Chapter 6 : Cupcakes = Happiness
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Chapter 6. Cupcakes = Happiness
What the sodding hell?!
I groggily sat up in my bed, pressing one hand to my stomach.
Something wasn't right.
Something was... Different. Very different.
A flutter, or tickle, in my belly had woken me up. Which was surprising, because now that I thought about it, it wasn't very noticeable.
I turned to yell at Clover to get over to me, but found her bed to be empty. With a frown I swung my feet onto the cold floor.
I was actually feeling pretty good today, and twirled about myself, watching how the large t-shirt I usually slept in blew up around my thighs.
And I whistled!
Yes, Adella Malfoy-Granger was whistling, and cheerfully at that. And the uncharacteristic situation made me giggle.
For a few moments I just swayed around the dark dormitory, both hands on my belly, imagining how it felt for the little being in there as I swung my hips from side to side.
It was then that I felt it again. The subtle fluttering feeling. As if someone in there was dancing along with me. I found myself grinning at the thought.
I danced and skipped my way into the shower, and didn't even let the two minutes of puking destroy my good mood. With light steps I went on my merry way down to the great hall, planning to stuff my face with cupcakes.
Gaaah, cupcakes..., I thought, almost drooling.
"Morning!" I grinned as I sat down next to Clover.
"Adella?" She eyed me suspiciously. "You okay?"
"Of course," I began filling my plate with cupcakes. Especially the pink ones. Yum! "It's just so weird."
"That I'm this deliriously happy before 9 am," I said after taking a massive bite of a yellow cupcake with a smiley-face on top. How hippie. "It's never happened to me before."
Clover looked at me in wonderment. Probably thinking how the hell I'd managed to eat an entire cupcake in just two bites.
Like a baws!
Oh, no... I wasn't one of those, were I?
"What exactly are you on about?"
"I felt the baby move for the first time this morning," I explained to Clover, in such a sticky, sweet, honey dipped tone that I even nauseated myself a bit.
"Really? Blimey." She stared at my stomach as if she would suddenly see a foot sticking out of my belly button. "Did it hurt?"
"No, not at all. It was more... like butterflies poking me." Clover furrowed her brows, and I sighed. "I don't know how to describe it."
There was a long moment where we sat in a comfortable silence, eating our Saturday-morning breakfast.
Ah, how I love the weekend!
"Have you talked to Brayder yet?"
My precious it's-the-weekend moment was ruined. Thanks, Clo.
"No," I mumbled as the memories of the previous day rushed over me. "I haven't seen him since yesterday."
I hadn't really tried too hard to find him either, though... Did that define me as a bad girlfriend? Probably. Did I care right now? Not very much.
"Well, Chase told me that Bray and Deuce went to the Forbidden Forest last night to, ehm, smoke," she had lowered her voice as she said this. "Again."
I groaned and actually put down the bubblegum-pink cupcake I was about to devour.
"I hate it when he does that," I muttered. The same old feeling I always had when my boyfriend ran off into the forest was already creeping into my system. "He always comes back so drugged and..." Why, oh why, did my hormones absolutely have to make my life miserable? I now found myself choking up, tears forming in my brown eyes.
"I'm sorry," I said, blinking rapidly to rid my eyes from those wretched tears. "I'm just so emotional lately."
"It's all right," Clover said softly, putting her tiny hand on top of mine. "And I know what you mean about the smoking - they change when they do it. You know, I tried it once, and-"
"You did?" I gasped. "I never dared. Mum would murder me if she ever found out..." Just like she will when she finds out I'm pregnant... "How was it?"
"I don't think I've ever laughed so much in my life," she chuckled, but had a serious look in her eyes, so I didn't join in. "But that's not the point. The point is that when we were all high as kites, Deuce and Bray started taking... You know, other things." Her hazel eyes dug into mine, trying to convey a serious message. "Heavier things."
I was afraid of that. I already had a sneaking suspicion, but I had hoped I was wrong.
