Two weeks later-
There was a high pitched wail that pierced through every wall in the house, Volderrell had woken up at two in the morning...
"Tom," Rose smacked Tom sleepily.
"Wha?" Tom rolled over and pulled his pillow over his head.
"The baby, Tom. It's your turn."
"Yep, I'll get it..." Tom lay there for a second.
"Tom, get up." Rose shoved him.
"Mmmmmm! Fine." Tom swung his legs over the side of the bed, Volderrell was still crying. "Alright, alright...I'm coming..." Tom ambled to the door and down the stairs to the nursery, he bumped into Quirrell.
"Hey," Quirrell said softly.
"Mm, sorry you got woken up..." Tom opened the door. He shuffled in and moved to the baby's crib. "Hey, 'Relly, is alright..." He picked up the baby and started walking around with him. It was only a bit before Volderrell calmed down.
Quirrell watched Tom from the doorway a small amused smile upon his lips. "I was already up, so not to worry. Five more seconds though and your trip downstairs would have been wasted."
"Not if Rose has anything to say about it, I swear, she's claimed it's my turn to get up every time this week...There we go, back to sleep with you." Tom put Volderrell back in his crib and sat down in the rocking chair. "Now I know how Lynn felt, no sleep..."
"It got to her after a while. At least you have a good reason for it," Quirrell laughed softly, grinning. "And pep-me-up potion works for you in a pinch."
"Mm, I'd rather not. I'd like to think I can handle this." Tom looked over at Volderrell's crib.
"I have faith in you that you can," Quirrell said before looking over at the crib, "The little guy has gotten so big in the last two weeks. Hard to think he was smaller."
Tom blankly stared at Quirrell, "Uh, yeah. I was actually just thinking about when we have to send him off to school..."
"I'd think he'd do well there." Quirrell said, peering over at Tom for a moment before looking back at the crib. He sat there in thought for a moment before softly saying, "You know, Lynn said she wanted a baby... not directly and not full on begging, but indirectly... And truth be told, I'm tempted to do just that..."
"Do what? Have a baby?" Tom stared at him.
Quirrell couldn't help but blush. "Perhaps." He nibbled on his lip asking Tom. "Is that silly of me?"
"Uh, no, I'm just trying to wrap my head around having two babies in the house." Tom rubbed his temples.
"They aren't babies forever," Quirrell said, "Yours would be almost a year if she got pregnant now. And it isn't like I want to right away. I'm just telling you I've been mulling it over in my mind. I've seen Lynn when she's been holding your kid and I wish that to be my kid she's holding."
"Aw, Quirinius, are you getting baby envy?" Tom smiled. At the sound of his voice, Volderrell woke up again, "Damn it, see, this is why you're an idiot Quirrell, you and Lynn. We only need one baby at a time in one house..." Tom sighed and picked the baby back up.
"Lynn doesn't actually know I'm thinking on it," Quirrell murmured moving quietly into the room, "Could I hold him?"
Tom raised an eyebrow, "Sure, Rawling knows I've held a ba-gillion times." He passed the baby to Quirrell.
Quirrell rocked the infant in his arms singing softly, "Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep. La la la lalal la la..." He began humming quietly to the baby whom closed his eyes, drifting back to sleep. Quirrell smiled up at Tom continuing to rock Volderrell.
"Shit, Quirrell, you're good at this." Tom blinked in surprise, he sat back down in the chair.
"Thank you." he said softly as he moved closer to the crib. He hummed as he put the little guy back down and looked over at Tom.
Tom blinked tiredly up at him, "Now sing to me, I'm bushed..." He yawned and settled back into the chair, "Maybe you should get up with him from now on."
"I'm sure Rose would appreciate you not checking on your son," Quirrell said with a light laugh.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt me. I just want to sleep...why is that so hard?" Tom closed his eyes.
"Well then go back upstairs to your bed," Quirrell murmured, looking over at the crib before turning back to Tom, "Relly should be fine for the night. Or at least a few more hours."
