Adventures in Baby Stuff Shopping
The pain in my shoulder shoots from my spine to my elbow and I curse that idiot Slytherin Chaser for plowing me out of the way to go for the goal. Spinning around, I throttle my way up underneath him, jamming the front of my broomstick into his and tipping him away, but not before he gets the Quaffle on its way. I reach out to knock it down and -
"Argh!" I hiss as my hand jams into the headboard when I try to knock the Quaffle down. I wake up realizing I've done nothing to save the game, only to thrash my now reddened and stinging knuckles. Rubbing them, I turn and realize the pain in my shoulder's for real, too, but it's not from Quidditch, sadly, only from Williamson forcing me to haul a really heavy crate out of the way to set up our stake-out location, instead of letting me do 'Mobilus' with it. Maybe I can talk Hermione into rubbing it later...Mmmm...Hermione...
I roll over and turn to her side of the bed, reaching out and nearly jamming my fingers into her belly. I'm still not used to her being a bit...deeper than she used to be. But the feeling of my fingers sliding over the little mound makes me smile and I scoot over to fit and wrap myself as close as I can into her side.
As I lay watching her, I can see her eyes moving beneath her eyelids and she starts moving slightly so I can tell she's starting to wake up. Opening her left eye, she looks at me. "I'm surprised you are up so early on your day off."
"I'm not up," I say, nuzzling my face into her hair and her shoulder. "Well, not all of me." I close my eyes and drift back to that neverland on the way back to deep sleep. "Just want to enjoy a lazy lie-in with my wife on our day off, that's all..." I murmur and close my eyes fully again.
"Mmm, that does sound nice, but eventually we'll have to get up. Remember? I wanted to go to the plaza today." I can feel her shifting and turning on her side. She must be facing me; I can feel her breath on my face.
"Yeah..." I struggle to get out, "I can do...eventually..."
I'm not sure how much time has passed, but I feel a nudging from Hermione and now it's my turn to give her the half asleep one eyed look.
"I don't know about you, Ron, but I'm hungry."
"Aw, nooo," I whine. "It's not eventually already, is it? You're just imagining it...come on, let's go back to sleep." I reach my arm around her and try to pull her close again, but she's not having it this time.
"Ron, it's half past eventually and almost already, and well on its way to eternity. So, yes, it's time to get up. Besides, your son is kicking and telling me that he wants something to eat. Are you going to deny two starving Weasleys food?"
"Can't we just give him a box of cereal and his toy Cannons players and just let him watch them fly 'round the room for another couple hours?" I know, I know..."Yeah, I reckon he's still a bit young for that. Besides, his mum gets right testy when she doesn't get fed these days. All right, we'll get up."
Hermione gives me a short sweet kiss, because we both know that if it's anything more than that we'll never get out of bed. "I think I'll go take a shower before we have breakfast." Going over to the wardrobe, she starts looking through it for something to wear. "I think I might need to go to that maternity shop that my mum gave me a voucher for. I'm okay in robes for now but I don't have a lot of Muggle clothing that fits me well." She looks down at her tummy. "He's really growing fast, isn't he?"
"He's a Weasley - reckon it's required." I finally roll myself over to sit up on the edge of the bed and watch her rummaging through her closet quite gorgeously starkers, and so involved she hasn't noticed me yet. Love it when this happens, though it's rare. She's usually covered up, yelled, or smacked me by now.
I'm sure I have a grin that rivals the look that Crookshanks has when he has caught something when she finally turns around. "I think that this will- Ron!" She blushes a deep red and puts her hands on her hips. "Just how long have you been sitting there watching me?"
"I -uh -" Think, you git! "-erm, not long really. Hardly noticed I was - just trying to wake up, you know?" I watch her face carefully to see if she's buying it, but realize my whole story's sunk if she comes near or makes me stand up.
Luckily for me, or unluckily for me depending on how you look at it, Crookshanks decides at that moment to come into our bedroom.
