A/N: This was just something that popped into my head one day. Thought it would be a cute idea. So here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Zee. Sad, isn't it.
Zaphira sat up in the bad and tried not to groan at the heavy feeling over her stomach. She rubbed her eyes and noticed her bed mate was missing, though his spot was still warm. She swung her legs over the edge of the bad and the sudden movement almost had her running for the bathroom. Zaphira stood slowly, wincing at the cold wooden floors.
She huffed. The brunette slipped her feet into a pair of slippers and wobbled from the room, only wearing her underwear and her husband's old tee shirt. The hallway wasn't that long, and Zaphira could smell the scent of cooking food wafting through the apartment, but not even five minutes out of bed and her feet already hurt. She felt pathetic.
When she arrived at the door to the open kitchen, Zaphira leaned against the frame and watched the muscles of her husband's back roll as he cooked at the stove. She loved that he was still at home. After a moment, she walked further into the kitchen and wrapped her tin arms around one of his bulkier ones. He removed his arm from her grasp and instead wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her as close as he could. This action was made harder by Zaphira's bulging tummy.
Viktor kissed her head and set aside the pan he was holding. The hand that wasn't occupied with Zaphira's shoulder came to her stomach and pushed up her shirt until he could see the swollen belly of his pregnant wife. The Quidditch professional stooped a bit before laying soft butterfly kisses on the taunt skin. Zaphira laughed and twisted her fingers into dark locks.
"Knock it off," the Englishwoman said in her husband's native tongue.
She tugged on the hair between her fingers. he rose, pushing her shirt back down and gave her a swift but lingering kiss. Zaphira smiled.
"What's for breakfast?"