May 27, 2011 21:34
Prompt: Hope
Words: 100
A/N: I haven’t figured out where in my timeline this is… i.e. which pregnancy. Leave it with me! VS x
Ginny paced. She had told him this morning. She had asked him nicely yesterday and reminded him, none too politely, this morning. So why was he so late getting home?
She wanted him home, now. He had to get here, soon. She hoped that some meeting hadn’t run late, that he wouldn’t end up reading case files until two-thirty the next morning.
This was far too important.
The Floo blazed green and he stepped through, dishevelled. She stopped pacing to berate him over his lateness, but her temper couldn’t last any longer than that.
She smiled sweetly, ecstatic.
“I’m pregnant.”
:author: vickystarfish,
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