Are you ready to Live?

[Desdemona Zhefarovich]

Desdemona Romanes was far beyond relieved that she was off work for the night. She adored being an Auror but there were just times when she wondered how long she was going to be able to do this tasking job for. Being a former Healer still needed to be completely cut from her system because it sometimes got in the way of her morals of being an Auror. Desdemona hated the Death Eaters. But she did not like fighting them. If she could she'd just lock them all up for their own safety and for the safety of others. But those people had a knack for making bigger messes than there ever needed to be. Violence was their method of escape and it always made things a lot harder than it needed to be. Today she ended up going on a mission with several other Aurors to track down and capture a couple of rogue criminals, all supposedly Death Eaters. It was a tough mission too, especially for Desdemona because it was her first mission where she actually assisted with a capture. Other missions she had before just involved guarding things and keeping a look out for suspicious things and people. But she had been an Auror long enough to where she was now able to help with captures. And it was a very rough business because these people were stupid to the point where they'd rather bring harm to anyone in sight than just go peacefully. It really shocked her. It had even almost reminded her of her husband and how much he struggled when they came to get him. Luckily they had chosen a time when he wasn't out and about. He was arrested inside his own home, and even though he destroyed part of it, nothing was too badly broken except for Desdemona's own heart. She was the one that turned him in after all. But who could blame her. The Death Eaters scared her and she hated how they were so intolerant of everything that wasn't like them and their ways. Plus he mistreated her so much. She had every right to tell them where he was. If only she had spotted the signs sooner she could have prevented her heart from taking such a brutal blow. After all, Desdemona thought she was in love with him. It the end it appears that she knew nothing about how she felt.

After the mission she and Amauri promised to meet up at his house. She supposed that they were, friends now or something but they certainly acted like they were. He really needed some friends too so Desdemona figured that it was a good thing that he had come out of his shell just a little. Staring down at the little silver key within her small hands, the female Auror smiled to herself. He had given her the key but she wasn't really sure why he would do that since he was supposed to be home around this time anyways. Finally she was able to stop walking down the dirt road, Amauri's home seemed just like something he would want to live in as well. It was nice and secluded and simple, which was cute as could be to the Auror. Desdemona opened the gate and carefully stepped her way over to the door where she knocked a few times. No one answered. But Desdemona tried again. By the time ten minute's had slowly passed she began to grow a little worried and decided to make use of the key he gave her. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her softly. "Amauri? Are you home?" She called out as she turned on the light. Even the living room looked a little cozy. There was no sound other than her footsteps. Maybe he wasn't home? Desdemona glanced at the clock worriedly as she tried to figure out what time it was. It was getting late so where was Amauri? He was late getting home. 'I guess I'll just wait for him.' She sighed to herself and walked over to the couch. Waiting was too much for her at times but since she was a little worried about Amauri she'd stay to see what was up. Her thin body sat down quietly.​

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[Amauri Zhefarovich]

Amauri was currently on at work doing paperwork. In a few short hours, he would be heading home to see Desdemona. That was just a little worried because that dream he had when he passed out from drinking so much alcohol. Where he did many things with Desdemona, pretty much everything except make love, but there was another incident, and Amauri blushed at the thought of it. Why did that have to happen to him? He felt the heat rise in the room, but realize that he was just blushing heavily now. Amauri swallowed, and then looked at the time. Amauri packed his things and he went out of his office for the time being, and Amauri went out of the alley. Amauri did not know what would come from tonight, all he knew that Aurors were some people that were highly trained to assault and capture Dark Witches and Wizards alike. He thought that they were some of the best trained people in the Ministry. Amauri also remembered that they were not gods as some of them have been hurt and even killed, such as the former head of the Aurors department, Scott Anderson. May he rest in peace. Amauri dismissed those saddened thoughts and went out of the Ministry through the floo network. Amauri was soon walking the streets near his home which was a nice home but it was kind of small and cozy, which was what he liked. The Auror wanted to apparate home, but due to his protection spell, one could not apparate there if they knew where it was. It was for his own sake anyway. He felt better knowing that no one could just apparate in whenever they wanted, and his fireplace was not hooked into the floo network, so he felt rather safe when he slept at night. He had been extra cautious from the moment his wife died so many years ago, and it has worked ever since. And he has been feeling guilty because he developed dreams about yearning for another.

I really should not be thinking about Desdemona like that though, she is a co-worker, thought Amauri with a rough sigh. Why did he have to think about her like that? Those dreams were just wrong and embarrassing, and it seemed like she had a thing for Grezhen anyway, though last time he heard, he was getting a divorce. What if he was divorcing whomever to get with Desdemona? Amauri would have to back off, and he hoped that everything would still be normal, and those dreams would cease. He thought that seemed a little odd about him dreaming that anyway. However, there was a side delay, that appeared. An hour later, Amauri was laying on the sidewalk, not knowing that someone or someones attacked him. Amauri felt sore, all over his body and had no idea what happened to him. Something came up from behind, and well, he was in a bad neighborhood, full of muggles and wizards alike, so he did not know. All he knew was that he was laying down on his stomach. He rose up to his knees and saw drops of his own blood dripping down his face. He had gashes on his face, felt like he was hit by several acromantulas, and knew that Desdemona was probably worried. He hoped that she had already gone home, and that she would not have to see it. Amauri slowly rose to his feet, and felt horrible. It was hard to breathe through the pain, and he could taste his blood, as it dribbled out of his lip. Amauri opened the gate to his home after the long walk, and then he walked through the front door. Amauri closed the door behind him, and he turned his eyes to see Desdemona on the couch, and he let out a sigh, because she is seeing him in a bloody condition. Amauri wanted to tell her that he was sorry that he was late, that he was jumped by either a muggle gang or something, and ended up hurt, but he just coughed, and collapsed on the floor in front of the door. It did not matter to him whether or not he was hurt enough coughing up blood. He did remember some parts, and there were no wands or spells...just punches and kicks. Muggles it was, serves me right for going through the bad neighborhood.​

 

[Desdemona Zhefarovich]

