The beauty of “spacing” children many years apart lies in the fact that parents have time to learn the mistakes that were made with the older ones — which permits them to make exactly the opposite mistakes with the younger ones.
~ Sydney J Harris

Wednesday, March 21st ~ Early Afternoon



Narcissa was approaching the fourth month, and according to what she'd gone through with Draco, should have been quite ill and indisposed a great deal of the time. Other than nausea when accosted by certain odors, Narcissa had found this pregnancy quite different. When she'd examined her stomach in the mirror that morning, she was pleased that it merely showed a slight bulge, but had applied the benign potion that would insure there were no hideous stretch marks left behind. Her morning had passed much as normal, a few letters sent out to try and set things aright at the BOG and numerous ones for the Black family holdings.

Luncheon had found her dining alone for the first time in months and when the first faint flutters were noticed during the soup course, she'd dismissed them as nothing.

I must actually be quite hungry.

The butterfly wings reappeared during the fish course, and one elegant hand slid down to touch the bulge that was more noticeable when she was seated.

The child in her body became real for her in that moment and she smiled. Turning toward the elf bringing in the vegetables, Narcissa put down her napkin and rose.

"Forget the rest of lunch and assist me in changing my clothes."

I have a nursery to redecorate and baby clothes to order.