Two hours later, having bought Harry some books, new quidditch guards, and a blue nightie that Harry would appreciate seeing her in, Minerva sat down on a bench to soak up some sun. As she waited for her mother and sister, her mind drifted back to the past few months. There were a lot of things (little and big) that stood out in her mind. The healthy glow on her cheeks after she and Harry had made love for the first time. The color of the roses that Harry had given her the day the marriage decrees were handed out. What they'd both worn on their wedding day, and the weight of her wedding rings. She remembered what they both had worn on the day that Harry had first told her he loved her. She remembered how proud she was when she handed Harry his diploma in May, and how excited she was to help him set up his classroom.

Minerva's thoughts turned serious. She remembered her reaction to their discussion about having children, and she wondered what Harry's reaction would be when she told him later tonight that she was pregnant. Apparently her reaction to their previous discussion had been hormonal, because she was about 6 weeks along.

A gentle hand on Minerva's shoulder startled her, and she looked up to find the concerned faces of her Aunt Innes and Uncle Arran peering down at her.

"Minerva darlin', are ye ok?" asked her aunt.

Minerva swallowed and nodded.

"Aye, I was just thinking."

"Well your mama and sister are with Bryce and McKenna in Fortescue's. Come along."

Minerva nodded and followed her relatives.