In the Living Room-
The four sat around the coffee table, finishing off the stack of pancakes. Rose leaned back and sighed contentedly, Voldemort yawned and stretched out to put his head on her tummy.
Lynn looked over at Voldemort and then at Quirrell. She then looked down at her own stomach, and looked like she was deep in thought.
"Lynn, what's the matter?" Rose asked, stroking Voldemort's hair gently.
"I wanna baby." Lynn whined, biting her lip as she looked over at Quirrell whom flushed red.
"Uh, okay, Lynn you kinda both have to want a baby. And I'm not so sure right now is the time for that. Besides, why do you want a baby?" Rose said calmly, trying to be the rational one.
"Cause their tiny and cute and part of me and part of him and I promise to take care of it Quirrell, pweeeaaaassssseeeeee." Lynn said looking over at him with sad, puppy eyes.
Quirrell covered his face with his hand. "Lynn..."
"Pwease. I'll be really really good."
"It doesn't work the way Rose has for hers, Lynn, I've explained this to you already."
Her lip quivered. "It doesn't? No, no your lying."
"Lynn, I can promise you that you are so not ready for a baby, 'kay? And neither is Quirinius." Voldemort muttered, his eyes closed.
"Be nice, Tom." Rose smacked him lightly, "But, I think he's right."
Lynn's face fell. "Oh, I see..."
"Lynn," Quirrell said reaching out for Lynn but she shifted away from him. He sighed. "Lynn please."
"I think I'm going to get dressed," Lynn murmured leaving the room, and Quirrell leaned back, melting slightly into the sofa. "You think things are one way with her and she swaps her emotions in three seconds flat... Has she always been a handful?"
"Yes, now picture all that with morning sickness and mood swings. Not pretty." Voldemort muttered.
"Speaking of morning sickness..." Rose shoved Voldemort off and dashed to the door.
"Ouch," Voldemort rubbed his head and sat up on the floor. "And without warning, things get very messy..."
"Still worth it?" Quirrell asked, raising his eyebrow while he looked over at Voldemort.
"Oh, yeah...definitely worth her being this way, she's much more...uh, I don't know, easy to get along with, since the whole thing about using her soul to get rid of that demon is over. Besides," Voldemort smiled at Quirrell, "the baby moves inside her, it's friggin' sweet."
"Never took you for the fathering kind." Quirrell said, rubbing his neck. "I want to be a dad, but Lynn just seems to want a baby for all the wrong reasons." He sighed. "I hate that she gets mad at me about it, but what am I suppose to do?"
Voldemort shrugged, "I don't know, maybe you should get Rose to talk to her? I actually wasn't really happy knowing that now I had to help with a baby, but, the first time I felt it kick,which was totally by accident, I knew that this was the right thing to do."
There was loud retching sounds from the upstairs bathroom. Voldemort grimaced, "Ah, duty calls." And he was out the door.
Quirrell sighed, getting up off the chair. He rubbed the back of his neck, wincing when his hand accidentally touched the bite mark causing it to burn. Quirrell knew he should find Lynn whom could be anywhere. He moved out the door and up the stairs, passing the sounds of Rose throwing up, and to his room. The door was locked.
Quirrell sighed, knocking lightly on the wood of the door. "Lynn, let me in."
"Go away." Lynn's muffled voice called back, "Lynn's not here."
Quirrell sighed leaning against the door. "Fine, you're not there. Just wanted to check on you. I know you're mad at me. But I have to be reasonable here. Are you even ready for a baby? I am, but I - I'm not sure you are."
A muffled yell came from inside. Quirrell bashed his head against the door, "Stupid Quirrell. Wrong thing to say. Definitely wrong thing to say."
"Just go away, Quirrell. Please." Lynn murmured.
At this point, Voldemort and Rose come out of the bathroom and stare at the crazies.
"Let me guess, Lynn wants baby?" Rose rubbed her forehead.
"I think I got her more pissed at me." Quirrell murmured.
"Just leave me alone, all of you."
"Well, that's too bad, because I know the counterspell for the locks on the doors, Lynn." Rose pulled out her wand. "And I am coming in."
"Try and I'll throw myself in the cupboard!." Lynn retorted back.
Rose froze, "You wouldn't dare." she snarled.
Panic swept across Quirrell's face, as Lynn replied. "I would."
"Well, then you and Kysis can enjoy each other's company. You remember how much fun good old Kysis was? All that studying and those lectures and note taking?" Rose crossed her arms.
"Bet he'd give me a baby."
"Not if you were the last women on the face of the Earth. Kysis isn't on that team." Rose smiled.
"Lynn, please." Quirrell mumured looking quite pale. Though Quirrell looked a little relieved to hear Kysis- from the sounds of what Rose said- was gay and wouldn't take up Lynn's offer if Lynn decided to dive into the cupboard. Voldemort on the other hand was repulsed and had to scoot away from Quirrell, feeling his personal man-space was being intruded upon..
"Just go away." Lynn cried out. "I just want to be left alone. And I don't care what team, I'll jump in that cupboard anyway. At least, I'd be away from some people."
