Written For:
- Day 13 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Shatter
- Speed Drabble: suit, "Don't do it.", "Ew, that's revolting!"
- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Charmed: (Action) Smashing a bottle over someone's head, (Action) Smashing a mirror
Pairings/Characters: Walburga, Orion
Word Count: 406
Labour Pains
A kick in the teeth is good for some, a kiss with a fist is better than none.
"Mister Black, you must be the only man I've ever met to attend his wife's birth in a suit!" the bustling Mediwitch chuckled as she hurried from the kitchen to the living room, where Walburga was sprawled out on a mattress on the floor.
Walburga, ever a proud woman even in labour, had insisted that Orion wait outside until she felt that she was modest and appropriate enough for him to enter. "Well, it's an important occasion," Orion replied. "The birth of my first son; heir to our fortune and family name."
"ORION!" screeched Walburga suddenly, and the unmistakable sound of glass shattering followed. The medic hurried in first, and Orion followed, taking in the scene. Walburga was nowhere near as modest as she had hoped she would be.
The mirror over the mantle had been smashed, and reflective glass had fallen over and surrounding Walburga's mattress. She was sprawled in the centre of the mattress, positioned slightly above a suspicious looking damp patch, and was laying back with her legs spread wide apart. Orion didn't know where to look - he'd never seen his wife so exposed.
"You son-of-a..." Walburga gasped, narrowing her dark eyes in Orion's direction. He had never seen such anger and distaste across her face, mixed in with the inevitable pain of labour. Her eyes suddenly swivelled around wildly, until they landed on an empty mead bottle just an arms length away.
"Don't do it!" Orion begged nervously, holding up his arms in surrender, but it was too late. The moment that Walburga's hand made contact with the bottle, she was hurling it towards him at breakneck speed, and he felt woozy as it shattered over his skull. Some of old mead remained in the bottle, and the cold, sticky liquid seeped down his back. "Ew, that's revolting!" he exclaimed, wiping the back of his neck and trying to get the worst of it out of his suit.
"You're crowning, Miss Walburga!" the medic cooed excitedly, taking position in front of Walburga. She navigated Orion so that he was kneeling next to him, facing his wife's most intimate area.
She curled back and fisted her hands in the sheets, screaming. Orion couldn't help but sigh.
And here Walburga wanted two children. She could barely manage the labour of the first one!
