Chapter 4 : The Other Parents.
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They hated it here, the country and my house. "This is not how a woman of our standards should live," my mother would say.
"The real reason for your divorce?" He glared at me, like I had done something wrong.
I was confused to say the least. I hadn't talked to my father much about my divorce, or plans to get remarried, but I had figured he wasn't interested. He never asked and I wasn't one to bring up such conversation. I knew I was disappointing him, but in reality this wasn't about him. "You know what happened."
My mother glared at him, she didn't look happy at all to be here. She never liked coming to visit, and only did so when she had news that needed to be given in person, but this time she looked like she hated it even more.
"What is going on?"
"You tell me Astoria?!"
A tense silence filled the air after that. I didn't know what he wanted me to tell him. I had been the one to ask the question. How did he expect me to have an answer for the question that I had asked? We stared at each other, a stand off.
I heard footsteps in the hall followed by the melody of a Scottish song being whistled. All three heads turned when Marcas rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen looking chipper as ever...and a little too naked for my parents' eyes. His chest and feet were bare, but at least he had pants on. The whistling died once he looked up and his eyes shifted to my parents.
"Uh..." he looked down at his bare torso, suddenly looking awkwardly out of place, "Good morning." He was ashamed of his body. He had no reason to be. But, being half naked in a room with your fiancee's parents is really unnerving. Especially when said fiancee's father currently looked like he was going to hex you into next year.
My father stared at him with cold eyes, saying nothing and continuing his silent treatment. Mature.
My mother nodded, "morning." I watched as her eyes took in his presence and I didn't like that.
I turned to him, only slightly caught off guard by his looks, "Why don't you go get dressed?"
Thankfully he took the hint, "Okay, I'll be back down in a few minutes?" He questioned, asking whether I wanted him to return or not.
"Okay," I shot him a reassuring smile.
I watched as he nodded again at my parents before turning and walking out the door, his whistling returning once he was out of our sight.
"Now what are you on about?"
My father looked at me cooly, "You can't have children?"
My face fell and I looked at my mother. I had told her that with hopes that she had kept that to herself. Who else had she told?
She put her hands up when I looked in her direction, "wasn't me!"
"Draco told me."
Of course, "No, I can't. Okay?" I wanted them gone.
"That's why he left?"
"No, there were other reasons too."
"But that is the main one?"
Another glare was shot my way. "I don't think so."
"How would you know?! You don't know anything, you weren't there Dad! You married me off the Draco and did away with me. You never even visited unless it looked good for you to. I just want this stupid thing to be over with. I can't have kids, I am divorced from who you wanted me to spend my life with, I'm engaged and trying for adoption now! My life was turned upside down a few years ago. But that's just it, it was a few years ago. I'm trying to move on. I ammoving on. And I'm happy. Why can't you just let me live my life?"
Both of my parents stood there staring at me, dumbfounded by my outburst.
"I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do. I am an adult. I have the right to live my own life. I don't care if you don't like my choices, because I do!"
"I don't know what has gotten into you, but I do not approve of the way you're acting," my father stated sternly, like he was punishing a small child.
I glared at him, this was unbelievable, "Have you not been listening?"
"To what dear?" My mother pipped in when I was given no answer from my father.
"I've been trying to tell you this all along, I don't care. Not only do I not care if you like the things I do, I don't care if you approve. "
"When did you find out about your problem?" My father asked suddenly.
"Which one?" The list seemed to continuously be growing and "annoying parents" were just added.
He rolled his eyes, "the baby one."
"When Draco left."
"You didn't know before?"
My mother shot him another warning glare. She knew the full story, but she would have never told him. He would have seen me as weak and pathetic. He would never understand pain like what I had gone through. I remembered more and more of those months I had lost in my memory. I was to the point where I believed I knew at least most of it. I was also sure eventually I would know all, even if I didn't necessarily want to.
"I did once. I overdose on potions and lost my memory from that time. I repressed it." Well...at least I was honest.
"Draco never told you before?"
"He wanted to keep me happy."
My father growled, "No, because he would have taken action to keep you happy. He would have tried other ways."
