Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Forever and Always	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6832 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or any of its characters or details, nor do I make any money from this fanfic.

Chapter List
- 62
- 63
- 64
AUTHOR'S NOTES: omg getting a comment that someone binge read this story makes me so happy. Thank you so much, all of you, for reading. Please enjoy this chapter!

Mia heaved into the toilet for the 5^th time this morning. She hoped this would be the last one and the sensation would stop, as there was nothing left in her stomach to throw up. She had vomited every morning this week upon waking up; chalking it up to her impending nerves for today’s ceremony.

She and Remus were both being awarded the Order of Merlin, first class. Kingsley had informed her that as his spouse, she would accept his award on his behalf, directly after accepting hers. She’d been anxious about it ever since; how she was going to hold herself together in front of all those people? She couldn’t even hold food down, or hardly speak of Remus without getting worked up.

She flushed the toilet, washing away all evidence of her sick as she stood to brush her teeth, swaying slightly from a touch of lightheadedness. She gripped the counter firmly as she reached for her toothbrush. Must’ve stood up too quick.
She got into the shower, turning the knob to full heat. She allowed the hot water to turn her skin pink as it pounded over her— she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed the strong water heater of the flat until she had returned. Penelope had been still paying the rent for the unit while they were gone, claiming she had a feeling they all would be back sooner than they all thought.
She’d taken a shower this hot after burying Remus, washing away all the dirt and grime she had accumulated laying him to rest. She had insisted burying him by the cottage and digging the grave herself— without magic. It’d taken her hours to dig 6 feet deep, but the work calmed her nerves. Many had offered to help— Kingsley, Arthur, Bill, Harry, Eric; but Mia refused. This was something she had wanted to do on her own.
Many gathered around the grave site to pay their respects, pretending not to be put off by Mia covered in dirt, draping herself over the pine casket that would be laid to rest inside the freshly dug earth. Many offered again to bury him for her, so she could go get a hot shower and some rest, but she refused help once again. She was out shoveling dirt back in the hole until the moon was raised high in the sky, and she was caked in dirt and sweat. Tears had streamed down her filthy face as she waved her hand to etch words on a large boulder placed at the head of the grave.
Remus Lupin
1960-1998

The water turning cold forced her out of the shower. She was too overwhelmed to choose which dress she would don for today’s ceremony just yet, so she settled with throwing on her bathrobe and twisting her hair up into a towel.
Eric sat at the dining room table reading the muggle newspaper as Penelope was frying pan of eggs. They’d returned to Britain a couple days after the battle, upon receiving an owl from Susan about the news of the casualties. Mia had missed seeing them tremendously, and was thankful she didn’t have to return to the flat by herself.

“Good morning!” Penelope said cheerily “eggs?”

Mia’s stomach rolled irritably as she envisioned eggs coming back up into the toilet. “No, I’m good” she said, sitting down at the table across from Eric.

Penelope frowned, and then set a plate of eggs down in front of her against her request.

