me.

“Never would have guessed you’d be a patient here – eighteen and pregnant…” he trailed off making a ‘tsking’ noise. I heard Emmelyn muttering, “Let me hex that little bastard to next year, ‘Nique, say the fucking word…”

“Dick – I mean Healer Heaney, I think it would be best if you waited in the hallway,” Hayes says, narrowing his eyes at Dick.

Dick looks at him, then at me, with an evil look then turns on his heel and marches out of the room. I feel superior.

“Does that mean I have to leave, too?” asks the overzealous blonde boy.

“No, Healer Macmillan, you didn’t insult the patient,” Hayes looks irritated and Emmelyn smirks.

“Cool. Wocher, Emmelyn!” he grins lopsidedly. He looks young; younger than Emmelyn and I are, definitely.

“Healer Macmillan is part of our homeschooling intern program; he’s fifteen, though he’s about to take his N.E.W.T.’s.” Hayes explains.

Impressive. “Nice to meet you,” I nod at him.

“Call me Ernie – that was my dad’s name too, you know. I think he went to school with your uncle and –”

“That’s very nice, but I think we should get on with the scan,” Hayes cuts him off. Emmelyn snorts quietly and I figure that she is used to watching this kid interact with the older Healers. I suddenly feel left out.

“So, as they most likely did last time, I’m going to spread this jelly-like substance onto your stomach. It will harden in a few minutes then when I hook up the machine by the bed, I will be able to see the baby. There are virtually no risks involved with this procedure, so there is no need to worry.”

“Sounds great,” I smile and lay on my back. Hayes gets Ernie to hand him the gel and then begins to rub it onto my stomach. Slowly. And in a manner that, if he did this to another lady in front of her husband, he might get hexed.

In short, I was about to jump him.

He grinned evilly at me when he finished, “Now Healer Macmillan and I are going to go get the rest of the equipment while this hardens, we’ll be right back.”

“Fine,” I huff, angry that he has this much power over me. The gel was warm and it felt weird as it hardened; I wanted to touch it with my finger, but I figured that would be juvenile and inappropriate.

As soon as Hayes leaves Emmelyn lets out a low whistle, “Damn, it’d almost be worth getting knocked up just to have him touch me like that!”

I glare at her, “Don’t you be getting pregnant with my cousin, Em. First of all, ew and second of all, you don’t want a baby at eighteen.”

She laughs, “Fred is very fit and –”

“I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW!” I tell her loudly. Yes, it may be immature, but, as said before, ew.

“We used to always compare out hook ups and boyfriends,” Emmelyn pouts.

“That was before you started dating my cousin!”

“But you’re dating hot-new-healer!” she whines. “And Fred’s at Hogwarts, meaning I have to live vicariously through you throughout the long periods of abstinence I have to suffer through!”

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Fred and Emmelyn. Ew.

Actually, now that I think about it, maybe it’s the fact that I’ve grown up with both of them that I just can’t see them together. I mean, hell, I’ve seen both of them starkers before… that’s not something I want to even begin to picture together, thanks. Maybe I’ll ask Uncle Ron how he dealt with it; though it was really Uncle Harry that had the other two of his threesome pair off, Fred was more like my brother than my best friend. Though, apparently, Uncle Ron employed the use of threats and profanity when dealing with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny’s relationship at first.

But hey, threats and profanity come second nature to us Weasley kids. We call it talent.

“Hey, how about I tell you the story of how I have to eat dinner tonight with Uncle Harry, Aunt Ginny, and Teddy, instead.”

“That sounds like fun,” Emmelyn comments. Lovely girl…

“Yeah, we have to talk about the roll he’ll play in this baby’s life. Honestly, I don’t think Victiore will be okay with him even speaking to me, so I don’t know how he’s going to work this one out…” It gets quiet so I stare over my slightly enlarged boobs. I can barely make out the top of my stomach and the blue gel that is now completely hardened to form a makeshift cast of my pregnancy. “This feels so weird.”

