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She wasn't about to lie, the House elves still gave her the creeps; the way their bodies moved and how they seemed to want to trail around after you all the time. When Emm had the chance to talk to some a few weeks ago, she had discovered they were brilliant little creatures, capable of so much more than service to a master provided them, but she was still a little put off by them.

She watched father and son talk and grinned widely at how excitable Nico was. Emm returned Ryan's kiss with an eagerness she hadn't felt in quite some time before breaking it off to look into the room, "I still can't believe this is my new home." she cooed.

"Slinky is be taking things of mistress to proper rooms now."

Standing in the immaculate foyer, Ryan shakes his head. ��No, Slinky. I’m going to do much of this myself today.”

The elf blinks up at him. It’s rather unheard of, especially for Ryan Nott, to do his own labour when a convenient...

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[Emmaline's gaze couldn't meet Mackenzie and her jaw set in an attempt not to get upset. Looking down at the cigarette, she asked] Is it weed or what?

I will master the art of smoke rings.

Wait, what? [Mackenzie turned to look at her properly, eyes wide with concern.] Oh, Emm… I’m so sorry…

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[rubbing at her itchy eyes, Emmaline tried to speak without any emotion in her voice] I'm not in any 'condition'... anymore. 

I will master the art of smoke rings.

In your condition? I don’t think so. [She stubbed out her cigarette with a sigh, before turning her full attention to the elder girl.]

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If that's anything more than just tobacco you had better be keen to share it, 

I will master the art of smoke rings.

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[sitting by herself on the grass near the back fence, smoking a joint]

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Our Three Became Two || Ryemm

Ryan has no idea what he's meant to expect going into the hospital. Still unable to walk completely independent, he is brought into the hospital by way of a wheelchair. This time he's taken in the hands of Abigail when he arrives on the same floor as before and there are no snipes or idle conversation. There's a pinched look to the woman's expression and Ryan feels his insides turn at the sombre look she gives him as she takes his wheelchair from the nurse that escorted him to the floor. The wizard keeps telling himself that she had said she was fine in her text but it doesn't explain why she's still in the hospital or what happened when she'd been so scared in that message. Clearly whatever it was put her here and the tightness in his chest won't leave as Abigail pushes him into the private room and leaves, shutting the door behind her. "Emm..." he says as he looks at her, seeing the bloodshot red-rimmed eyes and he feels his heart sink because he feels like everything is falling apart like it had when he first found out he was damaged after his accident.

Emmaline looked up as Ryan spoke, the mere sight of him causing tears to prick at her eyes once more. They had planned names, joked about what to name their child if it were a boy or a girl... hoped it would be a boy and now all of that was torn away. Emm liked to think a big part of Ryan's rehabilitation was to do with his impending fatherhood, but she thought perhaps she shouldn't take so much credit for his progress, "Ry-Ryan," she said quietly, hands lifting to wipe at her eyes as they once more began to flood her cheeks,

Emmaline "God... I'm s-so sorry..."

Ryan isn't sure why but still cannot make the connection between the bleeding and why she's in the bed now, tears beginning to pour renewed down her cheeks. Pushing unsteadily to his feet, Ryan supports himself with his right hand against the bed's edge as he focuses intently on keeping himself standing. "Emm, you don't have anything to be sorry for just tell me what happened? I don't understand."

Emmaline choked out a soft sob as Ryan spoke again and looked down at her hand on her stomach. Biting down on her lip, she said in a soft whisper, barely audible, "I... I'm not pregnant anymore."

Ryan leans forward as she begins to whisper and then he swears he must have heard her wrong. Too caught up in the words just spoken, Ryan forgets about his leg and still has little attention to give it when it begins to tremble. She's not pregnant? "The baby--?" It's the only words that the wizard gets out before his left leg finally gives out and he crashes to the floor, his knees cracking audibly against the tile. He grunts with the pain that races up his legs but has no energy or attention to care that he's now on the floor. "How? Why?" His words feel scratchy as they leave his mouth, his throat suddenly dry and nothing he does seems to clear it.

