A/n: Hey there :D
So this story has been a long time in the making and I just love Rose/Scorpius pregnancy stories.I really hope you enjoy this. If you're a Taking Back Sunday Fan you'll notice that this story (and many of my others) are inspired by and titled after Taking Back Sunday songs and/or Lyrics. I suggest listening to TAking Back Sunday's newest, self-titled album. It's about the lead singer, his new wife, and the beautiful baby boy they've fought for. It's amazing. ;) As always I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it, Harry Potter and his realm of awesomeness are owned by J.K. Rowling not me, and I love your reviews!
Thanks for reading,
Bee
Chapter 1: The Morning After
Pregnancy sucks. It just does. It sucks big time. The sickness, the stress, and the worry are just too much to handle. Not to mention the fact that when you're seventeen you have to tell the parentals. That is a nightmare, but it's not half as bad as telling the father. That is absolute torture. Then again telling Scorpius might be cake considering who my parents are. War heroes, former Gryffindors, Ministry officials they are the complete epitome of perfect parents. Or so that's what everyone thinks. My mother's a control freak and my father is a complete nutcase most times. Perfection? Ha!
Anyway back to my problem: child on board. I'm freaking out here! I mean what the bloody hell should I do? I have no idea how to be a mum! What if something goes wrong? What if my parents shun me? What if Scorpius denies that the baby is his? I'll be out on the streets with nothing but the clothes on my back and a baby in my arms! I can't live like that. What kind of life is that? It's official: being Rose Weasley right now just sucks. Big time.
I have no idea what I should do now. I mean I know I have to tell my parents and Scorpius obviously, but that's easier said than done. I just need to gain control right now. I can figure this out, I know I can. I just need to calm down and start from the beginning. Scorpius and I had spontaneous sex. Spur of the moment, huge oh my gosh, this is happening now, what the hell just happened, I can't believe we just did that sex. That's a great start. Next we ignore it. We act as if nothing happened; everything is the same though it's really not. Then I'm late. No monthlies for more than two months. Red flags go up so I resort to a muggle pregnancy test. (I've never been much a fan of pink but let me tell you I have never hated pink more in my life than I did at that moment.) So it's positive. Next step: freak out. Duh!
I mean I can barely take care of myself let alone another little life inside of me! Breathe Rosie just breathe. That's right inhale and exhale. My chest heaves up and down as I try to get a grip on my heart rate. It's shooting about a hundred miles per hour right now and that can't be good for the baby. Look at me! I'm already thinking about it. It's barely even more than a ball of cells right now. I'm getting far too ahead of myself. The stick is still stuck in between my unmoving fingers as I sit here and think. My feet are going numb because my legs are scrunched up against the rim of the bathtub as I sit on the loo. My feet are really starting to hurt and my legs are numb. I should get up, but I feel like I'm glued to the spot.
I know I should get over this but my mind just can't get a grip on this whole situation. Never in my entire life have I ever imagined that I would be having Malfoy's child, ever. I simply loath him. He's insufferable and I have no idea how Al can be such good friends with him. He's so, so, so… urgh! That's the only way I can describe it. Urgh. It's like he lives his life just to annoy me. He enjoys my anger and irritation uncontrollably. And to make matters worse I find myself liking his attention even though he irks me to no end. It's confusing. One moment we were arguing fiercely in the room of requirement next he kisses me and we're passionately making love! I mean come on, how does that happen? Hold on. Rewind: did I just say making love? No I was wrong. It was sex, just sex, not love. I don't love Malfoy, that's impossible. Weasleys don't love Malfoy's and vice versa. Besides he'd probably end up breaking my heart. Nope I definitely won't love Malfoy no matter what happens.
I stand and stretch my stiff legs. I feel small all of the sudden. Like I'm just a tiny speck in the universe and this baby won't mean a thing to anyone but me. For Malfoy it'll be just a mistake, to my parent's it'll be their disappointment, to my friends it'll be their disgust, and to everyone else it'll be another fatherless child with a teenage mother. I hope it looks like me, so I don't have to answer too many questions when it gets older. I really don't need one of those, "Mum, why don't I look like you?" conversations. Of course I'm going to keep it. I won't get a abortion because of my irresponsibility. Don't get me wrong every woman has a right to choose but I just think that I need to take responsibility for my actions. Adoption is out of the question, I can't do that. I don't have the heart. I get attached too easily. I see a puppy in a store, it waves its tail, and I'm hooked.
I'm lost in my thoughts but I can feel my feet moving. I'm out in the hallway now and going down the stairs. I swallow hard and jut out my stubborn Granger chin. I look almost exactly like my mother. Her nose, mouth and ears, all from her. My chin and stubborn set jaw, definitely hers. I even yell like her, but there's no mistaking that I'm not a Weasley. I have the flaming red hair and piercing blue eyes to prove it. Luckily my hair is wild but not curly like my mothers. I'm on the landing now. Only one more flight of stairs and I'll be in the bright blue and yellow kitchen.
I reach the kitchen and watch the scene before me. My mother is at the oven putting the kettle on the burner. She's talking animatedly to my father who's sitting at the kitchen table with the Daily Prophet in his hands. They're arguing, bickering really. For once I wish they would just stop. I mean seriously, they love each other, you could just tell, but hearing them bickering back and forth non stop is tiring. It's like a surreal scene in one of those really cliché movies where we're all just one big happy family until something goes wrong and we're all torn apart. I really hope this doesn't tear my huge family apart. The test result is still clenched in my hands and I don't know how else to tell them, so I walk to the table and set the test on a napkin on the table. I'm standing, waiting patiently hoping they'll notice me soon so I can just get this over with. I know, I'm ever so blunt, so sue me.
