The Years Between || G.W

2007- Lee's POV

***A/N*** Hey everyone! How are you all doing? Figured I haven't done a Lee POV in a while and I was starting to miss the lovable idiot. I'm not too sure when I'll be back, though it's probably going to be next week some time. Thank you all for being so patient with my updating schedule it means the world. Till then, xx

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"What if we set him on fire?"

Emma looks at us from across the living room.

"You're going to go over and set my baby's father on fire?"

I shrug my shoulders, "He deserves it."

"Hm, not saying that he doesn't but," She shrugs her shoulders.

Walter tilts his head to the side, "What was that look?"

"What was what look?"

"That look, the look you just did... you don't think that he's going to calm down and come back to you, do you?"

Emma doesn't say anything. She just puts her hands on her stomach which has gotten pretty big.

"Em!" I wail, "You cannot be that stupid!"

"M'not stupid," she says to me, "Just hopeful."

Piper waddles into the living room and sits in the middle of it. She's still not fully used to the new place so she doesn't even try to jump onto the furniture. Walter gets up from beside me to go get her and bring her back to the sofa.

"Sounds like stupidity to me," he says as he sits down beside me, throwing his legs over my lap, "The guys a cunt."

"Cunt or not, he's still this baby's father," She cracks her neck from side to side, "I've got an appointment with a doctor at Saint Mungo's today. Apparently, she dabbles in muggle medicine and has this machine that can show me what my baby looks like from inside."

"An ultrasound," I say to her, "It won't show you a clear picture, just a lump in your gut."

Emma shrugs her shoulders, "Said that I could learn the gender of the baby."

"Gender is a social construct," Walter yawns, "Isn't that right Piper darling?"

"Still nice to know what I'm dealing with till they're old enough to tell me otherwise," Emma says. She checks the clock that's hanging on the wall behind the telly, "Better get going if I'm going to make it in time."

"We'll come with you," I say.

Walter uses the heel of his foot to apply pressure onto my thigh.

"Ouch, you bastard bitch," I laugh and shove his feet off of me.

Emma raises an eyebrow, "You really don't have to come you know, "I'll be alright."

"No," I glare at Walter, "We'll come with you."

"Let me get dressed first at least," Walter moves our cat off his lap and gets up from the sofa. He looks at me for a second, telling me that he wants me to come with him without using words and heads out of the room.

Emma sighs, "He doesn't want me to do this huh,"

"It's not that," I say to her, "Trust me, it's not that."

"He's been sort of an arse since I got pregnant," She says to me.

I take a deep breath, "We want a kid, really badly. We got this big beautiful house to fill with kids and we can't really do that. Not till we're married and we can't get married the way we want now and," I shake my head, "It's a whole thing but trust me when I tell you, it's got nothing to do with you."