revelations - Marc

[clara]

Clara walked down Diagon Alley with her head held high as she tried to ignore the glances thrown her way. She wasn’t sure who had noticed it, but some witch or wizard (most likely a witch) had noticed the small bump that was beginning to form at her midsection and the story had spread like wildfire. Now everywhere she went people threw glances her way and tried to look for this telltale bump, wondering if Clara Grant really was pregnant. If she was did Marc know? Was Marc the father. Clara knew all these questions were running through the minds of people who passed her on the street but so far nobody had had the guts to confront her or Marc. If Marc didn’t know then nobody wanted to be the one who told him because if they were wrong or if Marc didn’t know then she would cause serious injury to whoever told him the news. Nobody wanted to breath a word of this to Clara’s boyfriend and nobody had the guts to ask her about whether she was pregnant or not. The only reason she’d found out was because she’d been in a stall in a ladies room when a group of women entered talking about her rumoured pregnancy. When Clara had walked out of the stall the women’s eye’s had instant gone to her stomach but because Clara had closed her robe before exiting the stall nobody could tell for certain.

Ever since the rumours had began Clara had stopped wearing the form fitting outfits she used to wear. That day for example she wore a pair of black heeled boots that reached her knees but nobody could see the boots under the black material of her slacks. The slacks were slightly form fitting and hugged her hips and backside like a second skin but that part of her slacks wasn’t visible considering the blouse she wore. The teal and white coloured blouse she wore hugged her upper back, shoulders and breasts perfectly but right under her breasts was a teal strap that tied at her back. The rest of the material hung down loosely over her torso and the extra material made it difficult for anybody to see the small bump that was forming. Over her outfit Clara wore a black cloak so it was a bit difficult for people to even see her clothing to begin with.

Sighing softly as she entered Florean Fortescue’s, Clara made her way to the counter and ordered a small sundae before making her way to one of the tables in the back of the ice cream parlor. She was trying to hide from everybody while she thought about how she was going to break the news to Marc. She knew she could no longer hide her pregnancy because soon her boyfriend would begin to question why she rarely hugged him anymore. She knew that he was probably already beginning to wonder what was going on and she only hoped that he would be in a good mood when she saw him later that day. Part of her wanted to go see him now while he was at home but another part of her wanted it to be special. Then again if she wanted it to be special she probably should have told him as soon as she found out, not waited until the last possible moment to tell him.

Looking down at the table after she finished her sundae, Clara lightly rubbed her temples and closed her eyes as she wondered how she should break the news to Marc. Should she be direct and up front or find some cute little way to tell him. Realizing a shadow had past over her table, Clara opened her eyes and looked up the torso of the man who stood beside her table. When she saw who stood next to her, her eyes widened and she nervously bit down on her lower lip. Standing next to her was the last person she wanted to see right then but quickly getting over her shock, Clara smiled up at Marc before saying: ”Marc! I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

[rusty1]

Professor Marc Flint was frustrated. Frustrated with his lover Clara. She had been avoiding him and he wanted to know why, so he could not hold of their meeting later that day. Part of the twenty year old to have Clara say that she was breaking up with him, but wished that they could refrain from that. He was too old to be dating like a high school student any longer, even though he wasn't looking for any huge commitment, not that he was too young for.

Marc left his home in a slight dash after changing out of his black robes and into a pair of jeans and a white V-neck that accentuated his muscles attractively. Although Clara Grant was primary in his mind currently, the arrival of the full moon was second. He didn't wish to begin the school year with scars and excruitating pain, but he didn't want to take the Wolfsbane Potion, and the Head Master knew his reason for doing so, as did Clara and his siblings.

Marc's black eyes skidded from face to face as they looked him up and down and people - mostly younger females - whispered to one another. He arched his eyes brows at this, then muttered to one of them, "Do you know where Clara Grant is?" A busty, blonde female nodded and answered. He thanked her and broke into a jog as he headed towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.

The Werewolf walked into the parlor not far after, and stopped with an exasperated sigh. The young man looked around the room and an adoring smile touched his lips momentarily as he saw Clara. She sure is beautiful, he thought before shaking his head and reminding himself of his anger with her.

Marc walked towards her, not quietly yet not loudly either, his step increasing in speed just as his heart beat was. He stopped swiftly before her and just looked down at her for a second. He noted her anxiety and he pressed his eye brows together curiously. "Marc! I didn’t expect to run into you here.”

