the war is over [micah]

[isabelle lucilla donato]

Genevieve lay on the ground, mostly every inch of her body in excruciating pain. Her eyes were closed and she was trying to figure out what the pounding in her head was. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see white all around her. Snow. It was cold, bright, windy. She shivered and tried to lift her head but the pounding worsened. What had happened? She tried to search through her mind for a shred of evidence but everything felt heavy and empty. As she lowered her head back to the ground and closed her eyes once more, the young witch did her best to remember what had happened.

She was supposed to meet Micah today after he was done at work. The twins were with Isabelle’s sister and her nieces. Since Micah and Isabelle had told her family about their unexpected little joy, they’d both wanted the twins to get to know Isa’s side of the family more, considering the fact that the little brother or sister they were going to have was a member of the large Italian family, it seemed odd to leave the twins out. Besides, they had met the family on several other occasions and the Donatos loved the twins. And Micah. Except her father. Well, deep, deep, DEEP down, she was pretty sure her dad loved Micah, but he’d been rather....icy towards Micah since the news hit. Isabelle wasn’t surprised since her father had always been leery of them being friends, let alone parents together.

At that thought she used what little energy she had left to move her hand to her belly. Though it was covered by her coat, she could still feel the bump beneath her hand. She was almost five months pregnant now. Her eyes burst open. She was in excruciating pain but what about the baby? What had happened? She was going to meet Micah after work but when she was waiting for him, people came up to her. That’s where her memory got hazy. Death eaters. They must have been, that explained everything. Why else would they have attacked her? Though that didn’t entirely explain it. Where had her wand gone to? She looked and saw it a few feet away from her, half buried in the snow. She could see Diagon Alley quite a ways away from her, too far for people who weren’t looking for her to notice the young woman in the snow. She tried to move but the pain overwhelmed her and she faded into the blackness once more.

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[micah daniel travers]

He knew that he was late, and Micah had a feeling that he was about to get the so called beating fro Isa for being so, but hey. Sometimes events at work were things that he couldn't manage to weasel his way out of, in fact there had been threats of a Death Eater's attack on a muggle-filled town, and as much as Micah always wanted to rush to meet Isabelle, this simply hadn't been one of those times that he could get out of there right away. But after he had calmed down some of the townsfolk, and surveyed the area, he'd managed to at least for now, claim there was no threat. And in turn, had ended up rushing towards the meeting spot that he'd often find himself meeting the soon-to-be mother of his third child.

However, as Micah made his way towards the meeting spot he could tell something was wrong. The sensation came over him, and Micah could feel himself reach for his wand as he inched down the snow covered streets, and as he made his way closer his heart beat sped. His mind went blank, and all he could do to keep himself from shout NO, was the fact that his feet took over the rest of him as he raced to where Isabelle was. "Isabelle!" he shouted, dropping not only his wand but to his knees as he reached her body, the already shaking hands quickly went to her neck as he checked for a pulse. When he was sure there still was one he fumbled to grab his want, his other hand moving to the hand that rested on top her belly.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!" He cursed aloud, as if these were the only words that could form from him at the time. If anyone had come around him at this time, Micah wasn't sure what he would have done. What little control he had over his emotions, his sense of self, was all focused on Isabelle, and trying to sort through his outward panic and try and gain concentration so that he could disappear with her and reappear at the Wizarding Hospital. "Hold on. Come on. You owe me a lecture," Micah managed to mumble as he closed his eyes and placed a kiss on her forehead, he dared not to pick her up as to cause further injury.

Clenching his fists a final time he looked around as if to check to see if there was anyone else around. Anyone who had dared to harm his number one person, before his concentration was enough that he disappeared with her with him and reappeared inside the hospital. "I need help! Please! She's been attacked!" Micah shouted as he reappeared. It was then that he felt everything sort of went to a bit of a blur, his heart sped up even more and he could feel his panic becoming more so, as a sense of deja vu went through his mind.

"Please...Please make sure she comes back..." Micah murmured his tone showing the desperation that he felt, to one of the approaching doctors.

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[isabelle lucilla donato]

Isabelle heard someone’s voice but she couldn’t quite figure out what they were saying. She was struggling to stay present in the world and found herself more often than not succumbing to the world that was pulling her into a fog, rather than the one in which she felt horrid pain. There was a name that hung on her lips and the more the voice spoke, the more she just tried to move her lips to speak. She barely managed to whisper out Micah’s name before she truly slipped away, completely deserting the real world to the world that the attack had sent her into.

