One Lifetime
kill
-she would never-
She's always glad that she didn't become a werewolf, but she's thankful about that more right now, resting on the bed, a hand on her stomach. Seamus just keeps pushing food in front of her, and despite her desire not to gain so much weight that it won't shift after the baby's born, she eats everything he gives her, which is a lot.
If she had been successfully bitten by Greyback, instead on the tiny scar on her neck, she wouldn't be able to be here, watching as she grew and grew and grew with her baby. The happiness she feels at being able to snuggle up with Seamus at night and looking at the moon, is unbelievable.
If she had become a werewolf, her body would have terminated the pregnancy come the first full moon. Lavender always feels sad at the thought of this, but she knows that she should be grateful that the first month has come and gone, and she is well on her way into the second.
It wouldn't be her fault. She would never ever kill her baby.
So she is glad she never will have go through the horror of transforming, and she feels a pang of sadness of Professor Lupin, who had to transform every month for basically his whole life.
Seamus settles beside her on the bed, looking at her, hands draped over her stomach almost protectively. "What's wrong, honey?" he asks, his hands joing her own on her stomach, fingers looping in between hers.
Lavender shakes her head, blinking back tears. "Nothing," she tells him, smiling. "I'm just thinking."
He pulls her closer to him, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. "About what?" Seamus questions.
She shrugs, smiling up at him. "Nothing important."
She would never ever kill her baby.
This was hard to write, thats why it was short. Review, yeah? 90 more to go, I'm getting there! :)