DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter characters, settings, or plots.
"Ron?" I felt a tap on my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the noise before I realized it was my wife. I rolled over onto my side and looked at her. She was lying on her back, her head up against the pillow on our bed. The moon was shining through the window and it gave her skin a trace of bluish glow. I wiggled up next to her, hugged her around her extremely swollen belly, and pulled her gently into me.
"Yeah, Mione?" I whispered, rubbing my face in her soft hair.
"Er, well, I have to go to the bathroom." She replied softly. I could feel her face starting to blush under me and I let her go. I looked at her again, expecting her to get up and walk to the loo. She saw me looking at her and blushed even harder.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, you see, I can't get myself up." She attempted to roll herself up, pushing with her hands. But her stomach was too inflated, and she fell backwards back onto the pillow. "Help me?"
I almost felt like laughing with glee. My Mione was too pregnant to get herself up off the bed and go to the bathroom. Suddenly I was laughing.
She glared at me, and tried to get herself up again. She failed. She tried again and again and again while I was laughing. Tears were pouring down my face and I couldn't see. I finally regained control of myself and looked over to see her turned away from me. I could hear her crying into the pillow.
I instantly felt absolutely horrible. It had already been hard for Hermione to adjust to being pregnant; not being able to paint her own toenails, being constantly forced to sit down, taking time off of work. And now I had laughed at her because she couldn't get herself up. What made it worse was the fact that she was carrying my baby.
"Aw, Mione. Come here. I didn't mean to laugh at you." I tried to hug her again but she pushed me away and started crying harder. "Come on, baby. I didn't mean to make you cry. I just love how you look when I have to help you. It's refreshing."
She turned around and glared at me through her tears. "So it's funny that I'm too pregnant to do anything for myself? It's amusing that I have to have help to do the simplest things? It's humorous that you're my knight in shining armor when I'm not the bloody princess?" Shit. She was more pissed off then I expected she was.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and walked towards the door, not intending to walk out it. Right as I could have walked out the door I heard her whimper behind me. I kept walking and arrived at her side of the bed, where she was now facing me. She rolled onto her back and I pulled her up gently, bracing her back and shoulder as I did so. When she was sitting up, I put my arms behind her back and under her knees, and picked her up like I had when she wasn't pregnant. Mind you, she was a hell of a lot heavier, but she still wasn't heavy enough to make me unable to carry her.
I walked to the bathroom, her arms around my neck. I realized that she had forgiven me (she's very hormonal). I sat her down gently and waited outside while she did her business. When she got out I helped her waddle back to the bed and laid her down gently before rolling tiredly into bed next to her.
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her head.
Just remember, I told myself, it'll all be worth it in the end.
A/N:After I was watching CSI: NY (Lindsay just recently had her baby! Awwh, so cute) I totally wanted to write a pregnancy story. So this is what I came up with. Good? Bad? Review :)