Post by Lan Dawkins on Jan 21, 2008 21:01:20 GMT -5
So, Penny, Dove, and I were talking about how Andromeda might be as a mother and I wrote this up quickly. If you think I need more baby time just tell me, I'll try and think of something to happen. I may do another one when Tonks is a little older, but for right now all I have is this. It's not very long so I could definitely add more. If you have any baby-motherish situations please post them and I'll add them. Thanks!
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Andromeda Tonks stood, hands on her hips and a confused look on her face, staring at a pink haired baby girl. The brunette could hardly believe that she was actually a mother, but there was the proof, staring up at her mother and sucking on one of her thumbs. Andromeda had never thought of herself as much of a mother. Sure she could clean and cook like a pro, but that didn’t automatically make you a mother. Of course Andromeda had never turned down a challenge and raising a baby was a challenge that she would not back out of. Sighing and giving her baby girl a smile, Andromeda leaned over and picked the girl up. Nymphadora was eighteen months old and growing like a weed. The baby’s metamorphagist skills also grew, and Andromeda would sometimes put down a purple haired baby only to turn around a discovered that pink hair had taken its place.
Holding Dora, as her father called her, on her hip, Andromeda walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a firewhiskey. Dora reached imploringly for the bottle and Andromeda looked at the baby on her hip. “How old do kids need to be to start drinking firewhiskey?” She asked herself, eyes shifting between Dora and the bottle. She finally decided that giving her child alcohol was a very unmotherly thing to do, so she reached in and grabbed a bottle of pumpkin juice and handed this to baby Dora instead. The younger gave a delighted squeal and grabbed the bottle. Smiling in satisfaction, Andromeda put Dora down and took a swig of her own beverage. Sitting down at the kitchen table Andromeda watched as Dora played with the housecat. Running her hand through her now short hair, Andromeda thought about how she had married Dora’s father. She smirked at the memory, Ted’s shocked face coming to her mind.
”So, Ted. I was reading up on these Greek myths, and I came across a myth about a girl with my name.” Andromeda said, brushing her long hair out of the way and look across at her boyfriend.
Ted looked mildly surprised and raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s cool.” He said, smiling a bit.
Andromeda nodded. “Yeah. Anyway, she was chained to this rock and this sea monster was going to kill her, but this guy saved her. He married her, but her parents weren’t happy and tried to stop the wedding. They didn’t think he was worthy of her or something.” She said, her voice strongly hinting her hidden motives. However, Ted just nodded.
“Good for him. I suppose the bloke married her?” He asked, privately rooting for the ‘bloke’.
Andromeda nodded and cleared her throat. “Yeah, he did. You wanna reenact that part of the myth?” She asked, hoping that Ted caught her meaning. She had been waiting for Ted to propose for what seemed like ages, and he still hadn’t gotten up the guts to ask her yet.
Ted just looked confused and gave a shrug. “Dunno if I can kill a sea monster.” He said, trying to understand what Andromeda was saying.
Giving an exasperated sigh, Andromeda got up and sat down in Ted’s lap, looking him in the eye. “I mean to say the marrying part. Do you want to marry me?” She asked, giving her most winsome smile.
Ted looked even more confused and then suddenly comprehended the situation. “Why do you want to marry me?” He asked, dumbfounded. Andromeda just smiled and ran her fingers through his blond hair.
“Because I love you, you idiot.” She told him.
Now, four years later, here she was watching a baby play in the kitchen of their cozy yellow house. Her parents had disowned her, but she had stopped caring a long time ago. Suddenly, Dora fell and hit her head on one of the kitchen cabinets. Andromeda panicked and ran over to the little girl, her mind racing. “Oh no, no, Dora.” She said, not knowing what to do if the little girl was injured.
However, when she reached Dora she saw the girl looking shocked and mad, but not hurt. The girl’s bottom lip quivered and Andromeda picked the girl up. “Clumsy dear Dora.” She said fondly, giving the girl a kiss on the forehead. She then put Dora down and smiled. “Walk it off, dear. Just walk it off.” She told the pink haired adolescent.
