James' lips were on mine and I didn't know what to do. I was so tempted to respond, I was just about to as well.
But then, I came to my senses. I took a step away from him and slapped him on the arm.
His face registered shock, not pain.
Damn.
He opened his mouth to say something but I interrupted him, "What are we doing, James?!" My voice was unnaturally high at the moment.
He frowned, "What do you mean?"
I threw my hands up in the air and repeated the question, "What are we doing?!"
He ruffled his hair, and for once I didn't want to melt. "What I mean James, is what is happening? You can't just kiss me whenever you want! Am I just some toy to you?" I ran a hand through my own hair.
James shook his head, "No! No! That's not it, it's just-" He broke off and fisted some of his hair.
"What James? It's just what?"
He let go of his hair, "I don't know Reese! I mean, I just found out that you're carrying my kid. I'm confused as hell! I have no bloody idea what's happening, but I do know one thing-"
"What James? What do you know?" I was so bloody frustrated by this point.
He took a deep breath, "I know that, no matter what, I'm going to be standing right next to you through all of this, no matter what. I know that I'm not letting you get away and I know that I want to be with you for as long as I possibly can."
Whoosh.
That's my breath being knocked out of me.
He smirked at my expression and I suddenly felt all the tension leave the room. Actually it didn't leave, it bolted out the room running for its- er... life?
When James smirked, I knew everything was going to be okay. He had the mischievous twinkle back in his eyes and was looking at me in amusement.
I ran up to him and kissed him. It was one of those crazy passionate kisses you see in old muggle movies where the girl surprises the guy at the airport. It was one of those kisses you remember your whole life.
I crushed myself towards him and opened my mouth slightly from underneath him. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him. When our tongues nudged each other, I felt electricity running through my body and I unconsciously shuddered.
James arms tightened around me as I pulled my face away from his. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and he carried me off to the bedroom.
I'm not a whore am I?
-
It's been two weeks since James found out I was pregnant. It has also been two weeks since I've become James Potter's girlfriend.
YAY! Finally right? I mean we have had all this sexual tension between us, it was bound to happen.
I'm actually really surprised in James; he's been really good with dealing with this already. I swear the day after I told him, he was back to normal. He still looks guilty when I throw up in the mornings (and lunch, afternoons, nights) but other than that he's been really cool about it.
I mean, yeah James is a lot quieter than usual but that was to be expected. I'm trying to be understanding and all that because I remember when I first found out. I hardly talked to anyone, I just cried.
Oh, and all the Weasleys know now. Rose told her parents and all the parents knew first. But then Louis heard and 'mysteriously' the information spread to the rest of the family. When Mrs Weasley heard she came over with Mr Weasley with a huge cake. So that was yummy. She was actually really good with it. I thought, erm being an older woman, she'd be disapproving but she's actually excited that she gets a great-granbaby (her words not mine). She was the first to react positively about it though so I'm not complaining.
When Louis and Fred found out they both apparated directly into the apartment and screamed it at the top of their lungs. They were so shocked but after I nearly punched the both of them, they calmed down.
Everyone else was shocked but they didn't apparate screaming into the apartment. Instead, we got a lot of food. For some reason, if something happens in the Weasley family, they all send tons of food.
Although Hagrid sent rock cakes and neither James nor I have touched them. Oh yeah, Hagrid knows as well. He's really close with the Potters so it's not surprising he found out. I mean, being James' godfather, he was going to find out one way or another.
Although today we're going to the Burrow for lunch. It's the first time I'll see every single Weasley since they found out I'm pregnant with James' kid.
Me, nervous?
Pfft... What gave you that idea?
Okay maybe I am a bit nervous.
When we arrived (me by flooing, James apparating) the Delacour-Weasleys and Johnson-Weasleys have already arrived. I was wearing denim shorts that are just a little tighter than they were last summer. I had a loose fitting top on, to hide the small swell of my stomach. It wasn't obvious but I could just tell it's there. I could see that Fleur was already staring at my stomach. Fleur has always been the most er... harsh out of the sister-in-laws.
