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Lavender stared down at the small device in her hand, a bewildered expression never once leaving her face in the last five minutes. Seamus hadn’t gotten home from work yet, which was to be expected because it was only one in the afternoon and Lavender decided to take a sick day.
However, Lavender never took sick days unless it was an important matter - and to Lavender, this was most definitely an important matter.
Sitting on the bathroom floor with her knees to her chest, she stared down at her fate, a small, little thing in the palm of her hand that told her what her future would look like.
--
When Seamus came home from work, it was his normal routine. He kicked off his shoes, threw his coat on the rack in the closet, just next to the door. His next step was to pass out on the couch, but just as he went into the living room beyond the foyer, Seamus stopped moving.
A little confused that his roommate was on their couch right now, when she should be at work, Seamus greeted, “Hey sunshine. Home early?”
When Lavender looked up at him without smiling or without greeting, Seamus’s lip twitched downward as he went to sit next to her. “You all right?” It was the natural thing to say, obviously, but he really had no idea.
His roommate seemed to be contemplating something, biting her lip, and then out of the blue, she surprised him. Hell, Lavender always surprised Seamus with how inconsistent she was, but this one won the gold medal for surprises.
“I’m pregnant.”
It was without smile and without excitement.
No. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to be happy and it was all going to be okay, and---
And he was her platonic roommate. He was her platonic roommate that shagged her whenever she felt like it. He was her platonic roommate that went dancing with her and bought her disgusting pineapple orange juice.
For feck’s sake, they went to the Yule Ball together.
Seamus tried to snap himself out of his shocked stupor. Once he’d come a little bit back to earth, he looked at her and smiled. “Lavender. Remember that time that we went to the Yule Ball together?”
At least it brought a bit of a smile to her face, but even still, he could tell that she wasn’t completely okay. He was going to make it okay.
“Lavender. Sunshine. Marry me,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around her middle and bringing her closer to him. Seamus was disappointed when she moved away and shook her head.
“Not this time, Seamus.”
--
“Hey Lavender?”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna get married?”
“Nope.”
“Okay.”
--
“Lav?”
She was reading on the couch, legs resting on Seamus’s feet. Her belly protruded like a beach ball, ready to spring straight at him. Any day now, Seamus thought to himself. Affectionately rubbing her legs as she read, he looked a little hopeful.
“Hm?”
“Do you think it would be okay if we got married?” he asked, probably the billionth time this month. Seamus tried a new approach - being absolutely sincere and lovely when he asked, instead of popping the question whenever he felt the need. Or-whenever inspiration struck.
He was sure that she was going to say yes this time, but still, she never even looked up from her book.
“No, Seamus,” Lavender said with a soft sigh, continuing to read her book as if nothing had happened.
It didn’t matter that she had said no a thousand times. Seamus was still hurt by it every time.
--
Screaming.
Blood.
More screaming from a different creature that had somehow, miraculously popped out of his roommate or WHATEVER she was.
Seamus felt faint. Seamus felt like he might pass out because this was so overwhelming, even if he hadn’t had a baby popping out of him.
They stared down at their baby. Her. He had a daughter.
In his shock and awe, he looked down at Lavender - his new official baby mama (yes, he could totally call her that) - and asked again, absolutely certain that she would say yes now that she had some hope of fitting into an attractive wedding dress.
“Sunshine?” he asked quietly, her head against his collarbone as she tiredly held their baby girl. “Will you marry me?”
Lavender looked up at him and gave him a sympathetic smile but shook her head no. Seamus pretended not to be hurt as he looked at their newborn baby.
--
Their baby, Sunny, was no longer a baby. In fact, Sunny was four years old and on her way to the first day of preschool. Lavender had walked her there from their still-tiny apartment, telling her that everything would be okay and that she would make new friends and she would LOVE it.
When Lavender came home crying because their baby had grown up so much that day - had simply walked away from Lavender, ready to take on the new world - Seamus took her in his arms and whispered, “Marry me.”
Still, she murmured a strangled no in between her sobs.
--
Lavender was washing the dishes after a quiet breakfast, only a few weeks after that sad day when Sunny left for the first day of school. She stared into the sink, pretending to be absolutely concentrated with the glass she was rinsing with soapy water.
Seamus came in with a sigh, sounding defeated and tired.
“Will you marry me?” he asked, almost teasingly at this point because he knew exactly what the answer would be.
What Seamus did not expect was for her to turn around and give him a curt, “Yes,” and then turn right back around to wash the dishes. It was so unexpected that Seamus completely forgot where he had stored her engagement ring, after all these years.
“Wait, but I-didn’t do that right. Wait a sec. I just have to. You know. Find some stuff. Forget I ever asked, okay?”
