There was something deliciously scandalous about sneaking into his fiancée's bed in the middle of the night. Elijah was enjoying the thrill of it. He knew his time would be short and that if anything, he'd have to get up in a few hours time just to sneak back across to the Slytherin dungeons. He should have been able to stay there though, with the woman he loved and the child he adored. But he knew, just as Chase knew, that life would have to go on again. No one could know he'd spent the night there for fear of several deaths in the Hufflepuff house.
How interesting that would be.
Elijah chuckled and kissed Chase's stomach. His fingers danced across her skin, barely touching the surface. Kitty, as responsive as ever, kicked back and Elijah grinned. Chase was probably right, he was no doubt annoying her. He liked that prospect though. He liked knowing that even with liquid and flesh and goodness knows what else between them, he could still annoy the hell out of his daughter. He could only do but imagine sitting at the foot of her cot in the mornings, tickling her feet until she kicked him in the face.
That was another thing Elijah needed to tell Chase on top of everything else. The enthusiastic grandfather had been kind and the enthusiastic great-grandfather had been even kinder. The two had bought them a house. Well, Viktor had bought the house, Anton had bought the stuff to go in it. It was lavishly furnished, stupidly so.
It reminded him a lot of the Manor but he'd already made his mark on it. There were tell-tale signs that daddy had been in the house. There were tell-tale signs that the children already had been too. Everything was painted, they all had their rooms. Elijah just had yet to mention it. Whatever the outcome, he'd have Fauve and Thierry out of Bulgaria and under his observation which was the way it needed to be if Thierry insisted on breaking bones at every twist and turn -- the little sod.
"She's going to be a drunk, just like her father." Elijah mumbled, kissing Chase's neck. "Might not be such a bad thing if she's got the same artistic flare and sex-" Elijah paused and then it dawned on him. Sex drive. She'd have the Krum sex drive. They all had it. It was a trait that was impossible to avoid along with being insanely charismatic, beautiful and downright fantastic. But who was Eli to brag? The point was that if his Kitty had that trait then she wasn't going to be let out of the house until she was at least fifty-five.
"I will bolt every window and make sure she can't get out. I will not have my daughter traipsing around screwing everyone within arms reach." After that statement, Elijah groaned loudly, knowing how ridiculous he sounded. It was almost pitiful. "Ignore me! I am full of bullshit. It makes me...so happy." Elijah chuckled and leaned down to kiss Chase before adding, "I'm serious though. Drunk artists I can handle. I cannot however be dealing with randy drunk artists that are also female and are bound to be overly emotional while intoxicated."
What on earth was he babbling about? There was a good chance that Kitty wasn't going to end up like her father or her grandfather or, even worse, her grandmother. She could get a good job at Gringott's or something equally boring yet sensible. What was he kidding? She was a Krum. The only slightly normal one was his great-aunt Rada and she took vodka shots with her tea!
"The dorms are," Elijah waved his hand, unable to find the words to elaborate with. "only off-limits if you think you are." He added after a moment. "As it is, I came in search of you with the right amount of optimism and...here I am!" Elijah smiled and kissed her chastely on the lips before allowing her to take him into her arms. Elijah rested his head in the crook of Chase's neck and sighed, content.
The peace did not last long. Elijah was promptly dropped against the pillows as Chase sat up. Mumbling incoherently to himself, Elijah pushed himself up and looked at her with concern.
"Chase I'm sure it's nothing. Baby, lay down...she's probably just turning over or something....sleep. I'm sure your back needs rest. She doesn't look like she's light." Elijah was tired now. He was beginning to get less and less coherent but what she said next was enough of a wake up call for anyone.
Elijah rested his head back against the pillows and let her take his hand. He pursed his lips and peered curiously at her swollen stomach. Everything looked alright. Elijah closed his eyes and hummed in response to what she was saying, not really listening, his mind turning back to rest.
"You're fine, you're fine. Kitty doesn't want to come out yet. Who would? You've got free food coming in regular-like and you're nice and warm. Then again, who really wants to be floating around in some sort of- wait what!?"
Elijah nigh on flew out of the bed, managing to hit his head on the wooden overhang. Cursing, Eli's hand went to the back of his head. He looked at Chase in disbelief, then Kitty, then Chase again. Then it dawned on him. That baby was coming.
"Jesus, Mary, Joseph...we've...we've..." Elijah's hands flew into his hair and he gripped the roots for what' felt like dear life. "Oh my God...oh my God...oh my God...is there like...a procedure for this? Do we need to go to the Hospital Wing? Do we add to the embarrassing stories we can tell in front of potential lovers by letting you have Kitty in a freezing cold dungeon in the middle of the night?"
What was he saying!?
"NO! We can't do that! That's ridiculous! Have your waters broken? Should I pack a bag? Should I go and get Elldir? Should I...oh my God...I'm going to be a father...I...shit...holy mother of god. We need to get you to a hospital!"