You're What? (Aimee)

This takes place in the Astronomy Tower!

It was  very unlikely for Aimee to be so demanding, however, the letter he'd received stated otherwise. She was requesting his presence immediately at the Astronomy Tower. He wasn't sure why she'd chosen the Astronomy Tower, but his guess was that it was because no one went up there so they'd be alone. He had no clue what he was getting himself into, but he figured if she seemed this upset, it was something pretty big. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing her again. He hadn't seen her that long ago, but when they were apart, time felt like years.

He remembered when she showed up to the door that night. She'd practically knocked him to the floor and kisses him. He knew it was because she hadn't been expecting him to be there. She wasn't aware of the situation with his parents at the time, she'd just assumed he was visiting and she got lucky. Upon finding out, she'd been just as upset as he'd been. He spent that night comforting her. Holding her and letting her fall apart in his arms. It's as if she wasn't upset enough, he'd gone and made it worse.

Now, now he was seeing a side of her he'd never seen before. He slowly, drug himself off his couch in his little homey condo and began getting ready. He pulled on a pair of jeans, a white tee and a navy blue zip up jumper. He didn't bother brushing his hair, because knowing Aimee, she'd mess it up anyways. He laced up his shoes and walked out the door. He wouldn't walk to whole way, of course, he'd walk to mile or two to the woods that bordered his neighborhood then apparate, but walking part of the way was exercise and it kept him from arriving too early. In fact, he'd arrive late.

As he walked, he imagined her features. Her long, blonde, curly hair and her soft blue eyes. He thought of the way her lips felt pressed up against his and memorised her scent. She smelled like orchids blooming in the springtime with a slight hint of vanilla. Her cheeks were constantly a rosy pink and her slender form complimented any clothes she wore. She was shorter than he so when she leaned against him, her head rested on his chest and her fingers often found his, entangling them in the softness of her own hands. He was able to lean his head down and inhaled into her hair, letting go of her hands and wrapping them around her tiny waist. He had a habit of pulling her into a tight squeeze and not letting go. It was as if letting go would be the end. Letting go would mean she'd evaporate into the air, never to be seen again.

God, he was so dependent on her. Men shouldn't be dependent on women, even if they thought she was their soulmate. Not having her by his side right now, hurt. It caused an aching in his heart that just couldn't be filled. He tried to think of other things to get his mind off of her, but he couldn't. She'd engraved her name onto his heart and it had stayed. Since he was 16, there wasn't a day that passed where he didn't think of her. He'd waited for her and he was happy to see that she'd been so unhappy in her arranged marriage. It practically was destined for them to be together.

Halfway to the woods, he grew a little melancholy. He'd thought about the fact that his parents had never gotten a chance to meet her. They would've loved her, he knew, despite her being in the Slytherin House, she was the most Hufflepuff-like girl he'd ever met. She had a sincere heart and she was just as loyal as he. When she told him her purpose for wanting to be the Slytherin Head of House was to make the students aware of the fact the stereotypes weren't true and that they didn't have to become evil, he smiled. That sounded exactly like the Aimee he had grown to know and love.

Now, as he had reached the woods, he reached for his wand and with a familiar pop, he disappeared and reappeared outside the gates. It took about another twenty minutes to get up to the tower where she was waiting. Entering the tower, he saw her, perched up on the windowsill, staring up at the moon. Her face was wet causing him to assume she'd been crying. He didn't have a chance to notice much else before the door slammed closed causing her to turn around and stare at him in the eyes. His face grew worried, not knowing what could be troubling her. Had Nicholai been harassing her? Was it her father writing to her again? He walked up to her and pulled her into his arms as he sat on some crates the same height as the window. He didn't even get to say anything before she began to speak, or shout rather.

