Donovan Rookwood (impulse) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-01-14 00:50:00

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Danielle
Donovan had come to realize that ever since it had been made public news that he and Danielle were going to have a baby, people thought it was okay to ask them any and every question they could think of – Is it a boy or a girl? Do you have a name picked out? Do you have a theme for the nursery? Is the paint going to be dark or light blue? Are you going to get a nanny?

She wasn’t even far enough along for her to be showing, which made it hard for them to be able to tell them all the things they wanted to know. He was actually kind of surprised by how many times they had to look at each other over he course of the night, like they were trying to kinetically formulate an answer other than ‘we’re not sure’, which was how they answered most of the questions that night. He wanted to be able to talk more about the little boy who wouldn’t be there until late August, but seeing how he was barely even a person yet inside his wife’s belly, it was hard to have all the answers.

Tonight had been especially grueling, seeing how they had been out with a few of his co-workers and their families, and each of them decided that instead of listening to the questions they had already been asked, they were all just going to ask them the same ones over and over again, until the Rookwoods were able to recite their answers like lines from a play. They had just parted ways with the last couple, making their way down the sidewalk towards their house. It was freezing, and he was walking with his arm slinked around Danielle’s waist, allowing her to lean against him as they walked so she wasn’t cold.

“How’re you holding up?”

He asked the question with a subtle lift of his brow, looking down at his wife, wondering if she was as mentally drained as he was.

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curador
2012-01-14 05:22 am UTC (link)

At approximately eight weeks and two days pregnant, Danielle was literally feeling every symptom ever known to any pregnant woman in the history of pregnant women. Her morning sickness was not only morning sickness, but morning, afternoon, evening, and midnight sickness. She had to go to the bathroom at least three times an hour, which really put a damper on her rounds, and she'd found herself falling asleep against the wall of the lifts in the hospital, ending up on floors she hadn't visited in years.

It was all really quite frustrating, and if she was someone who believed in bad luck, Danielle would think that all of her studying and research about pregnancy and its affects had triggered some curse that was set upon her. She was however trying her best to seem upbeat and enthusiastic about it all, because she was, but mostly when she was lying down doing nothing so that she didn't have to worry about her aches and pains clouding her happy thoughts. There were many happy thoughts, like after they had decided to find out the sex, thinking about how much fun a little boy was going to be. Girls, Danielle had decided were too difficult to understand, so she was glad that their first child was going to be a boy.

Which was what she kept saying tonight when she had nothing else to say to Donovan's co-workers. Danielle had never been someone who liked attention, but she couldn't deny that her spirits lifted when they cooed that she was simply glowing. That was the extent of it however, and all the questions that their friends had asked were still swirling around her head, wondering when exactly they would have an answer for all of them. When should they decide on a theme for the nursery?

"I could fall asleep in those bushes if it wasn't so cold out," Danielle responded, leaning heavily into Donovan, for warmth and because she was so tired. The fresh air did feel good, however, and she hadn't felt a wave of nausea since they stepped outside.

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impulse
2012-01-14 05:46 am UTC (link)

Her answer wasn’t surprising, and after looking over to the bushes she had brought to attention, he let out a suppressed snort. “That bad, huh?” He adjusted his arm around her, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “We’ll be home soon…” As he assured her, he slid his hand up and down her side, hoping to provide her some more warmth as well as additional comfort. He felt her leave their bed several times in a night, or he would roll over and wake up when he felt that she wasn’t there beside him. Either way, he was aware of how often she scampered off to the bathroom because she wasn’t feeling well, and he thought that a night out would do them both some good…only now he was wondering if they should have just stayed in, so that the both of them could rest.

Their jobs took enough out of them, so he could only imagine how draining it had to be for her to not even get a full night’s sleep because she wasn’t feeling well – not to mention having to suffer through the nausea all day. Most mornings, he tried to make a conscious effort to get up a little earlier, just so he could make her something to eat, hoping she would be able to keep it down until she left the house, at least. He wanted to do as much as he could to make things easier on her until the baby arrived, which meant pampering her and making sure she felt as little discomfort as possible, all things considering.

