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"Harry," I call from my spot on the sofa.

"Yes dear?"

"Will you bring me some pickles?"

"Just pickles, Gin?"

"Yes, no, um…" I say scratching my belly and trying to figure out what I wanted on my snack, "oh, some peanut butter. Will you put peanut butter on my pickles please?"

"Only for you dear," Harry teases from the kitchen.

I rub my hand on my belly as I listen to the sounds of Harry's snack preparations from the kitchen. I wiggle my toes and try to see them over my belly, but fail.

"Here you go, love," Harry says, handing me a plate of peanut butter covered pickles. I lift up my feet so he can sit and then I place them in his lap.

"Mmmmm," I say, taking a bite, "this tastes perfect! Thank you so much!"

"Only you Gin," Harry replies, shaking his head as he starts to rub my swollen feet.

"Hey, don't judge me! If anyone deserves the judging on my craving it's your son! There is no doubt that James is your child from the odd meals he wants."

"My son?! On no I think he gets these weird things from you, Mrs. Potter," Harry says chuckling as I try to sit up enough to playfully smack him. Once I give up trying to get him, Harry leans over and ruffles my hair, "you're perfect Gin."

I can see the adoration in his eyes and it makes me tear up. "I love you Harry."

"I love you too, Gin," Harry replies helping me into a sitting position, then pulling me into his embrace.

I snuggle into him and breathe in his scent as he strokes my hair. We remain like this for a while until suddenly, "Harry."

"Yes dear."

"I have to pee. Help me up. Now."

"Alright," says Harry, pulling me to my feet. "There you go."

I walk down the hall to the bathroom. As much as I love my son, he likes to dance on my bladder at the most inconvenient times. I do my business and return to the couch where I find Harry eating out of a bowl of ice cream. "I want some," I say easing my way down next to him.

"What happened to your peanut buttery pickles?" Harry asks, raising his eyebrows.

"They don't sound good anymore."

"Then what sounds 'good' now?" Harry questions, teasing me with a spoonful of his chocolate brownie ice cream, before feeding it to me.

"Mmmm, that tastes heavenly."

"I know," Harry laughs, taking another bite, then getting a spoonful for me. I open my mouth waiting for my bite when Harry takes a fingerful of ice cream and puts it on my nose.

"Potter!" I exclaim, trying to feign anger but dissolving into giggles.

"That's what you get for mooching off my dessert!" Harry laughs as he leans over to kiss the chocolate off of my nose. His lips then land on my mouth, and he pulls me towards him onto his lap. I wrap my hands in his hair as he kisses my neck and I go to… when I get a swift kick from within which causes Harry and me to dissolve into laughter.

"James, son," Harry chuckles putting his hand on my tummy, "just remember this because I'm sure that one of us will come across you in a similar position in the future and I don't know about your mum, but now I have a reason to embarrass you."