Moments
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Chapter 29:
Dear Ali-bug,
I love you. I love you. I love you. I am completely miserable without you. Ainsley is a horrible name for a baby. It sounds like a sixty year old lady who takes in stray kneazles for fun. Vincent for a boy won't work either. That's a vampire's name. Just imagine it, Count Vincent Potter. Don't laugh, it's a horrible name.
Guess who I saw leaving Fred's bed last night. I'm not the kind of guy who likes gossip but I figured she'd write and tell you any way. Macey. I know right, we should've totally bet on it. We'd be ten galleons richer. It's not like Fred to bring a girl to his bed normally it's the room of requirement, an empty classroom, prefects bathroom, empty broom cupboard, empty classroom, empty hallway, you get my drift.
I got Quidditch practice in ten minutes, so I'll send this off now. I love you. I love our little bun in the oven too. Hope to see you soon.
Dream of me,
James S. Potter
My Dear James,
I love you too, so much. Ainsely and Vincent are awesome names. I didn't laugh. Okay I did, but only a little. I knew it. I'm so writing Macey an 'I-Told-You-So' letter. Also your cousin is kind of a slag. But I still love him regardless. He better not break Macey's heart. Your mum has been teaching me things and let's just say I'm a formidable opponent now.
Don't slack off in practice. I miss watching you fly around the pitch with your hair all windblown. You always seem so relaxed while flying. I think the little one is going to be athletic like his/her daddy. The baby is moving all the time now.
Aimee? Dani? Kiera? Kegan? Jimmy? Zac?
Love you lots,
Your Alison Potter
Dear Ali-bug,
No. No. No. Ugh no. Never. No. Why are Amy and Danny spelled wrong what's with people spelling their kid's name wrong? We gotta be smarter than that. What the heck is a Kegan? Jimmy and Zac both sound like stuck up pricks. Are you picking names from the Slytherin alumni list? Speaking of Godric is a nice strong Gryffindor name. If all else fails we can go with James or Alison Jr.
Just kidding. I don't want to name our kid after us, or anyone else. It puts a lot of pressure on them to live up to their namesakes. My siblings and I suffered with that throughout our childhood. Between you and me Al still suffers from it. Besides I'm going to be the greatest quidditch player to ever live, it's a lot to live up to.
What was the name of that girl Al has a crush on? I forgot. Ooh, better yet send her flowers but sign Al's name and have them sent during breakfast. It'll either make him jealous enough to ask her out or she'll go up to thank him for the flowers and she'd have to go to Hogsmeade as a thank-you. I know, I'm a genius.
I love you and miss you so much.
-your James S. Potter
My James Potter,
The fun part of naming your kid is coming up with a creative way of spelling the name. That's according to one of the baby books we bought. Godric is a great name... for a pet lion. We're having a kid.
You didn't mention quidditch practice Mr. Greatest-Player-Ever. How is it going the big game is in two weeks. I'm wishing you luck everyday. Since when did you decide to become a matchmaker? No I didn't send the flowers. Al will speak up on his own, eventually. He needs to raise his confidence.
By the way your dad is an amazing cook. I know your mom did most of the cooking during Christmas and Easter, but Mr. Potter can cook his fanny off. He made these cinnamon apple crisp thing for breakfast. I don't know what it was but I know I loved it. I may even go as far as saying orgasmic. Have him owl you the recipe. I'll be wanting this meal at least once a month when we get our own place.
Zia? Lissana? Alyssa? Drake? Ian? Balthazar?
I miss you so much it hurts. Love,
Your Alison Potter
My Ali-bug,
I knew you weren't going to send the flowers. I sent over some I got as a prototype from Uncle George. It was hilarious. You should have have been here. Al did get jealous at first the mad when the flowers turned into horny gerbils and started to hump her arm. I'm currently writing this letter in our secret classroom because I'm hiding from him.
The quidditch team sucks without Lucy. Maybe I should've sent her the gerbil-daisies. They're so distracted with OWLs and NEWTs, I'm distracted missing you. Of course the ones too young to take those test seem to be cracking under the pressure. Bullying from other teams mostly. I got a detention for cursing Ravenclaw's seeker but that was only because he has a class with little Colin. Remember him? The kid isn't big enough to hurt a fly but the Ravenclaws in his Charms class "accidentally" hit him with a nasty hex that swelled his head three times it's normal proportion.
