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Chapter two, Out in the open
A/N: Here's the next chapter...
The clearing, Ireland
Trouble's eyes widened. Holly looked away, trying to hide her tears. She tried to stand up, wanting to run, but she couldn't. Trouble had wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
"Oh Holls, that's wonderful. How long have you known?" he asked, his voice muffled into Holly's shoulder.
Holly pulled away, her residential grin, back on her face. Relief flooded her, drowning her worries. "Four and a half months!"
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, grinning back. It was just like Holly to keep important information to herself, and he knew she never had a good reason for it.
"I couldn't pluck up the courage." Holly too, knew he wouldn't be fooled. Holly Short could not, and would not be classified a wimp.
Trouble laughed, getting to his feet. He reached a hand down to Holly, helping her up. They eased their wings onto their backs and fastened the straps.
"Come on, Let's go home and celebrate."
Holly beamed and the pair flew of, in the direction of Tara, hands linked.
Trouble's Apartment
"Here's to us!" said Trouble, pouring champagne.
They were sitting in Trouble's kitchen, proposing a toast and chatting about the future.
"Only one glass for me." Holly told Trouble, indicating her stomach.
They clinked glasses and sipped champagne,
"I can't believe I'm going to be a dad!" exclaimed Trouble, Holly grinned at him.
Then, all of a sudden her smile faded, doubts clouded her mind, yet again.
"D'arvit!" she breathed, Trouble looked concerned,
"What's wrong?" He questioned, what else had Holly not told him? He dreaded to think. She hadn't forgotten to mention she was having triplets, had she? They would never be able to support five fairies on the wage they received from the LEP.
"What am I going to tell Commander Root? He'll kill me. I don't think I'll tell him," she answered.
Trouble tried not to laugh at the ridiculousness of this idea. At least Holly didn't appear to have any bombshells to drop. "Oh Holly, it'll be worse if you don't tell him. What do you think he'll do when it's born, Hmm? You can't tell him we adopted it. You'll need to go on maternity leave sometime."
Holly groaned and looked pale. "Great," she moaned, her voice laden with sarcasm, "I suppose I'd better go home; I need an early night." She made to get up, but Trouble stopped her.
"You can stay here tonight, we can pick up your LEP uniform on the way into work tomorrow, then we can break the news to Root."
Trouble steered her towards his bedroom and then went to have a shower while Holly climbed into bed.
She sighed and snuggled into the duvet. It had been a long day, she was glad her mind was (almost) free of doubt now. Any more worries and her head might've imploded.
Holly woke up, confused. Where was she? Then she remembered she'd stayed the night with Trouble. She slid out of bed and dressed hurriedly in the clothes she had worn the day before, she couldn't risk being late today. It would make the news even harder to break to Root if he had a grudge against her. She ran her fingers through her cropped hair and strode into the kitchen. Trouble was making breakfast. He had just poured two nettle smoothies and was about to sit down when Holly walked in.
"Morning babe!" he said, pulling out a chair for her to sit down.
"Thanks!" Holly grinned, Trouble made her feel so special.
They drank their smoothies and made small talk until they decided they'd better leave for work.
Police Plaza, Haven City
Commander Root was in his office filing paperwork on a new database Foaly had set up. The centaur had assured him, that although it was a prototype it was unsusceptible to viruses and hackers. A knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," he called turning to face the opening door.
"Morning sir," greeted Trouble, propelling a reluctant Holly through the door in front of him.
"Morning to you too, nice to see you're on time. Trouble is a good influence on you Holly." The commander peered at Holly's face. He was no paramedic warlock, but Holly looked ill. "Captain Short, are you feeling Ok? You look a little pale."
Holly groaned.
"We've got something to tell you," said Trouble, looking at Holly.
Holly took a deep breath and stared at the floor. "I'm pregnant."
A/N: It has the same ending line as chapter one, I'm sorry the chapters are short but you'll have to live with it.
