You know what I don't love to wake up and do? Well if you guessed vomit until I gag on my own tongue, then you were right! Congratulations you get to kill me and relieve me of this unimaginable annoyance. Use your time wisely.
Seriously the man-maker seriously had a sick-ass sense of humor. First of all women have the periods, they have the babies, they have so little rights and are constantly pushed down and looked over. While the men walk around not a care in the world, they impregnate women…so what? They don't have to shove it out of their bodies or even, in some cases, care for it. They just have to work and they think they have the hard jobs. Huh.
Well I haven't had a baby yet, I am going to in like five months. So the reason for my weird ramblings is that me and Harry had a fight. This one I screamed at him, and secretly thanked god there're no neighbors, until I went hoarse and then I just mouthed at him. He wants me to quit my job! Quit my job. My job, the thing I love after him and my family and my growing children, and my new black pointy shoes, and my shiny pink lippie. My job.
I was so angry at first I didn't speak.
"What if you quit your job?" I asked reasonably. He stared at me for a moment then began to laugh hysterically. Like I told him a joke or something.
"I'm not quitting my job," Harry finally said still shaking his head with a smile.
"Why not?" I snapped standing up, my bump just poking out of my shirt. "Why should I?"
"Because you're…," Harry trailed off looking nervous.
"Go on say it. I wont get mad. You think I should quit my job because I'm a WOMAN," I said folding my arms.
"Yes," Harry said looking anxious. "because you're a woman."
"You stupid chauvinistic pig! Just because I have the baby does not mean I'm supposed to quit my job and take care of the babies! Hello welcome to the millennium! If this is what you think I should do, you married the wrong woman!" I snapped stomping past him.
"Ginny I just thought it would be easier for you!" Harry bellowed to my retreating back.
Now I feel like an idiot. I had totally been planning to take some much needed time off of work. I just don't need some…man, especially my husband, to tell me too. I am not some housewife like my mother. Oh dear lord he wants me to be my mother. I will not become my mother. First of all there is not a snowball's chance in hell I'm having seven kids. Hello ever heard of The Charm? Second of all, my mother could have been someone. Had she not gone and gotten pregnant three months before the marriage and then shot kids out of her like a broken gum ball machine.
Harry knocked on the door and I turned around and sniffed like I was all upset. In actuality I got over it like twenty minutes ago. I was just looking at names to call our children.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered slipping next to me and wrapping his arm around my bump. He kissed my shoulder and then brushed my hair back. "You do whatever you think is best for you and the babies."
I felt myself well up. This is so stupid, these babies are effecting my hormones to the point where I saw some wool booties in a shop and began to sob like an agony aunt. Someone came over and told me it was ok, the father of my babies would regret leaving me someday. Then after I explained that he didn't leave me, the old woman took off and told me to stop making a scene.
"No I'm going to take some time off. I'm sorry I snapped," I whispered trying to fight these idiot tears. They poke out and then wont go away and until they ruin a sweater, or fall into my popcorn, or like in the middle of dinner. What is there to cry over lasagna? Nothing. But I do anyways.
"Ok. Well excited about the family dinner?" Harry asked sarcasm dripping from his words like a runny nose.
"So excited I want to jump around and sing. What do you think about Bert and Ernie for the babies?" I asked as a joke. I saw Hermione watching the silly muggle show.
"Isn't that a children' thing? I think Dudley used to watch that," Harry said smirking into my shoulder. I giggled and Harry kissed my shoulder again. I got the idea and turned around to face him, I loved the way his eyes grabbed my attention for quickly.
"So like don't we have…an hour or so before we have to go get ready for my family to come over?" I asked conversationally all the while trailed my fingers slowly down his body.
"About that," Harry said smiling at me. I kissed him and allowed him to roll onto me leaning all his weight off of my stomach. He says he doesn't want to put pressure on them, and then have them shoot out of me like if you squeeze a jaw breaker baggie, and then when enough pressure is pressed on it the ball flies out? Well that is what he's worried is going to happen. Now I'm all freaked out I'll lean over and go into labor or something.
So we were making out when I noticed something odd. Have you ever felt that eyes were watching you and then you look over and you see an elbow of someone running from the room? And it scared you so much you throw your husband off of you and make him go down and see what it is, only to have it be Hermione? No? Well that is what just happened and it was so embarrassing. Now Harry keeps telling me to watch out Hermione's coming into a room and everyone had a good laugh about it.
So then I told Ron and Hermione the reason he doesn't like to Apparate and we aren't talking to each other now. Whatever, he will come crawling back to me or something to that effect. Although my chin seems to be growing a little fat packet underneath it. Like I have a double chin or something. So Hermione thought she would be a great friend and tell me all the horrible stuff that happens when you get pregnant.