Quirrell leaned against the door frame more then slightly hurt. "You don't mean that."
"Want to test and see?"
"Okay, I've had enough of this." Rose waved her wand and the door clicked open, she slammmed it open and stood with her hands on her hips. "That is enough! You need to stop with the whining about not having a baby! This was an accident! Besides, what would you do with a baby that you couldn't do with mine? Why do you want a baby so damn bad? And furthermore-urp-" Rose covered her mouth and rushed back to the bathroom.
Lynn shuddered, hearing the sounds of Rose in the bathroom. She was laying on the bed. The girl covered her head with the tear stained pillow. "Fine!" she muttered darkly. "No more baby wanting talk."
Rose came back into the room, trying to regain her composure, "Good, I'm glad you could come to a mature decision about this. Now, come and help me pick out names."
Lynn slowly sat up, sighing. "Okay, I guess I can do that."
"Great, now I was thinking..." Rose's voice trailed off as the girls went to the library.
Voldemort and Quirrell stood in silence for a moment.
"See," Voldemort put his hand on Quirrell's back, "I told you that Rose could fix it. She just has more experience with dealing with Crazy's shinanigans, that's all."
Quirrell turned to Voldemort with a shaky smile. "I don't know what's up with her. I thought I had her figured out and then, snap, she's changed again." He sighed softly. "I'm not sure what to do with her sometimes. It gets hard to keep up with her at times, you know? Recently I'm not sure if I'm enough to keep a hold of her from these kinds of moods. You think she'd understand, and you think she does, but then she goes right around and it's all so … so aggravating..."
"Mm, well I think it's just her being overly excited about the wedding and the baby. Maybe she'll cool off after it's all over, and if not, you can always bunk with me and Rose! Or Kysis, if you're feeling particularly sick in the head..." Voldemort tore off as Quirrell made a swipe at his head with a balled up fist.
"Why would you even say that," Quirrell yelled chasing after him. He paused for a moment, looking puzzled. "Wait, Voldemort... You don't think... Lynn- Hey! Get back here!" Quirrell yelled, as Voldemort kept running. Quirrell shook his head, chasing after him.
"See, I'm trying to help and you hit me!" Voldemort stuck his tongue out at Quirrell and tried to force Hodrous's bedroom door closed, unfortunately Quirrell was already pulling it open.
"By making jokes on my sexuality? That isn't funny!" Quirrell said, stepping into the room. "It doesn't help Lynn was fully prepared to shut herself in that cupboard just to get away from me! Am I that terrible?"
"Okay, first I was just making a joke...No insult meant by that, I did say if you were feeling 'particularly sick in the head'. And no you're not that terrible. I think she's just excited. That's it, and maybe a little jealous that Rose is getting married, perhaps?" Voldemort stood a good few feet away from Quirrell.
"I think it's a little more then 'a little' jealous." Quirrell murmured, dropping his head and covering his face with his hands.
"Okay, so what are you going to do about it?" Voldemort inclined his head.
"I don't know," Quirrell said, shaking, "I sound horrible don't I. It's not that I don't want to marry her. I just want to know her better... longer. . . I don't want to ruin your guys wedding and I don't want to ask Lynn too soon on the subject. I want to make sure this is the right thing for both of us, you know. So I had been planning on perhaps asking her sometime after your wedding. But , Lynn's well being... so... well... over the top... And I just don't know what to do with her right now. I just don't want to mess this up, you know... Because I really do love her. It's just- Merlin, I sound awful..."
"Yeah, you do, but that's because you're kind of rushing yourself. Why don't you stop worrying about this and maybe your hair won't fall out. After the wedding and the baby, Crazy will be so busy she won't have time to badger you. So, for the time being, let Rose handle the emotion roller coaster that is your girlfriend." Voldemort put his hand on Quirrell's shoulder.
"But Rose shouldn't have to worry about that." Quirrell murmured, sighing deeply. "She doesn't need the stress that Lynn could quite possibly throw her way. That kind of stress isn't good on the baby, you know."
"Yes, but Rose loves this stuff, she gets her kicks by smacking us up and yelling at Crazy, that's how she relieves stress. Besides, she knows her limit, she won't do more than her fair share of damage control." Voldemort leaned back, "Oh, and remind me to ask Rose about that counter spell. I'm tired of people slamming doors and such."
"What you mean 'Alohomora'?" Quirrell asked, confused.
"No, that's not it, I tried it when Rose locked me out of our room last week. We better go see what the girls are thinking of naming my unborn child, come on." Voldemort opened the door and started down the stairs.
Quirrell trudged behind, curious on what sort of names Lynn and Rose would come up with if left alone. They entered the room finding the floor covered with crossed out names.
"Avis?" Lynn asked, a floating quill and parchment taking notes as she spoke.
"I was thinking of something more, I dunno, out there." Rose tapped her chin with her wand. "Like my siblings names, something fresh."
"Well, if it's a boy we will of course name it after m-" Voldemort put his hand on his chest.
"No, Tom, we will not name it after you unless we have no other creative ideas." Rose didn't look up, Voldemort deflated.