My dad, his arse, and orgasmic is something I never want to read about again. I already wrote to him asking for the recipe. I also told him not to cook my wife any more aphrodisiac foods anymore. He's normally a good cook but he doesn't cook often. He was forced to cook for his horrid family when he was a child so now he only cooks when he's in a good mood.
I like the name Alyssa. Aly for short. No. No. No. Your guy name ideas suck. I'm skipping class on Friday and coming to see you. I can't stand being apart any longer. You can help me with my plan to get Rose to loosen up.
Miss you more than I can take. I love you.
-your James Potter
My James Potter,
Aly is too much like Ali. It's pronounced the same. What about just Lyssa? My guy names do not suck. Theodore? Tristan? Nathan? Connor? Brendon? Levi? Nicolas? Noel? Emmanuel? Todd?
What's this plan you got for Rose and why do I have a feeling it'll involve a blonde haired grey eyed Slytherin? You should know I wrote Uncle George. He won't be sending you any more prank items unless he wants to deal with a hormonal pregnant woman. Fred's a dick, by the way. I promised Macey I'd stay out of it, but he has a bat-boogey waiting for him the next time we meet.
I love you so much. I think about you all the time. I miss your foot rubs and massages. I miss waking up to you. I miss doing naughty things to get you to wake up. I miss the way you wake me up with your tongue. I miss the way you smell and feel. You won't believe how much I ache missing you. I'm sweaty. I'm hot. I'm wet. And I need you like crazy. Hurry up home to me or I may just have to please myself.
Your hormone-crazed wife,
Alison Potter
My Ali-bug,
You are a tease. That was not cool. I had to walk around all morning with a raging hard-on. I nearly got raped by a group of fifth year Hufflepuffs who thought I was hard for them. But only you can make me like this and only you can relieve me of this condition.
Your James Sirius (ly horny) Potter
P.S. knock knock
The door opened seconds after I apparated on my parents' porch. Ali stood there in a flowy blue dress. She was glowing and sweating, with her hair all over the place. Fucking beautiful. I pulled her towards me putting my tongue in her mouth.
Merlin's pants I missed this. I missed the wah she moan in the back of her throat and the way she clung to me.
I walked us inside and shut the door behind us.
"Are my parents home?"
"Dad's at work. Mum's at the grocer's."
"Great, we have time." With one quick move I lifted the dress over her head. I gasped, "You're not wearing knickers."
"I pee a lot, and putting on knickers and jeans is a pain."
I stripped in seconds and had her pinned to the couch. Ali screamed to me to go harder and faster and I complied to her every wish. Her boobs were already swelling when I left but now they were huge. They didn't even it into my hands anymore. So squishy, so firm. I'd like to say I lasted, but it had been too long. I rubbed her clit so she came when I did.
We lay on the couch, breathing hard, sweating like pigs.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"You got big" I said rubbing her belly.
"I know, I'm huge. I wobble everywhere."
"I love that you wobble. I love that you're huge with my kid."
"Me too" she whispered kissing me.
I pulled her on top of me. "Is that? Is the baby kicking?"
"Yes. The baby is kicking up a storm."
"That's so...sexy. Ride me I need you again."
"Already?"
I nodded, "Already."
This time I took my time. She was so freaking tight it was almost like our first time. My wife like it fast and hard but I had to keep it slow, had to savor it. Who knew when we were going to get another chance like this.
"Ahh! James!"
"Mum!"
"Shit!"
Mum dropped her groceries and covered her eyes. Ali slapped my chest while I scramble to get our clothes on.
"Do you not believe in locking doors?" Ali asked.
"It was the heat of the moment, I forgot."
"That's not all you forgot" mum muttered, "There is a bedroom with a bed, right upstairs."
"It was the heat of the moment, mum."
"Ugh, I don't want to know."
After three fiasco with my mum Ali and I went upstairs to our room. Mum made me sanitize the couch. I had a feeling she wanted to set it on fire and buy a new one.
"So what's your grand plan for Rose and Scorpius?"
"Letters, secret admirer letters. We write them, pretending to be them then have them meet up in a secret place for a big reveal."
"There are so many things that can go wrong with that."
"Things'll only go wrong if we let them."
Ali thought about it. "Okay, but I have to read both letters. I know Rose and Scorpius better than you so I can probably imitate them better."
"Ok, deal. This is going to be awesome."