The Babies Meet the Parents
Summary: Six women fall pregnant at six different times and three Marauders are born. What about the remaining three? Who are they? Twelve lives are about to be changed…forever.
Disclaimer: I'm still the poor teen who owns a couple of pennies and a packet of gum, a piece of lint and a dust ball. Although I'm looking to acquire the DVD of X-Men 2 which has been lurking under my bed for Merlin knows how long.
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Written By: Savaria----
Date: 20th December 1959
Chapter Seven: A Very Bailey Christmas
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"Davis, sweetie, can you pick up your toys please?" Jemima Bailey asked her 4-year-old son. Davis looked at her and looked like he was about to make a fuss when a train suddenly got rammed into his leg. Davis let out a wail of frustration and kicked the smaller person next to him, who wailed in pain.
Jemima put the books she was holding down on the table and picked up her youngest wailing son. Devon's wails subsided and he buried his head in his mother's chest.
"Dav' bad," He mumbled, his thumb sneaking into his mouth. Jemima adjusted his weight onto her hip and she looked at her oldest son. Davis had the decency to look guilty.
"Now why did you kick your brother?" Jemima asked.
"He hurt me with his train," Davis replied. "Actually, he stole my train and hit me with it,"
Jemima moved so that Devon had no choice but to move his head, she looked down at him.
"You did hurt your brother first, what do you say?" She said.
"Sowwy," Devon muttered.
"And you Davis," She continued.
"Sorry," Davis said huffily.
Satisfied, Jemima put her son down and waited until Davis started putting away his toys. Devon tugged on her trouser leg, he was clutching a fluffy blue blanket and his thumb was in his mouth. Jemima immediately knew what Devon wanted and she picked the little boy up. He buried his head in her chest again.
Jemima walked out of the living room and up the stairs to her sons' bedroom. She turned down the covers on Devon's bed one-handed and then placed her youngest son onto the bed. He took his thumb out of his mouth and smiled at her sweetly. Jemima ran a hand through his strawberry-blond hair and then pulled the covers up. His eyes dropped until they were closed. Jemima smiled lovingly.
She left the room, closing the door with small snap, and was about to head downstairs to see how Davis was doing when she was hit with a dizzy spell. She closed her eyes and leant against the wall hoping it would pass. When it did she opened her eyes and sighed.
'What's happening to me?' She thought. 'Maybe I'm sick,' Jemima was momentarily panicked. She straightened herself up and headed back towards the living room. Davis had tidied his toys away and was currently watching cartoons on the new muggle television that Jemima thought would be nice to have.
Jemima headed straight towards the bookcase and pulled out 'Magic-to-Muggle Medical Guide'. She made sure Davis was happily content before she flicked to the glossary and started reading.
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An hour later (yes an hour, despite the size of the book Jemima's a quick reader) Jemima had a small list of what could be wrong with her.
'I either have a slight variant of food poisoning, cow fever (highly unlikely as I haven't been around any cows lately) or I'm pregnant,' Jemima looked up from her list and thought for a moment, ignoring the fact that Davis had fallen asleep. She looked down. 'Well my boobs do seem bigger,' She chuckled. 'There's only one way to find out!'
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10 minutes and 2 spells later confirmed that Jemima definitely was pregnant, and that she was due late July.
After making sure that Davis was tucked up in bed Jemima thought of ways to tell her husband. Smiling she took out a piece of paper that was on the 'To owl' pile and, picking up a quill, started writing.
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…5 Days Later. 25th December 1960…
"Wake up Mummy! Wake up Daddy! It's Christmas!" Davis exclaimed happily as he bounced on his parent's bed. Jemima felt her husband turn around and guessed that her oldest son was nearer to his side of the bed than hers.
"Davis, Daddy knows it's Christmas," Midian Bailey started as he tried to calm down the hyperactive youngster. "But you've got to be quiet in the morning, Mummy's still asleep-"
"Mummy wishes she was still asleep," Jemima piped tiredly, making her presence known. Jemima rolled over as Davis squealed in delight (obviously happy that everyone was awake). Midian gave her a sympathetic smile as he tried to calm down his eldest son. Jemima raised herself onto her elbows, looking for Davis' partner in crime.
"Oh Devon…" She said as she spotted her youngest son. Devon Bailey stood at the door to his parent's bedroom. He was clutching his blue blanket tightly while his thumb was in his mouth. His strawberry-blond hair fell into his chocolate brown eyes lightly and he had a look of utter exhaustion on his face. He looked at her pleadingly, probably thinking something along the lines of 'can I go back to bed now please?'
"What time is it?" Jemima asked. Midian looked at his magical clock and groaned.