Emmaline 's gaze was down at her hand and her stomach, but she saw Ryan fall from her peripheral vision and she jumped up quickly, ignoring the searing pain in her stomach as she did so to join him on the floor, her hands on his bicep to try to start to stand him back up again. Tears were flowing freely now, moments before being the first time the young woman had said the words out loud. The loss in her stomach was immense, but saying it out loud, speaking the terrible words made them real and that was something Emmaline had not been ready to face, "It's j-just something... th-that happens s-sometimes... It d-doesn't take p-properly...'

Ryan Nott feels numb. Confused. If he thinks hard enough then yes, he's actually devastated beneath all the numbness trying to shield him from this reality. He'd been preparing for this child, reassuring himself that being excited for the arrival of his child outweighs the challenges he would face with his family and the laws of the wiz adding world. A small voice at the back of his mind tells Ryan that this news should bring relief, not grief. But he can only lift his hand to the one at his arm and grip it tightly. All he can do is stare blankly at Emmaline now on the floor with him, unable to find words. It must be his fault or Frank's. It's retribution for his psuedo-infidelity. Something has to be to blame for this.

Emmaline couldn't stand the silence in the air and so she spoke again, moving her hands off Ryan and resting them back on her stomach, "I'm s-s-sorry I couldn’t b-be stronger..." It was a thought that had been swirling around in her mind since the doctor had told her the blood meant the worst. This was her fault, her body's fault for not being able to carry the child to full term and now both she and Ryan were paying for yet another one of her mistakes.

Ryan Nott shakes his head slowly. He isn't certain whether he's shaking his head to reject Emmaline's belief that she wasn't strong enough or to clear his head. He shouldn't place blame but in Ryan's life he has always found others to blame for his problems. He knows he can't handle looking at her. It all hurts too much and he hates that it hurts at all. "Don't," he gets out. "Don't blame yourself." Ryan says the words but only half believes what he's saying.

Emmaline choked out another sob as Ryan spoke, another sharp pain in her stomach shooting through to be back. The doctors had been unable to tell her the baby's sex, but she still felt the loss as if she had held her child in her hands, "I'm s-sorry... f-for what I said..."

Ryan Nott knows he should comfort her. Somewhere in the back of his mind that's what he wants to do is comfort her but he's angry at the world for tearing too many things from him and that anger bleeds into his words as it tightens his muscles to the point of aching. "Stop. Just stop apologising Emm. Get in the bed. Just bloody rest yourself." As he speaks Ryan already begins to push himself up so he can return to his chair.

Emmaline jumped at his words as if he had yelled them but had no energy to move herself. Instead, new years flowed and she hid her hands in her face, her shoulders fighting not to shake and her mouth fighting not to apologise once more. She wanted a hug, a touch... anything to know that she wasn't alone. Truthfully, she had gotten used to the two of them sharing a bed and now part of her told her to mourn that loss too, that that wouldn't ever happen again. The only thing that was keeping Ryan close was the baby and now she had lost him too.

Ryan Nott forces himself to turn away from the sight of Emmaline falling into tears again; not because he doesn't commiserate with her pain but because he now feels the burn that threatens tears in his own eyes. Ryan doesn't want to cry for a loss he was never meant to have this way. The struggle to lift himself into his wheelchair is too much and he sinks back to the floor where he is faced with Emmaline, broken and his own chest aches. When he finally speaks again, the edge has left his tone. The anger burns but he remembers that it isn't directed at her specifically right now. "Emm...come here." And the. His at is reaching for her, touching her shoulder in hopes that she will listen and curl into him the way he needs her to.

Emmaline whimpered softly as she gasped for air, certain that she was going to make herself sick if sue didn't control herself. At hos words, her gaze peeked our from behind her hand and she obliged to his request, moving slowly to curl into his side, her body shaking softly.

Ryan Nott takes his functioning arm around her and gives his mind over to the intense focus to moves his left hand to rest at Emmaline's waist. He accomplishes it and takes a deep breath that still shakes slightly as he rests his head against hers and let's her cry.

