A/N: Hey y'all! This was written for Hogwarts. RemusAliceFrank fluff.

Religious Education Task 5: Write about a pregnancy

Word Count: 654

Enjoy!

Alice rubbed a hand over her belly, feeling the firm places where the baby's elbows or knees were pressing against her. She grumbled softly as she shifted on the sofa, trying to encourage Neville to roll off of her bladder. It didn't work.

From beside her, Remus let out a soft chuckle. "Is he being a nuisance again?" he asked, reaching out to place his palm flat on her stomach. "A Marauder already, eh?"

Alice scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Merlin forbid. I don't know how your mother handled all those howlers from McGonagall."

His amber eyes lit up when he laughed. Alice felt warmth blossom in her chest; Remus may not be related to Neville biologically, but he would be the main caretaker once the baby was born, since neither Alice nor Frank were ready to give up their careers just yet.

Seeing Remus so invested in the baby meant a lot to her, and maybe it was just her hormones talking, but tears pricked at her eyes.

"You're going to be a great dad," she told him suddenly. "Absolutely brilliant."

He looked at her shyly, and Alice was amazed that he could still be bashful around compliments after being married to her and Frank for two years. "I want to be."

"You will be!" Frank stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the sitting room. He was grinning, wearing an apron, and had a knife in one hand—in the middle of making dinner, then, Alice thought with amusement.

Frank crossed the room and sat beside their husband, then threw an arm over Remus' shoulder. "You're going to be great; we all will. Neville will be the most loved kid in the history of the world."

Alice smiled at the two men. She looked down at herself and knew it would be true; Neville was going to be born into a family that adored him.

"I can't wait till he's here," she said, leaning back in her seat. "Let's see him keep you two up for a change."

Frank sobered at the thought—Alice had never known anyone who loved sleep as much as Frank—but Remus just shrugged as a lazy smile split his scarred face.

"Sleep is for the weak," he argued. "Frank and I can handle it."

A brow raised; she suspected he'd be changing his tune soon enough after facing the endless night time interruptions babies were famous for. Frank looked like he wanted to argue with Remus' sentiments, but then shook his head and let it go.

"Well." Frank stood and brandished his knife, which was still clenched in his hand. "I've got to finish dinner. Holler if either of you two beauties need me."

Alice eagerly watched Remus' face flush; he wasn't one to accept compliments easily, and Frank knew it was the easiest way to fluster him. Remus kicked at Frank's leg agitatedly but missed—the other man just laughed and bent down to kiss Remus' cheek before dancing away.

Humming with amusement, Alice reached over and laced her fingers through Remus'. "He didn't kiss me," she said with false solemnity. "You need to make up for that, please and thank you."

Remus did as she asked. "You're ridiculous," he murmured. "Both of you are."

"Of course," Alice agreed. "But that's why you love us."

His eyes grew soft. "You're right," he admitted.

Alice patted his hand. "I always am. Now, be a love and fetch the footstool. We're going to drain the fluid from my ankles."

"Merlin." Remus pulled a face, but he ran a hand through her short, dark hair, pecked her on the forehead, and went to find the stool.

Alice watched him go with a smile on her face, then exhaled as she glanced down at her abdomen. "Two more months, Neville, love. Just two more months before we can all hold you for real, and our family will be complete."

She couldn't wait.