Chapter Fifteen
"Hey, Draco?" Hermione called when she heard the front door close. She couldn't contain her excitement and was rocking on her heels.
"Yeah, luv? Where are you?" She heard him respond.
"Bathroom," she said and took a deep breath because, holy shit, this was it. "Could you help me with something?"
She heard his shoes thump against the floor before his soft footfalls could be heard coming towards her. She turned and faced the linen closet just before he rounded the corner, hiding her expressions. With one look at her, he'd know something was up.
She wanted to surprise him and her smile would give it away.
"What do you need, my darling?" Draco murmured while leaning against the doorjamb. He couldn't tear his eyes from her lovely form. God, but she was gorgeous.
"Sink," he heard her mutter and he rolled his eyes. That damn thing was always getting clogged. Draco heaved a long-suffering sigh and pushed off from the door, only to come to an immediate halt when his eyes fell to the object waiting for him there.
"Hermione?" There was no real sound to her name, just a gasping breath. But she knew like she always did, and her smile told him that yes — yes — he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. He didn't even try to hide the glowing smile spreading across his face.
Moving to his side, Hermione picked up the innocent white stick with the little pink plus sign.
"So…are you ready to be a daddy, sweetheart?"
…The End…
...Epilogue to follow...