"Gooooood morning," she let out, still slightly hunched over, feeling as if she stood up the pain would come back and she really did not want it to come back. They'd had their share of false labor, Bianca really did not want to head to the hospital this close to her due date and annoy the healers. Could you imagine? They'd make her wait to push and not give her the pain potions and, "Do you want eggs?"
Bianca tried to laugh, but was unable to hide the worry and concern on her face. She'd always been so good at keeping a straight face on the force, but the one thing this pregnancy had truly taken over was her confidence. Battling death eaters and thugs in the streets? Sure! Changing diapers and giving birth to a baby like women have been doing for thousands of years? Nope. Nope. Not gonna do it.
"They're a bit scrambled," she attempted to joke again, but as if right on cue another ache spread through her, and with a quick look at the clock she saw that it had been five minutes since the last. Could her back pains from last night have been...nope, she would not say it. "Mmmm, come here," she said through gritted teeth, her hand reaching out for Bertram, fingers wriggling frantically.
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