Preparty Jitters

By Donna and Abs

The night of the big party at Hogwarts, Fae was getting ready to fly over with her husband, when she just knew she would not be making it.  At least not on time!

The Count was fussing with his clothing, wanting to look just right. So, he didn't notice right away that Fae wasn't getting ready anymore!

"Grogan," Fae said, sitting gingerly on the bed, "I think we're going to be fashionably late!"

"Fae?" he said, stepping to her side. "Is something wrong?"

"It's time," she said. "Have Boric and Morag left yet?"

"I will go see," he sputtered, then flew off. Luckily, the Trooper Faerie king and queen were also running late!

"It's Fae!" said Grogan.  "I think the baby is coming!"

“Get out of my way then,” Morag said as she pushed him aside, heading quickly to Fae's side. "I'm here," she said brightly as she sat down beside her. "How are you doing?"

"I am fine," said the young fae.  "I just know I am having him!  Does that sound strange?  I thought this was supposed to hurt."

"Not for us wee folk," she chuckled. "We aren’t cursed like the humans are that way. Just relax. It will be over before ye know it."

"Do you think we might make the party?" asked Fae.  "And show him off?"

"I don't see why not," chuckled the queen as she helped Fae up onto the bed. Putting her hand on Fae's belly, she smiled. "It won't be long, darlin'."

And it wasn't.  This baby was all fae!  During the pregnancy, Fae had never been able to change back to her larger size, and the baby, when he was born, also came out tiny!

"He's beautiful," Morag said with a soft sigh as the little one fluttered his wings for the first time.

He was a beautiful baby!  "His name is Evan," said Fae fluttering her own wings next to her newborn son.

The Count stepped up to greet his first-born son, awe in his eyes. "Well done, wife," he said proudly.

Fae was beaming.  "Yes," she said.  "And well done to you!  Shall we go show him off?"

"Yes, let us do so!"