Dora stood in a daze for a minute and then proceeded to chase the cat again. Andromeda just smiled and shook her head, taking another swig of her firewhiskey. “Let’s hope she doesn’t stay that clumsy her whole life.” She mused, watching her daughter trip and fall three consecutive times. The little girl was bound to give her a heart attack at some point, but maybe being a mother wouldn’t be that bad.
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Andromeda Tonks stood, hands on her hips and a confused look on her face, staring at a pink haired baby girl. The brunette could hardly believe that she was actually a mother, but there was the proof, staring up at her mother and sucking on one of her thumbs. Andromeda had never thought of herself as much of a mother. Sure she could clean and cook like a pro, but that didn’t automatically make you a mother. Of course Andromeda had never turned down a challenge and raising a baby was a challenge that she would not back out of. Sighing and giving her baby girl a smile, Andromeda leaned over and picked the girl up. Nymphadora was eighteen months old and growing like a weed. The baby’s metamorphagist skills also grew, and Andromeda would sometimes put down a purple haired baby only to turn around a discovered that pink hair had taken its place.
Holding Dora, as her father called her, on her hip, Andromeda walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a firewhiskey. Dora reached imploringly for the bottle and Andromeda looked at the baby on her hip. “How old do kids need to be to start drinking firewhiskey?” She asked herself, eyes shifting between Dora and the bottle. She finally decided that giving her child alcohol was a very unmotherly thing to do, so she reached in and grabbed a bottle of pumpkin juice and handed this to baby Dora instead. The younger gave a delighted squeal and grabbed the bottle. Smiling in satisfaction, Andromeda put Dora down and took a swig of her own beverage. Sitting down at the kitchen table Andromeda watched as Dora played with the housecat. Running her hand through her now short hair, Andromeda thought about how she had married Dora’s father. She smirked at the memory, Ted’s shocked face coming to her mind.
”So, Ted. I was reading up on these Greek myths, and I came across a myth about a girl with my name.” Andromeda said, brushing her long hair out of the way and look across at her boyfriend.
Ted looked mildly surprised and raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s cool.” He said, smiling a bit.
Andromeda nodded. “Yeah. Anyway, she was chained to this rock and this sea monster was going to kill her, but this guy saved her. He married her, but her parents weren’t happy and tried to stop the wedding. They didn’t think he was worthy of her or something.” She said, her voice strongly hinting her hidden motives. However, Ted just nodded.
“Good for him. I suppose the bloke married her?” He asked, privately rooting for the ‘bloke’.
Andromeda nodded and cleared her throat. “Yeah, he did. You wanna reenact that part of the myth?” She asked, hoping that Ted caught her meaning. She had been waiting for Ted to propose for what seemed like ages, and he still hadn’t gotten up the guts to ask her yet.
Ted just looked confused and gave a shrug. “Dunno if I can kill a sea monster.” He said, trying to understand what Andromeda was saying.
Giving an exasperated sigh, Andromeda got up and sat down in Ted’s lap, looking him in the eye. “I mean to say the marrying part. Do you want to marry me?” She asked, giving her most winsome smile.
Ted looked even more confused and then suddenly comprehended the situation. “Why do you want to marry me?” He asked, dumbfounded. Andromeda just smiled and ran her fingers through his blond hair.
“Because I love you, you idiot.” She told him.
Now, four years later, here she was watching a baby play in the kitchen of their cozy yellow house. Her parents had disowned her, but she had stopped caring a long time ago. Suddenly, Dora fell and hit her head on one of the kitchen cabinets. Andromeda panicked and ran over to the little girl, her mind racing. “Oh no, no, Dora.” She said, not knowing what to do if the little girl was injured.
However, when she reached Dora she saw the girl looking shocked and mad, but not hurt. The girl’s bottom lip quivered and Andromeda picked the girl up. “Clumsy dear Dora.” She said fondly, giving the girl a kiss on the forehead. She then put Dora down and smiled. “Walk it off, dear. Just walk it off.” She told the pink haired adolescent.
Dora stood in a daze for a minute and then proceeded to chase the cat again. Andromeda just smiled and shook her head, taking another swig of her firewhiskey. “Let’s hope she doesn’t stay that clumsy her whole life.” She mused, watching her daughter trip and fall three consecutive times. The little girl was bound to give her a heart attack at some point, but maybe being a mother wouldn’t be that bad.
