Toast
A heavly pregnant Ginny Potter was saton the sofa, clutching a cup of tea and watching her stomach wriggle. She was one week over due and she was getting fed up. trels
The smell of half toasted bread reached her nostrels.
She halled herself to her feet, and waddled into the kitchen as fast as her nine month pregnant self could. She saw her husband, Harry Potter, stood in front of the toaster, waiting for the bread to pop up.
"Harry Potter!! What the bloody hell do you think you are doing!!" Ginny screamed at him.
"Making toast." Replied Harry. Who still, after being warned about the weasley women hormoneds , by Mr Weasly, still found them scary and bewildering. One minute Ginny wound be smiling and laughing, and he next she would be telling him off for breathing too loud.
"Well DON'T!! You always burn the bloody toast and the smell makes me feel sick! So step away form the toaster with your hands up!!
Harry poped up the toast and complied to Ginny's demands, it was always easier to do that, Mr Weasley told him that to.
"Thank you. I love you" She smiled, while she walked over to hug him, which was getting kind of difficult because of her huge stomach.
"I love you too. You're having our baby!"
"Hmmm . . . Don't I know it! I'm as big as a whale! I wish he'd get a move on."
"He?"
"Yes, he. He's going to be a boy."
"It could be a girl?"
"No he's a boy. You'll see, I'm right. I always am. And with that she turned and walked out the kitchen door.