A/N. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this chapter, parts of it I found very easy to visualise. I hope you also enjoy.x

Tom's visit was going extremely well. He had insisted on helping out around the castle on the Saturday and a few jobs that Frank Blossom had put off were sorted easily. He was followed everywhere by his little shadow Abby who was making the most of having him there. Imogen was never far away either, she didn't care how old she was, she'd always be a bit of a Daddy's girl. He had always been there for her and she adored him. When she had to finally give Abby back to David three years before Tom had been there, giving her the shoulder she needed to cry on. Now he was sharing in a much happier experience with her.

On Sunday she woke up early and feeling the need to run she left Constance still sleeping. On the way down the corridor she met a pyjama clad Abby. "Go and keep Mama warm honey, just try not to wake her okay?"

Agreeing, Abby slipped into the room deciding to get some more sleep.

Imogen was full of energy that morning and invigorated by the nice day and the music she was listening to, she ended up running fifteen miles around the area. By the time she arrived back she was tired and sweating but very pleased with herself. She showered, noticing that there was nobody in the bedroom and after dressing again she headed downstairs.

Entering the staffroom she found Davina reading the newspaper. "Morning. Where is everyone?"

Davina smirked as she looked up from the page. "Constance is in the lab and your father and Amelia have taken Abby for a walk into the village."

Imogen started to make some coffee as well as some tea for her wife and her friend. "Have they been gone long?", she asked as she waited for the water to boil.

Still pretending to read, the witch answered, "Oh, about an hour or so. They were in very good spirits. You know, they looked exactly like two grandparents taking their granddaughter out."

Where was she going with this? "Well, I suppose in a sense, that's the case."

Davina smiled even wider. "I agree. I also think that maybe it wasn't me you should have told not to crack onto your father at the wedding."

Feeling a bit perplexed, Imogen walked the short distance to the potions lab. Constance was sitting on a high stool working on some potions. Forgetting everything else for a moment, she watched her wife work- she always looked so serious when she concentrated. Not wanting to frighten her she knocked gently on the door before opening it, feeling her heart leap when she saw the smile that was aimed directly at her.

"You're on holidays Sweetheart, why are you working?", she asked as she put the cups on the counter and leaned in for a kiss.

"Oh, it's not work as such. I'm just getting ahead of myself. I'm making some potions in case I need them later in the pregnancy. I'm also making sure there is enough period pain relief potion for you when you need it."

As she sat and watched the process Imogen shared what Davina had said. "Amelia and my dad have gone for a walk."

Constance made a noise of agreement as she mixed her ingredients. 'Yes, they took Abby after breakfast, I said it was okay." After a moment she added something else, "They seem to be getting on very well."

"Davina implied that maybe there was something between them."

Her wife wasn't fully listening, she was sure she had some dried hemlock somewhere, ah there it was. "Like what?"

"Like maybe something romantic."

That had her attention. She looked up abruptly. "Romantic, as in a couple?"

Imogen had to laugh, apart from their own situation Constance was rather oblivious when it came to others relationships. Despite Jamie mentioning a girls name in nearly every conversation for weeks she had been surprised when he finally admitted he had a new girlfriend. She had nearly fallen off her chair when her wife had told her that she thought two certain third years were a little more than friends and started to be even more thorough when it came to their bed checks. This was different though.

"Would that be such a bad thing Darling?"

Imogen wasn't sure. There had been a time, soon after her mother died when the thought of her father meeting someone else would have devastated her. Now nine years later she hated the thought of him being lonely. She had Constance, Stephen was in Australia, possibly for good.

"No, it's just a bit, well, weird."

They sat in silence for a moment contemplating the idea. Constance wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. It was slightly close to home but if it hadn't been for Amelia she and Imogen may never have gotten up the nerve to approach each other. Also, considering the source of the idea it may be nothing. She finished up her potions before holding out her hand to her wife, pulling her into a standing position in front of the stool to kiss her.

As their kisses continued Imogen whispered, "What about our rule?"

Constance kissed the tip of her nose, 'We're only kissing, which we have done in the P.E shed before. The rule applies to other things. Besides, as much as I love who I woke up to this morning, I missed you."

