WISHLIST: Surprise (Cormac/Romilda)
Author: LeontinaBowie
Recipient: darkhairedgirl
Title: Surprise
Pairing: Cormac/Romilda
Request/Prompt Used: Accidental pregnancies
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 570
Summary: Cormac didn't know what he was expecting Romilda to say, but it wasn't that
Notes: darkhairedgirl, I hope you like this. I really love the idea of this pairing :)
Cormac crinkled his nose as he stepped into the pub.
It was loud and rowdy, and the floor was sticky beneath his feet. A quick look around showed that the tables were scuffed and the red cushioning of the chairs torn, and he couldn’t understand why Romilda would want to meet him in such a dump.
As he walked briskly through the pub, he had to quickly step aside to stop a drunk stumbling into him. Cormac’s shirt was brand new and worth more money than the man probably made in a month; Cormac didn’t want cheap lager being spilled down it.
He soon spotted Romilda, her head bowed as she waited alone at a table in the corner of the room. Her dark curls spilled around her face, and she glanced up as she heard Cormac approaching, studying him with kohl-lined eyes.
“What a dive,” Cormac commented as he slid into the booth opposite Romilda. “I hope the sex later is worth it.”
“Aren’t I always worth it?” Romilda teased, blowing a pink bubble with the gum she was chewing. “No, I wouldn’t come to a place like this normally, but I needed to talk to you without being overheard by people we know.”
Cormac frowned; he didn’t like the serious tone of Romilda’s voice. What they had together was easy, and that was why Cormac liked it.
They were both good looking, rich, from powerful families, and had no problem with casual sex. They had decided right away that what they had would be sex and nothing more, so they didn’t have to worry about feelings and fulfilling family duties.
Cormac knew he was an easy man to fall in love with, but he thought Romilda was better than that.
“What is it?” Cormac asked warily. “Oh, Godric, you’ve not caught a disease off someone, have you? Because if you have-”
“I’m pregnant, you berk,” Romilda cut in sharply. “And it’s yours.”
Cormac froze. “Pregnant?” he repeated faintly. “And it’s…”
“Yours,” Romilda nodded. “We must have miscast the Contraception Charm or something, maybe from one of our drunken shags. I’m keeping it.”
“Right, right, of course,” Cormac mumbled; of all the things he’d been expecting to hear, it hadn’t been that.
Pregnant. Romilda was pregnant. With his child.
Cormac was only twenty-four-Romilda only twenty-one- and it felt too early to be a father. He had so much to do, so much to see, so much to conquer-
“If you want out, you can,” Romilda stated, cutting into his thoughts. “I won’t expect financial help off you, but you also forfeit all rights as a father if you leave. I...I wouldn’t mind you staying, though, if you wanted.”
Romilda was offering a chance for Cormac to run, to wipe his slate clean and start again with somebody else, start again with more awareness of safety to stop this happening again. Romilda was offering Cormac freedom.
Which cemented his answer for him.
“It’s my baby too,” he said. “And I want to be there for it. For both of you.”
Romilda smiled brightly, and she reached across the table to take his hand in hers. “Thank you,” she murmured, and Cormac smiled back.
It wasn’t what Cormac had expected by any means, but he had a feeling that he and Romilda would be able to make it work.
Besides, being a good father was just another goal that Cormac could conquer.
Recipient: darkhairedgirl
Title: Surprise
Pairing: Cormac/Romilda
Request/Prompt Used: Accidental pregnancies
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 570
Summary: Cormac didn't know what he was expecting Romilda to say, but it wasn't that
Notes: darkhairedgirl, I hope you like this. I really love the idea of this pairing :)
Cormac crinkled his nose as he stepped into the pub.
It was loud and rowdy, and the floor was sticky beneath his feet. A quick look around showed that the tables were scuffed and the red cushioning of the chairs torn, and he couldn’t understand why Romilda would want to meet him in such a dump.
As he walked briskly through the pub, he had to quickly step aside to stop a drunk stumbling into him. Cormac’s shirt was brand new and worth more money than the man probably made in a month; Cormac didn’t want cheap lager being spilled down it.
He soon spotted Romilda, her head bowed as she waited alone at a table in the corner of the room. Her dark curls spilled around her face, and she glanced up as she heard Cormac approaching, studying him with kohl-lined eyes.
“What a dive,” Cormac commented as he slid into the booth opposite Romilda. “I hope the sex later is worth it.”
“Aren’t I always worth it?” Romilda teased, blowing a pink bubble with the gum she was chewing. “No, I wouldn’t come to a place like this normally, but I needed to talk to you without being overheard by people we know.”
Cormac frowned; he didn’t like the serious tone of Romilda’s voice. What they had together was easy, and that was why Cormac liked it.
They were both good looking, rich, from powerful families, and had no problem with casual sex. They had decided right away that what they had would be sex and nothing more, so they didn’t have to worry about feelings and fulfilling family duties.
Cormac knew he was an easy man to fall in love with, but he thought Romilda was better than that.
“What is it?” Cormac asked warily. “Oh, Godric, you’ve not caught a disease off someone, have you? Because if you have-”
“I’m pregnant, you berk,” Romilda cut in sharply. “And it’s yours.”
Cormac froze. “Pregnant?” he repeated faintly. “And it’s…”
“Yours,” Romilda nodded. “We must have miscast the Contraception Charm or something, maybe from one of our drunken shags. I’m keeping it.”
“Right, right, of course,” Cormac mumbled; of all the things he’d been expecting to hear, it hadn’t been that.
Pregnant. Romilda was pregnant. With his child.
Cormac was only twenty-four-Romilda only twenty-one- and it felt too early to be a father. He had so much to do, so much to see, so much to conquer-
“If you want out, you can,” Romilda stated, cutting into his thoughts. “I won’t expect financial help off you, but you also forfeit all rights as a father if you leave. I...I wouldn’t mind you staying, though, if you wanted.”
Romilda was offering a chance for Cormac to run, to wipe his slate clean and start again with somebody else, start again with more awareness of safety to stop this happening again. Romilda was offering Cormac freedom.
Which cemented his answer for him.
“It’s my baby too,” he said. “And I want to be there for it. For both of you.”
Romilda smiled brightly, and she reached across the table to take his hand in hers. “Thank you,” she murmured, and Cormac smiled back.
It wasn’t what Cormac had expected by any means, but he had a feeling that he and Romilda would be able to make it work.
Besides, being a good father was just another goal that Cormac could conquer.