“Why’d you ask if you knew I’d say no, but give them to me anyway?” Mia grumbled

“Because Remus would want you to choose to have breakfast.”
Mia sighed, hunching over her nauseating plate as she glanced at the newspapers on the table in front of her. The headlines were big, bold and nearly jumping off the page at her.
YOU KNOW WHO DEFEATED AT THE HANDS OF HARRY POTTER
KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT NAMED MINISTER OF MAGIC
SUSAN ROSWELL NAMED HEAD OF AUROR DEPARTMENT
MINERVA MCGONAGALL NAMED HEADMISTRESS OF HOGWARTS
These titles had been in various issues of the Daily Prophet over the last month, and Mia had insisting in keeping them all. She read over them again and again as she begrudgingly ate her eggs. An uncomfortable cramping in her lower abdomen was starting, causing her to wince and groan and she shifted.
“You feel alright?” Penelope asked, joining them at the table. “You look uncomfortable.”
“Just a little crampy today, that’s all.”
Mia refocused her attention back onto the papers, reading the article featuring her mother for the 100^th time.
“So do we get to use toilets to get to the ceremony today?” Eric asked through a mouthful of cereal.
“What?” she asked, looking up from her pile of newspapers.
“The toilets,” he repeated “you used to take toilets to get to work, right? How cool would it be to flush yourself down a pipe? Do we get to use them today?”
Mia was about to laugh and inform him they would not be using toilets anymore to get into the Ministry of Magic when her stomach rolled and churned irritably. She felt the threatening sensation building in her as she jumped up from her seat.
“Speaking of toilets…”
She hardly made it to the bathroom fast enough before the eggs came back up, and into the toilet.
“Thank you all for gathering here today—“
Kingsley looked completely in his element standing behind the Minister’s podium. He wore grand robes of blue and purple; Mia was certain he was the best dressed wizard in the entire auditorium. Minister of Magic would suit him well.
“We are recognizing the valiance and bravery of some individuals here today, as well as those we lost, during the battle at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”
There were butterflies in Mia’s stomach. She felt extremely uncomfortable sitting on a stage in front of a whole slew of people— being gawked at— as she felt.
Not only was her stomach fluttering nervously, she didn’t particularly feel much better than she had at breakfast. Her lower abdomen still felt crampy, and she was unbelievably tired. She could go for a troll-sized latte from Calista Calderon’s right about now.
“First, I’d like to recognize Minerva McGonagall, for her unwavering allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix, as well as her actions during the Battle of Hogwarts.”
Professor McGonagall walked briskly over to Kingsley and shook his hand. The crowd clapped wildly, whistling and cheering until McGonagall took her seat back amongst the row of awardees.
“This next Order of Merlin, First Class goes out to Amelia Lupin, for her outstanding magical ability, bravery on the battlefield, and allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix.”
The crowd cheered as Mia rose to her feet; she forced an awkward smile at Kingsley. After shaking his hand and accepting her plaque, she stepped to the side of the podium and remained standing.
“I’ve asked Mia to remain standing, as to accept the next award on behalf of her husband—“
Mia’s stomach churned at hearing Remus’s name. She squeezed her own plaque to her chest, shifting on her heels uncomfortably.
“Remus Lupin is the first werewolf to receive the Order of Merlin, First class—“
Mia didn’t hear anything else that Kingsley was saying, as she was fighting tremendously not to burst out into sobs in front of the crowd. Hold it together, Mia. Hold it together.
She accepted the award and hurried to her seat, eager to get out of the spot light. She looked down at the two plaques in her lap, staring at Remus’s name etched into the marble. A werewolf recipient for this award would hopefully do wonders for lifting the stigma on them, as Remus receiving this high honor showed the wizarding world werewolves were more than just animals. She hoped that many would have an improved quality of life, and wouldn’t been seen as social outcasts or treated unfairly.
Her mind flashed to the 19 year old boy begging Umbridge for mercy the previous year. Jasper Hughes was treated unfairly, and was rotting in prison for something he couldn’t control. Kingsley had made so many strides in weeding out unfairness and corruption in just the month of holding office, Mia wondered maybe there would be something he could do for Hughes as well.
“This last award is for Nymphadora Tonks,” Kingsley’s voice started to crack as he spoke “Being accepted on her b—behalf by her mother Andromeda Tonks, for her— her—“
Kingsley started to choke, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the sides of the podium, trying to hold himself together. Mia wondered if Kingsley had felt the same looming anxiety over announcing Tonks’s award as she had over receiving Remus’s. She felt for him in this moment— she knew what he was going through.
