"One Month Later"
"I'm pregnant." She muttered, sipping her soup. He stopped eating, but didn't look up at her. He had been dreading this, ever since they had started trying to have a baby, well, ever since she started trying to have a baby.
"Congratulations." He replied, in a dull tone. She knew he wasn't happy; she could tell by the way he acted and his rigid form. They were both quiet for the rest of the meal. After they were finished, she decided to take a bath. She waited until he disappeared into his private library/study. She heard the door lock and she knew he emerge for quite awhile. She walked down the hall to the bathroom and turned on the water to fill up the tub. She heard him pacing above her. She would probably be given the cold shoulder tonight.
She undressed and stepped into the water. It was hot and it felt good. She sunk down deep into the water as she thought about what she was going to do. She already knew Severus wasn't going to have anything to do with the baby. So she was on her own. She went completely under the water, and then came back up, taking a deep breath. She washed off and got up. She, then, dried off and put on a silk nightgown. The pacing had stopped. She put her dirty clothes and wet towel in the hamper, and then upstairs. There was no light coming from under the study door, so he must be in their bedroom. She opened the door.
Their bedroom was the biggest room in the house, next to his study. It was decorated in Slytherin colors, since he allowed her to decorate the rest of the house to her liking. There was king size dark mahogany canopy bed, that had black silk sheets and a green and silver silk comforter, with matching pillows. The drapes, that hung over the big bay windows were black and the carpet was green. The wardrobe, nightstands and make up desk matched the bed. He wasn't there. But she could hear the water running the bathroom that connected to the bedroom. She sat down at the make up desk and started brushing her hair. He soon walked in, wearing his usual sleeping attire, a gray nightshirt and black sleeping pants. His hair was damp and brushed back away from his face. He didn't say a word as he pulled back the sheets and climbed in. He turned on the lamp by the bed and picked up the book on the table, Sherlock Holmes. He, then, put on his reading glasses; not many people knew that he needed glasses. When she finished, she climbed in beside him. He still ignored her as she lay back against the pillows. He, finally, sat the book down and turned off the light. He turned onto his side so his back was facing her. She stared up at the ceiling; it was going to be a long nine months.
"I love you, Severus." She whispered, as she turned onto her side, as well.
