Victoire Ffion Weasley (slyveela) wrote in bearandbarnacle, @ 2009-10-27 20:02:00 |
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Victoire Weasley: Other: Unto me, a child...
Things went as close to her plan as possible, she thinks afterward. Teddy was at work, no doubt buried in the Ministry archives, at the time. Minerva had just come by to check on her and the shop. Fleur was home, in the middle of sewing project. The witch midwife had just woken up from a nap. It was late enough in the day that Bill was done in Gringott's vaults and was doing paperwork at his desk.
So when Victoire realised this set of contractions weren't stopping or slowing, everything clicked into place.
The first call was to her maman who in turn added warming charms to Victoire's old bed then contacted Bill with the two-way mirrors he had been carrying in his pocket ever since he found himself trapped in one of the vaults for 3 days. Then Victoire floo-ed the midwife to let her know she'd be traveling to Shell Cottage in the next hour and would see her there. Finally Victoire called Minerva to let her know that Ici, Amour was now in her hands for the next couple of weeks.
That done, Victoire closed up the shop and made sure that the list of instructions, orders, frequent clients, banned individuals, and location of backstock was laying on the counter for Minerva. She went upstairs to the flat to survey the nursery, unneeded for the last time, and floo-ed to her parents' home on the cliffs near Tinworth. Luckily she was able to time the trip between contractions or Merlin knows where she would have ended up. (At least she didn't have her Unchi Charlie's "talent" for travel.)
Labour was hard. Not unbearable, not with her mother and midwife by her side. It was quiet too, which helped. Teddy arrived just after 11pm, after being successfully distracted for hours by Bill who took the young man out for food and a few pints. (Victoire would hear later that Ginny had supplied Bill with a stronger sedative than she was supposed to, so Teddy need about 30 minutes to sober up after he was told his fiance was in labour before Bill floo-ed him to the Cottage.) As it was, Teddy was (assistedly) mellow and typically gentle, with only the occasional drift of his hair into panic orange. The last of it is fuzzy to Victoire. She remembers pushing, she thinks, but mostly it was the sheer joy and relief when at last her baby was laid on her stomach. She marveled this little body that was inside her for so long, the hair that was plastered to her head then sticking up as the midwife rubbed her briskly. Then that first quiet mewl of objection.
And now they lay together, Victoire, Teddy, and Meribelle Elise Andromeda Lupin. Teddy has been asleep for the last couple of hours, tossled brown head on Victoire's hip and one leg off the bed, barely rousing to even give a faint grumble when the baby kicked him in the head and Victoire giggled in quiet amusement.
Victoire's tired. Exhausted even. But she can't sleep yet. Not until she's certain she has every feature of her daughter memorized. Then, then she'll sleep. And in few days they'll return to Margate, the three of them, and she'll show this new love of hers off. And life will be... different. Victoire smiles at the thought then responds to her daughter's sleepy rooting by shifting her up and slipping a nipple into her waiting mouth. Different is wonderful, she decides.
Feel free to comment for RP. I couldn't get this to really be or end differently and I know it sounds like it doesn't invite it but we do! Victoire'll probably be through to the pub in a few days with the baby or, if it make sense, she will be making a few phone/floo calls. Whatever! If someone wants to play with us... *eyebrow waggle*