Think of the Fishies!
elmoruthPotterfan6
One-shot
Author Notes:
Hello there! I don't usually write anything but Harry Potter and a few Twilight stuff so I am shocked that this worked. Actually, I have another 'This Lullaby' story on the works that I worked on before I even thought of this! So, wow! This idea just popped in my head…like a little plot Rodent 'present'. It stayed with me until like 6 ½ hours until I typed it down at night where my good ideas get typed on WORD. It took about two hours to type it all. I originally thought of half of it and then decided as I was typing that it was really short so added a whole bunch of extra stuff I wanted to happen after the book left off.

Another added note
I just got done reading 'This Lullaby' for the about fifth time. :
also no fishies were harmed in the making of this one-shot!

Disclaimer
I don't own anything related to, in this story, about 'This Lullaby'. Not the characters or anything! sob I can wish can't I?

I stepped into the bathroom and shivered slightly as my feet touched the little off white tile squares on the floor. Walking to the shower I loosened the cotton blue robe I put on a few minutes ago. It gently touched my slowly swelling ankles. Oh God, I need a shower badly, I thought.

Pushing the scarlet and tan curtain and then the clear, plastic cover curtain away, I turned on the hot first; I felt the streaming water pulsing down the overhead shower faucet. Then I turned the cold. Hot steam rolled out of the shower and I felt it on my exposed ankles and bear feet. I pulled the elastic out of my hair and shook it. Untied the small knot above my bellybutton and let my robe fall to my hands by my sides. Lastly I hung it on the back of the bathroom door. It took all I had to not look down at myself as I so have in the past few months.

When I stepped into the shower I sighed as the water trickled down my morning tired body and washed off the stink of the rolled-out-of-bed smell. I turned around so it could do the same with my strawy, oil hair.

"Remy? You in here?" called a voice.

"No, some stranger using your shower," I replied back, smiling at myself as I did so.

"Ah, there you are, I thought you were going to sleep all day, darling!" he said over the running water.

"I couldn't,"



"So I see,"

There was a pause. Then shuffling towards me in the shower. I heard him pull the curtains away for his head to poke through.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, slapping this hands and pushing the curtains back. He growled loudly.

"No fair! We can save water if we shower at the same time! Think of the fishies! Are you that self centered, Remy?" I only replied with a laugh.

"So…I have been thinking…" Dexter started, a little muffled behind the curtains and water.

"And…?" I prompted, grabbing the shampoo.

"And I think that I…and…your father are similar…"

"In the he's-my-father type of way?" I asked, shampooing my hair.

"Well, that's obvious; of course…I mean…that you know…our first CD- in his case basically only CD that counted- had one song that grew into a phenomenon…about and for you… The same song for the same girl. But I had the pleasurable experience to have met you. And I, for one, will not leave your side and wither away without you,"

I stopped scrubbing my hair to think about what he was saying. It was random, yes, but that was Dexter for you. All and all, I loved him for it.

"And what, pray tell, made you come to this conclusion?" I asked, turning to wash the sweet smelling foam out of my hair.

"I don't know. It just hit me- like BANG!" he clapped his hands once to further his point.

"Ah, so nothing at all?"

He didn't say anything, but I could see him shrug.

"Hmm, interesting," I sighed.

It was quiet again. I put and washed conditioner out of my hair. It has been well over two years since we met. Thinking back and remembering how weird the first summer was. My mother's fifth wedding, the weird breakup, Paul, the Rubber Records people, cheating, ungrateful Don, and the awesome getting back together part. Nothing much weirder could it get…or so I thought.

I hear a rustling of clothes and Dexter emerged totally naked through the opening of the curtains.

"Dexter, honey," I started, "honestly!"



He pulled my left arm and I spun around against him, my back to his front. As weird as it first was, it wasn't anymore since he had done it five times already. I sighed as he lifted my ring hand to examine the ring he gave me on our wedding day almost seven months ago. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. We were as in love as that wonderful day. My mom cried as did Jennifer Anne. His mom was cold shouldered until we got a few drinks in her at the reception then she was ever so happy her 'little boy got married. Never would have thought it would happen, but here's the day!' I think those were her exact words. I danced with my mom instead of the 'Father Dance' to the original 'This Lullaby' and basically tearing a little. Then Jess laughed at me after and I regretted making her one of my three bride's maids. Chloe and Lissa were the other two.

Dexter kissed my neck and it brought me back to the now cramped shower. We had a small two bedroom one bathroom house, his suggestion; only he agreed that he had to be a little less messy, and me, well, being done with my two years of school and all. He had been quite better on that part but Monkey was another story. The only little downside to the house was that the only bathroom had a stand in shower meaning no bath. So I have to drive to my mom's to soak in her bathtub what feels like everyday. Not that she minds. She's a little deep with her autobiography at the moment. I think this is a healthy change from her newest book, the one after 'The Choice' that finished when I began college.

I sighed as he wrapped my arms around me. It felt normal being so close to him with or without clothes. I really didn't want to leave.

"Can I?" He asked, his hands hovering over my belly.

It was now protruding over almost every shirt I own. I couldn't even see my feet anymore! I actually miss them and it was only, what, five months? I hate to think what more torture I will go through in four more. But then again, as Dexter pointed out many, many times, that my stomach wasn't big to begin with and the baby wasn't helping any... Neither was my 'small frame'. Mom was happy when she found out. No, wait; happy is putting it mildly; overjoyed was the word along with ecstatic. And Jennifer Anne and Chris were new proud parents of a little baby Emma Marie, who just turned eight months yesterday. She has Jennifer Anne's face structure and hair but she had the Starr's wonderful eyes. And as far as I can tell, and to Jennifer Anne's gratefulness, she's growing up to be a little princess. I just hope if mine was a girl, she'd be a little more like me and not so girly-girly.

I nodded to Dexter who was still patiently waiting my reply. He carefully placed his warm hands on my bare stomach on both sides and I put mine on his. He leaned is head on my shoulder and smiled widely. He told me many times that he doesn't mind what the gender was only that it is healthy and happy. But I think he secretly wishes it will be a girl so he can spoil her. I agree that it should be happy and healthy but I secretly hope for a boy.

I received a row of kicks from inside the bunny-hole. Dexter's eyes got even bigger I was afraid that they'd pop out of their sockets.

"Was that…?"



"Well it wasn't my stomach," I laughed as the little one kicked a few more times again, "I think that's baby Morris Code for 'Hi, Daddy!' don't you think?"

And all he said was, "I'm going to be a daddy."

"Well I hope so 'cause this watermelon you put in me is yours. And I think I read it somewhere that pregnancy leads to an infant, if I'm not mistaking."

"Ah, Remy, not light on the jokes, not even whilst pregnant," he kissed my cheek.

"Nope!"

And we just stood there, like we have no choice, in the shower, holding on to my belly.

"What about the fishies now? Hmm?" I asked, startling him.

"Oh, right," he said as he turned off the water.

"You're not going to wash up?"

"Nah, I'm clean enough,"

"Unbelievable!"

-X-

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