“So aside from being tired and frozen, you’re feeling alright?”

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curador
2012-01-14 11:41 pm UTC (link)

Danielle shut her eyes for a moment to take a breath, "I'm in a constant state of discomfort," her head tiled onto his shoulder, "but I wouldn't change it for anything."

She would also not deny that she was still very nervous and unsure about becoming a mother, but with each worry a lovely thought of happiness bubbled up inside of her. After the all the trouble that had plagued she and Donovan for so long, the constant struggle to be together while seemingly no one wanted them to be, it was such a wonderful feeling to be making these choices and big life decisions without the worry of disapproval. Those days were over; they were together and their lives were their own.

Her hand went to her stomach, letting out a breath. Exhaustion was starting to hit again and her feet were aching, but if they disapparated Danielle knew she'd just get sick and she was enjoying this lapse in nausea. She wouldn't be able to apparate after the first trimester anyway, so she should get used to alternate formas of travel.

"It's supposed to be more fun later on," she said, knowing it would be a while until she was actually showing and looking as if she was pregnant; it was still very comforting to lay her hand there, "when you can actually tell there's something in there."

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impulse
2012-01-17 03:27 am UTC (link)

Donovan’s lips twisted to the side, upset to hear about her current state of being. He didn’t remember any of his friend’s wives going through this kind of discomfort when they were pregnant, but maybe that was because he wasn’t around them often enough. From what he had been told, it was perfectly normal for the first couple of months to be like this for the mother, and then things became okay before her belly grew to the size of a quaffle; then she would have to deal with the back aches, and swollen ankles, and every other side effect that came with carrying a child.

And then there was the process of childbirth. These thoughts made him wish there were more he could do to take away some of her suffering, since she was going through it in order to give them a son. He would have been just as thrilled with a baby girl, covered in pink frills, but there was something about knowing that his first child would be a boy that was incredible.

“It’s strange, knowing that he’s so small right now… But you’re right, it’s going to be more fun later on.”

He smirked at the thought, looking down at Danielle before he once again adjusted his arm around her, continuing to walk beside her down the sidewalk. He would hold the door open for her when they finally arrived at their house – it was strange, how getting back home seemed to take so much longer than it took for them to arrive at the restaurant. Stepping into the foyer, he removed his jacket, throwing it over the arm of the nearest chair, stepping up behind Danielle, who had just removed hers. He touched her waist, letting her know that he was there, eventually slipping his hands around her middle, as he pressed a kiss that lingered against her shoulder.

“You have to be exhausted.”

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curador
2012-01-17 04:13 am UTC (link)

He was a little shrimp of a baby. Danielle's books and notes she'd taken from the pediatric healers described the size and shape of her tiny one in more professional of ways but when it came down to it he looked like a shrimp, and was even smaller than one. It pleased her to have something more personal to relate the baby to other than just his measurements, even though in the rest of her life she often liked to have things spelled out to her in spells, digits, and facts.

Though, as her eyes fluttered closed at the touch of Donovan's lips on her shoulders, Danielle fondly recalled that her husband was one of the very few things she appreciated being surprised by, to have absolutely no way to truly describe how he made her feel. Her hands moved to cover his and she leaned back into him.

"I wouldn't say exhausted," she let out in a low hum, tilting her head to not-so-subtly expose her neck, a smile coming to play on her lips. She was certainly tired, but there was always energy inside of her for the time she spent with Donovan. He'd always known how to distract her in the most pleasant of ways, and she had adapted to it quickly.

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impulse
2012-01-17 04:42 am UTC (link)

He took the way she tilted her head as an open invitation, his lips traveling up the side of her neck, letting her cherish each loving kiss before he moved to the next spot. He couldn’t recall off hand the last time they had been intimate with each other beyond the exchanging of kisses or soft caresses, seeing how she hadn’t been feeling well for the last couple of weeks. He didn’t want her to be more uncomfortable than she already was, but he couldn’t help missing the feel of her skin, or the way it always held the faint scent of the clean soap she used, no matter what perfume she might have been wearing that day. It had been too long since he had been with his wife in the way he wanted to be.