Emmaline tired desperately to stop the tears, embarrassed and ashamed that someone like Ryan was seeing her like this. Emmaline was strong and perfect and popular, she wasn't a sobbing mess who depended on the touch of a boy to calm her down. This was all too confusing to her, all too foreign and frustrating. Leaning her weight onto Ryan,Emmaline took a long and heavily shaky breath.

Ryan Nott holds her tightly and forces away his anger, his frustration. All that's left, swallowing his chest is the pain and monumental sense of loss that the wizard fears will crush him. This isn't Emmaline's fault. Not really. Her body betrayed her. Betrayed them both. Perhaps later he will see this as a blessing in disguise; freeing him from the trap betwee his blood loyalties and desire for a family of his own. Yet right now he hurts for himself, for Emmaline, and for the child he had wanted to meet and raise no matter what the cost. With his throat threatening to close up on him as his eyes burn harshly, Ryan tries to speak into the heavy silence. "We...I'm sorry, Emm," because in the midst of his pain is the notion that he is to blame, "We-our child-Alexander or Ivy--we should do something to-to..." He is lost for how to word himself: remember? Commemorate? Acknowledge? None of them seem to fit quite right so instead he says nothing at all in hopes that the girl in his arms will understand what he's trying to say.

Emmaline snaked her arms around Ryan's abdomen and held on to him tightly, a physical anchor for her to stay close to. She wanted to know what he was thinking, if he was blaming her just as much as she was him and she wondered for the briefest of moments what would have happened if he had answered the phone quicker -- or if she hadn't said what she did and caused the awkward tension between them. Would the baby be okay? Would they be planning on attending a hospital appointment together to find out if it was Alexander or Ivy they would be having.

Emmaline **Would they be planning on attending a hospital appointment together to find out if it was Alexander or Ivy they would be having? These questions were far too difficult to ask, let alone fathom the events actually happening. Ryan's disjointed words caused a fresh flow of tears, this time far more quiet and sedated than before as she began to understand what he was trying to ask her and she nodded softly, "Wh-whatever you w-want Ryan..." came the soft reply into his shoulder.

Ryan Nott isn't certain he even knows how to preserve the memory of their child but he feels like it's the proper thing to do. It isn't like he's going to do what his parents did and steal a replacement child. Ryan suddenly wonders if this is what his mother and father felt like when they were told the girl they had delivered wasn't living; if this feeling is at all comparable. He wants to believe it is and if so perhaps he can understand better why they went to such lengths. "Okay," he responds when he hears her tacit agreement. "I will--I will come up with something." The wizard draws his hand up until it tangles through Emmaline's hair, an impulse he's come to react on to comfort her and to ease his own tension. It isn't enought, not nearly enough but it's all he can do. A large part of him wants to escape, to hide until he can

Ryan Nott ** until he can slam the lid shut on these unwanted emotions wrecking havok on his mind. Ryan isn't used to feeling anything this intensely and it terrifies him almost as much as the thought of going on as if this child never happened. He doesn't know what he wants or what he feels but he tells himself that it's his duty to hold Emmaline and make sure she is okay.

Emmaline knew that now nothing would be the same again. Sex would be different, the thought of letting something like this happen again was far too foreign for her to even consider. Being held like she was now was quickly becoming claustrophobic but there was an odd comfort in knowing that Ryan was too close; letting go left potential for the boy to never touch her again and once more that sense of loss bubbled in her chest. Her hands clasped his shirt on his back and she took a long breath, the tears finally subsiding as she leant against him.

Ryan Nott feels Emmaline's hand clench at his shirt and rather than be reassuring the feel of ther fingers gripping tightly into the fabric of his shirt feels like a claw clinging to him, trying to keep him trapped and the need for an escape expands brighter and hot. "You should get your rest, Emm," he says softly as he loosens his hold on her. Ryan refuses to snap as he had before but he knows his time here is limited. There's no chance he plans on spending a night as he had before. "They should let you out soon though?" He asks more out of politeness than anything else. Imagining seeing her once she leaves this place feels to confusing and the young man doesn't want to think on the future of their association.

