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Age Twenty Eight, Surprise

Lily Warner did not feel very well. She was climbing a ladder in her bookstore to put book on the top shelf, and nausea was washing over her in violent waves, threatening to topple her from the ladder. She was gripping the shelves, trying to steady her stomach. Her body was aching and the room was spinning. Her head felt stuffy and she had been using a ton of tissues.

These symptoms had been no stranger to her lately. She was obviously coming down with something, but she had fought off going to see a healer for as long as possible. Scott had finally persuaded her to make an appointment for today. She knew that she had a temperature as well, but she was trying to ignore that. The nausea was more difficult to shove aside, however.

The last time she had felt this sick was after she had gotten that lovely little kiss from a seventh year. That was still bookmarked at the most awkward moment in her life, and she had felt horrible about it for a week afterward. She had felt dirty and violated after it happened, and while Scott attempted to console her, she had gotten into the shower and attempted to scrub off her lips. Her husband had sat outside the shower, talking to calm her, all the while trying to keep himself calm. For some reason, Lily felt guilty about the entire situation, although Scott kept telling her that this was no her fault in any way. The shower water had just not been hot enough and the soap not effective enough and Lily kept scrubbing away. Eventually, once Scott had gotten control of his own emotions, he called Lily out of the shower. When she emerged, her entire body red from the intensity of the water's heat, Scott had a towel waiting for her, and he wrapped it around her and pulled her close to his chest. And that was that.

The next morning, when the mentors and their students were supposed to have breakfast with one another, Scott pretended that he had lost his voice during the night so that he did not have to talk to Brody. Lily had wanted to stick out the rest of the weekend to avoid disappointing Rosaleen, and Scott had agreed very reluctantly. He shot Brody dirty looks for the next two days and did not say one word to him. When they returned home at the end of the weekend, he cut off correspondence with the seventh year wife-kisser.

Now, Lily chose not to think too much about this event. At the present moment, she was much too preoccupied with the fact that the bookshelves were spinning around. It was probably not the best idea to be on a ladder.

"Lily, get down from there. It's time for your appointment," Rose called from the bottom of the ladder. She had on the glasses that made her look like a librarian.

"I'll come down once the room stops spinning," Lily replied.

It was difficult to Apparate in her nausea and dizziness, but Lily managed to do it without splinching herself. As she sat in the waiting room, she realized that she was a little anxious about this check-up. These symptoms had been going on for about two weeks, and Lily did not want them to mean that anything was wrong. She suspected that it was the flu, but there was no way to be sure until the healer checked her out.

She had never really enjoyed the atmosphere of the check-up rooms. They were brightly decorated so that children felt more at ease, and they always smelled of generic disinfectant sprays. Her normal healer was a very nice woman, who didn't make Lily feel awkward in any way. This was nice, because Lily had always had issues with showing her body to other people. The healer ran some tests on her, examined her body, and listened to what Lily had to say about her symptoms before leaving Lily alone on the examination table, awaiting the test results. She sniffed, and reached into the pocket of her slacks to pull out a tissue. A supply of them had been kept there for the past two weeks to subdue her sickness symptoms.

Her bookstore had not been doing as well as she hoped, this year. Her sales were dropping and she did not know how to get them up again. She had been trying to get famous authors to come in and read to attract customers, but the first reader did not come in until next month. Through her own fame, she had become acquainted with some of these writers, who subsequently agreed to come and help out a fellow writer. These readings were her last hope. Sure, she had enough of her own money to keep the bookstore open for as long as she wanted, but she did not want it to eat up the money she had; she'd rather be funneling that money into charities. That shop had taken her forever to open, and she did not want to shut it down, but that appeared to be a viable inevitability. Constantly staying home was not a very attractive decision for Lily, even though she was still writing. Her last book had not been as successful as her previous ones, either. Still, this year had not been as bad as the last one.

She had Scott had obtained all of the paperwork for adopting a baby. Scott had finally come to terms with the fact that they may never conceive their own child, so they were going to join the waiting list to get someone else's. They were only in the stages of filling out the dozens of sheets they had acquired, but at least they were doing something. And at least they were in it together. It was hard to get excited at this point in the process because the request for the baby wasn't even on paper yet, but Lily was trying her best. Scott was having an even more difficult time than his wife with the situation. She knew that the thoughts of adoption kept him up at night because he often kept her up at night.

Lily had been devoting much of her thought to the child that the paperwork would bring. Her heart really longed to have a daughter, though she hadn't shared that little tidbit with Scott, who was hoping to have a son. She had been formulating plans about how she would raise a daughter and how she would teach her about the world and love and family. The adoption agents she and her husband had met with a few weeks ago informed them that this process could take from a few weeks to a few years, depending on how picky they wanted to be. Lily wanted to be picky, but she also did not want to wait a few years to receive a child. She was already twenty-eight, for Merlin's sake.

