#convoted

Andromeda stared down at the invitation, she had seen Narcissa earlier in the week, but hadn’t expected another run in with her feelings for her family so soon. Sighing, she rubbed her free hand on her forehead the frustration building. 

The baby was sleeping soundly and Andromeda had poured one more glass of wine. Normally Andy was fairly good at not letting her family get to her but it felt like they were so close right now. There was a part of her that she kept buried most days, a part of her that wanted her daughter to know her aunts. That wanted to stand beside Narcissa on her wedding day like she’d always dream. 

The sound of Ted’s footstep’s coming towards broke her train of thought for a moment. “Do you want a glass?” She said knowing that Ted would read her like an open book as he always did. 

@tptonks​

Turning over again Andromeda pull the covers with her, letting out a sigh as she did. Her back was starting to hurt already and there were months more to go. Laying on her back she stared at the ceiling her hands folded neatly over her big belly. Looking over at Ted he seemed to be sleeping soundly. That could not stand, turning towards him she curled up a bit. 

“Teddy, wake up.” She said. He had worked late the night before but he’d forgive her. He always did after all. “The baby is moving again give me your hand.” Andromeda’s voice was a low whisper so not to wake their sleep daughter next door. 

Tedromeda 1967

The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight, something was off. Andromeda could feel it in the air, call it Auror instinct or Deja Vu, it didn’t really matter. All she knew was that something had her on edge the baby had been asleep for hours and Dora was still tucked safely in her bed. Pulling her wand out Andromeda turned the corner into the kitchen her breathe held in her chest. 

Her Husband smiled back at her and Andromeda's face shifted from fear to joy to rage within a second. Tucking her wand back into her pocket she crossed her arms looking Ted up and down.

“Dora is asleep,” She said her tone harsh. He was alive she could breathe again. She had her husband back and Dora would have her father.  Her Ted was okay. “Apologize quietly.”

Sounds nasty.

tedday--tonks replied to your post: The weekend went far too quick

You can say that again, love.