Neville was sleeping soundly next to her, while she was wide awake, thinking. What if I'm not good enough? How will we take care of it? What will Neville say? It was so unexpected...
"Han." She turned and saw her husband rubbing his eyes and looking at her. "What's wrong?"
"Hmm," she sighed. "Nothing." She turned to the window beside the bed, searching the starry sky with her eyes.
"You sure, love?" Neville sat up next to his wife and kissed her on the forehead. Hannah's cat, Henry, jumped up on the bed and rubbed itself against her stomach.
"Yeah, really, I'm fine." Hannah sighed and leaned against her husband's chest. She placed a single hand on her stomach.
"Stomach hurt, Han?"
"No, it's fine." Neville was becoming more and more confused.
"Then why are you up?"
"Just thinking." Hannah still didn't make eye contact with her husband, which made him slightly nervous.
"About what?"
"Hmm," she grumbled. "Us."
"Yeah, what about us?" Now, Neville was becoming curious.
"I dunno. I guess I'm thinking about a little one, that's all."
Neville shot straight up. "What do you mean, little one?"
"You know, little boy, or girl."
"You mean, Han, you're-"
"What?"
"Pregnant." Those words seemed so strange to Hannah. Sometimes, when she was little, she tought it was a little nasty. You know, how someone got. . . never mind. Hannah turned back to her husband.
"Yes. I'm sorry," she whispered. Neville looked like he was going to jump off the walls.
"Hannah, it's wonderful! I'm going to be a dad!" He grabbed Hannah and smothered her with kisses. She giggled. It was all fun, until someone gets hurt.
"Ok-kay, oka-ay, Neville. Go to bed!"
"I can't now!"
"What do I have to do to get you to shut up and go to sleep?"
"Take a nap with me," Neville pleaded.
Stupid Gryffindor.
"I always do that. Don't I?"
"Yes. Here. Now," he said in a goofy 'commander' voice.
"Yes, Master." Hannah rolled her eyes and curled up against Neville. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, leaving a large, warm hand on her stomach.