"What like adoption? Do you have any idea how hard that is? I'm going through it now. They would have never accepted us, he was a Deatheater."
"So after the war that kinda became unacceptable."
"I thought he changed?" My mother was wide-eyed, afraid that her daughter had possibly been involved in some evil schemes.
"He did, but the past can haunt you." I knew that too well.
She sighed in relief.
"Plus the Malfoy family needed an heir by blood. His parents wouldn't have stood it if they had known I couldn't give them their heir."
My father shook his head, "There must have been other ways..."
I was done. "Just let it go. I don't want to talk to you anymore."
"Astoria! We have traveled here to see you!"
"No. You came to yell at me and tell me how stupid I am. But you did that, okay? So now you're free to go on about your way." I tried to stay calm, my voice even and softer than it had been.
"Fine," my father growled as he pulled my mother along behind him to leave.
"I'll write you," my mother stated sadly.
"Okay," I replied back, turning away from their retreating forms.
When they were gone I saw my favorite face appear in the doorway. "Hey there..."
"Were you listening?" Ugh, what had he heard?
"Yeah," he replied sheepishly, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"What'd you hear?'
He gave me a sad smile, "that your parents don't treat you like an adult."
"You did well standing up for yourself though," he smiled fully at me, "they deserved it. I'm proud of you." That had to be my favorite phrase he could ever tell me. I'm proud of you. It was something I had never heard directed at me until I met him.
I smiled back at him, a pit of warm fuzzies sprouting in my stomach. "Thank you," I leaned up to kiss him. "Promise me we'll never be like my parents."
A few days passed. No word came from either of my parents. Not that I was expecting any. I mean what would they do? Apologize? Yeah right.
It was a sunny morning that I was spending lazily in bed. Later on in the day I would be meeting with the girls and finalizing a few wedding details. But for now all I had on my plate was to curl up in the warmth of the sunlight a doze. Scotland wasn't exactly the warmest place, often raining and cold. But the recently we had had a warm streak for the spring and it was wonderful. The weather helped improve my mood...as long as I didn't think about my parents' ridiculous actions too much.
Marcas moved away from me as he got up from our bed. He was never one to stay and sleep in, no matter how hard I had tried to get him to in the past. He kissed my temple, "Stay here, I'll just be down in the kitchen. Would you like breakfast any time soon?"
"I'll take tea if you'd be so kind," I smiled and pulled him in for a proper kiss.
After I watched him leave the room before I allowed my head to fall back onto my pillow and my eyes to shut again.
I was awakened seemingly moments later, but the clock showed that it was actually nearly an hour after he had left. He was placing a mug of tea on the night stand with a worried look on his face.
I caught it right away, "What's wrong?" I muttered as I sat up to drink my tea.
He shifted on his feet before pulling a letter out of his back pocket. He glanced over it before he sat down next to me.
"We were denied," his voice was thick but he spoke in barely a whisper.
"For..." Though I knew what he was talking about. I had this excruciating pain in my heart, hurting like a bruise or gash. It hurt to breath and for a moment I couldn't. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't be.
"No..." I couldn't believe it. How? We were perfect candidates. He had a good job, I had a decent one that allowed me enough time off while still making money, we were getting married, had a nice home...wait... the home. Of course...
"She gave us a bad review." That bitch! " It says we could appeal it. We'd have to talk to the agency and go about this legally. It will take a long time..."
I sighed, somewhere between depressed and wanting to strangle that stupid woman, "And then even if were approved, many places won't want someone who had been rejected before. "
He nodded. He was just as upset as I was, that much was easy to tell. How could this happen?
"Well we'll do it, right?"
I was so annoyed. "I just don't understand. There are so many children out there that need homes, but they make it so hard for anyone to adopt them. Instead of allowing them a loving home they keep them stuck I orphanages or foster homes. It's just not fair!"
He moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around me, steadying me. I hadn't realized I was shaking. I wasn't sure if it was from anger or sadness. Probably both.
"It'll be okay. We'll get a child eventually. Let's just focus on our upcoming wedding. We can't adopt I til after then anyway. "
"I guess you're right," I smiled despite my foul mood.
"We'll get through this," he smiled back at me, "It'll all work out, I promise."
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