Prompt: Cat
2nd of February, 2025
Dear Diary,
I know, I know, I haven't written one in ages. Don't hate me. I know the last time I wrote was when I was fifteen, but this is important:
I'm pregnant.
Again.
I know!
I didn't want to get pregnant again. I was content with two. Dora is growing up really well for a four year old, and Remy's fine, he's always playing with Alyssa, Dominique's daughter.
But I am. Two months. Two months and two weeks. 10 weeks total.
We're going to have to move (again). At the moment we live near my parent's house, about fifteen minutes away. We're happy.
Teddy's an Auror and he's got lots of money, so we're thinking of buying up in France. Near my Grandmama and Grandpapa's house.
Did I mention Dora got a cat for Christmas? It's really a kneazle called Christine, as in, 'Christmas', but Remy calls it 'Christie' because he can't pronounce Christine.
Signed,
Vic/Vicy/Vicky/Toire/Tory/Torie/Victoire/Madamoiselle/Belle/Butterfly/Honey/Sweetheart/Victoire Fleur Weasley/Victoire Fleur Lupin/Victoire Weasley/Victoire Lupin/Victoire Lupin nee Weasley/Vic Weasley/Vicky Weasley/ Tory Weasley/Victory/Vic Lupin/Vicky Lupin/Tory Lupin/Victory for the colour change dude/Me/Mummy/Mama/Mother/Daughter/Granddaughter/ect/ect/ect/Okay now I'm getting bored of writing down all my alias' so goodbye.
