Harry had adjusted to the news of the baby better than Hermione had thought he would. He had spent the last four months telling anyone who would listen. She didn't think he'd be able to wait until the baby was born. They had already started picking out names and Harry had started painting the nursery as soon as they had moved in. He had chosen a lovely pale lemon colour and it just looked superb.
Placing the test back into the box, she pulled out a plastic key tag with their address written on it. The original key tag from the day they moved into the house.
Harry placed the last box into the backseat of the car and smiled as Hermione came out the front of the building. She had been showing almost since the day they had found out and she was glowing with happiness.
He kissed her when she reached the car and grinned broadly at her.
'Well, that's it,' she said almost sadly. 'I'm going to miss that flat.'
'You won't for long. You've got a whole house to think about now. Think of all the decorating and renovating we can do.'
'I know. It's all terribly exciting, isn't it?'
'It's all terribly grown up,' Harry remarked. He was still amazed that he was married, now he added the amazement of owning his own house and having a child on the way.
The house was a half hour drive from the flat they had shared. They had found it quite innocently after attending Hermione's doctors appointment. Her doctor was only just up the road and driving back home they had spotted the for sale sign. And they knew it had to be fate that they were meant to have that house, as the realtor turned up as they were staring at the exterior and let them in for a tour.
Harry had made an offer that day and they got the phone call that afternoon that it had been accepted.
And now finally, three months later, they were moving in. Hermione's parents had hired a small truck that morning and had gone ahead of them and unloaded the furniture. Much to Hermione's disdain, Harry refused to let her have anything to do with the move and she had felt utterly useless why her parents and Harry packed the truck.
'We're here,' Harry said, pulling the car into the driveway. He jumped out quickly and ran around to Hermione's side of the car and opened the door for her.
'Honestly Harry, I can get out of the car on my own!'
They stood on the front lawn and stared at the house.
'We own this,' she whispered to herself, searching through her handbag for the keys.
Harry put his arm around her shoulder as they walked up the front path and Hermione admired the roses lining the path. She couldn't wait to get stuck in and do some gardening- she could have this place looking so nice.
Once they reached the front doors Harry took the keys and unlocked the door and swung it wide open. And the without warning he scooped Hermione up in his arms and carried her into the house. She laughed hysterically, she wasn't expecting Harry to do such a thing.
'Welcome home, my love,' he whispered, putting her down again. 'Welcome to the rest of your life.'