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The year had gotten off to a hectic start and Riley could think of nothing more relaxing right then than staying with her mother and stepfather over the christmas holidays. The eighteen year old had been apparating back and forth between her boyfriend's apartment, her own and work at the Quidditch pitch and had quite honestly worn herself out. But through all of it the young woman had an overwhelming sense of achievement, like all of her hard work at Hogwarts (well, hard work on the pitch at least) had paid off and now she was reaping the benefits of being an independent young woman out working in the Wizarding World. Riley had brushed shoulders with more than her fair share of famous Quidditch players, and even brushed more than just shoulders with Will Connors who had become her boyfriend and her love. Riley had come to believe that the life she was living was a dream come true, that she could get used to untangling herself from her boyfriend's sheets to face the Daily Prophet reporters hiding out for just one blurred picture of the elite Quidditch couple, and she could certainly get used to travelling the world with her team, even if her head hit a different pillow almost every night. There was one place though that Riley May's blonde head hadn't graced as of late, and that was home. It seemed odd for a teenager to grow tired of freedom, but that was exactly what had happened to the eighteen year old. Though it was embarrassing to admit, she missed her mother and maybe even her stepfather Tamas, who she was slowly growing to like even honoring his marriage to her mother by taking his surname.
So as the christmas holidays came about, Riley Mauven could think of nothing she wanted more than to spend it with her mother, with her new family. That included the additions of Tamas and Lea. Frances would of course have no objections, and Riley had discovered that as promised her mother had kept a room prepared in her new European manor for Riley and Kalani, just the way their room had been at the apartment. The white children's furnature was still with small butterfly stickers littered along its wooden frames, that much had been confirmed by her new adopted sister Lea, who Riley had owled about surprising her parents, the fourteen year old vowing not to utter a word of it to either Frances or Tamas. Lately Riley had been feeling ill, though the feeling was one she had not quite been able to place, and she had hardly had time to call in to St. Mungo's with her busy training session so she had simply dismissed it as overworking. The truth was she had been training far too hard, and missing the ones she loved and she was sure that Kalani was becoming sick of her twin sister cimbing into bed with her on the lonely nights that she got back from training early. So when the morning had come for her surprise for her mother, Riley had packed her bag with a few short flicks of her wand, kissed her sister goodbye and apparated to Europe, the address of her parents' new home inked messily on the back of her hand. Riley was hoping Lani would be able to make it too, but her sister's ballet rehearsals had her busy and Riley was not yet sure she would be able to make it.
Landing just outside the manor with a crack, the blonde put her bags down on the doorstep and looked at the smudged ink to double check the address once more. Sure enough it was correct, and the young woman's figure could be seen from far away as she contemplated how to go about her surprise. She looked so tiny in comparison to the vast landscape of the manor, and if anyone had looked close enough they would have seen her soothe her sick stomach gently with the palm of her spare hand, desperately trying to settle the nerves. For little did anyone know, but Riley Mauven had another surprise for her family, one that she wasn't too sure that they would be happy with, scratch that, she was positive they wouldn't like it. In the past day the petite woman had made it to St. Mungo's and taken a pregnancy test and ever since the sweet sugary taste had been all she had been able to taste on her tongue, no matter how she tried to wash it back wih cereal or milk. The "Congratulations!" she had received from the healer had been no consolation to the way she was feeling, Riley Mauven was pregnant and eighteen and there was not a damn thing she could do about it.
The meeting of her mother at the door had been just as the eighteen year old had pictured it, Frances' fluffy bunny slippers had been seen through the panel glass of the door and in a few seconds Riley's thin frame had been surrounded by that of her mothers, Frances' own surprise for her daughter hidden beneath a loose sweater in much the same way as Riley's, the bumps touching only slighty as they embraced, neither woman acknowledging just what was beneath those deceptive sweaters. A few words were exchanged, but they blurred in Riley's mind as she climbed the stairs to her childhood bedroom, well, her childhood furnature in a new bedroom. And with a resounding "Oof." she had fallen into her matress, her fingers grasping a quilt with a pink and white pony design etched among its threads. Riley's fingers moved along the material, resting lastly on a cushion she must have had since she was three years old. The clanging of her mother attempting to begin a dinner could be heard all through the house, even the grumblings of other family members who knew what kind of burnt delight they were in for, and through the noise Riley clutched the pillow to her stomach and lay in the foetal position, reciting to herself the words she would need to the courage to repeat to her mother during her stay. "Mom, I don't know how to say this.", "I don't know how it happened, it just did.", "I'm sorry.", "Mom.", "Mom," no matter how she repeated it, the word tasted sickly sweet on her tongue, just like the potion had and no matter how she tried, she couldn't imagine it all working out, she had a career, a boyfriend, a life. Not a baby.