Emmelyn smiles, “I bet. So, do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

I sigh; why does everyone ask this question? It’s not like I have any more knowledge than they do. I mean, maybe if I was puking blue or pink I’d know, but last time I checked it just looked like a bunch of undigested food.

Too much information? Maybe…

“I have no clue,” I tell her.



“Dominique,” she punches me in the arm.

“Hey, this isn’t a quidditch match, Em,” I snap. “I don’t have any more information than you do.”

“Sorry,” she snaps back. “I thought since you were the one carrying the thing…”

“That ‘thing’ happens to be my baby.”

We stare at each other angrily for a second before I shake my head, “Sorry. I’m so easily wound up these days.”

“I’m sexually frustrated,” Emmelyn admits.

“Lovely,” I laugh.

Hayes knocks on the door then enters, “Well, is it hard?” he asks. Emmelyn and I exchange looks and burst out laughing, along with Ernie. “I don’t know, Healer Landon, you’d have to tell me,” Emmelyn manages to say.

Hayes’ face turns red as he breaks into a grin, “I probably could have phrased that a little better, eh?”

“It’s okay, I understand,” Emmelyn laughs. “I mean Dominique is pretty hot.”

“I feel like I’m back in school again,” Hayes rolls his eyes.

“Growing up is optional,” Emmelyn remarks. “Keep that in mind, kid,” she adds to Ernie, who nods with fervor.

“Sorry about her, she was dropped on her head a lot as a baby,” I explain to Hayes as he hooks up the machines to my gel-covered belly.

“Never would have guessed,” he smirks at her. “Back to my profession, however, here is your baby.” He taps the screen once with his wand and a bunch of spots of black and white show up.

Actually, if I tilt my head a little to the right I can kind of see the baby. The baby’s heartbeat sounds over the monitor at a steady pace and I relax, “Well? Is it healthy?” I ask.

“There’s the baby’s head, and there are the feet,” he points them out with a goofy grin on his face that is adorable. “And the heartbeat looks perfect,” he continues looking at a printed out sheet of paper. “Yes, everything looks in order!” he pronounces. Emmelyn takes my hand and squeezes it. I feel myself grinning like mad. My baby is healthy!

“Soo…” Emmelyn adds. “Boy or girl?”

“Do you want me to tell you?” Hayes asks.

“If you don’t you’ll just hold it over my head for the next five months,” I grin.

“Too true,” he nods. “Healer Macmillan, can you tell if this baby is a boy or a girl?” Hayes steps aside and Ernie comes forward to study my baby. “I think so…”

“Come whisper your observation to me,” Hayes says.

“Really?” Emmelyn drawls impatiently.

Ernie walks over and whispers something to Hayes, who smiles and nods. “Well?” I ask. I’m nervous; I feel my palms sweating.

“You or me?” Hayes asks Ernie.

“Congratulations, Miss Weasley, in five months you will be the mother of a beautiful baby girl.”

Emmelyn and I both squeal, “A girl!” she grins. “Oh, she’s going to be so pretty, Dominique.”

She keeps talking to me, but I’ve stopped paying attention. Nothing else mattered right now. A baby girl. My baby girl. My baby was no longer and ‘it’ but a ‘she.’ I closed my eyes and tried to picture her. No image I could come up with was perfect enough. My heart swelled with love for this little girl I was carrying but hadn’t met yet. She was mine.

I had the picture of my scan in my hand as I ran up to Aunt Ginny’s door and pressed the doorbell twice before letting myself in, “Aunt Ginny! Aunt Ginny!” I called.

“Dominique? Is that you?”

“Yes! Come here!” I cried, “Hurry!”

I see her running down the stairs with a worried look on her face, “Are you okay, dear? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes. Everything’s fine, look!” I shoved the picture at her. “Careful with it!” I tell her. “Look, look at my baby girl; isn’t she beautiful? That’s her head, right there.” I point to it and then look up to see Aunt Ginny smiling widely.

