Toxic Love

Finding A New Home

*The home below and the floor plan are custom made online to what I think the character would like. I hope you guys like the custom homes, I really liked making them.*

House hunting was now kicked into overdrive, even Brax was helping me look at this point.

We had a breakthrough around week 20 of my pregnancy, which isn't bad. With 3 people looking now, it'd only taken us 6 weeks to find something that fit what I was looking for.

"Here, it's in Wiltshire, it's literally right down the road. We could go look at it now." Brax said

We were currently at Malfoy Manor, for one of Tom's meetings, sitting in his office.

"I like it, it's cute." I replied

"Cute wasn't what I was going for, but ok. It has everything you're insisting on, the kitchen, 4 bedrooms, a formal dining room, and a porch. It also has a garage, not that you need it. Maybe you can use it for storage."

"Is there an open house? I don't want to just walk up to someone's home and ask to look around because I like the house and want to buy it."

"There's an open house next week"

"Ok, we'll go look at it next week then, we can bring Ev. We both know Tom isn't going to come with us. While he's making me come here when he has meetings now, everyone knows he doesn't want this baby. He's only bringing me to make sure I'm safe, he couldn't care less about the pregnancy. I'd hoped he'd come around to the idea of being a father, but he's not."

"You have to take his childhood into account Y/N. Growing up in an orphanage isn't the best of circumstances, and no child wants to go through that. He's probably scared he'll be a bad father."

"I know, I just wish he'd talk to me. I think he'll be a good dad, he just has to be patient with the baby like he is with me."

"That's asking for a lot, it took him years to get to where he is now in your relationship."

"I know, maybe I need to lower my expectations"

"No, just give him time."

When we got back to our apartment I tried showing the house Brax had found to Tom, but he just ignored me.

While he'd been more protective physically, he was blocking me out again emotionally. He hadn't even said more than 5 words to me a day since the pregnancy had been confirmed.

"Are you coming with me tomorrow or is Ev? I don't care either way, but I'd prefer it if it was you. We're supposed to find out the gender of the baby...."

"Bring Evan. I don't care"

"Ok...."

The next day I got up and ready to head to St. Mungos. It was a routine pregnancy appointment, but we were supposed to find out what we were having. While I wished Tom would come to at least one of these appointments, at least I had Ev.

At this point I was pretty sure my brother was a saint. He'd been so helpful, caring, and understanding during my pregnancy so far and he'd always been there for me to vent to.

I met Ev outside the hospital, both of us walking in together and heading to the second floor.

A nurse showed us to a room, and we waited for the healer to come in, thankfully we didn't have to wait long.

After knocking on the door, the healer entered the room.

"Are we ready to find out the gender of your baby Ms. Rosier?"

"Yes, sir, I am"

"Still no father I see. Not that I don't appreciate seeing you Mr. Rosier, it'd just be nice to see someone that's not related to Y/N by blood. The nurses are starting to ask questions...."