So, I've been getting a lot of backlash over the last chapter, so a few things need to be cleared up first:

1) I don't want the story climax just to be about them finally sleeping together, that's why so little emphasis and detail was given. It shows that they are both comfortable with each other to not put such a heavy weight on the physical aspects of their relationship.

2) Use your own imagination for the sex scene – everyone is going to have their own idea of how it should go down, and that's why I didn't put any details in. You imagine it how you would like it to happen, so everyone's happy.

As for the pregnancy:

1) In some cases, morning sickness can hit women in the first 1-2 weeks of pregnancy because of the hormonal buildup – Hermione doesn't discover she's pregnant until at least her 4th week.

2) Second month, women can experience bloating, which is why Hermione complained about her pants and was trying on her dress for Harry and Ginny's wedding.

3) She starts to show at four months, typical time where women start to show and the baby begins to move

4) They conceive around Christmas, Hermione finds out at the end of January, which would mean the baby would be born around September.

I did my research before I wrote that chapter. Also, this story isn't about how precise the facts are. It's about two fictional characters having a kid, if the facts are slightly skewed, it's not a big deal.

***The reason why the story is going quickly now is because I'm only focusing on key moments in their lives, rather than drawing everything out.

********There are only FOUR more chapters left.********

On her ninth month, Severus was more overbearing than usual, afraid that she was going to go into labor at any moment. Nearly every time she moved he was watching her, waiting.

"Severus, I'm not going to pop the second I move a muscle, we still have at least two weeks before my due date,"

Nearly every time she told him to stop worrying, he came back with a fact he had read in some book, but Hermione only smiled at him, impressed with how dedicated he was. Hermione was still working in her last month, even though her boss insisted she take off.

"I'm not going to sit around waiting for this baby to come, I want to stay busy," she would reply each time.

On one particular morning, she felt different. As she went to get ready in the bathroom, she felt lighter than she had in months, followed by a few cramps. She kept this to herself, knowing that it was common for women to have false labors. Hermione went through her usual morning routine, making Severus breakfast as he sat flipping through the Daily Prophet quickly, searching for his favorite sections.

"You're unusually quiet," Severus mentioned after nearly ten minutes of silence.

"I'm just tired," she said, giving him a smile.

She was sure he could see straight through her, but she hummed quietly, distracting herself from the ache in her body. Hermione had both her hands resting on her stomach as she walked with Severus to the front door.

"You know how to reach me if something happens," he said, making a point to look into her eyes.

"I promise I'll call you the second something changes," she reassured him.

He pressed his lips against hers for a moment, touched her stomach, and left the house a moment later. Hermione's smile immediately fell from her face as she made her way up the stairs to find the pregnancy books Severus kept on his side of the bed. Hermione reassured herself that she was not going into labor and got ready for the day. Soon, she found herself sitting at her desk, finishing up some paperwork. Hermione had acquired an extra chair to prop her feet up on to help relieve the swelling in her ankles, and was currently resting her aching feet. Closing the folder on the finished file, Hermione lowered her feet to the ground and braced her hands against the desk to lift herself up. Once she was securely on her feet, she grabbed the file and went to make her way to Harry's cubicle.

"Harry-oh!"

Hermione froze, feeling a sudden wetness running down her legs. Harry entered a moment later, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Hermione?" he asked, concerned with her pale face.

"Harry, we have to go, it's time,"

Harry didn't' miss a beat as he took her arm, telling everyone that Hermione was going into labor.

"I have to call Severus," she said gazing down at her ring, but unable to turn it as Harry had one of her hands and she was holding a bag in the other.

"We'll call him the second we're at the hospital," Harry said.

A moment later, they were at the fireplace, pushing others out of the way. Hermione's contractions made her slower than usual, but she tried her best to keep up. Soon, they were at St. Mungo's and as Harry helped check her in, Hermione turned her silver band twice on her finger. Within seconds Severus appeared, his eyes wide and his features panicked.

"Is it time?" he asked anxiously, moving to her immediately.

"It's time," she said, giving him a shaky smile.

