Once the tea party play-set was put away, our family of three gathered around the table to eat. Dean led our prayer of thanks. For a while I never had a set faith, but Dean had never let go of his and wanted our daughter to be raised in the same manner of which he was.

Imani, ever trying to remain classy, even though she was only 4, placed her paper napkin in her lap and daintily began to eat her food.

"I talked to my mum today."

"Really? I hope all is well."

"It is. She sends her love along with the same threats as always."

"I've been here for 4 years, haven't I ?"

"You have, you have. She likes you."

"She tolerates me. There's a difference, but I can't actually blame her. If someone did what I did to you to Imani, no one would be able to locate their body." Dean's mouth turned up in the corners to his signature smirk that I loved so much.

"I'm glad to hear you say that."

"Daddy, DONE!"

"I don't think so, Princess. I still see something green on your plate."

"It's ICKY!"

"You want to go to Hogwarts one day, right?"

"Yes!"

"Well you need to eat your veggies so you can grow big and strong."

DEAN'S POV

As soon as the taxi pulled in front of that familiar townhouse, I felt comforted. I swiped the residual tears from my eyes. I paid the taxi driver with the crumpled up bills that I kept on me in events such as this one.

I knew I shouldn't be lifting something as heavy as the luggage I was carrying, but I just prayed that maybe it wouldn't hurt the baby. I lifted my hand to the door and knocked.

"Just one moment." The voice brought a smile to my weary face. When the door was opened, I saw the bright eyes of my 15 year old sister, Eve. When she recognized me, she pulled me into her arms.

"Mama! It's Dean!"

"Silly girl, it can't be Dean! You know he's away at that school of his."

"No Mama. He's right here." My mother came grumbling from down the stairs. Nothing had changed about her. Her cinnamon colored skin looked as flawless as it always had. Her sturdy frame gave me comfort by just looking at her.

"Dean! How in God's name did you get here?"

"The headmaster gave me special permission to leave." Then my sniffles started again. These damn hormones.

"Are you okay, Dear? Did they do something to hurt my baby! Eve, go get my purse. You just tell me who it is and I'll give them a piece of my mind." She quickly led us over to the couch. I gently placed my hand on her arm.

"No, Mama. You see…there's no need for all of that."

"Tell me what's wrong, Dean. A mother always knows when one of her babies is hurting."

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

"I'm family, too!" Eve huffed from her place by the sofa.

"I'll tell you later, but right now, I just need Mum."

I let her follow me to my room, which was still as tidy as it had been when I left. She closed the door shut behind us.

"Now, tell me what's hurting you and remember, no matter what you say won't stop me from loving you." She came and sat on the bed with me, her hand gripping mine. It felt almost overwhelming to have another touch me after seven months without it.

"Mama…" There was o way possible for me to start this story. 'Hey mum, I'm a wizard, I'm gay, and tada now I'm pregnant. I decided she needed the whole truth if there was anyway possible for her to help me.

"I met someone at school."

"Who is he." I was taken aback by her statement.

"How did-"

"A mother ALWAYS knows."

"Well…his name is Blaise. Blaise Zabini. Remember when I told you about houses?" I waited for her affirmative nod, then continued with the tale of my romantic tryst with the supposed love of my life.

"We were assigned to work together for a project in Charms. You know you always taught me not to judge, so I went into the assignment as approachable as possible and I guess Blaise had some manners as well and we finished the assignment with flying colors. From then on, we would always try to work together. He really is a nice boy."

"He made the first move, if that's what you're wondering, Mum." She smiled a little and continued to listen to the long story of my first romance.

"I hate staying indoors, so I decided to just be outside and sketch. I soon felt someone was right beside me, so I looked over and saw him. He was smiling. I had never seen him smile before. We talked in that secluded area for over 3 hours. He was such a good listener and I had friends, but none of them made me feel so important and none of them ever seemed so interested in what I was saying. He then left to go finish some 'homework'."

"We met occasionally in the same manner outside of class as last time. It seemed as if he always knew where to find me. After about a dozen of our meet ups he asked me out, well not really, he asked if we could change the setting of our gatherings to something more intimate, which I took as a date. In a way it was. We have this room that changes into whatever you need it to be when you walk by it 3 times. That where all of our 'non-dates' were held."

I was watching my mother out of the corner of my eye. I knew she was trying hard to hold her tongue. If there was one thing you never did, it was mess with Cynthia Thomas's children.

"After a few months, we mutually escalated our relationship to something...well it became..."

"You slept with him, didn't you?"

"Well, yes, Mum. I was so smitten with him. We continued to...sleep together, as you so bluntly put it." So far my mother had taken everything so well. How was I going to tell her that she was going to be a grandmother?

"Mum...I've messed up." The tears came on their own accord. I hadn't cried up until now. My mother pulled me into her comforting arms, even though I was a whole foot and some inches taller than her.

"You can tell me anything, Baby. Come on, now."

"Well, the thing is that...I'mpregnant." There was silence in the room except for my occasional sniffles. My mother's silence scared me beyond anything I could possibly imagine.

"How far along are you?" She said after what felt like an eternity.

"Seven and a half months."

"Why you couldn't possibly-" I knew what she was going to say, so I carefully removed my wand from its holster and set about taking off my glamour charm. She watched with her mouth agape as my stomach steadily expanded. The strange tingling accompanied my transformation.

My mother placed a perfectly manicured hand over her mouth.

"My baby. How did this- He did this?"

"Well, according to my research, my father's family carries the gene that allows males to get pregnant, so here I am." The tears were slowly stopping.

"So where's Blaise?"

"He doesn't want me, Mama. He doesn't want me or our baby!" Damn my tears! I was full on sobbing on the floor, my head in my mother's lap.

"Dean, you're strong. You've been through so much-we've been through so much and I want you to know that I am here for you. You're obviously going to have this baby and I'm gonna help you any way that I know how."

DEAN'S PRESENT DAY POV

I knew Blaise still felt horrible about abandoning me, he deserved to, but I had forgiven him as soon as he came back to us. When Blaise was devoted to something, he was devoted 100 percent.

My family didn't want me to take him back, but I had to. When something is right, you just know.

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There are about 2 chapters left, so please stick with me people! I love ya!