When You Were Mine | Falice

Pain

Mini time jump!

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The months go by slowly. Agonizingly slow.

Fred visits every Thursday, sometimes bringing along Hermione for extra company. He brings her candy and books to keep her occupied while Hal brings her homework and a headache.

She aches for FP, just to talk to him.

Fred's been visiting him on her behalf, but even still, she wishes it was her seeing him.

"How is she?" FP asks.

"She's good. Bored, but good."

"How about our boy?"

"Growing like a weed. She's huge." FP smiles.

"God I wish I could see her."

"Well I may or may not have snuck in a camera when I went to see her. I snapped a picture of her and the bump for ya, left it with the lady at the front."

"Thank you! Seriously you have no idea how much it means to me."

"I know how shitty it must be in here, figured it's the least I could do."

"When he's born can you get a picture for me? I mean I'm sure she'll come visit but I want to have a picture."

"Yeah, course I'll do that for you." Fred promises. "Pretty sure he's gonna be a soccer player with how much he's kicking. Anytime I hug her I get kicked in the gut by him."

FP smiles. "That's my boy."

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She's been feeling uncomfortable all day, had told that to one of the Sister's but none of them really paid much mind to her concerns.

She's been in and out of sleep for the past couple of hours, having an aching cramp-like pain in her abdomen.

She walks over to her door, clutching her stomach tightly as the pain gets worse. She tries to open the door but it's locked. They always lock them in their rooms at night.

She takes a deep breath and starts walking around her room, hoping it will help with the pain. She assumes it's just false labour, Chic isn't due for another couple weeks.

But her thoughts are proven wrong when she feels wetness run down her legs. She looks down and sees a puddle at her feet's, the pin worsening. She's definitely in labour.