“She’s gorgeous, ‘Nique, absolutely gorgeous,” she tells me.

“I know you can’t really see her on this, not yet, but next month Hayes says she’ll be even clearer,” I gush. “And still, you can tell she’s gorgeous, can’t you Aunt Ginny?”

“Oh yes,” she smiles.

“Is everything okay?” Uncle Harry looks over the balcony.

“Dominique has a picture of her second scan – of her baby girl,” Aunt Ginny tells him and I beam up at him proudly.

“Oh, that’s… wonderful,” Uncle Harry says not so enthusiastically.

What a buzzkill.

“Harry,” Aunt Ginny gives him a look. “Why don’t you come and see how beautiful she is?”

Uncle Harry looks at his wife then heads down the stairs. He walks over and Aunt Ginny points out the head to him – he actually smiles, “Wow.” He looks up at me. “You’re going to have to lock her up if you don’t want her getting preg –” Aunt Ginny not-so-subtly elbows him in the ribcage. Hard. “I mean she’s beautiful and I’ve been spending too much time with my dear brother-in-law Ron,” Uncle Harry excuses himself into the kitchen.

“Ignore him,” Aunt Ginny tells me.

I smile at her, but my excitement has faded with Uncle Harry’s wonderful reality check. Once again, I’m a pregnant teenager that probably shouldn’t be so happy about showing off her illegitimate child.

Even if said child happens to be a beautiful girl.

Oh, fuck it. I’ll show off my baby if I want to.

Speaking of showing off my baby, where is her so-called father? “Is Teddy not back yet?” I ask, looking at the clock. It’s nearly five and my stomach was growling. I hadn’t eaten since right after my appointment.

“No, but I’m sure he’ll be back soon. I told him that dinner started at five,” Aunt Ginny sighs.

“Do you need any help with dinner?” I ask her as I follow her into the kitchen and see that Uncle Harry had exited to the backyard.

“Not really, I just made Sheppard’s Pie, it’s practically finished,” she tells me. “But I do have a bone to pick with you, young lady.” She turns on me, but she’s smiling so I figure it’s not really that bad. “Lily wrote to me and told me she hasn’t heard from you at all since starting school. She seemed a bit down about it, actually. How come you’re forgetting about my beautiful daughter?” she asks, grinning.

“Oh my God,” I cover my face. “I cannot believe I haven’t written her yet! And I have to ask her about –” I shut up. Shit.

Aunt Ginny raises her eyebrows at me.

“I can’t tell you.”

She laughs, “Does this have anything to do with Renton who kissed her right before school started?”

“How did you –”

“I grew up with your Uncles Fred and George,” she tells me. “Hardly anything gets by me.”

Honestly, I believe her.

“I’ll write to her as soon as I get home. Maybe I’ll tell her about… you know,” I tell Aunt Ginny.

“I’m sure she’d love to be trusted with a secret like that,” Aunt Ginny nods. “When do you plan on telling the rest of the family?” she crosses the kitchen to check the pie.

I groan, “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll make Teddy do it.”

“Make Teddy do what?” Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear.

“How was your lunch?” Aunt Ginny asks, though I can tell she’s just being polite. I grin inwardly knowing that she’s forgiven me completely but not Teddy.

“It went pretty well,” he grins at her. “I think we’ll be able to work things out. I might be moving back in soon.” He looks at me with his big brown eyes and I give him a tight smile.

What, did he want me to dance the Hippogriff Slide for him? Fat. Chance.

“Hey, Dominique.”


“I saw Harry outside, he said you had a picture of the scan,” he tells me. Aw, he’s trying to act all concerned and interested… excuse me while I barf.

“I do.”

“And you know the gender?”


We stare at each other in silence for a few moments, “Well, are you going to tell me?” he asks.

