Post by Kacie on Jun 8, 2005 21:26:54 GMT -5
When I read Hogwarts Duo story, “For Your Love” it brought to mind the story that was written for me when I was pregnant so I thought I would share it with everyone. I hope you like it. Karlie wrote it for me when I was six months pregnant and not having a good day. The rating is okay for everyone and the summary is I don't know one but I thought it was a sweet story. Kacie
To Kacie: I hope you can find some humor in this story and if not read it to Steve so he knows we have him in our prayers. Lots of love, Karlie
Peanut Butter and Sardines
Albus Dumbledore stood in the pouring rain watching water from his umbrella drip onto his boots. He was standing on the sidewalk in a shabby, unfashionable part of muggle London waiting in line. He ignored the sounds of harrumphs and annoyance from the people standing in line behind him.
Fish and chip shops were popular on Saturday nights and he waited patiently for his turn. Minerva was craving fish and not just any kind. It had to be fish from this shop. No other shop would do. This was the third week, the twenty-first night of having fish and chips for dinner and he was heartily sick of it but eating other food for dinner made Minerva feel ill.
Albus smiled fondly as he thought of his wife. He and Minerva had been married five years and in three short months they would be blessed with a bundle of joy. He longed for a child to teach, to mold, and to shower with love. A product of the greatest union in the magical world would be loved more than anyone ever conceived.
Minerva had begun experiencing some of the rather bizarre side effects of pregnancy. Her cravings were extremely strong and relentless. Her body’s thermometer was malfunctioning and she was either too hot or too cold. The hardest and most challenging part of her pregnancy had begun. She couldn’t bear to have Albus touch her except in the most detached manner. The mediwitch assured them that it was temporary but Albus was still reeling from the rejection. It was only last month that she had been insatiable and he felt he wouldn’t be able to keep up with her needs. Now he was suffering a drought in the lovemaking arena and cold showers were no longer working.
Albus was finally able to place his order; retrieve his food, and apparate home. Minerva could only eat the fish when it was piping hot and drenched in vinegar.
He watched as she devoured the fish and he nibbled on a chip. Minerva would need to lie down after eating while he cleaned up. Performing magic was draining and by the end of the day she was too tired to clean up after eating. He assisted her to bed, kissed her on her forehead (still a safe place to kiss her) and went to clean the dishes.
“Albus!”
Albus set the brush to scrubbing the dishes and the mop to take care of the floor while he rushed to Minerva. It had only been fifteen minutes.
She was sitting up now and frowning. “I’m too hot. I can’t rest if I’m hot.”
He conjured a palm frond from a large envelope sitting on a nearby table. He charmed the branch to wave gently over her and to cause a small breeze to pass over her body.
He smiled gently. “Is that better, my dear?”
Her response was to burst into tears. Albus raced to her side and pulled her to him gently. “Darling, what’s the matter?”
“I’m a bother to you.” Her tears increased and his heart lurched.
“Darling, you aren’t a bother at all.”
“Yes, yes, yes I am. Yesterday you brought me ice cream and fanned me personally.” She began hiccupping. “Now, I’m just another chore.” Her sobs increased along with her hiccups and Albus began rocking her slowly.
He soothed her until her tears stopped and she closed her eyes. It was only a few minutes later that she fell asleep and he tenderly tucked a pillow beneath her head and kissed her cheek.
Albus hurried to the kitchen and finished clearing away the results of their meal. Minerva never slept long and he would have to help her in the bath.
He was just about to take a seat at his desk when he heard her call. He helped her in the bathroom by drawing her bath while she visited the water chamber and then he undressed her and helped her into the tub.
He adjusted the water four times until it was perfect. He removed her favorite lavender soap and replaced it with a jasmine bar that was too strong and then a honeysuckle one that nauseated her. Finally, he produced an oatmeal bar that she approved and he began to wash her.
Learning the proper way to bathe her had been enjoyable until a few weeks ago. Now he couldn’t seem to wash her fast enough, or slowly enough, or firmly. Sometimes he used too much lather and sometimes too little but she always corrected his mistakes and he tried not to repeat them.
He was careful not to gaze at her body too long. She didn’t appreciate his response upon seeing her or touching her as it made her feel pressured which caused unnecessary stress. He couldn’t stop glancing at her round belly though. He loved to see her growing larger with their child. At times he would rub cream into her skin so she wouldn’t have itchy skin and he always took his time when smoothing it over her tummy.
He cast a warming charm on the tile and laid a small towel on the counter next to the sink. He helped her from the tub and patted each foot dry as she stepped from the tub.
He took another towel and dried her legs in a clockwise motion. After doing this he cast a cooling charm on the tiles and proceeded to dry the rest of her body. The next part was tricky. He had to pat her hair dry while casting detangling charms at the same time. He sighed in relief as she closed her eyes to feel the warm hair blow through her hair. The air coming from his wand was the perfect temperature. It had taken a week to get that perfected.
