Who would have thought it? [Chaennie]

Chapter 20

Jennie was jerked from sleep by an incessant tapping at her shoulder.

“Mnnn, not now mom,” Jennie murmured sleepily.

“Jennie!” Roseanne hissed, “I need you to get up and make me some food!

Jennie pulled herself into a tight little ball in bed, groaning as she awoke properly.

“Roseanne,” Jennie groaned, “I have an exam and a job interview tomorrow!”

“Oh, very well,” Roseanne huffed sulkily, “And I was so sure I could think of a very creative way to reward you…”

Jennie sat up straight away, her eyebrows raising.

“Err, what were you thinking?” Jennie asked, glad Roseanne couldn’t see her blushing in the darkened room.

Roseanne clapped her hands together, delighted.

“Nothing complex,” Roseanne said happily, “Just a fried fillet of fish drizzled in chocolate sauce.”

“Eurgh! Merlin's beard, Roseanne!” Jennie scrunched her nose up, “Your pregnancy cravings are the worst.”

“Jennie Kim,” Roseanne growled, “Do not speak that way to the mother of your child.”

Jennie at least had the good sense to be scared of a hormonal Veela, getting up very promptly. She turned on the lamps and saw Roseanne's eyes had the silvery flecks again.

“I’m on it!” Jennie yelped, heading out the door and down the stairs.

When she got to the kitchen, she was surprised to see that the light was already on and Bambam was bustling around with an armful of food. He was in stripy pajamas and his hair was tousled.

“You craving a midnight snack too?” Bambam asked, his mouth already full of what appeared to be chunk of ham.

“Roseanne has pregnancy cravings again,” Jennie yawned, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand.

“Oh! Well, what does she feel like?” Bambam asked.

“Fried fish smothered in chocolate sauce,” Jennie replied with distaste, wrinkling her nose, “Pregnancy cravings really can be bizarre.”

“Hmm, okay, well I’ll whip that up for you,” Bambam said, depositing all his food items on the countertops.

“Really? Why would you do that for me?” Jennie asked, leaning against the table.

“I’m cooking anyway,” Bambam replied, grabbing a drumstick from a pile of leftovers and taking a bite, “And you look bloody tired.”

“Oh.. Well.. Thanks, Bambam,” Jennie replied gratefully, leaning more heavily against the table, “I really am tired.”

Bambam chortled.

“Yeah, well, it’s only gonna go downhill in the sleep department once the little tyke actually arrives, J,” Bambam grinned, setting to work cooking.

Jennie couldn’t help the large grin that grew on her face.

“Yeah.. But then I’ll have a baby, Bambam,” Jennie replied almost dreamily, “A baby with Roseanne.”

“Lucky sod,” Bambam commented jealously, “You know you’re the envy of pretty much every wizard and witch alive that fancies women, right?”

“Honestly? I get it now,” Jennie sighed, “She’s.. She’s really something, Bambam.”

Bambam turned to look at Jennie and pulled a face.

“I’ve only been telling you that for years!” Bambam exclaimed, “You gave me such a hard time for being into her during Fourth Year.”