Who: Psyke and Harper Brown
What: Night in Diagon Alley :[
When: Night of May 1st
Status: Finishing in Comments
She had to admit, Harpermas was not a terrible idea. Mostly because Psyke was already plotting out Psykemas, but the past twelve days had been rather fun. While she liked just going out and doing
whatever, it was fun to plan things to do with the family.
Family! Yes, that's what she, Harper, and the Little Miss were right now. Psyke couldn't even
remember why she was so terrified of being pregnant before, because now? Oh, now! She adored it! It was such a
lovely feeling, and the way people looked at you and told you that you were
glowing? Who could resist that? Of course, bringing another life into the world was definitely a good thing as well, it was just a...it was a fun place to be, right now. Relishing in
being pregnant was helping her steer clear of the terrifying fact that she was going to be a mother in two months.
Ohh, no. Nope. Definitely didn't want to think of actually being
responsible for a little person, nope.
Psyke swung their joined hands between them as they waited for the bricks to move apart and allow them access into Diagon Alley. A night on the muggle side of London was coming to an end, and really, how else could you top off a birthday besides some of Fortescue's famous ice cream?
"Scale of one to ten, how's Harpermas been?"
"Only one to ten?" Harper asked, frowning slightly and shifting his arm from Psyke's shoulders to allow her to take his elbow, an easy, almost natural move now because he didn't want to seem like he was
babying her (even though he TOTALLY was) with helping her step over things, but he also liked the idea of Psyke on his arm and stuff. Showing off
his girl and...well girls, he supposed.
"I was
gonna say twelve, but if I have to. Ten! Of course, I still think we should have done the nude pictures you know, not like they're gonna get out and all. A lot of people do the pregnant belly thing now a days. I see those pictures
ALL over." Okay, it had been one place, but Psyke didn't need to know that. "How has it been for you? I know we've done a lot of walking..."
"That is a lie, Harper Brown!" Psyke retorted with a huff, growing red at the
thought of being naked like this. She loved, LOVED looking cute in maternity clothes, but that huge belly
underneath? And the stretchmarks and her ass was
huge and---no, no thank you. When your whole life and career had been and
was based on your looks, this was absolutely mortifying and--and--no! No naked belly pictures. Her daughter was just going to have to
deal.
Anyhow. The craving for ice cream was overpowering her tired feet. Of
course Little Miss was as stubborn as her parents, and whenever she wanted something (and at this moment it was Rocky Road Ice Cream with gummy bears and marshmallow sauce), Psyke felt no need to decline. It wasn't as if she was going to deny her anything when she actually was
born, so.
"I'm fine! She's fine too," Psyke said with a bob of her head, but her smile dropped as they turned into Diagon Alley, and all there looked to be was chaos, and people running toward them like they were being chased by a stampede. Her grip on Harper's arm tightened, but by the looks of the crowd they were going to get smashed up against a wall or--or separated---
Oh, oh. The Little Miss was not happy about this at
all.
