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My Baby Girl’s Wedding by obsessive

Format: Novella
Chapters: 21
Word Count: 47,941
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: General, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC
Pairings: James/Lily, Snape/Lily, OC/OC

First Published: 04/23/2007
Last Chapter: 02/23/2009
Last Updated: 02/23/2009

My name is Edward Evans. About thirty years ago I married my wife Kendra, and we have two daughters. One of them eloped with a man I can’t stand. My youngest is the only one I have left, and there is no way I’m going to let her walk down the aisle. Especially not with James Potter waiting at the alter. Yay! Over 17,000 reads!!!

Chapter 14: Expecting Parents

Disclaimer: The Plot and Lily’s parents are all my doing. However Lily and James aren’t mine. I’m not JKR and this is in no way connected to her. Live with it.

AN: Blowing off homework because I have inspiration, so when I fail a couple quizzes tomorrow we all know what the problem is. Just kidding. I can pass Math without studying, knock on wood.

Kendra and I stared at the door that Lily had dashed through not thirty seconds before. I stood up and made my way towards the bathroom, where our youngest was losing the contents of her stomach. I knocked on the closed door, but the only response I received was a retching noise. I looked back towards my wife, who was looking for another bottle of wine, but was pulling out a container of whiskey instead. She was pointedly ignoring me.

The bathroom door opening distracted me almost instantly; Lily was emerging shaking and white. I put my arm around her shoulders to steady her, and lead her to the couch. She lay down, breathing heavily, as I reached for the bottle of gin sitting on the drinking cart. My mother had always insisted that gin helped settle one’s stomach. I’d never believed her, but it was worth a shot. Little Love seemed to disagree. She grabbed my wrist as my fingers grasped the neck of the clear glass.

“No,” she said dryly. I wrenched my hand out of her grip. “No!” she repeated more firmly as I looked for a glass.

“Baby doll, we have to get some liquid in you.”

“Then water,” she rasped firmly. I shook my head, wincing at the idea of how far it was to the nearest glass of water. “Daddy I can’t!” she almost yelled now. I turned and looked at her on the couch. She was starting to sweat. I didn’t know what to do. She needed something, but I’d never been good with nausea. After Kendra had been pregnant with Petunia for a while she just made me stop coming after her whenever a particularly bad bought of nausea would come into play. She never even let me near her whenever she would be sick with…morning sickness. I looked at my daughter long and hard. Tears were forming in her eyes, as she looked back.

“Water,” she croaked one last time. I nodded and headed to the kitchen, were I found my wife drinking from a plastic cup. I filled up a glass without looking at her, and returned to our youngest daughter. I ran my fingers over Little Lily Lou’s forehead while she sipped her liquid. After a few minutes she sat up slowly, taking deep steadying breaths. We sat in silence for a couple more minutes before I spoke.

“How far?” I demanded quietly, sitting down on the coffee table by the couch, not being able to take it anymore. She kept staring straight ahead at the wall and didn’t answer until all the water had been emptied from her glass. I waited in silence.

“A little less than a month,” was her soft emotional response. I buried my face in my hands. She bit her lip, looking at me finally, scared of my answer. I couldn’t really think of what to say. This is a disaster. This kind of thing is supposed to happen after the wedding, a really long time after the wedding. Someone must not be very attached to their head. Finally a thought struck me.

“It might not be true,” I whispered hopefully. She looked at me, eyes wide; as if, unable to believe even I was capable of talking myself into something like that. “No listen,” I added quickly. “A women usually has to be a bit over a month before she can know for sure. I’m sure that this is just a false alarm Lovely Lou, no listen.” She was shaking her head.

“Dad,” Little Lovely started gently. “Magic can detect a pregnancy only two weeks after conception,” she informed. I moaned as she continued. “Ever since the incident at Frank and Alice’s the healer thought it would be a good idea for me to come in once every two weeks for a while. The first time they saw me, James and I had conceived only week before. It was too early for the pregnancy to be detected. The last time I went in though….” She trailed off, not needing to finish the sentence. Another thought formed in my head, one that was not in Lou Lou’s favor.

“How far along did you say you were?”

