❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
rewr...
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TIME SEEMED TO STAND STILL in the bathroom up on the second floor of the Lupin household. Not an utterance nor murmur was passed from pursed lips, three pairs of eyes staring at a simple piece of plastic within the grasp of one completely bewildered witch. She had yet to speak, or even begin to move her mouth, her brain still too fuddled with a million and one thoughts that all mushed together to form a giant blob of indescribable emotions. Sirius, still with a gentle arm of support around their daughter, gave her side a soft squeeze after a few more minutes into the silence.
Remus still sat on her other side, his thumb repeatedly skidding across the base of her hunched spine as his own version of support, "Are you alright?" He questioned softly, his eyes trained on the side of her face.
"I'm..." Her voice faded in and out of her own ears, dazed as her sight was stuck to the plastic stick that held such valuable and terrifying information, "Good Godric – I'm with child."
"How very 1800s of you, Pup," Sirius snorted quietly, his heart beating nearly ten times as fast as before; a stupidly fond smile curling his lips upward regardless.
"I'm going to have a baby," Rebecca uttered bewilderedly, her abdominal muscles clenching involuntarily at the mere thought before they quickly released at the same time she released another incredulous breath, "oh my god –"
"You know," Remus began slowly, his lips tweaking upward in a teasing manner, "I think 'I told you so' is in order..."
"When did you know?" Sirius questioned accusingly, his eyebrows furrowing and a pout curling his lips downward, "and why didn't you tellme?"
"I only put one and one together," The sandy-haired man retorted with a roll of his eyes, "it's not exactly rocket science to correlate certain symptoms with a rather familiar diagnosis –"
"...I'm sorry, what?"
Remus blinked blankly at him, "I was around Artemis when she was pregnant, then Lilyflower, and now Nymphadora," when he got a short nod, he continued, "so it was fairly easy for me to make connections between them all and come to the same conclusion, " He deadpanned, looking rather unimpressed and slightly disappointed in his husband's lack of intuition.
"See that, I understood." Sirius stated simply, earning a flick to the shell of his ear.
Finally realizing that the witch between them had yet to speak another word in some time, both men had began to quiet down from their amused chuckles. They shared a glance behind her lowered head, shifting gazes to look on either side of her downcast face – her eyes back to staring down at the two pink lines between her clammy palms. If he was correct, and he usually was; Remus could see the beginnings of a glistening that began to coat her irises. Even beneath the dim light above the sink, he could see her fingertips beginning to tremble in their grasp around the test and her teeth beginning to graze the insides of her cheek.