Marc swiflty kissed Clara's forehead, but put no feeling into the action as he took a seat across from her. "Why have you been acting so.. for a moment he struggled to come up with a word that was still respectful but showed his indifference to the new Clara Grant. "Well weird," he concluded sharply.

[clara]

"Well hello to you too." Clara thought as she looked up at Marc and tried to fight back the temper that was quickly beginning to grow inside of her. As if her temper wasn't bad enough, now she had these out of control hormones thanks to her pregnancy and her mood swings were getting a lot worse. She wanted to snap at Marc but he had said what was on his mind which was something she did admire about him. True there were times she wished he'd kept his mouth shut but overall she loved his directness.

Looking down at the table top in front of her, Clara closed her eyes and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. She wanted to get control of the temper that was bubbling below the surface before she opened her mouth. It wasn't Marc's fault she was feeling like this. As she thought about it more Clara realized that in a way it was his fault. Yes she had been careless as well and had let herself get pregnant but he was partially to blame. Despite that though, Clara knew she couldn't take her anger out on her boyfriend. He didn't even know she was pregnant and she only had herself to blame for that. Yes she hadn't found out until well into her second month but she was already heading into her fourth and still hadn't told him. At first she'd been scared to tell him because she was scared he'd get upset blame her then possibly leave her. Now she was scared he'd get upset about being kept in the dark for so long about it but she knew she'd have to tell him soon, so it might as well be then.

Taking another deep breath, Clara let it out slowly then looked up into Marc's eyes. She still wasn't exactly sure of how she should tell him she was pregnant. How did a young woman still somewhat fresh out of Hogwarts tell her boyfriend that she was pregnant. Clara and Marc may have been dating for awhile but she knew that wouldn't make her news any easier. Plus Clara didn't want to just come out and say "Marc I'm pregnant.", that just wasn't how she wanted to tell him. She had always imagined being married then having some cute little private dinner and then she'd be able to tell her husband they were going to have a child. She had never imagined being an unmarried single mother and she certainly hadn't imagined telling the baby's father about it in a corner booth in an ice cream parlor, but it looked like she had no choice.

Moving over so that she was sitting directly beside Marc, Clara took his hand then after another deep breath she slipped it under her cloak to rest on top of her blouse. Marc knew her body better then anybody so he would be able to feel the barest hint of the tiny bump that was begging to form. Lightly biting her lip Clara waited a few seconds to see if Marc could figure it out on her own but before he could even say anything Clara looked down at his hand before looking up at him.

"I'm pregnant Marc." Clara said softly so that only her boyfriend could hear. She didn't need this news getting to the Daily Prophet before they could tell their parents because Clara knew that if her parents read about the news before she could tell them, they'd be furious. She was fairly certain they'd be furious anyway but it would be worse if they found out from somebody else.

[rusty1]

Marc watched as Clara took his large hand in her slender fingers and led it over to her stomach. He gently placed his hand on his lover's blouse and he did indeed feel the bump that replaced her perfect figure. His eyes widened and his mouth parted in shock and confusion. They had been sure to be safe, they always were, this couldn't be happening. They were twenty years old and were going to have a child, it was wrong.

"I'm pregnant Marc." Marc Flint heard these words erupt from Clara's mouth, and he offered her a glance. He wanted to say that he was fine with it but it was a lie. He wasn't ready for this commitment, he didn't think that he would ever be ready for this. "H..ow?" he asked. "We used a condom," he added as his stomach knotted and moved up to his throat.

Marc removed his hand from Clara's stomach and put them firmly on the table. He averted his dark gaze from Clara, and onto his hands. No, this was has to be a bad dream, he thought, clearly in denail as he shook his head.

[clara]

Clara bit her lip nervously as she watched Marc for his reaction. She was able to pinpoint the exact second he realized there was a small bulge in her stomach and after she actually told him she was pregnant, she watched as his eyes widened and his lips parted in confusion. He was shocked. She didn't think he was excited about it but he wasn't angry, yet. They were both still trying to get their lives together and a baby would only complicate things for them right now.

Clara lips parted as if to say something put his reaction was too much to bear, she could already sense this wasn’t going to go well. “I…I’m three months pregnant and I’m almost into my fourth month.” She whispered softly and looked down at her cloak where his had sat. The witch was expecting him to question her, possibly asking her when she actually realized she was pregnant. Merlin she remembered that day clearly.

