My Baby

My Baby

[[.by xolush.]]

Hermione paced through the rooms of the London flat she and Harry had shared since they had wed two years earlier. She was absolutely frantic, trying to find the words to tell her husband the news that would change his life -- their lives -- forever, news that could make or break their marriage.

It had been rocky since the beginning, and they both knew it. Constantly arguing over whose turn it was to do the laundry and who had kitchen duty, they had never really spent much time together, other than the occasional dinner date that ended, of course, with a passionate night of sex. But even after these nights, the couple fought.

She knew that Harry didn't want children. But, neither had been very responsible as of late and now she was pregnant. Imagine, she thought. Bringing a child into this hell. Hermione didn't know how she was going to tell her husband that they were going to have a baby, but she knew that eventually he'd find out; she might as well tell him now.

The clock in the dining room struck 6:30, and she knew he'd be home soon. Ten minutes or less, and it would be time to break the bad news to Harry. Oh, please let him be happy. Please let things turn out well tonight, Hermione thought to herself.

Sure enough, at 6:39 the door opened and Harry walked in, dropping his briefcase on the floor and sighing exaggeratedly. Hermione rushed to the door to take his things, smiling as surely as she could without breaking down into tears.

"Hi, doll," Harry smiled, and shut the door behind himself as he took a few steps inside. "How was your day?"

Hermione chewed on her bottom lip, a habit that Harry truly disliked but she was unable to break, and began:

"I have to tell you something, and you're probably not going to like it, and I don't even care any more." Harry raised an eyebrow and walked toward the sofa, where he plopped in a very un-gentlemanlike manner. When he nodded, she continued. "I went to the doctor today, and I found out something."

Immediately his eyes filled with concern. "Are you sick?"

"No... I'm pregnant," Hermione said as she sat down next to Harry. "I didn't have my period last month and it scared me, so I went to the doctor. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to worry you if it was just a false alarm. But it's not."

To Hermione, it seemed like hours before Harry spoke, but finally he said, "We have to get a bigger house."

The female Potter just stared at her husband in wonder, tears forming in her brown eyes. After recovering from a short bout of speechlessness, she said, “You’re glad? You’re ready to be a father? We’re going to be parents together?”

“We’re going to try. That is, if you want to,” Harry smiled.

“I want to. Oh, Merlin do I want to!”