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Fabian thought himself quite lucky to have an abundance of nephews and a niece - having to be apart from them was one of the worst parts of participating in the war. Sending Molly and Arthur into hiding had been no easy decision, an an even harder one to stick by after the loss of Gideon, but Fabian stood by the fact that it was the right thing for all of them. He’d felt a mixture of warm delight and cold terror when Alice had first told him that she and Frank were expecting a child. It was such a terrifying world to bring a baby into, but the idea of his friends with a child - the thought of the person they would raise - it overshadowed any of his doubt and concern.
He’d been later than he liked coming over, but maybe it was a good thing. They could have their space as a trio for the time being until he couldn’t stand it anymore and he was knocking a little impatiently, unable to help but match the wide grin on Frank’s face when he answered. Fabian felt a bit more hesitant the closer to the room he got, but any apprehension was dismissed as Alice welcomed him in, and he sat down with her and took the baby with ease.
He was perfect, of course, Fabian felt his mouth open a bit in awe. Long, dark lashes, and a shock of dark hair peeking out from the bundle he was wrapped up in. “Wow,” He said breathlessly, tearing his eyes away from the baby to look at Alice, unable to stop from welling up. He had a godson. Not the first. He had the twins. But that didn’t make this one any less dear to him and he carefully sat back against the headboard beside Alice. “He’s perfect, we can always dye his hair later,” He tossed her a grin before his eyes went back to his godson, “Have you picked a name?”
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Alice beamed as she watched Fabian take Neville so tenderly, grateful that her son would have such a model in his life. Over the years of working together in the Order, Fabian and Gideon had become like brothers to her. She was the youngest in her family, so they had become the younger brothers she had always wanted to have, the ones to tease her and prank her and inspire her to be the best woman she could be. The loss of Gideon had cut through like a knife, especially in knowing that he would never be around to meet the child who had been growing within her, but it had only brought Fabian closer.
With all of that, it was only natural that Fabian be the godfather, and Alice was glad that Frank had felt the same way. She knew that if anything were to happen to her and Frank (a possibility that was more likely under the circumstances than she’d want to admit), one of their family would probably raise Neville, but Fabian would always be there to teach him all the things they wouldn’t be able to. To know that her son would have someone like that in her life was a great treasure.
Alice followed his gaze to the little bundle, her heart full at the sight of her son. He really was perfect, so much so that she’d kick Fabian’s ass if he ever convinced Neville to dye his hair red. Looking up to meet Frank’s gaze before turning back to Fabian, she gave him a soft smile. “Yes, we’ve known for a little while what we wanted to name him, and we think it suits him perfectly. Neville Gideon Longbottom.”
Alice had never known love like this. She had thought her life was pretty damn full of love -- Frank, her family, the family she had found in the Order. There were so many people she cared about, so many people she would die for, but nothing could compare to this. The little warm bundle in her arms was fast asleep, content after a long session of nursing, and Alice couldn’t rip her eyes away from him. He was perfect, so perfect. All of the pain and agony of labor was a distant memory, now that he was in her arms. His tiny face was so peaceful, his button nose so kissable, his long eyelashes resting against his cheek. This was her world now.
Alice looked up as she heard Frank approach the doorway, letting her know that Fabian was there to see them. Beaming widely, she waved to her husband to lead Fabian into the room, not worried that he would be scandalized by seeing her so soon after childbirth. He had a whole brood of nephews, after all, so he was familiar with this part of life.
Alice beamed at the shy look on Fabian’s face, patting the edge of the bed next to her. “Come here, come meet your godson!” Alice didn’t want to relinquish her hold on little Neville, but for Fabian, she would hand him over. Besides, no matter who held him, he would always come back to her arms. That was the perk of being his mom. She handed him over to Fabian, her eyes alight with joy. “What do you think? Not a redhead, but still handsome, yes?”
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