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As the months went on, Pippa bloomed so much that she could no longer tell what shoes she was wearing or the colour of her own underwear, she was that big, but despite no longer being able to do much moving about or her beloved running she was content as any expectant mother could be. Anything that she struggled with Hecate did for her which she also didn’t mind, especially as whenever she was close she’d talk to her baby bump which amused her no end. She would have full blown conversations with their unborn child that Pippa would have to interrupt to get a word in with her wife. Apparently it was educational, no surprise there, Pippa thought.
Magical conceptions were tricky things and Hecate had given up her roles at Cackle’s temporarily to be there for Pippa and to be on hand should there be any problems, Merlin forbid. Thankfully there wasn’t much longer to go, a couple of months, and although they had agreed on a home birth with a witch midwife, Pippa had asked that she be seen at an ordinary hospital, just for a scan to make sure there were no extra complications. It was a sensible precaution even though Hecate didn’t completely approve, so reluctantly a taxi had been ordered and both witches made their way to the local hospital for Pippa’s ultrasound and examination. Much to Hecate’s surprise she was allowed into the exam room and sit with her as Pippa watched the screen to see their baby and all was well... to begin with. The slight commotion wasn’t over Pippa though, but Hecate herself, glad of the chair she was sitting on as she had fainted. The only word escaping her lips before she passed out was “TWINS?!”