Emmaline felt his hands loosen their grip on her and she felt the harsh reality of what would no doubt happen after she did in fact leave the hospital. He was going to leave her there in the hospital, not stay for very much longer. Trying to keep a level face, she moved from him, her jaw setting and her eyes blank as she nodded, "Soon" was all she could manage to say.

Ryan Nott must look at the girl as he draws away to answer him. The nod of understand feels mechanical; joints and muscles and bone that shift with the movement of his head but there's no real substance to it. Ryan doesn't want to face potential or possibility. Help doesn't want another fear to cloud his inky black nightmares or another thing to add to the growing list of faults that lie with himself and not in other people he prefers to blame. Perhaps he's thinking too much of himself but it isn't in him to naturally care for someone else and try as he might he feels at the end of his rope here. Lost in a sea of unknowns he never thought he'd face at 18 in a world he never wanted to understand in the first place. "Stay well," he says as he leans forward and places a brief kiss to Emmaline's forehead. "I should get back to campus."

Emmaline nodded again, the feel of Ryan's lips on her forehead searing as they left their mark. Stay well. She wasn't entirely sure just how sincere his words were, or if he was so intent on getting back to school but she blinked slowly, not making any effort to move as she replied, "Do as you wish."

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[text] same room as last time.

[text] Are you okay

[text] I am.

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[text] Can you come to the hospital please?

[text] Are you okay

[text] I am.

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[text] Are you okay

[text] I am.

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Ryan Nott smiles fondly at her as he nods, letting his gaze slide down to where her hand rests at her stomach. "Yeah," he replies softly, "yeah, I think it's worth it..." Then after a moment of thought he asks, "have you thought of names yet?"

Emmaline was surprised by his question, but smiled softly nevertheless, "Names? I'm not sure... I've always sort of liked the father's name in there somewhere if it's a boy..."

Ryan Nott "My name or my father's name?" Thought he likes the thought of it he had a feeling that from what he knows of her home life the last thing she wants is to pass on her father'a name to a child of hers.

Emmaline "Yours," she laughed softly, "I don't even know your father's."

Ryan Nott smiles at her, pleased with the idea of his name being a part of his son. "My father's name is Theodore and you already know my mother's. But it do like my name being there somewhere. Just not the first because I have known too many men 'the second' to last me awhile."

Emmaline couldn't help but make a small face as he mentioned his father's name, "That's... so formal sounding..." She thought for a moment before replying, "William Ryan..."

Ryan Nott can't help but laugh at Emmaline's thought of his father's name. "He goes by Theo with friends and coworkers but I do like William. I also am fond of Alexander."

Emmaline smiled softly, "Alexander William Ryan..." She started, adding "Nott?" as a tentative question.

Ryan Nott slowly nods his head, an intensity in his blue eyes as he looks at Emm. "Alexander William Ryan Nott," he responds emphatically. There is no question in his mind about it.

Emmaline couldn't help the way that her lips curved into a small genuine smile at his confirmation of the name. She wanted to kiss him again, to convey exactly how much his statement meant to her -- to know that she wasn't doing this alone -- but she didn't, disappointed in herself for having vomitted, "I like that... What if it's a girl? I sort of like the name Ivy"

Ryan has to admit that being able to discuss the potential names for their impending child makes it more exciting and real to Ryan. It's going to happen and there's no doubt in his mind that it will work out. He has to believe that otherwise he'll slip back into the pool of anger and resentment, looking for people to blame rather than being able to appreciate the smile on Emmaline's face. "I like Ivy, as well. I'd love for a girl to have my sister's name in there as well. Ivy Cassandra Nott. I'm fond of Elizabeth as well."

Emmaline 's smile widened as she nodded, "Ivy Cassandra Nott or Alexander William Ryan Nott... I like them a lot."

Emmaline Nudging him, she added, "But I think I'd prefer Alexander than Ivy"

Ryan smile widely and nudges her back. "I think I might have the same preference in mind." Then he turns his gaze to his prone left hand, concentrating intently on his goal. He gets his hand to move, albeit with a strong tremble in the muscles, spasms in the fingers; but it reaches out and rests over Emmaline's hand at her stomach. Though he tries to, his fingers still won't obey the command to embrace hers.

