Riley Mauven
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Riley stood leant against the kitchen sink as she looked out of the window. She had almost carried her baby to term now, yet still hadn't been able to carry out bringing her family back together. Just one short month ago she had met her birth father for the first time, a chance meeting that had changed everything in her mind, but not in anybody elses. Sebastien had been working as a chef in one of Tamas' restaurants for years now, and it seemed almost too much of a coincidence for the nineteen year old to believe. To think that her own birth father had been working for her step father all this time was something that she had called uncanny and many more words than that. In her time of need Riley's family had grown angry at her, asked her to leave their house, but her birth father had supported her tremendously in the past month, something that only furthered the anger in the Mauven household. Riley had been far too quick to forgive her father for leaving her mother before she and her twin sister were born, this was true. But what was truer was that she needed him now, and he was there for her, something that her mother and sister had not been able to give her. Staring out the window, the nineteen year old wiped a tear from her cheek and thought of her mother, Frances and her new baby girls Wendla and Gwendolyn. Seeing her mother give birth had only scared her further, she almost wished that the baby could stay nestled safe in her womb forever. But this was not possible, Riley would have to give birth to her child in a few months, but it would be different to when her mother had given birth to Kalani and herself, because she would have Will standing right with her. The fact that her boyfriend had stayed with her through her pregnancy was a surprise to her, especially after Tamas had yelled at him in such a way, and the way she had been acting lately, which was terrible. She had lived for a short while with Will in his apartment in France, but for now the couple had agreed to stay separate, with Riley's dismissal from the Holyhead Harpies rumours and reporters were flying close to her Quidditch star boyfriend, and she wanted to do whatever she could to protect him.
The doorbell rang loudly through the empty New York apartment and Riley quickly made her way to the door, letting Sebastien in politely and smiling, things still seemed forced between the father and daughter, afterall they had known eachother no more than a month. Her father was there today to help put together the crib, which still lay in pieces on the living room floor, much to Kalani and Jennifer's disgust. "It's right through here," Riley mumbled as her father followed her through to the living room and stepped gingerly around the wooden pieces and crumpled instruction manual. Setting up a nursery seemed wrong, she was only nineteen and could still hardly believe her eyes when she looked down and could no longer see her feet. So standing amongst what was soon going to hold her son or daughter, the young woman looked up at her father hoping he would understand that she wanted him to fix it all, fix her life not just the nursery furnature. But before Sebastien had the chance to open his tool box Riley fell into his torso and buried her head in his shoulder. Riley didn't feel nineteen, she felt like a child, a child who needed her father and needed to be held and hushed and told that everything was alright. Her slender arms wrapped around his waist and she silently began to cry, not thinking of whether or not the recipient of her hug had wanted it, or whether it felt awkward for him. "Seb-uh, Dad?" she said carefully, trying the word out for the first time, "I'm so scared." and with those words she admitted something that nobody else had been privy too, just how terrified she was of the future, and whatever it held for the teenager. Why Kalani could not forgive this man, Riley could not understand. Though perhaps Kalani would have forgiven him had she known the truth of why Sebastien had not been around as they grew up, but neither of the twins would know that truth just yet.
The doorbell rang loudly through the empty New York apartment and Riley quickly made her way to the door, letting Sebastien in politely and smiling, things still seemed forced between the father and daughter, afterall they had known eachother no more than a month. Her father was there today to help put together the crib, which still lay in pieces on the living room floor, much to Kalani and Jennifer's disgust. "It's right through here," Riley mumbled as her father followed her through to the living room and stepped gingerly around the wooden pieces and crumpled instruction manual. Setting up a nursery seemed wrong, she was only nineteen and could still hardly believe her eyes when she looked down and could no longer see her feet. So standing amongst what was soon going to hold her son or daughter, the young woman looked up at her father hoping he would understand that she wanted him to fix it all, fix her life not just the nursery furnature. But before Sebastien had the chance to open his tool box Riley fell into his torso and buried her head in his shoulder. Riley didn't feel nineteen, she felt like a child, a child who needed her father and needed to be held and hushed and told that everything was alright. Her slender arms wrapped around his waist and she silently began to cry, not thinking of whether or not the recipient of her hug had wanted it, or whether it felt awkward for him. "Seb-uh, Dad?" she said carefully, trying the word out for the first time, "I'm so scared." and with those words she admitted something that nobody else had been privy too, just how terrified she was of the future, and whatever it held for the teenager. Why Kalani could not forgive this man, Riley could not understand. Though perhaps Kalani would have forgiven him had she known the truth of why Sebastien had not been around as they grew up, but neither of the twins would know that truth just yet.