'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
CHAPTER 130; change is a powerful thing, people are powerful beings
[ APRIL SEVENTEENTH, 98' ]
No one in particular,
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'I took my love, I took it down Climbed a mountain and I turned around And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills 'Til the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well, I've been afraid of changin' 'Cause I've built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older And I'm gettin' older, too'
Any progress made between Remus and Nymphadora in their pursuit of a lasting friendship as they prepared to raise their child had gone out the window the moment her waters had broken.
It was the evening of the sixteenth of April.
Dora had eaten a smaller dinner with her mother, struggling to put away much more than that. She'd spent a few hours talking with Andromeda while she knitted, with Remus joining them in conversation later on. He was a much slower eater than the others in the house.
Remus had helped her into the bath, reading quietly as she washed her hair.
As she stepped out of it, Dora groaned, "How the fuck have I just pissed myself?"
Remus' eyes darted to her legs and the pool of water on the bath mat.
"I'm gonna have to get back in now!"
"Could that be your water breaking?" Remus stuttered, stepping back from her fearfully.
"Oh, " Dora shrugged, "Maybe... "
But the contractions hadn't yet started, so Dora merely drained the bath and ran another — albeit more lukewarm.
She stepped in and stayed there for a few hours longer, caressing her bump as though she could coax the baby out by tapping it annoyingly.
Dora had remained convinced that she wasn't going to cry or scream like all the other women did — she was simply stronger than everyone else, and the baby would practically fall out, she had told herself and anyone who would listen as much. How wrong she was.
