Dennis C Creevey's Journal

[Hexed to Adults]

I'm excited. Very excited. But I'm anxious, too. We're getting the kids soon. Very soon. Like, so soon my mum's been writing every day asking if I'm ready. And I don't know that I am. Em might be. She's brilliant at this thing, after all. But I'm nervous. Honestly? I think I'm more scared right now than I was when Emma was about to have Connie. With Connie, she was all ours. She knew us right from the start, she never knew anyone else as Mum and Dad. Even when she's angry with us, she always knows she's our little girl.

But two new babies? Well, the boy, Adam, he won't know, at least, I don't think so. It'd be hard to, you know? I don't think you have much of a memory before a certain age. But Joanna? The oldest? She'll know her parents, and she knows we're not them. What's that got to be like, being passed around until someone decides they'll keep you? And even if she does realise that we genuinely want her, we're still not the mummy and daddy that she loves that went away. I don't want to try and replace them for her, but I want to be a dad to her, too, you know?

Maybe I'm worried about nothing. I just want them to like it here. I want Connie to love them as much as Emma and I already do. I want to give them a family again, even if it can't be the one they've left. I just hope I'm not mucking things up and doing this all wrong.