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When she has to stop her work, pause whatever she's doing and rush to the nearest bathroom, to feel the torrential wave of nausea wash over her and watch as her breakfast, lunch, dinner, whatever comes spilling out into the bowl, that she curses him for what he's done to her.

When she's on her seeming thousandth sleepless night, the dull throbbing in her back, her ankles, in muscles and in places she wasn't quite sure she could feel pain that she regrets having done this.

When they are laying on the bed, his ear against her growing belly listening to the heartbeat of the being inside, whispering gently to it, she entwines her fingers in his hair and listens, a smile growing on her face and she knows that she can make it through this.

When she is drying a dish, a task she never had to do before, but has to do now, and feels the first kick that it takes all of her focus not to drop the object to the ground as she calls him over to feel it. His hand over the place where she can feel the kicking, he looks up at her, smiling broadly to indicate that he can feel it too and is proud and she looks back at him, smiling, but with tears in her eyes, know that this is indeed real and that there is no going back.

When she's making a list of name of names, asking for his opinion, laughing at his more over the top answers, defending her choices with her traditional stamina, pointing out that there is nothing wrong with traditional Black family names, the decision coming that the child can have name that is blend of both his or her parents' worlds, that she feels a twinge of sadness and remorse for the unborn child knowing that he or she will never know half of his or her family.

When she's brushing her teeth and feels the trickle of water run down her legs and pool on the tile, that she feels a rush of panic, not only because the baby is coming, but because she's not quite sure she's ready to be a mother and she can barely call out Ted's name and tell him that the time has come.

When the mediwizard is telling her to push and she's screaming and cursing, and wanting the pain to be over yesterday, and Ted is telling her that she's doing fine and that everything is going to be great, as he's holding her hand and she wants to break his hand and several other parts of him so that this will never happen to her ever again that she swears that this kid better be a good one because she's not doing this twice.

When she gives a final push and the cries of new life fill the room, and exhaustion almost consumes her, and all she can do is ask what is it and does it look normal and she's told that she is now the mother of a beautiful little girl and someone hands her a bundle of blankets that contains her newborn daughter and unbidden tears are on her cheeks, and she's holding this tiny child that she is the mother of, that is her responsibility and she looks at Ted and smiles and that is when she knows what happiness is.

Her daughter's name will be Nymphadora, a tribute to some distant Black relative and that world she came from, and her last name will be Tonks, for the father whose eyes she has and the world that she is welcome in.

Fin.

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