The Years Between || G.W

2009- Walter's POV

***A/N*** Hey guys! How are you all? I didn't realize how long it's been since I wrote a Walter POV so I wrote this today. It's not very long, promise the next chapter will be longer. Till then, toodles! xx

----------------------------------------------

"Where's the broom!?" Lee screams from downstairs.

"Right where I left it! In the cupboard in the kitchen!" I shout back.

"There are lots of cupboards in the kitchen Clarence!"

"Only one big enough to hold a broom Jordan!"

I look back into the mirror and fix the bowtie around my neck. We're meeting with a mother today, a pregnant mother who doesn't want to keep her baby. Hermione managed to pull some strings and get us on the top of the list when it comes to wizard adoption and todays the day.

She chose us out of a long list of wizards. Wizards and witches who want a child and can't have one for whatever reason it may be, and she chose us.

She bloody chose us.

"Accio broom!" I hear Lee shout as I come down the stairs. It's immedietly followed by a shriek and the clatter of plates hitting the ground.

"Oh yeah," I say rounding the corner and walking through the hallway into the kitchen, "She's definitely going to pick us, with broken glass all over the floor."

"I'm nervous okay?" Lee huffs as he charms the broom to clean up, "What if she doesn't like us? What of she's homophobic?"

"Our application says that we're both blokes mate," I remind him.

Lee rolls his eyes, "Right but what if she missed that part? Lee can be a feminine name!"

I cross the kitchen, narrowly avoiding the broom, and take Lee into my arms, "It'll go great, and she'll chose us. And we'll have a beautiful baby girl all to ourselves."

Lee pulls away from me and smiles, "We're going to have a baby girl."

I kiss his forehead, "We are, and we're going to be the best fathers in the entire world. George Weasley has nothing on us."

"Has the front walk been shovelled? Do we even own a shovel? I don't want her slipping on ice," Lee pulls fully away from me now and dashes off, "And we need hot coco! That won't hurt the baby right? Hot drinks? Like if it's too hot when it hits her stomach it's not going to burn the baby?"

"Darling," I say to him.

Lee pulls open the front door, "Yes, yes, take a breath. I know okay?" He says before the door closes behind him.

I chuckle to myself as I go into the living room to straighten out the sofa. Don't get me wrong, I'm bloody terrified that she's going to say no. I've wanted a kid with Lee for as long as I can bloody remember. We're good people. Great people, and she's going to see that. She's going to chose us.

I'm sure of it.

Lee comes back into the house after a few hours, reeking of cigarette smoke and covered in snow, "It's coming down hard out there," He says to me, "Wonder if she'll be able to make it."

"She's magic, I'm sure she'll manage."

"Pregnant and magic!" Lee wails, "You can't apparate when you're pregnant!"

"She can probably drive you know," I say, trying to calm him down, "I'm sure she can drive or has someone to drive her."

"When she's supposed to get here?" He hangs his coat in the closet and comes into the living room to be with me, "She should be here by now."