[Fic:] Chapter 6 Worries
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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 6 Worries
Author :smirkingcat
Rating: PG
Word Count : 1.292
Notes: and the story goes on: find part one @lj, @dw
many thanks and gratitude tothemightyflynn for all the grand support and beta reading she does *hugs*!
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hp_bunintheoven february prompt 1: back ache
Summary: Telling others what is going on, makes it real. Enter Blaise's insecurities.
Warnings: fluff, mpreg, D/s- subtext, sex
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 6 Worries
Blaise hadn’t gone home after he spent Wednesday night and all of Thursday at Spinner’s End. He had watched for signs that he was overstaying his welcome. But no matter if he sat down in the kitchen to watch Severus prepare their meals, or sat next to him on the small sofa, starting to read something but falling asleep more often than not, or even when he was doing his correspondence, Severus hadn’t so much as batted an eyelash.
This was all way out of the ordinary for them. This living together thing. Well, besides the cooking. Severus had always cooked for him. Blaise only knew how to cook three meals and two of them are nearly the same: lasagne and spaghetti bolognese. And he had not learned those from his father, but from the cook his father had hired, who had stayed on, even after his father had suddenly died.
Not that he minded that fact, because he didn't like to cook on good days. Severus, on the other hand, was an excellent cook. He also seemed to enjoy it, if Blaise was reading his body language right.
So lying with his head in Severus’ lap after a very light lunch, he mumbled: “Need to get some appropriate robes.”
There was no immediate reaction, but then the hand that was lying at his side under the borrowed shirt he wore, moved to caress his swollen-looking belly. With the potions kicking in, he couldn't deny any longer that something was growing inside of him.
“When we go to the healer, do you want to know the sex of the munchkin? Three months, so we could ask.” Blaise turned a little to look up at Severus’ face.
He himself had not made up his mind, and he wasn't sure if he cared.
Names, names would be a problem, and that the munchkin would be in itself. But the sex was of no matter to him. His family did not particularly care if the heir of the family was male or female. In fact it had always been the female heads driving the prosperity of the Zabinis, with various methods. And, with some luck, he himself would never be head of the family.
“Is that what we will be calling it? Munchkin?” Severus asked instead.
“What would you prefer we call it?” Blaise asked back.
Though he had gotten quite used to munchkin. It seemed to fit Severus’ and his child. It had a nice ring to it.
“Munchkin it is. And we do not have to ask for the baby’s sex now. We can ask later, or we can let ourselves be surprised,” Severus offered.
He moved his hand once more, making Blaise sigh.
“Not all at once does sound rather sensible. I wrote my mother. Asked her for her presence at Christmas dinner with me and my partner,” he went on, putting his hand on top of Severus’.
“What reaction are you anticipating?” Severus asked, voice neutral, but the hand movement had stopped.
“Difficult to say. My mother can be rather peculiar with her reactions to circumstances I present to her,” he answered honestly.
So far Blaise had never experienced the wrath of his mother first hand, but he had seen it. It wasn’t pretty.
Senzafiona Zabini had her own code of honour and morals and they applied to everybody differently. She was a fantastic tactician, a very smooth conversationalist and a ruthless matriarch.
As long as Blaise followed her rules, behaved when he was in public and did not question her decisions out loud, she rarely bothered with him.
Blaise remembered telling her about befriending Draco Malfoy in first year. She had been overjoyed, and issued an invitation for Draco for a visit in summer.
Until that summer, the Malfoys had been too far away in hierarchy for her to engage with them. But ever since then she made a point to dine with the Malfoys on a regular basis, and invite them to dine with her too.
It was not the pure-blood status alone that attracted her to the Malfoys, it was the prestige. Blaise was sure that telling her he was best friends with Theodore Nott would not have elicited the same reaction.
“She most likely will not be too happy about becoming a grandmother,” Blaise added after a long silence.
“Will she disinherit you?”
“No, she just doesn’t like to be reminded of her age. And she will have a peculiar way of expressing her thoughts towards the situation. It also won’t hurt you to mention that the Malfoys practically claim you as family,” Blaise said, sounding sarcastic to his own ears.