The nurse immediately moved her into a room, forcing her to change out of her clothing and into a hideous hospital gown. For Hermione, the waiting was the worst. The contractions were becoming longer and more painful, and she did her best to hide the pain from Severus. He spent the time pacing the room, not knowing what else to do.

"I have a book in my bag, you could read that," Hermione offered to him.

"Like I could focus on a book right now," he grunted, taking a seat beside her in a plastic chair.

What seemed like days later, the doctor came in telling her it was time. Severus because paler, if that was even possible, and Hermione felt the fear she had been suppressing for months take over her body. As they moved her to the delivery room, Hermione barely registered the action. Everyone was rushing around, calling to one another, and she suddenly couldn't find Severus in the rush.

"If you want, we can have your husband wait outside," a nurse offered kindly, as Severus stood in the room.

"No, I want you to stay, please," she pleaded with him, with wide eyes, reaching a hand out for his in a desperate manner.

A moment later his warm fingers were around hers, as his other hand gently stroked her hair. She grabbed onto him with everything she had left in her body, unsure if she would even be able to make it out alive. The doctor told her to push, and push, and push again, and Hermione was covered in sweat after a few minutes.

"I can't," she finally gasped out, tears leaking from her eyes. "I can't do this anymore,"

"You're almost there, just a little more," Severus whispered softly to her, kissing her hand lightly.

A few moments later, a wail filled the room as the nurses cheered, and Hermione fell back against the bed, breathing heavily. She could hear Severus whispering words to her, and she could feel his lips on her face, but she barely had enough strength to open her eyes. When she did open her eyes, she was being handed a pink bundle.

"Oh my God," she sighed, the tears flowing freely down her face now. "She's beautiful, Severus,"

Hermione wanted to see her husband's face as he laid eyes on their daughter for the first time, but she couldn't break her gaze from the dark eyes that gazed curiously back at her.

"Hey," she whispered softly.

After a few moments, Hermione felt Severus' hand on her shoulder, and she lifted her eyes to his face. Throughout the course of their marriage, Hermione would see Severus show emotion on very few occasions, so few, that she could count them on one hand, but this was one of those times. She saw tears in his eyes as he refused to tear his eyes from their daughter.

"Do you want to hold her?" Hermione asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Severus' eyes flashed to hers, as the look of pure awe was nearly overwhelming. He pulled back slightly, and she knew he was afraid he wouldn't hold her correctly.

"Here," Hermione said, extending her arms to him.

Severus awkwardly reached forward and Hermione placed the baby into his arms. He immediately pulled the bundle to his chest. Hermione watched as he gazed intently at the two eyes gazing back at him. A moment later, he lowered himself into the chair, appearing to lose all strength in his legs. Hermione watched fondly for minutes on end, until the nurse came back to take the baby to the nursery.

Hermione eyes slipped closed for a moment, exhaustion consuming her. Severus pressed his forehead to hers with a sigh.

"Thank you," he whispered to her.

"For what?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Everything – for staying and for her...I couldn't ask for anything more,"

Hermione slid over, and patted the spot next to her, and he was immediately beside her, pulling her into his arms. She couldn't help but sigh as she was met with the familiar scent and warmth. Just as she was drifting, his voice cut through her thoughts.

"Have you settled on a name?" he asked.

He had given her complete control over what they would call her because he had no suggestions. Severus didn't even know how to go about naming a baby, and therefore let Hermione choose, reserving the right to decline anything too obnoxious.

"Olivia," she said in a murmur.

"Olivia," he repeated quietly just before she slipped asleep.

After a few days, Hermione was finally released from the hospital. People were in and out every day, coming to see Olivia and leaving things for Hermione. Severus barely left the hospital room, making sure to hold his daughter every moment that Hermione was not. She had inherited Severus nose, much to his dismay, but Hermione didn't see a problem.

"Severus, your nose is not that bad," Hermione protested as they left the hospital, Olivia cradled to her body.

