Arrangements
Title: Arrangements.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 810
Characters: Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange
Prompt: 045. Time
Summary: The parents-to-be discuss what should be done with their future children just in case.
Warnings: Alternative Universe of lumos_founders.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
"We need to make arrangements."
Rodolphus looked up from the parchment an owl had just dropped in his lap. "We already made arrangements, Bella," he reminded her. "A midwife's coming here because we cannot possibly go to St. Mungo's. I never trusted the people there, silly oath they take to help everyone or not." It was his belief that they were just as likely to let his wife die if anything went wrong. The Lestrange's side was quite well known among the wizarding world. Not that they had ever tried to hide it.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes, a hand resting on her stomach. "I meant for the children, Rodolphus."
"Oh!" Rodolphus's eyes widened and he pushed the parchment aside, something he very rarely did when it came from Dolohov. "Do you mean how we should arrange their rooms or what we should buy as their first toys? No expense will be spared, I promise." Not that he ever thought about expenses if it involved Bellatrix, and the children would come from her so they were included in that particular blindness to price.
"Sometimes you are terribly dense." But there was no sting to the words, most of that had vanished sometime after the sixth month of her pregnancy. Rodolphus would have even sworn that there was an affectionate gleam to her eyes when she looked at him these days, even now when she seemed a little frustrated. "We need to make arrangements about what should happen to the children just in case anything happens to us. Such as dying while we're working or even going to Azkaban." It was a ridiculous notion these days, the Dark Lord was growing even more powerful than he had been when they first joined, but one that she had been thinking about more and more.
Rodolphus stared at her for a moment and shrugged. "Rabastan can take them. His children won't be much older and it's good to grow up with cousins."
Bellatrix shook her head. "If anything happens to us, don't you think that it may happen to him as well?"
"My father and mother then."
"I have a mother too," Bellatrix reminded him, though her mouth twisted a little at the thought. She could remember all too clearly nights when her mother was not at home, or when she came home smelling like a man who was not her father. After attending Hogwarts she had discovered who that other man was and it did not sit well with her. "Though I don't know if she would be the best choice to raise children now that she is on her own, with father being dead." That was never a pleasant topic... not since they both knew who had been sent to do the killing.
"They can alternate," Rodolphus said at last, reaching over to lay a reassuring hand on his wife's shoulder. "Marishka and Rostislav will be better for having exposure to both of their lines, along with their cousins." He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "So long as my brother does not go mental and say that his children should have anything to do with that woman." It had never been a secret that he did not approve of his brother's teenage relationship.
"Your brother has always been mental." Bellatrix laughed, turning her head to kiss Rodolphus's hand. "Come sit with me, Rod."
He complied without hesitation, it was so rare for Bellatrix to show affection that he had learned to not question it. Though she had become more and more so once she had gotten over the morning sickness. "Are you feeling better today?" he asked as Bellatrix curled with her head on his chest. He hesitated for a moment before beginning to stroke her hair, half-expecting a reprimand that did not come.
"They keep kicking," Bellatrix said quietly, eyes drifting shut as she guided Rodolphus's free hand to her stomach. "See, right there? I think that's Marishka... she's far more spirited than her brother."
Rodolphus chuckled as he felt the stirring under his hand. "Just like her mother then." He kissed her forehead. "What makes you think that it's Marishka who kicks harder? Might very well be Rostislav. Lestrange boys are quite spirited in case you don't remember."
"As though I could forget. But a mother knows these things."
"I think that's the first time I've heard you refer to yourself as a mother."
"That's because it's the first time I ever have."
"Are you always going to be this mellow?"
"Not once I'm able to sleep and eat regularly again, and actually do my job." Bellatrix yawned. "Then I'll be back to my normal self... hard to be like that when my body's changed so much."
"I'm not sure what to say to that."
"Then don't say anything. Just be quiet for awhile."
"Anything you say, Bella."
Rating: PG
Word Count: 810
Characters: Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange
Prompt: 045. Time
Summary: The parents-to-be discuss what should be done with their future children just in case.
Warnings: Alternative Universe of lumos_founders.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
"We need to make arrangements."
Rodolphus looked up from the parchment an owl had just dropped in his lap. "We already made arrangements, Bella," he reminded her. "A midwife's coming here because we cannot possibly go to St. Mungo's. I never trusted the people there, silly oath they take to help everyone or not." It was his belief that they were just as likely to let his wife die if anything went wrong. The Lestrange's side was quite well known among the wizarding world. Not that they had ever tried to hide it.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes, a hand resting on her stomach. "I meant for the children, Rodolphus."
"Oh!" Rodolphus's eyes widened and he pushed the parchment aside, something he very rarely did when it came from Dolohov. "Do you mean how we should arrange their rooms or what we should buy as their first toys? No expense will be spared, I promise." Not that he ever thought about expenses if it involved Bellatrix, and the children would come from her so they were included in that particular blindness to price.
"Sometimes you are terribly dense." But there was no sting to the words, most of that had vanished sometime after the sixth month of her pregnancy. Rodolphus would have even sworn that there was an affectionate gleam to her eyes when she looked at him these days, even now when she seemed a little frustrated. "We need to make arrangements about what should happen to the children just in case anything happens to us. Such as dying while we're working or even going to Azkaban." It was a ridiculous notion these days, the Dark Lord was growing even more powerful than he had been when they first joined, but one that she had been thinking about more and more.
Rodolphus stared at her for a moment and shrugged. "Rabastan can take them. His children won't be much older and it's good to grow up with cousins."
Bellatrix shook her head. "If anything happens to us, don't you think that it may happen to him as well?"
"My father and mother then."
"I have a mother too," Bellatrix reminded him, though her mouth twisted a little at the thought. She could remember all too clearly nights when her mother was not at home, or when she came home smelling like a man who was not her father. After attending Hogwarts she had discovered who that other man was and it did not sit well with her. "Though I don't know if she would be the best choice to raise children now that she is on her own, with father being dead." That was never a pleasant topic... not since they both knew who had been sent to do the killing.
"They can alternate," Rodolphus said at last, reaching over to lay a reassuring hand on his wife's shoulder. "Marishka and Rostislav will be better for having exposure to both of their lines, along with their cousins." He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "So long as my brother does not go mental and say that his children should have anything to do with that woman." It had never been a secret that he did not approve of his brother's teenage relationship.
"Your brother has always been mental." Bellatrix laughed, turning her head to kiss Rodolphus's hand. "Come sit with me, Rod."
He complied without hesitation, it was so rare for Bellatrix to show affection that he had learned to not question it. Though she had become more and more so once she had gotten over the morning sickness. "Are you feeling better today?" he asked as Bellatrix curled with her head on his chest. He hesitated for a moment before beginning to stroke her hair, half-expecting a reprimand that did not come.
"They keep kicking," Bellatrix said quietly, eyes drifting shut as she guided Rodolphus's free hand to her stomach. "See, right there? I think that's Marishka... she's far more spirited than her brother."
Rodolphus chuckled as he felt the stirring under his hand. "Just like her mother then." He kissed her forehead. "What makes you think that it's Marishka who kicks harder? Might very well be Rostislav. Lestrange boys are quite spirited in case you don't remember."
"As though I could forget. But a mother knows these things."
"I think that's the first time I've heard you refer to yourself as a mother."
"That's because it's the first time I ever have."
"Are you always going to be this mellow?"
"Not once I'm able to sleep and eat regularly again, and actually do my job." Bellatrix yawned. "Then I'll be back to my normal self... hard to be like that when my body's changed so much."
"I'm not sure what to say to that."
"Then don't say anything. Just be quiet for awhile."
"Anything you say, Bella."