Matthew sat in his car in traffic on his way home from work. He was going to be late for the plans he had with his wife. And she was going to kill him. Matthew decided to call her, just so she didn't worry. Knowing her, she would. He picked up his phone and dialed her number. "Hi, I'm not here right now. Leave a message after the beep." beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep He hung up not really in the mood to leave a message.

The traffic moved a little, but not much. 10 minutes passed by so he called his wife again. Yet still, she didn't answer. Eventually after about 20 calls and 30 minutes of traffic, he arrived at his England home. Parking his car in the garage, he opened the front door. "Hermione!!!!!!" he yelled loudly. No answer. "Hermione!!!!!!!!!" Still no answer. Matthew quickly set down his briefcase and ran up the stairs to their room. He saw Hermione lying on the bed fast asleep, her hand resting on her growing belly.

"Hermione, sweetie. Wake up." He said softly kissing her forehead and rocking her back and forth. "5 more minutes, please." She mumbled. "Come on, honey. Please wake up." She finally 'woke up'. "What do you want?" she grunted opening her eyes. She saw who was waking her and turned away. "I'm not talking to you." She said softly. "Why? What's wrong?" he asked her very confused. "Because you broke off our date. I sat here waiting for at least an hour." Hermione told him, sitting up setting her arms on her pregnant belly. "Sweetie, I'm sorry. There was so much traffic. And I tried calling but you didn't answer."

"I didn't hear the phone ring. So I got really worried." She said a tear falling from her cheek. 'Hormones.' Matthew thought. "I'm sorry, 'Mione. But I can cook you dinner." She looked up at him, smiling. "Lasagna?" she asked. "Lasagna." He repeated. Hermione had been craving lasagna ever since she was 4 months pregnant. She kissed him lightly on the lips. "Thank you." She told him, getting up. "Oh my, I forgot to tell you. I went to the doctor today." Matthew automatically thought the worst. "Oh my God. What happened??? Is the baby okay??? Are you okay???" Hermione laughed. "Honey, I'm fine. But…" she stopped loving how the suspense was killing him. "WE'RE HAVING A BOY!!!!!!!" she exclaimed. Matthew's face lit up. "Bloody hell, a boy. My boy. Our boy. We're having a baby boy." He repeated, he still couldn't wrap his mind around it. He gave her a passionate kiss. She returned it by kissing him back. "I love you." Hermione told him. "Love you too, sweetie." He smiled.

After the very important news, they went down stairs and Matthew cooked dinner for his lovely wife. They celebrated that they would soon be the proud parents of a baby boy. "So I was thinking, for his name…" Hermione started. "I like Alexander." Matthew said before Hermione could say anything. "I like that Matthew. Alexander Scott. It's cute." "Alexander Scott it is then." Matthew told her. They toasted, Hermione with grape juice and Matthew with wine, to their baby and their love.

Once they finished dinner, they washed the dishes and watched a movie. Hermione ended up falling asleep on Matthew's chest. He recollected on how they met. After their 7th year at Hogwarts, both Matthew and Hermione went off to pursue their careers. Hermione as a 2nd grade muggle teacher and Matthew worked at the Ministry of Magic. They knew each other from Hogwarts and Matthew always knew she was the one he wanted to marry. And now he was. Plus she was pregnant with their child. Things couldn't be more incredible. 'What did I do to deserve this?' Matthew thought.

The next day, Matthew had to go to work and so did Hermione. "Honey!!!!!!!!!!!!! Have you seen my other sock!!!???" yelled Matthew desperately searching for the sock that he 'lost'. He sat on the bed that was next to the dresser. Matthew rummaged quickly. Hermione stepped out of the shower in her fluffy white bathrobe. "You mean this sock?" Hermione told him pulling a sock from under where Matthew was sitting. (He was sitting on it.) "Yeah, that sock." Matthew mumbled, embarrassed. Hermione laughed. "Oh, Matthew." She laughed more. Oh, her husband.

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