My second update for the weekend, enjoy! I would like to thank Cherry Tree Blossoms for reviewing. THANKS A BUNCH!
Fred's life is in your hands. VOTE!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own only Willow as well as a few other people, places and things. But that is all.
For the next couple of weeks or so I kept feeling the baby move. It freaked me out at first, mostly because I didn't expect it to feel quite like that. Although I still didn't want the baby, it would have been nice to share this moment with Fred. Instead, I ended up tell my grandparents and then Tiff.
I asked my grandma if she could feel the baby and she said no. I instantly thought that something was wrong, but she calmed me down by telling me that its normal for mommy to feel baby kick on the inside first and then several weeks later everyone else can feel it.
She also had the idea that since I can feel that baby move that I would become more attached to it. No such luck. So she made me a doctor's appointment. She said that at the appointment I should be able to find out the gender of the baby, if I wanted to know that is. After she made the appointment, I called Tiff and she came over.
"Well I think you should find out, that way you know what to name it," Tiff said, lounging on the couch. I was sitting in the chair with a heating pad focused on my back. The heating pad works, but its just not the same as Fred's massages.
"But I don't really want to know. It just seems weird."
"Why? You're going to have to give baby a name eventually. Why wait?"
"I dunno. I guess it just seems weird thinking of a name or finding out the sex without Fred," I said sadly, taking a sip of my bottle of water. I had to drink two bottles of water before my doctor's visit. Something about how it helps with the ultrasound.
"You want him back, don't you?" She asked. I just nodded. She changed the subject and said, "Well have you been thinking about names for either gender?"
"I was thinking Brandon or Micheal for a boy and Elizabeth or Daphne for a girl. But of course I'll have to talk to Fred about it." Then a thought struck me. "Or if it's a girl, I could always name her after you." Her face paled.
"You are not doing that," she said firmly. I smiled.
"Relax, Blondie. If I have a girl I'm going to name her after my psychotic metamorphmagus friend from school."
"She sounds like a prude," Tiff said.
"She is not! And besides, that's if I have a girl. I could have a boy."
"Well regardless of the gender you're going to need Godparents." She put on the biggest, cheesiest smile and leaned forward, toward me. I laughed.
"Well for Godmother I have it narrowed down to between you and James."
"I better beat out that pansy!" I laughed again, this time harder.
"Don't worry, there's no one else I would pick."
"And by that, you better mean me!"
"Well..." I said and smirked. She glared at me. "Oh way to suck all the fun out of it. Of course it'll be you!"
"Willow Tree, are you ready to go to the doctor's" Grandma asked, stepping into the living room, her purse slung on her shoulder.
"I'll check back tomorrow," Tiff said before she left with a pop!
I followed her out to the car and she drove us to the doctor's office. When we got there, the receptionist gave my grandma a clip board with questions that needed to be filled out. I sat down in one of the not-very-comfortable chairs and looked over the questions. "Grandma," I said, looking at the questions, "they want to know about my previous doctor's visits. This is my first one!"
"Which is why, I made sure to bring my wand," she said and inconspicuously pulled out her wand and gave it a little wave. Instantly all of the questions were filled out with precision. "Now we wait a few moments so we don't look suspicious, and then hand it back in."
"Good thinking Grams," I whispered. As I sat there, I began to get very uncomfortable. I really needed to pee. Grandma seemed to sense this, and got up to turn in the sheet. I tried to focus on a little hole in the wall to take my mind off of my bladder.
"C'mon, darling, the doctor will see you now," Grandma said, pulling me from my focus. I got up and followed my grandma and nurse into one of the rooms. The nurse told us that the doctor would be with us shortly. For once the nurse didn't lie and not five minutes later, the doctor walked in.
"Hello," he said, looking through some papers, "I'm Doctor Mickey Smith, I'll be performing your ultrasound today." I smiled and shook his hand. He instructed me to lay down and lift up my shirt over stomach. He squeezed a cool gel on there and began to smear it around with the transducer. As he pressed, I felt like I was going to pee my pants, but he turned my attention to the ultrasound screen.
"You see this right here?" he pointed to a big white blob on the screen. "That's baby's head and this," another white blob, "is baby's body. And it looks like I'll be able to tell you the gender, if you want to know."
I shook my head. "No, I don't want to know."
"Fine, fine. Wanting it to be a surprise is an excellent choice." I remained silent as Doctor Smith continued the ultrasound. When he was finally done, I bolted up and headed directly for the bathroom. It was refreshing for once to be running to the bathroom to pee instead of vomit. When I came out, I spotted my grandma and she and an envelope in her hands.
"Doctor Smith gave you a picture of the ultrasound. I thought that was very nice of him." She smiled and handed me the envelope. I didn't want to look at it right away considering I had just seen it on the screen moments before.
I didn't do much for the rest of the day. I called Tiff and asked if she wanted to come over. She said she would stop by tomorrow. So I basically just layed around, looking at the picture. I wasn't going to look at it at all, but Grandpa wanted to see it. For some reason I couldn't stop staring at it. It was just such a weird concept knowing that the black and white image in my hands is a picture of the little human that's growing in me.
As I stared at it, I felt it give a little kick. Maybe the idea of being pregnant was growing on me. I just wish I had Fred here to share it with. I went to bed early that night, wanting it to be morning so I could talk to Tiff. The baby kept kicking as I fell asleep.
