New Home, New Beginnings (Cillian)

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"Teagan!" Aislinn called after the rambunctious one year old currently tearing through the downstairs level of their Hogsmeade home. Mere moments ago, the tot had been sitting quite contently with a set of wooden blocks--her current favorite toy. In the amount of time it took for Aislinn to walk to the laundry room and grab a basket of clean laundry ready to be folded and then walk back towards the living room, Teagan had decided it was time for a new favorite toy. Yes, the toy broomstick her father had gotten her when they first moved. Aislinn had begged him not to give it to her, warned him she was still too young and unsteady on her own feet to be able to navigate a toy that magically hovered, but Cillian had insisted. She had been born into a family of natural flyers, she'd be just fine. Aislinn's objection wasn't as much towards Teagan's personal safety as it was more directed towards the breakables in their home.

Following her daughter's trail towards the dining room, Aiaslinn paused, gauging which direction the girl would head next. It wasn't that hard to figure out, really. Teagan had a lot of her father in her, and if Aislinn could figure his flying method out, she could definitely figure out her own child. "Teagan Raelin MacKenna!" She called out. A thought struck her suddenly as the name rang throughout the house. Soon, she wouldn't be 'MacKenna' anymore. Once Teagan's birth certificate and papers were amended, she'd officially be Teagan Raelin Gallagher. The simple thought caused a smile to appear on Aislinn's face, that was until she heard a crash and then the sound of glass shattering. "Teagan!" Turning on the spot, she leaned down just in time to scoop up Teagan before she zoomed by on her toy broomstick. The baby squealed excitedly as her mother wrapped her arms around her tiny body and smothered her cheeks with kisses.

Carefully, Aislinn stepped around the dining room table and peered into the hallway where the child had just been. As she suspected, the end table had been overturned and the flower vase now lay in a pile of broken glass, flowers and a puddle of water. Groaning, Aislinn turned away from the mess and walked back into the living room. Before setting Teagan down on the floor, the woman put up the baby gate leading to both the dining room and the hallway. She didn't even want to begin to start cleaning up the mess in the hall.

Aislinn was exhausted. She had been on her own with her baby girl all day, cleaning, unpacking what little there was left to put away, and entertaining, feeding, and enjoying every moment spent with her daughter. Despite having been a single mother for over a year and enduring all the responsibility that went along with it, Aislinn was still tired. Cillian had been gone all day, not that he really had a choice in the matter. He was working, playing in a professional quidditch match. A match Aislinn had hoped to attend today, but upon hearing the laundry list of things she needed to get done, Cillian had simply told her to stay home and not to worry. She would catch the next match. A match where he could properly show off his baby girl to his teammates and fans. How she loved that man. There wasn't one selfish bone in his body.

"Ma-ma?" Teagan blinked as she moved to sit up on her mother's stomach. Aislinn had laid down on the couch, Teagan still wrapped up in her arms. She had momentarily closed her eyes when Teagan had squirmed her way into a sitting position and was blinking down at her mother. Aislinn's eyes snapped open and she grinned at her daughter. "Yes, baby?" She reached out her finger and tapped the child's little button nose. She no longer cared how tired she was, how much grading she still had to complete before the weekend was through, nor how horrid her house looked at this moment in time. Like it had always been since the day she found out they had conceived a baby, Teagan was the only thing that mattered to her. Her smile only grew when Teagan looked down at the Tutshill Tornadoes emblem on Aislinn's shirt and excitedly hit it with an open hand.

"Da?" was the response that came from the tiny person sitting on her stomach.