All her anxiety melted away in her concern for Kingsley. She needed to be here for him, to help him through this. She rose and walked over to behind the podium, placing a hand on Kingsley’s shoulder.
“Let me.” She whispered.
Kingsley blinked at her for a moment, then nodded and stepped to the side.
“You’ll have to excuse Minister Shacklebolt,” Mia said into the microphone, her voice smooth and steady “This was the mother of his child.”
Mia looked down at the script on the podium and took a deep breath before speaking.
“This next Order of Merlin, First class is for Nymphadora Tonks, being accepted on her behalf by her mother, Andromeda Tonks. Awarded for her undying loyalty to the Order of the Phoenix, and heroic actions on the battlefield.”
Andromeda accepted the award from Kingsley, tears glistening in her eyes as she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. Kingsley stepped back over to the podium and took a deep breath, composing himself before speaking. Mia reached for Kingsley’s hand, intertwining her fingers with his. She gave him a reassuring squeeze, and he in return.
“Thank you all for attending this prestigious ceremony. We thank all the individuals that were honored again today for their services…”
Once the ceremony disbanded, Mia pulled Kingsley aside before anyone could swarm him with handshakes and condolences.
“I have a favor to ask.” She said quietly.
“Sure, anything.” Kingsley said “What do you need?”
Mia shifted awkwardly “It’s a ‘you’re the Minister of Magic’ favor…”
Kingsley raised his brow, giving her an appraising look.
“There is a werewolf in Azkaban— Jasper Hughes— he doesn’t deserve to be there. Umbridge convicted him of murdering a family during the full moon, but he wasn’t using wolfsbane at the time. He couldn’t help it. He’s serving ten years, but I want you to pardon him.”
Kingsley looked at her for a moment before speaking “I can’t just issue pardons because I feel like it. If he was convicted—“
“His trial was unfair,” Mia interrupted “I scribed for it— he was convicted due to prejudice. Please, Kingsley, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t believe in this 110%.”
Kingsley pondered this for a moment. “Alright, let’s go look at the case file— if it seems that this trial was truly unfair based on my judgement of the case, I’ll issue a pardon, and we’ll go get him out this afternoon.”
“We?”
“Well, yeah,” Kingsley smiled “you really want to hang around here and let people tell you how sorry they are for your loss?”
“Hell no.” Mia said with an awkward chuckle.
Kingsley wrapped an arm around her shoulders “then come on— let’s go find that file.”
Azkaban was smack dab in the middle of the North Sea. An island of misery all by its lonesome, build on a patch of rock that were constantly being hit by crashing waves. The prison was filthy on the inside, but Mia was surprised to find it full of not only prisoners, but a cleaning crew that was scrubbing the place down from head to toe. There was not a single Dementor for miles around, either.
“I banished the use of Dementors as guards last week,” Kingsley told her as they walked down the hall of the prison. “I don’t aim to make this place a cozy getaway, but I would at least like it to be humane— and slightly hygenic.” Kingsley scoffed and shook his head disapprovingly at the grime build up in the cracks of the walls. “How this was ever acceptable…”
They ignored the jeers and wolf whistles at Mia as they made their way down the hall. Mia clutched a small purse tightly to her; she’d sobbed profusely as she packed the last of Remus’s wolfsbane stash into it, feeling an odd attachment to the supply of potions, as if giving them away was giving a piece of Remus away.
“So, if you apply for an Auror position, you’ll get to do this sort of thing all the time.” Kingsley said casually. “You are going to apply this fall, yeah?”
“I think so,” Mia shrugged “I haven’t really thought much of the future, to be honest.”
“I know you’ve had it rough— believe me, I understand,” he said “But I want you to think about it. I know you want this— Remus would want this for you.”
She and Kingsley stopped in front of the second to last cell in the block. A blonde young man covered in dirt crouched in the corner, covering his face.
“Jasper Hughes?—” Kingsley asked.
The prisoner looked up; his face was pale, thin, a mixture of the sickly that Sirius looked the first time she’d met him, and Remus’s post full moon peaky.
“—you’re coming with us.”
“I—I don’t understand…” Hughes squeaked
“You’ve been pardoned.” Kingsley said “You’re going home— you can thank Mia here, she’s the one that requested your pardon.”
Hughes squinted at her “Y—you were at my hearing…”
“I was,” Mia said, “I’m sorry for the way you were treated— I regret I wasn’t able to help you sooner.”
Hughes nostrils flared; not in an angry, controlling temper sort of way, but curiously. Mia was certain he was now picking up on the scent of her mark. Kingsley flicked his wand, and the cell door opened. Hughes stepped out of the cell nervously, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. Kingsley stuck his hand out to shake.