"Rrrright, when I get up there she'll ask the same question she always asks, 'How was he?'" Tom imatated Rose's voice, "And she will know exactly how he was because she listens in on EVERY THING, so right now she's getting ready to kick me out of our room, to sit down here. I think I'll skip the second step and move right on to the ending." Tom put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
"Do you want me to get you a blanket then?" Quirrell asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I'm fine, thank you." Tom kept his eyes closed. Quirrell nodded and closed the door behind him as he left to go back to his bed.
An Undisclosed Period In Time In Which Lynn has Interesting News (okay I lied, two months later)-
Lynn was bouncing down the stairs, looking through all the doors in the house finding them all in the library. Quirrell was reading quietly, Tom and Rose on the couch, Volderrell was down for a nap in the nursery.
She hovered in the doorway with a smile that possibly couldn't get much wider then the one she had. "Guess what, guess what!" she exclaimed vibrating with excitement.
Rose looked up, "What, Lynn?"
"I'm pregnant!" She said laughing gleefully. Quirrell who hadn't been paying much attention, so absorbed in his book, looked up stunned. "Repeat that." He said getting up book forgotten.
Lynn giggled. "Pregnant. I'm pregnant. We're going to be parents, Quirinius."
A smile crossed Quirrell's face as he ran over to her, picked her up, and spun her around. He beamed happily. "That's wonderful, Lynn!"
Rose and Tom wrapped their arms around them.
"That's great Lynn!" Rose smiled.
"I is so excited." Lynn said, unable to stay still and unable to stop smiling.
"Well, is it too early for cigars?" Tom started riffling through the stacks of papers on the desk.
Lynn giggled. "Perhaps. Hey maybe we could go out to celebrate?"
"Yes, time for booze!" Tom pumped the air with his fist.
"Hold on there, Mister." Rose grabbed his shirt, pulling back to reality. "No booze for Lynn, we'll go somewhere nice."
"Damn..." Tom pouted.
"They can have a few drinks. You know me Rose, I don't drink anyway. I'm sure they'd have something non-alcholic for me." Lynn said, glancing over at the deflated looking Tom, "And if not, I'm sure the boys can go out later to celebrate in that way."
"Fine, but no Hootchie bars, Tom." Rose pointed at him authoritatively.
"Oh, come on, it was one time! Besides, I didn't get any...Noooot that I was looking to get some." Tom quickly threw that out there to recover.
"Wasn't that at your bachelor party?" Quirrell asked. "If so, he was good, Rose, I promise."
Tom blushed, "Uh, Quirrell! Let's go and, uh, get out of firing range." He grabbed Quirrell's arm and dragged him to the stairs.
Rose shook her head, "I knew letting him do that party was a mistake..." She turned back to Lynn, smiling, "Well, in any case, congratulations."
"Thank you." Lynn said smiling. "You think I would been aware sooner, Aetas acting the way he was when I visited them last week."
"Yeah, strange, that. So did you tell the seven?" Rose walked over to the desk and straightened the papers.
"Not yet, but if Mr. Time Keeper knew, he no doubt has informed all the rest." Lynn said amused. "I'll probably visit them today to tell them all personally. And as always, they've said anyone is welcome to come with me."
"I'll go this time." And they went up the stairs and hovered by the door that led to the seven. She lightly ran her fingers over the symbols causing them to glow.
"Should we see if either of the boys want to go with us?" Lynn asked.
"Nah, Tom wouldn't go if you dragged him, and someone needs to stay and watch Volderrell, so I think we can go alone with each other. Wait, what did I say?" Rose shook her head and opened the door.
"So we can go alone with each other? And that Tom needs to watch Volderrell," Lynn said.
"No, Quirinius needs to watch Tom," Rose stepped into the darkness, "I trust him to keep Tom away from the sugar-cookies the pixies made."
"I'm sure he can do that," Lynn said following Rose. The door closed softly behind them, the symbols of the door glowing dimly.
In the Kitchen-
"Quirrell, relax, Rose wouldn't make my favorite cookie just to ban me from having any." Tom stuffed a half of a sugar cookie into a glass of milk and then into his mouth.