"What was it?"
"I don't really know," she whispered, leaning in closer to me. I could smell her strawberry and vanilla conditioner as her hair moved. "Some Muggle-stuff Bray had gotten a hold of."
"I should have known..." I groaned, burying my face in my hands to hide those highly annoying drops of saltwater that were leaking from my eyes. "And I bet that me being pregnant won't exactly make him cut back."
Clover didn't have any response to this, so she instead put her hand on my shoulder and rubbed it soothingly.
"Probably a stupid question..." she mused after a few quiet moments. "But Bray is the father, right?"
I actually laughed.
"Yes, he is," I managed to say between muffled chuckles. "I've never... You know, been with anyone other than him."
"Yeah, I knew that, I just felt like I should ask," she paused. "You can never know, right? Seeing as I'm not really the first one you go to when things happen in your life. Chase is your numero uno now."
"You're such a drama queen," I sighed and rolled my eyes. "This isn't Defcon 5, you know."
She looked at me confused. "...No. I really don't."
"Nevermind," I told her as she cocked her head to the side with squinted eyes. "It's a Muggle-thing."
While sighing for the millionth time in the last hour. I wanted to change my position on the bed, but didn't dare because of how my bed squealed when I did so. My hand was carefully protecting my stomach, even though I knew I didn't really need to.
It struck me as fantastically strange that once I'd decided to stay pregnant, I found myself... Dare I say it? ... Happy about the whole ordeal.
Crazy as hell, but a good crazy.
And a little bit terrified. Or a big bit.
Now that I knew there were something in my belly I could actually feel how the lower part of it seemed sort of bloated. A very itty-bitty bit bigger, and I noticed it when I now held my hand there.
I tried shifting my position on the bed, but the wood squealed as if I was somehow torturing it in the most horrid way, so I froze. What really irked me, though, was how freakishly quiet the rest of the dormitory was. Not in comparison, no, just really, really, downright quiet. Granted, the wind was howling, the rain whipping furiously against the windows, but the room itself was still so.... Well, still. As if there were nobody in here at all, just me and the bed I was apparently murdering. That same silence making the frightened squeals from the wood more evident than I cared for, thus causing me to lay unmoving to avoid from creating more noise.
Yes. This was comfortable, I thought with an inward growl, and even that sounded like thunder. Or maybe it really was thunder from the storm outside?
Nevertheless! My very heartbeat seemed to be nothing other than some sort of tribal, african drumming. Boom, boom! Ba-boom, boom! Boom, boom!
It was sort of catchy.
I surpressed a yawn, afraid that it might shake the very grounds with its loudness. There was barely enough courage in me to slowly turn my head in order to check the alarm clock stationed on my bedside table.
Alright, If I fall asleep now, I get five hours of sleep, I reasoned with myself, resisting the urge to flip my uncomfortably hot blanket to the cool side so I could fall asleep quicker.
Perfect. Now my arm was falling asleep instead of me. It prickled up and down intensely before I lost all feeling whatsoever.
I remember once, when I was about five, I'd ran into my parents' bedroom in the night, bawling my eyes out, screaming at the top of my lungs, "Mummy! Daddy! I lost my arm!"
Of course, dad's reaction was hysterical laughter, and this I remember quite clearly because it made me realise that it wasn't dangerous. I bet mum could have spent hours trying to explain what happens when you lose feeling in one some part of your body, about blood flows being blocked, and whatnot, the usual bla, bla, bla. All that rambling was completely unnecessary just because of my father's laughter. He was a very over-protective father, and I knew he always looked out for me, so if he laughed, it meant it wasn't scary, and if he wasn't scared, why should I be?
In conclusion, I figured out, without any explanation, that when your arm falls asleep, it's nothing to worry about. So I had joined in on my dad's chuckles, let out a reassured sigh and stumbled back to my room.
And by the time I was back in my bed, I'd found my arm again.