Desdemona was getting a little impatient waiting for Amauri to get home. She was really worried that something had happened to him and he had gotten hurt or lost. Well if he was lost she'd be irked that he didn't think to Apparate. But she feared the worst had happened to him and it made her feel sick to her stomach. Her friends were so important to her. She didn't want anything to happen to them without her at least trying to save them in the process. Ice blue eyes shifted to the clock one more and finally Desdemona let out an aggravated sigh. Where was Amauri at? The worry was started to get to her and she started to feel impatient and like she was about to throw up or something. Her body always did that when she was feeling stressed. Finally the blonde thought she heard a noise coming form outside and sat her body up a little further to glanced through the curtained window and see if Amauri was finally here. But she couldn't see who it was clearly so she just had to assume that it was him and she had nothing to worry about. Finally the very man she wanted to see stepped through the door and Desdemona offered him a pretty smile. That smiled lasted less than ten seconds when she heard the sigh and saw him in the bloody condition that he was in. "Oh goodness, Amauri!" The blood was enough to alarm her and set her into her protective caring mode that she had ever since she was even a small girl. Desdemona once worked a Healer at St. Mungos back in Italy. She was used to men coming in with wounds and gashes to the point where she was able to heal them up very quickly. Then she would have them rest and keep them company until it was time for them to leave. For the most part it seemed that they enjoyed her company more than anything. What most men wouldn't do for the attention of a beautiful woman was so amusing at times. At least Amauri wasn't like that. When he coughed and collapsed to the floor, Desdemona pulled her thin body of the couch so quickly one would think that she could teleport. She crouched down and took a hold of Amauri's shoulders so she could attempt and move him over to the couch. Her skinny hands pulled with all the might she could manage and she slowly but surely pulled him away from the door. For such a fit looking man he was awful heavy to carry! It took a moment or two but she had carried him all the way over to the couch as well as manage to get him laying on it. Some of the blood from him had stained her clothes a little but she was much more worried about fixing him up. Hopefully she remembered how to do this. She hadn't worked on her healing skills in quite some time.

"Amauri...are you awake?" Desdemona prodded his cheek with her finger. Firstly she wanted to know if he was alright and actually conscious or if he was out cold. She didn't even wait for his answer before she muttered that she would be right back and went to go search her purse and raid Amauri's bathroom for a few other things she would use to clean his cuts out and everything. Just some stuff to make sure all the blood was cleaned off and wouldn't become infected the rest she could do with her wand and stuff. A moment passed and she returned back to the couch where she crouched back beside the couch and tried to get him to stir a little bit more so she would know it was nothing serious. Hopefully this was not the work of some Death Eaters. Those vicious brats would kill anyone they could. Even if Amauri was prepared or not for her to heal him. In a moment she would ask him to sit a up a little. "Hey, this may hurt but...could you sit up a little bit? I want to trying healing you up a bit. You look awful!" She asked softly. As if that wasn't bad enough, if he had injuries in the chest region that would require him removing his shirt too. But they were co-workers and he was injured so she was only helping him. Plus the morning after their drunken night she remembered walking in on him after he had taken a shower. It was quite funny.​

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[Amauri Zhefarovich]

Amauri was unconscious the entire time that Desdemona Romanes was helping him get to the couch. He was completely knocked out and his blood seeping onto the furniture. He was bleeding out of a gash in his head, and his lips. Even from his nose. The Auror had no idea how to even handle wounds or anything from muggles. Why did he have to live in a place without having some bad people around. How could an Auror attract so much drama? He never had this much drama in France, and many times he had thought about going back. Amauri did not know how lucky he was to have such a beautiful woman caring for him, but right now all he could remember was the pain, and the blows. He thought that maybe he had been robbed, but that was false, because he had no muggle money on him so the muggle robbers left with a sour and broken spirits. He seemed like he was rich, and he was but all of his money was in Gringotts where it should be. He did not need too much money anyway. He was raising more or less himself. He did not have a son to raise anymore because his son was married and had moved off. Amauri was blissfully unaware that he was about to be a grandfather. Amauri needed to find a way to get himself out of his swirl of pain and blackness. It felt like his mind was forcing him to be under the weather, and then he remembered who was caring for him. Amauri remembered that Desdemona knew everything about his body, as she had seen it when they were drunk that night when he had that exotic dream. And he had fallen in the shower as well. How could he still be embarrassed by that? No one had seen him naked since Cyrille had died. He had no idea how to live with that at all. Amauri's vivid blue eyes opened for a fraction of a second. His eyelids were heavy, and his vision was blurred. At first he thought that perhaps he had died and gone to heaven or something. However, the familiar feeling of him having those wounds came flooding back.

The Auror blinked a little more when Desdemona poked his cheek wit her finger, and he slowly turned to look at her. He narrowed his eyes at her to clear his vision for a moment. She was beautiful, even now. He wondered how someone could be that beautiful. He was stunned, and had no idea what to think. His blue eyes were just filled with mystery. Amauri nodded slightly, but that was all. He faded back into an unconscious state where he remembered the dream that he had, something that was incredible and amazing. However he was just remembering the kiss right now. Amauri was wondering how he could be fading in and out of consciousness. Thankfully he did not have to go to the hospital for something like this. He did not have to with Desdemona here, as she was an Healer, well she was at one point. Amauri really needed some treatment. He did not even feel Desdemona clean up the blood and the cuts, as his eyes were closed and he was out of it again. Once she tried to get him to stir, Amauri's eyes opened once more, and he raised up a little more. He heard what she said. Or rather asked. Amauri winced and groaned when he rose a little more up on the couch. Amauri stared at her once more and he muttered, "Uh, hurts like hell, but I can move a little bit. But I don't need that much healing, just punks..." Amauri glanced down at the cuts and bruises, and there were mostly bruises on his chest. Not many gashes from what he could tell anyway. Most of his blood came from his head anyway. Amauri let out a sigh and he wanted to apologize for being so late. Amauri leaned up a little more and he glanced down at the couch and clothing just to see how bad of a shape that they were in. Wow, he really needed to ensure that he knew what he was doing when there was muggles around, especially muggle punks. Amauri muttered and he sounded sincere as he said it, "I'm sorry I'm late... And had to worry you so much." Amauri glanced down and he still felt the pain and all. She wanted him to get well, but he knew like nothing on healing. Well, he could heal others but he could not heal himself.​

 

[Desdemona Zhefarovich]

Desdemona was really thankful that Amauri's wounds weren't really severe or anything, she hadn't practiced healing another person in awhile and anything severe would be hard for her to handle. She didn't want him to have to go to St. Mungos either. Her wand went to work going from wound to wound after she cleaned the blood up and healed them so all that remained was a scar or two that would probably fade in a couple of months or so. "After I've finished healing you I can give you something for the pain, just hang in there." Desdemona told him softly when he mentioned that it hurt like hell but he didn't need that much healing. The last part made her snort and shake her head. He really did need to be healed but she figured that they wouldn't get very far arguing about it. Men always tried to be all big and tough about every situation so that was what Amauri was probably doing. Trying to be tough and strong about the situation, which was cute even though it worried Desdemona even more than she would have been without. What if he was hiding the fact that something was really wrong with him or something? A sigh of worry and confusion left her and she started to work on some of the wounds and blood stains that was on his arm closest to her. As she worked she started to wonder how Amauri could stand living in thus quiet house alone. She remembered him telling her recently that his son was an adult and was married now so he didn't live here anymore and didn't have much time to visit him now that he had a family of his own. He didn't even have any pets in here and it was so quiet. Desdemona's life was pretty lonely too. She was divorced, she had no children, not to even visit her from time to time, and her house was about as big as this was one. At least she had a cat though. Maybe Amauri should get a cat? Desdemona was used to being alone though, even when she was married she felt alone a lot of the time because her husband didn't really like to be around her after awhile. This probably started sometime after he had joined the Death Eaters. That was when a lot of things fell apart but she hadn't really spoken to anyone about how much had gone through with him. Mostly because it hurt to remember it. It made her feel even worse when she remembered the dream she had about Amauri the other night. She didn't need to be thinking about other men, particularly ones that were her friends when one marriage of hers didn't work out. It was obvious she wasn't meant to be married. On top of that Cyrille was so sweet and kind to her, even when she was as awful looking as she was in school, it felt like she would be betraying the woman. As she finished up with his arm she noticed there was also a cut on his lip that she needed to get to before she tended to his head.

