A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
Hermione yawned, took another drink of her coffee and turned her attention back to the mountain of parchment and books that had enveloped the dining room table. Several sheets of parchment had already fallen to the floor. She was so involved in the article she was reading, she didn't hear Severus enter the room. He crossed it quickly, seeing her still awake.
"That is decaf," Severus asked, looking at the cup. Hermione rolled her eyes. She grabbed the cup and defiantly took another long drink. Severus watched her.
"There is absolutely no convincing evidence that a small amount of caffeine will affect anything," she answered without looking up.
"Hermione, you should be in bed, not sitting in our dining room doing... whatever this is," Severus stated, motioning to the mess. Hermione looked up at him for a moment.
"Why? Because I'm some delicate flower that needs to be taken care of? Seriously, Severus, witches have been having babies since the flipping dawn of time," she snapped. He shook his head.
"No, darling, because it is after midnight and we do not need," he paused, looking at the article in his wife's hand, "to worry about what wood the crib should be carved from at the moment."
Hermione lifted her head and looked over at the large grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Her eyes widened slightly seeing the time.
"I guess I lost track of time. There's just so much to learn, so many articles, books..." her voice trailed off looking at the sheer amount of research materials she had gathered. Severus only gave her a smile. He knew this was how she coped with everything, how she handled everything, throwing herself into research about the topic. Too bad this time, that particular approach wouldn't do much good.
"Half of it is complete bunk, my darling. We have sixish more months to make sure everything is perfect. It won't be. Nothing will go according to plan, to any plan or back up plan. You'll panic and yet, somehow, we'll figure it all out. Together," he stated, putting his hands on hers. She sighed taking one last look at the mountain of parchment on the table.
"You're right, Severus. You're always right," she muttered, rising to her feet and allowing her husband to escort her to their bedroom for some much needed sleep.