Standing up and letting her toes sink into the carpet, Riley stuffed the cushion she had been clutching up her Quidditch sweater and stood, analysing herself in the full length mirror, her hands moving over the artificial bump beneath her breasts as she turned sideways, "Mom, I'm pregnant." she recited.
So as the christmas holidays came about, Riley Mauven could think of nothing she wanted more than to spend it with her mother, with her new family. That included the additions of Tamas and Lea. Frances would of course have no objections, and Riley had discovered that as promised her mother had kept a room prepared in her new European manor for Riley and Kalani, just the way their room had been at the apartment. The white children's furnature was still with small butterfly stickers littered along its wooden frames, that much had been confirmed by her new adopted sister Lea, who Riley had owled about surprising her parents, the fourteen year old vowing not to utter a word of it to either Frances or Tamas. Lately Riley had been feeling ill, though the feeling was one she had not quite been able to place, and she had hardly had time to call in to St. Mungo's with her busy training session so she had simply dismissed it as overworking. The truth was she had been training far too hard, and missing the ones she loved and she was sure that Kalani was becoming sick of her twin sister cimbing into bed with her on the lonely nights that she got back from training early. So when the morning had come for her surprise for her mother, Riley had packed her bag with a few short flicks of her wand, kissed her sister goodbye and apparated to Europe, the address of her parents' new home inked messily on the back of her hand. Riley was hoping Lani would be able to make it too, but her sister's ballet rehearsals had her busy and Riley was not yet sure she would be able to make it.
Landing just outside the manor with a crack, the blonde put her bags down on the doorstep and looked at the smudged ink to double check the address once more. Sure enough it was correct, and the young woman's figure could be seen from far away as she contemplated how to go about her surprise. She looked so tiny in comparison to the vast landscape of the manor, and if anyone had looked close enough they would have seen her soothe her sick stomach gently with the palm of her spare hand, desperately trying to settle the nerves. For little did anyone know, but Riley Mauven had another surprise for her family, one that she wasn't too sure that they would be happy with, scratch that, she was positive they wouldn't like it. In the past day the petite woman had made it to St. Mungo's and taken a pregnancy test and ever since the sweet sugary taste had been all she had been able to taste on her tongue, no matter how she tried to wash it back wih cereal or milk. The "Congratulations!" she had received from the healer had been no consolation to the way she was feeling, Riley Mauven was pregnant and eighteen and there was not a damn thing she could do about it.
The meeting of her mother at the door had been just as the eighteen year old had pictured it, Frances' fluffy bunny slippers had been seen through the panel glass of the door and in a few seconds Riley's thin frame had been surrounded by that of her mothers, Frances' own surprise for her daughter hidden beneath a loose sweater in much the same way as Riley's, the bumps touching only slighty as they embraced, neither woman acknowledging just what was beneath those deceptive sweaters. A few words were exchanged, but they blurred in Riley's mind as she climbed the stairs to her childhood bedroom, well, her childhood furnature in a new bedroom. And with a resounding "Oof." she had fallen into her matress, her fingers grasping a quilt with a pink and white pony design etched among its threads. Riley's fingers moved along the material, resting lastly on a cushion she must have had since she was three years old. The clanging of her mother attempting to begin a dinner could be heard all through the house, even the grumblings of other family members who knew what kind of burnt delight they were in for, and through the noise Riley clutched the pillow to her stomach and lay in the foetal position, reciting to herself the words she would need to the courage to repeat to her mother during her stay. "Mom, I don't know how to say this.", "I don't know how it happened, it just did.", "I'm sorry.", "Mom.", "Mom," no matter how she repeated it, the word tasted sickly sweet on her tongue, just like the potion had and no matter how she tried, she couldn't imagine it all working out, she had a career, a boyfriend, a life. Not a baby.
Standing up and letting her toes sink into the carpet, Riley stuffed the cushion she had been clutching up her Quidditch sweater and stood, analysing herself in the full length mirror, her hands moving over the artificial bump beneath her breasts as she turned sideways, "Mom, I'm pregnant." she recited.