Hey all! Thanks for the amazing reviews. I am glad that you all liked the last chapter. I had been a little worried because there were a lot of people in that little scene. But people have let me know that I did it well so thank you!
I had noticed when I logged in today that it says something about the updating for tomorrow. So if I don't update then that's why.
Right, well, let's read on.
They had come back and Severus had sent her straight to the bathroom for a nice long bath. She had tried to tell him that she really didn't want one and would much rather just being close to him. But he was having none of it and sent her on her way.
At that point she had still been glowing like a Christmas light so she couldn't really blame him, the man wanted to keep his sight!
She hadn't wanted a bath so she had taken a shower. And here she stood. In front of the mirror, a white fluffy towel covering her naked body. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide. Whether that was due to her pregnancy or the shock and stress of this afternoon, she wasn't sure.
Talking a deep breath she let go of the towel and let it fall to the floor.
Hermione let her breath out in a rush. She looked so…womanly. It sounded stupid but that was how she looked. Not matter how hard she tried no other words came to mind. That was how she looked…like a woman. She was now 3 months pregnant! The books that she had read said that she would grow 3cm a week. At the time that had not seemed a lot…but now! Her belly had only just started to get bigger. When she wore clothes it was not noticeable. But now…
She ran her hand over her swelling tummy. Looking over the rest of her body she could see that her belly was not the only thing that had grown. Her breasts were larger too, not to mention a million times more sensitive.
But there was one thing she wanted to know? When would the sickness pass!
She had been a little worried when she had first reached the 3 month mark and was still feeling ill. She had gone to see the medi witch just to be told that every woman was different. It could stop tomorrow or she could have it all through her pregnancy.
Hermione closed her eyes and gave a silent prayer that that would not be her.
By lunch time she just wanted to eat everything in sight.
Frowning she looked at her belly again. Maybe that wasn't her baby growing but her fat. The medi witch had offered to measure her even though it was not quite time yet. But Hermione had said no. now she wished she had said yes. It would be nice to know how big her baby was…if it was her baby and not fat.
Grabbing her dressing gown she left the room and went looking for Severus. She wouldn't blind him anymore. The glowing had stopped in the shower.
Finding her husband in the main room staring into the fire, she walked up and stood in front of him.
He didn't look up at her but kept his eyes trained on the flickering flame.
"I need to ask you something." She said.
"Look, Hermione, I think we should talk about what happened in the morning. It's late now and you need to rest." He said in his deep voice.
"Oh, I know that, I wanted to ask you something else." She said distracted.
This time it was Severus's turn to frown. He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.
She took his right hand and slipped it between the folds of her dressing gown. Placing his cool fingers on her belly she asked.
"Is that the baby or is it…fat?" she kept her eyes cast down.
When he didn't answer, she knew it must be fat. She had to stop eating. She was a pig…a big fat pig!
She started to move back when Severus brought his other hand up to her waist to hold her in place.
She snapped her eyes up to look at his face. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were wide with wonder. He looked like he had seen or touched something amazing.
"What?" she asked in a small whisper.
Slowly, he looked up at her.
"That's not fat Hermione, that's our baby. Our baby growing safely inside you." His eyes widened even more. "Growing right under your heart."
Her breath caught in her throat. She had never thought about it like that. She brought one hand up, slipped it inside the robe and put it on top of his.
"What are you thinking?" she asked him.
He didn't answer but carried on looking into her eyes. His swam with unsaid feelings.
"What are you feeling?" she asked instead.
For a while he didn't say anything. Just about to give up hope on getting a reply, he spoke.
"I'm in awe of you. I'm feeling inadequate." He lowered his eyes for a heart beat and then moved them back to hers again. "Do you know how amazing you are? You marry the bat of the dungeons, you handle being deaf like a hero, you stand strong when people you love beat you down, you…" he cleared his throat. "You carry our child inside you and worry about being fat."
Seeing how silly it was now, she gave a little un-lady like snort.
"Don't do that." He said. "Don't make fun of yourself."
Hermione blinked rapidly, trying in vain to get rid of the tears that were building in her eyes.
Seeing this Severus quickly pulled his hand back.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
She made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a sob. Grabbing his hand she held it back up to her belly.
"Don't ever be sorry for wanting to feel your child. I…it's just that no one has ever said anything like that to me before. I mean they say how smart I am. Tell me I'm a great friend, but no one makes me feel so…needed, so wanted. You make me feel…" she stopped feeling stupid and very emotional.
"Make you feel…?" he asked in a soft voice. A voice that brought the tears pouring for her eyes.
"You make me feel like a woman." she sobbed softly.
"If I do it's because you are. And what a woman." his eyes roamed over her face. The tears clear, slight bags under her eyes. He knew that what has happened today had still not really hit her. She was in a kind of state of shock. Tomorrow it was going to hit her and he knew that he was going to be there for her. Whatever happened he was going to be there for her.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat.
"Go on into bed, I will be there in a while."
He watched as she left. Another night of hell lay ahead of him. Holding her in his arms as she slept, using all of his will power to stop himself from making love to her. She would come to him this time. She will start the love making, not him. He needed to know that she wanted it.
Taking a deep breath he stood and made his way to the bedroom. Getting ready to hold theangel in his arms once more, his angel.
Another chappy done. Let me know what you think…please!
Oh, have any of you seen Ladder 49? I watched it for the first time last night and cried like a baby at the end! I loved it! Lol.
HC
P.S. Sorry i posted this twice...kinda anyway. but had people pointing out that I spelt angel wrong. hides blushinf face!