Desdemona wet a cloth and started to clean the blood off his lips. She sat up a little so she was on her knee's and could reach his face better. His words made her smile softly before she went back to cleaning off the blood. "You have nothing to apologize for. You didn't intend for this to happen and and frankly I'm going to worry about you regardless of what you do. Besides, I like helping people. It makes me feel like I'm actually worth something when I do." Desdemona finished cleaning his lip and then started to clean the blood from his nose as well. She did feel like she was worth more when she was useful to people. Her husband used to tell her that people who did nothing for others were worth nothing and didn't belong among those who did. What she did wonder was how he could say that when he went out and did the opposite of helping people, he killed them. Finally she was able to get another cloth, wet it and work on healing the gash on his head. It took a few moments to clean the blood off but when that was all finished and she made sure it wasn't infected she was able to heal it with her wand. Desdemona also brought Amauri some extra clothes and a bottle of water just in case so once she was done with the majority of healing she handed him the bottle of water. "Okay Amauri, can you take off your shirt please? There's looks like there is some injuries on your chest too." Desdemona figure this was going to be a struggle. But she was prepared to battle him over it too, she tugged on the shirt telling him to hurry up so she could heal him and clean the bloody mess he made on the couch and on the floor. Then he could get changed and shower and she'd get him in to rest before she went home. It was a long process but she would make sure that he was comfortable and and alright before she left, perhaps she would need to cook him some dinner too, had he ate yet?​

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[Amauri Zhefarovich]

Amauri hated feeling like he did, but this was a rare thing all on its own, seeing as he never got himself into situations like this very often at all. He often just put into very awkward situations that he had little to no control over. That was not anything that he could ever help. Amauri stared at the ground for a moment and he smiled faintly, thankful that he had someone there like Desdemona to assist him in some of the tightest situations. This one had to be caused by muggles, which he had no issues with. Amauri stared at her with his cold, yet inviting vivid blue eyes. She seemed to really care about his health and all, though he had a lot of damage, he did not think that there was much wrong with him. Sure, his muscles were bruised, the gashes were not too deep. His bones were not cracked as far as he could tell. His organs might have been bruised but there was no severe internal damage. It was not that bad, not in his mind. Amauri shook his head and he murmured, "I really think that this is just minor damage. I am fine, Desdemona, really." He did not want to worry her more than she was already, and what if she wanted him to remove his clothing? He did not want to do that under whatever circumstances. He did not want to have anything more to do with going around without clothing on. Amauri never had anyone take care of him either, so he did not know what it was really like. He was used to taking care of others, and being on their tails if they had done something wrong. Amauri was the oldest out of his…brother. He only had a brother but that was all. He had no reason to even believe that Desdemona wanted to take care of him because though they had gone to school together, they had nothing in common. Both were former Ravenclaws, Aurors and whatnot but that was about it. Amauri gave her a defeated sigh because if there was anything that was Amauri was not good at, it was arguing. He just gave in when he saw that the case was hopeless. Why did Desdemona want to take care of him? Did she not like Grezhen or something? He stared at her for a moment before averting his eyes to the couch and he felt even worse for somewhat being the reason why she was not with Grezhen right now. What if him being late here tonight and making her stick around was missing a date or something with the rather fuzzy man with the weird eye?

Never had he been this tampered or pampered with even with Cyrille alive. When they were together, they never had any injuries that required a special amount of healing. Everything was just fine and peachy until one day the Death Eaters saw her as a threat and killed her off before he could even intervene and stop them. It was a shock and a surprise, but the main reason why he never wanted to go back to France, even if he had avenged her death by killing the Death Eater and took her life. Amauri was so dazed, he did not even realize that she was cleaning the blood off of his face and lips, and that would have been explaining where the blood taste was coming from, himself. He thought that the taste itself was awful, and it would have to require a nice, large drink to get rid of it too. Amauri blinked several times as he started to feel more like himself again thanks to Desdemona. Amauri listened to the Auror's words, and he raised an eyebrow for a moment. "But the worrying is a waste because there are others out there that get into a lot worse messes than I do." He paused for a moment, and he continued on, "What makes you think that you are not worth anything?" Amauri may be one of the coldest people that some would ever meet in the force of good, but he was still caring somewhat. Amauri felt the gashes heal right on up, and the pain was fading, and thank goodness that most of his cuts and gashes were not infected. Well, now that there were not really any left. Though his torso was just badly bruised so that was where most of the pain was radiating from, that and his head but a potion could fix that right up. Amauri gratefully took the bottle of water and used it to get the blood taste out of his mouth. However the question almost made him choke on the water. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he stared at Desdemona as if she sprouted horns and wings. "Eh...what? Um, haven't you seen more than enough of my body once in your life?" That was pretty much him saying no that he was not going to remove his shirt. He did not care what she would say about it, because maybe he can be stubborn, and maybe he can give in to arguments, but there were just some things that he was not going to have happen. One of them was removing his clothing. Any article of it that would show legs or chest. Amauri basically refused to do as she asked, and shook his head also in his answer.​

 

[Desdemona Zhefarovich]

Desdemona rolled her eyes lightly when Amauri told her that he really thought it was only minor damage and that he was fine really. She knew he wasn't as fine as he liked to pretend. His manly pride was getting in the way of him being healed properly. It was that damned manly pride that she knew a lot of men sometimes held when it came to things like being healed or asking for directions. But since Desdemona knew how this game went she refused to let him deter her from what she had to do to make him all better. "That is such a lie, look at you, your covered in blood and scratches! And you passed out right after you came through the door. You need to be healed so just hush and let me heal you or I'll have to pin you down and I really don't want to do that." Desdemona rolled her eyes and kept on with healing him. He was being such a big baby over this and she wished he would just let her do what she needed to do to make sure he was going to be all right. He was worse than her brother when he was trying to be healed, at least in the end he could admit he was injured. Why wouldn't Amauri admit that he was injured? It was obvious that he was. When she started on his lips and everything she noticed he looked kind of dazed and smiled to herself. Amauri was adorable in many ways and it was obvious that he was not used to being taken care of by another person. To her that was a little sad because he was such a nice guy and he needed someone in his life. Then he told her that she wasn't supposed to worry for him because worrying was worthless when there was a lot others out there that got into messes a lot bigger than the ones he was in. The blonde shook her head and kept her beautiful blue eyes fixed on him. "So, it doesn't mean that your injuries aren't any less important. Your my friend so I care about you and I don't want you to be hurt alright? Were almost done anyways." She told him softly as she began to work at the final touches of his wounds which was pretty much everything but his chest which she would get to in a minute. Then Amauri paused and asked her what made her feel like she was not worth anything. As much as she wanted to tell him, she knew the story was probably to sad for her to really even recall. "It's....a long story." Desdemona then smiled sadly and lowered the cloth down, it was soaked in some of his blood and she figured that most everything else was good to go. Anything to distract her from thinking about the past was just fine for her.

