Who: Fiona and Tom Finnegan
What: Finding out some good news!
Where: Their bedroom
When: Today?



So. She was pregnant.

Again.

Fiona clamped both of her hands over her face, leaning back into the pillows of the bed and wondering if she could just disappear into the sheets. She really, really didn't want to be pregnant. Not that she didn't love Claire, and it wasn't as if she had a terrible pregnancy, she just---she hadn't thought about having another baby since before she found out she was pregnant the first time. Claire was a handful! Well, not really---she was a beautiful little girl who was actually very well-behaved (her nap times were so well scheduled, it was ridiculous. Girl fell asleep the moment the clock struck one). So it wasn't as if she couldn't handle another baby, it was just the fact that---she didn't know.

Maybe she was reverting back to that whole 'I'm a pretty terrible person and don't deserve to be happy' phase of her life. That could be it. Fiona hadn't felt like that in a long, long time, but shouldn't she feel beyond elated about extending their family? The excitement wasn't hitting her, yet. Maybe it would, but right now all she could do was throw up and feel like shit.

She heard doors opening and closing, footsteps, and Fiona groaned as she realized Tom was home and she had no energy to avoid talking about what she was pretty sure her husband suspected. Fiona rolled over and pushed her face into the pillow, lifting an arm lazily to wave at Tom.

Tom enjoyed being a father. Sitting quietly with Claire while they rested, or playing loudly with her in the bath. It was absolutely fabulous. Now, he may not have had the super sense that Sirius Black might have had when it came to first finding out about Claire, but Tom was not stupid. Fiona was definitely hiding something, and he was sure what it was. Tom wasn't someone who pushed a lot though, Fiona generally came to her own decisions about everything in her own time, so Tom was just going to let her be.

About that, at least.

He wandered into the bedroom, the baby monitor in one hand and a stack of clothes tucked under his arms. Tom smiled at Fiona's lazy wave, putting the clothes on the dresser before stretching out next to her on the bed, but so his feet hung off a little. He reached over her and put the monitor on the bedside table, little soft noises of Claire playing quietly in her playpen punctuated by small squeals of her having a little fun. Tom pulled a pillow under him, wrapping his arms around it and looking at her with a small smile. "There is something a little off with Brianna's boyfriend. He called this morning while you were out, first off, I didn't think he knew how to use a telephone, but," Tom shrugged lightly, "talked for a whole hour about bird shite and football and quidditch. I think he needs a life, honestly."

She must've somehow gotten tangled up in the sheets, because when Fiona tried to turn over in surprise, it proved a bit more difficult than it should've been. Patting down the blankets, she finally turned to face Tom, eyes narrowed in confusion and a bit of suspicion. "Zach called?"

Fiona pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking across the room in thought. Zach was the oddest creature she'd ever manage to run into, but--he made Brianna happy, and for the past twenty years of her life (well--eighteen, she supposed) all Fiona ever wanted was for her sister to be happy, therefore she dealt with Zachary and his quirks. It was more that he didn't seem to want to talk in front of her that was odd (not that she minded, but), but Fiona figured she would just not bite his head off whenever the feeling came up.

"He's probably bored off his arse with Brianna at the hospital all the time," Fiona said with a shrug, leaning back into the headboard before looking at Tom. She smiled softly at her husband, reaching out and ruffling his hair before pushing her own out of her face. This shouldn't be as painful as she was making it out to be. Tom hadn't exactly abandoned her when she revealed her secret life as a witch; why should he throw a fit over something he helped do?

Fiona reached out again and tilted Tom's chin up with her finger, a curious expression on her face, "Boy or girl?"

"Yeah, it was really weird. I don't think he was calling for any reason other than to talk. Maybe someone should suggest he take another trip. That summer with him in Argentina was pretty quiet. But I know how it works, waiting around for the love of your life to not be so busy," Tom raised a knowing eyebrow at Fiona and smiled at her. He hadn't exactly waited around like Zach was apparently doing, but his school years had been spent pining over her and waiting for her to notice.

Thank goodness she had.

Tom looked up when her finger on his chin, and he took in her quiet words. Of course he'd been right, Tom smiled slowly. One didn't live with someone for over a year and spend most of his childhood with her and not know most of what was going on. The moodiness kind of tipped it off, as well, but Tom wasn't going to give up his hand that easily. A bloke had to have a few tricks up his sleeve. His slow smile turned into a bigger grin and he pushed himself up to kiss Fiona long and hard.

"Well, you probably know what I'm thinking, but as long as it's beautiful and healthy, I'm okay with that," Tom said quietly, one hand reaching down to rest on her tummy. "And we can find out this time if you want."