It was no wonder why Louis is insane.
Angelina greeted me warmly and George winked at me. Although I'd never say it out loud, they're probably my favourites out of the aunts and uncles. They both had a mischievous streak, George more so than Angelina, and were both so caring. I grinned back at them and started to feel back to normal. Nothing's different. Nothing's different. Nothing's different. I felt as if I keep repeating that it will come true.
Mrs Weasley came bustling out of the kitchen when we arrived and gave us her famous hugs. She was so sweet and she's always treated me as if I'm one of the grandkids, I absolutely adore her. Although she has this weird obsession with feeding everyone until they explode. She pats me on the cheek and said, "You looking a bit peaky sweetheart, but don't worry, lunch will be ready in a mo."
I grinned at her and tolf her, "Don't worry Mrs Weasley, I'm fine. Do you want me to help you prepare?"
She immediately shook her head and told me to sit down. Another thing with Molly Weasley, you offer assistance in any way and she'll always turn it down. I think she likes that way so she can feed all of us. Even though usually all the aunts help out, she was the big boss around here.
When Mr Weasley came out from his shed, I gave him a hug. "Ah, hello Reese, you probably won't want to hug me dear, I smell of-"
Mrs Weasley glared at her husband and said threateningly, "Smell of what Arthur?"
He replied a little too quickly with his ears red, "Erm, nothing Molly- I smell of- of chickens that's what." I sniffed cautiously, but I only smelt petrol. That meant he'd been experimenting with muggle stuff. But I wouldn't rat him out to Mrs Weasley. She was terrifying at the best of times.
She narrowed her eyes and says, "I hope you haven't been tinkering around with all that muggle stuff Arthur." He shook his head and denied it so she returned to the kitchen.
Roxy was sitting on the couch with Louis and James so I went and joined them. I sat next to James and Louis wagged his eyebrows up and down.
I cocked one eyebrow up questioningly, "What?"
He grinned cheekily at me and said, "So, you're gonna get fat."
Roxy's mouth dropped open and James snorted. "Thanks Louis, I had no idea about that. I completely forgot!" I said in mock sarcasm.
Roxy punched her dim-witted cousin and he yowled in pain. "You fucktard, Lou. You don't say that to someone!"
James chirped up and said, "Yeah you just think it." This was my cue to slap him. "Ow! What?!"
I rolled my eyes. "You're not meant to even think that! You're meant to tell me how I'm amazing and beautiful and all that crap."
He nodded and said, "You're amazing and beautiful Reese," I grinned at him and he continued, "But you're going to get fat."
Roxy punched him at the same time I slapped him. Fred then decided to apparate in the middle of our conversation and scare the wrackspurts out of everyone.
"SUP GUYS!"
"Fred you fucking moron! You nearly squashed me you fat lump!"
Don't be too jealous between the sibling love between Roxy and Fred, people.
Fred shrugged and sat down next to me. He flung an arm around me and ruffled my already crazy hair.
"Hey soon-to-be fatty." I elbowed him in the ribs. Did they have some sort of a meeting where they talked about how I was going to get fat or something?
And soon-to-be fatty? That's the lamest insult I've ever heard.
Although, I was sort of glad that they were taking the piss out of the situation. It really took the tension away. Everyone got over the news surprisingly fast. At first they were so shocked but now, I guess its old news.
The Weasleys have always been a bit crazy.
-
Oh my nargles. Now my shorts are really tight. Mrs Weasley makes the best food in the whole wide world. Although she doesn't know when to stop sometimes. After we all had thirds, she made us dessert. Poor Teddy had about four helpings of everything because as soon as he would finish, Mrs Weasley would pile even more food on top of his plate and he was too nice to say no.