"What about Mourning Chylde Wormsquawk?" Lynn asked. "Creative enough, yes?"
They all stared at her. Rose smiled, "Not quite what I had in mind...but we'll keep at it."
"Hmm," Quirrell said scratching the back of his neck as he walked over to Lynn and sat down next to her, "Dratur or Tasdel?"
"I think Teresa is better." Lynn said sticking out her tongue and laughed. "Tessie for short."
Quiirrell smiled feeling better that Lynn wasn't mad at him or at least that is what it seemed. He scratched his cheek, "If it is a girl you could name it Adriano."
"Whoa, hold it there, Quirrell," Voldemort held up his hand and tsked, "There is no way that this guy could produce a girl."
"Well, Tom, it technically it is Octavian's baby, and he had all sisters..." Rose counted off five of her fingers.
Voldemort's hand fell into his lap, "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that."
Lynn's eyes shot up confused and she tilted her head. "Really?"
"Yes, didn't you realize this? When I transferred my soul, Octavian and my baby's soul came back to me. What did you think, becoming a Horcrux equals baby?" Rose blinked at Lynn in surprise.
"Uh.. maybe..." Lynn said looking embarressed.
Quirrell sighed. "Now she gets it."
"You shush." Lynn said to Quirrell sticking out her tongue again.
"Wow, and here I thought that she was faking it..." Voldemort sighed and tilted his head back.
"Nope," Quirrell replied grabbing Lynn whom struggled in his arms and sat her down on his lap. "But that's okay. I still love you."
"Love you too." Lynn said resting her head on his shoulder, "Sorry, if I've been a bother..."
"Told ya." Voldemort smacked Quirrell upside the head lightly.
"Ow," Quirrell said and Lynn looked like she was suddenly ready to tackle Voldemort. She glared at him for a moment and sighed when Quirrell held her down with his arms. "Behave. Please..."
"Okay, I suppose." Lynn murmured resting comfortably on Quirrell's lap and looked over at Rose.
"Aaaand, back to reality." Rose waved her hands in front of them. "So, if it's a boy I was thinking of something Greek, like Aurelius or Tibernius. And if it's a girl, I like Emily."
"Wait, wha? If it's a boy it gets a cool, long name and if it's a girl, you name it 'Emily'?" Voldemort leaned forward and stared at her.
"Makes perfect sense to me." Lynn said as she shrugged. She then glanced over at Voldemort asking, surprisingly calm, "I have a second cousin named Elizabeth, so why not. What, Voldy, got a problem with the name Emily?"
"Okay, Tom I tolerate, but do not call me 'Voldy'." Voldemort glared at Lynn. "It sounds like some sort of disease or something."
"Like mold?" Quirrell asked.
"Voldy Moldy." giggled Lynn. "Oh oh Rose that be a funny name."
"Not for the kid." Quirrell muttered.
"True... Never mind. I withdraw that name and save it to tease him with." Lynn said smiling. She rubbed her head against Quirrell's neck hiding her laughter, though it still was heard.
"What? No, you can't do that! Rose, make her stop." Voldemort turned to Rose, who was diligently filing her nails. "Rose? Uh, a little help here."
"Hm? Oh, sorry I was ignoring you. What happened, Tom?" Rose looked slowly up at him.
Quirrell couldn't help but chuckle.
Lynn giggled,"Nothing, Rose. Right, Voldy?"
"Cut that out!" Voldemort hissed.
"'Voldy'? I'm sorry, but where did you come up with that nickname?" Rose put down her nail-file.
"Well the first bit of his name is Vold and the e gets change to a 'y'. And tada Voldy. And to be extra clever... I give you 'Voldy Mor'. Cause the 't' is silent don't you know." Lynn said with a mischievous grin.
"The 't' is not silent!" Voldemor, er, Voldemort, snapped.
"But it is, but it is." Lynn said, nodding her head quickly as she spoke.
"So, I think I've come to a decision about the first name," Rose plowed right on over the subject at hand, "Tom, you can decide the middle name."
"Huh?" Voldemort snapped back to reality, "Oh, okay."
"So what you thinking for that?" Quirrell asked as Lynn shifted in his lap.
"My sister thinks middle names are stupid." Lynn murmured. "She destroyed her completely."
"I didn't know you could do that..." Voldemort scratched his chin thoughtfully, "I'm not so sure, but I think I want a boy to have my middle name, Marvolo."
"Okay, and if it's a girl?" Rose asked.
"I don't know."
"If it's a girl it could have my sister's now destroyed middle name..." Lynn scratched her head, "Or would that be bad luck?"
"Depends on what it was that she felt the need to destroy it." Voldemort arched her eyebrow.
"Horcrux." laughed Lynn.
"Are you serious?" Quirrell asked confused.
"Oh, come on, you can't be serious. Is it really?" Voldemort blinked at her.
Lynn giggled, her eyes twinkling merrily. "No, it wasn't, but it be funny if it was. It was actually Nicole."
"Emily Nicole...That does have a nice ring to it." Voldemort shrugged.
"Yeah, that's nice."