let's play a love game

[SPENCER LYNDON STARK]

Spencer didn't know what he was doing here. There were tons of reasons why Stephanie wasn't at dinner. She didn't want to be at Hogwarts to see him. She got held up. She decided to eat out with Tristan. She went to have a farewell dinner with her soon to be room mate. But here he was, outside her apartment. He hadn't knocked yet. “Really, Spencer. What the hell are you doing here?” He muttered to himself for the umpteenth time. He sighed, leaning on the wall beside the door.

After he got pulled away a few days ago while talking to Steph, he hadn't spoken to her since. He hadn't even replied her question on whether he had thought of names. The answer was that he had not. But since she'd asked, he had been. It was a boy. Spencer liked the name Sebastian and if Steph showed up now, he would tell her that. Or not. What if telling her the name made her think that he was falling for her? Was he? Spence didn't know. It wasn't often that he couldn't make his mind up. Women were amazing and he loved them. But did he love this particular woman?

His mind made up, Spencer walked the short distance to the door and knocked on it rapidly three times. After a few seconds of silence, he knocked the door again. “Stephanie Bresler, open this door now or I swear I will knock it down even if there are Muggles living here.” Spencer said, knocking again. Of course, the use of the word Muggle should make some Muggles question his sanity. Was that a word? Of course it was a word.

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[STEPHANIE ABIGAIL BRESLER]

Steph was home, back at her flat. Her Saturday had been a busy one. After a doctors appointment in early afternoon, she had met Arabella and Titus for lunch. The muggle doctor had assured her everything was going as well as expected, but encouraged Steph to gain more weight. He wanted her to keep taking it easy, as much sitting down as possible and no stress. At lunch, Ara and Steph had watched Titus chase after birds in the park as they ate sandwiches. A much needed crying session later, the three parted ways. A quick stop at the grocery store later, Stephanie back at the flat.

She was currently in the baby’s room, organizing. Tristan had painted for her, the room now sported three brown walls and one green wall. Each wall had the opposite wall colored polka dots, and Steph had already purchased white furniture to put in the room. She had five months, but Steph was normally one to put things off until the last minute. Steph was trying to be mature, be an adult. Placing a newborn size jumper in the drawer, Steph heard frantic knocking at the first door.

Stopping to glance in the mirror, Steph took note of her pale skin, dull hair and bags under her eyes. She didn’t look healthy. She was wearing jeans from her pre-pregnancy days, and a purple tank top. A black leather jacket was tossed over a dining room chair, her blue flats and purse next to said chair. Swinging the front door open, Steph resisted the urge to slam it shut. Spencer Stark was standing there, shouting about muggles and knocking down doors. Puling him inside, she exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”

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[SPENCER LYNDON STARK]

Spencer waited for less than a minute before the door swung open. He was pulled in, before he had a chance to say anything. Stephanie asked what he was doing here and Spencer shrugged. “You weren't back at Hogwarts. I thought...” He paused, looking his first good look at her. “You look horrible.” He said bluntly. He was pretty sure that pregnant women weren't supposed to look that way. “What did the doctor say?” Spencer asked, pretty sure she had a doctor's appointment today. He frowned, before he looked around the house.

“I'm here because I thought something happened to you. The last time we spoke, you said you'd be back at Hogwarts for dinner. And I wanted to speak to you. But you weren't there. So here I am. Banging down on your door because you didn't answer it fast enough.” Spencer said, stuffing his hands into his jacket's pockets. “Also, I was thinking about baby names. I like the name Sebastian. Sebastian Stark. Sebastian Bresler. Sebastian Stark-Bresler.” The male continued talking, looking everywhere but at Steph.

He wasn't sure he wanted to see what Stephanie's reaction was going to be. That was why he spoke quickly. As if that would make her not understand him. Spence sighed silently. His mind was still in a jumble about her. Why were things so complicated?

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