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There hasn't been a party quite like this at the Magic Guild in recent times. But then, there hasn't been a Guildmaster expecting a child in well over twenty years.
After her performance, which served as the finale, Mia went back to her quarters to change into the lovely outfit (a simple green overdress with a black dress to go underneath) that Draco got for her and went to join the party on her husband's arm. She could still feel the nervous fluttering of her stomach.
She didn't really expect to do much except politely greet some guests and then retreat back to her room. She didn't, however, expect the number of people who wanted to see her or the obvious pile of presents in the corner that were suspiciously shaped like baby furniture. (She actually cried tears of joy at one point, to a chorus of "Awwww...")
Mia promises she'll be back soon, Draco. There are just so many people who want to dance with her after her amazing firedancing display.
After her performance, which served as the finale, Mia went back to her quarters to change into the lovely outfit (a simple green overdress with a black dress to go underneath) that Draco got for her and went to join the party on her husband's arm. She could still feel the nervous fluttering of her stomach.
She didn't really expect to do much except politely greet some guests and then retreat back to her room. She didn't, however, expect the number of people who wanted to see her or the obvious pile of presents in the corner that were suspiciously shaped like baby furniture. (She actually cried tears of joy at one point, to a chorus of "Awwww...")
Mia promises she'll be back soon, Draco. There are just so many people who want to dance with her after her amazing firedancing display.
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"Can I take one of your shirts for bed?" she calls from there.
She's thinking to leave the bottom of it unbuttoned in case they want to try to feel without any clothes in the way.
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She carefully goes behind Draco, embracing him.
"Come to bed, darling," she coos. "I was wondering if maybe we could have a story."
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"A story? And what kind of story would my Mia like?"
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"I'd like to hear a story about you. Some time when you were really happy."
Beat.
"Or a story about gorgons."
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"I guess one was an early birthday of mine. My father gave me a toy broom, saying how he was looking forward to seeing me fly at Hogwarts someday."
He gave a small laugh, "I must have flew several circuits around the manor that day. Scared some of the peacocks half to death. Was worth it though."
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"Bet you worried your mother sick," she says.
Her hand goes to her stomach.
"Are you going to give Cepheus a broom?"
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He then nodded, "Of course, when he's a bit older and can stand and walk of course."
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"Our Cepheus," she says again. "It's strange. We've not met him yet and I already love him so."
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"I'm glad to see you like this."
Mia gently presses their knitted hands on her baby bump, in the hopes that he could feel another light tap.
"Excited, I mean. Happy."