“A little less than a month,” she repeated looking up at me, no trace of tears in her eyes. “Actually I guess about a month at this point. Why?”

“Because about a month ago you were still living here,” I snapped. She froze, and looked back down at the carpet. I looked up at ceiling and back at her, my frustration reaching a peek. “Lily, where was this baby conceived?” Little Lovely Love looked up at me, her mouth open in shock and embarrassment. “Don’t make me repeated the question Lily Flower,” I threatened.

“Dad…” she began, but I never let her finish.

“Under our roof Lillian!” I hollered at her on my feet suddenly. “You let this boy impregnate you under our roof!! Up in your bedroom this whole time!!!” I was getting louder with each
sentence. “You behave this way in our house!! You have…have in our house!!!! Under our roof Lillian!” I screamed at the top of my lungs at her. Tears were finally beginning to appear.

“Well, it’s too late now,” she hollered back as the salty water ran down her cheeks. “What do you want to do about it!!” Her voice was just as loud as mine. I spluttered at her as she stood up. “What,” Lovely Lily said her voice lowering a notch. “It’s true. James and I did make love up in my bedroom while I was still living her, and this,” she gestured at her unchanged stomach. “Is the result. It’s too late to do anything. So what?”

I lost it completely. “You are grounded!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, unable to control my rage. Lily opened her mouth her fury over powering her.

“You. Can. Not. Ground. Me!” she reminded me, speaking slowly and putting emphasis on every word that escaped her lips, as if that would help get her point into my stubborn brain. “I. Don’t. Live. Here. Anymore.”

“That’s a technicality!” I bellowed.

She let out a scream of frustration, anger wracking her voice as she continued. “Don’t you get it Dad! I’m an adult! I can do whatever I want, and you can’t do anything about it! Because I’m not six years old anymore! I’m going to be a mother! I’m going to be a wife!”

“What? You’re not six anymore,” I repeated stupidly. “Well could have fooled me. This baby is the result of a rash unplanned, loss of control over two people’s hormones. Proving that you are under no circumstances ready for this!”

“That’s not true. I’m ready for this! We’re ready for this Daddy! I was scared when I found out, but it was a good scared. It was a wow I can’t believe this is happening to me kind of thing. It’s…it’s great Dad. It’s really fantastic,” she informed me her voice breathy and excited.

“Lily,” I started, trying to keep her calm, knowing that in her condition she couldn’t tale much. “You are not ready for this. Have you thought about how you’re going to support this child? You have one of the lowest paychecks available, due to the fact that you haven’t even had your job for six months. And even if Potter sticks around you can’t rely on him for an income. He’ll be in training for another four years, no money coming in,” I reminded her calmly.

“James isn’t going anywhere!” she yelled. I tenderly grabbed her shoulders. The trimester she was in right now was the most delicate. The baby would be in worse condition now if she went through a high stress level, than if she went through it five months. Little Love had already been through so much stress she’d collapsed, while she was with my grandchild. It was a miracle she hadn’t lost it already.

“Lily,” I started again. But she pushed me away from her, and I accidentally knocked the bottle of gin I’d tried to give her earlier off the table. The glass shattered on the floor, and the liquid spread across the carpet, sending the stench of alcohol around the room. Little Lovely Lily gagged, covered her mouth, and finally pushed past me towards the bathroom. I watched her leave, shaking my head. I was cleaning up the glass, when the doorbell rang. Answering it I saw the one person whose head I wanted to take off the most at the moment.

“Is she here?” Potter demanded stepping over the threshold, and looking around desperately. I growled and cracked my knuckles He stepped on the glass I’d been cleaning, and unconsciously waved his wand, and the mess was gone. I closed the door, so none of the neighbor’s would see. “Is she here?” he repeated desperately. I looked at him angry and confused, gritting my teeth. I’d known he didn’t have a session tonight, but I’d just assumed he was too scared to come face us, after what he’d done. “Please!” he cried desperately. Why was he so panicky? He knew where she was. Didn’t he?

“Wait you didn’t know she was here?” I demanded, for the first time in a long time totally lost as to what was going on.