Emmaline frowned softly, trying to figure out what it was Ryan was trying to do. Her frown turned into an intent gaze on his hand as she watched it move and she bit down on her lip, not wanting to feel like she was pressuring him or pushing to help him. Once his hand is on her stomach, Emm's fingers intertwined with his, not bothering to care if he wanted them to or not. She lent in, softly kissing his cheek and whispering softly, "I'm so proud of you... We're so proud of you"

Ryan truly can't think of anything to say in return to her whispered words. He is just thankful that she has hold of his left hand as he'd hoped and turning toward her, he only responds by moving closer to gently kiss her lips.

Emmaline felt another soft warmth build in her stomach as Ryan kissed her, but she quickly ducked her head, burying her head into his shoulder, "Ryan, I just vomitted"

Ryan sighs and instead presses a kiss to her hair as she presses into him. "Well am I supposed to never kiss you when you get sick?"

Emmaline shook her head a little and turns to softly kiss his neck, her lips lingering for a moment, "You can kiss me whenever you'd like..." she replied honestly.

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Cuddle Puddle || Ryemm

  Emmaline had been on autopilot for most of the last week and a bit going to rehearsals for the musical, eating her body weight in pizza and churros, doing homework and relying on Ryan to keep her sane. She wasn't sure what sort of a 'thing' they had gotten themselves into, but she enjoyed whatever it was. Knocking softly on his door -- her usual three short raps -- Emmaline opened the door slowly, announcing herself so as not to startle any of his dormmates who might be around, "Ryan?"

Ryan looks up with a heavy sigh, having been dutifully practicing standing and losing his concentration the moment he hears the raps at the door. As Emm appears he's halfway in bed and half kneeling on the floor but rather than be frustrated he can't be. Instead, he laughs at his own slip up. "Hey Emm. Mind helping me into the bed?"

Emmaline couldn't explain just how amazing it was to hear Ryan laugh again and she smiled softly as she walked over to him, offering him a sly comment, "You know if you wanted me in your bed, Ryan, all you needed to do a was ask. Or demand."

Ryan doesn't even realise how wide his smile is as he reaches out with his right hand to hold on to Emmaline and is able to get his foot back under himself and with her help, leverages himself back into his bed. "I'll have to remember that piece of information but at least I have you here now."

Emmaline waited for him to situate himself before helping Ryan maneuver himself back onto his bed. From there, she looked down at him, the small smile still playing on her lips, "Who said I was staying? Maybe I was going to see how you were and then go gorge on cheese pizza again... Or a cheesecake... Or a pie... Damn, now I'm kinda hungry."

Ryan looks up at her as he pillows his arm beneath his head, carefully succeeding in moving his left hand to his stomach as he grins at her. "And who said I was trying to get you in my bed in the first place? I just needed help because you made me fall by knocking. I could always use some pie." Yet the talk of her hungry makes him smile wider because it's one of the things that makes it clear that she's fueling herself for the child inside her. "It sure would be lonely to eat by yourself time and time again."

Emmaline His grin was infectious and something that Emmaline had grown to look forward to seeing of late. She watched as he moved his hand to his stomach and felt a little pang of excitement that he had completed the action, "Is that all I'm good for then?" she countered, "Picking you up when you fall and sourcing pie? And yes, it gets rather lonely, so if you wanted me to go and get a pie and return to your bedside, I don't think I could decline."

Ryan arches an eyebrow, trying to look imperious but failing because his grin consumes his face. "You're good for a lot of things but if you went and got a pie I'd feed it to you. It's only fair after all your help and if you're hungry then you are eating for two and I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?"

Emmaline decided quickly that Ryan would most likely be in the same place she would leave him in if she were to leave and get pie so she quickly lent down, taking his face in her hands and kissing him soundly before pulling away and turning to leave the room, "Don't miss me too much."

Ryan smiles widely, pleased that she seems intent on the pie plan and waves with his right hand as she heads for the door. "I will sob terribly until you return, of course."