"Ron, I have been thinking about something," she says, throwing her clothes over her arm and looking at Crookshankss. "Crookshanks has never been around a baby. We should have Harry and Ginny come over with Lily when she's a bit older. He's going to need to get used to a baby being around and now is the time to get him ready, before the baby arrives."
"Oi, the cat has to get used to having a baby, too?" I scowl at Crookshanks, who looks at me as if he's thinking of all the evil things he could do to me if he jumped into my lap. I suddenly feel the need to find some pants and put them on, at the very least. " 'Course, I reckon he does think that he's the baby." I wait till she turns around again and can't see, then make a "so there" sneer at him.
"Ron, don't you think it would be better if he is introduced to a baby before ours comes? We don't know how he will react with a -" She turns around just as I stand up to get some jeans. "So you still find me sexy?" she asks, cocking her eyebrow at what has been revealed.
I feel my ears burning and know they're giving me away as much as, erm, the rest of me. "Oh, you think?" I say, a bit sarcastic in my embarrassment as I yank up my jeans. "Wasn't the cat did this to me, you know."
"Well, I'm not as thin as I used to be and I wasn't sure..." she trails off and shrugs. She then looks down at her stomach. "Okay, okay, I'm hurrying. I think our son takes after you, Ron."
"And his mum of late. But obviously that's what the baby needs - and you're giving him what he needs the same way you give me what I need." I say, smiling and taking the few steps to her side. I slip an arm around her and kiss her cheek. "Don't you ever worry about being thin enough or sexy enough for me. Since when have I ever been able to stay away from you unless I had to? And that doesn't even include all the times I've had to force myself to think of something else just because wherever we were was not the right place to...you know."
"Okay," she says with a small smile. "I'm going to go take my shower and I'll meet you downstairs, okay? And thank you." She kisses me on the cheek and starts walking off towards the bathroom.
I turn to head for the kitchen. "Wait - what are we eating? What can you eat without it making you...you know. Or - doesn't seem like you have that problem as much any more."
She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Well, now that I'm not sick anymore what I am really craving is some scrambled eggs. How does that sound to you? Eggs are also a good source of iron, I believe."
I shrug. "Okay, I can do scrambled eggs. See you in a bit."
Breakfast is ready by the time she comes downstairs.
"Argh!" I hiss as my hand jams into the headboard when I try to knock the Quaffle down. I wake up realizing I've done nothing to save the game, only to thrash my now reddened and stinging knuckles. Rubbing them, I turn and realize the pain in my shoulder's for real, too, but it's not from Quidditch, sadly, only from Williamson forcing me to haul a really heavy crate out of the way to set up our stake-out location, instead of letting me do 'Mobilus' with it. Maybe I can talk Hermione into rubbing it later...Mmmm...Hermione...
I roll over and turn to her side of the bed, reaching out and nearly jamming my fingers into her belly. I'm still not used to her being a bit...deeper than she used to be. But the feeling of my fingers sliding over the little mound makes me smile and I scoot over to fit and wrap myself as close as I can into her side.
As I lay watching her, I can see her eyes moving beneath her eyelids and she starts moving slightly so I can tell she's starting to wake up. Opening her left eye, she looks at me. "I'm surprised you are up so early on your day off."
"I'm not up," I say, nuzzling my face into her hair and her shoulder. "Well, not all of me." I close my eyes and drift back to that neverland on the way back to deep sleep. "Just want to enjoy a lazy lie-in with my wife on our day off, that's all..." I murmur and close my eyes fully again.
"Mmm, that does sound nice, but eventually we'll have to get up. Remember? I wanted to go to the plaza today." I can feel her shifting and turning on her side. She must be facing me; I can feel her breath on my face.
"Yeah..." I struggle to get out, "I can do...eventually..."
I'm not sure how much time has passed, but I feel a nudging from Hermione and now it's my turn to give her the half asleep one eyed look.
"I don't know about you, Ron, but I'm hungry."
"Aw, nooo," I whine. "It's not eventually already, is it? You're just imagining it...come on, let's go back to sleep." I reach my arm around her and try to pull her close again, but she's not having it this time.