By the time Isabelle came to, she assumed it was several hours later. The last time she had opened her eyes, there had been light in the sky. Now as her eyes got rid of the blurriness and tried to focus she saw stars dotting the sky. But there was something peculiar about the sky. It was behind glass. Her mind felt foggy as she tried to figure out what was going on and where she was. She tried to move but her body felt heavy and like jelly, like there was goo running through her veins. She tried to speak but found her voice grumbled and her tongue fuzzy.

She blinked a few more times and looked around the room. She saw Micah’s large frame in a chair that seemed to small for him. ”Micah?” she finally croaked, her voice dry. It was then that she realised she was in a hospital room. Panic flooded through her and despite the difficulties she had in moving, she managed to lift a weak hand and place it gently on her belly. It was still rounded but if she was in the hospital, it didn’t mean everything was alright. ”Micah? Micah, what happened? Why am I here?” she asked, trying to sit herself up but failed, and flopped against the pillows. ”Is the baby...” she tried to ask, but couldn’t bring herself to hear if there was something wrong.

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[micah daniel travers]

Frankly. If he'd freaked out more, Micah was basically positive that he would have needed to be put on a sedative or under a calming spell by one of the nurses there. Just the flashes of the past and the present kept pushing themselves together and really the only things Micah had felt over what felt like the last few hours. And that was a mixture of numbness, switching to horror, switching to panic. It simply was not a good day, that was for sure. But then her voice came to, and Micah nearly jumped out of his seat and pounced her, but he managed to quickly recompose himself.

"Hey you," Micah murmured, clearing his own throat as he moved over to the bed and found himself gently placing his hand over hers and shook his head a bit. "You were attacked, and by the look of it it was not by someone who was very friendly..." Of course the people that popped into his mind right away were the Death Eaters. But even that he didn't have any proof of, he probably would have run after any evidence if it hadn't been for Isabelle being injured, and his chaotic mind at the time.

"I'm sure if there was something wrong with the baby, the doctor would have already said something." He said. Although, honestly Micah wasn't all that sure about that. He wasn't a doctor himself, and so to know the state of the baby for sure could only be clarified by the actual doctor, who Micah thought should be in here right about now. "Let me just tell the nurses' that your awake," with that he moved from her side with a slight shake to his step and poked his head out the door. Speaking to one of the passing nurses who nodded in turn before walking off and Micah moved back to Isabelle. "But how are you feeling? Any numbness, or just general large amounts of pain?" There was that worried tone to his voice once more.

His free hand running through his hair and he felt himself lightly tug on it. It being Micah's own way of trying to keep himself in that moment, rather than drifting off to another time. Right now all that mattered to him, all that his mind was truly focusing on was Isabelle and their baby.

word count. 395. tag. isabelle. notes. </3 </3 </3

[isabelle lucilla donato]

There was so much confusion running through Isabelle’s mind at the current point in time. Why did she feel so groggy? Where was she? What had happened? She knew Micah was there and that helped ease her fear slightly, but what if something happened to the baby? She couldn’t bare the thought of losing her child. She looked up at Micah and entwined her fingers with his. Isabelle tried to fight her mind and pluck out the memory, but she couldn’t find it. Frowning, she looked down at herself to see if there was anything blindingly obviously wrong with her. ”I don’t remember it,” she said quietly, her voice lined with fear as she looked up at him. She just wanted to be cuddled in his arms back at his apartment with the twins running about happily. She didn’t want to be in what she assumed to be the hospital.

She nodded weakly and placed her free hand over the tiny baby bump that had formed. Despite having the child inside her, she didn’t know whether or not the little mini-them was okay. She didn’t want him to leave, even for a second, but she was pretty much helpless in stopping him. She kept her eyes on his tall frame as he located a nurse and waited. ”I...” she said, then tried to figure out how she was feeling. ”Everything feels heavy,” she said, deciding on what she was feeling. Yes, that was quite the accurate word for it. ”Heavy and tender.” Like she’d just come out from the other side of a bad massage.

Just as she was going to try and sit up again when what looked like a doctor wandered in. ”Good evening,” he said. Not exactly cheerfully, but not with sadness in his voice, either. ”Miss...Donato? And you might be...?” he asked, looking over at Micah. ”He’s my boyfriend,” she said with a small nod, letting him know it was okay to say whatever he was going to say in front of Micah. ”Splendid,” the doctor said with a little smile. ”It seems you took quite the beating, but we’ve got you patched up for the most part. You’ll be a little tender for a few days, I suspect, but that will go away.” Isabelle impatiently listened to what the doctor was saying but didn’t care a damn bit. ”The baby? How is the baby?” she blurted out, interrupting him. He chuckled slightly and looked down at the papers. ”The baby is going to be just fine, Miss Donato. He’s a strong little thing,” the doctor said. Isabelle’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. ”He? she repeated, then looked over at Micah, astounded.