“I’m Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic. I don’t know how much news you’ve had access to in here, but there’s been a change in power.”
Hughes shook Kingsley’s hand cautiously. He turned to Mia, but did not raise his hand. He furrowed his brow slightly, the dirt on his face creasing in his forehead lines.
“I—I’m sorry, I can’t.—“
“You can’t shake my hand,” Mia said understandingly, rubbing her neck instinctively. “My husband was a werewolf, he marked me.”
“Was a werewolf?” Hughes asked
“He died, fighting in the war.” Mia said, and then handed a bag to Kingsley to hand to Hughes before he could give her his condolences. “This is wolfsbane— we kept a stash for him. I regret that it’s only a year or so supply, but I thought you might like to have this.”
“ohmygod,” Hughes said under his breath. “How can I ever thank you?”
“No need to thank me— I just want this potion to go to good use.”
Hughes’ eyes were swimming with tears as he stared inside the bag of bright blue vials. Mia felt a surge of pride for helping the werewolf, and a weight on her conscience was lifted.
“Come on, are you hungry, Mr. Hughes? We’d like to treat you to a proper meal.”
What a hero Tom was become now! He did not go skipping and prancing, but moved with a dignified swagger, as became a pirate who felt that the public eye was on him. And indeed it was; he tried not to seem to see the looks or hear the remarks as he passed along, but they were food and drink to him.
Mia sat on the couch, legs tucked up underneath her as she read Remus’s copy of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. A steaming cup of earl grey sat on the coffee table in front of her, next to Remus’s copy of The Great Gatsby. That book was next on her list to read; she wanted to read all his favorites, as this made her feel close to him.
“Mia? Can we talk to you for a moment?”
Penelope and Eric were standing in front of the television, holding hands. Mia looked up, snapping the book shut. “What’s up?” she asked
“We, uhm—“ Penelope looked at Eric for a moment before continuing. “We wanted to talk to you— about us going back to the states…”
Mia shifted in her seat, furrowing her brow. “You don’t need my permission to go back.”
“I know, but we—“ Penelope stopped for a moment again “We want to go back permanently.”
“I got a job offer— it’s a good one,” Eric interjected “But we know things are hard right now, with Remus gone—“
Mia held her hand up to silence him. “Please don’t stay for me. If this is what you both want, by all means you should do it.”
“You can come with us,” Penelope offered “We can get a flat, the three of us.”
“Thank you, but I can’t,” Mia said “I can’t move that far from Remus.”
“Mia, Remus is—“
“I know he’s dead!” Mia snapped “I watched him die. I buried him myself. You don’t need to remind me.”
Eric and Penelope were quiet for a moment as Mia picked up her mug of earl grey, sipping carefully.
“I don’t want to be far from his body,” she said softly “I need to be close to him— I’ll come for holidays, but I don’t want to move permanently.”
Eric and Penelope nodded, not pushing the subject any further.
“When do you guys move?”
“Well, Eric still has to call and accept...” Penelope shifted awkwardly.
“But most likely next week,” Eric finished for her “they wanted me right away.”
“Congratulations,” Mia said, forcing herself to smile “I’m happy for you guys.”
Penelope breathed a sigh of relief. “We’re going out for a pizza; you want us to bring you anything?”
“No, I’m alright,” Mia said “Thanks.”
Eric and Penelope made their way to the front door. Eric held the door open for Penelope, but while he was half way out the door, he turned back to Mia.
“Mia? I’m really sorry, about Remus.”
She frowned, nodding. “Me too.”
She read until her eyelids felt heavy, and the words on the page started to blur. She needed sleep, but did not want to experience the new recurring nightmare that had made its way into her dream reel. She tried to fight her fatigue and continued reading, but when she read a whole chapter and had no idea what she had just read, she knew it was time to turn in.
Mia snapped the book shut and set it atop the coffee table and retreated into the bedroom. She winced and gripped the dresser as she was hit with a wave of abdominal cramping. She breathed through the cramp, then changed into her pajamas once the pain subsided.
She climbed into bed and opened her nightstand drawer, rummaging for a pain potion when she came across a picture of Tonks from the night before her wedding, drooling all over the pillow. Mia had meant to use this picture to prank her friend at a later date, but never got the chance to. The sight of the photograph brought tears to her eyes— she couldn’t look at it right now, it was too much. She waved her hand and her photo album came zooming out from under the bed. She opened it to a blank page, and placed the photo inside. She snapped the cover shut and waved her hand, and the photo album disappeared back under the bed and out of sight.
With another wave of her hand, a vial of pain potion came zooming from the bathroom. She caught it with ease, and downed it in one gulp. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep seconds after her head hit the pillow.

