Post by ALIX GRACE CARTER on May 4, 2023 18:21:10 GMT
Getting down was definitely gonna be a lot easier than getting up. Alix settled cross legged on the floor in Quinn’s room, one hand smoothing over her bump. In a couple of months even that was going to feel nearly impossible. She’d be cursing as she settled, awkwardly shifting her weight and her balance until she was finally down, begging Sam or one of the kids to lever her back up afterwards – she was too stubborn to do that yet. It’d been one of the biggest shocks with Quinn, going from being able to run and jump and fight on the job to not even being able to put on a pair of socks unaided had been hard. Independence sacrificed for that tiny life inside of her. Worth every moment of it.
The corner of her mouth curled up as she craned forwards to try and look beneath their bed for the box she was sure had been squirrelled away somewhere safe after Quinn had outgrown the clothes in it. Nostalgia had already been clinging thick then, hormones (she’d have sworn it was that, rather than she’d simply softened up that far with motherhood) and the thought that Quinn quite possibly wasn’t going to be their last child together. Tiny babygrows and sleepsuits, booties so small that both had fit in the pam of her hand, carefully folded and packed away.
That next child wasn’t just a possibility now. They were growing in the bump that sat like a bowling ball in her lap, sleeping directly on her bladder if the sheer number of trips to the bathroom were anything to go by. Soon they’d be turning somersaults in there, reacting to their dad’s voice and the noise that came with having four kids in the house already. Alix grinned, only the pitch of those shrieks had changed when Quinn had come along. She’d worried that her head would explode with it all, but whenever the chaos had started to leave her breathless and anxious Sam had been right there.
She could hear him in what would be the new baby’s nursery, she could hear Quinn’s babbled words too. Soon enough there’d be the thunder of little footsteps, bigger ones padding along behind, the two of them realising she wasn’t sat where she was supposed to be anymore - supervising. Ha!
Teeth gritted in determination, she rocked forward, catching a flash of the green box in the back corner as she did. Double ha! Now if she could shimmy under there. Alix looked dubiously at her bump, then at the bed. She wasn’t that big yet. She rolled to one hip, got to her hands and knees and inspected the space closer up. If she’d had any sense she would’ve brought her wand with her, it would’ve shot right towards her with just two little words if she had. Scooting around, she went to lay back and found herself looking at her husband, now framed in the bedroom doorway. ”Hi. Busted huh?” she asked, amused at how close she’d gotten. ”I’ve found the box at least. Did you get the crib unpacked?” Distract him long enough and maybe he’d forget how she was perched on the floor, in the right position to try and wedge herself under their bed.
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