No Rest For The Weary

Summary: I was bored and this just so happened to come out when I put my pen to paper. H/Hr.

Setting back in his chair Harry heaved a sigh of content. He had thought that after Hogwarts, after destroying Voldermont, that maybe he could have some time to relax. That had turned out to be nothing more then a pipe dream; his life was just as hectic now as it was back then. The only differences' were that instead of worrying about school he had to worry about work and instead of worrying about Voldermont running around he had to deal with his seven year old daughter, Lilith and his four year old son James constantly under foot.

But at that moment the kids were outside and it was Saturday, so no work and he actually got a chance to sit back in his recliner and do some real relaxing. With a grin he closed his eyes and let thoughts of Quidditch fill his head, the quaffle and bludgers, and of course the snitch.

A loud cry broke him from his thoughts and he shot up right. Pausing he listened, not hearing anything. He began to think he had imagined it. But then it came again and was fallowed by, "Oh My God! Harry!" Instantly on his feet Harry rushed to the kitchen. At first he didn't notice anything, and then he caught sight of two sets of white knuckles at the edge of the island counter. Hurrying over he looked down to his wife, who was squatting. "Hermione?! What wrong?" he asked as he took a hold of her arms, helping her to stand.

With a hiss she let him pull her up, "This one's done cooking." she hissed through gritted teeth.

Harry gave her a funny look before he looked to the oven, which only made him frown. "Hermione, the ovens off, what are you talking about?" he asked truly confused.

Taking a few calming breaths she leaned against the counter and Harry as she placed a gentle hand to her stomach, "No, Harry," she sighed, "The baby, I'm in labor." she explained.

Harry's eyes went wide, making her laugh weakly, "Oh!" he gasped before he led her to a chair. "You just sit here for one minute, just let me get the kids and your bag and we'll be off." with that he headed for the back door. His shout of, 'Lil, James, lets go!' was heard as he went.

Hermione smiled, their life may not be completely perfect, but at least they had their love. And the kids were diffidently a plus too!