She soon found out that a kid could do very much damage--and that was without it even seeing the light of day yet.
An otherwise hyper Bellatrix found herself growing more tired and less energetic as the days wore on. She had considered cutting class on multiple occasions, but decided against it as she wouldn't let some mudblood surpass her.
Though it was always a struggle when she first awoke. Every morning she was greeted with a much unwelcomed wave of nausea. And was eventually forced to provide some excuse as to why she always got up so early, as well as where she went when she did.She had claimed to be in the library working on some project or another--and Tom had no problem vouching for her.
But Bellatrix's biggest dread was yet to come. Her body hadn't really started to show any obvious physical signs of her pregnancy yet--regardless the witch knew she had fess up before her body did that for her. She hadn't even the nerve to tell Cissy nor Andromeda yet--much less her professors and the rest of the student body.
She didn't have a choice in that matter.
"I can't be a mother." Bellatrix frowned one morning as she took a seat next to Tom.
"And I'm thrice as shitty father material." Tom shrugged.
"Great, together we're four fourths of a bad parent." Bellatrix flicked her wand around carelessly--swinging it back and fourth between her pointer and her thumb at a lazy momentum.
"At least you'd be a better parent than I." Tom replied.
"How do you figure that?" Bellatrix asked.
"All that senseless baby talk you do. You'll finally get to put it to use without looking like a total loon." Tom chuckled.
Bellatrix frowned but couldn't really disagree.
"What's that about anyways, Bella?" Tom asked. "The baby talk I mean."
"I dunno." Bellatrix answered. "I guess I know it bothers people and I think it's kind of fun to drive people loonier than I."
"Is that so?" Tom asked
"Yup." Bellatrix replied.
"That's lovely Bella." Tom said and gave the witch a kiss on the forehead.
"Yup." Bellatrix answered again and let her head fall into Tom's lap. He gently ran his fingers through her tangled mess of curls.
Tom always seemed to make her feel better.He sort of just knew the right things to say, In this case, she took comfort in knowing that she was at least a better parent than someone. .