"Willow, darling, wake up. Someone's here to see you," said my grandma, shaking me awake. I glanced at the clock and noticed that it was half pass three in the morning.
"Damn Tiff," I said, stretching. "Couldn't she wait six more hours." I threw my legs over the bed and, like a zombie, walked out of my room to greet my idiotic best friend. "Tiff when you said you'd be here 'tomorrow' I assumed it would be after the sun rose," I said.
"It's not Tiff," said my visitor. My eyes snapped open as I instantly recognized that voice. Fred. He was really here, standing the middle of my grandparent's living room at three in the morning. I half wanted to jump into his arms and cry and half wanted to kick him in the nuts.
"I'll let you two talk," Grandma said, excusing herself from the room. I just stood there, arms folded across my chest, staring at her.
"You've gotten bigger," he commented, referring to my stomach.
"That's what happens when you don't see a pregnant a woman for a month," I said coldly. "What are you doing here, Fred?"
"I'm here because I miss you and I love you and I want you back," he said, sincerely.
"You kicked me out, Fred. You kicked me out and I had nowhere to go. Thankfully my grandparents took me in."
"I know, and I'm really really sorry about that, Willow. It was stupid of me to do, but what you said really cut deep. I love you and I love our baby. I would never want to abort it."
"I'll admit that what I said wasn't right, but you kicked me out. You kicked me out in the rain and cold, Fred. That's not something that's easily forgiven."
"I know," he ran his hand threw his hair, "Merlin, I know. I've been beating myself up over this ever since it happened. I've tried to find you, I really have. That letter that you were writing to Tiff, the one you never finished because of...well everything that happened, I used that to get a hold of her. She told me how upset you were about everything. I felt like completely shit you know. It was my fault you were upset. I begged her to tell me where you were, but she won't say. She said that you still needed your space. I even sent her your birthday present, did you get it?"
"Yeah, yeah I got it. I haven't worn it yet. It didn't feel right." He pulled out his wand and summoned the ring. With the ring in his hand, he got down on one knee.
"Willow Grace Lamel, I am a stupid git for kicking you out like that. I love you with everything in me. Will you come back to the shop with me?" He opened the ring box and held it out to me. As hard as I tried to fight it, I couldn't help but smile. I was trying hard not to cry, so instead of verbally replying I simply nodded and he slipped the ring onto my index finger. He got off the ground and kissed me good and hard.
It seemed like forever since I last kissed him. I never wanted to pull away, but a few kicks from the baby distracted me. "The baby's been kicking," I said, my arms wrapped around his neck.
"She probably missed her daddy," he said, holding me close.
"What makes you so sure it's a she? Maybe it's a he."
"I think it might be a girl."
"Well I think it might be a boy. Oh!" I rushed over and grabbed the ultrasound picture. I held it up to him and with a confused expression, he took it. "It's an ultrasound picture. That white blob right there, that's our baby."
"This is our baby?" He sounded amazed by this fact. I grabbed his hand and led him to the couch as he continued to look at the picture. "This is really our baby?" I looked up and him and nodded. He seemed too happy looking at the picture, but all too suddenly his face began to fall and he handed me back the picture. "Willow, there's something I need to tell you."
"Um ok, Fred," I said, getting worried by how he was acting. His head was hung and his eyes sad.
"I was a wreck when you first left. That first night was horrible. I barely slept, barely ate. I couldn't even focus on working in the shop. The next day, after the shop closed I went down to The Leaky Caldron for a couple of firewhiskeys. And that's exactly what I had, lots and lots of firewhiskeys. Too many actually. I couldn't think straight, all I knew was that I was hurt and I wanted that to go away. Apparently I was informing everybody in the place about that, because several people were talking to me about it. Including this girl," I really didn't like where this was headed. "Anyway, one thing led to another and I ended up back at her place."
"Did you sleep with her?" I demanded, anger bubbling inside me.
"Willow, I-"
"Did. You. Sleep. With. Her."
Quietly he said, "Yeah, I did." I just started at him, letting this new information sink in. "I swear I had no intention of doing it though! I was drunk, I wasn't thinking straight! I felt even worse afterwards. You can ask George, he was there. He knows how I moped around feeling lower than dragon shit."
"This isn't like the love potion incident, Fred. You made this decision yourself. You chose to go and have sex with some floozy!" I was extremely upset and rose from my seat on the couch.
"Willow, I really didn't mean too. I love you and would never want to hurt you." He rose as well.
"Save it, you piece of shit. I don't what your excuses, you cheated on me with some random bar girl!" I threw the ultrasound picture at him. "You come here to ask me to come back to the flat with you and then tell me that you cheated on me? I fucking hate you!" I yanked the ring off and threw that at him at well. "You are a fucking git and I never want to see you again! And if I could I would rip this baby out of me and throw it at you as well!" I screamed and marched towards my room. Standing in the door way I added, "You are no better than Alicia," before slamming the door.
I jumped on my bed and began to sob uncontrollably. I hated him! I wanted him to crawl in a hole and die! How dare her cheat on me! I'm pregnant with his fucking kid and he goes and gets it on with some bar whore! I hate him; I hate him, I HATE HIM!
But no, that's a lie. I still love him.
Sorry, I just couldn't help but add some more drama llamas! And can anyone tell me who the 'psychotic metamorphmagus friend' is? No, its not Tonks, but I will give you a hint, Willow was mentioned in her story! Whoever gets it will win...well whatever the hell you want really.
The next update will be next weekend hehe!
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who