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@shego-swynlake

After Arithmancy and the incident with the littlest Bonfamille, Perdita had gone back to the dorm, curled up in bed, and cried. Everyone was at classes, so she’d had the room to herself, and she let herself cry and cry, her chest seized with panic. 

She couldn’t--

They’d used charms--

What was she supposed to do?

Eventually, she’d fallen asleep, and then she’d woken back up two hours later, a little before lunch. Fixing her hair and make up and changing her clothes into something less wrinkled, she headed out of the dorm again, looking for one person. She swam upstream from the crowds heading down to the Great Hall for lunch. Spotting the silky black hair rather quickly, Perdita reached out and grabbed her friend’s wrist, pulling her close.

@shego-swynlake

It was Isabel’s first appointment since being born, a month from the day, almost exactly. 

Copper wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he’d been nervous as fuck, especially considering that Isabel had been born a few week premature and the doctor’s had warned about all sorts of issues that could cause, Isabel falling behind in growth percentiles and her immune system developing more slowly, making her more prone to infections. 

Thankfully, Dr. Robbins was professional and sweet. She had a very nice smile, too, and golden hair that Isabel had tried to grab, even smiling a little for the woman. 

Everything was done quite quickly and painlessly, though Copper balked when they’d taken blood from the bottom of his baby girl’s heel. 

All the tests came back with check marks and her weight, while still a little under-developed was on track. A tight rope around Copper’s heart unwound as Dr. Robbins gave them the full lowdown and then said her goodbyes. Copper thanked her, though he’d stayed mostly silent during the entire proceedings.

They were just getting ready to leave, Sheila picking Isabel up off the table from where she lay when in swooped a new doctor, a bright sunny smile on his face. He held his hand out to Copper.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Joshua Sweet, I wonder if I could have a moment of your time to discuss a potential research trial I’m conducting that little Miss Isabel may be a candidate for.” 

Copper shook the man’s hand, brows furrowing a little. The doctor turned to Sheila next, holding out his hand for her too.

While Lou had been in his six hour surgery (and if those weren’t some of the most grueling six-hours of his life) Simba had made his way through all his contacts of people living in Swynlake, those that he hadn’t seen. He’d texted Jane and Kiki and Anita and Nala and Tiana and Howl and Copper, too, to thank him mostly, for being there for Lou and Ber and everyone else in that godforsaken trailer.

He’d texted Shego too, of course, to ask about her, as well as the baby. He’d found out that she was in the hospital and he’d had a small little nudge of an urge to go to her--just to see for himself--but between Berlioz, whose side he could not leave, and Silver, he’d been stuck in place.

It wasn’t until near a week later that Simba had time to swing by Shego’s place. He’d picked up flowers--bright pink peonies, as opposed to the red roses he always bought, but that was for the little girl growing inside Shego. He had a bag full of goodies too--an ice pack for her ankle and a heating pad for her stomach and a shopping bag full of crisps and biscuits. 

Honestly, it was a bit of a struggle juggling it up Shego’s stairs and to her door, but he managed, and knocked--wondering if he should text her and hoping not because his phone was stuck in his pocket. 

Thankfully, the door opened and Simba recognized the bloke from the Deer, just a few nights ago. He gave Tod a bright smile and explained why he was there, to which Tod was very gracious and let him into Shego’s room. 

“Oi, hello there, Mama!” Simba said, smiling bright as he burst into the room, brandishing the flowers and other gifts. “I brought food and, uhm, other goodies. How are you feeling?” he asked as he came around and put the flowers on the nightstand and dropped a kiss on top of Shego’s head.

Today; Copper was going to find out the sex of his child.

Which was just a weird as fuck sentence. 

He kept repeating it to himself in his head, though: today you’re going to find out the sex of your child. You’re either going to have a little baby boy, or a little baby girl, and today you’re going to know.

He didn’t know which one was worse and he didn’t know how he felt about it.

On the whole, he’d had, what? Three-ish months to become okay with the fact that he was gonna be a father. Technically, he already was a father. There just wasn’t much father-ing to do yet. Sheila was doing all the work. He felt a little helpless about that. Wished there was more he could do. Not to alleviate Sheila’s comfort, ‘course, the bitch could suffer swollen feet and back aches for all he cared. But, for his son/daughter. Wished there was something he could do.

All he had were the words of the doctor to chill him out. That Sheila was eating well, that Sheila was exercising properly, that Sheila was taking good care of their baby. He was grateful to her for that. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if she neglected it. The very thought made his blood run hot. 

But, he told himself to chill out and he did. Copper was getting more comfortable with the idea. Kind of, sort of. He’d pinned the little ultrasound picture up on the corkboard right near his desk--Judy and Rajah had both cooed about it. Which had made him blush but feel this weird stirring of pride bloom like a flame in his chest. 

Yup, that’s my baby, growin’ strong. He’d said with a little twisted smirk.

And today--he’d get to find out if he was having a little boy or a little girl.

Copper had been off like a shot. Mostly because he’d been doing absolutely nothing when Shelia had texted him, but also, he was worried about the young woman. Anyone who had gone through the kind of trauma she had was bound to be at least a bit uncomfortable. He would think that a small town like this would assuage some of those worries, but apparently not.

It didn’t bother him though. He liked feeling like someone that she felt she could depend on. Since he’d been making a right fuck up of things lately, at least this, he knew he could do. Walk the lady home. Simple. He was about 90% sure that nothing was going to happen to them.

Back in Ireland, that percentage would be about a 98%, but here, he had to account for the almost ridiculously high volume of magic. Unpredictable, uncontainable, uncontrollable. It made him wary, but he knew that none of that could show in front of the woman. And he was certain it wouldn’t. He was confident in his ability to protect, even if it meant taking the proverbial bullet himself.

Danger was not something he shied away from.

These thoughts occupied him as he made his way to the high school at a clipped pace. He’d never actually been inside the building, had had no reason to before, but now he entered through the old, wooden doors. At the receptionist desk he asked for Shelia’s classroom, got directions and made his way down the empty hall.