When Amauri decided to be difficult and not remove his shirt like she asked, Desdemona decided that she was going to be just as difficult for him. "Oh gosh don't flatter yourself you big baby, I just need to heal you. Not sit still because now we have to do this the hard way." Desdemona took the cloth and practically hopped up onto the couch so she was straddling him. As awkward as this may seem he brought it upon himself. All she wanted to do was heal him but he was making this huge scene about it that was making them both look like freaks, now things had to get awkward. Once she was pretty much on him her small sun-kissed hands reached out and started to yank on the shirt, if he wouldn't taking it off willingly then she would pull if off of him. Which was now causing a great big struggle between the both of them. One that she had to admit was getting bothersome. Here she was struggling to get his shirt off and heal him but he was laying there acting like some shy child. The struggle would have gone on too if it wasn't for the girlish giggle coming from the doorway, along with a deep sounding chuckle. Desdemona's blue eyes drifted over to the door where she was what she believed was a miniature version of Amauri and some beautiful blonde haired woman, who looked, well pregnant. Well this was certainly awkward.​

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[Alyssa Chevalier]

Alyssa Chevalier was kind of nervous about seeing her father-in-law today, only because today she and Vincent had to deliver the news that he was going to be a grandfather. Alyssa was a little bit over six months pregnant right now and it was very obvious that she was. It was very hard to hide her belly when it looked like she had swallowed a quaffle or something. Amauri would have been told sooner but every time Alyssa tried to schedule them to have dinner together or something either she had to work, Vincent had to work, or Amauri had to work or something just came up for one of them. So it kept getting put off and Alyssa didn't think that Vincent wanted to just tell his father in the office so casually like that. So tonight they planned to come over and tell him right then and there, though he would probably notice her stomach and they wouldn't have to explain much to him. But she was nervous because she didn't know how he would react. What if he was unhappy? Alyssa wanted Amauri's approval so much and she didn't want him to be unhappy with his first and only grandchild. It would not be fair to the baby. Which was a boy by the way. During her last visit to the doctor's, which Vincent insisted that he went to as well and they found out that they were having a little boy. To which she could tell Vincent was very proud of, it would probably be another little Auror to add to the family. Which would please Alyssa just as much, so long as he looked and acted like his daddy did. If he looked like her he would probably remind her a lot of Theodore. And the last thing they needed to do was be reminded of Theodore after all that he had done to them during the past year or so. "I really hope you dad doesn't get upset over this." Alyssa muttered to Vincent softly as they approached the gate to his father's house, the lights were on from what she could see so she knew he had to be home. It was more like Vincent was walking though and she was waddling. Alyssa was originally very thin so the fact that she actually had a belly now and weight it made her feel off balance and uncomfortable a lot of the time she was moving about. Some people found that to be funny though. She wasn't sure if Vincent did or not but she did know that she had never him as protective of her as he had been lately. He seemed to keep constant watch on her. But she didn't blame him for that because she tended to get herself into situations. But he also spoiled and pampered her. Every girl loved to be spoiled but she felt bad about it. Because lately He had been treated her better than she had him. But the fact that she felt like she was as large as a house and the hormones were eating away at her, it wasn't like she meant to be so mean all the time. "This getting ridiculous. I've barely walked today and my back is killing me." She had the day off today so she was able to relax at home for the most part, except for some of the chores she got done as well as dinner. Now they were approaching the door and without even knocking, they opened the door and stepped inside, but to Alyssa's amusement, Amauri was not alone.

A giggle instantly escaped Alyssa. Which must have alerted the both of them because they froze and turned to look at the door. Pretty much on top of Amauri was a very pretty older woman, it sort of looked like she was trying to take his shirt off. "I think we may have interrupted something." Alyssa leaned over and whispered to her husband, her eyes never really leaving the couple and the smile never faded once either. Although it was a little bit awkward to have walked in on this she felt very happy for her father-in-law. He always seemed like he was really lonely and since it was her fault that Vincent didn't see him as much, she felt bad. He needed some happiness in his life and being in love was always a good way to bring a person happiness. Alyssa wondered if Vincent was all right with it though. After all seeing his father with another woman than his mother might upset him because he didn't feel it would be right. Alyssa prayed that he did not mind it though. The woman looked so nice and pretty, however the curious look on the woman's face made her wonder. Then suddenly Alyssa remembered that she was pregnant and it showed. For a moment she had forgotten and now she was suddenly worried that they were both surprised by that. She could feel the baby kick around inside of her tummy and she shifted uncomfortably at the feeling of it. This baby loved to kick. "Why didn't you tell us that you had a girlfriend Amauri?" Alyssa questioned as she try to easy the tension and feel better about facing them in her current condition. She wanted to make sure the tension was gone but she doubted it would be handled anytime soon due to all the circumstances they were in.​

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[Amauri Zhefarovich]

Amauri really thought that he would be fine. He had been through rougher injuries, including the one with that insane Death Eater named Raisa Zhefarovich. Amauri had been through so much more than he realized, but this was something else that he did not notice before. Amauri’s blue eyes and he looked over himself more once and saw that he was really covered in blood and scratches. He did not really pay any attention right now, because he did not really want to see it either because he did not think that it was all that bad. Amauri let out a defeated sigh because he thought that it would be pointless to have an argument with Desdemona because he thought that she would end up winning, and she was doing a very nice job at taking the pain away. But the sigh of defeat followed by silence meant that he will have to listen to what she said or else she would pin him down and he did not want that to happen. Amauri smiled a little bit at her because even he knew that it was nice to be cared about, but that did not mean anything. Amauri shook his head and he shrugged. They might be done from here on out, but what does that truly mean? What were they supposed to do afterward? Amauri felt like he had ruined the night, but tonight was not like a date or anything. Amauri nodded and he murmured, “I suppose.” Even he could tell her that she cared too much, but that would not really help on his case, because he did not want to argue. He never argued with his parents when they were alive, he had never argued with his wife when she was alive, so he did not think that arguing would truly solve anything. Not in the eyes of the Auror. However he wondered what type of story she had to share but maybe one day, she would feel like sharing the story with him, because he wondered what happened to her so long ago.

