Post by laundrybasket on Sept 8, 2007 20:49:14 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Yeah, it doesn't belong to me.
Author's Note: Ignore the crappy title
After I wrote the fic my creativity leveled out.
Word Count: 200 exactly! ;D
Genre: Hmm... is their a "family' category?
This has no Fil, 'cause I'm bad at writing him. "Other", I suppose. What do the lovely admins think?
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Pomona sighed as her daughter clambered onto her lap once again. Her long, light coloured hair swayed softly as she pressed a small hand to her mother's round stomach. "Baby?" she questioned. Pomona smiled.
"Yes, Melanie. A baby. Feel right here." She used her own hand to guide her daughter's to the left, where the baby was kicking. Melanie laughed, then her eyes grew wide and fearful. "Hurt Mummy?" she asked, rubbing her mother's stomach worriedly.
"No sweet, it doesn't hurt," Pomona soothed, leaning over to press a kiss to Melanie's forehead. She giggled before curling up onto her mother's familiar lap and sighing. After a few moment's comfortable silence, Melanie turned her face up wards.
"Name?" she asked, once again touching her tiny hand to Pomona's stomach.
"Dad and I haven't decided yet," Pomona told her. "What do you think?" Melanie thought for a moment, her tongue poking between her lips in concentration.
"Peach!" she announced finally, deciding that her new little brother or sister should be named for her favorite fruit. Pomona rolled her eyes.
"We'll think about it," she promised, shaking her head. Melanie grinned and climbed off of her mother.
"Peach, Peach, baby Peach!" she sang, skipping from the room.
Author's Note: Ignore the crappy title
After I wrote the fic my creativity leveled out. Word Count: 200 exactly! ;D
Genre: Hmm... is their a "family' category?
This has no Fil, 'cause I'm bad at writing him. "Other", I suppose. What do the lovely admins think? ---
Pomona sighed as her daughter clambered onto her lap once again. Her long, light coloured hair swayed softly as she pressed a small hand to her mother's round stomach. "Baby?" she questioned. Pomona smiled.
"Yes, Melanie. A baby. Feel right here." She used her own hand to guide her daughter's to the left, where the baby was kicking. Melanie laughed, then her eyes grew wide and fearful. "Hurt Mummy?" she asked, rubbing her mother's stomach worriedly.
"No sweet, it doesn't hurt," Pomona soothed, leaning over to press a kiss to Melanie's forehead. She giggled before curling up onto her mother's familiar lap and sighing. After a few moment's comfortable silence, Melanie turned her face up wards.
"Name?" she asked, once again touching her tiny hand to Pomona's stomach.
"Dad and I haven't decided yet," Pomona told her. "What do you think?" Melanie thought for a moment, her tongue poking between her lips in concentration.
"Peach!" she announced finally, deciding that her new little brother or sister should be named for her favorite fruit. Pomona rolled her eyes.
"We'll think about it," she promised, shaking her head. Melanie grinned and climbed off of her mother.
"Peach, Peach, baby Peach!" she sang, skipping from the room.