Raise your hand if you love to loose control of your bladder…Didn't think so.
Apart from that, I will get hairy like Goyle and get wicked fat times two. I was just getting all weepy when my other family member joined me and I had to pretend Hermione was telling me a sad story.
"Which one?" Ron asked and then closed his eyes realizing what an idiot he is. Hermione was glaring at him, I was glaring at him, Crookshanks was glaring at him, only because he was standing on the cat's sock.
Hermione stuttered for a moment then made some real crap story. "There was a cat that lived in a hut and then it burned down and the cat went broke and had to move into a half-way house with all other broke cats. Then instead of using his welfare money for good, he bought drugs and booze and died of hepatitis. At the tender age of two," Hermione said and I shook my head. Mum just stood there for a moment.
"Why would you tell such a story?" mum asked Hermione shaking her head. "That's no way to speak in front of a baby either," mum added nodding at the baby in Ron's hand.
Hermione glared at me and stomped from the room. Really it is all her fault. If she had just lied to me and said giving birth is like going to the bathroom I would have been happy. Instead she freaks me out and I don't think I even want to give birth anymore. I'll figure out a way but it wont include pushing a baby out of my body.
I meandered into the kitchen where Harry was standing talking to my father. Harry looked over at me and then back at my father quickly. Alright so I told them his secret. At least I didn't tell the big one. You know about his being a twenty year old virgin. Would please mum though…
I chatted happily with Angelina who was carrying a squirmy baby, who is now like five months. She is all gorgy and has wicked eyes. Also she has a matching cousin about the same age and whatever.
I got all teary again and had to duck out of the room and into the den where I sat in Harry's big cushy chair. I love this chair, it is all leather and comfy. It holds onto your bum all nice and such. Although it only has one height, so for itty bity sorts like me it is too low. But for tall people like Harry it's nice and right for him. I also noticed that, because he is a lefty, he has everything just so. It is relatively clean and organized. He must have cleaned it today or something. I was sifting, alright snooping, through his things when I came across a small, worn journal. I paused thinking about what could be in it, and what I should do with it.
I could read it, or I could but it back, or I could glance at it. Does it count if I picked it up, decided to put it back, but it fell out of my hands and onto a page? I don't think it counts. I mean it really doesn't! Here I am doing him a favor and I just happen to see something or…something else. I can look, I mean I am his wife for cripes sake.
I picked it up and turned a page hesitantly. I haven't been struck dead so I'm taking that as a good sign. I turned page after page just reading about the life of Harry Potter. Ok so I can see why he might not want me to read this, it gets sorta personal and he says things in here he hasn't even told me.
Like his secret fantasy which I may just have to act out for him. Or when he started…well you know, and then I see it. A passage about me. About the day he realized he had feelings for me.
I was making out with Dean and Harry came by and saw me and just became jealous and then kissed me like a month later or something. All I know is we dated for like a week then broke up. He went off to fight and I just learned to get over him. But he was in still in love with me, even before I moved in. He talks about his feelings towards me and the fact that I was so close only seemed to make it harder to bottle them up. Really it was all so sweet that it made me cry again.
The door opened and I jumped.
"Ginny?" Harry asked from the doorway. I quickly shoved the book back into the drawer. "What were you looking at?"
"Photo album," I lied easily. He stared at me for a moment and then held out his hand for me. A truce. I tried heaving myself up for a moment and then sat back down in defeat. Harry smiled and helped me up with such grace he made me feel like a fat cow. I leaned into him and kissed him again just thinking about all the things he said about me. It made me fall in love with him all over again.
"I love you," I said holding onto his face firmly.
"Did you read my journal?" Harry asked suddenly and I was hoping my face didn't jump the way my entire body did.
"What journal?" I asked smoothly. Harry looked nervous.
"Never mind," he said quickly and led me out of the room back into the dining room where a fire was crackling merrily and everyone was talking. I glanced at Remus and Tonks who were wrestling with a tiny boy who squirmed out of reach for a second time. Tonk's stomach was bulging with her expectant baby. I smiled it was like the Mauraders all over again.
After dinner I was nervous and finally cleared my throat watched as a see of faces turned to me.
"I'm pregnant…with twins," I said bluntly not leading them on with a speech. There was a giant pause and then a roar of noise and everyone jumped up to kiss and hug us. My mother instantly sobbed into my shoulder and for the first time, I let her. It was alright to cry because I was going to be a mother and I was going to have to care for these tiny people who were stuck with me for eternity…or until they can move out or something.
A/N NOT THE END. You know I really hate having to say this every time I end a chapter on a happy note. From now on, unless you see a sign saying it's the end, just assume it's another chapter. I have so much planned for this story.