In June of 1989, Hermione and Robert must have had sex. The reason why I am saying it like that is because she gave birth to her son in March of 1990. That sounds weirdly scientific, but it is just simple math. March minus nine months equals June. I guess. In order to not break their parents heart – it was widely unforgiveable to have a child before being married, Robert proposed to her a few days after she told him about it.
They told their families about it in late August of 1989. Hermione's father was very happy. She was the first out of his children to get married. Roberts mother was the only one out of his family to feel excited about the wedding.
They got married in October. It was a nice, small wedding, nothing too expensive. It just had to be done before the birth of her child.
That child turned out to be the only thing that held them together after they got married. Robert had problems at his job, he got fired right after the wedding. They spent their first Christmas as a married couple in separate places. Robert was alone in their small house, the same small house I grew up in by the way, Hermione went to see her mother.
[Dec 25 / 1989] – age 16
Robert and I didn't spend Christmas together. I keep telling myself it is no big deal, but I wanted to be with my family. My dad keeps drinking and gets on my mums nerves a lot, but Robert doesn't agree to seeing our families.
I think it is because he feels like he was a mistake. His siblings hate him, for whatever reasons. And his mother has this weird way of looking at him whenever he visits her.
I'm very sad. He didn't even call to say Merry Christmas. He must have spent the night at home reading a book or cooking some weird ukranian meal and devouring it all by himself. What a sad person. I can only shake my head to that.
He really is pathetic sometimes. I fell in love with him because he was daring, cheeky... now it feels like it was all just a façade.
Maybe things will get better when our child is born. I am excited. I hope it is a girl. Robert hopes it will be a boy, I know that. He would never admit it but I'm sure he does.
Maybe I'll call him tomorrow. I am sure we can work this out.
Hermione M.
Robert did pick up the phone call the next day and apologised. He said he was insecure about going to meet her family as he always felt he wasn't good enough. He still feels like that sometimes today. It makes me really sad. They worked on their differences. They found their way back to each other but the next crisis was about to come and it wasn't going to be easy to overcome.
In January, Hermione started her new job as a secretary to some attorney. It was an old friend of her family who promised to employ her for the time being. For the time she was able to work before and after her pregnancy.
She came home late a few days in a row and Robert grew suspicious. They talked about it and Hermione told him he had nothing to worry about.
He believed her, because he was in love with her.
[Mar 11 / 1990] – age 16
I am slowly getting annoyed of this pregnancy. I can't walk much anymore. I can't work. All I do is sit at home and wait for that stupid baby to get out of me. Robert helps me with everything. He cooks – which I appreciate about him. He cleans to his best abilities and he works overtime to ensure we're getting on by.
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Hermione
General Fiction(Sequel/Prequel to 'Wailing Wall') This is the story of Hermione WHitaker written by her behated daughter in collaboration with the journals she used to write from the age of nine to the day she died.