After her hair dried, he sat her on a small bench while he brushed her hair. He summoned her nightgown and placed it over her head. He led her back into the bedroom where he stripped the beds and placed fresh sheets on them. It would have been quicker to use magic but she felt magic made the sheets feel too crisp on the bed.
He assisted Minerva into bed and waited for her decision for her bedtime snack.
“Peanut Butter sounds good right now, Albus. Do you think you could bring me some?”
“Certainly, my dear. Would you like bread or crackers to go with it?”
Minerva let out an exasperated sigh. “Albus, I if I wanted bread or crackers I would have asked for it.” She smiled softly at him. “Thank you for asking though. You are so wonderful.”
Not sure if she would become teary or not, Albus raced away and returned with a jar of peanut butter and a butter knife. He sat beside her on the bed and picked up a book.
“Albus, I wanted chunky peanut butter,”
He quickly placed the book on the night table and removed the offensive jar and returned with a different one.
Minerva smiled and began dipping the knife into the peanut butter.
“Albus?”
“Yes dear,”
“I’m getting thirsty. Do we have any pumpkin juice?”
“Yes dear,” Albus hurried and again returned with her wish. He picked up his book again and began reading.
“Albus?”
“Yes dear,”
“I think I do need something with the peanut butter.”
He smiled at her and waited. She sat trying to decide what she wanted.
“Would you like crackers? Celery? Bread?”
Minerva shook his head to each suggestion before snapping her fingers. “Sardines! I want to spread peanut butter on the sardines.”
Albus was careful not to show revulsion on his face. Minerva was sensitive about criticism. He went into the kitchen and returned empty handed. “We’re out of sardines, Minerva.”
Minerva looked at him expectantly.
Albus sighed silently and summoned his cloak. He wondered what store was open. It took him nearly an hour before he found a store that sold sardines and was open. He had been tempted to just unlock a window and summon a can while levitating the money and leaving it on the counter when he finally spotted an open shop.
He apparated home and wearily trudged into the bedroom. Minerva was curled on her side asleep. He accepted this and placed the can on the night table. She might wake up later and want it. He decided to go to bed.
Tomorrow was Sunday and she always requested crepes for breakfast and sliced tomatoes. He wondered if the tomato plants would produce any tomatoes for breakfast. Minerva could only eat tomatoes that had been pick that day. He had already washed the strawberries and placed an eighth of a teaspoon of powdered sugar on each slice. He snuggled beneath the covers before jumping up and removing the quilt from one of Minerva’s legs. She needed to have one bare leg underneath the covers and one sock covered leg dangling off the edge of the bed in order to sleep.
He almost made the mistake in the dark of putting a blue sock on her leg but noticed just in time and replaced it with a yellow one. Everyone knows blue socks make your veins weak.
The End
To Kacie: I hope you can find some humor in this story and if not read it to Steve so he knows we have him in our prayers. Lots of love, Karlie
Peanut Butter and Sardines
Albus Dumbledore stood in the pouring rain watching water from his umbrella drip onto his boots. He was standing on the sidewalk in a shabby, unfashionable part of muggle London waiting in line. He ignored the sounds of harrumphs and annoyance from the people standing in line behind him.
Fish and chip shops were popular on Saturday nights and he waited patiently for his turn. Minerva was craving fish and not just any kind. It had to be fish from this shop. No other shop would do. This was the third week, the twenty-first night of having fish and chips for dinner and he was heartily sick of it but eating other food for dinner made Minerva feel ill.
Albus smiled fondly as he thought of his wife. He and Minerva had been married five years and in three short months they would be blessed with a bundle of joy. He longed for a child to teach, to mold, and to shower with love. A product of the greatest union in the magical world would be loved more than anyone ever conceived.
Minerva had begun experiencing some of the rather bizarre side effects of pregnancy. Her cravings were extremely strong and relentless. Her body’s thermometer was malfunctioning and she was either too hot or too cold. The hardest and most challenging part of her pregnancy had begun. She couldn’t bear to have Albus touch her except in the most detached manner. The mediwitch assured them that it was temporary but Albus was still reeling from the rejection. It was only last month that she had been insatiable and he felt he wouldn’t be able to keep up with her needs. Now he was suffering a drought in the lovemaking arena and cold showers were no longer working.
Albus was finally able to place his order; retrieve his food, and apparate home. Minerva could only eat the fish when it was piping hot and drenched in vinegar.
He watched as she devoured the fish and he nibbled on a chip. Minerva would need to lie down after eating while he cleaned up. Performing magic was draining and by the end of the day she was too tired to clean up after eating. He assisted her to bed, kissed her on her forehead (still a safe place to kiss her) and went to clean the dishes.
“Albus!”
Albus set the brush to scrubbing the dishes and the mop to take care of the floor while he rushed to Minerva. It had only been fifteen minutes.
She was sitting up now and frowning. “I’m too hot. I can’t rest if I’m hot.”
He conjured a palm frond from a large envelope sitting on a nearby table. He charmed the branch to wave gently over her and to cause a small breeze to pass over her body.
He smiled gently. “Is that better, my dear?”
