My Baby

My Baby

[[.by xolush.]]

Harry Potter smiled as happily as he could. I don't get it, he thought to himself. I thought we were being safe; I thought we didn't want children yet. It became a little harder to hold a happy smile, so he took the opportunity to hug Hermione as tightly as possible. "I am so happy we're going to have a child," he whispered into her ear.

Hermione squeezed her husband's waist. "I'm just so glad you want to carry through with this. I was afraid you'd not want a child."

"Honey, I want whatever you want."

"I want to prepare for our child!" Hermione grinned and began bustling around the room. "We need to move into a larger flat; this one just isn't big enough to be raising a child in. And when are we going to tell my parents? What will Ron say?"

Harry grabbed Hermione's hands. "Calm down. We have nine months before we have to bring this child into the world. Plenty of time."

"No... not plenty of time."

Another raised eyebrow.

"Erm... I'm nearly three months pregnant, Harry."

Harry's face went as red as the shirt he was wearing. "You're what? How can you miss one period and be three months pregnant?"

"I don't know! The doctor said it happens sometimes. It's not all that uncommon, Harry!" Tears formed in Hermione's eyes as she looked at her husband. "Are you sure you want to keep this child? I can put it up for adoption. I can have an abortion. If you don't want it, I can't just raise it by myself, Harry."

"I don't know what I want. I don't think we're stable enough to raise a child right now, Hermione. I don't know if we're ready to have a baby. We don't have the money. We don't even have a conversation anymore without it ending in a fight. How are we going to have a baby?"

At this point, Hermione took it upon herself to begin gathering her purse and keys.

"Where are you going?"

She looked at him as hard as she could without crying. "I'm going to the doctor. It's not too late --"

"You're not getting an abortion, Hermione."

"Harry, you don't even want this child! I can't raise it by myself, and I don't want to. I'm not going to give birth to a baby that I won't raise for all its life."

"Hermione. I do want a child. I want to raise a baby with you. I want to be there when our child goes to school for the first day and I want to be there when we become in-laws and grandparents. I don't know how we're going to manage it, but I do know that we will, and that I'm not going to stand by and let you get rid of the baby we conceived."

Now the tears were flowing freely from Hermione's eyes. "Harry, I'm scared. What if we're not good parents? Hell, I'm not even a good wife. How am I going to be a good parent?"

"Baby, you're going to be great. We're going to be great."