---
“Wotcher, Mia! How’s my hair? Do I look as pretty as you always do?”
Mia opened her eyes; her bedroom looked the same, but brighter— whiter. She turned her head to see Tonks sitting next to her, hair long, straight and dark just like Mia’s. She blinked vacantly at Tonks a few times as she sat up.
“Tonks…?” she said hoarsely “What the…”
“Surprise!” Tonks smiled brilliantly “A few of us wanted to drop by to say hello.”
“A few of us…?”
“My, you certainly have grown into a beautiful young woman…“
Mia looked to the doorway of the bedroom to see Miranda standing there, leaning against the door frame.
“…Miranda?” She blinked just as vacantly at the tall, thin blonde as she had Tonks. “I don’t understand, what’s going on?”
“Just as Tonks said, we wanted to stop by to say hello:”
Miranda stepped inside and sat at the edge of the bed, smiling at her. Next, John entered the room, taking a seat next to Miranda and putting his arm around her.
“Hey kiddo,” John said “How are you doing with everything?”
“Dad?” John nodded. Mia swallowed hard and shrugged her shoulders “I’m… managing, I guess.”
“Yes, we’ve seen,” Miranda said, her eyes twinkling much like Albus Dumbledore’s always did “lean on your mother for support. Susan loves you fiercely, and she knows much of loss that can help you.”
“I’m sorry things got so complicated with her…”
John shook his head “Everything is clear in the afterlife. I understand why your mother did what she did. I just regret all the fights we had, since I was none the wiser.”
“He’s not lying; I can’t believe the omniscience I have now!”
Sirius was standing in the doorway now, smiling that wide, toothy grin that was his signature. Tears started to sting her eyes at the sight of Sirius. She was so happy to see him; to see all of them.
“Sirius?!”
“Hey kitten,” he sat down on the bed closer to her than Miranda and John had. “Pretty badass, all the wandless magic you’ve been learning. I told you that you were one talented witch.”
Mia felt like she was floating. She was so happy to see the four of them— but someone was missing.
“If you all are here, then is—“
She looked up, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes fell upon Remus now standing in the doorway.
“You really think I wouldn’t come by to say hello?”
Remus looked so handsome; his complexion was the healthiest Mia had ever seen— there was not a single trace of lycanthropy about him. His hair was neatly pushed back out of his eyes and much less gray than when he had died.
Mia couldn’t even say his name. She started crying as she reached her arms out for him, taking comfort in feeling Tonks’s hand rub her back gently. Remus glided to her, taking a seat on the bed in front of Sirius and pulling her into a hug. She could smell his usual cologne against his sweater; feel his stubble Velcro-ing to her hair. She wanted to stay in his arms forever. She never wanted him to let her go.
“I’m so sorry I had to go.” he whispered. He pulled back and brushed her hair off her neck, frowning slightly as his thumb ran along her mark. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Enough to take a killing curse for me?” Mia said flatly, through her sobs.
“Yes,” he said “there are things worth dying for— namely, you are worth dying for.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” she said, interlacing her fingers with his “I don’t want to live without you. I—I can’t live without you.”
Remus smiled slightly at this “There are things worth living for, as well. You have things worth living for.”
“I don’t understand, without you…”
She trailed off as Remus smiled oddly at her. He didn’t elaborate, but she didn’t push. She was so happy to have Sirius, Tonks, Remus, John and Miranda all here with her, but she knew in the back of her mind that there was no way this was possible.
“How are you all here, exactly?”
“You’re sleeping,” Sirius said “But we all thought you’d enjoy this dream more than the others you’ve been having.”
How did they know of the nightmare she’d been having almost every night since the battle?— The scene of Remus falling to the ground, the vibration of her bracelet ceasing, the memory of being ripped away from his still body.
“So… you all watch me?”
“We can see things, yes,” John said “understand your emotions, thoughts and feelings more than we could when we were living.”
“…You can read my mind?”
“Not quite,” Remus said “We just understand.”
Mia frowned at them all, dissatisfied with their vagueness.
“I want you to make sure you eat,” Remus continued “and no booze to dampen your emotions, lean on the people who love you instead— your mother, Penelope, Kingsley.”
Mia nodded, “Alright.” She said, fighting though the lump in her throat. She started to feel her abdominal cramps return— odd, to feel this sensation while she was dreaming.
“Sweetheart, you are about to wake up now.” Miranda said softly “Just remember that we all are with you, and everything will be alright.”
“What? No, I don’t want to wake up— I want to stay here, with all of you.”
