A/N: Hey! Please review! Oh, and the first two chapters were in Frank's POV, while the last one and the rest will be Roxanne's :D

Month Four – 16 Weeks – December 19

Roxanne brushed her teeth, careful not to make them bleed. This was something both Dominique and Victoire and lectured her about two weeks ago. She subconsciously touched her belly with her left hand, the one that wasn't holding the brush. She could tell that her tummy was expanding slowly.

The baby took up her mind constantly. They had firmly decided to get the gender at her next check-up, which would occur in a month. But today was a very special day – they were painting their baby's nursery. As they didn't know which gender, they had decided on a multi gender colour. Their baby's room was going to be painted bright red. Roxanne was looking forward to it and could think of nothing else.

She finished brushing her teeth and used the restroom. She had just started washing her hands as Frank walked in.

"Just the right timing, I suppose?" Frank winked, wrapping a protective arm around her. Roxanne smiled and nodded.

"You could say that," Roxanne grinned, pecking him on the cheek.

"I still can't believe that I'm finally a father," Frank murmured, smiling at Roxanne.

"I can't believe that I'm truly a mother. Except, of course, when I see my fat belly in the mirror," Roxanne laughed.

"You aren't fat, you're pregnant," Frank told her softly.

"I know, I know," Roxanne rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, are we still doing the nursery today?" Frank questioned. Roxanne laughed and nodded.

"Have you still got the paint?" She asked, flipping her glossy black hair over her shoulders. Frank grinned.

"Of course, my dear lady," Frank declared. Roxanne smiled widely, showing off her sparkling white teeth, "Accio paint!" Two tin pots almost spilled red paint all over the bathroom floor as they rushed towards Frank. Roxanne's miniscule amount of freckles blushed at Frank's eagerness to please her.

"Awesome. Let's go and paint this room!" Roxanne hooted with excitement. Frank grinned.

"Alright!" He replied with equal enthusiasm. He hovered around Roxanne, carrying the paint in his hands, until they got to the baby's nursery. It was bare, but had one window overlooking the back garden, which was lit up by daisies.

"I can't believe it," Roxanne sighed breathlessly as she waddled over to the door, "One day our baby will be able to look out this window. Our baby, Frank," Roxanne felt tears of happiness litter her eyes and wiped them away hastily. She knew Frank would go crazy if he saw her crying.

"I know," Frank nodded. Roxanne smiled and took one bucket of paint out of his hand.

"Roxanne!" Frank cried, before hurrying behind her and sliding his arms under her armpits to support her. She glared at him.
"Frank, I can walk," She reminded him sharply. He blushed and removed himself from her.

"I know, I know, I'm just so nervous!" He groaned. Roxanne laughed.

"Don't worry about it, so am I," She smiled. Frank sighed.

"That's a relief. I thought I was the only one," He smiled cheerfully. Roxanne grinned.

"Let's start painting, Mr Care-A-Lot," Roxanne grinned. Frank rolled his eyes.

"Alright, Mrs I-Don't-Care-A-Lot," Frank stuck his chin out at her and she poked her tongue out. They both took a bucket of paint (despite Frank's insistence that he did it all and that Roxanne should rest) and began to paint. Roxanne enjoyed herself as she watched the walls become speckled with red.

"Seems like a bit of pressure to become a Gryffindor, doesn't it?" Frank asked Roxanne as they painted the walls carefully, cocking his head to one side. Roxanne shrugged.

"Nah. It's just the colour red. It's not like we've got a whole bunch of banners up everywhere," Roxanne grinned. Frank chuckled.

"I suppose so," He grinned. They both stood back and admired their work; the walls were now entirely red.

"I want to do something," Roxanne announced, drawing her wand out of her pocket, "Accio cot,"
A cot that Roxanne had bought a week ago came flying in. It was red and already had a mattress in it with an unisex wool knitted blanket covering it, a gift from Roxanne's Grandmother. She sat it down under the window.

"Perfect," Frank remarked, kissing her on the cheek.

"Completely," Roxanne nodded in agreement.

Things couldn't be better.