The healer returned with some papers in hand and a calming smile on her face. "Well, Lily, you'll be happy to know that all you've got is a case of an ordinary cold," she said. "I recommend lots of sleep and liquids; maybe take a few days off of work."

"That's really all I have?" Lily said, surprised to find herself relieved. "I don't usually get so severely nauseous and dizzy when I have a cold."

"Yes, well, these things happen," said the healer. "There are different severities of colds. Oh, and the fact that you're pregnant may account for some of the symptoms."

Lily froze. "What?" she hissed. "I'm what?"

"You're pregnant, Lily," the healer said, smiling at Lily's shock. "Two months pregnant, to be precise."

This was the same healer who had run all of the tests on Lily that told her it was going to be difficult to have a baby, and now she was telling Lily that a child was growing inside of her.

"A-are you sure?" Lily stammered. Her knees had given way and she was leaning against the examination table for support.

"Positive," the healer smiled.

"Thank you," Lily said sincerely. Then she leapt forward and threw her arms around her healer, thanking her profusely. "I've got to get home."

She Apparated home as quickly as she could, but Scott wasn't home. He was working onsite in Derby, so he was an extra hour's commute away. She needed to tell someone about this. She knew it wasn't healthy to Apparate when pregnant, so she did not want to risk Apparating so far away. Mobile was the only way to communicate with him.

The phone rang four times before the voicemail kicked in. Restlessly, Lily's legs bounced up and down while she waited for the beep. "Hey baby, it's me," she told the voicemail. "I want you home right now, but I suppose I'll just have to wait. If you get this before I see you then don't worry, I'm all right. There's just something important I have to talk to you about." She hung up, not wanting to give anything away in a message. This was an announcement that needed to be done in person.

She could call Lucile, but that did not seem to be fair to Scott. True, Lucile did tell Lily of her pregnancy before she found Garrett, but that was because she was not sure if Garrett wanted a child. Lily was four hundred percent positive that Scott wanted a child. It was killing her, not being able to tell him the news.

A baby was growing inside of her right at this very moment. Her hand crept to her stomach. She could not believe it. She had been waiting years for this exact moment. Now that it was here, she was the only one to experience it, and that was disappointing. If the situation was as she had always imagined it to be, Scott would have been there to celebrate with her. The champagne would be opened and they would toast to their child…though, come to think of it, Lily should not be drinking while pregnant.

She would love to write a book comparing and contrasting how Muggles raise their children versus how wizards raise them. That had always been a subject that interested her, but she had never pursued the research. Now, she would be able to add her own input into the book, since she was going to have a baby herself.

She was pregnant. She was going to have a baby. Finally. She wanted to tell Scott more than anything, at this point. The want had turned into a yearning. The news had to be told to someone, since Lily had been waiting for such a long time to receive it. Impatiently, she tapped her foot against the table. Her eyes kept involuntarily wandering to her stomach. They had finally managed to conceive. It had only taken…well, it had taken years, but at least it had happened.

Lily heard a key turn in the front door, and it opened, revealing Scott laden with all sorts of his crazy instruments that he used when he worked on sites. Lily stood from her chair immediately and rushed over to help him set down his burden. "Hello, my darling," she greeted, taking things from his arms and kissing his face. "Did you listen to the voicemail I left you?"

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't get it," Scott said. He sounded curious. Once he had put down all of his gadgets carefully, he gave her a kiss. "What did it say?" he wondered.

"Well," she began, dragging out the word. "I went to the healer's today."

"How did it go? Is something the matter?"

They were still standing by the front door, but Lily could not contain the information any longer; she had waited too long to tell him already. "No, nothing's the matter. Actually…" She couldn't help it, a smile popped onto her face. "We're pregnant, darling."

It was a good thing that Scott had already put down all of his equipment, because otherwise, he would have dropped it. Instead, only his jaw dropped. "You're pregnant?" he gaped in disbelief.

"Yes," Lily beamed. "We finally did it. We're having a baby."

A smile matching Lily's spread across Scott's face. Suddenly, he hugged his wife tightly, picking her up and spinning her around. "We're pregnant!" he cried. He set Lily down and kissed her forcefully. His face was glowing. "This is amazing. Lily…I…Merlin…we're having a baby!" He kissed her again. "I love you."

"I love you too," Lily replied.

"We can throw away those adoption papers and finally start planning for our own baby! We can paint the spare room for a nursery and baby-proof the house and names! We've got to come up with names!"

Lily laughed, loudly and joyously. "We still have seven months. Tonight, I think we should celebrate."

Smiles were plastered on both of their faces, and Lily did not expect them to disappear anytime soon.

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