"Ron, it's half past eventually and almost already, and well on its way to eternity. So, yes, it's time to get up. Besides, your son is kicking and telling me that he wants something to eat. Are you going to deny two starving Weasleys food?"
"Can't we just give him a box of cereal and his toy Cannons players and just let him watch them fly 'round the room for another couple hours?" I know, I know..."Yeah, I reckon he's still a bit young for that. Besides, his mum gets right testy when she doesn't get fed these days. All right, we'll get up."
Hermione gives me a short sweet kiss, because we both know that if it's anything more than that we'll never get out of bed. "I think I'll go take a shower before we have breakfast." Going over to the wardrobe, she starts looking through it for something to wear. "I think I might need to go to that maternity shop that my mum gave me a voucher for. I'm okay in robes for now but I don't have a lot of Muggle clothing that fits me well." She looks down at her tummy. "He's really growing fast, isn't he?"
"He's a Weasley - reckon it's required." I finally roll myself over to sit up on the edge of the bed and watch her rummaging through her closet quite gorgeously starkers, and so involved she hasn't noticed me yet. Love it when this happens, though it's rare. She's usually covered up, yelled, or smacked me by now.
I'm sure I have a grin that rivals the look that Crookshanks has when he has caught something when she finally turns around. "I think that this will- Ron!" She blushes a deep red and puts her hands on her hips. "Just how long have you been sitting there watching me?"
"I -uh -" Think, you git! "-erm, not long really. Hardly noticed I was - just trying to wake up, you know?" I watch her face carefully to see if she's buying it, but realize my whole story's sunk if she comes near or makes me stand up.
Luckily for me, or unluckily for me depending on how you look at it, Crookshanks decides at that moment to come into our bedroom.
"Ron, I have been thinking about something," she says, throwing her clothes over her arm and looking at Crookshankss. "Crookshanks has never been around a baby. We should have Harry and Ginny come over with Lily when she's a bit older. He's going to need to get used to a baby being around and now is the time to get him ready, before the baby arrives."
"Oi, the cat has to get used to having a baby, too?" I scowl at Crookshanks, who looks at me as if he's thinking of all the evil things he could do to me if he jumped into my lap. I suddenly feel the need to find some pants and put them on, at the very least. " 'Course, I reckon he does think that he's the baby." I wait till she turns around again and can't see, then make a "so there" sneer at him.
"Ron, don't you think it would be better if he is introduced to a baby before ours comes? We don't know how he will react with a -" She turns around just as I stand up to get some jeans. "So you still find me sexy?" she asks, cocking her eyebrow at what has been revealed.
I feel my ears burning and know they're giving me away as much as, erm, the rest of me. "Oh, you think?" I say, a bit sarcastic in my embarrassment as I yank up my jeans. "Wasn't the cat did this to me, you know."
"Well, I'm not as thin as I used to be and I wasn't sure..." she trails off and shrugs. She then looks down at her stomach. "Okay, okay, I'm hurrying. I think our son takes after you, Ron."
"And his mum of late. But obviously that's what the baby needs - and you're giving him what he needs the same way you give me what I need." I say, smiling and taking the few steps to her side. I slip an arm around her and kiss her cheek. "Don't you ever worry about being thin enough or sexy enough for me. Since when have I ever been able to stay away from you unless I had to? And that doesn't even include all the times I've had to force myself to think of something else just because wherever we were was not the right place to...you know."
"Okay," she says with a small smile. "I'm going to go take my shower and I'll meet you downstairs, okay? And thank you." She kisses me on the cheek and starts walking off towards the bathroom.
I turn to head for the kitchen. "Wait - what are we eating? What can you eat without it making you...you know. Or - doesn't seem like you have that problem as much any more."
She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Well, now that I'm not sick anymore what I am really craving is some scrambled eggs. How does that sound to you? Eggs are also a good source of iron, I believe."
I shrug. "Okay, I can do scrambled eggs. See you in a bit."
Breakfast is ready by the time she comes downstairs.