Emmaline snorted lightly, rolling her eyes playfully as she closed the door behind her. She made her way down to the cafe and perused the menu, taking a second to actually ask if she could just buy a whole pie. Thankfully, the woman behind the counter was willing to sell her half an apple pie (having sold the other half in slices for that day) and Emm quickly made her way back to his dorm, knocking again before opening the door.

Ryan lies back letting his thoughts wander rather than sobbing as he'd jokingly insisted he would. It's strange that he's willing to let his anger at the muggles fall away knowing that one now carries his children. But the truth is that he was fighting a losing battle to begin with, the anger targeted at the muggles just a far better excuse than the anger that pushed at other reasons. He smiles again when Emmaline returns and waves his hand out. "Welcome back."

Emmaline quickly moved to sit on the edge of Ryan's bed, placing the box of pie on his stomach before opening it and handing him a fork. She'd requested the pie be smothered in vanilla bean whipped cream as well so they'd certainly feel rather ill after eating as much as they could, "Dig in, Darling."

Ryan admires the whipped cream covered pie half before reaching with his right hand to pick up the fork, taking a piece off with a good helping of the whip topping and holding it out to Emm. "Ladies and baby first."

Emmaline smiled widely, leaning closer to him to take the bite off his fork. Chewing it and humming in satisfaction, Emm nodded, "Perfect."

Ryan can't help but return her smile before taking another wedge off the pie and forking it into his own mouth, letting the taste linger as he nods back. "This is delicious." Then he takes another piece off to return it toward Emmaline's mouth.

Emmaline found it highly amusing that Ryan was intent on feeding her considering she had her own fork in her hand. Ignoring the urge to tell him off for babying her, she lent in again and ate the pie off his fork, swallowing before saying, "You're moving a lot better"

Ryan "Well I have good reason to be doing my exercises, especially seeing as any longer and I might have made this all permanent," Ryan offers as he smiles softly at her, scooping another piece out for himself.

Emmaline took the chance while Ryan was eating another piece to take her own scoop, shifting in the bed to rest her back against the headboard on his good side, "I'm really glad you're doing them... current circumstances or not."

Ryan nods in agreement, watching as she gets a scoop for herself. "Well considering I'm not going back to school as intended, it's either exercises or I'll likely be stuck before we're clear to go back." Ryan hates mentioning having to go back at all right now so he goes on to add, "Are you sure you don't want me to feed you more?"

Emmaline nodded, watching him speak before taking the bite of pie and cream in her mouth, "Well, I'm still really happy you're doing them." She laughed a little at his question and scoops some cream on her finger, wiping it on the tip of his nose, "I can feed myself, Ryan"

Ryan goes cross-eyed trying to see the cream now stuck to his nose. "I'm happy you think that my face is a waystation for your mouth. Mind feeding yourself from my nose, then?"

Emmaline laughed softly as she watched him try to look at the cream on his nose and she lent forward mumbling, "With pleasure," before licking the cream off his nose with a chuckle.

Ryan grins, scrunching up his nose as the whipped cream is licked off. Then he shakes his head, laughing with amusement and then requesting, "Now you should let me have a taste of that." Ryan turns his head toward the girl expectantly with an amused smirk on his lips.

Emmaline raised a challenging eyebrow at the boy before putting her fork down, "Should I just?" she smirked as she pressed her lips to his, immediately running her tongue along his bottom lip.

Ryan sets his own fork down as she kisses him, welcoming the feel of her familiar lips and tasting the sweet apple and vanilla cream as he expects. His right hand moves easily to press against her neck, pulling her closer to him as he opens his mouth to her venturing tongue.

Emmaline hummed lightly, massaging his tongue with hers. For a second, Emmaline was enjoying herself, but soon the heat in her stomach from his hand on her neck turned to pain and she removed her head from his, "Fuck..." she said quietly, scrambling from the bed and rushing to the bathroom. She quickly ducked down to the toilet, vomiting the pie into the bowl.