That is what had gotten them into this situation in the first place.

Fiona's hands pressed against the side of Tom's face as they kissed and they dropped to the bed when they parted. Well. Suddenly, this didn't feel like such a terrible thing. Sure she had Brianna teasing her, but when she could just throw back that her boyfriend still had specks of owl shit in his hair, well. Fiona figured she could deal with being teased about having another baby. Not exactly a bad thing, hm?

"You're a lucky bloke, marrying a witch, you know that?" Fiona said, eyebrows raising mischievously. Brianna had snagged her a test that would tell the sex of the baby. There was no doubt that she wanted a boy, Fiona had never been a very good girl herself, though dressing up Claire was fun. She was pretty sure that Tom wanted a boy too, and it would just add that extra satisfaction to have the first grandson in the family. Really, his sisters would have such fits behind their squeals of joy. "I can find out right now with a quick test."

She reached over and kissed him again, slipping off the bed (with a little tugging and effort to get out of the sheets) to dig through her side drawer for the test. Yes, this would take just about five minutes, and then the official planning for Finnegan Baby Number Two could begin. After--after a week or so of being petrified of actually starting said planning, but it was better late than never, right?

Sending a wink toward Tom, Fiona disappeared into the bathroom. It didn't take long, and she hurried back out and jumped onto the bed before the sparks flew off. "Boy or girl, take your bets!" she let out excitedly, watching the vial now with unleashed excitement. "Pick before it starts to spark!"

"Huh?" Tom asked elegantly as Fiona hopped off the bed. Oh right, magic solved a lot of things. That was fairly awkward to think about for Tom, because although he was getting used to all this magic (except for the whole, death and destruction thing which they carefully didn't discuss most of the time) there were still some things that caught him off guard. Like toys and well, things like this. Finding out the baby's sex at home? Ridiculous.

Tom shifted and sat up against the headboard, staring at the ceiling as Fiona jumped back in bed. He grinned at her excited manner and glanced at the vial. "Did you just pee in that?" he asked, a mild look of disgust on his face. Just because he lived with his wife, didn't mean he understood all the female things. And well. "Oh er um. Girl! Claire could use a sister," Tom said, even though they both knew he would really like a boy to play football and lacrosse with. But given their family's breeding pattern, it didn't look like a boy would be in the cards. Which Tom was okay with. Sort of. In any way, it wasn't Fiona's fault.

"Oy I didn't----I AM GUESSING BOY!" Fiona let out, throwing her vote into the hat before the fizzing vial fully erupted. That way, one of them would win, and either way they would be happy. Except she really did want a boy. Again, again, Claire was her life, but a boy would add such a fun dynamic, he'd protect his sister, he would get to play football and---well, Claire was going to play too, but a boy was just---a boy!

He'd be just like Tom---that was her last thought before the vial burst into a vibrant shade of blue. Fiona's grip on the glass nearly shattered it, and before she could think that she'd probably want to save the damn thing, she threw her hands up in the air, sending the blue potion flying across the room to shatter against the dresser.

"HOLY SHIT!" she shrieked, tackling herself into Tom's chest, kissing his neck and face over and over and---over and over and----Claire would be fine in the playpen, so long as they had the monitor, right? Right---they were having a boy----that they wouldn't be able to tell his family about for a few months, but fucking still!

Tom's excitement was a little tempered by the cringe on his face as Fiona tossed the potion and (possibly) piss against the dresser. He'd seen the flash of blue and was momentarily excited, until his mind caught up with him about the potion and it soaking into the wood - but that could be dealt with later. What was a little piss potion on the dresser when you were having a boy with your fabulously fantastic wife?

He laughed and held onto Fiona, grinning brightly. "Can I be there when you tell Sorcha and D'Arcy and Nuala? Please, I can't wait to see their faces!"

"You can tell them, you made him!" Fiona let out, letting herself fall entirely along Tom's body. She pushed her hands into the side of his face, leaning forward to kiss him once more. They were having a boy! Claire was going to have a little brother that would protect her and--and if she was anything like her mother, she was going to scare the daylights out of the girls who broke his heart (if Fiona didn't get to them first). How could she have been nervous or upset about being pregnant? Even if she had been having a girl, Fiona was now sure that this euphoric feeling of creating another life with Tom would've completely encased her heart.

"Ah!" she let out in excitement, sitting up and basically straddling her husband now. Fiona clamped her hands together, feeling the girliest she'd ever felt, all because of a boy. She'd get to put him in little jerseys, oh my gosh!