teddy lupin is too old for this shit. (barbae) wrote in resurge, @ 2017-01-16 19:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !backstory, !thread, character: teddy lupin, character: victoire lupin, player: erin, player: megan |
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WHO: Teddy Lupin, Victoire Lupin, with special guest star Aurelie Lupin.
WHERE: Does St Mungos even have a maternity ward.
WHEN: 2028.
WHAT: BABY
WARNINGS: BABY
This was one of those times that Teddy desperately wished his godfather was here for advice. That was probably not the most appropriate thing to be thinking while his wife gave birth to their first child. Even if it was, it was one Teddy would definitely keep away from Victoire's ears, as he was certain she would not be pleased to hear it. It wasn't that Teddy wasn't elated about the birth of his first child-- on the contrary, he was estactic. He'd always liked children and babies, even when he was a child himself. He'd always known he'd have children, too, but when had been up in the air during his early adult years. Not that he necessarily felt any older, more that he realized that there was no magic spell that changed you from a child to adult. You just had to keep learning and improving. That's what an adult was-- a bigger child that knew more (hopefully). But being a "real" fake adult didn't make him want advice from those who seemed more like real real adults. At 30 years old, he still wanted to turn to his elders and ask, "What do I do?" Specifically, right now, he wanted to ask Harry Potter one question-- "How do I be a father?" A stupid question, maybe, as he'd watched Harry and the various Weasley fathers do father things for years. It wasn't exactly a hard concept, even if he was an orphan raised by a grandmother (though that perhaps didn't help). This was also one of those times where he wished his father was here, as well, but to a lesser extent. It was Harry who had been the father figure in his life, after all, even if Harry would never replace his actual, extra dead father. A father, like any parental figure, was supposed to love their child unconditionally and do their best to raise their child for the world they'd one day inherit. Everything the light touches will one day be yours. It couldn't get more simple than that. And yet Teddy still felt like he needed some sage fatherly wisdom that he'd missed. As if there was some sort of secret code to being a father that made one a good father. One that only a father could impart, rendering the efforts of his aging grandmother and his godmother useless. He could ask his father-in-law, Bill Weasley, for advice. Technically. But he was still fairly certain that Mr Weasley didn't like him, in the odd way that fathers never liked whoever their daughters married unless they lived up to some sort of magical standard that Teddy had absolutely failed to meet. They'd gotten on well before Teddy and Victoire had begun their tumultuous relationship, but now Teddy was mostly sure the man hated him. Teddy would rather use a ouija board to contact his dead father or dead godfather than ask Bill Weasley for advice. So, with that in mind, Teddy did the best he could with what he had. He silently panicked while pretending that he was Totally Fine and Not Freaking Out while his wife went into labour and while she prepared to "pop the lil sucker out" as Teddy had so poorly put it earlier in the day. His usual defence of hiding his panic behind jokes was right out, as the last thing anyone needed was Victoire Lupin stabbing her husband to death on the day their first child was born. It'd be terribly awkward. He'd switched to affirmative, unhelpful "you can do it, honey"s which honestly weren't much better. Never before had Teddy felt so utterly useless than standing there with nothing to do with helping his wife. Men were useless, as he'd always suspected. Utterly. Useless. He felt about as helpless as the baby being born, only able to wait for it all to be over so he could coo and gaga. On a sidenote, Teddy realized that childbirth was fucking horrorfying. |