I didn't ask to go down this path. I didn't choose it.

I'm expecting Lily to try and understand.

I'm expecting Roxy to disapprove but understand anyway.

I'm expecting Victoire to make snide remarks about me.

I'm expecting Dad to disown me.

I'm expecting Al to stick with me.

I'm expecting Hugo to stick up for me against Dad.

I'm expecting Mum to agree with Hugo.

I'm expecting James to want to kill him.

I'm expecting Molly to never speak to me again.

I'm expecting Lucy to know exactly how I feel.

I'm expecting Fred to try and make it all into a joke.

I'm expecting Scorpius to not believe me.

I'm expecting Lorcan and Lysander to tell me some profound shit that won't help me in the slightest.

I'm expecting Aunt Luna to do the same.

I'm expecting Teddy to be cool about it.

I'm expecting Louis to beat people up for me about it.

I'm expecting Dominique to relate to me.

I'm expecting Alice, Maddie and Ally to trust me.

And most of all...

I'm expecting a baby.