For Cheesyficwriters' birthday!
"Do you think we should stop doing this?" Ron mumbles against Hermione's lips, although he does not attempt to stop snogging her.
They're lying in their bed, sheets tangled around their naked, sweaty bodies and their limbs intertwined. For the first Sunday in a very long time, the couple decided to skip roast dinner at The Burrow and spend the day together instead. It's luxurious, and they know that before long, opportunities like this will be few and far between.
"What? Kissing?" she laughs against his lips, sliding her hand to his cheek to hold his face to hers.
Ron groans. "No, the kissing can stay. But what about sex? You're already getting big. Won't I start to squash her soon? Or maybe I'll poke her or something?"
Hermione raises her eyebrows, trying hard not to feel insulted at her husband's insinuation of her size. She's only eighteen weeks pregnant, her bump barely showing against her tiny frame. "You're not that big, Ronald. And I can't believe after years of having sex with me that you can't think of some way of getting around my big belly!"
He looks as if he's about to argue back, but all of a sudden, his eyes widen, and his mouth drops open. "Did you feel that?"
"Feel what?"
"She kicked!"
"He did not. It's not time yet."
"Hermione." Ron stares up at her with deep blue eyes, turning her legs to jelly. "I know what I just felt."
"Well, the healer did say that the baby might get active after certain activities…." She pulls Ron back to her, planting another firm kiss against his lips. Her pregnancy hormones have been driving her crazy, but there's been one benefit—she's thirsty for Ron all the damn time.
Tearing his lips from hers, Ron starts to kiss against her jaw as if he's trying to prove he knows better. Hermione lets her head drop back, preparing to give her body to him once more when…
"Woah!" Ron pulls away again. "Did you feel that?"
It's an unusual sensation like a bludger has just rolled from one side of her stomach to the other. Sure, they've heard the baby's heartbeat already, but this is the first sign of something tangible from the tiny human growing inside her, and it takes her breath away.
"Yeah, I felt the flutter!"
"Flutter my ass." Ron wriggles down to rest his head against her stomach. "My girl is going to make an excellent Keeper, just like her Dad. You hear that, Baby Granger-Weasley. As soon as you're born, I'm going to put you on a broom and teach you how to fly."
"No, she'll be reading books!"
"Books about Quidditch?"
Ron lifts his head, a hopeful look plastered over his face, and Hermione falls for it in an instant. It's the same look that got her into this mess in the first place.
"Now that I can allow."