"2:18 AM," Jemima groaned in reply. She yawned and then gestured for Devon to slide in beside her, the little boy did and Jemima rolled around so that she was cuddling him to her chest. She felt Davis move and only assumed that he'd clambered in beside Midian.
Jemima felt her eyes grow heavy and she closed them obediently, welcoming the darkness that it brought.
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Jemima next awoke to the smell of Turkey drifting through the house. The presence of a small body next to her confirmed that Devon was still asleep and the difference of weight in the bed suggested that Midian wasn't there.
She rolled over gently, making sure not to wake Devon, and then got up and headed downstairs. Davis was sitting on the sofa and as soon as he spotted his mother his grin widened and he headed towards the Christmas tree and the presents.
"Dave, what did I say about the presents?" Midian's voice came from the kitchen. Davis' shoulders slumped dejectedly and he sighed.
"Wait until Mummy and Devon wake up," He whined. "But Mummy's here now,"
Midian walked out of the kitchen (wearing Jemima's frilly apron, much to her amusement) and smiled at his son.
"Well Devon isn't up yet," He said, winking at Jemima. Davis perked up.
"I'll get 'im," Davis exclaimed, running past Jemima and up the stairs. Jemima rolled her eyes and accepted the hug and kiss Midian gave her.
"Merry Christmas," Midian muttered into her hair.
"Merry Christmas," Jemima replied. Davis bounced down the stairs and headed straight towards the presents, a sleepy Devon trailing behind him.
"Guess we're opening presents now," Jemima added. Midian nodded and chuckled.
"Indeed we are," He replied, took of the apron and went to stop Davis before he opened everything on sight.
"Perfect…" Jemima muttered, smiling.
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It had been an hour after they had started to open the presents and Jemima couldn't be more relieved when she saw Midian hand Devon his last present (Davis had long since finished receiving his and was currently playing with a remote control car in the corner). Devon eagerly opened his to reveal a Hot Wheels car set. He thanked Davis (whose name had been on the tag), ripped the packaging off and started to play with them.
Midian smiled and moved so that he was sitting with his arm around Jemima.
"Doesn't this look picture perfect?" Midian whispered. Jemima nodded and sat up, rummaging underneath the tree opposite. Midian looked on curiously. Jemima straightened up with two boxes in her arms. She turned around and handed the bigger one to Midian who untied the elaborate red bow and lifted the lid.
"Wow Jem!" He exclaimed, lifting out a green Ireland Quidditch shirt (as residents of Ireland they supported their home team whole-heartedly). His surname (Bailey) was printed across the back of the shirt, just above the number 5. He smiled widely and locked Jemima in a passionate kiss. When the kiss ended the smile was still on his face. "Thank you!"
Jemima shifted the smaller box. "Here," She placed the box on Midian's lap. He folded up the Quidditch shirt neatly and picked the smaller box up.
"Ooohhh, what's this?" He asked. Jemima rolled her eyes.
"Just open it!" She replied. Midian untied the elaborate red bow very slowly, his brown eyes twinkling. "Come on!" She cried. Midian laughed and finished untying the bow. He slowly took of the lid, looking down at the contents of the box.
He stared, his mouth wide open.
"You're gonna catch flies y'know?" Jemima stated after several minutes of silence. Davis and Devon seemed to have noticed that something was happening as both of them had stopped what they were doing to stare at their parents.
Jemima moved so she sat next to her husband instead of opposite and looked into the box at what her husband was staring at.
Inside the box was a replica of the Quidditch shirt Jemima had just given Midian. But with noticeable differences. The first being that it was about 10 sizes smaller, and the second being the name on the back. Instead of the name simply saying 'Bailey' it said something else, and that something had Midian baffled.
The shirt said 'Baby Bailey'.
Midian turned his head and looked at Jemima. His eyes asking the unasked question that hung in the air. Jemima smiled and nodded. Midian grinned and pushed the box to one side. He and Jemima hugged, kissed and then sat in each other's embrace.
"And this is how it should be," Midian whispered into his wife's hair. They closed their eyes blissfully, but were soon interrupted by the smell of smoke drifting into the living room. Midian sniffed, stiffened and shot up (being careful not to hurt Jemima in the process).
"The turkey!" He cried. He grabbed the discarded apron and rushed into the kitchen. Devon and Davis exchanged worried glances, but calmed down as their heard their mother's laughter.
Jemima sat by the tree laughing her head off.
'Some thing's never change,' She thought as she remembered a similar thing happening the year before.
She looked around the room, at her sons and listened happily to her husband's rants. Things, for her, could only get better.
And as for things never changing, she hoped they never would.
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Yay! I did it! D
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