A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 50 - Magnolias or Daffodils?

The next morning, I woke with a dulling ache in between my legs, and as I staggered over to the bathroom while George was still sleeping, I was reminded of everything we did last night. A small smirk tugged at my lips at the passing images of the events. 

I decided to take a warm shower to ease my muscles, relieved when the warm water flowed over my tender skin. After a good time in the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and let my wet curls flow down the crane of my neck considering I was too lazy to blow dry it. I then walked out of the fogged-up bathroom and over to my closet, picking out my uniformed clothes for the day. I looked behind my shoulder to see George still sleeping surprisingly, so I chose to take my time with my morning routine, humming softly to the soft violin music that was playing on the recorder. 

I went about the room, letting my fingers imitate the notes of the violin - I hadn't played since I had last seen my grandmother over the summer. My mom had put me into violin classes when I was about 6, and with classes in school and outside of it, I had grown quite skilled at the instrument. I remember as a child not enjoying it much, but as I grew and noticed how happy my grandma would become when she heard me play, I didn't stop. What with our grandpa dying a couple of years back, I hated seeing her smile fade and energy lower, so if playing the wooden instrument brought her some kind of peace I wouldn't mind. 

I let the quiet tune of the violin direct me as I drifted around the room, doing small tasks while I was lost in my thoughts, enjoying the quiet morning. As Elise had begun sleeping more and more over at Cedric's dorm, something we had both agreed would be best, my mornings were now almost always calm. I mean you compare that to waking up every morning with the cooks doing the dishes or some loud shit, a younger sibling running around in pursuit of annoying everyone, brothers who either walk into your room with no permission to start their OWN conversations or making it their mission to provoke your morning anger, and a sister screaming at them for letting the dog in her room while she slept - This was heaven. 

But it had been so long since everyone lived at home; or should I say stayed in our residence in France. With my parents divorcing and all of us growing older, slowly but surely everyone began dispersing around the world. 
Andrew lives in New York in one of my mom's foundation's hotels working in the big banks.
Ethan lives in Australia as a CEO for his business.
Grace is volunteering in Ethiopia, giving vaccines to the people on her tour of Africa.
And my little sister lives in the main house in Bordeaux, France - that's where we all grew up and is where my mom's side of the family is from, but over time I grew suffocated of it all. 

That's where stuff slowly started devolving; when I moved to my dad's main house in Windsor, UK. It wasn't like I was moving in with him, since he was always traveling. He preferred staying in London and Tokyo, so I would only see him stay in the residence a few weeks a year. 

I met Elise in Windsor, and thankfully, she was the only girl who stayed close with me since due to my parent' occupations I would travel a bunch as well. Hence the languages, confusion, unstableness, and unattachments.

But that's off-topic.

The good news is... Andrew's wife, Natasha - Nat for short - is pregnant!  The fact has just not registered. Imagine me - The girl who started drinking at 14 and is now a borderline alcoholic, the one who is somehow in a gang, who has escaped death too many times to count and will continue to do so, the originator of bad decisions whose motto is that life is short and that we live on a floating rock - As an aunt. I withheld a laugh at the mere idea. I was going to be the coolest fucking aunt ever, but in terms of actually taking care of the child, maybe not the best idea... 

Wait- Nat announced her pregnancy five months ago... meaning that she'd be popping that child out in January. I wanted to hold the newborn, and the entire family would be taking days off of their lives to see it as well; how would I leave Hogwarts for a week? Not just for the academics, I could figure that out, but George? January is far away anyways.