Prompt: Summer
Words: 143. I apologise, but I can't bear to cut anything!
It was hot. The doors and windows of the house were all wide open. There were Meteorology Charms in every room creating a breeze, because Mother Nature wasn't doing anybody any favours. The freezer was full of ice creams, ice lollies and, well, ice.
Ginny waddled into the living and sat down, heaving a sigh. Harry looked up from his Prophet but one devil glance from his wife was enough to make him pull the paper back up just so that he could hide.
Her hormones were slowly but surely boiling her blood if her adjectives were to be believed; the baby kept using her bladder as a trampoline and the walking to and from the bathroom wasn't helping either. Harry couldn't wait to be a dad, but it was more for his sanity, and Ginny's, than the new family they were creating.