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Bertram!
Bianca talked a really big game and she could usually back it up. The second Bertram had told her about the wedding, she hadn't been able to stop talking about it, and how a night out without having to change diapers or get spit up on was just what she needed. She loved Aaron, she loved her son more than Bianca could ever have imagined, but he was tiring, even more so than her job as a hitwizard----which said a lot. So she'd been very excited about going to the wedding, but the moment they'd handed Aaron over to Bertram's mother, her tough exterior and begun to crack.

Now past the cocktail hour, Bianca was nervously waiting for the right moment to slip out of the crowd and floo his mother to check on the baby. This was---it was her first night not being with him, what if he forgot her? How good was a baby's memory? What if he lost all sense of routine she'd sort of developed in him? What if he started to like Bertram's mother more than her?

She was about to make her escape when someone tugging on her elbow. Bianca whipped around to face Bertram, her guilt-ridden face more than obvious to read. She blushed,

"I wasn't going to floo your mother." Bianca forced herself not to pout as she accepted that she'd been caught.