“I’m going to go get Harry for dinner, I’ll be right back,” Aunt Ginny breaks in.

“It’s a girl. I’m having a girl,” I tell him.

“Can I see her?”

“Sure,” I hand him the scan, trying to act indifferent. “That’s the head.” I add against my will. “She’s so beautiful.” I smile.

He looks at it for a minute without making any type of face, “You can’t really tell yet…”

I scowl and snatch the picture back, “Yes you can; my baby girl is beautiful.” I tell him.

“She’s m-”

“Okay, dinner time! Teddy, will you help me with the pie?” Aunt Ginny walks in practically dragging Uncle Harry.

Uncle Harry and I walk into the dining room together in silence. It’s a bit awkward, to say the least. I sigh, “Are you angry with me, Uncle Harry?” I ask him.

He looks down at me as we enter the room and his face softens at my worried expression, “No, I’m not angry, ‘Nique,” he says as he puts an arm around my shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him. I’ve always loved Uncle Harry, and I hate to see him mad or disappointed or whatever he was with me. He and I had always gotten along well; not only because Aunt Ginny was my godmother so I spent a lot of time with them, but also because he is a fairly easy going person.

Uncle Harry was one of those people who hated to be in arguments with family members and tried to smooth things over (I think he developed that skill further by raising James and Al). Uncle Harry was always fun to be around and, though he is easily the most famous person in the wizarding world, he hates being acknowledged for it or called a hero. He’s always trying to get other people to take credit for things and hates the spotlight. Maybe that’s why, as a kid, I liked being around him - because he let me take the spotlight, which was something that living with Victiore, and as a middle child, didn’t happen very often.

If only my younger self could see me now. I was front and center.

“I know you are,” he tells me, looking down on me with his huge green eyes. “And I know Teddy is, too.” He sighs. “I’m glad that you are actually excited about this baby –seeing the scan and whatnot – but it freaks me out to realize that my little niece and godson are going to be parents.”

I nod, “It freaks me out, too.”

Uncle Harry chuckles and kisses me on the top of the head, “Just know that we’re here for you. I may not be as … outwardly supportive as Ginny is, but I love you just as much and I’d do anything for you.”

My eyes are watering; I’m pretty sure that is one of the most sentimental things I have ever heard Uncle Harry say. I wrap him in a spontaneous hug, “Thanks.”

Just as we break apart and sit down, Teddy walks in with the pie and Aunt Ginny with pumpkin juice. “Smells delicious, Gin,” Uncle Harry grins.

“It is,” Aunt Ginny grins and gives him a peck on the cheek as she sits down.

Everyone helps themselves to the food and it’s fairly quiet for a while as we all enjoy Aunt Ginny’s wonderful cooking. Maman was good at cooking at all, but I think that there is a Weasley Women gene that gets passed on from mother to daughter that prevents anything they cook from being anything other than fucking fantastic.

“So, how’s working at the shop going?” Aunt Ginny asks me.

I swallow and smile, “It’s good. Uncle George hovers though.” I roll my eyes.

“Well, that’s to be expected,” she grins.

“Is he working on any new products?” Teddy asks, his eyes lighting up like a little boy’s.

“I don’t know,” I answer shortly. “I’m not allowed back in the testing room; the chemicals and explosions would be bad for my baby.” I toss my hair, irritated for no reason. The conversation continues without me as Harry begins speculation on a new product Uncle George was working on a few weeks ago.

The food is devoured rather quickly, given that Teddy, Uncle Harry, and I all had multiple servings. After everyone is finished, I help Aunt Ginny clean up as Harry and Teddy go off talking about a new Ministry protocol.

“I see you aren’t retracting the claws quite yet,” she comments off-handedly as I wave my hand and watch the dishes zoom into the cabinet.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, though I already know.

“You and Teddy. If you snapped at him any more, I’d have to call for back up.”

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I shrugged. “Maybe it’s just the hormones,” I muttered as I finished my job.

