Random Fact of the Week #65
Abby stared down at the white stick in her hand with a dazed expression.
It shouldn’t have come as such a surprise really. Sure they hadn’t been trying, but they hadn’t exactly been not trying either.
But it was always more of a ‘if it happens, it happens’ sort of thing. Brief mentions here and there, vague concepts of unnamed children.
‘Can muggles and wizards even have kids?’...‘Yes, we’re not different species.’ ...’Oh, good...Wanna go test it out?’
‘You know, any kid we have is going to be shit at maths.’
‘Wait...your grandfather was a redhead? God, if our future kids are ginger, Ron will never let me hear the end of it.’
They’d considered it many times, sure. But Abby was willing to bet no matter how open they were to the idea, it was always going to come as a shock.
A good shock.
An amazing one.
Abby smiled to herself, blinking back watery eyes as she left the bathroom.
Harry was still asleep, but he opened his eyes as soon as she got back into bed. “What are you doing up?” he said, looking at the clock next to their bed.
She rarely woke before him which caused Harry to wrinkle his forehead in concern.
Forever the worry-wart. She supposed she’d better strap herself in for the next nine months.
The thought made her grin, and Harry sat up and looked at her. “What’s going on?" he said, rubbing a hand down his face. “Why are you smiling so early?”
Unable to contain herself a second longer, Abby threw her arms around him, settling her face in the crook of his neck. She felt a sudden and powerful wave of contentedness wash over her. And compared to the rather crappy way she’d been feeling lately, she welcomed it fully.
“I love you,” she said quietly.
“Love you, too,” Harry said, looking a bit confused.
“Can I tell you a secret?” she whispered in his ear causing goosebumps to rise on his neck.
Harry leaned back to stare at her, then looked over at the clock. “You know we... don’t really have much time for...”
Abby grinned and shook her head before leaning in to whisper once more. “Harry...I’m pregnant.”
He seemed to freeze for a second, as if needing a few seconds to process her words. Then:
“Wait...seriously?” he said, eyebrows raised in shock. “You’re...are you being serious right now?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life,” she said.
Harry’s face lit up at once, a dazed smile on his face. “Oh my God, oh my...bloody hell this is--I never even--I mean...”
Abby let out a loud laugh and kissed him. “I know,” she said, forehead touching his. “Me too.”
She leaned back to get a better look at him and was surprised to find his eyes red and shiny. “Hey...are those happy tears?” she teased him.
Harry grinned as one of them escaped his eyes. “The happiest fucking tears.”