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Chapter 11

After dropping the two older women off at the Inn, with their own bucket of chicken, he made his way back to the lighthouse. He was about to go into the house when he saw light coming from the beach, so changed his direction. As he got closer to the light, he found his witch laying on a blanket, staring up at the stars, "Hey babe, it's going getting cold, why don't you come inside?"

"Did Narcissa, and Molly, get set into the Inn?" The witch asked, not turning to look at her husband, keeping her eyes up above. "I left some fried fish on the table, Milli cooked enough for you." She glanced at her husband, and saw the bucket in his hands, "I see you already got something to eat."

He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, as he knelt down beside his girl, "So you're still upset, about me not bringing you to pick up your friends?"

"You are smart," She mumbled sarcastically, turning to lay on her side, where Fang was sleeping beside her.

"You were exhausted Hermione, you wouldn't have wanted your friends to worry, would you?" He tried to reason, rubbing his wife's side.

Fang looked up at the large man, as she rested her chin over his hand, which was still resting on her master. She gave a little lick, before snuggling more into the witch.

"I don't like feeling tired, I suppose I overdid it trying to get the house, and library together," Hermione wrapped her arm around her companion, "Fang, can you go to Henry's, and get some pistachio ice cream."

"Come into the house, and have some chicken it's your favorite," Arthur tried to temp, as he lifted his wife in his arms, thankfully without protest from her. He kissed her temple, as she snuggled against his chest, "I am glad that you know magic," he whispered, feeling that her body wasn't cold like any normal person would have been, "Heating charm?"

"And Fang, she radiates heat," Hermione closed her smiled, as her husband sat her at the table, and started to spread out the food he bought, adding the leftover fried fish onto his plate, "I know you been craving fried chicken, so I bought a couple of buckets."

"I only see one," The witch glanced around the table, then looked back at her husband, "You ate one didn't you?"

Arthur laughed, as he shook his head, "Molly, and Narcissa, they practically devoured a whole bucket, before reaching the Inn."

"I wish I would have seen that," Giggled the young witch. She smiled as her husband explained the car ride here, and how he learned about most of the children. He even shared about how she would get a letter home at least once a week, for Fred, and George, every time a student got sent to the hospital, because of one of the inventions. Then again how she had to send a letter to Ron when he stole his dad's flying car.

"I remember that, I have never seen him so pale," Hermione laughed, remembering her friends. "The twins were too brilliant for school, but don't let George know I ever sad that." She stood to her feet, so she could bring the dishes to the sink, magicking them into the dishwasher. Before going into the living room, and sitting on the sofa, "I have an appointment with a healer in the morning."

"What time should we leave?" Asked her husband, as she sat beside his wife, pulling her into his arms. He smiled as he started to kiss her neck, "We could floo from here right?"

"Eight tomorrow morning," The witch answered, smiling as she looked at her husband.

"Then we should get to bed, so you're not too tired for the appointment, I already told our guest that you'll meet them for brunch," Arthur stood, and took his wife by the hand, and lead her to their bedroom.

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The Healers

Saint Edwina's wasn't like Saint Mungo's when it came to looks. The whole building was made of glass, where the patients could see from inside of the rooms, to the view of the magical town. From the outside, all the glass had a different color. It looked like something you would find on a beach location, even if the beach was part of Maine. The maternity floor was at the very top, and the hallways had magical storks flying, each with a bundle in its long beak. The baby units had perfect columns of bassinette, each with a different mobile circling, while the nurses wear pastel purple nursing robes.

It was an overall peaceful environment, where the new mothers or mothers-to-be could feel calm. Another thing unlike Saint Mungo's was the witches, and wizard's figured a way to combine magic and technology. There was a large television on the wall, which was playing a news-like show, only dealing with the magical world news.

Hermione smiled as Arthur wrapped his arms around her, when they found a seat in the empty waiting room, "I thought more people would have been here."

"Babe, the sign said they open at eight, meaning we're one of the first ones scheduled," Arthur watched as paper airplanes flew through the entrance to the receptionist's desk.

The witch smiled as she studied her husband, as he watched the magic work around them, "Isn't a wonder?"

"I know I've watched you do magic, and you have seen me with my abilities, but this is amazing," The Atlantian smiled down at his wife, as he placed a hand over hers, which was currently over her stomach, "I can't believe we're going to be parents, being here just made it a hundred percent real."

The witch giggled, as she nodded in agreement, resting her head on his wide shoulders, "I know what you mean."

The two looked up when the door to the side of the room opened, and a Healer stepped out of the room, "Mrs. Hermione Curry, we're ready to see you."

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"I am Healer Anderson, do you want to know what you're having," The healer explained, as she placed gel over the witch's stomach, and used a sonogram machine. She also waved her wand, so that way a larger image showed above.

"We would like to know, so we could buy what's needed," Asked the witch, as she looked at the small screen, hearing the beating of the baby's heart, "You use both ways of the picture?"

"Yes we find both techniques serve a useful purpose, you're from Europe, right?" Asked the Healer, as he smiled down at the witch.

"Yes, they're still stuck somewhat with the old ways, and kinda don't want to be bothered with muggle ways sometimes," Answered the expecting mother.

"Yes, my aunt and uncle are from Paris, and they're stuck with the old ways," Healer Anderson explained, he smiled up at the father, "Do you want to know the sex?"

Arthur was looking at the image floating above them, wondering how the doctor could already tell the sex, "Isn't it too soon to tell?"

"If we were a non-mag hospital then it would be too soon for testing, but we're witches and wizards, so we could tell sooner," Explained the Healer, as she looked at a chart, after writing something down. Your baby is doing good, and you're fourteen weeks along."

"What do you think, love?" Asked the young witch, as she looked at her husband, "Would you like to know?"

"Only if you do, I will love our child no matter what we're having," Answered the large man, bending down to kiss his wife's forehead.

The young mother-'to-be turned her attention to the healer, and nodded, "We want to know the sex." She squeezed her husband's hand, as they waited for the results.

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A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry, it took a while to upload, I was having trouble thinking of what to write. I had been at my grandma's when I first posted this story after my grandfather passed away. Now I am home again, so I have a lot on my mind. It was a lot quieter at my grandma's where it was just us two, for the most part, in my house, there are seven other people running around. Anyways, thank you for your wonderful reviews, I enjoy reading them.

If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know so I might have an idea where I should go from here.