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I'll Love Her Enough For The Both Of Us by alicia and anne
Chapter 22 : Almost single digits
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 3

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A/N: I am so sorry for the amount of time it has taken me to update this, I've just started a new job which is meant to be part time but I've been put on full time hours.  I hope you can all forgive me!

Louis looked over at Freya, who was lounging across the sofa with her feet in his lap. She had her eyes closed and she was attempting to try and take a nap. Louis had been massaging her feet and the bottoms of her legs in the hopes that it would ease the swelling and cramping that Freya kept getting in them, but it seemed to be to no avail.

“I ache all over,” Freya groaned as she opened her eyes and frowned over at Louis, “Can’t she just come out now? I don’t want to go through this anymore.”

“She’ll be out as soon as she’s ready to be,” Louis told her honestly, he had stopped rubbing her legs and just rested his arms on her instead.

“This pregnancy has dragged. I feel like I’ve been pregnant for years.” Freya moaned as she sat herself up straighter and moved her feet off of Louis so that she could get up off of the sofa. “I don’t think I’ve used the toilet this much in my life.”

Louis watched her leave the front room and gave a sigh as he rested his head on the back of the sofa. Freya and he were alone in the house; Louis’s other family members were either at work or out visiting someone. His father and sister Victoire would be back with Victoires boyfriend Teddy so that they could listen to the Quidditch match that would be taking place later that afternoon before Louis would have to get ready for work.

He waited on the sofa and tried not to close his eyes and succumb to the tiredness that was beginning to take over him, he was getting less and less sleep as the days went on. Especially with Freya constantly moving around in the bed at night and moaning about backache, as well as their daughter fidgeting almost nonstop. There wasn’t much that Louis could do to make Freya feel better other than offer her words of comfort and not complain when it was her that was almost pushing him out of the bed. There had been many times that he had thought about coming downstairs and sleeping on the sofa, but he knew that Freya wouldn’t be happy about it.

It took a lot of effort for him to stand up from the sofa and walk out into the hallway as he heard Freya walking back down the stairs.

“Did you want me to cook us some lunch?” he asked her as she walked over to him and he took her hand in his.

“That’ll be nice,” Freya said to him with a smile. Louis placed a small kiss on the top of her head before he lead her to the kitchen, he let go of Freya’s hand so that she could sit down at the table whilst he walked around the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards.

“How about beans on toast?” He asked her, looking up at her as he awaited her answer.

“I’ll have whatever you want to eat, Louis. I don’t mind at all.” Freya told him. Louis nodded as he pulled out the tin of beans from the cupboard before grabbing for a saucepan hanging above the stove.

“You do know that you’re going to have to learn how to cook better food by the time that she gets here.” Freya stated as she watched Louis empty the beans into the saucepan.

“I’m not the only one who’s going to have to learn how to cook,” Louis told her as he lit the stove and placed the saucepan on top of it.

“I do know how to cook, my mother taught me.” Freya told him.

Louis took a wooden spoon out of the cutlery draw and placed it into the saucepan so he could begin to stir the beans. “When Samantha is older you can teach her as well.”

Freya went silent for a few moments whilst Louis continued preparing their lunch.

“Did Fleur never teach you?” Freya asked Louis, who gave a shrug over at her.

“She taught me enough so that I’m able to feed myself the basics. But I can’t cook anything fancy, Vic and Dom wanted to learn more than I did.”

After a few more minutes, in which Louis toasted the bread as well, the lunch was ready. He brought two plates over to the table before going back to get them drinks and some cutlery.

“Thank you, Louis.” Freya told him as he sat back down opposite her. Louis gave her a smile in return as he picked up his knife and fork and begun to cut into his food.

“I know that mum will love to teach Samantha how to cook French food,” Louis told Freya, who nodded slowly as she looked down at her food. “Maybe you could help as well?”

Freya looked up at him and gave a small shrug. “Maybe? Although who knows what the future will bring?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Louis asked her seriously, not liking the tone of voice that she used.

Freya gave a small sigh, “I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just we don’t know what will happen in the future, we don’t know where any of us will be in a few years. We might not even be here, we might be somewhere else? There’s a whole number of things that could happen between now and then.”

Louis gave a frown at Freya’s words; he wanted to stop her feeling so down about everything. He hoped that she would feel better as soon as Samantha got here. He knew that at times she would freak out about the fact that they were going to be parents, but it was their decision to keep Samantha. They knew that it was going to be very hard at times and he knew that this was what could be scaring her; it had to, because it downright terrified him.

There were times that he thought that maybe she was terrified that he would leave her once Samantha was here? So he tried as hard as he could to make Freya see that he wasn’t planning on going anywhere and that he was going to be here for the both of them. But there wasn’t much he could really do or say until Samantha would be here, they had a little under two weeks left.

“I’m not going to leave you, Freya.” Louis told her seriously.

Freya looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “I hope not.”

“I just hope that you don’t start to feel differently in two weeks time when she’s here.”

“I won’t, we’re going to be a family.” Louis told her honestly. Freya gave a nod as she continued to eat her food and he thought about the fact that in less than two weeks his daughter would be here.

Louis felt himself beginning to struggle to breathe as he thought about how his daughter would be here in no time at all, the number was slowly coming down to single digits. He took a deep breath as he placed his knife and fork down next to his plate and looked down at his food, the hunger he had felt previously instantly disappearing and being replaced with a nervous sickness, he hated when he would feel like this. He could be fine talking about the baby coming one minute, but the next he found himself struggling to keep his head straight and his breathing normal, whilst he felt like he was beginning to burn up.

