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Weeks Five - Eight

Week Five, Day One

It had taken several days, and playing several other songs (A lot of Journey, Def Leppard, and Christmas songs) But, they finally got, what was apparently, Sirius favorite song, out their heads. Although, every time someone someone even mentioned it, they were reminded of Sirius' horrible three hour version of 'Twinkle, Twinkle, little star'. The song now caused Lily's eyes to start twitching, and James to burst into tears (Lily thought that might just be pregnancy hormones), and start singing it, as Lily had learned last week when a young mother had sung it to her toddler, in the waiting room.

After helping Lily bring her and James' Christmas tree in the house, Sirius, and Peter (Who had finally decided to show his face again) had transformed into their animagus forms and started running around the house, leaving the decorating to James and Lily. Remus would have been there, but the next day was the full moon.

"Lily, why can't we just use magic?" James asked, looking down, in confusion, at the tangled up lights, he had been trying to untangle. The lights seemed to just become even more of a mess.

Lily took the lights from his hands and started to untangle them. "Because, this is how I was raised. I rather like, decorating without magic." She explained, as she fully untangled the lights.

"Okay, you had to have used magic just now! How else would you have done that within seconds?" James asked.

"Years of practice." Lily said, in a deadpan tone. She handed the lights back to James. "Let's light this tree up! "

"Why Lily. It seems as if you want to set our lovely tree on fire." He told her, with a smirk.

"With lights. The lights you're holding. Wrap them around the tree. I'll help, it's easier with two people." Lily corrected, hastily.

James let out a huff of laughter, as they started wrapping the lights around the tree.

Sirius barked joyfully, once they got the lights on the tree.

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Across the street, an elderly woman watched, cuddled up in a warm jacket and a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, as the young couple that lived across from her, put their Christmas tree up in the window. She watched as after they got the lights on the tree, the young red-head stood on her tippytoes to kiss her husband, before putting round, red, silver, and gold ornaments on the tree. The woman sighed, wistfully, as she felt warm arms wrap around her from behind. Her husband kissed her on the cheek.

"Ah, young love." The elderly woman sighed.

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Week Six, Day Two

'Another Day, Another Order meeting' James thought, boredly, as he and Lily sat in an Order meeting, again, he couldn't even count how many things he had heard, then forgotten, moments later, so he just tuned it all out. He'd rather be at home, sleeping, it didn't help that he'd been feeling sick all day. He looked over at her and could tell, she was thinking the same, she was bored, they had way too many order meetings. James rolled his eyes, propping his chin on the palm of his hand. Lily smirked slightly. James looked at her with pleading eyes. Lily raised an eyebrow, but her eyes clearly, to James, atleast, said, 'unless you're sick, we can't leave'. James huffed and looked ahead of him again.

Week Seven, Day Six

James frowned as he tried, and failed, to button his jeans. He fell back onto the bed, still trying, before letting out a huff of frustration, and finding some sweatpants to wear instead. He picked Crookshanks up as he walked by him. Even the t-shirt he was wearing was slightly tighter than normal, he noticed as he looked in the mirror. His free hand strayed down to his abdomen, before he sighed. "Well, Prongslet," he said, using the nickname he and Lily had come up with, as they didn't know the gender, therefore couldn't pick a name. He sighed again. "What're we going to do with you?"

Week Eight, Day Five

When Lily woke up, it took her several minutes to realize that, no, she wasn't in her bedroom. But, in a hotel room in London. Their appointment was scheduled for eight A.M. so, they had left Wednesday evening, so they wouldn't have to wake up at three A.M. Lily stretched as she looked over at the clock, six o'clock, Thirty minutes before the alarm was set to go off. She yawned as she got up from the bed, and grabbed her clothes, before heading to the bathroom to shower.

After she had gotten out, dressed in a peach colored t-shirt, and dark blue skinny jeans, and was toweling her hair dry, she heard the alarm go off. She dropped the towel outside the bathroom, as the sink and mirror weren't in the bathroom, by the door, put her pjs from the night before in the suitcase, and magicked her hair dry. It was cold outside, and she didn't want to go anywhere with wet hair, it had actually been snowing lightly when they arrived the night before. "James. Wake up." She said, walking over and turning off the alarm, honestly, how did he sleep through both the alarm, and her moving around the room. She swore that man could sleep through an earthquake.

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"Potter?" A male midwife-nurse called, James and Lily followed him into the back. Richard, as his nametag said, looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties. He had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and was slightly taller than average.

