Chapter 1: London, July 30th 1980
A deep shot of pain jabbed in her abdomen, causing Alice to double over. She gave a yelp of pain, but as she composed herself a smile began to play on her lips.
"Frank!" She called to her husband. "He's coming!"
A large amount of scuffling and banging was heard before a rather breathless and red-faced man poked his head around the doorframe.
Alice's eyes twinkled with the growing warmth radiating throughout her body, holding him in her gaze, sharing their moment of pure joy, until another sharp stab in her stomach urged them back into reality.
Frank jumped into action, trying to remember the plan he went through every idle moment of the day. He grabbed the bag of clothes waiting patiently by the door and ran to Alice who gently placed her hand on his arm and held on tight.
Although Alice was of course well versed with disapparation, the tugging and stretching of the journey proved too much in her pregnant state. As soon as they landed, Alice rushed over to the bins of the dark alley they had landed in and began vomiting violently, losing her diner, lunch, and quite a bit of breakfast in the process. Frank rubbed her back comfortingly and she soon stopped shaking. Alice stood straight and rubbed her stomach - the pain still jabbing inside her while Frank scanned the tight alleyway for any muggles that may have accidently stumbled upon them. When they were sure no one was around, a rather nauseated Alice ambled over to the brick wall closely followed by Frank who tapped 3 precise bricks that slowly crumbled away leaving an open passageway to Paragon alley.
They hurriedly made their way towards St. Philomene's, ignoring the odd wail from . They pushed their way through the heavy double doors and made a beeline straight for the witch waiting idly at her desk tapping a strange rhythm.
"Hi, erm, my wife has just, erm, gone, she's, well she's just…"
"Gone into labor," Finished Alice helpfully for her flustered husband.
"Ahhh!" A large pain stabbed at her abdomen as she squeezed onto his arm.
The witch at the desk tapped a parchment with her wand and smiled sympathetically up at Alice. It was evident that she was used to this as she serenely sat back in her chair – continuing to tap a rhythm into her desk. At that moment a wizard in pearly white robes strolled towards them. He looked cheery and grinned at them as he approached Alice.
"I'm guessin' the missus is the one in laba'!" Chuckled the wizard with a strong cockney accent. Alice smiled at the man while Frank gave a nervous laugh.
"Ma name's Ian, if you'd jus' like ta follow me!" he gestured towards Alice. "I'm afraid ya'll have ta wait in here." He grinned at Frank. He looked reluctantly at Alice and held his hand up to her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his palm.
"I'll be ok." She whispered.