"Ginny! I'm home!"

Harry had to work late that night and had just arrived home. The house was so quiet. Almost too quiet. It was late enough that James and Al would already be asleep, but where was Ginny? The pregnancy and the boys tired her out but she had indicated she would be awake when he got home.

Starting upstairs in the bedrooms, Harry worked his way down through the house until he reached the basement that they had converted to a playroom for the kids. That's where he found her, passed out on the scattered cushions for the children's toy sofa/fort with toys strewn about all over the room. He smiled to himself at the picture she made, laying on her side with her full belly protruding out from her body and her fiery red hair fanned out around her head. With a flick of his wand, Harry set about to finish the cleaning that his wife had begun.

He made every effort to move soundlessly and unobtrusively through the room so as not to wake up Ginny. He would awaken her when everything was done. In little time, his task was complete and he tiptoed over to where she lay. Harry leaned down and stroked his wife's hair and whispered her name to gently rouse her from her slumber. She gave a small moan and shifted around, but didn't wake up. Harry decided he needed to be a bit more assertive in his approach so he softly kissed her lips until she started to respond. Before he knew what was happening, Ginny grabbed his head and pulled him down next to her on the sea of toy sofa cushions and vigorously kissed him, rubbing her body, especially her round baby bump, against him.

When they eventually came up for air, Harry ran his fingers through her hair and playfully asked, "So, how was your day?"

Ginny rolled on her back and groaned and unleashed her frustration. "Ugh, it's been a horrible day! I'm so fat and uncomfortable and the boys were going crazy all day and my mum couldn't help me today, which I completely understand, but it was so hard."

"I'm sorry. I know it's a lot on your shoulders right now. Is there anything I can do to help?" His hand had slipped down to her belly and was caressing it. He loved rubbing her belly. Knowing that they had created this tiny life together always made his heart skip a beat.

"Well, you can fuck me," was her deadpan reply.

"Come again? What?

"Exactly, I would like to come again," her irritation at his lack of understanding growing. "Harry, in addition to all of the other stuff going on, I'm horny. I want to get laid. The baby is making me want it extra bad. This seems like a task you are well-suited to assist me with." This time her voice carried a hint of amusement as she reached down and brushed her hand on the front of his trousers.

"Absolutely! I think I'm up for the job," he eagerly agreed. Harry started to get up expecting that they were going to their bedroom, but Ginny didn't show any intention of getting up.

"Uh-uh. I'm too tired to go upstairs right now. Let's do it right here. Help me move around the Bugaloo." Ginny wriggled off of the cushions onto her knees and started to rearrange them.

Harry was standing up and gaping at his wife. What is she doing? And what is a Bugaloo? After several seconds of gawking, he managed to voice his thoughts. "Uh, Ginny, what is a Bugaloo?

"It's the name for the kids' couch thingy. You didn't know that?" she questioned incredulously and she continued to rearrange the cushions into some configuration that Harry didn't understand.

Next thing he knew, Ginny, still on her knees, turned to him and stripped off her shirt, threw it in the corner of the room, and attacked his trousers, unzipping them and pushing them down to his ankles. She grazed her fingertips along his shaft and gazed up at him with a self-satisfied grin, knowing that she would soon be receiving everything that she wanted. Pulling down the last barrier of fabric between them, she exhaled and blew a small puff of air on his erection before she tenderly took him into her mouth. Harry relished the feeling of her hot, wet mouth around him, but he would not let it last too long. She was tired and this was supposed to be about her needs, not his. He softly pulled her head away from him by running his fingers through her hair.

"I thought this was about satisfying your needs," he said earnestly while removing his shirt.

"I want you to enjoy it, too," she answered as she anxiously peered up at him and unfastened her bra.

"Don't ever worry about that!" he chuckled and pushed her back on the cushions of the Bugaloo pulled her jeans off of her body. "So, explain to me how you want to do this?" He was a bit hesitant about her plans for how they would use these couch cushions.

"Oh, let me show you! I'm going to lay here on my side over this wedge piece and you are going to be right here." She placed him between her legs. "And then you are to push into me. It's called the Sidewinder." She waggled her eyebrows clearly excited about her scheme.

"But on the kids' toys?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and sat up for a moment. "Harry, seriously? Who cares? This is how we got the kids to begin with. Come on, hop to it!" she commanded and rolled over into her position.

Since she seemed so determined, Harry was not one to question a pregnant woman, especially his naked pregnant wife who was demanding sex. But he also wanted to make it good for her, so he reached down and touched her folds feeling the slickness there that yet again confirmed that this was what she wanted. He knelt down and spread her legs, placing her upper leg on his shoulder and dipped his head down for a quick taste. He licked her lower lips and delved inside.

"Uhhhh, yes, Harry. Right there. A little faster." He sped up the pace of his tongue and her moans increased. Then she abruptly wiggled away a bit. "Harry, please, just put it in. I need it right now, ok?"

Harry was a bit taken aback by her demand, but also happy to oblige. He stood up, still with her upper leg on his shoulder, adjusting the stance until he was properly aligned, and thrust forward. As he did so, he noticed that the cushions of the Bugaloo helped him to be perfectly positioned to penetrate her deeply. Much more comfortable than when they tried this position on their bed.

"YES!" she screamed. "Yes, this is just what I needed."

Harry thrust forward and back, holding onto his wife's hip with one hand and rubbing her nub with the other. While the Bugaloo helped with the alignment of the position, it was still challenging to keep her body from slipping away every time he thrust and he had to move his hands higher up on her body to keep her in the proper place. Her hand replaced his as she furiously massaged herself reaching for her peak. Harry could feel the tension building in her body. His only goal at that moment was to hold out long enough for her to reach completion. He did his best to maintain the pace while she writhed under him until he felt her whole body tense up and she shrieked, "AAAHHHHHH! Yesssssss!" The rigidity had left her body and Harry slammed into her a final time before finding his own climax and he called out her name and stumbled down beside her on the Bugaloo resting his hand on her swollen belly.

"Did that help at all?" he wondered while catching his breath.

"Definitely," she assured him. "See how useful the children's toys can be?"

"Where did you even get this idea?"

"Oh, you know, some of the moms talk about…things," she answered coyly. "Don't tell me you didn't like it?"

"Alright, I admit it, this was fun," Harry said begrudgingly.

"I knew you'd love it! Don't worry, I have lots of other ideas, too!" Ginny's response was a little too bright and animated and he wondered what he had gotten himself into, but they would probably have a lot of fun in the process.

A/N: So, this if for the Ginuary Bingo game. The prompt was I 29, "Alright, I admit it, this was fun." "I knew you you'd love it!"

I hope you love it, too. :)