Sam… Sam? SAM!
Hermione was annoyed. "Where is that man when you need him?" She huffed as she tried her level best to reach for the bar of soap lying at the edge of the bath tub. Too bad she couldn't reach it much less see it as her view was blocked by her very round 8-month tummy which currently housed Sam's and her twin sons.
"Why did I have to think, it was a beautiful day and decide to pamper myself with a bath rather than just shower and get it over with? Merlin, SAM ULEY GET YOUR ARSE RIGHT HERE THIS INSTANT." She yelled.
"Coming my love, sorry I was outside, fixing up the car." He smiled as he came running upstairs to the bathroom. "What can I help you with love? Are you having a relaxing time?"
"Can you please pass me the bar of soap? I can't see it or reach it since you turned me into a fat whale." She sniffed.
"Come on love, you're not a fat whale, you are my beautiful alpha baby mama and the den mother. You look sexier and more gorgeous with our sons in your loving womb. Here is the soap. Shall I help you with your bath, love?" Sam asked with a kinky tone to his voice.
"Hah! No chance honey. I can do it on my own. Off you go now." She shooed him out.
"You the offer still stands just shout if you change your mind." He spoke.
Hermione simply rolled her eyes and went back to scrubbing and lathering herself with soap. She loved the smell it gave, apples, cinnamon, musk. It made her feel relaxed and safe, because it was what Sam smelled like too. Safe and Loving.
She had another problem though. "Sam… SAM, baby can you please help me? She reluctantly called out to her husband.
He came inside within seconds. "Yes Love?"
"Were you waiting outside for me to call you?"
"No, I was just making a cup of coffee. So, you up for the offer?" Sam quirked his eyebrows suggestively.
"Throw your mind out of the gutter, help me wash my legs, I can't see them. Let me warn you though, no funny business."
"Aww, you took all the fun out."
Hermione stuck her tongue out and let Sam wash her legs and feet. He did so reverently as if she were a goddess.
When Sam reached in between her thighs, she let out a small moan. Sam simply chuckled and continued his ministrations till she relaxed and sunk lower in the tub.
"There you go baby, all nice and clean. May I offer any additional services, my lady?"
"No, thank you, that would be all, kind sir." She smiled.
She washed herself and sat for a couple more minutes in the tub till she felt herself pruned.
But then came her next challenge. "Sam… SAM!"
"Yes, my lady?" Sam looked thoroughly amused as he walked in. "What services can this humble servant offer you?"
"Cut the crap and help me up. I can't get up from this contraption. Why the hell did I think, having a nice bath would be relaxing?" Suddenly she sniffed "I am sorry for calling you repeatedly. I know, I must be a bloody inconvenience to you right now." Her eyes had started gathering tears.
Sam just couldn't see his wife, his imprint, his alpha cry. He immediately rushed to her and pulled her up, lifted her and walked to their bedroom. He sat down with Hermione on his lap and gently rocked her back and forth.
"Hush, baby, don't say that. I love you. I am forever grateful to you for loving me back, for carrying our pups and for taking care of the pack. I will love you, serve you and protect you for all eternity. You know my whole world spins around you. You are my sun, moon, stars and universe. I love you, Mia. Don't ever forget that." He pressed a meaningful kiss on her lips and poured all his emotions into it.
"I love you too Sam and I lover our sons and the pack too. I am lucky to have you." Hermione said and gave him a radiant smile.
"Now, calm down, get changed. I will go and make a cup of tea for you as you like it and come down, okay love?" Sam gently lifted her and placed her feet on the floor. He wiped the single tear that had made its way across her cheek and kissed her forehead before descending down the stairs.
He had barely made down the stairs when he heard Hermione again.
"SAM… SAM… SAM! COME HERE QUICKLY."
Sam rushed to their room to see Hermione wearing a night shirt, standing next to the dresser and a puddle of water around her legs.
"Sam, I think my water broke." She whispered.
-THE END-