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Ethan Pomfrey saw many different types of patients. Women, male bearers, pregnant women, high risk pregnancies, male bearer pregnancies. This was mainly because he was a specialist in Male bearer pregnancies, in becoming a specialist, he had to study, and specialize in normal pregnancies first, then high risk pregnancies, then finally he could specialize in male bearer pregnancies, which is the most complicated and takes the most training. Yes, normal Healers, and Midwives could care for them just fine, but, while male bearer pregnancies are similar to normal pregnancies, they were also very different, in many ways. Half of all male bearer pregnancies are high risk, not to mention there are complications that are exclusive to male bearer pregnancies and births, and while healers and midwives may know of them, they aren't necessarily trained to treat them.

Due to how many high risk pregnancies male bearers have, 45 - 60 percent of them end in miscarriage or still birth. A lot ,not all, but a lot of these miscarriages and still births are due to, alot of stress, worry. And most of all, doubt. If a male bearer doubts that they're doing the right thing by doing this, or that they want to do this, or maybe they think they may have miscarried (Which is possible, even if their magic is actively supporting their pregnancy), any of these doubts could cause their magic to stop supporting the pregnancy, resulting in pregnancy loss. Though, a pregnancy can last up to a week - two weeks, (depending on how far along they are), after the male bearer's magic stops supporting it, giving Healers and the parents a pretty small opening to prevent the loss, and get their magic to support the pregnancy again.

If a male bearer's magic supports the whole pregnancy the child will be more powerful than normal, if their magic stops supporting the pregnancy in the third trimester, the child would have a higher chance of survival, but, also a higher chance of being a squib, even a woman's magic supports the third trimester, at the very least. Whether or not a Woman's magic starts (Or a male bearer's continues) supporting a pregnancy in the third trimester is what determines if a child will be magical or not. Unless the child's muggleborn. Muggleborns are actually chosen by lady magic herself.

"Come in." Ethan called, when there was a knock on his office door. He looked up, from his paperwork, as the door quietly opened.

"Sir, Richard told me to tell you, there's a male bearer in room three." Quinisha, one of three midwife-healers that worked with him. The part veela (She knew how to control the allure) had beautiful, dark brown skin, and eyes, and was of average height, she normally wore her black, afroed hair in a ponytail atop her head. The twenty year old was the only of the three that was training under him, to specialize in male bearers, and, oddly enough, the only natural healer of the three midwife-healers.

"Name?"

"Potter, James Micheal." She answered. He typed the name into the computer, getting the basic medical information, and writing it on a peice of parchment, on a clipboard.

He stood and gestured for her to follow him. "Sir?"

"It would seem as if Carissa has already told them that I have a trainee. And they're fine with you helping me. Gotta learn somehow, eh?" He said, before they reached the door to room three, and he knocked softly.

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A few minutes later, after they had done the normal follow-up routine, He told him that they should get a few pregnancy safe nausea potions as ninth week was the worst for morning sickness, and drawn blood (James had not been happy about that), Ethan was getting ready to confirm the pregnancy with an ultrasound, and try to hear or see the heartbeat, as the miscarriage rate dropped to about 10-15 percent once they heard or saw it. They had moved to a room with an ultrasound machine. Ethan put a pair of gloves on before asking Quinisha to hand him the ultrasound gel.

"This might be a bit cold, James." He told him, before squeezing some of the gel out of the bottle and onto James' exposed abdomen. Ethan grabbed the ultrasound wand, and gently but firmly, pressed it where he had applied the gel. Immediately, an image showed on the screen. "There's the uterus." Ethan told them, lightly tracing the outline that had appeared on the screen, with a finger.

"What's that glow around it?" Lily asked, curiously.

"That is James' magic supporting the pregnancy." Ethan answered, moving the wand again, trying to find the embryo.

"So, that's a good thing?" James asked.

"That's a very good thing." He answered. "Here we go." He said, a couple moments later, as he finally found what he was looking for. He measured the embryo. "Eight weeks, six days." He said. "Due date-" he started doing the math in his head.

"August first." Quinisha said, from behind him.

"Oh my- This just became so real." Lily said, with wide emerald green eyes, as she gripped James hand, who let out a chuckle, agreeing with her.

"Here's the head." Ethan told them, using the mouse to show them where. "And here's-" He moved the mouse to the rump. "The rump. Arm buds. Leg buds." as he said each one, he moved the mouse to them. Lily giggled slightly as the baby wriggled around. Ethan moved the mouse to a flickering light. "There's the heart. Beating strongly, too." Ethan said, before he pressed a few buttons on the machine to see the heart rate.

A/N I am not a doctor, or midwife.