Hmm…Okay, I think I know what I'm doing now. Enjoy this chappie, or else my llama army will come and spit on you with their Acid Spit of Doom! Just kidding…anyway, here you go!

Chapter 13

Clara

It's been a couple weeks since the party, and Isabel still gets giddy when she looks at the ring on her finger. The two of us are walking along at night, just chatting.

"So," I start, "do you guys know when the wedding will be?"

Isabel shakes her head. "Not yet, but I'm personally hoping that it'll be soon. The suspense is killing me!"

I laugh. "But don't you think you should wait until after the baby? I mean, it's so close to coming now."

"Yeah, I guess so. But still…I don't know what Arkarian has in mind, so I can't really make a decision just yet. At least, not without knowing what he wants."

I raise an eyebrow. "Would you like to know?"

She stops and looks at me, as if trying to figure out whether or not I'm lying. "Sure," she agrees, and so I ask him.

Isabel would like to know what you have in mind for the wedding, I say.

It takes him a while to respond; he's probably thinking it over first. Well, it has to be after the baby's born, but I'm not sure. It really depends on Isabel.

How so?

Well, it might take a while for her to be able to leave the baby with anybody, even for a little while, which is something she'll need to do if we want to have a proper wedding.

I tell all this to Isabel. She snorts. "Yeah, it already won't be a 'proper' wedding. How is my father supposed to walk me down the isle if I don't even know where he is?"

"Well, maybe Jimmy could do it instead. He's like a father."

I see her considering what I've said. "Yeah, I guess that'd be fine."

"Is there anything else you'd like to know from Arkarian?"

"Actually, yes." She tells me what it is.

Isabel would now like to know what's to be done with the "living arrangements" as she puts it.

What do yo mean?

I mean, she'd like to know if she'll be living with you or still at her place.

Again, he takes a while to answer. Which would she rather do?

I ask her before replying, She'd rather live with you.

Then that's what will happen, no matter what anyone says. Starting right after the wedding, of course.

I tell this to Isabel, and she grins. But her grin soon fades, and a look of pain takes over. She screams and crumples to the ground. Startled, I turn around. "Isabel! Are you okay?"

She nods slowly, but I can still see that she's in pain. She tries to speak but can't. "Don't mind me doing this," I say as I take a look at her thoughts. Get the others, now! is what she's thinking. Quickly, I do just that, and pretty soon, the other 13 come running up the hill we're on. For some reason, Hermione's brought a whole bunch of supplies, including a couple blankets. I finally realize what's going on, and I can't believe I didn't see it before!

XXXXXXXX

Vanessa

After a couple hours, the baby comes out. I take my hand from inside Jacob's and put it, along with my other one, covering my mouth. It's so beautiful! Well, it hasn't been washed off yet, but still. Once Arkarian cuts the cord, Hermione grabs the baby and does Aguamenti to wash it off. Wrapping it in a towel, she announces, "It's a girl."

Isabel squeals in excitement as Arkarian helps her stand. He embraces her, but she pulls away so that she can see her daughter. Tears come to her eyes as she asks Arkarian, "What should we name her?"

I grin, knowing that they probably won't think of one to agree on for a while. He'll probably want one that's sort of old fashioned or different, while she'll want a more normal and modern one.

"Look," Isabel says after a while, "Why don't we both just sleep on it? We'll figure something out by tomorrow, won't we?"

Arkarian nods. "I guess so," he says simply. After giving Isabel a hug goodbye and congratulating the two of them, I go to where Jacob is waiting. He slips his arm around my waist, and we walk off to his house.

"Well, goodnight," I say to Jacob, kissing him. He grabs my arm gently.

"Wait, Vanessa. We've been 'dating' now for pretty much 6 months…"

"What are you saying?"

"I don't think that there's much of a need for separate rooms or beds…I mean, if it's okay with you, of course…" He's acting so nervous, and I can't see why. Maybe he's afraid that I'll say no, and he'll be left feeling stupid.

"Are you asking if I'd like to sleep…in your bed…with you?" I clarify.

He looks at me suddenly, and our eyes connect, dark green with blue. "Because that would be fine with me," I continue, and he grins.

"Let's go, then."

I'm sorry, potter-me-, if that relationship was too rushed for you, but I wanted to do something with it. I'm still trying to figure out how to move Kyle and Clara's relationship along…oh well. I hope you all enjoyed that chapter! Coming up next: the name of the baby and (possibly) working on that last relationship.