It was pure irony that husband number thirteen or seventeen -a muggle born himself- had kept her out of the country during the second Voldemort war, and therefore kept him safe. Not that she was a pure-blood fanatic, but it was about power and politics. And through the years, Blaise came to the conclusion, that if his father had not been an old Italian wizarding pure-blood he would not be alive.
So, it could be a problem that the father of his child was a half-blood. He knew his mother well enough to not upset her, but not good enough to know how she would react, and it worried him. After all she still had the power to make Severus’ and his life unpleasant.
How long will Severus tolerate all the changes that this child forced upon them?
This was not a natural progression of their relationship and while part of him was happy with all the changes, most of him feared that everything would come crashing down. He needed to be prepared for that: to have an out himself.
With a sting he remembered Wednesday noon, and the lesson he had been taught. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he opened his mouth again.
“I’m afraid Severus. Afraid that you will realise that this is all too much hassle,” he whispered, hugging his stomach.
“I would lie, if I told you that I secretly always wanted a family, because I did not. However, neither your mother nor the munchkin itself, will drive me away. This might also be one of the situations where our age-gap might be to my advantage. At least I have a comprehension of what to expect from the future. As for the pure-blood bigotry - I am a half-blood sorted into Slytherin, and I am best friends with Lucius Malfoy, and the late Regulus Black. I can assure you, Blaise, I know my way around pure-bloods.”
Severus spoke calmly, reassuringly and Blaise was just grateful.
Slowly he sat up, hissing because his back started to feel the put on weight. He also noticed a change of his centre when he walked. He was ever so slightly off kilter. It was annoying and would grow even more so in the next months.
“I really need to get dress robes, otherwise I will not be dressed appropriately and we will be late,” he said.
“I shall get dressed myself, and wait for your return here,” Severus replied.
“No last words of encouragement?” he asked teasingly.
“I doubt you need them. You know the Malfoys and I know you have impeccable manners. I also saw you take your nausea potion today, so we will be fine. You will survive your best friend's tantrum over you hiding a relationship and I will survive my best friend's teasing about becoming a father at my age. Then we will come back here and find a way to forget about that outing,” Severus said, voice deep.
Blaise raised an eyebrow: “Sounds good to me.” He grinned and got up to floo to his flat.
Chapter 7 at lj | at dw
Author :
smirkingcatRating: PG
Word Count : 1.292
Notes: and the story goes on: find part one @lj, @dw
many thanks and gratitude to
themightyflynn for all the grand support and beta reading she does *hugs*! used for
hp_bunintheoven february prompt 1: back acheSummary: Telling others what is going on, makes it real. Enter Blaise's insecurities.
Warnings: fluff, mpreg, D/s- subtext, sex
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 6 Worries
Blaise hadn’t gone home after he spent Wednesday night and all of Thursday at Spinner’s End. He had watched for signs that he was overstaying his welcome. But no matter if he sat down in the kitchen to watch Severus prepare their meals, or sat next to him on the small sofa, starting to read something but falling asleep more often than not, or even when he was doing his correspondence, Severus hadn’t so much as batted an eyelash.
This was all way out of the ordinary for them. This living together thing. Well, besides the cooking. Severus had always cooked for him. Blaise only knew how to cook three meals and two of them are nearly the same: lasagne and spaghetti bolognese. And he had not learned those from his father, but from the cook his father had hired, who had stayed on, even after his father had suddenly died.
Not that he minded that fact, because he didn't like to cook on good days. Severus, on the other hand, was an excellent cook. He also seemed to enjoy it, if Blaise was reading his body language right.
So lying with his head in Severus’ lap after a very light lunch, he mumbled: “Need to get some appropriate robes.”
There was no immediate reaction, but then the hand that was lying at his side under the borrowed shirt he wore, moved to caress his swollen-looking belly. With the potions kicking in, he couldn't deny any longer that something was growing inside of him.
“When we go to the healer, do you want to know the sex of the munchkin? Three months, so we could ask.” Blaise turned a little to look up at Severus’ face.
He himself had not made up his mind, and he wasn't sure if he cared.
Names, names would be a problem, and that the munchkin would be in itself. But the sex was of no matter to him. His family did not particularly care if the heir of the family was male or female. In fact it had always been the female heads driving the prosperity of the Zabinis, with various methods. And, with some luck, he himself would never be head of the family.
“Is that what we will be calling it? Munchkin?” Severus asked instead.
