I opened my eyes when the alarm clock went off and prodded Charlie with my foot.
" Charlie, wake up," I said, yawning.
" Saturday," he mumbled.
" Tuesday," I said, climbing out of bed. I slowly began to walk to the bathroom as the dizziness from getting up eased and then I bolted to the toilet to throw up what I had for dinner last night.
" Abbie? You ok?" Charlie asked. He knelt beside me and I looked at him.
" Do I look ok?" I replied.
" Obviously you're not that sick then," he said, with a laugh and I glared at him. " You were sick yesterday too."
" I'm aware of that," I said, my chin resting on the toilet seat.
" You don't think.." He started.
" Pregnant? Don't be stupid. We're too careful," I answered.
" Not in Paris. That's three months ago," he said.
" Thanks," I muttered, standing up and wiping my mouth with a towel.
" So are we going to presume that's what's wrong with you or are we going to find out?" He asked.
" Give me my wand," I said. He ran to the bedroom and came back with my wand. I pointed it at my stomach and whispered the spell. The tip of my wand turned green and I stared at Charlie.
" What do we do?" He asked.
" We'll have to tell everyone, and fix up one of the room," I said. His face paled as I spoke.
" They're going to kill me," he said, and I laughed.
" They won't," I said. I walked past him and went back into our bedroom to change into my robes. A minute later Charlie ran in, picked me up and spun me around.
" I'm going to be a dad," he said, grinning.
" Yes, now put me down or I'll be sick again," I laughed.