"Well this note says otherwise." Quirrell said pointing at a piece if parchment next to the cooling cookies. "It reads 'Don't Touch, Tom'. 'For Supper'."
"Obviously she's referring to herself and not these cookies. Want one?" Tom held out a cookie.
"I guess..." Quirrell said grabbing the cookie and nibbled on it. He looked around, "Where you suppose the girls are? I thought we were going out."
"Not here," Tom chewed thoughtfully, then he stiffened, "You don't think they went to see, 'them', do you?"
"It's possible." Quirrell said, biting a chunk of his cookie and chewing it slowly.
"These are so fricken good." Tom went back to eating. "Hey, so 'Daddy', huh?"
"Yeah," Quirrell said looking pleased with himself. "Who would of thought you and I would wind up being dads... If someone told me that when we were stuck in one body, I would have thought they had gone mad."
"Right, now we're in two different bodies, I'm married and a Father, you're a Father-to-be, and we live in a huge house with closet people." Tom finished off the last of the cookies and sat back.
"It's crazy." Quirrell said running his fingers through his hair.
"Quirrell, you have crumbs in your hair." Tom pointed at his head.
Quirrell lowered his head sweeping his hair.
"Yeah, you got 'em. I agree, it's nuts." Tom hopped off the counter.
"We're back." Lynn said with a sing-song voice. "Better not be in the cookies, if you know what's best for you!"
"Uh, It was all Quirrell's idea!" Tom dashed out the other door. Only to be hauled back in by his ear. "!"
Rose stared at the empty jar. "Oh, I can't wait to hear this one..."
"I tried stopping him," Quirrell said backing away from Rose slightly.
Lynn looked at the door gasping at the sight of no cookies. "A-all gone?"
"Tom! Those were for supper! Didn't you see my-" Rose dragged Tom over to Quirrell, "Quirinius, are those crumbs in your hair?"
"Um, no..." Quirrell said taking another step back and moving behind Lynn.
"...Quirinius, I know you at least SAW the note. And if you didn't, why did you let him eat all of them?" Rose threw her hands up in exasperation, forgetting she still had a death grip on Tom.
"OW!"
"I only saw him take one. And then they were all gone..." Quirrell said rubbing the back of his neck.
"Ugh, you two are impossible!" Rose was about to lay the smack-down on the two hapless men, when Volderrell woke up from his nap. "See, this is what happens when you don't leave the children with a capable babysitter. Lynn, next time you're in charge!" Rose took off toward the sound of her offspring.
"Such children," Lynn said teasing them. She stuck out her tongue and following Rose.
Quirrell raised an eyebrow watching Lynn take off before turning over to Voldemort. "Why do I get the feeling we aren't going to go get drinks?"
"Damn right we aren't, Rose will definitely deal out major punishment for this...and a lecture on how hard it is to teach pixies to bake cookies." Tom sighed and went after the girls, "Begging will do me no good this time."
Four months later-
Lynn ran her fingers over the small tummy bump. She hummed softly to herself an amused grin crossing her face as she leaned back against the wall absorbed in what she was doing. She paled suddenly rushing passed Quirrell in the hallway and Tom in the bathroom.
"Lynn! I'm peeing here!" Tom took a step over.
"Don-ugh-ew, I swallowed it," Lynn said looking disgusted.
"Good for you, now shut the damn door!" Tom glared at her, still peeing.
Lynn whimpered backing out of the bathroom, shutting the door as she left, and looking rather green as she covered her mouth quickly making her way past Quirrell-whom was going to check up on her- and to the Door, running her hands feverishly over the symbols, before yanking it open and rushing inside.
Quirrell peered concerned at the door.
Tom came out of the bathroom, "Geez, that was awkward."
"Why do you say that?" Quirrell asked still staring at the door.
"Uh, Quirinius, you're girl walked in while I was pissing! Wake up, will ya!" Tom shook his head and started going for the nursery, he held up a finger, "Waaaait for it." Volderrell started to cry, "Right on time." He pushed the door closed as he slipped inside.
