Lizzie MacKenzie Wood (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} spitfiery) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} theheartyearns,@ 2008-01-29 20:30:00 |
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Where: The Highland Games!
When: July, 1959!
What: A baby!
Lizzie wondered if they'd ever have a normal trip to the Highland Games- her first year there with Atticus had been when they'd met and gotten handfasted, the second year was when he proposed, and now in their third year, she was pregnant- very pregnant. She was due about a week off, but had insisted on coming along despite Atticus' worries- tradition was tradition, and she wanted to see him play. She also wanted to see her dancers- Isla had offered her a full-time teaching position at the studio after she'd done so well at it the previous summer, and Lizzie had stayed on during the pregnancy, despite not being able to dance, herself.
She was excited about being a mum, though. That wasn't to say that Lizzie didn't still have her moments of frustration- but then again, being nine months pregnant in the height of summer wouldn't have been comfortable for anyone. Or at least so she imagined. The house and nursery were ready, and Lizzie had read and researched as much as she could about delivering the baby herself [well, with Atticus' help]. It wasn't something she'd planned on from the start, but the appointments at St. Mungo's had left Lizzie with an odd feeling- it just didn't seem like her, having a baby in an impersonal white room like that. Atticus had seemed surprised at the idea, but had taken to it with just as much enthusiasm as he had everything else- he'd probably read every book Lizzie had, herself, if not more. They were ready.
Or, at least, that's what Lizzie kept telling herself.
The festival had gone well so far. Her dancers had preformed better than she'd expected, and seeing Atticus sing and play- well, it was one of the many, many reasons she loved him, and Lizzie would never turn down an opportunity for that.
Their last gig of the afternoon on Saturday was just before most of the activities stopped for an hour or so as everyone went back to their families for dinner- after which, of course, was the night's big dance, which would last well on into the early morning. Lizzie had been feeling good all day, and only just start feeling a bit... queasy, almost, just after the gig started. She didn't think anything of it, and was more than a little surprised when she felt her water break. ...Oh. She reached a hand up to where she had her wand stuck through her ponytail, hoping it looked like a casual stretch as she cast a quick and hopefully subtle cleaning charm. Lizzie stayed still for a moment, placing her hand low on her belly- she could feel the Little Bugger moving around, more know than they had been, but other than that... No, she should be fine until the gig was over.