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Thank you, Daddy.

You're most welcome, baby.

I wish I could HELP. This is driving me mad. *growly!Charlie* I'm ready to get up and go RUNNING just to get it over with at this point. I am NOT going to make it through 6 more weeks of this...

I know baby. *frowns, because he really does want to help* I wish I could help you get over with, but it's best to give the baby the best chance.

I know. If I didn't care, I would just run about and jump and thing, hoping to move things along, but apparently I've got a HEART or something and actually worry. *laughs*

*laughs softly, kissing her forehead* Well yes, you come from good stock.

*smiles, hugging him tight* Yes, I do. I have a wonderful Father and precious Mothers and adorable 'sisters'. I really couldn't help being great. *laughs*

No, you couldn't. You really are great Charlotte Alice. But then I am also woefully biased.

Why yes, you are. I can't imagine WHY you'd be biased to your one and only child... *winks* I love you, Daddy.

Shock! Awe! *chuckles* I can't imagine either. I love you too, baby, with all my heart. I loved you the moment I found out about you.

*laughs* I know you do, Daddy. *smiles* Even with all the drama? The family wasn't all that ecstatic about me, after all. But I'm glad YOU were.

Yes, with all the drama because I knew you were more than worth it all. They weren't too ecstatic about me either, but then I don't blame them after what I did. But you were, and still are my freedom, the living reminder that I am a better man, that I have changed. *softly* That I am not classified by the Mark on my arm, that I am MORE than that.

*hugs him ultra tight* Remember when I came home all upset because Barty Crouch had told me about the Mark and things? Ugh.

*hugs her just as tightly* Yes, I remember that all too well. I should have been the one to tell you really, but then, we're all so much more than what the Mark represents. *sighs* It shouldn't have been an issue.

Ugh. Just... I still get a little weepy when I think about it. So, let's not, because a hormonal Charlie crying over the past? Just doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun at the moment. *kisses his cheek* It shouldn't have been. But, it was for him, I guess.

I know baby. Let's not talk about it. Because the past isn't important, the present and the future is. *nods and smiles* Yeah, it's always been an issue for him, but then he was more... His than I was.

*nods* This *touches her stomach softly* is what's important. *pokes at her belly, giggling when a limb presses outward* Hear that Sprogling? You're the important thing right now. So be nice, okay? *nods* He's... *sighs* Frustrating.

*laughs and presses a hand to her stomach* Be nice, little one. Grandpa says so! *nods, pinching the bridge of his nose* Yes, he's always been frustrating, and a thousand other things that are too bad to say out loud.

*grins* And Grandpa is always right. *reaches out and rubs his temples* you could say it to me, trust me. I've got a list growing in my head, too.

Of course he is, Grandpa is awesome. *sighs and moans just a little* I could. Maybe I shall one day, just not now. I'm sure Jacob and Evan could and would say more however.