"Ugh," Lynn said wiping her mouth as the black door opened up and she stepped out. The door closed behind her. "So glad they have a bathroom..."
"You okay?"
"Fine minus swallowing throw up, seeing Tom pee, and throwing up a second time." Lynn said leaning back against the wall as Volderrell's cries stopped. "I hate throwing up."
"I got that." Quirrell said softly running his hand over her forehead. "At least the morning sickness isn't as often as before."
"Still hate barfing. I brushed my teeth at least five times while I was over there.," Lynn said sighing heavily as she leaned against him. "Where's Tom, I need to apologize for walking in on him in the bathroom."
"He's tending to Relly." Quirrell said his fingers touching her swollen stomach. "Has the baby kicked yet?"
"No," Lynn said with a soft smile, her fingers interlocking with his as she spoke, "Not to worry you haven't missed it."
Quirrell smiled . "Good."
"Do you know where Rose is?" Lynn murmured leaning against Quirrell.
"No, why?"
"I'm kinda hungry for chocolate covered sugar cookies."
"Tom might know. I'll go look too," Quirrell said and Lynn pulled away from him opening the nursery door, peering inside as Quirrell took off down the hallway in search of Rose.
"Tom?" She asked softly. "Do you know where Rose is? I'm craving things and the pixies don't listen to me often."
Tom looked up from playing with Volderrell, "Peekabo- Uh, you saw nothing!" He sat up straight, Volderrell giggled.
"Nope, nothing at all," Lynn said, smiling amused as she stepped inside watching them, "Sorry 'bout earlier, by the way. So do you know where she is?"
"No...uh, you didn't see anything, did you?" Tom's face flushed slightly. He reached over and lifted five month old Volderrell onto his lap.
"No, you don't have to worry." Lynn said with a laugh. "Trust me, you're safe."
"What d'you mean by that?" Tom blinked at her, suddenly changing his mind on this whole situation, "I was standing right there! How could you not see anything?...Not that I wanted you to...shit...That came out really wrong."
"Well, I was more focused on finding somewhere to barf not what was around. You're lucky I was even aware you were there." Lynn groaned a bit, "I hate throwing up. I didn't think Rose had that long of morning sickness..."
"Are you kidding?" Tom laughed, Volderrell giggled too, not really knowing why, "She's just really really good at hiding things. Like emotions for example, she doesn't want anyone to think she needs help, that's all." Tom stood up, resting Volderrell on his hip. "Ah, speak of the devil."
Rose walked in, Quirrell hovering in the doorway, and swooped down on Volderrell, "There he is!" She pulled him out of Tom's arms and gave him eskymo kisses, "Who's Mummy's big boy? You are! Wheeee!" She twirled around, holding Volderrell in the air, both giggling hysterically, before slipping to the floor for tickles.
"N'aw." Lynn said leaning against the door watching them with a smile on her face. Quirrell wrapped his arms around her; his hands falling on her stomach. "Agreed." He said watching them merrily.
"I think sometimes, she comes in and does stuff like this, just to contradict me." Tom said suspiciously, right before he slid to the ground to join them. "Too bad he takes after you."
"Say what?" Rose looked up, a goofy smile still affixiated on her face.
"He has dark hair." Tom fluffed the bit of duck-fluff hair on Volderrell's head, it was black.
"Maybe, but he has your eyes." Rose pointed out, making silly faces at Volderrell, making him giggle.
"I wonder what our kid is going to look like," Quirrell said absent-mindedly running his hand over Lynn's baby bump.
"Brown hair no doubt," Lynn said with a giggle. "I hope she or he gets your blue eyes?"
Quirrell smiled kneeling down, pulling her shirt up slightly, and giving Lynn's stomach raspberries which caused Lynn to burst into more giggles, before Quirrell looked at her stomach. "You hear that? Mummy requests blue eyes."
"Quirinius, that's fantastic!" Tom turned to Volderrell, "I'm gonna getcha!" The baby squealed as Tom gave his tummy a raspberry.
Lynn grinned at Tom. "I think this might be a cuteness overload from you. I can't imagine what your death eaters would think..."