“Maybe one day, when I am not injured, you can tell me that story if you feel like sharing. I can be good at giving advise to those that need it,” Amauri stated with a subtle smile on his face. Amauri would not mind being the shoulder however he wondered if she still felt like that because she was definitely not worthless as she had helped him out when he passed out even though he was not aware of how bad it was anyway. Amauri really did not want anything to happen between them even though he knew that nothing would happen if he just let her heal him, but he was hellbent on not letting her get under his shirt. Amauri refused to take off his shirt. He would not to it, not today, not for Desdemona. He narrowed his blue eyes, and wondered what was going on. “Um, no, shirt stays on...Now wait a minute, Desdemona!” Amauri exclaimed when Desdemona hopped onto the couch with him and started to straddle him which was rather inappropriate for the blue eyed Auror. Amauri struggled to keep that shirt down and covering him, which was not really working because Desdemona was really smart when it came to this. That and he did not want to hurt her either, so he was not putting through his full strength on the matter. Then he heard someone chuckling and then someone giggling that did not sound like Desdemona at all. His blue eyes went over to see Alyssa and Vincent and he raised an eyebrow. What in the world were they doing here? Amauri sat up so fast, and tried to almost stand up but instead, he managed to knock Desdemona completely off of him, and he felt bad. He flinched once and he glanced up at Vincent and Alyssa. He stated rather coolly trying to gather his breath, “No, she is not my girlfriend.” His blue eyes went over her form once, before they went over to his son, and back to her form. “Please tell me that you swallowed a quaffle.” Amauri may have said something rather wrong, but he did not mind. He just did not want Vincent and Alyssa having a kid so early, because of what happened with himself and Cyrille. To him, they were just too young, way too young to have a kid this early into the marriage.​

 

[Vincent Chevalier]

Vincent was going to be a dad, and it would be the most amazing thing in the world. But he was worried that his father was going to freak out over being a grandfather. Vincent was the only son that Amauri had, and then this was a grandchild that would grow up to be the best little Auror or good doer that one would ever see. Vincent was very glad that the baby was a boy. The young Auror thought that this would be the best news that one would ever see. Amauri might not have been entirely happy when Vincent married Alyssa half way into her seventh year, but he had already graduated at the time. Does that not matter at all? Vincent wanted Amauri to love and cherish his grandson at all costs because the baby boy really did not have any other family other than Vincent’s family. His family was small, but it had more love than it needed. Vincent wondered if his uncle would have been any happier. Vincent just hoped that his father did not have a heart attack after seeing Alyssa pregnant. He had been taking really good care of his wife while she was in this condition even though he was not getting as much sex as he would have otherwise. He did not mind it much though, because he still had the closeness that he loved so much anyway. Vincent hoped that the baby boy would look like a perfect mix of him and his wife, but not with his wife’s hair because of the way Theodore was. He seemed to really hate his sister, and Vincent would not allow that which might have been why he had pulled Alyssa away from her family whom seemed to hate Aurors anyway. Vincent would never understand why, but he could see that Aurors did a lot of good in the world, including helping those that were muggle born. Vincent knew that her family hated people that were like that, So that might be why they hated Aurors so much. Vincent looked down upon his wife and he smiled, “I don’t think he will, hopefully.” His blue eyes went to his father’s house and saw that they were getting closer and closer. Vincent wrapped his arm around her waist and he stepped closer to her rather than pulling her closer to him because he did not want to make her trip and fall with her uneven body ratio. He needed to make sure that she was very well taken care of because he needed her around him all the time. He did not want her falling and damaging herself and their son within. Vincent rubbed her stomach once and he smiled glamorously at her.

The Auror wondered if her skin was getting dry, but because he was helping her with the lotion and everything, she was not gaining any stretch marks as far as he could tell anyway. She started complaining about her back hurting and Vincent immediately felt bad for her. If she wanted to, he could carry her the rest of the way. “If you don’t think you can make it to my dad’s house, I can carry you, you know.” Vincent rubbed her back and he smiled a little at her. Vincent did not want her to do chores at home, because they could just as easily use magic to take care of everything. Amauri’s house was not as happy feeling as Vincent’s, but it was cozy. They moment that they were inside, Vincent’s mouth dropped. His father was in here with another woman. He had never thought of his father dating because he had always been alone, and it seemed like it would be the best thing for him. But here he was, with a woman that he thought he had seen tripping over something cordless in the Auror’s office. Vincent nodded once, a little mortified to see his father like that with another woman but it seemed like he was the one whipped. Vincent might be a little bit, but he liked it. Amauri seemed to be getting completely beaten by this other woman, this other Auror actually. Then again, it was about time that Amauri had gotten someone in his life that was not his son. He needed some action too because someone can only go for so long without some action. Vincent noticed that Alyssa had shifted uncomfortably. The baby must have kicked her again, and he frowned a little bit. Vincent turned his blue eyes to see that Desdemona had fallen onto the floor, and he smirked a little bit. “Dad, you are doing it wrong. You should be ripping her shirt off. And not knocking her on her ass on the floor, unless you plan on doing her on the floor. But be careful, because it hurts with carpet floors, with those god awful carpet burns. Like one time, Alyssa tackled me onto the floor and-” a hand clasped over his mouth when he tried to tell his father the story, but was stopped short by his wife. Vincent laughed a little bit before he stopped where he was at and wondered what Amauri would think once he figured out that he was having a grandson.​

 

[Desdemona Zhefarovich]

Desdemona thought that Amauri was being so very silly right now. It wasn't like she wanted to ogle his chest or anything like that. All she wanted to do was heal the remainder of his wounds and be done with it. But Amauri was making this difficult by squirming around and stuff. For a moment Desdemona was even as bold to wonder how he had ever made a baby with his wife. If he was this shy with Cyrille then she wondered if they were ever intimate with one another. 'Wow I really should not be thinking about this, gross!' Thinking about other's being intimate. Not something she should be thinking about when she was practically on top of a man. For a moment it even felt more awkward because she started to think about her and her ex husband and how much they were into one another when things were better between them. Desdemona remember when she came home one night from her, and her husband had the day off. He surprised her with a romantic candlelit dinner, they practically spent the rest of the night in bed with one another. It was a nice memory but it was long gone because the man she once knew and loved had faded right along with those memories. A part of Desdemona had to admit, if Amauri was more interested in starting a new relationship, he would probably be the first guy she turned to when it came to the dating scene. Because he was adorable and she liked that even though he tried to pretend that he didn't need someone, it was so obvious he did. Plus he was good, he wouldn't be the type of man that hurt someone. But when Desdemona looked at him, she saw that he was still very much in love with Cyrille, dead or not. It was almost cute. But in a way sad because it meant that her friend was ultimately off limits, possibly for good. Desdemona didn't have forever to find someone either. She wanted to fall in love. And she wanted to have a baby. And she wasn't that young. That biological clock of hers was ticking and ticking and she was losing time. She had wanted a happy little family so badly, so very badly. But she didn't get that. Was it too much to ask for? To have a happy family? Apparently because her first marriage fell apart at the seems and even though she was available now and was apparently quite beautiful, it still wasn't working out. "Come on, just let me heal you!" Desdemona argued still trying to fight against him. For now she was just going to have to get over her problems and just help out Amauri. Then they could hang out and stuff, but he was being so difficult. And not to mention they now had company. Desdemona's fingers curled off of Amauri's shirt just in time before she was knocked off the couch completely and fell head first onto the floor with a yelp. Thank god the floor was carpeted. Otherwise her fall might have hurt even more than it did now. It was rather funny too. And awkward. Desdemona pushed herself up and brushed some of hair out of her face. The blonde girl seemed rather excited about Amauri having a girlfriend. Too bad it wasn't in the least bit true. Desdemona laughed softly.

