Daphne Greengrass (laurales) wrote in impetuousrpg, @ 2011-12-09 12:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: clint warrington, char: daphne greengrass |
WHO: Daphne and Clint Warrington
WHAT: Baby News
WHERE: Private Residence in Spain
WHEN: Friday Afternoon
RATING: Probably pretty low other than Clint's language maybe?
STATUS: In Progress
Daphne was glad that she and Clint had gone off to Spain for part of his Quidditch break. If anyone in England had seen her now it would have been more than obvious that Daphne hadn't just gotten fat, but instead, pregnant. Her bump was a legitimate bump now, and no longer the sort that was easily concealable given careful clothing selections. But apparently the Prophet was still just calling her fat and, while that didn't exactly make her the happiest person in the world, it was better that they thought that instead of knowing she was pregnant. Especially given the increase in WAP activity that seemed to be happening there.
She was actually starting to get excited about the baby. Well, she wasn't dreading it anymore, at least. Sure, being pregnant wasn't the most fun thing she'd ever experienced but it certainly wasn't the worst. And Clint's excitement about the whole thing was a bit contagious. It was just nice to him happy about something and between Spain and the baby, he'd seemed fairly happy recently, at least in comparison to the few months prior. Things as far as Daphne and Clint went were going better, or at least they seemed to be to her. But they were talking again and the conversations didn't feel forced anymore and basically....things were just all around better. She was in love with her husband and she was carrying his child and all seemed pretty well in the world.
If there was one thing that Daphne had learned since quitting her job, pregnancy or no pregnancy, it was that she loved sleeping in. Almost a little too much, actually. She didn't do it all the time, knowing that Clint was kind of a morning person, at least out of habit, but occasionally she didn't bother setting anything to wake her and just enjoyed sleeping. Daphne rolled out of bed, sitting up tiredly for a moment before frowning at the light that was coming into the room. What time was it? And then she bolted up with a small panic. They had a Healer appointment. And according to the blinding level of light, it was probably soon. And the last thing Daphne wanted was for their Healer to show up and see Daphne just then getting up. She wasted no time in getting dressed and very quickly charmed her hair into her usual curls. "Clint?" she called as she headed out of their room, wondering where he was. It was nice that he'd let her sleep in, and he was probably just in the kitchen or ran out to the market or something. But, glancing at a clock, she realized how ridiculously close to their appointment time they were an this was an important one. She was finally far along enough for them to learn the baby's sex.