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When Victoire woke up on July 6th, the first thing she did was to roll over on her side to see if Teddy was awake, only to find his side of the bed empty. She frowned. She'd been waking up alone six mornings in a row now. Teddy's auror job took up too much time. Sighing, she looked down at her hands, particularly her left hand, which was now decorated by a thin gold band with one single sparkling diamond.

She still couldn't believe she had been engaged for over a month now! She and Teddy hadn't spoken much about the actual wedding, but it was probably going to be a summer wedding, so that all of her cousin's that were still attending to Hogwarts could come, and not having to worry about exams like they would have to if the wedding took place on their Easter break.

Victoire held up her hand and watched the small diamond glitter in the light that shone in through the window. She remembered what Teddy had said when he'd woken up on the morning after his proposal, finding her eying the ring. 'I know it's not much, but it's all I could afford.' 'Nonsense Teddy,' she had answered. 'The ring's perfect. I mean, who wants a ring with a diamond so big and heavy that you can't even move your finger?'

And being able to move her fingers was something Victoire really needed to do, considering that she worked for the Daily Prophet. She had her own advice column, and she really loved being able to help people. Teddy also loved to help people, although he helped them by getting rid of the dark wizards left out in the world, not by answering their questions about life.

Victoire slowly sat up and stretched out her arms over her head, only to wish that she hadn't. The nausea welled over her like a giant wave, and she quickly sprung out of bed, out of the bedroom and into the bathroom right across the hall, where she then hunched down over the toilet and emptied the contents of her stomach.

Once she was done, she flushed twice, walked over to the sink and splashed her face with cold water. She wondered how much longer it was going to continue, the nausea. She had woke up feeling sick for the past week, the only reason she was glad Teddy wasn't home in the mornings, he'd only seen her sick once, and then she had blamed it on some stew she told him she'd had right after work. She didn't like lying to him, but he would have gotten very worried if he knew. Victoire her self had been quite worried too, which was why she had visited St. Mungos the day before. She didn't tell Teddy she had gone, she hadn't told anyone, but she knew she would have to pretty soon.

The healer at St. Mungos had told her nothing was wrong with her, she didn't suffer from any disease, she was just, well, pregnant. And that scared her more then she thought any disease ever could.

Placing a hand on her, at least for a little while longer, flat stomach, she left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. She and Teddy shared a quite small apartment, with a bathroom, a bedroom and an open kitchen with view over the living room. It was enough for the two of them, but it would never be enough for three… or four.

She reached the kitchen and picked down a clean glass from a cupboard, but before she was able to fill it with water, she heard a voice from the living room.

"Hi Vic."

She jumped, almost dropping the glass and quickly turned around and looked at the person seated on the couch. It was her cousin, well one of them anyway, James Potter, who also happened to be the son of Teddy's godfather Harry.

Since Teddy was an orphan, he'd lost his parents in the great battle that Victoire was named after, Harry, his wife, also known as Victoire's aunt Ginny, and their kids James, Albus, who went by Al, and Lily had been like a family to him. But still, family or not, Victoire thought it was a bit rude of James to just show up in their apartment, uninvited.

"James, what are you doing here?" She asked.

"Let's just say I needed to get away for a while." The auburn haired boy answered. "By the way, did you eat something bad last night or what? I could hear you hurling, it kind of made me loose my appetite." He waved at her with the sandwich he held in his hand.

"Yeah, it kind of made me loose mine too," Victoire replied, with slightly sarcastic tone on her voice. "And what do you mean 'Let's say I needed to get away for a while.'?"

"I got into a fight with my dad," James answered.

"What did you blow up this time?" Victoire asked, knowing very well that with James persona, and with Harry's forgiving nature, it pretty much could be nothing but really bad.

"I didn't blow anything up!" James protested. "The Triwizard tournament is starting again this year, and dad won't let me participate."

"That's why you fought? James, you've heard the stories, I mean you're seventeen so you must have, I heard them when I was fourteen." She still remembered how it was like to hear her parents talk about Voldemort's terror, about the things her Uncle Harry had done to save them all, about all the lives that had been lost… It wasn't one of her best memories, but she was glad she had heard the whole story before they began learning about it in school.

"I know the stories," James muttered. "Heck, even Lily knows the truth by now. But dad was just fourteen; he hadn't had any plans on being in the tournament! I'm of age, and Defence against dark arts is my best subject, and I never get below an E in any other subject, I think I'll be able to handle whatever they throw at me!"

Victoire just shook her head. "Your dad saw someone die in that tournament," She said. "Of course he doesn't want you to enter, he's just worried something will happen too you James." Her cousin stayed quiet.