"No we're not dating, Amauri and I are just friends, and we work together. I was just trying to heal him up a bit." Desdemona giggled, both of them seemed a little bit disappointed and she could see it by the expressions on their faces and the look within their eyes. Whomever they were, they were adorable. Then the male called Amauri, dad. Which must have meant that this was Vincent and the little blonde next to him was Amauri's daughter-in-law Alyssa. Desdemona wanted to greet them but Vincent ended up saying something else that made Desdemona blush a little. He rand Amauri doing it? Oh gosh no! She had a dream about something like that once but wow! 'To be honest if it had been more romantic and stuff, I wouldn't be complaining.' Desdemona turned even more red, admitting to herself that she in a way desired him. But the fact that Vincent was so open about it and almost shared an example of his own story of what happens when a carpet was involved. At least Alyssa had enough decency to shut him up. But the moment of hilarity didn't last long. Because Amauri pretty much demanded Alyssa to tell him that she had swallowed a Quaffle, when she was obviously pregnant. Uh oh, was he unhappy? Desdemona thought that little baby bump was so cute. Especially since she had wanted a baby for who knows long. Desdemona was envious. And she really wanted the tension to ease up so she quickly got up off the floor and went over to shake their hands and greet them and stuff. "Teehee, It's so nice to finally meet you both. You both look so much like your parents! I'm Desdemona!" Up close she finally got a look at how much Vincent looked like his father, especially within the eyes. He was certainly handsome, but he held a light within him and Amauri seemed to be missing. He seemed happy and content. And Alyssa was just beautiful and practically glowed. It was easy to see that she took pride in her appearance. "So do you know the gender of the ba-" Desdemona was about to ask the gender of the baby and stuff to clear out the air, but it seemed that once Alyssa heard what Amauri said, there was not much to soothe her thought. Desdemona backed up uneasily as sure enough, tears swelled up within the blonde's eyes. A sniffle soon followed as well as a flood of tears. Alyssa squeaked out an apology and excused herself before she stepped back outside. It was sort of awkward for Desdemona. She felt bad for the girl but didn't what it was that upset her, and now here she was standing awkwardly next to Vincent. With a soft clear of her throat she glanced at Amauri almost asking what she should do.​

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[Alyssa Chevalier]

Alyssa felt bad for the poor woman when Amauri knocked her to the floor, especially because it kind of looked like it hurt. But then she was told rather cooly by Amauri that they were not dating. Which instantly made Alyssa feel worried that she had said something wrong and upset him. Since she was used to her father reacting badly to anything she said or tried to do she immediately apologized before she bit her lip and cast her gaze to the floor, unable to meet anyone's gaze for a moment. Alyssa wanted Amauri to like her and be happy that she married his son so badly, she hated being unapproved of because honestly her entire family back home except maybe a select few hated her. They wanted her dead and they were cold to her. It was like she was scum at the bottom of their shoe. So she tried so hard to make sure Vincent and Amauri loved her. Because if they didn't then she would have no one but her son that she was carrying right now. It just made her nervous about herself and the fact that her hormones were on a rampage right now made her feel like she wanted to curl up into a ball and cry her heart out. She didn't mean to upset Amauri but she could just sense that he was lonely and she knew what that was like. She got excited because she wanted him to be happy and have someone to come home to since his only son was now living with her and was about to have his own family to take care of. When Desdemona offered that she was just trying to heal him and not make love to Amauri Alyssa lifted her head. "Are you a Healer too?" Her voice was soft and it was slightly obvious that she was a little bit upset. But Desdemona shook her head and smiled. She was so sweet and loving. But it was explained that she used to work as a Healer but now she was an Auror. So it meant that she worked with both Vincent and Amauri. The baby moved within her and Alyssa shuddered at the feeling. Her son had seemed to lodge himself in some place uncomfortable for her. Alyssa rubbed her belly and wished the baby would perhaps settle down. There was times when he kicked her so heart she would sit up and shout, scaring Vincent in the process of it all.

When Vincent was about to start telling Amauri and his friend about one of their many wild sessions that involved her taking her husband to the floor Alyssa's cheeks became aflamed and her hand shot out like a serpent attacking it's prey. "Vincent! Shall we not!?" She gave him a semi stern look as her soft fingers slapped over his mouth. This made her want to immediately kiss him afterword and apologize. But hew should have kept his dirty mouth closed, she didn't want Amauri know about her and Vincent's sex life, seriously. Next thing she knew Amauri asked her to please tell him that she swallowed a Quaffle. Alyssa glanced down and pressed a hand on her stomach. Amauri was unhappy. He didn't want a grandson. Alyssa and upset him. "No...it's your grandson." Alyssa muttered out, her voice cracking as she tried to keep her emotions under control so she didn't bust out crying. Her grandson wasn't going to be around his grandfather much if Amauri didn't want him to be, and that sort of hurt. Would he scorn at her? It was hard to tell with Amauri on what he would do. He was so cold and detached that she was never sure if there would ever be a day when he would snap at her. Feeling horrible for upsetting Amauri Alyssa couldn't even hear Desdemona ask her a question as the tears built up in her crystal blue eyes. That sick feeling returned to her stomach and Alyssa whimpered out a sob, her hand went up to try and wipe away the tears. "I'm so sorry...excuse me!" She managed through the sniffles and the large wet tears escaping her eyes. Swiftly she turned and gripped the front door before she walked, or rather waddled out as quickly as she could and closed the door behind her. Either she could head home or go for a walk down the dirt road. A walk sounded nice, even if she doubted she would make it far before getting tired. A walk then heading home perhaps, Amauri obviously didn't want her here.​

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[Amauri Zhefarovich]

Amauri did not really feel bad when he had shoved Desdemona off of him, but he really did not want his clothing to be taken off, and for a good cause. Even if it was to be healed or not, he was not going to have her take off anything, and then have it healed for whatever cause. Desdemona might not like it so much, but he did not appreciate it at all. Amauri nodded to confirm her story that they were just friends and were working together. That was all that they were, and probably all that they were ever going to be. He was not worth much to anyone and sometimes he wondered why Desdemona wanted to hang around a man such as himself. It just did not seem very right to him at all. He was not about to complain either. Amauri wondered though, if he should feel happy about having a friend or two. He had isolated himself so much, he had forgotten what friends were all about, and he had developed more issues in his mind that he was even unaware of. Amauri turned his eyes over to Vincent to see that Vincent was going to be saying something that he really did not want to hear, but Alyssa thankfully shut him up. Amauri was always wondering what side of the family did that come from. Most certainly was not him. Amauri never had that type of language, or desire. He never had, and even after Cyrille died, it was like the emotions and desires just vanished into thin air, or blocked behind an iron wall that seem impassable. Amauri was a hollow shell that felt nothing except that flicker of sadness from time to time, the sadness that never seemed to go away. No one knew why Amauri had shut himself off like that at all. Not even Vincent, but perhaps they thought it was the trauma of Cyrille’s death that caused him to mentally become unstable. It was not too long ago that he killed a Death Eater. It affected him in a way, but within minutes later, he was back to himself. Well, back to himself that everyone knew him to be to this very day. Amauri could not even remember how he was like before this. Desdemona seemed rather happy to see the both of them, whereas Amauri lacked almost everything. He was nervous, of course, but then again, he was just looking at the fact that he was now going to be a grandfather.

