Chapter 33: Eleven Years Later, Part Two
It was about two months later and Neville and Isaac were coming home.
"We're home."
"Hey dad!" Wesley said looking up from his book.
"Hey son, where's your mum and brother?"
"Mum's on the couch reading and Frankie is over Uncle Charlie's house playing with Heather." He answered.
Neville nodded and walked to the living room to see his wife stretched out on the couch. Her stomach peeking over the edge of the couch.
"Hi Nev, I would get up but I'm like a beached whale and besides I'm enjoying my book too much."
Neville chuckled at his wife and said. "I'll come to you then."
"I've missed you," Delaney smiled.
He sat down next to her and rested his hand on her six month pregnant stomach as their child kicked.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that we're having a little girl."
Neville's still round face broke into a grin and said. "We are?"
"Yes."
Neville cupped her stomach and kissed it. This was almost identical to the way he reacted to the news of her being pregnant with Isaac eleven years ago.
"Do you think there's a possibility of me unwrapping an early Christmas present," He winked.
Delaney decided to humor him and said. "In the condition I'm in, I doubt it but you never know."
Neville was about to ask when was the last time they made love but his sons walked in. The family ate some dinner.
Delaney and Neville were in bed later that night passionately snogging.
"Merlin, I've missed you," Neville said taking off his wife's shirt and haphazardly throwing it on the floor.
"I've missed you too," Delaney's hands fiddled with his shirt buttons.
He kissed down her half-naked body eagerly only stopping to say to her stomach. "This is something that you won't being doing until you're married like your mum and I."
Delaney giggled and said. "Remember Nev, we weren't married when we first made love like this."
"Okay, as long you're in a committed relationship with someone who loves you like I love your mum," Neville said.
Before they could continue their seven-year-old interrupted. They instantly pulled apart and covered up.
"I had a bad dream, can I sleep with you?" he asked, rubbing his eyes with his fist and holding his teddy bear.
"Come on up, Wes," Delaney said, patting the spot between her and Neville.
He crawled up his mum and dad and said. "I'm glad your home, daddy I missed you."
"I missed you too, son," Neville said, kissing his forehead.
The couple fell asleep with their second eldest son between them.
The next morning Delaney woke up first. She glanced over at her son and husband. Isaac was a mummy's boy but there's no question that Wesley was a daddy's boy. Delaney got out of bed and put on her pajama shirt which barely closed over her six month pregnant stomach. She waddled down to the kitchen and started to make some tea.
"Morning love," Neville greeted kissing her cheek.
She turned to her husband of fourteen years and smiled.
"How's our little girl been treating you?" he asked resting his hand on her stomach.
"She likes to kick as much as Frank Jr. did," she groaned.
Neville grimaced vaguely remembering the difficult pregnancy she had with Frank Jr. He rubbed circles on her stomach. He hated to see his wife like this. Though he believed she was still as beautiful as she was fourteen years ago.
"Morning mummy!" Isaac greeted walking down the stairs.
Delaney turned to her eldest Neville's hand still resting on her stomach and said. "Morning sweetie."
The tea kettle went off.
"I'll grab the tea, you sit down," Neville insisted.
Delaney agreed and sat down at the island since her stomach was too huge for the table. Neville handed his wife the tea. After a few minutes Wesley and Frank Jr. came down the stairs. Neville decided to make breakfast for his family.
As the holidays continued Delaney was rarely on her feet Neville did most of the work to her annoyance. She's been pregnant three times before but he's never been this overprotective. Neville went back to Hogwarts at the beginning of the New Year.
It was now March and Delaney was in labor for the fourth and last time. Neville was rushing to St. Mungos.
"I'm here, love."
Labor went on.
"You have a beautiful baby girl," Michael said.
Delaney smiled and said. "I can't believe we have a little girl."
Neville was holding her like she was made of gold.
"What's her name?"
"Iris Marie Longbottom."
Neville brought everyone in to see the baby.
All was well.
The End