I smiled at the memories, and was glad that smiling didn't make anything squeal or otherwise interrupt any silence.
My own childhood had made me think about the fact that I was soon going to be the one having to explain these things to my own child.
I threw the blanket off my body while sighing heavily.
My eyes shot open. Clover's growls could have woken up the whole dormitory, but luckily Maria and Katja were exceptionally heavy sleepers, and Ayla used to play her iPod so loud she couldn't hear anything anyway.
"Sorry..." I muttered back, choking another sigh.
Breathing in, and breathing out.
The skin on my stomach was warm, and I circled my finger around my belly button absentmindedly, and bit my lip in thought.
"Clo, you awake?" I whispered.
"Well, I asked you, so, uh, yeah," I rolled my eyes, and I knew she 'heard' it. "But what I wanted to say was-"
"What was that?" Clover whispered at me.
"I think someo-"
"Can't a girl finish a sentence around here!" I hissed before I placed my feet on the floor and stumbled my way through the darkness. The door squealed when I opened it, and I squinted my eyes against the light on the other side.
It was Brayder. He was leaning heavily against the doorframe, his eyes glazed, a faint grimace tainting his masculine features.
"Bray," I muttered hoarsely, stepped out through the door and then closed it behind me. "What's going on?"
He stumbled backwards, and his back crashed against a painting on the opposite wall.
"I beg your pardon!" The sleepy bald wizard in the portrait huffed, and left his frame while muttering complaints, and rushed away in order to tattle to some other painted person.
"I had to talk to you," Bray slurred, and I noticed how much his pupils were dilated as I took a step closer to him. "You see, I felt this, I don't know, a rush of love, and-"
"Really?" I breathed hopefully.
"Or it may have been gas, I'm not really sure."
"Very romantic." My eyes fell to the floor. My feet were bare. It was causing my toes to freeze so I wiggled them to life.
"Anyways, I came here to tell you that..." He trailed off, closing his eyes and almost fell to his side. My arms shot out to catch him, but he regained his balance and then began staring at me.
I squinted my eyes at the drugged man in front of me, and cocked my head to the side in clear confusion.
"With this whole baby-thing," he explained and took a second to draw a deep breath. "I'm in."
"You're... You're in," I repeated, not really believing what I'd heard. Brayder just nodded. "Really? I thought that-"
"Just don't expect me to like it," he interrupted, pointing his index finger at something I'm guessing was supposed to be me. He was most likely seeing double. "At least not for a while. I'm still, you know, shocked. And I still think it sucks." He dug his hazy eyes into mine. "Big time."
He stared at me for a while. Maybe his sight was worse than I thought, and he was just reassuring himself that it was really me he was talking to, and not an umbrella stand.
Yes. That had happened before.
His vibrating stare dropped to my belly-region, and stayed there for several uncomfortable minutes.
Shit. He was going to take everything back. He wasn't 'in'. How could he be? I mean, this was Brayder McGillian, not Prince Charming. And I knew that painfully well after-
"Night," he said abruptly without another look at me, and then turned around and dragged his feet toward to his own dormitory.
"Good night," I whispered after I heard the door close, and sighed one last time.
My whole body was throbbing in pain as I sat down behind that desk in Martinez's class on Monday morning. The groans I was letting out between wheezy in- and exhales sounded like an elephant on his deathbed, but I didn't give a flying fart in space. I was uncomfortable, and this was all that mattered as of now.
Yesterday had been the very definition of awkward. Actually, it felt beyond awkward, but I don't know a word for that.
"I heard you're pregnant."
What fresh hell was this?
My aching head slowly turned to face the person whose words were sheer torture. But he couldn't have said what I think he said, right? I mean, I had specifically told every one of my friends(consisting of Clover, Deuce Chase and of course, Bray) to keep very quiet about my situation.
"Excuse me?" I asked in a deadly tone.
Tristan didn't seem bothered about my stink-eye, but simply sat there right next to me as usual, boldly meeting my gaze.
