Pillowtalk
Hermione looked down at her growing belly as Harry was curled up on her side, his hand resting underneath the large bulge. They were exhausted — between getting everything ready for the baby, hosting her parents, and Harry's long hours at work they were too tired to do anything else but lay in their bed.
She sighed and rubbed her stomach. "Any day now and our sweet baby boy will be here."
Harry grinned sleepily, his eyes shut. "I know, he doesn't seem like he wants to come out." He leaned in and pressed a kiss against her skin. The baby kicked as he pulled away.
"He's kicking again," Hermione said, placing her hand over the spot. "He likes when you do that."
"I am excited to meet him, but I feel like we are missing something."
"You're just saying that because it's been chaos here. I thought my parents would help with that, but it seems they have only made things worse."
Hermione turned over to her side, which was tricky in her very pregnant state. "We can do this, Harry we can."
"I know. I just don't want to forget anything."
"And if we do? It will be okay," she reassured him. She rotated back to her back once more and then flung her legs over the side of the bed to get up.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked, sitting up, squinting at her.
Hermione snorted. "Your son won't stop kicking me in the bladder."
Harry threw a pillow in her direction as she waddled toward the bathroom connected to their bedroom. "Hey! Why is he only my son when he doing something unpleasant?"
Hermione just shrugged and continued walking before stopping. She felt a small popping sensation from in between her legs, and some fluid ran down her leg. Touching the inside of her thigh, and bringing her hand to her face, she noticed it was clear fluid.
"Uh, Harry?"
"Hermione? What is it?" Her husband's voice was no longer filled with sleep but was alert and loud. He must have sensed the panic in her voice as he rushed over to her where she was standing. "What's wrong?" he asked again.
"I think my water just broke."
"You think?"
She slapped him on the arm. "I know my water just broke. I'll be fine, I just need to get to the bathroom to take care of the mess."
"Do you need—"
"I don't need help. Please get our bag of packed things and me a change of clothes."
Harry nodded briefly and reluctantly left her side. She could hear him throwing open drawers, the closet door squeaking. She walked the rest of the way into the bathroom and leaned against the counter. And despite the intensity of the situation, she smiled.
Soon, they would have their baby boy in their arms. And shower him with all of the love he deserved.