When the news was broken, that Alyssa was very well pregnant, Amauri turned his eyes over to his son to see his reaction, and then he knew. Amauri was going to have a grandson, and he stood up from the couch and dusted himself off. Alyssa crying should have phased him even in the slightest bit but Amauri seemed unbothered by it. It was eerie on how he was staring at her with those cold, vacant blue eyes that resembled the ocean and all of its cruelty and beauty. The Auror shifted his eyes down and he did not say a word, his utter silence alone was eerie. A grandfather-to-be should be excited over having a grandson to spread the Chevalier line, but alas he was not. He heard her sob and whimper before she practically ran outside. Amauri shrugged lightly, and he turned to go to his room, to which he entered and shut the door behind him. How could he be happy about all this? It was utterly insanity. He could not face having a grandson, he could not be happy for them. Vincent was just following in his father’s footsteps. Sitting on the bed, Amauri stared up at the ceiling before resting his head against his fluffy pillows. Eventually, one of them would end up dying in the hands of Death Eaters. It was fate. They have a child, one dies. He could very well be the next one too. Not many Chevaliers lived long enough to meet their grandchildren. Amauri was being a little pessimistic, trying to predict when the next one would end up dead, but what else could he do about it? He tried to teach Vincent, but obviously, that did no good, and Amauri was stuck repeating history all over again. This time, he was not going to let it affect him – obviously ignorant to just how much he had changed for the past two decades.​

 

[Vincent Chevalier]

Vincent smiled at the woman introducing herself as Desdemona, another Auror that seemed to be clumsy. Vincent wanted to shake her hand, but then everything else happened in such a blur, it made his head spin. Desdemona asked for the gender of the baby, and then Alyssa stormed out in a mess, crying. And then his father stood up and walked into the bedroom without so much of a reaction. That was unusual even for his dad. Vincent narrowed his blue eyes and he turned to Desdemona. He could only hope that she could catch his wobbling wife before she got too far because he would have to talk to his dad. Vincent asked the older Auror with the most polite tone that he could come up with even though in his eyes he was enraged to have his father make his wife cry without so much as a sorry, “Could you chase down my wife for me? I need to have a serious word with my dad, and I can’t do two things at once.” Vincent nodded at her once before he went on to the bedroom and opened the door to see his dad laying on the bed with that same, vacant, cold expression on those handsome features that he had seen so many times before. Only this time was different. Vincent had never really confronted his father about anything because they always got along, but when someone make his wife cry, he had to step in and get his hands dirty. Vincent closed the door behind him and he said in a stern tone, “Dad, what was that? You don’t just make someone cry and then pretend that it never happened. What is wrong with you?” A pause. “Would you just look at me?” Vincent glared at Amauri until his father was looking at him. It was not until then when he thought of something. He went around the bedroom and then took out an old photo with his dad smiling, laughing, with his mom and himself as a toddler. That clicked something in his mind. Vincent went from the bedroom and he wanted to tell Alyssa what he just thought was wrong with his dad, because there was no way a normal person without something wrong could have acted the way he did. He just hoped that Alyssa would not take what Amauri said to the heart. There could be a chance that he did not mean to.​

 

[Desdemona Zhefarovich]

Desdemona was horrified that Alyssa ended up crying because at first she thought this was all her fault. But then she registered the way Amauri was acting towards the whole baby thing and figured out that there was so much more to it than she would have first guessed. If Alyssa was anything like Desdemona was then that would explain why she was so easily upset by the way Amauri had treated the news about being a grandfather. He seemed like he was unhappy and with Alyssa being one of those people that sought approval heavily from others, it was like a knife to the heart. Then as she left the house in a crying fit Desdemona frowned and turned to look at the cold Auror sitting within the room. He didn’t even look like he felt sad at all. This was not even close to being okay either because this was not the way an Auror was supposed to act. Desdemona’s blue eyes never left his form as Amauri shrugged lightly, and he turned to go to his room, the door closing behind him. Desdemona’s mouth fell open. ’This is not the Amauri I used to know.’ Right now he wasn’t even half as close of a man as his former self was. Cyrille’s death must have slowly contorted him into an unfeeling monster of some sort. How could someone be so cold and unfeeling when they saw a poor girl cry like that? How could he not already feel some form of attachment to that baby? That was his descendent, someone of his blood and lineage. Desdemona would give up so much just to have the chance to be in his shoes. Age was gaining up on her. Her Biological clock was ticking and it was almost on the last hour she had left. Her time in the possible motherhood department was pretty much over and Desdemona was willing to accept that. She had made a foolish mistake in her youth, which was falling for the wrong guy. So Desdemona was willing to accept the consequences for her foolish actions. Desdemona stared at Vincent and when he asked if she could chase down his wife for him she grinned. ”Sure.” Maybe Amauri’s son could get through to him and maybe she could get through to Alyssa. Likely the chances were going to be slim but she would try her best. Without another word Desdemona bolted her way out of the house and ran after the waddling blonde. She had not gotten very far down the dirt road, but with her being as big as she was, that was almost expected. Once the Auror was within grabbing range of Alyssa her hands latched onto the arm of the tall woman and forced her to stop walking. When Alyssa turned it was easy to see that she was beyond crying and now was just looking angry and so very much lost. ”Your husband asked me to chase you down, I don’t think he would want you going off to far with you being pregnant and all.” Desdemona was very envious. But she spoke softly and tried to make Alyssa feel comfortable with talking to her. But that feeling of envy was still there and she had to fight very hard not to act upon it. ”Look, Amauri is just having a rough day. I think…..but that’s probably why he’s acting like he is right now. Give him a bit of time and he will probably be all over that baby. Your husband is going to talk to him right now so maybe that will help things. Come on, you need to be resting and not running around out here. You look so flushed.” Desdemona wrapped her arm around Alyssa’s shoulder and started to lead her inside. Once inside Desdemona closed the door behind them and had Alyssa sit down on the couch. Quickly she conjured up a big fluffy pillow for Alyssa’s back and a glass of ice cold water.