Pushing a piece of brown hair from her eyes as she positioned her body so that she sat gazing straight at him. Clara reassured herself that this was how men reacted when their girlfriend mentioned that she was pregnant. “Well…we didn’t. It was there but we didn’t use it, I don’t know why.” As far as she knew they conceived the child around the time of her birthday, that was what the healer at St. Mungo’s had informed her anyway.

The man before her was making it quite clear that a child was surely not on his list of things to do and nor was it on Clara’s before but hell, it was there now and she was going to make sure it was on his too. “Marc, do you want this child?” She asked nervously, he could answer yes or no but either way she was having their child wheatear he liked it or not.

[rusty1]

Marc looked down at Clara as she said that she was nearly four months pregnant. Confusion crossed his face. Why hadn't she told him earlier? He trusted her with everything and she had trusted him with something as big as being a father. "When did you find out?" he asked quietly. He thought back to when it had to have been, and realized it had been around her birthday, most likely on it, so he nodded as she said that they hadn't used one.

Marc had been thinking that it would have been the last time they had had sex which had been a month or two ago. "Marc, do you want this child?" He looked down at her and forced a smile. He didn't really want a child but he wanted Clara, and if she wanted their child he would be a man and an adult and father this child with her. "I want you," the Professor murmured in Clara's ear before kissing her jawline softly.

When it came down to it, Marc loved Clara and would do anything for her. This included fathering their child, although it was not how he really wanted this to be a father. He always invisioned being married to a woman and wanting a child with her when she would bring it up at a private meal or in some sort of adorable way that women always could come up with.

"So I want this baby," Marc breathed into her soft, sleek hair, kissing the strands at the same time. He looked down at her stomach, through the corner's of his eyes. Without a thought he brought his hand under her teal blouse and rested it gently on her small bump. His rough fingers caressed her stomach affectionately.

Marc Flint was to be a father at twenty years old! Who would have thought? More over, who would have thought he would have handled it the way he had? "You want the baby right?" he asked, a little concerned for a moment that she wouldn't. He would never want his child put up for adoption or aborted, but he would support Clara in what ever she wanted. It was her body and her choice.

[clara]

“Almost two months ago.” She had to be honest, she wanted to. Lying to him for two months had nearly killed her and knowing that he trusted her with absolutely everything and she couldn’t even trust him to act rational when she told him. Bringing her crystal blue eyes to his dark ones, she gazed at him momentarily before breaking the eye contact and her eyes trailed back to her stomach. Marc was probably one of the last people to know about her pregnancy, it had spread like wildfire and that was not what she had hoped for but it happened and even now she was still surprised that no one had told him.

“I want you?” Clara repeated in disbelief, she could feel her anger bubbling through her again. Stupid hormones. “I didn’t ask if you want me Marc, I asked if you wanted this child.” Her voice raised ever so slightly and yet somehow it had caught the attention of most of the costumers at the ice cream parlour. Oh well she had nothing to hide anymore, it wasn’t like everyone knew already for crying out loud! Clara reminded herself that she had to sit there and be rational, she had to be the mature adult that she was or well, needed to be.

It seemed her anger disappeared with those words but a frown still remained on her lips. “You want me…so you want this baby. You are doing this for me. Don‘t. If you’re doing it for someone do it for yourself, be the mature adult I know you can be. I can bring a child into this world alone and I can raise it alone…I’m not asking much of you, just be there for me and this child.” Clara sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, smiling ever so slightly as she felt his hand caress her stomach ever so gently.

"This is why I've been a bit off lately. I wasn't sure how to tell you and I was scared that you would be angry with me. I couldn't bare the thought of you being angry with me and I was scared you'd walk away from me and the baby when you found out. I know I shouldn't have doubted you like that and I should have given you more credit but when you're scared you don't exactly think rationally."

Closing her eyes tightly for a moment she fluttered them back open with his question, did she want this baby? The thought was almost frightening but yes, she knew she could handle this and she had five months to prepare for this baby, she’d be just fine. “Yes I do. I know I can handle this.” The only thing that worried her was the very fact that Marc was a werewolf, would that affect the child in anyway? She did not know.

[rusty1]

Marc felt a tinge of pain as Clara said that she had found out two months ago. She had lied to him for two whole months about something so huge. This was a focal point in both of their lives and she had lied to him and hidden it from him. He sighed softly, deciding to look on the bright side. She hadn't disappeared with the baby and not told him at all, which was more then some men could say.

