"When the kids are toddlers, and you bring nannies to look after them, so we can go to fancy parties, I will not regret spending less time with my children."
"Ginevra, let's go." I looked up to see Harry dressed in dress robes, pulling on his shoes.
"Where are we going?" I asked, frowning. I didn't remember planning anything for today, though even if I had, that would consist of me and my babies James and Albus. Harry would not have consented to come with us, because he had way too much work. I knew that the real reason was because he didn't want to spend time with his own wife and kids. I personally couldn't care less, but I knew that the kids were dying to spend some times with their father.
"Ministry party," replied Harry. I sighed, frustrated.
"Harry, I'm playing with the kids. Go on your own." Harry frowned.
"That's why we have nannies, Ginevra. Now hurry up and get ready." I stood up.
"I'm busy." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Hurry up, Ginevra. We'll be late."
"Harry, I'm playing with the kids! It's nearly their bed time; I have to put them to sleep." Harry huffed impatiently.
"This is ridiculous Ginevra! Why do you want to play with them? They have nannies for that! I spend thousands of galleons for a reason. Now go get changed." He walked out. I was ready to tear my hair out. I couldn't even put my own kid to sleep, because I had to go to some stupid ministry party where my stupid so called husband would introduce me to everyone as his stupid wife. Woo freaking' hoo.
It was always like this. Whenever I was with my darling kids, I had to go out somewhere trivial, that could've managed just fine with Harry, and there was absolutely no point in me going. But of course, Harry needed me right beside him. Not for encouragement or support or someone close to talk to amidst the entire stupid Ministry people. No, the only reason I had to go was because I looked 'good' next to Harry, and that I made him look 'respectable'.
Well, boo hoo Harry, I can't give up my children and stand next to you all night in uncomfortable heels and dress robes looking pretty.
"HURRY UP, GINEVRA!"
Not that I have a choice or anything.