#ashley and i couldnt come up with a name for rigby for like

[spellnbone]

Rigby and the Phoenix | Part II

Time: Night, March 28th Place: Ladbroke Terrace, London Status: Closed, Self-Para

[ Part I ]

“And she’s still okay with giving it up?”

“Oh, yes, she is just the darlingest,” Andros smiled, sipping on his coffee. “She’s so eager to study law, I don’t think she would’ve kept the baby even if we hadn’t been there.”

“Law?” 

Andros nodded. “She’s got a scholarship for Cambridge.” 

Edgar raised his eyebrows. “That’s one of those … Ivy League schools, isn’t it?”

Andros laughed. “Ivy League is for the US, but yes, it’s similar to that.” A pause. “Better, of course.” 

Edgar took a sip of his coffee as well, not trying to hide how impressed he was. “Your child will be terribly smart then. I suppose by the age of four it’ll have surpassed Rigby’s reading level.” 

Andros nearly did a spit-take. Collected himself. Swallowed. Smiled. “She.”

“Hm?”

“It, the baby, it’s probably a she.” 

“Oh, you’ve finally went to find out?” 

Andros shook his head. “But Rigby brought in one of your brujas and had her throw dirt at Evgenia’s belly, so-...” He stopped himself, taking in a sharp breath. “I’m sorry, was that offensive?”

Edgar only raised a hand in a semi-shrug.

“I was surprised that Rigby went for such a method. But I guess fatherhood is supposed to change people.”

“Laura was the same,” Edgar said, softly. “She left England and all its traditions the moment she turned 17, but the moment she learnt about being pregnant, with Dell, she was all about freshening up on British traditions. I suppose something in us, deep down, always knows they’re traditions for a reason, and never stops believing in their effect. Or at least their beauty.”

Andros smiled. 

The door opened. Both their gazes jumped up and found Rigby, dressed in a raincoat and confusion.

“Mátia, your brother-,”

“What are you doing here?” Rigby cut into Andros’ words.

“I’m here to see you.”

“I don’t want to see you. And I forbid you come anywhere near Andros and me ever again. You’re dangerous.” 

“Rigby!” Andros exclaimed, appalled. He knew of course that Edgar and Rigby hadn’t been on the best terms since Yule, but this was a tone he had not yet witnessed.

Neither had Edgar. He rose to his feet. “I just need to make sure you won’t tell anyone.”

“Do you think I have a death wish? Now leave.” 

Edgar sighed, set his cup on the table and turned to Andros to thank him for the coffee, but before he could even open his mouth Rigby thundered out a: 

“Out!” 

And Edgar, the startle only in his bones but not on his features, nodded and left.