Maybe that walk in the cold, fresh night air had done the both of them more good than he originally thought.

“Than how about,” another kiss, “we go upstairs,” yet another, a little higher up, moving their hands to slide across the flat surface of her stomach, getting a better hold on her, “and get you warmed up?”

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curador
2012-01-18 02:07 am UTC (link)

She reveled in the closeness for a few seconds before twisting in Donovan's arms to kiss him soundly on the lips, her hands going to his face to pull him down to her. Yes, it had been too long, and Danielle suddenly felt fevered into rectifying that. The days since she'd found out she was pregnant had been dragging but flying by at the same time; the days trying to convince felt like such a blur. Life was moving at such a rapid pace now that she and Donovan were married and while it was exciting and thrilling, she wanted to stay in this perfect moment of their lives. No one was trying to take them down, or ruin their marriage, it was just...perfect, they were perfect.

Except for the nausea, they were perfect.

Danielle managed to kick off her heels as they maneuvered in the dark hallway that led to the stairs, unable to break away from each other. She moaned into Donovan's mouth as he pressed up against her, pushing her into the wall beside the staircase. Oh, they did not need to go upstairs, a change of scenery always managed to but a halt on things. Danielle was fine right here, feeling every bit of her husband against her. Her hands squeezed between them to tug on the buttons of his shirt and she felt the hem of her dress begin to ride up because of the wall behind her.

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impulse
2012-01-18 03:40 am UTC (link)

His hands fell to her hips when she turned to face him, his eyes falling closed as he parted her lips with his own, allowing him to deepen their kiss. Every kiss they shared always seemed sweeter than the last, and this was no exception. His tongue massaged against hers as his hand lifted, silky waves of honey and gold folding beneath his palm as he cupped her jaw, blindly following her lead towards the stairs. He let out a grunt of mild surprise when they suddenly stopped moving, one of his hands moving towards the wall in order to brace himself. At this rate they wouldn’t even make it up the stairs.

Donovan let out a breath as her nimble, yet needy fingers worked on unbuttoning the shirt that was acting as a barrier between her hands and his chest. The fingers of the hand that was against the wall curled under as the speed of his breathing picked up, his other hand roaming down to touch the newly exposed area of her thigh. The more he touched her, the more impatient he got, and after keeping her pinned there at the bottom of the stairs for a little while longer – until she was finished unbuttoning his shirt – he eventually moved himself back enough to pick her up, lifting her so that her legs were pressed against either side of his waist, her arms around his neck. Once he was certain he had a secure hold on her, he started them up the stairs, carrying her to the second floor.

He had gone years without her – how he managed to not go completely insane now that he thought back on that period of time when they didn’t even speak, he wasn’t sure. Danielle was his world, even when they were back in Hogwarts and others called them foolish for believing that, even at such a young age, they could be so madly in love.

It felt so good, proving them all wrong.

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curador
2012-01-18 04:54 am UTC (link)

Dropping into the bed that they'd simply slept in for what seemed like ages felt like heaven, and it was easy to revel in the kisses and caresses. Danielle felt so energetic and invigorated that in her whirl of thoughts she began to devise the idea that sex and the fun things that brought it about were the perfect cure for the baby-related illnesses that she had been suffering through. It was the best kind of solution ever thought up, she believed, and voiced her opinion loudly with a moan as Donovan's hands continued to explore some very familiar territories.

Her hair, which had been twisted into an elegant braid sitting on her shoulder was now pulled apart and disheveled around her head, creating a mad sort of look that matched how she felt. She never doubted that Donovan could make her feel this good in an instant, but it always astounded and amazed her. She was allowed to be impressed with her husband's skills, no?

Getting tangled up in clothes and blankets was sometimes her favorite part; it made finding each other and making that connection feel like some great triumph. Danielle let out a happy, satisfied sigh of a breath before finally kissing Donovan again, her hands planting against the smooth skin of his back to bring him down on top of her.

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