Not being able to resist the soft kisses Imogen let herself enjoy the slightly forbidden moment, although she was hoping for some "other things" later. They had purchased a new larger bed which had arrived the day before and although it was comfortable to sleep in she was dying to test it properly.

When they had finished in the lab Constance went to store some bottles in her birth kit while Imogen started Sunday dinner. As she was chopping vegetables Tom walked in.

"Morning pumpkin. Can I help?"

She handed him some carrots to peel. Now, where was her own knife? "Did you have a nice walk?"

He smiled brightly. "Yes, it was lovely. I enjoyed the company too."

As she washed some green beans she asked him, "What would you like to do tomorrow? We've got the doctors in the morning but we're free after that."

He cleared his throat. "Well, actually Amelia was telling me about another castle in the next town and we thought we might go to visit it."

Tom loved old buildings and had dragged his children around many during their own school holidays much to their annoyance. Never did his daughter think she would end up living in an old castle as an adult.

"You two seem to be getting quite close."

Tom looked at her, he had always been able to see right through his oldest child, "Imogen, spit it out."

She sighed, "Sorry Dad. It's just that Davina made a comment that you two might like each other, romantically and I don't know, I just wondered?"

He reached over and touched her hand. "Pumpkin, we're going out for the afternoon. We'll probably go for lunch and then to see the castle. We're becoming friends, good friends I hope. I like her a lot. As for anything else, if anything were to happen I would tell you but I'm enjoying having someone my own age to talk to."

Imogen was a bit embarrassed. She hadn't meant to put him on the spot. She moved around to give him a hug. "Well, I'm sure you'll have a lovely day"

While this was going on her wife was having a similar conversation with a bushing Amelia.

"Constance, we're going out for the day. He's a lovely man, we have a lot in common but I have no expectations. It's just nice to spend time with someone of the opposite sex who isn't Helliboring or Frank Blossom."

This was not a satisfactory conclusion to the questioning, but it was interesting. She was dying to see what happened the next day. It was still a bit strange but she was so happy herself that she couldn't help wanting the people she cared about to be as happy. As if in agreement, the baby gave an enthusiastic kick.

Lunch was an lively affair with lots of laughter and conversation. Amelia had to kick a certain chanting teacher under the table several times. Davina would never change, the word discreet wasn't in her vocabulary. After they had eaten Davina took herself off on her broomstick, claiming she needed some fresh air. Abby went to play with her lego set while Constance started making noises about needing air herself, suggesting that Imogen join her for a walk.

As they left the building Imogen looked at her, "Smooth move."

Taking her wife's hand Constance smirked back. "Well, I do need some air. I know you had a long run earlier so we'll just go for a short walk. We can go return through the back door and go straight up to our room. Nobody will even know we're back and we'll have time to do some, ahem, other things including testing our new bed."

Suddenly this idea was sounding a whole lot better.

The following day they had an appointment with Dr Ravenscroft. It wasn't a scan this time so Abby had decided to go with Davina to visit her sister. Her Mama couldn't help feeling intrigued about Davina's family and was eager to hear what their daughter came back with.

"Nosy more like." Imogen had commented as they showered that morning.

"I prefer to think of myself as interested."

They left just as Tom and Amelia were heading off for their day out. Discussing it on the car journey, both were still unsure how they felt about the situation but agreed that it was lovely they had become friends and it would be far worse if they didn't like each other, especially with Abby and the baby on the way.

Everything was fine at the doctors appointment. They would have one more scan but apart from that it would just be regular check ups from now on. Although she liked the doctor Constance was very pleased when they left the building but happy that everything was alright with the baby. She reached for her wife's hand as they walked back to the car. "Darling, may we go and look at prams please?"

Imogen was very excited to do this, they had seen a couple in a magazine but it would be nice to see them properly.

They wandered around looking at the ones they liked. Imogen had thought that Constance would prefer a more old fashioned style but she surprised her by picking a more modern combination one.

"The others are nice but they're very heavy. We can use this for a longer time. Besides, this one is better for when we take her walking in the woods."