Lavender turned around again and said, “I said yes, Seamus.”
And that was the end of that.
However, Lavender never took sick days unless it was an important matter - and to Lavender, this was most definitely an important matter.
Sitting on the bathroom floor with her knees to her chest, she stared down at her fate, a small, little thing in the palm of her hand that told her what her future would look like.
--
When Seamus came home from work, it was his normal routine. He kicked off his shoes, threw his coat on the rack in the closet, just next to the door. His next step was to pass out on the couch, but just as he went into the living room beyond the foyer, Seamus stopped moving.
A little confused that his roommate was on their couch right now, when she should be at work, Seamus greeted, “Hey sunshine. Home early?”
When Lavender looked up at him without smiling or without greeting, Seamus’s lip twitched downward as he went to sit next to her. “You all right?” It was the natural thing to say, obviously, but he really had no idea.
His roommate seemed to be contemplating something, biting her lip, and then out of the blue, she surprised him. Hell, Lavender always surprised Seamus with how inconsistent she was, but this one won the gold medal for surprises.
“I’m pregnant.”
It was without smile and without excitement.
No. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to be happy and it was all going to be okay, and---
And he was her platonic roommate. He was her platonic roommate that shagged her whenever she felt like it. He was her platonic roommate that went dancing with her and bought her disgusting pineapple orange juice.
For feck’s sake, they went to the Yule Ball together.
Seamus tried to snap himself out of his shocked stupor. Once he’d come a little bit back to earth, he looked at her and smiled. “Lavender. Remember that time that we went to the Yule Ball together?”
At least it brought a bit of a smile to her face, but even still, he could tell that she wasn’t completely okay. He was going to make it okay.
“Lavender. Sunshine. Marry me,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around her middle and bringing her closer to him. Seamus was disappointed when she moved away and shook her head.
“Not this time, Seamus.”
--
“Hey Lavender?”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna get married?”
“Nope.”
“Okay.”
--
“Lav?”
She was reading on the couch, legs resting on Seamus’s feet. Her belly protruded like a beach ball, ready to spring straight at him. Any day now, Seamus thought to himself. Affectionately rubbing her legs as she read, he looked a little hopeful.
“Hm?”
“Do you think it would be okay if we got married?” he asked, probably the billionth time this month. Seamus tried a new approach - being absolutely sincere and lovely when he asked, instead of popping the question whenever he felt the need. Or-whenever inspiration struck.
He was sure that she was going to say yes this time, but still, she never even looked up from her book.
“No, Seamus,” Lavender said with a soft sigh, continuing to read her book as if nothing had happened.
It didn’t matter that she had said no a thousand times. Seamus was still hurt by it every time.
--
Screaming.
Blood.
More screaming from a different creature that had somehow, miraculously popped out of his roommate or WHATEVER she was.
Seamus felt faint. Seamus felt like he might pass out because this was so overwhelming, even if he hadn’t had a baby popping out of him.
They stared down at their baby. Her. He had a daughter.
In his shock and awe, he looked down at Lavender - his new official baby mama (yes, he could totally call her that) - and asked again, absolutely certain that she would say yes now that she had some hope of fitting into an attractive wedding dress.
“Sunshine?” he asked quietly, her head against his collarbone as she tiredly held their baby girl. “Will you marry me?”
Lavender looked up at him and gave him a sympathetic smile but shook her head no. Seamus pretended not to be hurt as he looked at their newborn baby.
--
Their baby, Sunny, was no longer a baby. In fact, Sunny was four years old and on her way to the first day of preschool. Lavender had walked her there from their still-tiny apartment, telling her that everything would be okay and that she would make new friends and she would LOVE it.
When Lavender came home crying because their baby had grown up so much that day - had simply walked away from Lavender, ready to take on the new world - Seamus took her in his arms and whispered, “Marry me.”
Still, she murmured a strangled no in between her sobs.
--
Lavender was washing the dishes after a quiet breakfast, only a few weeks after that sad day when Sunny left for the first day of school. She stared into the sink, pretending to be absolutely concentrated with the glass she was rinsing with soapy water.
Seamus came in with a sigh, sounding defeated and tired.
“Will you marry me?” he asked, almost teasingly at this point because he knew exactly what the answer would be.
What Seamus did not expect was for her to turn around and give him a curt, “Yes,” and then turn right back around to wash the dishes. It was so unexpected that Seamus completely forgot where he had stored her engagement ring, after all these years.
“Wait, but I-didn’t do that right. Wait a sec. I just have to. You know. Find some stuff. Forget I ever asked, okay?”
Lavender turned around again and said, “I said yes, Seamus.”
And that was the end of that.