Deamus: The untold story.

Relaxation.

Sun strayed threw white blinds, casting rays of gold across his bare chest. He squinted as his face reached the blinding light. " Ahhh!"
He move around in reach of his beloved that protected him from such horrors but all he found was a cold bed. He was alone.
Huffing, he fell out of bed and went in search of the warmth he'd been hoping for.
" Dean?" He called out. " Dean?!" He said sleepily and slightly grumpy.
He looked everywhere, he couldn't find anyone. The girls weren't in their rooms or in the playroom, they were gone.
Entering the kitchen, he held out his hand, he was awaiting something.
"Wiz" and wood smacked the Irishman's palm.
He swished it around at the radio, it began to sing, making him feel less alone, with this thought a single tear trickled down his freckled face. He tapped the kettle and it streamed and a cup, tea bag, a lump of sugar and milk began to pour and stir itself.
Clink* Clink*
Scratching claws tapped against the window and Shay raised his head.
" Bertie?" He opened the window and the sandy owl perched upon the kitchen island nudging Seamus. Bertie dropped the letter in his hand.
" What's this?" He said fussing with the owl's feathers.
Dear Shay,
I've taken the girls out for the day. I know you needed a day to relax. So have a warm bath. The fridge is fully stocked and I've put out all your favourite shows and movies.
Be back later
Love, Dean. X
" That's explains it. Daddy's taken the girls out. Guess it just you and me kiddo." Seamus stroked his now enormous swollen stomach up and down, making the infant inside move at the sensation.
It was such a strange feeling, to have a live entity growing within you. Seamus wasn't sure exactly where he was growing and was way to afraid to ask.
" We've come along way, little one." Seamus sat their thinking back.
He thought back: there were times where Seamus couldn't leave their on suite for the fear he'd puke on his in-laws so Dean had entertain a whole party to celebrate the company without half the couple, Times where he was so cold He stood outside the girls school in a massive puffy coat when everyone else was in shorts and vests, Times where he'd would wake up floating or if he got stressed he'd start sparking and setting things on fire and many more from strange tastes and unplanned and uncontrolled apparitions to the Weasleys because he knew it was roast dinner.
Let's just say pregnancy was weird. And magic made it weirder.
Seamus pushed up against the cool wood of his stool and waddled down the spacious corridor.
He waved and whisked his wand around levitating teddies, toys, blankets and pillows back into their rightful places.
Magic had become a huge part of their lives; the girls had been placed on Hogwarts waiting list after interviews with Neville and the Wizarding council of education; News laws came into power that interviewed young children that might be at risk of becoming an Obscurial or at risk of uncontrollable magic, these children were put on an advanced curriculum to allow their magic to grow and develop healthy. Before being placed at age 11 at Hogwarts.  Aileen's talent had grown as she did, at almost 4, She was one of the most leading witches in her advanced classes but fell back on the fact she had next to no patience to practice.
Arabella, at 5 and half, had mastered the art of telekinesis with her hands and now was practicing using just her mind to focus thoughts and levitation on others and objects.
As objects fell back into their rightful place, Seamus waddled back into the open plan kitchen/ living room, crashing into the squishy middle of the large L shaped coach.
As the tv was switched on, the hours passed, day turned to night and Seamus' eyes slowly squinted until darkness enveloped his mind.
" Shay. Honey? Hon? Wake up. We're home." Dean whispered as he kissed Seamus' rosy cheek.
His eyes open to warm living light and the smell of great food.
" Hey. When did you get in?"
" An hour ago. The girls are in their Pjs ready for take away we brought and snuggles with their papas."
As Dean declared this the girls came running in.
" Papa!" Aileen ran at Seamus in her pink flower onesie full force.
Arabella stood at the door way, eyes staring directly at her sister.
The world seemed so slow as Bella levitated her sister so it looked like she was flying then as time began again she gently lay her next to her father.
" Again! Again!" Aileen screamed with delight.
" Ail, No so fast next time! I almost didn't have you."
" Okay. Magic is a luxury not a necessity. Let's leave it for tonight and eat, okay?" Dean stated.
" Okay. Daddy." The girls replied.
As they sat on the coach, snuggled and feasting on their take away. Seamus and Dean we're both thinking about what the future may hold.
What their baby would look like? And how the family dynamic would change for a 3rd time. It was difficult and scary but looked for to.
Their next adventure would be full of surprises and they couldn't wait, as they looked down at their beautiful daughters who slept peacefully on their father's sides.
" We should put them to bed." Seamus stayed
" Yeah. I'll take Bell , can you manage Ail?"
" Yeah. I'm good. Go, I'll see you in bed."
As Seamus lifted her little limp body, a twinge a pain spread through his lower body and disappeared again.
He dismissed in fear but he knew it wouldn't be long now. Magic is strong but fate is stronger.

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I know it's bad but there will be more. I'm just trying to fight writer's block at the moment.
So any ideas would be helpful.
Love, Hero. X