“You can’t,” said Tonks gently, “you don’t belong with us yet.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks again “But I love you all. I don’t want to lose you all again.”
“You’re not losing us,” Sirius chuckled “We are with you always, even if you can’t see us.”
Mia wiped her eyes, nodding and choking as she swallowed. Remus leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently. His lips were warm and soft against her skin; she closed her eyes, taking note of everything she felt in this moment to remember it when she woke up.
“I love you, and I am with you,” he whispered, pulling away just an inch from her face “We all are. Forever and always.” He sat up straight again then smirked. “Padfoot, what do you think about Grace?” he asked Sirius, but not taking his eyes off Mia.
“I love it.” Sirius said grinning.
“What about you lot? Tonks, Miranda, John?”
“Love it.” John said, smiling broadly.
“Absolutely perfect.” Miranda added.
“Beautiful!” Tonks said
Mia furrowed her brow “What’s Grace?” she asked, puzzled.
Tonks leaned in close, speaking right in her ear. “Wake up.”
She felt herself waking up— her body started tingling, her vision hazing.
“No wait, I’m not ready to wake up yet—“ Mia cried “what’s Grace? Wait— I don’t want to wake up yet!”
“Wake up.” Tonks repeated.
Her eyes flew open, disappointed to see she was alone in her dark bedroom. Her forehead tingled where Remus’s lips had touched her; she raised her hand and touched the very spot, her heart panging with loneliness. She shifted to sit up, groaning as a sharp cramp split across her abdomen. It felt like her time of the month cramps, but much worse than usual.
She felt moisture between her legs— had she started her period while she slept? Now that she thought of it, she wasn’t sure when her last period had been. She’d always been irregular, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever gone this long without having one. In the stress of the battle and aftermath, she hadn’t been keeping track of such trivial things.
She pulled the bedsheets off her, gasping at the sight of her sitting in a pool of blood. Something was wrong; this wasn’t a normal amount for starting her period. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, she felt lightheaded and nauseas as the sight of this much blood. Another wave of cramps hit her, doubling her over.
“PENNY!” she screamed.
Penelope flew into the bedroom, Eric close on her heels. “Whats wrong? What happ—Ohmygod,” Penelope’s face drained of color “What happened? Why are you bleeding?”
“I don’t know— AHH!”
The pain was too much. Her vision clouded, her hearing muffled, and her world went black. It seemed like a moment later she opened her eyes to a sterile white room inside St. Mungo’s. She groaned as she sat up; her mouth felt like she swished with acetone. A medi-witch walked in with a tray of potions, smiling as she saw her.
“Oh, Mrs. Lupin, good, you’re awake—“ the medi-witch said “I’ll get the Healer.”
Mia blinked at the medi-witch as she sat down the tray, the hustled out of the room. She looked around, there were no visitors— was Penelope waiting on the 5^th floor? Was anyone else here? How did she even get here? What was wrong?
An older man in lime green robes entered the room, knocking gently on the door. “Hi, Amelia Lupin?” he was undoubtedly a Healer, based on his uniform.
“Mia,” she corrected him, her voice hoarse. “How did I get here?”
“Mia— my apologies. A—“ he glanced at the chart attached to the edge of her hospital bed “a Penelope Clearwater brought you in— you had some pelvic bleeding, and had lost consciousness.”
“What happened? Why was I bleeding?”
“Sometimes bleeding can occur in your condition,” the Healer said “We don’t always know why, but we are certain that it was an isolated event, potentially from stress. The heartbeat is strong, so we aren’t worried.”
“Condition?” Mia said confused “I don’t understand.”
The Healer furrowed his brow, and then pulled the clipboard chart from the front of the bed, examining it for a minute.
“Yes… were you not aware of your condition?” he said, not looking up from the clipboard until he finished his sentence.
“What condition?” Mia said impatiently “What are you talking about?”
The Healer opened and closed his mouth a couple times before realizing that she indeed did not know what he was talking about. His cheeks flushed pink as he blinked at her.
“Oh— Oh, I am so sorry, I— I didn’t realize you didn’t know—“ he stammered, looking mortified “Mia, you’re pregnant.”

AUTHOR'S NOTES: ahhh! I can't believe this story is finally finished. I've put a lot of blood, sweat and tears into this, and I hope you all enjoyed from start to finish. I don't have enough thank you's in the world to my readers that have seen this story through with me.
I know I'm a total asshole for ending on a cliffhanger, which is why I will have an epilogue for you all in a few days that will bring much more closure. Stay tuned!
- 62
- 63
- 64
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Forever and Always