”Did you get to talk to your dad?” Desdemona asked as she handed Alyssa the chilled glass. Hopefully Vincent would gotten through to him because if not she was definitely going to go in there and give that man a swift kick upside the head. She didn’t care if he was a friend or not, no one deserved to be treated that way. Cyrille would have hated that. Did he no longer care what Cyrille felt or thought about any or all of this? She was dead but it was obvious that he still loved her and was affected by the things she said or did. He's never acted like this before. That was more of your dad's forte Alyssa. Something has to be up." Desdemona remembered them both. Alphonse was the was that showed coldness and was obvious about his dislike. Amauri was still cold but he was more kind about it. Back then he probably wouldn't have treated Alyssa like he had. At least that is what Desdemona thought he would have been like. It was hard going back that far and trying to imagine what things were like, she was so used to the future already. ​

 

[Alyssa Chevalier]

Being emotional over something like this was not what Alyssa was accustomed to. Normally she could hide her reactions to something that bothered her, but the pregnancy hormones drove her absolutely nuts because she was always crying, she was always angry, and she was always freaking over the smallest things. It was like her school years all over again. The crickets chirped loudly in the tall grass that located in the field across Amauri's house. It was kind of lonely and creepy here but that may have only been because it was the evening and very few houses were near this one. It was actually quieter here then she remembered ever being around. A sigh escaped the blonde's mouth and she paused to rest. Wow she had only made it a couple of yards away from the house and her back was not only killing her, but she was out of breath. Normally Alyssa was very fit, but with the baby weight she was slower and a lot weaker. It wasn't very thrilling to be quite frank. That was one of the things she was looking forward to most, being able to move a lot easier than she had been able to as of late. Alyssa pulled her pale hand up to her face and brushed away the unshed tears within her eyes. Her eyes didn't want to cry anymore but it was like a battle was being waged within her and she wasn't sure if she wanted to keep crying or if she wanted to stop and just sulk silently. The silently sulking part ended up winning and Alyssa continued her slow walk down the road trying to regain control of her emotions and fix herself. For some reason she was easily reminded of her father when Amauri acted like that to her. Alphonse rarely cared what anyone thought or felt. A person could grovel at his feet and he would feel little to no pity for them. It was actually disgusting to see him treat people that way. Vincent and Amauri were the only family she had because Theodore turned his back on her. Which in turn made any torture fearing Snow turn their back as well. It was a sad life but she had fallen in love and her mother would have wanted this kind of life for her. Margaux would have never allowed this. That was probably why Alphonse had killed her all those years ago. Because she stood in the way. When Alyssa felt someone running after her she turned her head to see who was coming. It was that woman that was there with Amauri. In a way it made Alyssa shudder to think that there may have once been a time when her father would have wanted to make this nice woman suffer. Alyssa pitied the woman already. "I'm not glass." Alyssa replied. She knew very well that if Vincent had heard her say such a thing he wouldn't have been pleased with it. Yes she was not glass but she was in a fragile state. Sighing her apology she turned to look at Desdemona. "But I don't really want to go back inside-ow lady stop pulling my arm!" Alyssa was practically being dragged into the house by Desdemona. It wasn't very pleasant and Alyssa's arms stung in protest. Soon she found herself back inside the house and she was being sat down and forced to lean against a fluffy pillow. Then a glass of ice water was handed on her direction. Her nimble fingers took the glass and she stared at Desdemona like she absolutely crazy. Then she saw Vincent and her mouth opened to say something.

Then she closed it. What was the point? She was still too upset to really say anything, the baby wasn't too because he continued to kick at Alyssa's stomach. He was not even born yet and he demanded attention from both his mother and those on the outside world. 'It would be lovely if you'd stop trying to kick me though.' She didn't mind it when he moved anymore but when he kicked oh gosh it was pure torture. Sometimes it was even powerful enough to make her cry. Especially when he lodged himself somewhere uncomfortable for her. Trying to describe the feeling to someone who had never been pregnant was not the easiest thing to do either. They just had no idea of the pain and annoyance. But it was a precious feeling at the same time. Alyssa was still more than happy she was having a baby. Even if it was difficult being pregnant. "No offense lady, but no matter how cold Amauri acts I doubt he could ever be as bad as my father was. Amauri protects people while my father killed them. But yeah Vincent, why is your dad so...moody?" Alyssa asked as she finally succumbed to the thirst and tilted the glass so she could get a good long drink of the ice water. It calmed her burning throat and relaxed her. Her crystal blue eyes drifted to Vincent and she absently wiped her eyes to make sure none of her make up had smudged off. Smudged make-up was so unattractive. Hopefully whatever it was, it wasn't anything serious. Poor Amauri didn't need something that heavy to deal with. Alyssa wanted her son to have a supportive Grandfather too.​

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[Vincent Chevalier]

The young Auror was going over things in his mind, and Vincent knew from the heart, that his father had been probably hiding, or suppressing something for years that was changing him literally into someone that he did not know anymore. Vincent took a seat on the couch in the living room, and he looked down at his hands. How could his father not let him know something? Hell, how could he have not noticed that this was happening to his own father and he not even notice it? His son did not need to have the grandfather like that Vincent did not even know his grandfather, but he had always wanted to. He had heard stories, and he was not going to have his son have a grandfather that seemed as cold and unfeeling as a glacier. Vincent knew that his dad had never been like that before, but it was was not until Cyrille had died, when it had gotten worse and worse. Maybe he had never dealt with her death, despite killing the woman that killed her to begin with. Vincent looked up at Desdemona as she asked him if he had talked to his dad, and then confirmed his beliefs that there was something wrong. That was the only explanation that he had, and he looked to his darling wife with his bright blue eyes. They were even comparing him to Alphonse, and that was bad. Vincent looked down and both women seemed to be looking at him for answers, answers that he did not have. He needed to look it up. Or something. He finally uttered, "I don't know, but it isn't him. I remember when he and mom were so happy, one memory I have of her, and he was smiling. I think, I need to drag him to a psychiatrist, see if there is something more going on in his life than we know. A burden, something, but honey, my love, don't take anything he says to you to heart. He isn't being himself."

Vincent stood up and he let out a sigh. That was all that he had really to say on that matter. His father needed to face the past, and he had a feeling that Amauri had not done that yet. Vincent turned to Desdemona and he inquired, "I can't deal with this right now. But I need you though, to help. Once my dad is taken to a psychiatrist, help him have fun. Take him places. It might be a lot to ask for, but he is my dad, and this is my family I am talking about. You are the only one I can think of that can help. After all, I think he might like you a bit." Vincent wrapped his arm around Alyssa and he gave her a kiss on her blonde head. How he loved his wife and everything about her. He did not know if anyone could take her place in his life. No one could. But he just wanted to take Alyssa home now and give her a good massage, with oils and everything. Since he could not really have as much sex with her, he just settled with touching every part of her body. He loved her body, as much as he loved everything else about her. He whispered in Alyssa's ear if she wanted to go home, so that she could rest some, and then they would handle this situation when she was not so pregnant. Their first priority should be none other than their son right now. Vincent wanted to ensure that Alyssa is comfortable and happy. Carrying all that baby weight had to be bad for her back.​