a/n: Sorry this has taken so long to get up! But I've been doing A LOT trust me. lol. But, finally! It's up! I promise, I have no plans on making you wait this long again for a chapter. I hate making my readers and fans of this story wait. I know it gets annoying. Hopefully this chapter was worth the wait. And once again, thank you everyone who has left a review. I love reading them. Thank you. And I would appriciate seeing them here! Laura
Hermione stayed there in Remus's arms, both of them together in his office for the rest of the night. Neither of them really said anything to each other. Finally, late that night Hermione fell asleep there in his arms. Remus kissed the top of her head gently and picked her up carefully. Of course, where he was going to take her was one question he had yet to figure out. He could easily make up a reason why she was sleeping and in his office, that was no problem. It was where to take her that was a problem.
Remus looked down and noticed how peaceful she looked laying there. He smiled slightly and decided it was time for a bold move. He kept her in his arms and left his office, holding on to her sleeping body. He looked down the hall, seeing them practically deserted; he felt a little better about the whole thing. Remus then headed down the hall. He figured for one night it would be ok for Hermione to spend the night in his quarters. He had brought her in before, but never had they been risky enough for her to spend the evening in there.
Remus just felt that he should let her sleep, since the pregnancy was wearing her down and made her more tired anyways. Plus, it was late, and she just looked so peaceful sleeping like that.
He walked into his room and laid Hermione down gently on his bed. He sighed slightly as he took off her shoes. Remus went over to his dresser and got out a clean, plain white undershirt. He held it up, then looked at Hermione and figured it would work as a nightgown on her. He went to work at carefully getting her out of her clothes, trying to be gentle as not to wake her up. Then slid the shirt on her carefully and laid her back down in his bed and covered her up.
Remus smiled and kissed her forehead softly as she laid there peacefully sleeping in his bed. He gently ran a hand across her stomach, still not believing there really was a baby in there. Hermione just looked so lovely sleeping there.
He stood up from where he was sitting on the bed and changed out of his robes into a pair of pajamas, which were just a pair of flannel pants. He went back over to the bed and moved Hermione over gently to make room for himself. Remus lay down with her. It wasn't long before Hermione rolled over and snuggled up to him like she had been on the couch in his office.
"Night love," Remus whispered to her softly, falling asleep soon after laying down with her.
The next morning Hermione was the first to wake up. The first thing she saw as her brown eyes fluttered open was Remus, seeing as she had stayed close to him the entire night. She lifted her head up and looked around. She smiled some once she noticed was in his quarters. Hermione looked down at Remus, sleeping peacefully, and kissed his forehead.
She got up slowly and for the first time realized Remus had changed her out of her clothes and made an attempt at getting in her pajamas. Hermione smiled at him. The fact that he thought about changing her out of clothes and putting her to bed showed that he would make a great father.
She stayed in just his undershirt and went over to his small kitchen. She looked through the cabinets to see if there was any food around. She found some eggs, and a couple other things. Just enough to whip up some pancake batter.
Hermione was busy cooking when Remus woke up. He yawned and looked over and saw her cooking, still in the shirt he had put her in last night. Remus sat up slowly and walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist gently and kissed her neck softly.
Hermione giggled and turned to look at him. "Morning," she said to him.
"Morning," Remus said, moving her hair so he could kiss her neck more.
"Thank you for bringing me here. But I still feel bad for falling asleep on you last night," she said as she flipped the pancake she had cooking in the pan.
"It's ok hun," he said to her. "You were tired, it's ok. And I wasn't going to just let you sleep there in my office," Remus said pulling away from her neck.
Hermione smiled. "Thank you. And also, thanks for changing me."
Remus smiled and kissed her cheek. "You're very welcome," he said to her. "I just thought you would be more comfortable in some pajamas, and since you don't have any here I made best with what I had."
"Well, you did a great job. Thank you," Hermione said as she put a second pancake on the plate.
"You don't need to thank me," Remus said shaking his head. "Really you don't. I just did what I thought would be for the best. I just want you to be comfortable, especially since you're pregnant and all," he said to her.
Hermione smiled and kissed him softly. "You're so sweet. You really are going to be a good dad, you know that right?"
Remus smiled and gave her a hug. "Thanks. And you're going to be a wonderful mom."
Hermione stopped cooking and put her hand on her stomach. "You really think so?" she asked him. "Because, I mean, I'm still young. What if I can't handle it Remus?"
Remus shook his head. "Hermione, you a brilliant and gifted witch…"
"Magic does not raise a baby Remus!" Hermione said shaking his head. "Top marks in everything does not mean one can raise a baby!" she said to him.
"I bet it helps though," he said to her. "Being a smart person definitely can't hurt."
Hermione just turned around and sighed as she started cooking again. "That's all I am isn't it?" she asked quietly.
"That's all you are what?" Remus asked, confused by her question.
"I'm simply the smart girl. That's all I am to anyone isn't it? The girl they can go to for answers on their homework," Hermione said shaking her head.
Remus shook his head. "No, that's not all you are," he said to her.
"If I'm not, then why do you keep saying I'll be a good mother because I'm smart?" she asked looking at him.
Remus sighed. "Hermione…"
"Don't Hermione me," she said to him. She flipped the pancake and looked at him. "You keep saying I'm going to be a good mom, but you know what? I am scared to death that I'm going to be a bad mom," she said to him. "I really am. I mean, I'm only eighteen Remus. I'm still in my last year of school! I shouldn't be having to think about if I'm a good mom or not! I should be focused on my work and my N.E.W.T.'s and getting a good job somewhere!"
Remus looked at her and turned off the stove so the pancake wouldn't get burnt. "I know you should be. But we have to deal with the cards we're dealt, and this is what we were given."
"Well, you know what? I was given a crappy hand and I'm about ready to just fold and give up," she said quietly. Hermione turned away to look at the pancake sitting in the pan rather than him.
"You can't do that," Remus said shaking his head. "You can't just give up."
"Why not? People do it all the time," she said, still speaking in a soft voice.
"Because you care too much to quit like that," he said to her as he put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them gently. "Right now you're just stressed out, not thinking clearly."
"Easy for you to say. You're not the seventh year who was impregnated by her professor," she muttered rather bitterly.
Remus stopped and looked at her for a moment, rather hurt by her comment. "So that's all I am then huh? You're professor who got you pregnant?" he asked. "Well, if you think that's the case then obviously I was wrong about thinking you actually cared about us and the baby," he said as he walked away from her, heading to her dresser to get changed.
Hermione wasn't even looking at him, just at that one pancake sitting in the pan. Remus looked over at her as he got dressed. "I trust you can let yourself out when you're done," he said before leaving the room himself.
Hermione put the last pancake on the plate then went to sit down. She ended up going to lie on the bed rather than take a seat at the table. There were tears in her eyes, but she wasn't crying. Hermione placed her head in her hands, feeling awful about everything. She did care about Remus and the baby, she really did. Everything was just getting so hard, so complicated. For once in her life, Hermione Jane Granger really didn't know what to do.