She felt sick as she took the test, and even more so as she sent the letter. She demanded a meeting with him, and if he actually knew her, he should know she wasn't the demanding type. She'd been feeling sick lately and her period hadn't started and she was never late, so she had gotten and test and it was positive. She had stared at the blue plus sign for what seemed like hours in pure shock. She guesstimated that she'd be around five weeks or so meaning she still at time to act on it if she decided to. She needed to speak to him though, she needed to tell someone before she freaked and he was the only one she could tell.

She thought back to her fifth year, the year she met him, the year everything changed all because of love. That was the point where she learned her family was wrong. She now had known what love really felt like. Love wasn't marrying someone you'd never met prior, love was marrying someone you built a friendship with, a relationship with. Aimee has cried when her father hit her for being with a muggleborn, she'd cried when he left and she'd cried even more when he didn't get in contact with her. One night, after graduation, things had gotten so bad she went to where he once lived, expecting him not to be there, however, when the door opened, it was him standing there, looking at the tiny girl she was back then, tears streaming down her face. He almost didn't have time to react to her jumping into his arms and kissing him. She had kissed him passionately, angrily. The mouth she hadn't kissed in years, was suddenly kissing her back.

He comforted her that night and she tried to return the favour. She'd helped him finish clearing his parents home and get it ready to sell. That was the event that started the affair. She was married, but why should that matter? She didn't love him, it was forced. This was the guy she loved, the only man she could ever love the way she loved him. She should have known it'd get out about the affair, except it didn't or at least not the last time she checked. She'd fled in the middle of the night after forging Nicholai's signature on the divorce papers. She was officially a Valentine again. Scratch that, she was an O'Brien, forever and always.

However, now that she sat here, along the windowsill, she wondered what would come of her. She was 21, a pureblood, dating a muggleborn and now, she was pregnant. Certainly her parents would forsake her, would she be thrown in Azkaban for this heinous crime? Would she be stoned in the middle of London? She cried at the thought of betraying her family. She didn't mean to, but at the same time, they never gave her a choice. The family line, the Valentine's would forever be impure and it was because of her. She'd be famous for a reason other than her family's business. The moon became blurry, she cried so hard. Where was he?

She knew he'd stand her up. Notes like the one she'd sent meant bad news. They meant pregnancies or breakups. He'd spare his heart and not show tonight and she'd be left here crying like a fool, waiting for some student to find her. She was ashamed of what she'd done, of what they'd done, no one shall ever know. She'd get rid of this thing, the abomination growing inside of her. She didn't care what he said, she'd already lost the relationship with her father long ago, she didn't want to do the same with her mother. Her mother's the reason she's going to be a professor. Her mother was an excellent teacher. She loved teaching Aimee and the children of the village basic things and now, Aimee gave her a bad name.

Suddenly, she felt like she was going to be sick again and she clutched her achy stomach. She began to sweat and cry at the same time. She wished someone would find her and take care of her. She could pretend to be a wanderer, a wanderer with amnesia and they give her a new name and a new look even. She'd no longer be Aimee Valentine, she could be Maggie Peterson or Kendra O'Brien, wife to Dylan O'Brien. The crying had made her tired and as she stared at the yellow-ish moon, she began to doze off before hearing the door slam.

She jumped and turned her head to see him taking her in. Her mind never registered him walking over and sitting next to him until she was safely in his arms. It was then that she began shrieking at him. "I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant! Do you understand?!" she began crying again, harder this time. "Do you know what that's going to do to my family?" He had a solemn look on his face as he held her there, despite the amount of screaming she'd been doing. She'd practically cut off whatever it was he was going to say and that was rude but necessary. She had to get it out before she didn't tell him at all. She shoved the test with the little blue positive sign on it in his face. "Look at this you incompetent baboon!" She suddenly felt angry with him, it wasn't her fault. It was his, it was always the male's fault and now, her family would suffer because of a stupid muggle family.

