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"Silent night, holy night ..." Cheerful Henry came humming into the bedroom.
"Take it not amiss to me, honey," Lily said, without looking up from her parchment, "but you can not sing at all." She was sitting cross-legged on her bed and wrote a furious pace in full vellum.
"So what?" Said Henry, to the sweater over her head and threw him over a chair. "It is not yet on the skill. It is important that I enjoy. "Next, he threw his jeans on the chair and next to his wife on the big bed. Lily, who knew her husband had raised prudently the ink bottle so that it tipped over and not the white linen coloring.
"Say the time your daughter," muttered Lily. She placed the ink bottle back down and rubbed her big belly.
Henry stretched out his arm and put his hand on the belly of his wife. With bright eyes, he left them. He had to keep re fascinated by the movements, which he felt in the belly of his wife. It was hard to believe that there really their child was inside.
"And I thought that babies love music."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Music. Not Katzengejaule. "Contradicted she dipped her pen and back into the inkwell.
"You hurt me deeply," Henry announced dramatically. "First you insult my singing ability and then you is so stupid parchment important than me."
"Five minutes," said Lily, without lifting the pen. "The item must be completed. I got him Anthony promised. After that, I'm on maternity leave. Then I will no longer spring mix. "
Henry looked at his wife doubtfully. He could remember a day in her marriage where she had held no pen in hand. Even when she had had thirty-nine degrees fever, she had not stopped writing.
"I'll believe it when I see it," he muttered and put his ear to her belly. Lily had not disturbed them, she continued calmly. However, she felt reassured, as her daughter stopped it, connect it so strong. Henry's voice always had a very calming effect on them. At least if he did not sing.
your pen again dipped into the ink to write the last sentence, then they shut the barrel carefully. She read her article again through improved her magic wand a few errors and was then heavily on the bed. She opened the window and then glanced at her watch. She had written Anthony this morning when she was about to be finished with their articles and its chief had promised to send a Expresseule.
fluttered Half a minute later, a nimble little owl into the room, landed on Lily's dressing table and stretched out his legs expectantly. Lily tied the rolled parchment carefully laid out and chased him, then quickly back out into the snowy cold night.
Henry had watched the whole shaking his head. His eyes fell on the three golden feathers on the shelf, which Lily had been awarded as the best reporter. He proudly watched his ambitious wife, who take it in spite of her pregnancy in the eighth month and Christmas is not allowed to write an article ready. "You are incredible, "he whispered.
Lily looked at him smiling and then lay down beside him on the bed. With a happy sigh, she reached out and closed his eyes.
"Is everything okay?" Said Henry then asked anxiously. Now that she had finished her article, she was again capable of a sensible conversation. "Does your back still hurt so much?"
Lily took his hand and placed it on her belly and clasped her fingers with his. "Yes. The drink of Ted seems to work really. " she replied, her eyes again. She smiled at him. "Do not worry. We are doing well. "With her free hand she drove through his hair.
"I can not tell you how relieved I will be when the baby is finally here." Muttered Henry. He had read a book about pregnancy and birth and after all the horror scenarios that were described in it, get terrified that something could go wrong. Since it was also not care that Lily had assured him that there had never been in her family problems and were all involved all births always good had. She had little fear of childbirth, she could expect not only to finally be able to keep her little daughter in her arms. Since she had learned that she was pregnant, she longed for this moment.
"I know," she said. He leaned to her and kissed her.
"And next year we went to three." His eyes lit up. "Hey, maybe we can do if the child is older, sing Christmas songs in the canon."
Lily sat up and stared at him in horror. "Over my Dead body! "
Merry Christmas to all!
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