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Emma was visibly pregnant now, about five months along and with Seth's giant genes she had no doubt that their son would be equally large. Something she tended to dismiss as she did not want to dwell on what that would do to her body once the time came. "I don't think I have. I thought it would be a good idea to get out of the manor for a bit. I've been quite bored, to be honest with you. How have you been? Anything new and exciting going on?"

where: end of summer fayre who: open to all

Emma wasn't the biggest fan of fairs and carnivals and as it was hot outside and she was currently very much pregnant and feeling the heat even more, she knew she would not be here long. Still, she had decided to come as she had grown bored of sitting at home. A change of scenery could be good for her. "Depends on the type of questions, I guess."

Sethos wasn’t about to disagree, of course their son would be perfect. “Let’s be honest, he’s bound to take after his mother.” Still, he hoped the kid inherited his height. When Emma brought it up, he couldn’t help but chuckle, amused she always seemed to be one step ahead of him. “I’d say the odds are in his favour.”

Her eyes widened in horror as she looked down at her stomach and then back at him. "I am afraidf you might be right. You know what I did not consider. That your giant baby will have to come out of me." Her memory flashed back to the healer saying the baby was already in the highest percentage height wise and it was early in the pregnancy.

Lydia could feel the flush forming in her cheeks and on her ears, but Emma didn't seem mad about it. So at least there was that. As long as Emma wasn't mad, she wouldn't get in trouble for how excited she felt.

"The team will be incomplete without me. I am not someone that can be replaced, so I am not worried about that, but I do not want my team to go down in the rankings without me there to catch the snitch." She sighed dramatically. "That's a good question. I think it is a good learning opportunity to watch the other players from the sidelines. Life without quidditch at all would be way too miserable."

Anthony chuckled slightly, relieved to have a conversation that was jubilant, something to take his mind off everything else. As Emma mentioned restlessness, he chuckled slightly. It was something that Anthony believed only a retired or benched Quidditch player could understand.

"I did not say it wasn't. I am simply saying that I'm already bored of sitting on the sidelines and watching them play. I know my replacement seeker is not as good as I am." Then again she did not think anyone could come close to her skill and passion. "I will be back on a broom as soon as possible. You're right. Hopefully by the new year."

Sethos was still caught in the moment, the quiet, staggering realisation that they were having a son. A child who would carry on the family name. An heir. For him, that meant they wouldn’t need to try for more. He liked the idea of a small family. With the way he was raised, it felt right for him.

"I'm curious about that too. Naturally he will be perfect." He was their son after all, there was no way for him to be anything less than that, but she wondered who he would take after more. Both in appearance and temperament. "I do hope he gets your height." She smiled up at him pulling him down for a kiss. "Sure, yeah. Let's go home."

Anthony never quite realised how much a break-up impacted your daily life. Before Mira, he had only had a series of short-lived relationships, none lasting long enough to sustain an actual bond. With Mira, things had been different or so Anthony thought they had. It was one thing to mourn a relationship, it was a complete different ballgame to mourn a relationship built on a lie.

It had been a while since she had last seen Anthony, she couldn't recall how many months it had been only remembering that their last meeting had not been that recent. Her life had been more than busy this last year, with reuniting with Seth, getting married, moving and now her pregnancy. It was a lot to handle and she had her plate full with social engagements now that she was married and getting even more invitations to each and every societal event.

Sethos gave a deep chuckle as he leaned in to press a kiss to her temple. Her hand was still in his, and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. “A son,” he repeated, the words still tasting new and incredible on his tongue. “You’re right, one and done. Perfect from the start.”

She was pleased that they were having a son, she thought a son suited them and their lifestyle much more than a daughter would. Besides, it was much preferable to only have one child to having to deal with multiple, she could not imagine why one would want more than that. If their son was for some unfathomable reason a bad quidditch player, they would have to have another, obviously, but she didn't even consider the possibility of him being less than great.

Alecto tilted her head, her gaze sweeping lazily over Emma before a small, knowing smile curved her lips. She toyed with the label on a bottle, the a small glint in her eyes. “Oh, I wasn’t looking,” she said lightly, finally turning to face her. “Just remembering what it feels like.” Her tone was light, but the edge was there, she’d hated every moment of that forced stillness from her Death Eater responsibilities. “Do you reckon the Falcons stand a chance this year without you?”

"I did not know it was you. My apologies. I have been stopped too m many times today." She admitted with a roll of her eyes. "Any advice you can give me?" Alecto seemed to be handling motherhood well. Her friend looked as put together as always, not that she expected anything less. "I do not know about the Falcons as I play for the Magpies.." She chuckled in amusement. "But I do think the other teams have a better shot now, without me in the picture."

where: St. Mungo's who: @emmaflint A boy.

They were having a boy.

Lydia had actually squealed in excitement when she read the news of Emma's baby. It would've been a bit embarrassing but no one had been there to see it. She was definitely already planning on what she could buy Emma's child, and if she could get deemed trustworthy enough to babysit.

Emma definitely felt less annoyed once she saw that it was Lydia who had been staring at her not just some stranger that thought that they knew her or were entitled to her attention because she was a famous athlete.

"If we were emotional people, that would make me tear up. But, as it is, it makes me proud." He told her endearingly. Evan had always looked after her, making sure no one ever messed with her, and it had been brought to his attention that Emma had done the same for him when it mattered most. The wizard let out a chuckle, he wouldn't let anyone else tease him like she did, his reaction gentle. "Ah, yes, I think we've established I'm not good at picking a wife."

"Oh I do not want to lose respect for you. Please do me the favor and keep your composure." She teased good naturedly. He was one of the few people she always felt accepted her just as she was, no pretenses. "Well if you want my help in finding you one say the word. I will have a lot of time on my hands once I stop playing. I need something to keep me busy.

"I am not claiming that I was." She commented loftly, shrugging her shoulders. Emma had quite enjoyed herself, she always did with him. He knew her body better than anyone. Still the timing was inconvenient and she felt uncomfortable in her heels, something that never used to bother her. "I would've preferred for it to happen a few months-' or years, '-later. That's all." She pouted. Of course a part of her was excited, but she was also a bit scared, it was a huge change. Trying to roll her head from side to side as her neck was getting stiff, she winced. "I feel like I am in desperate need of a massage so hands to yourself until we get home and then I want them all over me."

Sethos chuckled under his breath, shaking his head at her pout. “You say that like I had a master plan,” he teased, stepping closer and letting his hand rest lightly at the small of her back. “You think I wouldn't have picked a better month? Preferably one where your heels didn’t make you want to murder me?”

"Well, I always admired your commitment and strength, darling." He complimented her, a firm smile on his lips. Emma was one of his favourite cousins, fiercely loyal and determined, she always got what she wanted. He felt they shared more than enought traits to get along easily, caring for each other at any cost. "It'd be lovely to have an heir so soon, and knowing you two, I'm sure you'll be quite efficient on that matter." Evan allowed teasingly. "I have no doubts they'll be a Quidditch prodigy. Perhaps I can gift them something of my own, teach the kid some other things too."

"As I have yours." She trusted him implicitly, Evan was as dear to her as her own brother was, it had always been this way. It was easy for them to get along, their opinion similar enough on most matters. "We are nothing if not skilled athletes." She shrugged, a smile playing on her lips. "I would like that. As long as you do not advise it in choosing a betrothed."