Sorry for the long gap between updates, but school has been draining the life out of me. Seriously, I am either in class, doing homework, working, eating, or sleeping. Sometimes I multitask and nap in between paragraphs. Two more weeks and freedom is mine! After that, I should fall into a more predictable schedule of updates because all I will have to worry about is work and a couple of camps I chaperon. Anyway, I know this is short, but it is the best I could do at the moment.
August 10
Dear Baby,
Your dad and gran seem to have launched themselves into some sort of unvoiced competition. Well not really, as Mum is the only one who seems to be keeping score. Your dad is just being his normal overly-concerned self. Between the two of them, I barely have to lift a finger. Your dad would probably carry me around to house if I asked him to. I had to talk him out of carrying me down the stairs because he was afraid I would fall. I know he is trying to be the best husband and dad-to-be he possibly can to make it up to me. It would get a bit irritating if I wasn't so happy to have him back.
If I had to choose a winner, I think I am leaning towards Remus. It is nothing against Mum, but there are some things she can't do. Since his return, your father has barely left my side, which is fine by me because I don't think I would let him. He gets up with me in the middle of the night when I feel sick and he always does his best to find me whatever food I am craving. He rubs my feet even though they haven't started to swell yet. I think it was his presence I missed the most. No matter how hard Mum tries, she will never be able to fill that void. Remus and I are in this together now. It is one thing to talk about your baby with your mother and quite another to plan with your husband.
His new favorite thing to do is rub my stomach in the spot right over where you are. I told him it will still be a few weeks before he felt anything, but he still runs his hand absentmindedly over the tiny bump whenever we curl up together. Sometimes he even talks to you. They say that helps babies develop. I wonder if you can really hear us, but I like talking to you anyway. They also say reading is good too, so your dad had decided he is going to start gathering kids' books to read. I swear he is determined to make you into a bookworm just like him.
I know he is still scared; that's okay, I am too. I think the further along I get the less scared he will be. I feel better now that he is back. I know I talked a big game about being a single Mum, but when I see him look at us with that tender look in his eyes, I can't imagine a family that doesn't include him. That is how I feel when he talks to you or rubs my stomach. I feel like we are finally a family.
It almost doesn't seem fair that I am so happy in the middle of a war. I know everything is falling apart. My dad, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are gone and I worry about them night and day. So many people all around us our hurting, but we are happy. I know it is especially hard for my mother. My husband came back, but she doesn't even know where dad is. I know she is happy for me, but I know this makes her feel even lonelier. Before, she and I were alone together. Now that Remus is home, she feels edged out. Maybe now her resentment makes more sense. I know she will come around, but I really hope Dad comes home soon.
Love,
Mum
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