Grace hated the bulge.
Grace was indeed pregnant. Had been for some time, and of course she didn't know about it. She hadn't told Aubrin yet, as she was terrified. But of course, he would be thrilled. Grace would soon come to be that way as well, as soon as she stopped grimacing at how awkward she was walking, it was almost a waddle.
Names for the baby were already chosen, Grace made sure of that. Oswin for a girl, Rory for a boy. When Grace thought of them she screamed aloud in happiness. Aubrin hadn't been home in account of Quiddich, so Grace had plenty of time to tell him about her baby.
Baby. How scary of a commitment.
Walking into the Leaky Cauldron, Grace's nose and cheeks were tinged pink with cold. Grace waddled to a seat and quickly ordered a butterbeer. She looked at the menu and sighed, realizing that she would have to choose carefully. Only that morning Grace was eating eggs for breakfast, and she vomited them up. The baby hated them. Frowning, she didn't like the hassle of being pregnant.
As Grace let out a yawn, she stretched her arms back. As she did that, she hit someone and heard a glass break. Always the clumsy one. Getting up quickly, Grace winced with pain, placing a hand on the bump. "Are you okay?" Grace blinked, hoping the answer was yes.
by Grace Sweeney Fri Sep 21, 2012 12:15 am