Deciding on a grey and white one they ordered that as well as the car seat. They also chose the cot that Tom would kindly buy for them.

"No, not a black one Darling. Don't be so smart."

Taking down the details of the pine adjustable one, they left the shop very happy. Between these pieces, what David had given them and the other bits they had been picking up they had quite a lot. The next step was to organise it all. She would be in with them for the first while but they were already making plans with Amelia for the rooms next to theirs to be converted so they had a more proper living area for both themselves and their children.

They arrived back just as Davina and Abby did. Their little girl could barely keep her eyes open as she hopped off the broomstick. Whatever they'd gotten up to had exhausted her so, even though it was only 7PM, she went straight to bed after a quick shower and a kiss for her mothers. As the hours passed there was no sign of Tom and Amelia and Imogen was starting to get a bit worried. She called his phone but got no answer.

Eventually, after looking out the window many times she heard his car pull up. Not wanting to be seen as waiting up, they quickly went upstairs, Constance temporarily bemoaning the fact that she could no longer transport herself even though it was worth it. Feeling slightly childish they watched from the landing as the door opened. Both of the other parties were smiling as they walked in, clearly having had a good time.

Not wanting to be too nosy Imogen took her wife by the arm. "Come on Sweetheart, let's leave them be."

Constance followed reluctantly, wondering if she should tell that she had just seen Tom kiss Amelia and not just on the cheek? Maybe not.

Tom was leaving the following day and although Imogen was sad she had enjoyed having him to visit and she wasn't the only one. Constance, who couldn't keep a secret from her, had blabbed about the kiss that morning. It was still weird but she had come to the conclusion that as long as they were happy she was okay with it. Right now she was too busy getting Abby packed to think about it too much. Tom was going to drop her to Jamie's as it was on his way. She was conscious that her best friend didn't see his goddaughter as much as he would like anymore so she was going to stay with him by herself until Friday when her mothers would come to stay for the weekend.

They walked out to the car to say goodbye. Constance noticed that Tom had said goodbye to Amelia behind the closed door of her office although she had walked out to wave him off. She herself was sad to see her father in law go and she was already missing Abby, this was the first time she'd been away since moving in with them. She knew that Jamie deserved some time with her and it would be nice to have Imogen to herself for a few days, well, nearly, as the little kicks were reminding her.

Both said goodbye to Tom, having arranged to go and see him during the Easter holidays again and gave Abby extra long hugs and kisses before making sure she was safely in the car. They waved as the car drove away. Imogen giving her wife's hand a squeeze. She knew she had found it hard to say goodbye to Abby, even for a couple of days. Still, they would certainly make the most of their childless time.

Imogen still owed Constance a couple of days away from her birthday and now seemed like the perfect time to take it. She told her wife to pack some comfortable clothes, they wouldn't be going out much. She also suggested that a certain apron should be added to the mix, knowing it was a little kinky but really not caring. This was mutually one of their favourite fantasies.

She had rented a little cottage near the sea for a couple of days. The plan was for walks along the beach, meals cooked at home and plenty of cuddles for the bump, amongst other things. The drive took about two and a half hours and Imogen was only slightly disappointed that Constance had slept for half of it. She amused herself by singing softly along to the music that she was playing and thinking of the days and months ahead.

The cottage was very nice, clean and bright but compact. Imogen had gone grocery shopping before they set off so their fridge was well stocked with her love's favourite foods. The first thing they did was go for a walk along the beach. It was relatively deserted as they walked on the sand, holding hands and laughing. Imogen, feeling romantic, had taken a stick and drawn a heart with their initials in the sand. Constance felt a warm glow at the gesture. It still amazed her that anyone could be so demonstrative of their love for her. After their walk they went back to cook dinner. Imogen insisting that her wife relax while she cooked salmon and rice with vegetables for them to eat. The only thing that was missing was wine, Constance could have had one glass but preferred not to and Imogen didn't like drinking by herself. They did miss getting a bit silly together but it was a small sacrifice to make.

After dinner they snuggled on the couch, chatting, giggling and enjoying the little kicks that the baby was adding to the mix. Constance felt so cherished but after a while she needed to feel something else as well, she wanted to be the sexy lover that drove her wife crazy.