Her response was to burst into tears. Albus raced to her side and pulled her to him gently. “Darling, what’s the matter?”
“I’m a bother to you.” Her tears increased and his heart lurched.
“Darling, you aren’t a bother at all.”
“Yes, yes, yes I am. Yesterday you brought me ice cream and fanned me personally.” She began hiccupping. “Now, I’m just another chore.” Her sobs increased along with her hiccups and Albus began rocking her slowly.
He soothed her until her tears stopped and she closed her eyes. It was only a few minutes later that she fell asleep and he tenderly tucked a pillow beneath her head and kissed her cheek.
Albus hurried to the kitchen and finished clearing away the results of their meal. Minerva never slept long and he would have to help her in the bath.
He was just about to take a seat at his desk when he heard her call. He helped her in the bathroom by drawing her bath while she visited the water chamber and then he undressed her and helped her into the tub.
He adjusted the water four times until it was perfect. He removed her favorite lavender soap and replaced it with a jasmine bar that was too strong and then a honeysuckle one that nauseated her. Finally, he produced an oatmeal bar that she approved and he began to wash her.
Learning the proper way to bathe her had been enjoyable until a few weeks ago. Now he couldn’t seem to wash her fast enough, or slowly enough, or firmly. Sometimes he used too much lather and sometimes too little but she always corrected his mistakes and he tried not to repeat them.
He was careful not to gaze at her body too long. She didn’t appreciate his response upon seeing her or touching her as it made her feel pressured which caused unnecessary stress. He couldn’t stop glancing at her round belly though. He loved to see her growing larger with their child. At times he would rub cream into her skin so she wouldn’t have itchy skin and he always took his time when smoothing it over her tummy.
He cast a warming charm on the tile and laid a small towel on the counter next to the sink. He helped her from the tub and patted each foot dry as she stepped from the tub.
He took another towel and dried her legs in a clockwise motion. After doing this he cast a cooling charm on the tiles and proceeded to dry the rest of her body. The next part was tricky. He had to pat her hair dry while casting detangling charms at the same time. He sighed in relief as she closed her eyes to feel the warm hair blow through her hair. The air coming from his wand was the perfect temperature. It had taken a week to get that perfected.
After her hair dried, he sat her on a small bench while he brushed her hair. He summoned her nightgown and placed it over her head. He led her back into the bedroom where he stripped the beds and placed fresh sheets on them. It would have been quicker to use magic but she felt magic made the sheets feel too crisp on the bed.
He assisted Minerva into bed and waited for her decision for her bedtime snack.
“Peanut Butter sounds good right now, Albus. Do you think you could bring me some?”
“Certainly, my dear. Would you like bread or crackers to go with it?”
Minerva let out an exasperated sigh. “Albus, I if I wanted bread or crackers I would have asked for it.” She smiled softly at him. “Thank you for asking though. You are so wonderful.”
Not sure if she would become teary or not, Albus raced away and returned with a jar of peanut butter and a butter knife. He sat beside her on the bed and picked up a book.
“Albus, I wanted chunky peanut butter,”
He quickly placed the book on the night table and removed the offensive jar and returned with a different one.
Minerva smiled and began dipping the knife into the peanut butter.
“Albus?”
“Yes dear,”
“I’m getting thirsty. Do we have any pumpkin juice?”
“Yes dear,” Albus hurried and again returned with her wish. He picked up his book again and began reading.
“Albus?”
“Yes dear,”
“I think I do need something with the peanut butter.”
He smiled at her and waited. She sat trying to decide what she wanted.
“Would you like crackers? Celery? Bread?”
Minerva shook his head to each suggestion before snapping her fingers. “Sardines! I want to spread peanut butter on the sardines.”
Albus was careful not to show revulsion on his face. Minerva was sensitive about criticism. He went into the kitchen and returned empty handed. “We’re out of sardines, Minerva.”
Minerva looked at him expectantly.
Albus sighed silently and summoned his cloak. He wondered what store was open. It took him nearly an hour before he found a store that sold sardines and was open. He had been tempted to just unlock a window and summon a can while levitating the money and leaving it on the counter when he finally spotted an open shop.
He apparated home and wearily trudged into the bedroom. Minerva was curled on her side asleep. He accepted this and placed the can on the night table. She might wake up later and want it. He decided to go to bed.
Tomorrow was Sunday and she always requested crepes for breakfast and sliced tomatoes. He wondered if the tomato plants would produce any tomatoes for breakfast. Minerva could only eat tomatoes that had been pick that day. He had already washed the strawberries and placed an eighth of a teaspoon of powdered sugar on each slice. He snuggled beneath the covers before jumping up and removing the quilt from one of Minerva’s legs. She needed to have one bare leg underneath the covers and one sock covered leg dangling off the edge of the bed in order to sleep.
He almost made the mistake in the dark of putting a blue sock on her leg but noticed just in time and replaced it with a yellow one. Everyone knows blue socks make your veins weak.
The End
Great fluff, shows how a man sticks to his woman/wife, no matter what 