“No!” he hollered. “I begged her to wait to tell you till after the wedding, but she wouldn’t listen. She didn’t tell me she was going to do it now though. I would have come too! I would have helped her tell you. I would have told you about how we can manage this with little income, how I have been saving all my money for this since I met her when we were kids. How I know we can do this. I wanted to be there for her, because I know she was scared about telling you.” Potter collapsed on the couch and buried his face in his hands. I stood by the door, confused.

“Back up. You wanted to come tonight?” I demanded of my daughter’s fiancé at a total loss as to what was going on.

“Of course. I wouldn’t just leave her to explain all of this to you by herself. It would be unhelpful and abandonment if I left her in this mess. What kind of father would I be then?! I told her that we’d tell you after wedding. Kendra will be more accepting then, and you would be less likely to rip me in half. She doesn’t say anything, so I assume she agrees with me. Then I go out to tell the guys the good news, and of course they’re all over the moon. Sirius is calling dibs on godfather. I come home never happier about this, and Lils isn’t in bed. I can’t find her anywhere. I’m thinking the worst here, death eaters, Voldemort, her and our unborn child taken from me forever.” he screamed at me, clearly upset. “If anything like that ever happens…I…I don’t know what I’d do,” he whispered, calming down. We stayed in silence for a while. “She’s ok right? You didn’t giver her anything to drink?”

I shook my head. “I tried, but she refused. Besides the smell of alcohol makes her nauseas. It wasn’t much of a problem. Kendra drank all her wine before Lovely Little Lily could get sick.” He looked up, clearly thinking I’d lost my mind. “It’s true. If you don’t believe me you can join my wife in the kitchen. She’s drinking out of a paper cup right now. I intend to join her…if there’s any alcohol left in the house.”

“No,” Potter stated firmly. “Where’s Lily?”

“She’s in the bathroom. Broke that bottle of gin earlier by accident.” Potter stood up and rushed to my Lou Lou’s aid. Once left alone, I made my way towards the kitchen to my sad pathetic wife, who was most likely at this point was so drunk she couldn’t see straight. A pon entrance I saw her sitting on the floor two empty bottles around her. I sat down next to her, back up against the counter. She handed me the half full bottle in her hand. I took one swig before reaching up and putting it up on the counter above our heads. She sighed contently.

“How do you feel about two grandkids?” I asked as she leaned her head on my shoulder.

“You know a mother is supposed to help with the wedding. It’s her right.”

“Kendra,” I began.

“You know I’ve already been deprived of that right by Petunia. She ran away for her wedding. I didn’t even get to see it. Now Lily won’t let me help. It’s incredible how our daughters can be so selfish sometimes,” she said giving a little hiccup and pointing towards the wall, concealing the bathroom where Lovely Lily and Potter where tending to her nausea.

“You know what I think is incredible,” I said smiling at her as she turned to me her eyes alive with interest. “I think it’s incredible that you have had nearly four bottles to drink, and still aren’t slurring.”

“Ahhh,” she giggled, pointing me. “You forget how you met me?”

I smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “That day is carved in my mind forever.” I brushed a stray stand of hair behind her ears as I stared into her eyes. She smiled, and sat up a little straighter, before I kissed her gently on the lips. “And no I haven’t forgotten that I found you bartending at your best friends tavern, more drunk than the people you were serving.” She smiled as I said this.

“That was a good summer.” I kissed her one more time.

“Yes that was the best summer ever,” I said kissing her neck lightly. “Your parents were so proud of you.” I kissed the other side of her neck. “You left with intensions of spending the whole summer tipsy and came back with an equally tipsy fiancé. They were never happier.”

“You know my father would have liked James Potter,” she giggled.

“Aw here we go with that again. Haven’t we talked about this before?”

“Not really,” I groaned as she giggled louder. “You can deny it all you want Edward Evans, but my father would have loved James Potter. Liked him a hell of a lot better than he liked you. By this point he’d be going on about how any father would be lucky to have is daughter marrying someone like James Potter.”

“Your father wasn’t capable of liking someone Kendra, anyway at this point,” I said throwing her arm around my neck. “Your father,” I lifted her up off the ground bridal style. “Would have put you to bed.” With that I carried my wasted wife of thirty years up to our bedroom.