The men were trying to get the little ones down for the night while their wives were catching up next to the large stone fireplace.
Megan laughed at the face Susan was pulling; the fake smile that turned to a sneer. "If one more feckin' person says that to me, I will beat them to within an inch of their life."
"Well, Susan…what do you expect? You are glowing. And is that word the only thing you've learned from Seamus?"
"Of course not, but I like it. It's very…expressive."
"Well, don't let Morag hear you. She has ears like a kneazle and the tact of Umbridge. Zach swears that if she calls her brother a son of a hag again, he'll scourgify her mouth."
"He wouldn't."
"He would. He doesn't like that language coming out of his little princess. What he doesn't realize is that she's more serving wench than royalty."
Susan laughed now. "And he hasn't heard her mother either, obviously."
"Any ideas on what this one is?"
"Not a clue, but it's been so easy. No sickness, no aches or pains. I can eat anything…as you can see by my enormous size." She rested her hand on the top of her swell, so firm she could set her drink there without worry of it sliding off.
Megan's eye twitched, but she said nothing.
"He's sneaking up behind me, isn't he?"
Megan responded with an almost imperceptible nod as hands surrounded Susan's belly and Seamus kissed her cheek. "Not too hot, are ya, love?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Beautiful, ya are. There's a, this sort o' glow comin' off your face. Just lovely, 'tis."
He didn't know what hit him, but Megan's laughter wasn't the only thing ringing in his ears.