Thank Merlin I wore a loose fitting top today. I couldn't believe how much I ate. Neither could Rose actually. I mean, if you're a Weasley, you have some divine force that enables you to eat non-stop. Yes, I've always been a big eater, but next to the Weasleys, it looks like I eat like a bird. But today... I ate nearly double the amount of what Rose ate, which is a very huge deal because being Ron Weasley's offspring, you're going to have a huge appetite. Dom also usually eats a whole lot because of her werewolf tendencies. Actually so does Louis. Victoire eats a lot, but not as much as the other two. James and Al though, win the award for who can eat the most. They don't stop eating! It was like a bottomless pit for the both of them! They both shovel food into their mouths and swallow it whole. Fred and Hugo usually come to a close second.
But today, I think I overtook them all.
I blamed the pregnancy.
-
When James and I got back to the apartment, the first thing I did was rush to the bathroom.
I hate being pregnant.
James ambled in and held my hair for me as usual. He patted my back and started tying my hair up.
Luckily he could handle it. Although one time he fell asleep. Just because it was at three in the morning!
Okay maybe he had a justified reason.
But still!
When I rinsed my mouth out I flopped down on the couch, exhausted. James sat down next to me and I rested my head on his lap. He started twirling some of my hair around his index finger. We sat there in silence.
Then, Lionel came up to us and started rubbing himself against the couch. I picked him up and gave him a bit of a cuddle.
James asked, "Don't you ever get annoyed with that cat?"
"No! Lionel is my baby! I've had him since I was eleven!" James went quiet and I felt like an idiot.
Why did I say the b-word? It's been so hard to talk about it. And awkward. And most of the time something, or someone, intervenes our conversation so we're both more than happy to let it slide.
But now, there was nothing to stop us from having this conversation.
After a few tense moments and a few meows from Lionel when I kicked him off, James finally said something.
"Reese, we can't keep avoiding this subject and you know it. We should talk about it now."
I nodded and said, "I know we should. But it's just a bit terrifying. But we need to talk about it and get it out of the way."
James nodded, thinking this over and said, "Are you going to keep it?"
I sat up and looked at him. "Honestly James? I have no bleeding idea. It would be amazing to keep it, but babies are expensive. And it's not something that will get less expensive over the years. And it will get harder and harder every year if we do raise the kid. But then, adoption sounds like the easy way out and it doesn't seem right to me. I mean if you think about it, there are so many people who can't have children and I'm willingly abandoning one? It feels horrible to me and I would never be able to live with myself. And abortion is out of the question. I'm not going to even go there. That's sick."
James nodded and said, "Yeah, definitely no abortion. That's horrible. But the other stuff, they both have fair points."
I nodded and leaned into his muscular frame. After a few beats of silence I said, "Did you know my mum suggested me to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Abortion."
James' mouth dropped open and he wrapped his arms around me. I could feel the anger radiating off him. Thinking of my mum and how she reacted, I could feel the tears starting to fall. James wiped them away and murmured, "What's wrong?"
All of a sudden, I started sobbing and he held me tighter. What was wrong with me? I usually hated crying in front of people but now, it's all I do!
He tried to soothe me but I was a wreck. I started spurting out nonsense about what happened when my mum kicked me out. When James had calmed me down enough, he got me to explain clearly.
When I finished he told me, "Reese, I'm never going to do that. I promise. You can stay with me. No matter what you choose to do, I'll stick by your side."
I smiled and nuzzled into his collarbone. I choked out a thank you and let my tears fall down silently. James then whispered in my ear, "But I think we should keep the baby."
I pulled away from his neck and stared at him in wonder. I locked my eyes with his warm brown ones and in that moment I knew.
I knew I was madly in love with him. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. And all that sappy romance stuff that made me want to puke. But, most importantly,
I knew I wanted to keep the baby.
Thanks for reading guys! This chapter isn't that great and it's a bit rushed and cliche (although sometimes you need that fluffiness :p) but I have lots of homework so updates may be slower than usual :( Oh and in case anyone was worried about the abortion thing, I'm not being judgemental or anything, I think that Reese just feels like it's all wrong because of her mother, so I just wanted to clarify that in case people got snarky :) Please review :D
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