"I know he's worried, he said that, and yelled that, all yesterday and all of this morning." He sighed. "It was really getting on my nerves. We even woke up the others while arguing over breakfast, you see dad and I always get up earlier then everyone else, and I thought maybe a good night of sleep would get him to at least listen to what I had to say, but no, he just said he wouldn't have another Cedric." He paused for a moment. "Anyway, then mom, Lily and Al came down, mom was pretty annoyed and asked what all the noise was about, and then I just used the Floo network to get here, before things got even worse."

"You know it's not very polite to just come here and take our food while we sleep," Victoire replied pointing at the sandwich.

"I didn't just take it," James answered. "And you weren't both a sleep. Teddy hadn't gone to work yet when I arrived, although he didn't stay for very long. After I told him why I was here he just told me to take something if I was hungry, and try to keep down so that I wouldn't wake you up."

"Oh, yes, he's such a caring fiancé."

"Speaking of that, when's the wedding?" James asked putting on a very interested look, but Victoire was pretty certain he only wanted to change the subject.

"We've only been engaged for a little bit more then a month," She answered." We haven't really talked about it much."

James shrugged and put away his sandwich on the coffee table. Then he put his hands behind his head and leaned back. "You know you and Teddy sure have a nice, quiet place here." He said and Victoire foiled her arms.

Well, it had been nice and quiet before he showed up.

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At six o'clock that night Victoire looked at her creation. She'd set the kitchen table with the pure white, lace table cloth her grandmother had sent her when she moved in with Teddy, and she'd even added a silver line on the plates. The wine glasses were already filled and in the middle of the table she had placed a vase of flowers between two candles.

She looked at those flowers for a moment, they were red roses, mixed with smaller white and blue flowers and green leaves. It didn't really look right, so with a swift wand movement, she changed the rose's colour into pink. Now it was perfect.

She was glad that she had sent an owl to The Daily Prophet saying that she was too sick to come to work, that way she had enough time to prepare her self before Teddy got home, she had to tell him she was pregnant, and it felt like the sooner the better.

Her stomach growled as she breathed in the scent of the beef she had just cooked, and carefully put on the plates, along with potatoes and vegetables. She hadn't eaten anything all day, her nausea had kept her from eating breakfast, and after James left, well after Ginny came and forced him to follow her back, she had sent the owl to The Prophet, and then taken a long shower, and before her hair had even dried, her boss, the editor of the paper, Mr. Finch-Fletchley, had sent her back an owl with some question from the readers, so that she could still get her column done in time.

And between coming up with the solution to other people's problems, and trying to figure out how the tell Teddy she was pregnant with his baby, and making dinner, she just hadn't had time to eat! Or actually, she had snatched a carrot or two, they were baby carrots, ironically, but that was it.

Finally she heard the popping sound she had been waiting for as Teddy apparated into the living room, his bright turquoise hair very noticeable even in the dim lightening. "Wow," he said as he saw her standing there, dressed up in a white dress that reached to her knees with a navy blue satin ribbon around the waist, which tied into a big bow in the back. "What are we celebrating, Vic?"

"Can't a fiancée cook for her future husband?" She replied and fiddled nervously with her engagement ring.

"Are you all right?" Teddy asked. "You look a little pale."

"I'm fine" She answered. "Just, sit down Teddy," She motioned towards the table. Teddy did as he was told and walked up to table, pulled out the chair and sat down, throwing her a curious glance as he passed by her.

"This smells delicious." He said once he sat down as he inhaled the aroma of the food. "I think you should cook dinners like these more often, it's nice to come home to a candlelight dinner after a long day at work."

"Don't push it." Victoire replied.

"Aren't you going to sit down too?" Teddy asked.

"Yeah," Victoire mumbled and carefully sat down on the opposite side of the table from Teddy. "Do you like the flowers?" Now she was stalling, she just didn't want to tell him, although she knew she had too.

"They're nice," He answered. "But now you're just stalling… are you about to give me bad news?"

"It depends on how you take it, but I'm hoping you won't take it as bad news…"

"Vic, what are you trying to say?" Teddy asked. "Did you get a new job in some other town? In some other country? DO you have to move? Because if that is the case, you know I wouldn't think twice before moving with you, I want you to be hap-"

"No, Teddy, I didn't get a new job," Victoire said while holding up her right hand, cutting him off. "I like my job, I even like my co-workers."

"Then what is it?" He asked and she looked at him. There was a smile playing on his lips as he sat leaning back in his chair, he knew she had good news, and she really hoped he would still think it was good news once she told him, because there was no way she was going to get through this alone.

She took a deep breath. "Well, Teddy… there thing is… I'm…I'm pregnant."


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