My mother turns around and smiles at me.
"Hi Rosie," she greets me. My father looks up from the Prophet and smiles his hullo and goes back to reading. My mother is the first one to notice that something's not quite right with me. She gives me a small frown and opens her mouth to speak. She stops dead in her tracks as she looks down at the test lying in front of me. The bright pink is screaming at her wide chocolate eyes. Instantly she figures it out and her eyes narrow in anger.
"Who?" she growls at me. I've only ever heard her use that voice once before in my life, and I sincerely pray that I never hear it again. Last time she used that voice was when I had tried to get Hugo to make an unbreakable vow not to speak ever again. I was seven, Hugo was five, and Mum was more than pissed. She was livid. She's glaring at me still and I'm at a loss for words. I don't know what to say. How about "I'm sorry, Mum. It was just a quick shag between enemies and well you can't exactly hurt me right now. There's a baby in my uterus remember? Right well that's all I wanted to say. Just make sure you remember not to kill me. I'm pregnant and hurting a pregnant girl is immoral."? What the hell am I supposed to say to her?
"Who?" she yells. Her scream rattles my brain and catches the attention of my father, who's been oblivious until now.
"Hermione what are you on… about?" his eyes find the pregnancy test on the table and he stares in horror at the bright pink stick.
"Is that…?" he can't even finish the question. He knows but no one wants to say it. None of us wants to realize that I'm not perfect, that I made a huge mistake, that I'm not their innocent baby, that I'm pregnant. Dad's mouth goes into a straight line and his eyes harden. He looks grim and he's wearing his, "I'm-going-to-blow-up-and-kill-someone" face. He looks from the stick to me and back again. Suddenly he's standing and advancing towards me. I think he's going to hit me, but I throw away that notion as he walks straight passed me and out of the front door. He didn't even look at me. He's ashamed of me, he hates me, and I get the feeling that I can no longer consider myself his daughter.
I can barely see now. Tears are clouding my eyes and no matter how much I will them to stay behind my eyelids the tears roll down my cheeks like a bloody waterfall. All I'm thinking is he hates me, he hates me, he hates me. Over and over again I replay the last few minutes in my head. My dad's gone. He just walked right out of my life without a word. I know my dad's temperamental, but he could have at least stayed for me. I need him now more than ever and he just abandoned me. I'm almost on my own. I'm scared. Who's going to help me? I can't do this by myself. My mother has never taken her eyes off me though she cringed when she heard the door slam. I know she wants to do the same as my dad had and walk out on me right now, but her curiosity is killing her. She needs an explanation and she won't stop until she gets the whole story. Typical Hermione Weasley.
"I—I" my voice gets caught in my throat and I cough. I'm a bloody mess. I probably look horrible right now. Blue eyes puffy and bloodshot, hair frazzled and messy, nose running and as red as my hair.
"I'm scared mum." I confess as she stares at me. "I don't know what to do." My knees feel weak and shaky. They buckle underneath me but my mum catches me before I fall. That's my mum. Always catching me when I fall. She's my knight in shining armor. She maneuvers a chair from the table and sits down on it. I'm too big to be sitting on her lap but she pulls me towards her anyway. She cradles my head and rocks me back and forth as I cry on her shoulder. This is painful for me, emotionally and physically. My chest and eyes hurt. I feel like vomiting and my head aches considerably. On the emotional side this is too much of an overload. I'm pregnant by a boy I hate, my dad just walked out on me and I'm pouring my heart and soul full of tears out to my mum. I'm not really one to show weakness like this and it hurts my pride most of all to admit that I'm scared and in a situation that I shouldn't be in.
She's still rocking me back and forth saying over and over, "You'll be ok Rosie. You'll be ok." But it won't be ok, will it? My universe and my future is crumbling down. I know she's only trying to help, though she's really not, so I stay quiet and don't say anything as I sob harder and harder. My mother carries me up "honey-moon" style so I'm assuming she put some type of charm on me to make me lighter. I feel like I'm floating but I still have the weight of my word on my shoulders. It's a load to rival Atlas's. My mother puts me down in my soft bed. The comforter is a soft yellow and spring green. It smells like a lily which is my favorite flower and my favorite cousin. The thought of Lily makes me feel a little better. She's a level headed type of girl and she can help me, I hope. She'll know how to make me feel better.
I'm laying down with my mum. She has her arms wrapped around me and her chest is to my back. We're curled up in a ball and my breathing is erratic as I try to calm down. Mum's pulling her fingers gently through my hair but I'm too distraught to really appreciate how good it feels. My eyes feel heavy and my throat is dry.
"He hates me, mum. He hates me." I whisper to her and she holds me. I'm not sure which "he" I'm talking about: Malfoy or my dad. Mum assumes that it's dad and she's crying quite a bit too. She's scared for me. She squeezes me tighter in response and tells me, "no he doesn't sweetheart. He's just scared for you. We're both scared for you." There's doubt in her voice when she denies dad's hatred. Even she doesn't believe herself. I close my eyes and feel sleep pulling at my mind and I let it take control. It's official: being Rose Weasley sucks. Big time.