Chapter Forty-One:
Harry lays next to his wife that night, worried about her and the children. This will be the test. If he spends all his time with her and is still calling. What will that mean? He needs to talk to his parents. Enyo had not said a thing earlier, but maybe she is waiting for him to ask for help.
"Mum, I know you can hear me. I would rather not leave her at the moment,so could you come here?"
No sooner than he says it, his parents are there to talk with him. They all sit in the living room, so Hermione can sleep.
"What am I doing wrong? I have marked her, she's pregnant with my children, we are with each other all the time. Yet, I am still calling. I will never leave her or bring another in the equation. What can I do?" Tears start falling. Enyo rushes to her son.
"You are not doing a thing wrong Harry. The siren is responding to the fact that Hermione is in such a delicate condition. You just keep being true to your love and children and you will be fine. If I had not thought that you found your mate, I would have stopped the wedding. Your soul bond is the biggest bond. The siren is just worried about your mate." She hums and soon Harry is ready to turn in. He lays down and pulls his mate into his arms, holding her close to him as he sleeps.
Hermione wakes in the morning to the feeling of her husband pulling her deeper into his embrace and kissing her neck. "M mm. Hermione, you smell so good in the morning." He moans in his sleep, scooting closer to her, lining up against her back. His hand rubs her side and around to her basketball sized bump. She feels the babies kicking against his hand. This is what wakes Harry fully.
Harry leans up and around his wife to her belly. "Hey in there, what did I say about wild parties. Good morning, my kiddos. You should see how beautiful your mamma is this morning." Harry looks up at Hermione with a sheepish glance. "I love her so much and she has done so many things that I hope I can repay her by loving her with every inch of my being for the rest of time." He leans up and kisses Hermione good morning. His green eyes are sad with the knowledge that he hurt her so badly.
"Lets get the day started in style." Harry jumps from bed and follows through on his plan from the night before. He goes in the bathroom and draws them a bath. Next he helps her in to use the facilities and waits until she is done to strip her nightie off and get in with her.
"My trip to the "hospital" notwithstanding, I can bathe myself Harry." Hermione grumps good naturedly. He smiles and continues passing the soaped washcloth over her.
"I know, Darling. I just love you and want to show you that you mean more to me than anything. We are stuck together now, until the twins come. We are now on complete bed rest. I am sure that your Uncle will be hovering along with all of our parents." Harry rolls his eyes a bit. Hermione understands that he only means it in jest.
"I'm sorry." Hermione looks down in shame for causing the upgrade.
"No. I'm sorry. It is all on me. I am the one with the siren that is calling out. Mum says its because it is worried for you being in such a delicate condition. If that is the case, then we will keep an eye on you. Maybe this will cause some study on the male siren to be done. Me being male may mean that the siren will require a specialized year is needed. Like a adjustment period that they suggest with the Veela. I was doing well until you got sick, triggering the siren's concern." Harry rinses her skin and then his.
He helps her out of the tub, wraps her in a warmed towel and swoops her up into his arms. "See this." He holds her and looks into the bathroom mirror. "This is us, the way we should be. Happy, in love, married and soon to be parents." Harry sets her down for a moment. "This is all that I need and want. You and I together. All the other things; our families, children, careers; it's all icing on the cake. You are the most important thing in my life, Hermione. That will never change." He swings her back into his arms and carries her into the bedroom to get dressed. He has a plan for the day. It is a class day, but due to her upset last night, the Potters are off.
"Let's get Mum to take us down to see your mum. If she is busy, which she might be with classes, we can go to the down to the pool and swim for a bit. That will be something you can do that won't put much resistance on your body, Baby." He coos to her.
Hermione puts on her tee shirt and sighs as she looks down at her body. It will be this new shape for a while. The shirt was funny when she picked it out. Now wearing a large tent of fabric that says: "Bun in the oven?! What am I a stone fired kiln?"
"I know that look, Hermione. You are not fat, so get it out of your head. You have always been beautiful in my eyes, the only ones that should matter, and now that you are carrying my children. That only makes you more alluring and gorgeous in my opinion." Harry sits down and nuzzles into her curls to her neck. "M mm, smooth skin and my favorite scent, My Hermione." He kisses up her neck to behind her ear.
"May as well get used to how this feels, because I am going to be keeping you pregnant as often as you let me, my mate." He growls to her.