“What would you prefer we call it?” Blaise asked back.
Though he had gotten quite used to munchkin. It seemed to fit Severus’ and his child. It had a nice ring to it.
“Munchkin it is. And we do not have to ask for the baby’s sex now. We can ask later, or we can let ourselves be surprised,” Severus offered.
He moved his hand once more, making Blaise sigh.
“Not all at once does sound rather sensible. I wrote my mother. Asked her for her presence at Christmas dinner with me and my partner,” he went on, putting his hand on top of Severus’.
“What reaction are you anticipating?” Severus asked, voice neutral, but the hand movement had stopped.
“Difficult to say. My mother can be rather peculiar with her reactions to circumstances I present to her,” he answered honestly.
So far Blaise had never experienced the wrath of his mother first hand, but he had seen it. It wasn’t pretty.
Senzafiona Zabini had her own code of honour and morals and they applied to everybody differently. She was a fantastic tactician, a very smooth conversationalist and a ruthless matriarch.
As long as Blaise followed her rules, behaved when he was in public and did not question her decisions out loud, she rarely bothered with him.
Blaise remembered telling her about befriending Draco Malfoy in first year. She had been overjoyed, and issued an invitation for Draco for a visit in summer.
Until that summer, the Malfoys had been too far away in hierarchy for her to engage with them. But ever since then she made a point to dine with the Malfoys on a regular basis, and invite them to dine with her too.
It was not the pure-blood status alone that attracted her to the Malfoys, it was the prestige. Blaise was sure that telling her he was best friends with Theodore Nott would not have elicited the same reaction.
“She most likely will not be too happy about becoming a grandmother,” Blaise added after a long silence.
“Will she disinherit you?”
“No, she just doesn’t like to be reminded of her age. And she will have a peculiar way of expressing her thoughts towards the situation. It also won’t hurt you to mention that the Malfoys practically claim you as family,” Blaise said, sounding sarcastic to his own ears.
It was pure irony that husband number thirteen or seventeen -a muggle born himself- had kept her out of the country during the second Voldemort war, and therefore kept him safe. Not that she was a pure-blood fanatic, but it was about power and politics. And through the years, Blaise came to the conclusion, that if his father had not been an old Italian wizarding pure-blood he would not be alive.
So, it could be a problem that the father of his child was a half-blood. He knew his mother well enough to not upset her, but not good enough to know how she would react, and it worried him. After all she still had the power to make Severus’ and his life unpleasant.
How long will Severus tolerate all the changes that this child forced upon them?
This was not a natural progression of their relationship and while part of him was happy with all the changes, most of him feared that everything would come crashing down. He needed to be prepared for that: to have an out himself.
With a sting he remembered Wednesday noon, and the lesson he had been taught. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he opened his mouth again.
“I’m afraid Severus. Afraid that you will realise that this is all too much hassle,” he whispered, hugging his stomach.
“I would lie, if I told you that I secretly always wanted a family, because I did not. However, neither your mother nor the munchkin itself, will drive me away. This might also be one of the situations where our age-gap might be to my advantage. At least I have a comprehension of what to expect from the future. As for the pure-blood bigotry - I am a half-blood sorted into Slytherin, and I am best friends with Lucius Malfoy, and the late Regulus Black. I can assure you, Blaise, I know my way around pure-bloods.”
Severus spoke calmly, reassuringly and Blaise was just grateful.
Slowly he sat up, hissing because his back started to feel the put on weight. He also noticed a change of his centre when he walked. He was ever so slightly off kilter. It was annoying and would grow even more so in the next months.
“I really need to get dress robes, otherwise I will not be dressed appropriately and we will be late,” he said.
“I shall get dressed myself, and wait for your return here,” Severus replied.
“No last words of encouragement?” he asked teasingly.
“I doubt you need them. You know the Malfoys and I know you have impeccable manners. I also saw you take your nausea potion today, so we will be fine. You will survive your best friend's tantrum over you hiding a relationship and I will survive my best friend's teasing about becoming a father at my age. Then we will come back here and find a way to forget about that outing,” Severus said, voice deep.
Blaise raised an eyebrow: “Sounds good to me.” He grinned and got up to floo to his flat.
Chapter 7 at lj | at dw
