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𝕿he concept of there being a spy with the dark mark inked into their forearm amongst Order members, most certainly heightened both Remus and I's protective nature.
We stayed as normal as we possibly could be whilst around the group of witches and wizards, not wanting to potentially come across as suspicious, leading to a worse position for ourselves if the traitor happened to realise we were on to them.
We mostly refrained from talking about the Order, War and Wizarding World situation unless we were sure we were alone, mostly chatting to James and Regulus, who had informed all of us that St Mungos were doing magical trials and experiments to see if they could allow same sex couples the opportunity to have a baby of their own — they thought they may as well try it whilst the program was going. Monty and Mia were delighted with the news to say the least.
Remus and I had decided we would probably reveal my pregnancy soon, considering my bump was only swelling more day by day — and started to look rather generous under Remus' sweaters that seemed to hide it well before. Potentially, we didn't want to stray any attention away from Regulus and James with their news, though we assumed if all goes well with their baby — ours would go to Hogwarts together.
Perhaps an early Christmas present.
We'd managed to tell Newt and Lyall together when we had brought them over one morning to show them the sonogram, the latter over the moon with the prospect of a grandchild — Lyall particularly happy that we had been able to tell Hope of the news before she had passed, a tearful smile spreading across his lips when we had told him what she had apparently said the first time I had come over to the cottage before Remus and I were even together.
Today was Monday.
Monday means I get to see Scarlette because it's the worst day of the week and we need to be cheered up, as we had always done since first year.
So when the door knob of our bedroom twisted quietly, and the sound of slippers shuffling against the floorboards stirred me from my sleep, a sleepy, contented smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. My eyes stayed closed, though knowingly shuffling my back further into a light snoring Remus— still recovering from the previous full moon— my hand resting cautiously of my bump as she burrowed herself underneath our blankets with a soft sigh.
Scarlette blinked groggily, her eyes tracing the pillow lines that mark the veela's face, as she had began to bring herself around. Heart enlarging and a warm fuzziness building in her stomach, she held her hand up lazily, smoothing back some of the nested pearlescent strands, bringing herself forward to brush her lips against her forehead, whispering,
"Good morning, Wills"
My lips parted, mouth widening as a silent yawn emitted— perhaps leading me to look somewhat of a cat. Her rasped laugh shook the bed ever so slightly, causing me to peer my chocolate eye open towards her, locking on her own as she kept her face inches from mine to allow maintain the close warmth that blocked out the winter temperatures from outside. Remus was a heater system against my back anyway, i'd never be cold.