“Maybe,” Aunt Ginny allowed, smiling in a knowing way.

“Well, I’m going to get going,” I decide, throwing the towel I was wringing in my hands on the counter. “I’m exhausted and I have to work tomorrow.”

She sighs but takes a step and engulfs me in a hug. I tell myself that under no circumstances am I allowed to tear up. “Come back soon, okay?” she whispers as she pulls away.

“You’ll come looking for me if I don’t, won’t you?” I grin.

“Of course,” she turns and leads me into the living room. “And I’ll bring food.”

“Oh, then I won’t be able to turn you down.”


“Harry, Dominique is leaving,” Ginny informs her husband. Harry stands up and gives me a hug, “Come back soon, okay?”

“Aunt Ginny said she’d beat me if I didn’t,” I tell him.

“Ah, I knew I loved her for a reason,” he grins and releases me to go stand by his wife. “Teddy just went to the loo –” he points over his shoulder.

“That’s fine, tell him I say bye,” I say hurriedly and apparate home before they can protest.

When I could breathe again, I smiled to myself proud that I had escaped that whole dinner without having to have a discussion with Teddy. I was on my way to get a few cookies out of the pantry to celebrate my success when I hear someone walking through my fireplace.

“Oi, who is it?” I begin, turning to face the intruder.

“Did you think that you were just going to leave without talking over this baby thing with me?” Teddy asks somewhat angrily.

I feel my whole body tense in anger and I practically growl, “Yes, actually, I did.”

“Well you thought wrong; the whole reason you came to dinner was so we could talk about –”

“No,” I cut him off. “I came to see Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry.”

“Dominique,” Teddy sighed in frustration, running a hand through his blue hair. I took a deep breath to calm myself. It didn’t help. “We have to talk about this.”

“What do you want me to say? Huh?” I start on him, marching over to where he stands on the other side of the couch. “That it’s just dandy that you and Victiore are fine even though she hates my guts? That I think she’s going to be very accepting when her niece-and-stepdaughter comes over to visit on the weekends? That explaining to my daughter that –”

“I think that you are forgetting that she's my daughter, too, Dominique,” Teddy interjected sternly.

“Oh, really? Were you there today when I got my scan? No. Were you there when I passed out in the hospital? No. You know who was? Emmelyn was. Hayes was. They’re more this baby’s parents than you are, even if it wasn’t their sperm that knocked me up.”

Teddy looked at me, “Who the fuck is Hayes?”

A chill ran through my body, “My boyfriend,” I managed to say calmly.

“You have a boyfriend!?” Teddy yelled.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I yelled right back.

“That you’re carrying my kid and you’re fucking some other dude on the side that’s what that –”

“YOU’RE DATING MY SISTER!” I screamed, rounding the couch and poking him in the chest. “And I don’t give a flying fuck what you do; I don’t want to be with you, I want to be with Hayes. I want you out of my life, out of this baby’s life. You may be a good father someday, but not to this baby, Teddy. You don’t love me like that,” poke “I don’t love you like that –” he grabbed my hands before I could deliver another stab to his chest. “Let me –”

crack! “Dominique?” I spun around so fast that I fell backwards and Teddy had to catch me to keep me from hitting the floor. “Hayes?”

And there stood my boyfriend, the nicest (and hottest) guy in the world, looking at me in the arms of Teddy Lupin, father of my child, with a look of disbelief, confusion, and maybe a hint of anger.

Great. This is just what I needed.


A/N: SO IT'S A GIRL! Awwww. And maybe Hayes isn't going to be the perfect man everyone thinks he is? Hmmm? And what about Teddy? Haha, all good questions that will be answered in due time.
Anyway, with this post, I want to wish you all a Happy Christmas (and/or Hanukkah)! Yay! I hope that you all have safe and happy and fun holiday seasons.
Please review! I'll count it as my Christmas present! Haha, thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed. I hope you continue to do so!
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