earthy_charm (earthy_charm) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2009-02-07 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, neville |
You can't go fishin' in watermelon patch
Characters: Neville, Herbert and Trevor
Summary: Late in the pregnancy, Neville is feeling sorry for himself
Neville had come to the conclusion that when his oh-so-heavy-and-kicky daughter was removed from his body, Herbert was also going to be removed from the household, because there was no way on Merlin's magic earth that he was going to risk getting pregnant again.
The past months had been difficult as he had gotten used to the changes in his body and the daily growth of his child - so much so that he had decided that Snape had to be a masochist to have gone through the experience twice - and of course, it had only been made worse by his aversion to chocolate. Well, it wasn't really an aversion, which made it more annoying. Chocolate still looked, smelt and tasted divine, but he just couldn't keep it down anymore; something that he blamed on his daughter, and Luna (as the baby had no doubt inherited blasphemous genes from her mother).
He was currently sitting in his office, avoiding the world and all its sugary temptations, and was unfortunately being kept company by the root of all his problems. He have would loved to eject Herbert from his life immediately, but it seemed that the lizard was still exerting some kind of magic over the pregnancy, to the point that Neville started feeling queasy and light headed whenever he tried to leave the Empreg behind. Carrying the lizard about with him was another of those things that he now had to put up with, like the kicks to his bladder, and the puking whenever he failed to pass up a taste of chocolate pudding.
Smoothing his hands over his stomach, Neville once again wondered whether now would be such a bad time for his daughter to arrive. "Maybe in a couple of weeks," he amended aloud. "In a couple of weeks it should be safe. I think you're big enough. No need to go the full term."
He sighed when he considered that he had no idea how he was going to know if the baby was ready or not. While he was hoping things would go as Abramowitz was used to and expecting, there was always Herbert to be wary of. Despite being more than ready to carry his daughter in his arms rather than in his magically created womb, Neville thought that he would be very lucky if everything went to plan and he actually did end up having the caesarean planned at the end of week forty.
Deciding it was time for another cheer up treat, Neville awkwardly reached for the cooler by the door; his magic had been fluctuating in the last week or so, and he had already blown up a lunch box when trying to summon it. Finally grabbing the handle, he dragged it over and opened it up to reveal his prize.
One good thing, he thought, as he lifted out the watermelon and began slicing it up, was that of all the cravings he could have acquired, melon was pretty inoffensive.
He mashed up some of the watermelon and placed it in Trevor's tank, and after a few bites of his own, Neville even offered some to Herbert.