AN: It's been awhile since I've updated this...Writer's Block kind of took over. Now that the first part of that is done, time to focus on other pieces; this one the most. I'm not overly thrilled with how this went but it's more a filler piece for me to get back into writing the story then anything.


"Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you awake?"

"No."

"Then how did you just answer me?"

"Sleep talking."

"Oh."

...

"Harry?"

"What Ruth?"

"I'm worried?"

Opening his eyes, Harry turned his head and looked over at his wife, just making her shadow out in the darkened room. Shifting onto his side, he propped his head up with his hand and reached out with his other, sliding it into her hair. Feeling her shift further into his touch, he moved across the bed until his stomach was pressing into her side.

"What's wrong?"

Turning onto her side, she moved until her small bump pressed against his stomach. Wrapping her arm over his waist, she pulled herself closer.

Harry smiled and let his hand slide through her hair, his lips pressing softly against the strands.

"We haven't picked a name yet."

Pausing mid caress, Harry pulled back and looked down at her.

"You woke me up in the middle of the night because we haven't picked any names yet?"

"It's important!"

"Ruth, we're only two months pregnant. There's still seven more months until we need to worry about having a name ready. We don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet and won't for weeks."

Moving her arm from around his waist, she rolled onto her back and away from him. "Forget it. I should have known."

Frowning, he moved further onto her side of the bed until his stomach pressed against her back. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew her closer. "Should have known what?"

"That you don't care about this baby."

"Excuse me? You and this baby mean the world to me. Whatever would give you the idea that I didn't?"

"You're not worried about what our child's name is going to be!"

"You're right, I'm not worried." Feeling her tense, he pulled her closer and pressed his lips next to her ear. "Let me finish. I'm not worried because I know we'll figure it out. Together. We've seven months to work on finding a name. And doing everything else we need to to be ready for peanut."

Feeling her relax, he moved his hand down her side until it rested on her stomach, completely covering the small bump there. "What brought this on?" he asked softly.

"Hormones."

"While I know your hormones are all over the place, they haven't woken you in the middle of the night to argue about us not having a name for peanut. So what's really bothering you?"

"How do you know it's not just hormones?"

"I don't - I'm just hoping there isn't seven more months of late night chats about ... stuff."

Snuggling back into his arms, she let her hand rest over his. "Jane called tonight." she said softly as she bit her bottom lip. "I forgot to tell you when you came back from walking Scarlet."

Frowning again, he let his thumb rub small circles on the fabric of her t-shirt. "What'd she want?"

"Well ..."


AN2: I know - what a nasty little place to leave off. Why is Jane calling Harry's? What did she say to Ruth? Hmmm. The mystery.