Chapter 6 - Arrangements
Later that morning, Albus and Michaela were comfortably sitting in his rooms when Fawkes flew in the open window carrying a letter. "What it say?" she asked exuberantly.
"I have to read it first Kitten," Albus laughed. He read and reread the letter before answering, "My mother Gwendolyn wants to have the wedding at the family estate. I guess we will have to tell your mum when she comes for lunch."
Michaela nodded her approval and then asked, "Can I give Fawkes candy?"
"Just one lemon drop," he warned.
Just then the door swung open and Minerva waltzed in with a huge smile plastered on her face. Albus embraced her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. "That's quite a hello," Minerva whispered lovingly.
"Was it?" he teased then added, "I received a letter from my mother."
"What did she write," Minerva asked as she settled her babe on her hip and then planted a kiss to her head.
"She is thrilled and would like to have the ceremony at the family estate if it is alright with you. It would only be my parents, brother, sister, Kitten and the Minister of Magic like we discussed but she insists on having a proper wedding."
"It would be wonderful but I couldn't possibly make arrangements for the wedding and find new robes. I just do not have the time," she stated frustrated.
"Mother intended to make all the arrangements herself," he clarified.
"That would be magnificent," she said elated. "Did you ask her about Michaela?"
He nodded and volunteered, "She is ecstatic and plans on bonding with her future granddaughter. She asked if you would stop by the estate this evening so she could speak with you privately."
Minerva wondered what his mother wanted to speak of but figured he didn't know either so said nothing of it. "I cancelled my classes for the remainder of the day so I will stop by before I go shopping," she replied.
"Are you hungry," he asked and she nodded. "Kitten and I made a stew from scratch and we need your opinion on it."
"Don't forget bout the biscuits," Michaela squalled.
"And we made biscuits from scratch too," he said dutifully.
"I certainly must try this lavish meal you two have prepared," Minerva said amusement evident in her voice.
"Come on Mum."
"Alright Michaela let's eat lunch."