Chapter 4- Pregnant
Harry arrived home to find Ginny sitting at the counter, looking pale and staring at a cold mug of tea. He could tell something was wrong
" Are you alright?" he asked, hurrying to her side. She was twisting something in her hands. He recognized it immediately. A pregnancy test
" Are you…"
" Yes" she answered before he could finish. Harry beamed down at her, and relief washed over her face. He lifted her up, laughing, and twirled her around the kitchen.
"I can't believe it!" he said
"Me, a father!"
" I know, crazy!" Ginny said sarcastically.
" don't be afraid, everything will be OK" he whispered in Ginny's ears as he pressed her head against his chest
"I know" she mumbled into the folds of his shirt as she took in the smell. Harry bent down on to his knees and pressed his ear lightly to her stomach, lifting up her shirt just slightly.
"You can't hear it yet!" Ginny said, swatting him and chuckling. He stood back up quickly and said
" Well, whatever's in there, I'll love it with all my heart." Ginny kissed Harry softly slowly, letting her taste linger on his tounge. She walked into the bedroom, leaving the door cracked just enough for Harry to see her slipping out of her pants. He sat for a minute on the kitchen counter, still pondering the the concept of being a dad.
" You better get in here before I dry up into an old hag!" Ginny yelled. She threw her panties out the door crack. Harry's eyes widened under his glasses. He rushed down the hallway, shinnying out of his pants and puling off his shirt as he went. He walked in to find Ginny on the bed, waiting for him as the afternoon light slanted in, catching tendrils of her hair, and the curves in her hips. He went to her, and kissed her slowly. He let his kisses trail down her body, on her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach. Ginny threw her legs abound his waist as he came back to her face. She could feel his hard body enter hers, and felt the need to release, but held on. Once again they moved in unison, letting their bodies work together. Slowly, they both reached their climax, letting go softly. For a little while they clung to each other, and quietly they pulled the covers over themselves and fell sound asleep.
Ginny awoke first. She unencumbered herself of Harry's arms, slipped out of bed and in to one of his old t-shirts. She looked at the clock. Almost 8. She padded back into the kitchen, and looked at the counter where the pregnancy test still lay on the counter, a tiny plus on the handle. She picked it up, and set it back down again. Right. Dinner. She thought. Ginny pulled out a pot for Ravioli, setting it on the stove to boil, and pointed her wand, that had been sitting by the microwave at the cabinet.
"Accio" she mumbled, and out zoomed the ingredients for tomato sauce. Slowly, they poured themselves into a pan sitting next the Ravioli on the stove, and they began to simmer. Harry walked in in his shorts, for the smell of the sauce had woken him. He wrapped his arms gently around her, placing his palms on her stomach.
"What do you think we should name it?" Ginny said
" I don't know. If you're not opposed to it, may be we could name it after my parents."