"I heard you're pregnant."
Well... There was really no point in lying. Sooner or later my stomach would be enough of an answer anyways, so I could just as well admit it now.
"And you're keeping it," he stated matter of factly.
"Cool," Tristan said with an impressed grin. "Congratulations."
"Oh." It was all I could say. I opened and closed my mouth several times before remembering the right words. "Thank you."
He was the first to congratulate me.
Something warm and fuzzy took place in my chest as I grinned back at him. There was no judgement in his eyes, no disappointment or even shock. He just looked... Happy for me.
"Do you know what it is yet?"
"Ehm, no. Not yet."
Was it early enough to know the gender? I mean, I had no idea about any of this! Bugger, I should probably go back to Madam Pomfrey and inform her about my decision...
Nah. Not today.
"What do you want it to be?"
"I haven't really thought about it," I answered truthfully, and after this we fell into a silent couple of minutes.
It felt so good to not have to endure more multi-awkward moments with Bray, and I relished in the little break I was having from being close to him. I actually felt like I should thank Professor Martinez for ordering us to sit with other people.
And speaking of the devil...
This class, as well as the previous four, were all about talking with our partner. Today's topic was childhood.
Safe to say, it was more boring than Quidditch, and that's saying something. The only reason I force myself to stay awake during a game is because Bray's out there playing and I feel like I should be there to support him. But if Slytherin wasn't playing there was no chance in dungbeetle hell that you'd find me in the stands cheering, or booing, or showing any signs of interest whatsoever. Brayder saw this as team spirit, and I've just never had the heart to correct him.
All I learned about Tristan this time was that he and his father goes to Disneyland in Paris every spring. Not sure what to do with this piece of information, though.
Class was over and people were leaving the room.
I had still not gotten up from my seat. My head was spinning because of low blood sugar, and I cursed myself for not eating more breakfast this morning.
I could totally go for a popcorn infused turkey-sandwich right about now. And pumpkin juice with extra pumpkin. And more cupcakes.
Bray, Deuce, Chase and Clover had already walked out of the classroom, and was probably stuffing their mouthes full of nom-noms... This was enough motivation for me to get to my feet and start marching toward the great hall.
But that's when it happened.
Now, I need to clarify that I am very used to some staring, expressions of awe, and starstruck peole and stuff like that. But as I walked down a moving staircase to get down a floor, I caught several students pointing and snickering. Some people even glared at me with disgusted looks on their faces.
It hit me.
Somebody had told everyone about me!
Clover? No, she would never.
It sure as hell wasn't Bray. If it were up to him, he'd probably never even assosciate himself with this.
And Chase had already kept it a secret for several we-
With anger fuelling my sore muscles, I broke into a run and didn't stop until I had reached the end of the Slytherin table at the great hall. Once I was only I few feet away from the good looking lad, I strut up to him and hit him on the head. Hard, I might add. I might've inflicted myself more pain than him.
"Deuce, eat shit and die," I told him plainly in a cold tone.
"Well, good day to you too." He rubbed his head, and it pleased me to see that I had hurt more than just my own hand.
"How come everybody knows about me being pregnant, huh?" I hissed, putting my hands on my hips.
"Nobody said anything to me about it being a secret!" Deuce exclaimed indignantly, and this made me taste blood.
"I specifically told you not to tell anybody!"
"Yes, but I told 'everybody', which is a totally different matter," he reasoned, smirking devilishly.
I stood in front of him, tense jaw and curled fists, for several seconds.
"... I stand by my previous statement," I hissed between clenched teeth.
Chase lifted his head from the spaghetti on his plate.
"'Eat shit and die'?"
"That's the one." With an affirming nod at Chase, I turned my heel and stormed off. It wasn't until a bit later that I found myself cursing my hot temper for allowing my stomach to skip lunch...
Whomever said pregnancy is a wonderful time was full of shit.
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