"I want you so much"

Imogen was never able to resist those words. She knew that her wife wanted to feel like more than just a pregnant woman. That certainly wasn't how she thought of her, Constance was every fantasy she had ever had right there in front of her. Their kisses became more heated with hands wandering underneath clothing. After some time they moved to the bedroom, losing their clothes along the way.

As the bump had grown they had had to change things up a bit. Certain positions were no longer comfortable and Imogen was worried that she would hurt her love. She had however bought a very interesting book that had given them several new ideas and this was definitely the time to use them.

She looked at her wife lying naked on the bed, dark hair fanned out on the pillow, caressing herself, daring her lover to join her. This was a picture that would remain with the other hundreds of sensual images of the sexiest woman in the world that were now imprinted on her brain. She couldn't wait any longer and climbed onto the bed, joining in with the touching knowing they both wanted to achieve the same results. They made love slowly, one time merging into the next until they were both fully satisfied and fell asleep wrapped up in each other with just a sheet covering them.

The following morning Imogen woke, unsurprisingly starving. She sneaked out of bed to prepare breakfast, guessing that if she was hungry her partner would famished. She had guessed correctly, Constance's eye lit up as she re-entered the room, both at the sight of her wife and the eggs, toast and fruit that she had prepared, along with fresh orange juice and tea. Not needing to be anywhere they lay in bed, still naked and now full.

As they cuddled Imogen had a question. "Sweetheart, don't think I'm jealous when I ask this, I'm not, just curious. What does it really feel like? Being pregnant? Not just the kicking and the need to pee, the other things."

Obviously there were some things that they could share but there were others that only her wife could experience, although Imogen did her part by writing everything relevant in their baby book each week. The only things that made her feel slightly left out were the fact that she couldn't feel the baby inside her and that she wouldn't be able to feed her.

Constance thought for a moment, "Sometimes it's a bit strange, don't get me wrong, I am enjoying it very much but at times I find myself remembering that there is a little person inside me and it shocks me. In a way my body is no longer my own, or yours. Giving up control of it and it's functions has been a bit disconcerting. That being said it is completely worth any discomfort. I love that there is always someone with me. What's more, our little one is half you, which makes the experience even more wonderful.

"I know I have you and Abby but when you're in class or away I have our other daughter with me. As much as I cannot wait to meet her, I will miss that feeling. The only way I can describe it is special, I feel such a responsibility to look after her but I can do it, thanks to you, because I know that you trust me to do this. Maybe that doesn't make sense but right now that's how I feel."

Imogen kissed her, it made total sense. Maybe one day she would experience it all herself but as long as she had Constance, Abby and this baby she didn't really mind. "Sweetheart, you are taking such good care of our baby girl, I know you'll always keep her safe."

They passed the next couple of days in much the same way, sleeping, walking by the sea, eating and making love- the apron making the requested appearance and causing the desired effects. Both felt completely relaxed by the end of their break. They had however missed Abby terribly and were excited to collect her on their way home. She was waiting at the window as they pulled up running out to meet them with hugs and kisses, chatting about her few days away from the castle and what she had gotten up to with Jamie and her friend Lily. They stayed at the house for two nights catching up with Jamie although they still hadn't met his mysterious girlfriend.

He was highly amused when Imogen told him about Tom and Amelia but he thought it was great news. He had been very fond of Imogen's mother and nearly as upset as his best friend when she had died, he was also very close to Tom and felt that he deserved happiness and Amelia was a truly lovely person.

That Sunday the family drove back to the school. All were a little sad that half term was nearly over but it wouldn't be long until the longer Easter break and then it would be summer holidays. For Constance they would come even sooner as she was due to begin her maternity leave at the beginning of June. Right now she was still feeling very energetic so wasn't sure she would need to finish up before the baby arrived. She knew that Imogen and Amelia wouldn't agree with her but it was still a little while away. There was also the Enid situation which still hadn't resolved itself.

Somehow she had the feeling there was more to come with this particular girl and couldn't help thinking the next few weeks would tell a lot.

She wasn't wrong.