"I know what you all used to say, I can hear all the way in the front of the classroom, you know,"

"I never said anything about your nose; I was too busy taking notes to talk,"

As they entered the house, Hermione sighed, standing in the entry way as Severus sent all of their belongings to their proper places. Without missing a beat, Hermione walked up the stairs and put Olivia down in her crib. The two had spent hours turning Hermione's old room into a nursery, and Hermione was anxious to spend hours in that room with her husband and daughter. For a long while, the two stood together, gazing at their sleeping daughter.

"Now what?" Severus asked.

"I want to sleep before she wakes up," Hermione said, pulling away and heading to their bedroom.

As she settled down beneath the covers still fully dressed, Severus quietly put their stuff away before joining her.

"Do you think she'll grow into her magic?" he asked quietly.

"Severus, she was just born a few days ago, and most children don't show signs of magic until they're at least five years old,"

"There are cases where two magical parents have a non-magical child," he stated.

"I should have never let you touch those books," Hermione sighed with a smile on her face.

Being in her new home, Olivia was a handful. Hermione felt as if she spent every waking moment in the nursery, constantly feeding and changing her. Once she fell asleep, Hermione would fall into the rocking chair and sleep, too tired to even make it to her bedroom. Severus had a few days off from teaching to stay with his family, but he was called back soon after. People stopped by the house every now and then, and Hermione was grateful for the company. When Remus and Tonks came over with Teddy, Hermione nearly begged them for advice on how to keep Olivia sleeping.

"I remember Teddy barely slept when we first brought him home, but once they get used to things, they'll settle down," Tonks said, rocking Olivia.

Sure enough, in less than two weeks, Olivia appeared to be comfortable in her room, much to Hermione's relief.

Severus spent nearly all of free time with Olivia. The moment he was home, he would kiss Hermione and then ask for Olivia. He had taken to being a father so well, Hermione was envious of him. Olivia always seemed at ease in his arms, and that baby had him wrapped so tightly around her small finger that Hermione knew he would do anything for her if it was in his ability to do so. She often complained that she was a bad mother, which Severus protested against immediately.

"You're doing fine, it's not something you learn overnight," he replied, holding their daughter softly in his arms.

"The more she cries, the more I think I wasn't meant to be a mother," Hermione sighed, rocking in the chair in the corner of the room.

"She's beautiful," Severus said, taking on the awe-struck look he had at the hospital.

"I know," Hermione said back smiling at him. "I never knew it was possible to love another human being as much as I love her,"

"Does everyone still come over during the day?" he asked, though he didn't look interested in the answer as his eyes rarely strayed from Olivia.

"Minerva came over today, during lunch,"

"She did?" he asked, looking away from Olivia.

"She said Olivia was probably the most beautiful baby she had ever seen and that you would have to practically beat the boys away from her as she got older,"

"I don't even want to think about that," he groaned, placing Olivia down in the crib and putting a blanket over her.

Hermione stood from the rocking chair, tossing the blanket aside before leaving the room with Severus. Having a baby had significantly changed Severus. Though he didn't think so, Hermione insisted that he was much kinder and more open to others. He often held lengthy conversations with Remus and Harry, even laughing on the rarest occasion. Ron was rarely around anymore. Hermione made a point of cornering Harry in the library at his house and asking him about it.

"Hermione, he still has feelings for you, and finding out you were pregnant just about crushed him,"

"I thought he was dating someone,"

"Who hasn't Ron dated? He goes through women faster than underwear since you and Severus went public,"

"But…he's still my friend," she replied.

"For him, he'll always want more than that,"

Hermione left Harry in the library, but remained in a quiet stupor for the rest of the night. She still wanted to be friends with Ron, and she wished more than anything that he could find someone to be happy with instead of jumping from woman to woman. And what could Hermione say to him? I'm sorry I am in a stable relationship with a baby and you're alone? It had hurt her when he hadn't come to the hospital; instead, he chose to bury himself in work. Hermione thought he would have at least come to the house, but he didn't do that either. He was never at Grimmauld Place anymore, yet everyone always commented on the fact that they had just seen Ron the other day or just the other morning. Hermione was sure that he was avoiding her, and it upset her a great deal.