As Clara began to fume with anger Marc stayed silent. He knew that it would only take a small moment of time for her to calm down, she was rather predicable with her anger. When she went on to say that he was doing this for her, and that he should do it for himself he cast her a rather disappointed look. After so many years she didn't understand the way he thought. "I want our baby Clara Grant," he said firmly, not bothering to stay quiet. He wanted to get it threw her mind, that even though she didn't seem to realize it could be rather thick and stubborn.

Marc chuckled lightly as Clara said that he didn't think rationally when he was scared. It was true. However, right now he was terrified, and it seemed that he was acting and thinking rather calmly. "It's not exactly the idilic situation beautiful, but I think that I can rise to the occasion," he finally responded, hoping that this wouldn't set her off again. He disliked seeing Clara upset, perhaps even more so now.

The Transfiguration Professor would have to get several books on this once this was over, and once more would Clara have to come and visit his family home to tell them the news, and expected that he would have to do the same with hers. Admittedly, Marc was frightened of her father and his possible reaction. He really didn't wish to have her parents know that they had sex, even though it was kind of obvious, it was just an uncomfortable thought for him, and he expected for any man.

The dark haired man smiled as Clara responded but corrected her, "You know we can handle this." Marc would be there for his son or daughter, and would love them with everything the werewolf could. Of course he would not be able to be near it closer to the full moon, just as he was for Clara. He would not allow her to be outside during those nights, and liked to think that she respected his wishes. He would be damned if his love or child had to deal with what he did. "I'm.. I'm a little worried about the baby though. I really don't know what happens when.. we have children," he admitted in a soft whisper, emphasizing the word we so that she knew that he didn't mean he and her, but werewolves.

[clara]

“I’m sorry for hiding this from you but I wasn’t sure about this baby up until now. I was so confused about everything really.” Mainly about how they’d manage everything, especially money. Thankfully the two both had decent jobs that paid them well, she was a department head and he was a Hogwarts professor and they came from wealthy backgrounds, really they where rather lucky people.

Ugh she hated when he said nothing and just remained quiet while she poured her bloody heart out. Catching his disappointed look Clara furrowed her eyebrows, “What?” She asked still rather heatedly. Shaking her head she no longer wanted to deal with this or continue their conversation, she would rather be lying in bed or something a bit less stressful than all this. Then he broke his silence by firmly telling her that he wanted their baby. It was reassuring hearing him say it but still, she didn’t know if he truly did want this child or he was just trying to reassure her. Sighing in exhaustion, she nodded “I’m glad.”

Hearing him chuckle brought a small smile to her lips as she looked at her empty bowl that once contained chocolate ice cream. Imagine, telling your boyfriend you where pregnant in an ice cream parlour? Who the hell would do that? Her obviously. Clara was too busy caught up in her own thoughts that she just nodded to Marc’s words not entirely giving him her full attention like she should have.

“Lets go home…Although I‘m not entirely ready to tell our parents yet Marc, maybe we should just let it sink in before we tell others. I just want to go home and go to bed with you beside me.” She smiled slyly before slowly raising to her feet and placing her handbag over her shoulder. Glancing at her surroundings she still noticed a few glances being thrown her way…or at the mid section area of her body at least. Rolling her eyes, Clara tightened the cloak around her body slightly before turning to Marc.

‘We.’ It was a nice word, it was far better than ‘I’ or ‘me’ that was for sure and when Marc told her that they could handle it she nodded in agreement. Together they could, that was for sure. Holding her breath as he mentioned just what she thinking. Tilting her head slightly she shrugged carelessly, pretending that it didn’t really matter, “I’m sure it’ll fine.” She told him but noted to herself that she should ask the healer at St. Mungo’s next time she had an appointment.

[rusty1]

“Lets go home..." Marc was all for going home and laying in their bed, in fact he probably would have suggested it if she hadn't. When she mentioned not telling their parents just yet he nodded eagerly. He was fine with telling his parents at any time, he was close with them and knew that they would be thrilled, of course they would expect him to propose, something he wasn't thinking of now because it honestly hadn't crossed his mind.

As Clara stood up, he stood up with her, and placed his hand at the small of her back. Marc brushed their lips together lovingly, before pulling away and saying, "I love you Clara." He sighed softly, and took her hand in his and let her lead the way out of the ice cream parlor. He didn't care about the looks that they were getting, in fact for once in his life he embraced them. He was going to continue the Flint name with the woman he had loved since he was a young child.

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