P is for 'Pregnant'

A.N: Fluffy future-fic for all. Big thanks to my beta Emily.

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It was their tradition to spend every Saturday and Sunday morning reading the Muggle newspaper and the Daily Prophet. Afterwards, they would spend the rest of their morning making pancakes. It was simple, but it worked.

Hermione had always liked routines, especially this one. It had started back when she, Harry, and Ron were living together in a flat in London. Ron always slept in horribly late. Hermione would wake up early, and Harry would wake up soon after. The two would always find themselves reading the paper together and then making breakfast.

And then the next year, when all of a sudden they were a couple, the paper made its transition to being read in bed. Once they were married, and had moved, Hermione subscribed not only to the Prophet, but also a local Muggle newspaper. She and Harry would switch off between them, catching up on the week’s events, trading stories about embarrassing things politicians had done and laughing over annoyingly self-righteous editorials.

But this morning, it was all so very different. Hermione had barely said a word, instead choosing to concentrate on the paper. Well, not exactly concentrating. She had reread the same sentence over and over. “Passerby were amazed by the unusually large amounts of blood”. Lovely.

She was pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. Jesus, even the word was intimidating. Hermione had known since the day before. She’d taken the test, and it came out Positive with a capital P for Pregnant.

Hermione glanced over at Harry. He was sprawled on his stomach at the foot of the bed, engrossed with the front page.

She needed to tell Harry. She should be able to tell Harry. They were married after all. The last secret she’d kept from him had to do with what she was cooking for their anniversary dinner. When they’d gotten engaged, they had The Talk, and they both decided that yes, they wanted children. When they bought their new house (it was a lovely 19^th century manor house out in the country) Harry’s first comment was that Hermione had better have some kids soon, just so they could fill it up.

It was just she didn’t know how to tell him. Having a child was a very big deal. Should Hermione tell him during breakfast? That way they’d have the rest of the day to owl all the necessary people. Or maybe during dinner? It’d be a little more romantic then.

Harry interrupted her train of thoughts when he asked, “Hermione, have you seen anything about the Parliamentary elections recently? Because it was mentioned off-hand here, and I’ve been wanting to see who won for this area.”

“I’m pregnant.” Or, she could say it suddenly. It was kind of like a surprise to them both that way.

Harry stared up at her from the paper. He didn’t look upset. He just looked shocked.

“Pregnant,” he repeated slowly.

“Yes.”

“A baby.”

“Yes.”

Harry moved up the bed so he was level with her. He moved aside the fabric of her shirt and pointed at her stomach. “In there.”

“Hopefully, yes.”

Harry gently kissed her stomach. Then, he crawled to the top of the bed so that he was sitting next to her. Hermione couldn’t keep her eyes off him. Harry was giving her that Look, that intense staring-thing that he did. God, it still made her go weak at the knees.

Harry kissed her softly. “You’re going to have a baby.” He stated. In the same amazed tone, he added, “I’m going to be a father.”

Hermione watched with a smile as Harry’s expression changed from “shocked” to “crazily overjoyed”. He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her deeply while Hermione giggled into his lips.

“This is,” Harry said between kisses, “So wonderful. So happy.”

“Good,” said Hermione breathily, “Good. I was worried.”

Harry stopped kissing her. “Why would you be worried?”

“Well, this is a very big deal!” Hermione responded. “I didn’t know how you would react.”

“I’ve always wanted my own family, Hermione,” Harry told her, “And I’ve always wanted you to be a part of it. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Sinking into the bed with Harry, Hermione smiled contentedly, and the papers lay at the edge of the bed forgotten.