Prompt: "I want to go to the beach." "It's the middle of winter." "I don't care." (N 42)
This drabble takes place after the war where Harry and Ginny are married and Ginny's pregnant. Here, Ginny is experiencing an unusual pregnancy craving. This drabble is rated T.
Note; this prompt is on my bingo card.
"I want to go to the beach." Ginny suddenly declared that night when they were settling into their bed to go to sleep.
Harry rolled over to face his wife, having been watching the snow come down hard outside their bedroom window. "It's the middle of winter, Gin."
"I don't care," Ginny said, rubbing her small baby bump. "The babies want to go to the beach."
Harry noticed over the last month and a half that his wife had different cravings than other pregnant women. Normally pregnant women wanted food items such as ice cream or watermelon. Ginny, on the other hand, seemed to get travel cravings.
It had started out simple enough when Ginny had suddenly out-of-the-blue really wanted to go to the Burrow for dinner on a Wednesday night. Then the next week she had wanted to go to Hogwarts to walk the grounds and visit the Quidditch pitch. After that, the travel cravings started to get a bit more interesting. The weekend before Ginny had declared she and the babies wanted to go to Ireland, leading Harry to plan a long-weekend trip to visit Dublin and Cork for his pregnant wife.
And now her travel craving had hit again, this time she wanted to go to the beach even though it was winter. Maybe that weird pregnancy brain thing Hermione had tried to explain to him a couple weeks ago was effecting Ginny. You'd have to be bloody mental to want to go to the beach in late January.
Harry propped himself up onto his elbow. "Is there a specific beach you want to go to here in England?"
"Oh no, not a beach here in England. For Merlin's sake, it's winter here! You'd have to be barmy to want to go in the ocean now!" Harry had to stop himself from giving his wife a look of 'no shit'.
"Okay, did you have somewhere else in mind then?"
Ginny thought about it for a moment before blushing slightly. "That beach on the Mediterranean Sea you took me on vacation to when I was seventeen?"
Harry's eyebrows perked up in interest, remembering that fun little vacation at the Italian villa he had rented one summer a few years ago that had had it's own private beach away from everyone else. A private beach the two of them had taken full advantage of…
Harry threw the covers off himself and sat up on the side of the bed. "I'll go send a message to the bloke who I rented the villa we stayed at last time and see if he has an opening for this weekend."
Ginny gave him a blinding smile, leaning back into her pillows as she made herself comfortable. Getting to see that smile on his wife's face made each of these trips worth it, knowing that it made her very happy. It was the least he could do, she was giving him a family, blessing him greatly with twins. He would go to the ends of the Earth just to thank her for the gifts she was giving him. And if she wanted a trip to the Mediterranean, she'd get a trip to the Mediterranean.
Harry got out of bed and put his dressing gown on. As he was leaving the room, he heard, "Oh, and Harry?"
He turned around to see Ginny rubbing her belly. "Yeah, Gin?"
"Could you get me some mint chocolate ice cream while you're up too?"
Harry smiled at his wife. "Anything for you and the babies."