Ryan is quickly thrown from the satisfaction of kissing Emmaline to watching her dash to the bathroom and he can only guess before he hears the sound of her retching, much liked done the night he blindly struck her while in the middle of his nightmare. Unwilling to let her be there alone, Ryan makes an extreme effort, intent on getting himself to the bathroom. Determined as he is, the wizard succeeds at getting himself out of the bed and making the few unsteady strides to the doorway of the bathroom before losing the focus at seeing Emmaline there and sinking to the floor. He pulls himself across the tiles to rest behind her, reaching out with his right hand to catch her hair back from her face while his left trembles but succeeds in resting at her waist.

Emmaline Tears prickled in her eyes as she gagged, the sensation upsetting her more knowing that Ryan had to listen to it. She was surprised when she heard Ryan at the door and she shook her head as he felt his hand take her hair and hold her, "I'm okay..." she said quietly between gagging, "I'm sorry..."

Ryan "Don't apologise," he insists, though his nose does cringe at the smell of bile. However, it doesn't reflect on her in any way. He knows that sickness is a part of pregnancy, something he understood as a child when some mothers at Pureblood functions had to excuse themselves and his mother commented on whether they were obvious about it as they could have avoided. "It's normal, I'm just going anywhere."

Emmaline shook her head a little, "I knew I shouldn't have eaten... I've been feeling sick all day..."

Ryan Nott shakes his head as he presses a kiss lightly to the back of her neck. "Don't blame yourself."

Emmaline Once she had finally finished retching, Emm sat back, flushing the toilet immediately and sighing. she ran a hand over her face, catching her breath

Ryan Nott lets his right arm carefully circle her waist, hand resting against her stomach as he holds her to him closely.

Emmaline took a shaky breath before leaning jnto Ryan, "We can go back to bed if you want? probably no kissing though..."

Ryan Nott nods as he presses his face into her shoulder. "Back to bed sounds like a plan but I think I used most of my energy getting here so I will certainly need help getting back." He doesn't want to have to ask it of her just after she's been sick but it's unavoidable still.

Emmaline 's stomach was aching and she had little energy left but she nodded none the less, "Of course!" She stood, assisting him in doing so before walking the two of them slowly back to his bed. Once there, she assured herself that Ryan was situated before laying down next to him

Ryan Nott appreciates how Emmaline agrees to help him despite how she must obviously be feeling and once she settles into the bed beside him he wraps his stable arm around her and cards his fingers through her hair. "It should get better as things further along." At least he understands that much about pregnancy. Or that little, rather.

Emmaline easily moved into him, her hand resting on her stomach as he spoke, "Yeah, that's what the nurses keep saying. It's worth it though, isn't it?"

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Shut up, Woman, I'm freaking starving.

Is that even a question? Yes, yes I would. 

Way to look like a damn stepford wife, Emm. 

But I am. I’ve made some fried chicken a la Hannah Barnes. Would you like some?

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Another moan escaped her as she felt the warmth of Ryan fill her and her hips ever so slowly came to a halt against him. Her mouth broke from his to catch her breath, her forehead resting his as she gasped for breath. One hand moved to lightly stroke his cheek, a playfully satisfied smile gracing her lips as she took the sweet time she needed to catch her breath. Not needing to take care of a condom, Emmaline was more than happy to stay on top of him, taking her time for her walls to stop pulsing and relax around him, "Fuck, Ryan..." she moaned softly.

Taking the moan she pours into his mouth forcefully, Ryan groans back into her as he feels the quivering tightens of her cunt around him. The force of her own orgasm, the rocking of her hips and the thrusts he returns sends Ryan’s own climax ripping through him mere moments after Emmaline. There is no time to draw himself out of her and neither had considered protection for the second time. Yet, he’s already gotten her with child so the brief moment that tries to pull his pleasure away with anxiety fades and he rides out the burning orgasm as his right hand tightens around Emm, holding her close to his body where it rests against the headboard of his bed. His useless left hand slips away from where Emmaline made it rest against her but he is too consumed with pleasure and this girl to be bothered.

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You're disgusting.

I've been wearing less makeup these days but thanks for the feedback, Fuckface.