Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

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Fawn's POV

My skin tingled slightly as mama hovered her hands over my belly.

She was humming softly, staring into the large cauldron. Alastor was at her side, looking wide eyed with excitement.

Ever since I hit my third trimester, he's been in full blown daddy mode. It's like someone flipped some sort of switch...or like he's practicing?

I don't even know.

Every night he talks to my belly, just regularly as if he were talking to anyone else. He no longer lets me do any chores or anything of the sort.

I still go to work but technically I'm on a "leave" so I don't do anything. Niffty keeps me company usually, and she likes to touch my belly, especially since I'm very round now.

From the looks of things, we're getting pretty close!

"Alright, dear! Everything looks great, and you are doin' wonderful. The baby is healthy as ever. Only a few more weeks now," Edith said, removing her hand from my stomach.

I sighed softly, a happy smile resting on my lips.

I can't believe in a few weeks, I'm going to be a mother...it's all so surreal! I'm excited, but nervous at the same time.

Alastor and I seem to have switched places in terms of nerves. He used to be so nervous, and would often have me reassure him he was going to be a wonderful father.

And I do believe that, but now I'm having doubts about myself as a mother.

What if I can't live up to my mom? She taught me everything I know, and I hope I can be as great as her in raising my child...

I guess only time will tell.

Alastor came over and helped me sit up slowly, and I winced through the aching in my lower back.

"Breathe, my darling...look how far we've come! I'm so proud of you..." He cooed in my ear as he helped me sit up, rubbing my back gently.

"Thanks baby..." I exhaled and gave him a weak smile.

This pregnancy has definitely not been easy...not by a long shot. There's been a lot of sleepless nights, and tears, and occasionally an argument or two...

Well, more like I would get upset about something small, and Alastor would quickly diffuse the situation by holding me or singing to me.

But damn, I'm happy that we've basically made it.

Al stayed knelt by the couch, and was about to stand and help me to my feet when the baby kicked and I gasped, my hands flying over my stomach.

"What? What, dear, are you ok?" He asked me, suddenly sounding as if I were bleeding out on the ground.

I chuckled, "yes...the baby kicked me, is all," I assured him, and watched his panic settle as his eyes went to my stomach and softened.

He smiled tenderly and leaned down close to my belly, "now, you little fussy thing...stop kicking your mama," he said, putting his hands against my stomach to rub me.

The baby kicked again, harder.

His jaw dropped and he looked up at me with an expression of disbelief, "I believe our unborn child just sassed me, my love," he said, scoffing lightly.

I covered my mouth to stifle a giggle.

"Oh, so they're just like their daddy," I teased, to which he looked even more offended.

And then mama laughed, and he whipped around to face her.

"Ya got that right, sugar! You were a shit n' a half when you was little, ya brat!" She cackled, talking to Al.