Chapter two, Out in the open
A/N: Here's the next chapter...
The clearing, Ireland
Trouble's eyes widened. Holly looked away, trying to hide her tears. She tried to stand up, wanting to run, but she couldn't. Trouble had wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
"Oh Holls, that's wonderful. How long have you known?" he asked, his voice muffled into Holly's shoulder.
Holly pulled away, her residential grin, back on her face. Relief flooded her, drowning her worries. "Four and a half months!"
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, grinning back. It was just like Holly to keep important information to herself, and he knew she never had a good reason for it.
"I couldn't pluck up the courage." Holly too, knew he wouldn't be fooled. Holly Short could not, and would not be classified a wimp.
Trouble laughed, getting to his feet. He reached a hand down to Holly, helping her up. They eased their wings onto their backs and fastened the straps.
"Come on, Let's go home and celebrate."
Holly beamed and the pair flew of, in the direction of Tara, hands linked.
Trouble's Apartment
"Here's to us!" said Trouble, pouring champagne.
They were sitting in Trouble's kitchen, proposing a toast and chatting about the future.
"Only one glass for me." Holly told Trouble, indicating her stomach.
They clinked glasses and sipped champagne,
"I can't believe I'm going to be a dad!" exclaimed Trouble, Holly grinned at him.
Then, all of a sudden her smile faded, doubts clouded her mind, yet again.
"D'arvit!" she breathed, Trouble looked concerned,
"What's wrong?" He questioned, what else had Holly not told him? He dreaded to think. She hadn't forgotten to mention she was having triplets, had she? They would never be able to support five fairies on the wage they received from the LEP.
"What am I going to tell Commander Root? He'll kill me. I don't think I'll tell him," she answered.
Trouble tried not to laugh at the ridiculousness of this idea. At least Holly didn't appear to have any bombshells to drop. "Oh Holly, it'll be worse if you don't tell him. What do you think he'll do when it's born, Hmm? You can't tell him we adopted it. You'll need to go on maternity leave sometime."
Holly groaned and looked pale. "Great," she moaned, her voice laden with sarcasm, "I suppose I'd better go home; I need an early night." She made to get up, but Trouble stopped her.
"You can stay here tonight, we can pick up your LEP uniform on the way into work tomorrow, then we can break the news to Root."
Trouble steered her towards his bedroom and then went to have a shower while Holly climbed into bed.
She sighed and snuggled into the duvet. It had been a long day, she was glad her mind was (almost) free of doubt now. Any more worries and her head might've imploded.
Holly woke up, confused. Where was she? Then she remembered she'd stayed the night with Trouble. She slid out of bed and dressed hurriedly in the clothes she had worn the day before, she couldn't risk being late today. It would make the news even harder to break to Root if he had a grudge against her. She ran her fingers through her cropped hair and strode into the kitchen. Trouble was making breakfast. He had just poured two nettle smoothies and was about to sit down when Holly walked in.
"Morning babe!" he said, pulling out a chair for her to sit down.
"Thanks!" Holly grinned, Trouble made her feel so special.
They drank their smoothies and made small talk until they decided they'd better leave for work.
Police Plaza, Haven City
Commander Root was in his office filing paperwork on a new database Foaly had set up. The centaur had assured him, that although it was a prototype it was unsusceptible to viruses and hackers. A knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," he called turning to face the opening door.
"Morning sir," greeted Trouble, propelling a reluctant Holly through the door in front of him.
"Morning to you too, nice to see you're on time. Trouble is a good influence on you Holly." The commander peered at Holly's face. He was no paramedic warlock, but Holly looked ill. "Captain Short, are you feeling Ok? You look a little pale."
Holly groaned.
"We've got something to tell you," said Trouble, looking at Holly.
Holly took a deep breath and stared at the floor. "I'm pregnant."
A/N: It has the same ending line as chapter one, I'm sorry the chapters are short but you'll have to live with it.