“Beans on toast?” Victoire said as she walked into the kitchen, making both Louis and Freya jump in shock. It seemed to have made Louis manage to take a deep breath and look up at his sister, who walked over to where he was sitting and grabbed for a piece of his toast, dunking it in the bean juice before taking a bite of the food. He hadn’t even heard Victoire arrive in the house, although he was thankful that she seemed to have shocked him out of his almost panic attack.

“This meal is Louis’ specialty,” Victoire told Freya, raising a hand to cover the fact that she was talking with her mouthful.

“It is nice,” Freya said, smiling, although Louis noticed that it didn’t quite meet her eyes, he really needed to have a conversation with her about everything. She must be feeling a million times more nervous than he was, he didn’t want her to keep changing the subject whenever he began to bring it all up, and they needed to really prepare themselves for everything.

“I’m so hungry,” Victoire told them as she moved away from Louis, but not before running a hand through his hair and messing it up. She made her way across the kitchen and began to open up some cupboards, pulling various items out of them.

“Why don’t you cook yourself some food?” Freya asked Victoire, who had closed the cupboard and taking her wand out of her pocket and waving it at the food so that it hovered in the air.

“No can do,” She told them as she moved over to the fridge and pulled out some drinks, whilst waving her wand again, causing some cups to hover out of another cupboard. “The match is today, which means that dad and I can eat the fattiest, sugar loaded food we can manage. Speaking of which, is dad home?”

“Unless he snuck in like you did, he’s not.” Louis told her. Victoire gave a sigh as she straightened up and began to walk out of the room, the fridge door closing as she left with the food and cups following her out of the kitchen. Louis was jealous that he had to wait until next month to use magic outside of Hogwarts; it would make things a lot easier.

“Dad best hurry up, the match starts in ten minutes and Teddy and I don’t want to miss it.”

Bill arrived just as the game was about to begin, he muttered an apology before sitting down next to Victoire and greeting everyone in the front room. Louis and Freya occupied one sofa, whilst Victoire and Bill sat on the other one, Teddy was lounging on the floor in front of Victoire. The radio was on loudly and they could hear the booming voice of the commentator.

“Hello and welcome, it is July 29th and the third match of the season is about to start, the Tutshill Tornados vs. the Wimbourne Wasps.”

“It’s going to be a good match,” Victoire said as she turned to face her dad, who had grabbed for a large bag of steak flavoured crisps.

“Of course, The Wimbourne Wasps are using Jason Turner. He’s easily one of the best players that they’ve had in a while.” Bill replied.

“I remember Dommie telling us about watching him play at Hogwarts, he was the year above her and apparently every single match was amazing. No wonder he was signed up before he even left the school.” Victoire said with a nod.

Louis could only listen to them talking, he had no clue what was going on as he wasn’t that interested in Quidditch, but Freya seemed to want to listen to the match as well, and Louis wanted to spend time with Freya before he had to go to work in a few hours.

“Are you feeling any better?” Louis asked Freya, who was lying on her side on the sofa with her head in Louis’s lap.

“My back still hurts and I think I’m starting to get heartburn again.” Freya told him in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the others who were listening to the match, which had just started.

“Do you want me to go and get that potion for you that mum got?” Louis asked her softly, as he ran a hand through her hair. Freya shook her head at him and turned herself so that she was lying on her back; she let out a soft groan.

“I feel so uncomfortable, it doesn’t help that it feels like she’s trying to push herself out of my belly,” Louis looked down at Freya’s bump and rested a hand on it, he rubbed it slowly and could feel his daughter moving around. It never failed to amaze him that she was growing inside of Freya, as much as it terrified him as well. “She seems to move around a lot more when I’m talking.”

“She loves you, that’s why.” Louis told Freya, who looked up at him with a small smile that Louis noticed met her eyes as well.

“Do you really think so?” she asked him honestly.

“Of course, how could she not love you?” He said, leaning forwards to give her a chaste kiss. “Who else does she move around for a lot?”

“You, every time she hears your voice she moves and every time we’re laying down and your back is touching my belly she starts to kick where you are.”

“That has woken me up a few times.” Louis admitted with a smile.

“She also kicks a lot when your dad is around as well. I think she really likes your dad.”

“What’s not to like? He’s pretty awesome.” Louis stated, turning to look over at his dad to see if he heard him. Bill was looking at the radio, but had a grin on his face as though he had heard them.

“He’ll be a great Granddad.” Freya stated, “I just wish that my dad wanted to be around more.”

Louis looked down at her as he removed his hand from her bump and reached for her hand instead, holding onto it. “He’ll come around Freya, it’ll take some time.”

Freya nodded and Louis noticed that her eyes were beginning to shine with tears.

“How about you send him a letter?” Louis suggested. “Let him know what’s happening and that you want them to be a part of yours and the baby’s life? Let them know that you miss them?”

“That might be a good idea.” Freya agreed, “I’ll do that tonight when you’re at work.”

As much as Louis hated Ted for the way that he had treated them all, he was willing to put it behind him, if it meant that Freya would be happier. Maybe he would finally come around to the fact that this was happening and there was nothing that he could do to change that, he and Freya were going to be a family and it would be up to him to decide if he wanted to be a part of that and his granddaughter growing up.


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