This fic is for The BIGGEST Challenge EVER! - wujy over at HPFC, the challenge was simply to use the pairing of Frank Longbottom/Alice Longbottom, enjoy!
"Frank, Frank, FRANK!"
Alice was stressed; and her blonde hair clung to her face for reasons unknown to the woman. Perhaps it was sweat, or static electricity, or just that cursed thing her hair had decided to do when she least wanted it to? She didn't know, and she didn't dwell on it.
"Frank, pay attention please!"
But he wouldn't. Alice knew her husband better than to expect him to look away from that all important Ministry file, the one that listed the known Death Eaters, the ones that had destroyed the peace of their old lives. It was almost like a ritual, even after work, it would take him a few hours to put down the file, take him a while to listen or care, or do anything of benefit for his stressed wife.
Alice didn't blame him. He only wanted the best for them all, for her, the Order, the wizarding world in general, and though she hated that he would sit, just staring at page after page, no longer even reading them, she didn't blame him. He wanted to be useful, but for the time being there was nothing he could do, no way an auror could help the situation. There wasn't enough evidence to bring any of the Death Eaters in, for now they were just an odd cult, or some such nonsense, no deaths or crimes could be linked to the individual, the masks made sure of that. And should one be caught and brought before Wizengamot, not much of an outcome could be hoped for.
The woman sighed, resigning herself to sit for the moment, she was tired, tired of this, of the useless, helpless feeling. She was an auror as well, and she hated not being able to do anything, but she hated her husband's obsession more. He hoped he'd remember something he'd read elsewhere if he stared long enough, hoped there would be a breakthrough, that he'd be needed, it had been so long since the Ministry had sent him out to capture anyone, he was starting to become bored, agitated, and it was all too much.
"Please Frank, look at me?"
The clock struck the hour and he blinked, placing the paper on the desk in front of him before turning to his wife. "Alice, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? I've been trying to get your attention for half a sodding hour Frank!"
He frowned and shook his head, "Sorry Als, silencing charm, I needed to think." He needed to think? That was all he ever did! Alice was sick of him thinking sick of him staring. All week that was all he'd done, all week she'd gone to bed alone often even waking alone, with him heading to work early. No, she couldn't have that anymore; she needed him to be there, away from the file, with her.
"You were thinking? About dark wizards, and things you can't change, all while I've been sitting, waiting trying to tell you something that is actually worth thinking about?" She blinked at him, and he stared at her, not understand what she meant.
"I'm pregnant Frank, we're having a baby. Now, can you please burn that sodding file and come to bed?"
Frank didn't speak, he couldn't. He stood up, whisking his wife into his arms and carrying her as she laughed softly to their bedroom. As they entered she smirked and kicked the door shut behind them, pulling her husband in for a kiss.