Dani had never been so scared in her life. She was shocked, and horrified, and scared, and pregnant. Pregnant. She'd gotten married two weeks ago. Two weeks. And was four weeks pregnant. Four weeks was two weeks to many for it to be Sean's baby, but put it in perfect time to be Nic's. She sighed, and clutched her daughter to her chest as she walked up to Nic's apartment. She let herself in. It wasn't like he didn't expect her. She always came in and cleaned for him.
Until her wedding she'd done a bit more than clean. She was done with that now. She was married and no more promiscuous sex. She'd told Nic so. But she never thought she'd have to tell him this. He was asleep when she came in. He was always asleep, or almost asleep when she came in. She smiled slightly. He was adorable when he was asleep. "Nic." She murmured sinking to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. One hand holding Sophia to her chest she gently pushed him with the other. "Nic. I need to talk to you."
She waited for him to wake up enough to have a cognitive conversation. "If… say… you had gotten with the lovely arsed witch at the daily prophet. And…
say she… oh I don't know, got pregnant. How would you want her to tell you?" She sighed. "Of course, this is all incredibly hypothetical. Well,
not incredibly, just mostly. In fact its not hypothetical at all, but lets pretend it is ok? "





