A/N: This whole story is for the Alphabet Challenge by A Bittersweet Smile. I'm really looking forward to this, so let's get started!
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns it all.
Apple- September 30, 2035
Lucy walked slowly down the long, spiraling staircase in her and Lorcan's home. Her hand was on her stomach, hoping to quell the growling persisting stubbornly. She looked, dismayed, toward the swollen part of her body, where her and Lorcan's first child was currently residing. After making her way- finally- down the staircase, she proceeded into the kitchen, where Lorcan was sitting, reading a copy of The Quibbler, sent to him that morning by none other than his twin brother, Lysander. A half-eaten apple lay on the table just to the right of his hand.
"Lorcan?" Lucy asked, waiting until he had fully glanced up from the magazine before continuing. "Are you going to eat the rest of that apple?"
Lorcan smiled at her. "Why would you want the apple? You just ate scrambled eggs, bacon, two pieces of toast, and a big glass of orange juice," he reminded her.
Lucy's lower lip quivered, and her eyes welled up with suppressed tears. "B-But Lorcan…" she whined. "I do have cravings, you know. Plus, I'm eating for two now," she whimpered.
Lorcan frowned. "Are you sure? I could be infected with some terrible case of Dragon Pox, and I wouldn't want our baby to catch it," he added, with a concerned glance at Lucy's swollen stomach.
"Oh, so you only care about our baby catching it, and not me?" Lucy grinned at his baffled expression before continuing. "I think I'll take my chances," she said, picking up the apple and kissing him lightly on the cheek before wandering back upstairs.
Lorcan sniggered behind his Quibbler as she got further and further away. What she doesn't know, he thought, glancing covertly to the new puppy that they had gotten just the day before, is that the apple was started by the dog, not me.