Once she calmed down and his arms loosened around her, she realised what she'd said. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it." Her mascara was smeared under her eyes and she had a face of pure exhaustion. She couldn't believe what she'd said to him. She knew it was the hormones but she still shouldn't have said it. She hugged him and buried her face in his chest. As she cried, she inhaled. He smelled like a mix of sweat and peppermint. He always smelled of peppermint, and it was her weakness. She held onto him with all of her might, only looking up when he grabbed her chin and kissed her.

*Aimee is my character which is why I GM'd her, but this thread is now done.

He looked at her almost sympathetic, except it was really hard to portray a feeling he didn't feel. A father. He was going to be a father. He watched as her emotions went from upset to angry and back to Aimee, the Aimee he knew and loved. He understood why she was so upset, he wasn't pureblood and this would cost her every relationship between her and her family members, as well as she'd make headlines in the Wizarding news, but she'd be okay, because he had her and he'd take care of her and their blessing to be. He held her even as she wailed on him and called him names, only loosening up when she'd calmed down.

"Oh, Aimee," he whispered, one hand going to the back of her head, the other under her chin as he puled her into a kiss. "I love you, and our baby." he said, his voice genuinely solemn this time. He was excited, but when he said the word baby, her eyes grew and tears streamed down her face once more. She was scared and she had every right to be. She was young, she was going through this huge event that would change her life and cause her to develop into a beautiful mother.  He held her there, breathing in her scent, not speaking for what seemed like hours, but was really minutes.

"How far are you?" The next words came out before he could stop them. The Ministry better pay him decently between now and then, as he had a lot to buy. He would begin remodeling the second bedroom in his condo from an office to a nursery and he'd set up his room to accommodate Aimee and himself. He'd get her to sell her small town apartment and move in with him and hell, while he's at it, he'll propose in the finished nursery. "I'm about two months. It's due in late December/early January." He almost sighed a sigh of relief, he still had close to another seven months to buy the baby stuff and make a nursery, however, he wanted her moved in with him as soon as possible.

He didn't say anything after that, other than a constant word of reassurance letting her know they'd be fine and he'd take care of them. He wasn't sure how long they'd sat there or what she was thinking, but as this woman and his unborn baby, rested against him in his arms, he thought of their future. He pondered what the sex of the baby would be and what they would name it. He thought about what he or she would look like and what kind of personality they'd have. He watched as a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, pink ribbons in her hair and a flowy purple dress twirled in front of him, giggling as the sun set behind her petite frame. He dreamt of a little boy with dark hair and bright blue eyes in a diaper in the mud. His face was covered in mud and he had a mudpie in his hands. "Look daddy, I made it for you," he called out, causing Dylan to smile. Dylan was a big fan of children. He babysat his neighbors kids every chance he got during his summers. He watched them grow up. He put bows in little Jessica's hair and helped Jack make mud castles. He couldn't wait to share his thoughts with Aimee, though now was not the time.

As he flashed back to the present, he noticed a sound of heavy breathing, leaning over to see her face, he noted she was passed out. He stayed there for another hour, relished in the memory of getting to hold his future wife while she slept. He watched her chest fall slowly only to rise again, and he kept an eye on the small belly that was only barely beginning to form. He knew most woman tended to not sure for another month or two but they were bigger than her as well. Aimee was a very petite lady and it didn't surprise him when he looked down to her stomach after she'd told him they were expecting.

Without her mentioning it, he knew she didn't want to keep it, and he was sure she'd speak to him about it later, but right now, he smiled because she was asleep and calm. She wasn't stressing and she wasn't thinking about getting rid of that life inside of her. He knew that she'd come around, she's always been that type of girl, it'll just take some time, which he had plenty of.  As the time neared 3AM, he pulled out his wand a created a queen sized bed. Picking her up, he accio'd them both some nightclothes, magically locked the door, changed both themselves and laid in the bed beside her. He would've brought her to her room, if he was aware of where it was, but he wasn't and he wasn't sure if she could apparate with being pregnant so he thing the next thing he could think of. Pulling her back into his eyes, he kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, not looking forward to the alarm he had set for 7AM.