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[micah daniel travers]

"Well, I gotta admit I would be surprised if you were about ready to get up and go dancing or sky diving or something like that.." Micah joked lightly, as he pulled his chair from the wall and to the bed, he sat himself back down and again placed his hand with hers, and gently let his thumb stroke it. "But honestly, I'm glad it is just tender and heavy," Micah said and found himself leaning over to place a soft kiss on top her head. Yes, he was truly thankful for that, because Micah knew that there was still that inwards panic that he felt as he looked around this hospital room.

Micah couldn't help but feel a little off put when it came tot he Doctor and how he seemed to be so indifferent to what had happened. Sure, Micah guessed that they weren't his first paitents of the day and that there were others that he was dealing with that had much worse injuries, but he couldn't help but feel like maybe he could have been a bit more friendly. Or at least obvious in his manners, when it at least came him. Micah shook his own head, and sighed he just needed to calm down. And when he heard that not only would Isabelle be just fine, but the baby would be took, Micah could feel that weight of uncertainty and fear raised from his shoulders for the time.

However, a new sensation came over him as he heard the gender of the baby announced and he had much the same reaction as Isabelle did. His mouth was agape and he looked between the doctor and then Isabelle a couple of times before then finally coming to speak. "Did you say he?" Micah questioned and licked his lips, they seemed to suddenly be rather dry. "Our baby is a boy?" There was a sensation of excitement that he felt, and he knew that there was that sort of mixed feeling about the current moment. He was still unsure about being in a hospital, that his Isabelle had been harmed, but the she was fine and so was the baby. And then on top of all that, he now knew that he was going to have a son.

It was almost like a feeling of disbelief had come over Micah as he tried to take in what it was that he'd just heard, while still trying to have his mind catch up with the rest of the events that had happened. This, something that he'd considered rather mundane, had turned out to be the exact opposite of how it had really started.

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[isabelle lucilla donato]

Isabelle smiled weakly and snuggled down deeper under the covers, chilled slightly by the frosty winter air, even within the hospital. Or maybe it was just a side effect of being attacked. Was that possible? She didn’t know. ”I’d go dancing or skydiving right now only if you wanted me to,” she said and laughed lightly. ”Right after I would smack you for suggesting it.” If Micah seriously wanted to do something crazy right now, which she knew he didn’t, he could go do it himself. She sighed and looked around the room. It was quite bland and rather depressing. She wanted home. ”I just want to go back to your place, curl up with the twins, watch some kids’ movie, and make you be my slave,” she said with a small pout. She wanted this day to be over.

”Me too,” she said quietly. She’d get better, as long as the baby was okay, she’d put up with any little discomfort. ”I’m sorry I made you worried,” she said with a small frown. With what Micah had to go through with losing Millie, she could only imagine the fright she’d given him. She felt terrible. When the doctor came in there was a heavy lump in her throat in fear that something might be wrong. Given the general disposition of the man, she figured it was all okay.

Then it was. But Isabelle was speechless. Luckily Micah was able to form some sort of train of thought long enough to speak-- Isa was still in shock-- and the doctor merely blinked at him. ”You didn’t know? Huh. Well, yup, he’s a healthy little boy. Now, I’ll let the nurse know that you can go home tonight and she’ll help you with your things,” the doctor said and left. Isabelle looked back at Micah and almost didn’t know what to say.

”He’s not getting a gold star for table manners,” Isabelle said, her face blank before she broke into a huge smile. She forced herself to sit up in the bed and paused for a moment as her head swam. She pulled on Micah’s hand to get him to come closer to her so she could kiss him. When she pulled back, she smiled softly and couldn’t help but continue on smiling. ”Well done, Mr. Travers,” she said with a laugh. ”If these were medieval times, you’d have to buy me some delightfully expensive jewelry or a new tiara and a set of new gowns for providing you with another male heir,” she joked and brushed some of his shaggy hair away from his forehead. She bit her lower lip slightly and looked at his handsome face with a small sense of uncertainty. ”Are you happy?”

words: 476 - tagged: micah - notes: they should go back to the apartment and tell the twins that they will be big siblings and do the mommy thing :3

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