Parents

Part 1: Excitement

At first it was just a blip.

The small blip amongst the black screen that existed but effected nothing more than existing there.

But that blip quickly turned into the forming of something more magical than anything they've ever experienced before.

"Good morning!" Draco happily says as he rolls over and finds Hermione sitting up in bed munching on a piece of dry plain toast. "This is why there's crumbs stuck to my back every time I wake up. Haha."

"Sorry..." Hermione drones tiredly as she finishes her toast. Morning sickness has been hitting her harder than she remembered it had. But she also didn't expect it to be following her into her sixth month of pregnancy either .

"Haha, it's alright. How's our little peanut today?" Draco asks as he sits up on his right elbow and kisses her stomach that has gotten noticeably bigger.

"Sitting on my bladder and flipping my stomach like a pancake. You really need to get a handle on your child." Hermione groans and Draco looks up from giving her belly kisses.

"My child?"

"Yes, when they're punishing me with nausea and constant peeing- they're your child." Chuckling, Draco sits up and pulls her close to him.

They could have learned the gender two months ago, but both agreed they wanted to be surprised. Both had the feeling it was going to a boy as a spitting image of his father- but it was nice to dream that it could be it's own free spirit.

"Is that how this goes?"

"Don't smirk. Why are you smirking?" She looks at him curiously and doesn't regard his movements as anything suspicious- until she feels his hand between her legs and his mouth suckling at he breasts. It's been abnormally hot for her lately and she refuses to wear clothes before 7:00 in the morning- always going to bed nude or at least in a very very loose fitting tee-shirt. "Mhmm...
Draco...don't..."

"You want me to stop? Because your body says otherwise." He smizes and she moans as his first two finger enter her.

"That's beside the point." She involuntarily spreads her legs wider and he really takes advantage of it.

"I just want to pleasure my gorgeous wife. Is that a crime?" He asks while his third digit slides inside her. When he looks up at her, he notices her torment twisted face. "Darling? What's wrong?"

Pulling his fingers from her and sitting all the way. Looks her over and doesn't understand her tears that are slowly leaking from her eyes.

"Hermione? Baby, please- talk to me."

"I'm hid...hideous...." She begins to cry and he knows this is just part of the hormones. They've been fluctuating like crazy lately. One day she happier than a Niffler finding shiny things and then angrier than a Mountain Troll. Today, he feels she's going to be Moaning Myrtle.

And not the good kind of moaning either.

"What are you talking about? Darling you are absolutely sexy and gorgeous."

"I'm f...fat..."

"You're not fat. You're pregnant. That's our baby. Not your body weight." He states and she just keeps crying.

"I'm a whale..."

"No! You're my brilliant wife who's carrying our son or daughter. You are so sexy right now. Why do you think I want to pleasure you? Because you're irresistible and I love your baby tummy." She takes a few moments to stop crying and looks at him with a quivering lip.

"Really?"

"Yes! Absolutely! I love you so much. You're so fucking sexy Hermione. I couldn't do any better than you." She begins to find her smile and he grins widely. "There's that breath taking smile I fell in love with."